a cupcake's not the same as a cake

WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU Part 16 Full Translation

The Ceremony

2

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

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Word Count: 1500+

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

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Originally posted by little--batman

‘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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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

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.”

“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.”

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

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.

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.”

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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.”

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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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.

OR

“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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Ease - Part 4

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length3.7k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: thank you for all the support you’ve given me so far! nicest fandom to be in tbh

Originally posted by jeonbase

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Tae [9:45]
cupcake shop. Be there at 10. I’VE GOT NEWS!!!!

Tae [10:01]
make that quarter past. Jin trapped me in the bathroom.

It was the morning after you had seen Taehyung kissing Yeji at the party, and with that image still fresh in your mind, you could already guess what Taehyung’s ‘big news’ was. It was surprising how quickly Taehyung wanted to discuss the situation, but then again, there had never been any secrets between you two.

Well, all except the one where you had a small crush on your best friend. Almost no secrets.

It took you five minutes to work up the courage to go into the main living area of your house, worried about meeting one of the girls on the way. You couldn’t deal with any more lectures about saving electricity or keeping the noise down, as you had enough on your plate as it was. Did those girls even understand what a tough time you’d been having?

Making your way out of your room cautiously, you paused as you spotted a girl sitting at the table in the kitchen area. Normally you would’ve made a quick exit, seeing as your housemates weren’t exactly the friendliest bunch. However, this girl you’d never seen before. Her short black hair was divided into two ponytails on each side of her head, and her pyjamas were pink and covered in teddy bears, making her very innocent-looking.

At this moment, the girl looked up and caught sight of you, her face lighting up. “Y/N!” she called out happily, standing up and giving you a bow. “Glad to finally meet you! Heard so many good things from Jiwon and Yeona; feels like I know you already!”

You stood there in silence, your eyes wide open in bewilderment.

“Wait… do you even know me?” she questioned, before breaking into fits of laughter, her hair flopping about like crazy. “I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Mijung.” When you still didn’t reply, she added, “I live here also.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage, giving Mijung a weak smile. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Don’t tell me the others haven’t mentioned me? Yah, what have I told them about being polite? I bet they’ve been grumpy too. Had a lot of problems, so I’ve been told. But they seem to like you, so they can’t have been too bad!”

You almost choked on your own saliva. “I’m sorry?” you spluttered. “They like me?”

Mijung nodded, her face frowning. “Haven’t they been very nice?” You didn’t reply, but your silence was enough confirmation. Mijung sighed, clutching her forehead as if she had a headache. “Yeona’s been having money problems. Her father lost his job so she’s probably very stressed, the poor thing. And Jiwon, she’s retaking exams and her parents aren’t happy about it. Those two not the most outgoing people to begin with, but I hope they haven’t been giving you too much trouble. I’ll have a word with them, don’t you worry. Then we can have a group meal this evening, get you some proper introductions. Tsk.”

Turning around, she went to the fridge and pulled out some more breakfast, adding to the pile she already had on the table. She was still talking, but quieter this time, as if she was talking to herself. “Those girls… they never do what I ask…”

Deciding it was best to be off, you left to meet Taehyung, immediately noticing how much happier you felt knowing at least one of your housemates wasn’t completely rude. You felt slightly guilty for judging Yeona and Jiwon so quickly, as you didn’t even think that they could be going through complications too. It explained a lot about their complaints. Got to stop thinking about yourself, Y/N, you thought firmly. No more wallowing in self-pity.

With that in mind, you strolled down the street with a new heart, brushing the one that had crumbled so easily the night before under the carpet.

You [10:09]
just met the last one of my housemates. imagine you after you’ve had three cups of coffee – that sums her up. 10:20 okay?

Tae [10:10]
I’m not afraid of competition. I’ve drunk two cups already and I can feel it in my bones

Tae [10:10]
Hurry up though, because I will eat your cupcake. The coconut and mango one.

You [10:11]
I’M COMING


The cupcake shop was fast becoming one of your favourite places to be: set on the corner of a street, the wall of windows soaked up the sunshine of early spring. Small tables were set up in rows opposite the tills and cupcakes in the glass display, with soft brown chairs pulled up at each one. Taehyung was sat in one of those chairs in the far corner, hugging a zig-zag patterned cushion and staring out the window.

You took a moment to watch him, with his carrot-top hair already fading into pastel orange, his soft eyes half-closed as he basked in the warmth of the sun’s rays. As you sat down opposite him, a smile split across his face, making his eyes sparkle. You swallowed forcefully, feeling the familiar flip of your stomach. Diverting your gaze from Taehyung’s relaxed figure, you peered at the huge cupcakes sitting in front of you.

“I see slight abrasions on the icing.”

“That was the person at the counter when they were putting it on the tray,” Taehyung shot back, his voice calm like he had planned his answer.

You narrowed your eyes at him, but you were looking forward to eating too much to ask any more questions. Taking a huge bite of your cake, you smiled at Taehyung sweetly, fully aware you were giving him a pretty disgusting sight. Laughing, Taehyung did the same, covering his mouth with icing in the process.

“Hey, Y/N, do you like my beard?” asked Taehyung cheekily, smearing the icing down his chin.

“You look like an old man,” you teased. “Oh, Master Taehyung, teach me some words of wisdom.”

A naughty glint appeared in Taehyung’s eye. “I’ll show you, if you like.” Before you knew what was happening, Taehyung had shoved your cupcake straight into the middle of your face.

Spitting out bits of icing and wiping your stinging eyes, you heard Taehyung break down in fits of laughter, wiping his chin clean with a single swipe.

“That was evil!” you cried, doing your best to wipe off the icing before it grew sticky. Meanwhile, Taehyung now lay sideways on his chair, tears forming as his laughs grew silent. “Taehyung!”

“Your face!” he cackled, throwing his head back as a new wave of laughs hit him.

“I look disgusting! Tae, has it all gone?” you asked, desperately grabbing napkins.

Once he had regained his composure, Taehyung looked back at you, scanning your face. “Almost.” Reaching across the table, you felt his thumb sweep your bottom lip, then your hairline, then the corner of your eye. Each time you felt his touch your breath hitched, and your hands started to wobble. His expression grew solemn as he concentrated on gently brushing your skin.

“All gone,” Taehyung said, your cheeks beginning to burn.

He remained completely oblivious to the internal meltdown you were having, and instead steamrolled on in his usual fashion. “So anyway, my news!”

