around the cake

anonymous asked:

Hi, could you do a pros and cons of dating Jisung and Minhyun? thanks 💛

i already did minhyun’s here so check it out :) and here is meme jisung for you <3 

PROS

  • he’s one of those amazing boyfriends thats not only your boyfriend but your friend, your best friend and older brother
  • mucks around a lot and smears cake on ur face
  • a ray of sunshine making u laugh all the time 
  • tells the lamest jokes
  • imitates cartoons, animals, celebrities anything tbh just to make u laugh 
  • despite being a silly cute bean he’s really mature
  • you guys trust each other with everything 
  • hes patient and kind and offers good advice
  • can actually read ur mind and feelings really well 
  • really encouraging and supportive of ur decisions 
  • if u were to learn something new
  • he would look it up and learn with you and teach you 
  • gives really good hugs
  • esp when he’s patting ur hair 
  • if theres a fight he would try to calm u down and listen to u and give u space and be rational tbh
  • and whenever u achieve something or something good happens
  • he would shed tears of joy and happiness
  • and u’d be like : dont cry  !!
  • but then u also end up crying of happiness with him
  • he’d also take care of u really well when ur sick
  • would stand guard the entire time and try to cook u something to help you feel better 
  • meeting his sister and becoming best friends with her
  • and she tells u all the juice about jisung
  • and jisung jealous hahah

CONS

  • um i suppose if you’re not the crying type you might find jisung a bit too much and sensitive maybe ??? idk honestly 
  • a lil second hand embarrassment but lets be honest we love meme jisung
  • ummmm super young looking??? what am i saying here

lol guys i honestly feel like i should have just done a boyfriend series rather than “pros and cons of dating” bc legit my cons aren’t even cons hahah i guess im just doing this as a different concept to others ^^ hope everyone’s been enjoying them :) 

other wanna one members: minhyun (x), sungwoon (x), jihoon (x), daniel (x) 

Closet Softie

Or, How Bucky Barnes Nearly Ruined His Tough-Guy Rep

(On AO3)


The trail mix was gone. 

The nice, expensive trail mix, with twelve kinds of nuts and the big sunflower seeds and dried fruits, the kind Tony only rarely left sitting on the common floors for everyone to get at, was gone. 

Clint had been looking forward to that stuff all morning

All the way through a hellish morning “jog” with Steve, all through Nat handing him his ass on the training mats, all through firing the same batch of misweighted arrows over and over so Tony could take scans and fix the design, he’d been thinking, when this is done I get to go upstairs and hang out on the couch and watch Dog Cops and eat the good trail mix, guilt-free. 

And it was gone.

Clint was gonna shoot somebody.

Just as soon as he figured out who’d taken the trail mix.


kingofmemes posted:

yesterday i saw a sad duck in the park who kept getting picked on by the other ducks so today i brought some trail mix and we had a nice lunch together. also i think he might be the duck who pooped on sam last week. if so, he is officially my new best friend. 

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On trauma aftermaths that don't advance the plot

The way TV shows trauma can lead people to expect every reference to trauma to be a plot point. This can be isolating to people coping with the aftermaths of trauma. Sometimes people treat us as stories rather than as people. Sometimes, instead of listening to us, they put a lot of pressure on us to advance the plot they’re expecting.

On TV, triggers tend to be full audiovisual flashbacks that add something to the story. You see a vivid window into the character’s past, and something changes. On TV, trauma aftermaths are usually fascinating. Real life trauma aftermaths are sometimes interesting, but also tend to be very boring to live with.

On TV, triggers tend to create insight. In real life, they’re often boring intrusions interfering with the things you’d rather be thinking about. Sometimes knowing darn well where they come from doesn’t make them go away. Sometimes it’s more like: Seriously? This again?

On TV, when trauma is mentioned, it’s usually a dramatic plot point that happens in a moment. In real life, trauma aftermaths are a mundane day-to-day reality that people live with. They’re a fact of life — and not necessarily the most important one at all times. People who have experienced trauma do other things too. They’re important, but not the one and only defining characteristic of who someone is. And things that happened stay important even when you’re ok. Recovery is not a reset. Mentioning the past doesn’t necessarily mean you’re in crisis.

On TV, when a character mentions trauma, or gets triggered in front of someone, it’s usually a dramatic moment. It changes their life, or their relationship with another character, or explains their backstory, or something. In real life, being triggered isn’t always a story, and telling isn’t always a turning point. Sometimes it’s just mentioning something that happened to be relevant. Sometimes it’s just a mundane instance of something that happens from time to time.

Most people can’t have a dramatic transformative experience every time it turns out that their trauma matters. Transformative experiences and moments of revelation exist, but they’re not the end all and be all of trauma aftermaths. Life goes on, and other things matter too. And understanding what a reaction means and where it came from doesn’t always make it go away. Sometimes, it takes longer and has more to do with skill-building than introspection. Sometimes it doesn’t go away.

On a day to day level, it’s often better to be matter-of-fact about aftermaths. It can be exhausting when people see you as a story and expect you to advance the plot whenever they notice some effect of trauma. Pressure to perform narratives about healing doesn’t often help people to make their lives better. Effect support involves respecting someone as a complex human, including the boring parts.

The aftermath of trauma is a day-to-day reality. It affects a lot of things, large and small. It can be things like being too tired to focus well in class because nightmares kept waking you up every night this week. TV wants that to be a dramatic moment where the character faces their past and gets better. In real life, it’s often a day where you just do your best to try and learn algebra anyway. Because survivors do things besides be traumatized and think about trauma. Sometimes it’s not a story. Sometimes it’s just getting through another day as well as possible.

A lot of triggers are things like being unable to concentrate on anything interesting because some kinds of background noises make you feel too unsafe to pay attention to anything else. For the zillionth time.  Even though you know rationally that they’re not dangerous. Even though you know where they come from, and have processed it over and over. Even if you’ve made a lot of progress in dealing with them, even if they’re no longer bothersome all the time. For most people, recovery involves a lot more than insight. The backstory might be interesting, but being tired and unable to concentrate is boring.

Triggers can also mean having to leave an event and walk home by yourself while other people are having fun, because it turns out that it hurts too much to be around pies and cakes. Or having trouble finding anything interesting to read that isn’t intolerably triggering. Or having trouble interacting with new people because you’re too scared or there are too many minefields. Or being so hypervigilant that it’s hard to focus on anything. No matter how interesting the backstory is, feeling disconnected and missing out on things you wanted to enjoy is usually boring.

When others want to see your trauma as a story, their expectations sometimes expand to fill all available space. Sometimes they seem to want everything to be therapy, or want everything to be about trauma and recovery.

When others want every reference to trauma to be the opening to a transformative experience, it can be really hard to talk about accommodations. For instance, it gets hard to say things like:

  • “I’m really tired because of nightmares” or 
  • “I would love to go to that event, but I might need to leave because of the ways in which that kind of thing can be triggering” or 
  • “I’m glad I came, but I can’t handle this right now” or
  • “I’m freaking out now, but I’ll be ok in a few minutes” or 
  • “I need to step out — can you text me when they stop playing this movie?”

It can also be hard to mention relevant experiences. There are a lot of reasons to mention experiences other than wanting to process, eg:

  • “Actually, I have experience dealing with that agency”
  • “That’s not what happens when people go to the police, in my experience, what happens when you need to make a police report is…”
  • “Please keep in mind that this isn’t hypothetical for me, and may not be for others in the room as well.”

Or any number of other things.

When people are expecting a certain kind of story, they sometimes look past the actual person. And when everyone is looking past you in search of a story, it can be very hard to make connections.

It helps to realize that no matter what others think, your story belongs to you. You don’t have to play out other people’s narrative expectations. It’s ok if your story isn’t what others want it to be. It’s ok not to be interesting. It’s ok to have trauma reactions that don’t advance the plot. And there are people who understand that, and even more people who can learn to understand that.

It’s possible to live a good life in the aftermath of trauma. It’s possible to relearn how to be interested in things. It’s possible to build space you can function in, and to build up your ability to function in more spaces. It’s often possible to get over triggers. All of this can take a lot of time and work, and can be a slow process. It doesn’t always make for a good story, and it doesn’t always play out the way others would like it to. And, it’s your own personal private business. Other people’s concern or curiosity does not obligate you to share details.

Survivors and victims have the right to be boring. We have the right to deal with trauma aftermaths in a matter-of-fact way, without indulging other people’s desires for plot twists. We have the right to own our own stories, and to keep things private. We have the right to have things in our lives that are not therapy; we have the right to needed accommodations without detailing what happened and what recovery looks like. Neither traumatic experiences nor trauma aftermaths erase our humanity.

We are not stories, and we have no obligation to advance an expected plot. We are people, and we have the right to be treated as people. Our lives, and our stories, are our own.

Jin stole TWO army bombs tonight at two separate times, I hope this means he was having a blast

celebrating
  • everyone standing around a cake: happy birthday Lance!
  • Lance: thanks guys
  • Shiro: I prepared a sentimental speech about how far you've com-
  • Keith: *walks up behind Lance and slam dunks Lance's face into the cake* happy birthday u shitfuck
  • *food fight ensues,, Shiro is distressed,,*

Kanato: I’ve decided to live on my own.