That brought your mood down. “Yeah,” you replied, knowing that there was no enthusiasm in your words. “Your news.”

“Remember how I found Yeji in the club yesterday? Well, I said hi to her again and she actually remembered my name! Remember when she called me Taemin? Anyway, then I asked her…”

You began to zone out as his words made the butterflies in your stomach turn into stones. The atmosphere had been so nice until Taehyung had brought up Yeji. Not that it was his fault, of course. He had every right to be happy that he got with his high school crush, seeing as he didn’t know how you felt towards him. When it was just you and Taehyung, you realised, it made you calm in a way that you couldn’t quite understand. He was comfort, and it gave you peace. But now, he was invested in another girl. Would you ever get that same comfort again?

“Y/N? Are you even here?” Taehyung asked, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

Shaking yourself back to the present, you tried to remember what Taehyung was talking about. Ahh, yes. Yeji. “So, you kissed her. Well done.”

“Ye- wait, what? How did you know?”

You blinked. “Uhh… just assumed, I guess,” you lied. The last thing you wanted was for Taehyung to know that you saw his intimate moment, or that you went home without mentioning it. Too many questions, not enough answers. One thing was for sure: you wanted to be happy for Taehyung. He was always pining for a girl he couldn’t have, or turning girls down because his parents wouldn’t approve. After seeing him in his darkest of days, you knew what a girl like Yeji could do for his confidence.

“I think she wants to meet up later. Can’t believe this is finally happening,” said Taehyung, staring at your hands that you lay casually on the table.

Soon after the words left his mouth, you heard a high-pitched squeal and a ‘Taehyungie’ come from behind you. You barely looked round before Yeji swept past in a perfume-scented blur to hug Taehyung.

Not that you were embarrassed by the affection, but more worried that it would come across as rude to stare, you looked at the view of the street, trying to even out your breathing. Overnight they’ve gone from bowing to hugging. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Taehyung glance over Yeji’s shoulder in your direction, but you determinedly kept your head turned, despite there being nothing at all interesting outside to look at.

“Sorry, Taehyung, are you busy?” Yeji asked, suddenly noticing you sat on the opposite side of the table. “You’re his best friend, right?”

You nodded, finally turning back to meet Yeji’s large, innocent eyes. She gave you a soft smile, bowing her head slightly as you did the same. The tension in the air was growing thicker by second, and you could see Taehyung biting his lip as the awkwardness settled upon the three of you. Normally, you would’ve tried to break the silence, but there was nothing you wanted to say to Taehyung or Yeji.

She cleared her throat. “Shall I go?”

“No, no, no,” said Taehyung quickly, grabbing her wrist. “We were just finishing. Did you want to go to the park?” When Yeji nodded happily, Taehyung stood up to leave and shrugged on his coat. “I’ll see you later, Y/N! I’ll text you.”

Then they were gone, and you were left sitting by yourself in an almost empty shop after your best friend left you again for the same girl. What’s more, you could still feel the sticky residue of the cake icing around your face, making you feel even worse. It only took a minute for Yeji to walk in and ruin your good morning.

You didn’t want to go home just yet; although the appearance of Mijung slightly improved the housemate situation, the thought of moping around all day wasn’t appealing. So, you continued to sit in the cupcake shop, staring at the empty chair that Taehyung had filled only moments previously.

You were only pulled out of your statue-like state when two boys, a little older than you, both squished onto the brown seat opposite. Looking up at them in confusion, you realised that they were the two people working behind the counter, as both wore aprons across their black uniforms. They had light brown hair that flopped across their forehead, toned muscles, and concerned looks on their faces.

“Are you okay?” asked the smaller one of the two, his doe-shaped eyes filled with worry. “I’ve never seen anyone so sad in a cupcake shop before.”

The other boy let out a sound of frustration, sucking air in through his teeth to restrain himself from saying anything to his friend. “We just thought you looked down. Can we do anything for you?”

You shook your head, looking down at your lap as you felt your eyes brimming with tears. Hearing the uneasiness in their voices struck a chord, the emotions rising in your chest. “No,” you mumbled, letting the tears spill onto your jeans as they began to overflow.

Suddenly, two pairs of arms were engulfing your small frame, the smell of flour and freshly baked cakes filling your senses. The kind gesture simply made you want to cry harder, but the boys held on tight until you demanded that you were fine.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, but they just smiled comfortingly.

“It’s not everyday someone cries after eating a mango and coconut cupcake,” the taller boy grins, his smile wide and bright.

“When you’ve made the icing, that’s debatable,” the other boy jibed, earning a poke in his ribs.

The smiley boy ignored his friend’s whines about bruising, focusing back on you. “I’m Hoseok, and he’s Yoongi. We’re going to close for lunch, but you can hang out with us if you want. Could use some new company.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corner of your lips as Yoongi began to tickle Hoseok, causing the taller boy to yell in protest. Struggling to keep Yoongi’s wiggling fingers away from his sides, Hoseok added, gasping slightly, “Please come so there’s a witness for my murder.”

“Okay, yeah,” you said, suppressing a grin. With Taehyung occupied, you realised how badly you were lacking friends. Perhaps Yoongi and Hoseok were exactly what you needed.


“This is my favourite place! I come here all the time, it’s always so quiet here.” For the last half hour, Hoseok and Yoongi had been showing you all the pretty parts in your region of Seoul, from cute flower markets to the insane shopping streets. To be more accurate, Hoseok had been showing you around, as Yoongi just went along with his younger friend. It was refreshing to hang out with new people, although Hoseok reminded you of Taehyung in many ways, making you wish he was here with you to explore. You knew he would’ve loved the gaming shop, which was packed full of everything he could only dream of. Compared to the shops in your small town on the outskirts of Daegu, this was heaven.

Hoseok had lead you down a cobblestone street, lined with cherry blossoms that had buds forming on the branches, ready for spring. The three of you had stopped outside a long white building, with a small, electric-controlled gate. Typing in the pin number, the gate buzzed and clicked as it became unlocked. Proudly, Hoseok walked up the steps, as if he was an estate agent showing off a property.

“It’s a dance studio,” announced Hoseok, his smile stretching wider. You had entered the locker room, with glass windows in the walls showing the practice space next door. “The dance club I’m in owns this place, but only a few people come here because it’s smaller than the main studio and it’s a bit out of the way of the main city,” he explained, entering the empty room.

“Are you into dancing, Y/N?” Yoongi asked, sitting down against one of the many mirrors to continue eating his lunch.

Your mind briefly thought back to all the dancing you’d done with Taehyung, but you pushed it away, not wanting to think of Taehyung for the fiftieth time in half an hour. “I enjoy it,” you said truthfully, “but I don’t do it seriously.”

“Dancing doesn’t have to be serious,” smiled Hoseok. He began fiddling with the stereo in the corner and going through his phone. After putting on an upbeat song, Hoseok started to move to the beat, his body flowing smoothly as he bounced and slid across the slightly sprung floor. “Join in!” he called to you.

Seeing you hesitating, Yoongi shouted, “Dance, you muppet!”

It was a little embarrassing dancing next to someone as talented and professional as Hoseok, but the reassuring smile he gave you throughout the song made the experience a lot more enjoyable. At first, you tried to copy Hoseok’s moves, but as he moved too fast, you gave up and instead let the rhythm control your limbs, throwing yourself into the song. When it ended, you and Hoseok were left panting, but it was exhilarating being able to let yourself go.

“You were great, Y/N! With a bit of practice, you could enter the competition, couldn’t she Yoongs?”

“Yah, what have I told you about nicknames?” Yoongi whined, his mouth stuffed with food. “But yeah, you’d have a pretty good shot.”

“What competition?” you questioned, fanning yourself with your hands.

Hoseok pointed to the wall opposite the door before collapsing down next to Yoongi, taking the half-eaten chicken and shoving it into his mouth. The wall was covered in all sorts of flyers, but a large, red poster caught your eye. It was advertising a dancing competition taking place at the end of May, which anyone could enter. First place had a prize of… 1,000,000?

“A million won for the winner?” you asked incredulously.

“Interested?” laughed Hoseok. “Yoongs and I are entering as a team, but it’d be cool to have some friendly competition. You’d have to get a dance partner as well, or several if you want, so you can’t enter solo.”

Drat.


That’s why you found yourself back at Taehyung’s house, waiting for him to come home after his day out with Yeji. Jin was fast asleep on one of the sofas, his head on the arm rest and his earphones in, while Jungkook played a video game on their TV. Namjoon kept you company on the other sofa, his long legs laid on top of yours.

“Introvert or extrovert?” he asked, biting the end of the pencil he was holding.

“Tough. Probably slightly more introverted.”

Namjoon nodded, filling in your answer into the newspaper. He’d found a quiz that would find your ‘quote of the week’, and seeing as Jin was asleep and Jungkook refused point blank to participate, he’d jumped on you as soon as you entered the front door.

“So, your quote of the week is, ‘the stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.’”

“Wow, I’ve been enlightened,” you said sarcastically, watching Jungkook throw himself on the floor as he died at the same spot for the third time.

“I’m back!”

Your heart jolted in your chest as Taehyung entered, making you decide against telling him off for leaving you for the second time to see Yeji. Which was lucky, because as soon as Taehyung had stepped around the corner, Yeji followed.

Taehyung grinned widely as he caught sight of you sprawled on the sofa, but you were too focused on the fact that they were holding hands, their fingers hatched together tightly.

“Hey guys,” Taehyung said brightly. “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Yeji.”

All three of your mouths dropped open, while Namjoon’s eyes were wide in shock, Jungkook’s character in the game received a gruesome death as his head whipped round in disbelief, and your heartbeat failed on you completely. You must have misheard…

“Yeji, these are my housemates, Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon, and obviously, this is my best friend, who you’ve met before.” Taehyung gave you a fleeting smile, looking slightly wary of your frozen expression.

“Hello,” Namjoon and Jungkook both mumbled, bowing their heads.

Taehyung had met Yeji yesterday. How were they already together?

“I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Leaving awkwardly and dragging Yeji along, he disappeared up the stairs.

As soon as you heard the quiet click of the door, indicating them being out of earshot, Jungkook almost exploded. “Girlfriend?” he spluttered, his eyebrows upturned.

Namjoon’s eyes darted between you and the staircase where Taehyung had left the room. “Y/N,” he said slowly, “are you okay?”

The whole reason for you coming to the house was to ask Taehyung if he would dance with you in the competition. Hoseok and Yoongi went back to work shortly after you read the poster, but the instructions were clear: find a dance partner, win the competition, get money. It was like a punch to the gut. You didn’t even want to think about what Taehyung and Yeji would be getting up to in his bedroom.

But were you okay? You weren’t sure. Instead of the usual stone in your stomach, it had become a bottomless pit. Gaping wide open and utterly empty, like all your hopes and visions had been sucked into this hole and you were left feeling numb.

“I can’t ask him to be my dance partner, can I?” Your voice wobbled towards the end of your childish question, but you bit your lip in hope that no one noticed.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone,” said Namjoon gently.

“Namjoon, I don’t have any other friends. I need the money to pay my parents back for my rent. I guess… I guess I can find other ways of sorting it out.”

There was a thoughtful silence following your words, only disrupted by the sound of deep breathing from Jin.

“Maybe you won’t,” Jungkook pondered, absentmindedly picking at his jeans while he stared into the distance. “I’m not too shabby at dancing. I could give it a go, if you’d like.”

Your mouth fell open, not for the first time that day. “Really? You’d do that?”

“We could make a pretty good team.”

“But if you do get annoyed at him,” added Namjoon, “I’m only a phone call away.”

The boys laughed, and even you let out a giggle despite still feeling upset about Yeji. The sudden noise made Jin startle from his slumber, blinking against the harshness of the light.

You watched him notice how there had been a change in atmosphere since he had last been awake, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he peered at all three of you.

“What did I miss?”

clearly-shady-bouquet  asked:

Can you do them reacting to their S/O being good at baking but horrible at cooking?

ofc!! sorry it took so long exams have been kickin my ass

shownu

• u two are baking brownies for the boys since theyve been stressed lately and u wanted to do something nice for them
• shownu watches in awe as u expertly pour in and mix the brown batter in the bowl
• u always had some kinda magic touch when it came to baking, u knew how much sugar and flour to add in and when to add the vanilla extract
• it just made shownu smile bc wow how cute is that ur working ur butt off for some sweet treats for him and his members
• “hey (y/n) i’ll take over the stirring can u make eggs or something? i havent eaten all day”
• u freeze and give him a smile
• “sure”
• u hand him the bowl and walk over to the fridge to grab some eggs. easy enough right?
• u crack the eggs into the pan, not failing to leave some egg shell in the yolk thats starting to sizzle in the pan
• u turn to shownu whos diligently mixing the batter, workin up a sweat
• tbh he looks real good
• hes totally shirtless, wearing grey sweatpants and to top it off, a cute little pink apron that looks like its gonna bust open at the seams
• u lean against the stove, basking in the appearance of this actual adonis in an adorably domestic setting
• unfortunately u totally forget that stoves are hot and pull ur hand away as it stings with heat
• shownu puts the bowl down and rushes over to u, holding ur hands and blowing frantically at them
• “babe are u okay?” he asks worriedly, his eyes watching ur reaction closely to see if ur in any great pain
• u reassure him “im fine” until u hear the beeping of the fire alarm
• “oh my GOD”
• u turn around to see the pan totally covered in SMOKE and shownu switches the stove off
• ur kinda upset that u cant even make eggs for ur boyfriend but shownu just chuckles and kisses ur forehead
• “next time i’ll cook okay?”

wonho

• “baby are u hungry?” wonho comes into ur shared room where ur sitting in bed on ur phone. he wraps his arms around ur waist and nuzzles his nose into ur neck
• u smile at the sensation. “mm kinda? what do u wanna eat?”
• he gives u a knowing smile and u sigh and get up from the mattress
• “ramen?”
• he smiles and takes a hold of ur hand, stroking ur index finger with his thumb
• u know me so well"
• the two of u chase each other to the kitchen and u grab the very familiar plastic bowl labelled shin ramen
• u rip off the lid and unlock the hot water dispenser, filling the bowl to an unsteady level where the water is teetering around the edges. u put the bowl in the microwave and punch in 50 seconds
• all seems well until u hear some popping noises from inside the microwave
• “um. babe”
• “yea?” u ask, too scared to turn around and see what happened inside the microwave
• “did u take out the sauce packet before adding water and putting it in there?”
• “oh my g-”
• BEEP
• wonho moves u out of the way and opens the microwave, his face contorting at the smell of burning plastic and the sight of ramen sauce power all over the inner surface. some soup flowed over the top too
• u laugh nervously, put ur hand over wonhos, and close the microwave. u head over to the fridge and take out a plate
• “how about we eat the macarons i made yesterday?” u give a sheepish smile
• a smile creeps onto his face and a goofy laugh escapes his lips. ur hysterically laughing and he’s bent over his knees, so thoroughly amused by ur antics
• “man i dont know how u do it. but yea i’ll take a macaron” he opens his mouth. u pop one into his mouth and he chews then hums with delight
• “these are so good??? what happened just now? are u the same (y/n) i know and love?”
• u two laugh again and he puts u in a playful headlock and plants kisses on the top of ur head

minhyuk

• u got a text earlier that ur boyfriends gonna come home late so u wanna surprise him with a nice meal
• u can bake a mean cake but ur not too confident about ur cooking abilities
• but u’ve baked minhyuk so many cookies and cakes and cupcakes ur worried for that boys blood sugar
• so after watching 3 youtube tutorials u try to make kimchi stew, one of his favorites
• u roll up ur sleeves and get to work. u throw some broth and vegetables into the pot
• u cut some kimchi then some fishcake some spring onions u get the pork out of the fridge
• u think its going well
• until u get a text from minhyuk that he’s on the way home
• according to ur calculations he was supposed to be coming home late
• shit
• u do some quick math if u boil the stew at maximum heat for 2 minutes u’ll finish in time before minhyuk gets home so u crank that stove up and
• KACHOW the pot overflows
• soup is everywhere, the kimchi is on the floor, ur kitchen looks like a natural disaster
• “honey! where are u???”
• he comes into the kitchen sweaty from practice and ur just on the floor crying next to ur empty pot, food is scattered around the floor
• “oh baby what happened?” he cooes at u and crouches down next to u, wiping ur tears with his thumb
• u barely manage to get a sentence out
• “i-i tried to cook u” u hiccup, “something but e-everything just fell apart”
• he kisses u on the forehead and stands up to grab his phone
• “well i like pizza. how about we order some pizza and we watch kitchen nightmares yea?” u flinch at kitchen nightmares. “okay how about we watch house hunters” u nod frantically and smile
• totally ignore the mess on the floor
• u clean it up eventually dont worry

kihyun

• u made a deal with minhyuk that at the next house party u were gonna cook something to bring and kihyun was gonna bake a cake to bring along with the food u made and in return he was gonna make a video of himself flicking a booger and post it on instagram
• the problem? minhyuk knows u cant cook for shit and kihyun cant bake for shit
• kihyun originally protested saying “he doesn’t want his house to end in flames” but after minhyuk kept egging him on saying he was a wuss, he threw on his apron and started reading martha stewart books
• so u and him are in ur kitchen, face in hands and sitting at the counter
• “why did i agree to this”
• “why did i let u agree to this”
• u sigh and slide off the stool. “i mean i can make like, fried rice right?” kihyun groans. “knowing u it might result in a call to 911” u shoot him a glare. “hey bobby flay at least i know how to bake a cake”
• he scratches his head and gets off the stool. “how about we make this a competition between ourselves. whoever makes the better dish wins”
• “ur on yoo kihyun”
• its like iron chef u two start scrambling around ur kitchen, opening cabinets and packages
• u lift the lid of the rice cooker and groan in frustration as u see a clean, empty container
• kihyun indulges himself in a shrill giggle until it abruptly stops when he’s opened the last cabinet and found no cake mix
• “u’ve got to be kidding me”
• u hover over the grey pot, finally shutting off the faucet when the rice grains look like they’re drowning in tap water
• kihyun’s throwing sugar, flour, and eggs into a bowl, trusting his “chef’s intuition” that he doesn’t need measuring cups for a mere cake
• u throw the soggy rice into the pan and just start adding stuff u think will taste good together in there. zucchini, bits of kale, ketchup, leftover chicken that probably has been sitting in ur fridge for at least 2 weeks
• it smells pretty goddamn awful but when u look over at kihyun u think u have a good shot at winning
• he’s gotten green food coloring all over his hands and t-shirt and the batter’s completely runny
• “how u doin ogre there”
• “im never doing this ever again”

hyungwon

• u two are laying on opposite sides of the couch, sitting up to show each other dog pictures and whatnot
• u see a video on instagram showing u how to make this yummy looking beef over rice thing
• u lean over hyungwons knee, excitedly showing him the video and how u should make it for him
• he gives u this knowing look
• “(y/n) do u remember the last time u cooked something?”
• “no why”
• “i was taking a nap and u tried to make this weird chicken thing u saw on youtube”
• “uh huh”
• “and when i walked into the kitchen”
• “yea?”
• “i have never seen so much fire-”
• u playfully slap him on the thigh, pouting. “i forgot to turn the stove down while it was boiling!!!” u huff, turning away while crossing ur arms
• hyungwon laughs and sits up to ruffle ur hair
• “but u made it up by baking cupcakes to give to the very nice firemen who saved our apartment”
• u giggle and bring ur knees up to ur chin, reminiscing in the time u almost burned down ur entire apartment complex
• hyungwon sits crosslegged facing u, staring at ur face
• “what?”
• “im just wondering how the hell u managed to do that”
• “no cupcakes for u then”
• he whines and the two of u share a laugh and settle back into the sofa to continue laughing at twitter memes

jooheon

• he never fails to send u a text asking if u’ve eaten yet and if ur free, to go out and get lunch together
• its the sweetest thing and u decide u wanna do something nice for him
• so u roll up ur sleeves and make a lunchbox for him. its kinda childish but it seems easy to make and for ur……limited cooking skills, its ideal
• ur in the kitchen, scraping an egg off the pan as it burns to a crisp
• “aw man that was the last egg,” u whine, looking at all the failed prototypes on a plate next to the stove
• u begrudgingly roll up the burnt egg in the lunchbox and set up some lettuce on the side, trying to make it presentable at least
• now time for the Meat
• the last time u cooked meat was when u and jooheon were out eating kbbq and whenever the tongs were in ur hand u’d somehow toss the meat in a way that cooked it. lets say well overdone
• jooheon had to call a worker to get the fire down even tho it was at its lowest heat. nobody on the restaurant knows how u did it
• so yea ur not the best at cooking meat but hey second times the charm
• so u slide the beef into the pan, satisfied with the sizzling sound that came after
• now the hard part. knowing when to flip it so it doesnt slowly burn into charcoal. so u just keep flipping it mindlessly, too scared to let it burn
• the beef is just NOT turning the brown that it usually does when jooheon cooks it and u settle for when the beef is a weird brown, pink, red—u dont even know what color it is but its 12:30pm and jooheons lunch break is about to start
• u shrug as u pack the lunchbox. u made cookies before this mess so
• u drive up to the building complex and climb up the stairs to his studio. u punch in the passcode and pop the door open
• jooheon hears the door click and turns around in his chair, giving u that sweet dimpled smile
• u show him the lunchbox and bag of cookies u’ve been hiding behind ur back and he opens his arms to bring u into a hug
• “how did i get so lucky?” he kisses the top of ur head and sits u down on his lap
• he turns the chair around and u place the lunchbox and the cookie bag on his desk in front of his monitor and open it
• he has to stop himself from laughing, the corners of his lips trembling to rise into a smile. u flick him on the arm, a smile growing on ur own face. “shut up i tried my best!!!!!”
• jooheon kisses ur temple, a small chuckle leaving his lips still dumbfounded by the mess of food in the lunchbox
• “i made cookies?” u suggest
• “yea we can share those” jooheon closes the lunchbox

changkyun

• u guys ate out at this one restaurant that had really good pork stir fry
• so naturally u two went to the internet and searched up recipes to cook at home, inspired by the dish
• after finding a seemingly easy recipe online, u and changkyun head to the kitchen and grab whatevers in ur fridge
• oh by the way its 1 in the morning so theres no supermarkets still open
• it sounded like a good idea at the time
• anyways u two are jus rummaging through ur kitchen, substituting whatever needs to be substituted
• “hey kyun we’re outta sugar”
• “we have lucky charms”
• “that works”
• u and him lay out the shabby ingredients on the counter
• pork? eh leftover hot wings should do
• bok choy? iceberg lettuce thats been sitting in ur fridge for 3 months
• but at least u have soy sauce
• u start choppin up the lettuce, slicin and dicin and ignoring whatever wilted leaves u see bc hey food is food
• changkyun: hey how do i start the stove
• “…….ur kidding right”
• u put down ur knife and walk to the stove, hesitant to turn any knobs
• “um its this one right?”
• u switch on the stove on the inner right corner which seemed fine to u…….until the roll of napkins next to it caught fire
• “HOLY SH-” “HOLY SHIT”
• the fire alarm starts beeping and u freak out and start blowing on it until changkyun shoves his hand into ur face. “DONT BLOW ON IT ITLL GET BIGGER”
• “WHAT DO WE DO THEN”
• luckily ur dating the son of a scientist so he grabs a pot lid from the cabinet underneath and throws it on top of the fire, stopping the flow of oxygen and u hear the sizzle of ur bounty napkins
• u and changkyun breathe out a relieved sigh and u lean on him
• u suggest making cookies tomorrow and changkyun insists on putting lucky charms in them
• u roll ur eyes, “yea yea whatever lets clean up and go to bed”

Youtube Play Button Cupcake


Yields about 3 dozen cupcakes

The things you’ll need

Ingredients
  • 2 cups sugar
  • ¾ cup butter
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 6 egg whites
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 3 cups all purpose flour
  • ¾ teaspoon baking soda
  • ¾ teaspoon salt
  • 1 ½ teaspoons baking powder
  • 2 cups champagne
Champagne Frosting
  • 4 cups powdered sugar
  • 3 sticks butter
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • Pinch of salt
  • ¼ cup champagne
Decoration
  • Gold sanding sugar
  • Gold Leaf
  • Silver sanding sugar
  • Silver Leaf
  • White sanding sugar
  • Marshmallow fondant
  • Diamond luster dust
  • Edible diamonds
Equipment
  • 2 large mixing bowls
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Hand mixer with attachments
  • Rubber spatula
  • Cupcake liners
  • Cupcake tray
  • Cookie scoop
  • Small paintbrush
  • Offset spatula
  • Wax paper
  • Small fondant roller
  • Small triangle cutter
  • Small knife
  • Pastry bag
  • #809 tip
  • Small offset spatula

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 350°F.
  2. In a medium bowl whisk together flour, baking soda, and salt.
  3. Use an electric mixer to beat butter and sugar together until well combined.
  4. Add egg whites a little at a time, mixing between each addition and then add vanilla.
  5. Alternate between adding the dry ingredients and the champagne to the creamed mixture bowl (1/3 dry, mix, ½ champagne, mix, etc.).
  6. Divide the cake batter into two 8-inch pans and one 6-inch pan.
  7. Scoop into cupcake liners and bake for 20 minutes.
Champagne Frosting
  1. Beat butter and powdered sugar until light and fluffy.
  2. Add salt, vanilla extract and champagne and mix until well combined.
  3. Scoop frosting into a decorating bag fitted with a #809 tip and set aside.

Time to decorate!

  1. On a surface prepared with wax paper and powdered sugar, roll out marshmallow fondant to about an inch thick.
  2. Use a small square cutter to create square fondant shapes. Do the same with a small triangle cutter.
  3. With a small paintbrush, cover a few of the squares and triangles with diamond luster dust and then place some edible diamonds on top of each triangle.
  4. Gently cover remaining squares and triangles with gold leaf and silver leaf. Place each decorated triangle onto its corresponding square.
  5. Squeeze a large dollop of frosting onto each cupcake and then dip some into gold sanding sugar, some into silver, and some into white.
  6. Place each play buttons you made onto a cupcake. The diamond play button goes on top of the cupcake covered in white sanding sugar, silver on silver, gold on gold.
  7. TaDa! You’ll be sure to press play with all these Youtube play button cupcakes.
Kim Dongyoung || Chocolate Bunnies

It was 8 A.M. on a Saturday morning. You stayed up since 4 A.M. trying to find the perfect dessert to make for your family’s Easter party on Sunday, which was exactly tomorrow.

You scratched the back of your neck, flipping through the pages of the cookbook for the 5th time already, trying to find the most perfect dessert for the party.

“Aagh, there’s nothing good! It’s just the same; cakes, cupcakes, cookies. All just boring stuff.” You complained, shutting the cookbook in frustration while slumping into your chair which was seated at the kitchen table.

As you sat there, lying your head down on the table, you didn’t notice a familiar red haired boy walk into the kitchen.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” You hear your boyfriend, Doyoung, say in his usual sweet tone. He approaches you, squats down, and looks up at you. He puts two fingers on your chin and makes you turn to face him.

“N-nothing, Doyoung. It’s stupid, don’t worry about it.” You tell him reassuringly.

He frowns and takes a seat next to you. “You can tell me what’s wrong. And nothing you ever say is stupid, I won’t judge you.”

You let out a deep sigh before facing him, staring straight into his desperate deep brown eyes. “I don’t know what to make for my family’s Easter party tomorrow.”

As you tell Doyoung your problem, he smiles at you and cups your face with his hands, squishing your cheeks together. “Ah, you’re so cute!~ Don’t be embarrassed, I’ll help you choose what to make for tomorrow, okay?” He says, before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

As you and Doyoung wore your couple aprons and stood behind the kitchen counter, he clapped his hands together loudly. “Alright, so what should we make?”

You shrug, frowning slightly. “I don’t know, honestly. I’ve looked through the entire cookbook about 5 times this whole morning, but didn’t find a single interesting dessert to make.”

As you said that, Doyoung stood in thought, one finger on his chin. “Hmm… How about… Chocolate?”

You turned to face him, raising one eyebrow. “Chocolate?”

He smiled widely, showing off his cute bunny teeth. “Yes, chocolate! It’s a simple and perfect dessert for Easter!”

You smile and nod your head in agreement. “Alright, chocolate it is.”

You and Doyoung grabbed all of the ingredients needed to make the chocolate and placed a big bowl in the middle of the kitchen counter, you holding a whisk in your hand.

“Doyoung, pass me the baking bars.” You tell him. Doyoung nods and hands you the packets of the chocolate baking bars. You grab them from him and walk towards the stove, turning it on. You place a pot onto the stove and wait until it becomes hot.

As you wait for a moment, you place the baking bars into the stove and wait for them to melt. You grab the whisk and start mixing the melted chocolate in the pot.

As you’re mixing, you feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around your body. You smile as you turn around and meet eyes with Doyoung, him smiling back at you. You give him a quick peck on his lips before turning around and continuing to mix the melted chocolate.

As the chocolate is finally done, you and Doyoung stand behind the kitchen counter again, wondering what to do next.

“So… what should we do with the chocolate now?” You ask him, tapping your fingers on the countertop.

“Hmm.. Ooh! I have an idea!” Doyoung says, before grabbing a spoonful of melted chocolate and placing it on a plate in front of him. He continued molding the chocolate together before he finished, saying ‘tada’ as he was done.

“Oh my gosh, Doyoung, is that a… bunny?!”

He smiled, showing off his adorable bunny teeth once again. “Yup! Isn’t it cool?”

You gazed at the adorable chocolate bunny that your boyfriend just made in a matter of seconds. “It’s… amazing! How did you even do it?”

“Ah, I just molded it together until it became, well, a bunny! Annnd there you have it!” He explained, holding up the chocolate bunny in his palm.

“It’s so cute! Doyoung, you’re a genius! These would be great for the party!” You exclaimed, before pulling Doyoung into your arms and kissing him all over his face.

He blushed, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “It’s no problem, Y/N~ Hey, want me to teach you how to make these? It’s really simple. At least for me it is.”

You giggle, and nod your head. “Of course you can teach me, Doyoung.”

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BTS Reaction - You’re My Miss Right ~ Kim Taehyung

Thanks for the request! I hope you like it <3

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“TaeTae!” You giggled as he pounced on you and started to tickle you, while you were trying to have a nap, you just came in from work and you couldn’t be bothered to do anything at all. The sound of his laughter was like music to your ears, you absolutely loved his laugh but right now, you just wanted to sleep. “But jagiya… I haven’t seen you all day!” He stopped and slide down next to you on the bed, his arms wrapped comfortably around your waist as he spooned you. His head rested in the crook of your neck as he whined, tightening his grip, you couldn’t handle him being like this, he was cute but you just couldn’t ignore him.

It took a few minutes before you turned to face him, as you looked up into his glowing eyes under the soft candle light, a small smile stuck on his face while he admired your beauty, his fingers running through your hair. “I’m hungry” you laughed as you broke the romantic moment, a small scoff escaped Taehyung’s mouth, “Really?” He tried to look at you sternly for ruining the moment but the hungry growl of your stomach broke him into a small fit of laughter, “Alright, let’s go feed your fat ass.” He joked, pulling you out of bed and dragging you into the kitchen.

Taehyung pulled out a chair for you and sat you down. Obviously, like usual, he wanted to treat you like a princess, he wouldn’t let you do anything unless you actually really wanted to do it, and when you insisted on treating him more. “What do you want? I’ll make or order you anything,” He looked over his shoulder at you while his hands were on each cupboard door, holding them open to see what they had there. Without a second thought, you already knew what you wanted, what you wanted for a while actually. “Jjangjjang myeon!” Your big eyes pierced on him as he grins, “Anything my princess wants." 

After ordering food, there was only time to wait for it to arrive, to spend that time cuddled up on the couch, watching your favourite shows. Taehyung passed you the remote as it was your turn to choose what to watch. "Y/N, I love you.” He said out of the blue, like usual. This still brought out the redness in your cheeks as you kissed him softly, “I love you too Tae”. Food arrived quicker than expected as Taehyung went to the door to get it, running back excitedly with the food, placing it on the table in front of you as you both dug in.

“Babe?” You looked at him while he took the last bite he could of the now non-existent food, his eyes grew larger as you called him. “Do you want to make cupcakes with me?” A smile grew large on your face when he nodded as he got up, and cleaned up. “You get the ingredients out, I’ll get everything else ready jagiya.” He laughed as you jumped on him before running off to do so. Carefully, you tried climbing on the counter to try to reach the flour and sugar on the top shelf, however, you were just failing the task completely, and in the process you got scared by your boyfriend’s gentle touch of pulling you down and then reached up successfully, handing you the flour and sugar, “Tsk, you’re so short jagiya, careful next time.” He smirked as he kissed your forehead before you tapped his arm slightly, pouting while you walked over to the counter, hugging the ingredients then putting them down.

Once everything was out and ready, Tae wasn’t in the kitchen but you started weighing out the ingredients ready so it saves you a job later on. Out of nowhere, you felt Taehyung’s arms wrap around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, and singing to you while you started putting the ingredients together. His hand rests on yours as you stirred, and his other hand carefully putting in the last ingredient to the cake batter, then putting it into cupcake cases. “Hey babe,” Before he could reply to you, you put the spoon into his mouth with leftover batter on, and managed to get some on his cheek.

Before he did the same back, you managed to escape his grip but instead of chasing after you,  he put the cupcakes into the oven. “Come here jagiya,” He smiled sweetly as you carefully inched closer, giggling. He softly took your hand before you backed off and pulled you into his chest, lifting your face up slightly to kiss you. It was a slightly heated kiss, but so sweet, literally. He pulled away quickly, leaving you craving more of the sweet taste of his lips on yours.

Taehyung kept looking over at you, with a smug look on his face as you were unconsciously biting your lip while making a start on making the buttercream icing to go on top of the cupcakes. Once the cupcakes were baked and cooled, you started decorating them, 6 cupcakes each to decorate as you sit at the dinner table next to each other. 

There was so much buttercream left over that you both had found yourselves digging into it, not giving a care in the world. Well, that was until Tae spread some on your cheek as you both got up to put the leftover icing in the fridge along with the cupcakes, putting down his bowl and pulled you in for a kiss once again while you had some icing on your lips. His tongue glided across your bottom lip before biting it. You gasped slightly before doing the same back, your hands running through his hair as he picked you up, giggling into the kiss and slowly taking you into the bedroom, playfully putting you on the bed, towering over you.

Giggles filled the room as he playfully tickled you, while gently kissing your neck. His hands roamed down to settle on your hips, his body between your legs as he leaned down to peck your lips, then your forehead before biting his lips. The sparkle in his eyes had you in ‘awe’ as you continued to stare deeply into them which had you in a trance, but the touch of his fingers tracing the inside of your thigh brought you out of the trance, and his smirk was glued on his face before he let out a little chuckle. “I’m so sorry baby girl,” You smiled before snaking your arms around his neck, reaching up to bite his lip, as a sigh left his lips, “Well then.” He laughed as he deepened the kiss, the kiss cracked with smiles as you pushed him down, his back hitting the mattress and his head hits the pillow beneath, yourself perfectly straddling him.

Just for a moment, Taehyung looked up at you, admiring you, the way your hair perfectly fell, and your body in which his hands have roamed over so many of times, your soft lips and your eyes, which then locked on his. “My beautiful jagiya,” he said proudly as you laid on his chest. Leaving soft marks, you traced down his collarbone and down his neck, and his hands lead up to your hips once again, holding you down as he lightly moaned on your neck, sending shivers up your spine. However, it wasn’t long until you were again on your back, as he unbuttoned your shirt his lips still attached to your neck while yours on his.

The moment became heated but still sweet, sweet but your necks were spotted with purple and red marks which brought little sniggers with smirks. Both sets of clothes were thrown on the floor, as the cutely mixed make out session proceeded. Your warm bodies touched as the gap between you was closed completely, his tongue brushed across your bottom lip once again, giggling straight after before going slowly down on you, leaving playful marks on your skin, his hands fondling with your breasts but moving one hand down towards your core. He looked up to see the satisfaction on your face. His fingers trailed along your inner thighs as he placed a kiss on them, some harsh ones to mark but pleasantly kissing them softly. 

Nothing was felt for seconds after until a long, spine shivering sensation struck you as Taehyung’s dangerous tongue slide up in your folds, sucking and vastly flicking his tongue on your sensitive bud. The bed sheets were wrapped in your fists and your back arched high, pushing your head deeper into the pillow, “T-Taehyung!” You whined, trying to pull away slightly to make him stop but his long arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you closer, holding you down as he enters two fingers into your core, flicking them upwards to hit your spot exactly. The pit of your stomach was burning with the developing of your orgasm, that was soon to take over. It took over seconds after Taehyung picked up his pace, bringing it out quicker as he licked you clean, your juices on his lips. You shivered through the ecstasy of the orgasm as he laughed at his success, leaning in to kiss you gently.

The make out session lasted longer than expected as you pushed him away slightly, smirking as he knew you were now trying to play hard to get, “Come on baby.” He pleaded you while trying to kiss your neck playfully, although your lips attached to his, making him moan through the bitter bites that you gave him. “B-Baby, this ain’t fair… But guess what?” The minute he managed to finish speaking through whines, he placed his member at your entrance sneakily and slowly entered, making you gasp before you let out a giggly hiss. He smiled sweetly at you, pecking you once again but his thrusts were showing no mercy at all. His thrusts slowed to a calm but still pleasing pace as he ran his thumb across your cheek, bringing you into little kisses and calling you the cutest nicknames which brought out giggles.

However, Taehyung craved bringing you over the edge once again along with him, and to surprise you. Just suddenly, he slammed into you, his hips rocking powerfully into you. Your nails dragged against his back, leaving marks and you shouted out his name, while he grunts and moans deeply into your ear, which was just driving out crazy itself. Your heavy breathing with his, and you screaming out his name didn’t hold him back, he went quicker until finally, your juices released over him, whining his name out loud as he emptied his seed inside of you, almost muting his moans as he rode you out of your high, and falling next to you. “Come here gorgeous,” He opened his arms as you placed yourself in them, resting a leg over his stomach and your head on his chest, drawing invisible shapes on his soft abs. While his hands ran through your hair, gently brushing it with his fingers, before placing a soft peck on your head. “I love you baby girl.” He whispered with a slight laugh as you just looked up at him, smiling. You reached up to pull him closer for the final kiss of the night, “I love you too TaeTae.” Minutes flew by, your eyes slowly came to shut close as he scrunched nose, and let out a little 'awe’ as your light snores filled the quiet room, only for Taehyung to fall asleep minutes afterwards.

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 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.

“Yes! Can you settle something for us?” Bucky asked while leaning on the counter.

“Uh, sure?” Their conversation leading up to the counter left you confused, so you had no idea what they were going to ask.

“Please settle this thing once and for all. I’m so tired hearing about this.” Steve spoke up as he ran a hand down his face. “Is a muffin a cupcake when you put icing on it, or is it still a muffin?”

Sam and Buck whipped their head toward you so fast, you thought that their necks would snap.

“Well although cupcakes and muffins share a lot of the same ingredients, they’re mixed differently. Also cupcakes have frosting, muffins only have a thin glaze sometimes. A cupcake is literally a small cake, a muffin is a small loaf of bread. You can’t just take the frosting off of a cupcake and call it a muffin.

“Ha!” Sam exclaimed, which caused many people to turn around. “Beautiful woman says I’m right, so I’m right.”

He did a little victory dance and you chuckled, because he truly did look like a bird in that moment. Bucky let out a scoff and a “whatever” as he and Steve went to find a seat.

“Coffee’s on you,” he yelled over his shoulder.

“That’s fine by me.” Sam replied, clearly in a very happy mood.

He turned back to you with a wide smile on his face showing off the slight gap that you thought was adorable.

“Thanks for having my back.”

“It’s no problem. Facts are facts and I’m very serious about my baked goods.”

Sam let out a small chuckle, “I can tell.”

After a short silence, you drummed your hands on the table trying to move the conversation along. “What can I get you?”

“Oh,” Sam said, jolting back into his current task, “Can I get three black coffees and…” He trailed off, trying to decide what to get from the bakery selection.

“A muffin maybe?” You asked cheekily.

He gave you a small, conspiratorial smile. “That would be perfect.”

“Any particular type?”

“What do you recommend?” He asked, his demeanor turning flirty.

“Well, the blueberry ones are very good. I think they’re my best.”

“Then I’ll take one of those.”

You grabbed his muffin from the display and handed it to him. You gave him his total and as he handed you the money, his hand lingered.

“I’m afraid I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s Y/N.” You said putting the money in the register. “And I already know who you are.”

Just as he was ready to respond, with a witty one liner you guessed, Bucky shouted over to him.

“Can we get our drinks or are you going to continue to talk her to death about your extensive knowledge of bird calls.”

“Haha,” he turned around slightly to face the table, “very funny.”

He turned back to you with the same smile he’s had the entire conversation.

“I guess that’s my cue to go.”

“I guess,” you sighed, wishing he didn’t have to leave.

“I’ll see you around,” he said as he was basically pushed out of the door by his fellow teammates, both of them grabbing for their coffees.

You hoped you’d see the winged Avenger again, but you tried to not get your hopes up. That never worked out very well in your case. Failing miserably, you found yourself looking for him in the following days. Every time the bell on the door would ring you would look up, hoping it was him. After a while you gave up, until one night a week later.

You had just closed up and were busy counting the money in the register. You heard a knock on the locked door. You looked up to tell the customer that you were closed when you saw who it was.

You walked over to the door to unlock it and let him in.

“Hi,” he said with a small wave.

“Hey. What are you doing here?”

“I came by to get another one of your muffins. Unless you’re closed–”

“No!” You exclaimed a little too loudly.

You tried to collect your composure, wiping your hands on you apron to regain your focus.

“I mean,” you said as you cleared your throat, “you can come in.”

You gestured him inside and into the kitchen. He began to look around at all the prepped food for tomorrow and the few goods left from today.

“See anything you like?”

You couldn’t miss how he looked at you up and down before responding, “Oh I definitely do,” and the wink that followed. You have never been more thankful that your blush couldn’t show.

He picked up a chocolate chip muffin and invited you to sit at one of the tables. You both sat and talked as you shared the muffin. He made you laugh so hard that you almost choked. Thankfully you didn’t or that would’ve been embarrassing.

After the muffin was long gone and you two had talked for what seemed like hours, you both took notice of how late it was getting. Sam looked at his watch.

“Wow, is it really that late?”

You looked at your phone, “I guess it is.”

You both were silent not sure of what to say, but not wanting to leave.

Sam spoke up. “We should do this again sometime.”

You couldn’t help the smile that overcame your face. “Yeah, that’d be great.”

You both got up and headed to the door. After you locked up, Sam offered to walk you home. You agreed and he offered his arm to you. The whole walk home you couldn’t help but think of how happy you were that he walked into your bakery.


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AU in which you knew 10k pre-z, and got separated, and now, almost 4 years later, he saves your life in Philly.
Requested by @stawmay12
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The first time you ever met him was when you were 8; your dads were both into survival stuff, though obviously his more so. They met at some weapons store, hit it off, and were automatically friends. You went up to the house they lived in on the mountains once a month, and by default, you and 10k (who you knew as Tommy), were friends.
The last memory you have is from the day before your 16th birthday, the day before Day 1.

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