Subaru: Okay, good.

Kanato: Your luggage is outside.

Not Like Other Girls

osh swept Laura’s coat off of her shoulders and hung it in the closet. “Here we are.” Smiling at her with affection, he inquired “Wine?”

She nodded. He paused, holding her gently. “You know, you’re not like other girls, Laura.” There was a tender kiss on her forehead, and he left.

Laura watched him go. Over the last five months, she’d come to believe that he genuinely adored her, which made her happy. His adoration was all she wanted.

The sound of clanging metal erupted from the kitchen, followed by a cheerful “Whoops!” from Josh. Laura chuckled as she went into the den and made herself comfortable on the couch.

While she waited, she heard a tinkling noise coming from the closet. She looked towards the kitchen, assuming Josh would come in any second. He didn’t. The tinkling persisted.

Laura scanned the room, and hesitantly approached the closet door. The knob was old and required a good strong twist, but she was able to get it open.

She was greeted by an unexpectedly musty smell…and an unmistakable breeze, wafting towards her from behind the coats and knick-knacks in the closet. Curious and surprised, she pushed the coats to the side and gaped when a set of stairs was revealed.

The tinkling continued, louder now.

Laura looked behind her cautiously. Once she’d verified Josh was still in the kitchen, she noticed a light switch on the wall. She flicked it on and descended the stairs.

The tinkling grew louder yet.

Laura stared in horror.

Chained to the wall were four women. Dried blood was caked around their wrists and ankles. Three were unconscious (she hoped) and hung limply. One was awake, but barely. She weakly moved her arms, causing the tinkling.

Before she could move, there was a voice in her ear.

“See, Laura, I told you you’re not like other girls,” Josh said. “None of the others were as dumb—”

His words were cut off by an elbow to the face. He staggered back to the stairs, just in time for Laura to land a blow to his skull with a fireplace poker.

Laura stood over the prone figure, a look of disgust on her face. Five months of pretending to care about this fuckface, five months of concealing her true motives, just to get access to this room.

She went to the conscious woman, opened the manacles. Held her when she fell to her knees, emaciated and weak.

“It’s okay now, sis,” Laura said softly. “I’m here.”

A Mostly Decent Proposal, Cat/Kara, Rating: PG

Kara tries everything. She drops Cat’s name. Lena’s name. Supergirl’s name. The snotty publicist turns her down each time with increasing relish. 

“The tastings are for engaged couples only, Miss Danvers.”

And it’s not like she doesn’t try Alex. It’s maybe a little insensitive to ask given that Maggie hasn’t exactly given an answer to the spur-of-the-moment proposal yet, but dammit Kara is feeling sorry for herself. Now the best cake on the entire West Coast is being kept from her by the sad fact of being single.

Not that she would have married Mon-El. Honestly it had been effort enough to teach him to chew with his mouth closed. But it had been less lonely, less Kara left behind, less table for one and going to bed early and alone. 

She posts to Facebook in desperation, hoping Winn or James will volunteer to play her fake fiancé and grab one of the exclusive tasting appointments. There’s only four left today, and Kara wants one with a need that’s bordering on obsession. 

Before anyone can reply and save the day, a text from Cat arrives. 

Assistant AWOL. Have my car out front in 5. Meet me there.

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A Little Witchy Guide of Candle Magick

I’ve gotten a few questions about candles and candle magick here and there, so I figured I’d make another Little Witchy Guide! If I have left anything out, please let me know! :)
I really hope this helps you and please feel free to ask me any questions of any kind! :D

Candle magic is an ancient art and it is the most widely used magic practiced today. The candle itself is a very powerful magical tool it contains all the basic elements earth, wind, fire and water, earth is represented in the wax, water the melted wax, the flame fire and the air is the smoke. The colour of the candles is very important as the different colours will bring with it its own energy and power, green for healing, red for empowerment etc. Each of the elements has with it its own single coloured candle, green for earth, yellow for air, blue is for water and red is for fire. The different colours also represent either a yin female or yang male energy, yellow is yin, green is yang, blue is yin and red is yang.

A candle is believed to have its own vibration and can be used in meditation and divination, pink or violet is a calm and soft light where as red is strong and powerful, when a candle is lit its colour is released into the surrounding area which will bring a nice energy into the room. If during your ritual you need a lot of power, light multiple candles. By rubbing oil over a candle before your ritual this will charge the candle with your own personal energy.


Magical tips on candles:

  • It’s always a good idea to clean candles, this will strengthen their power.
  • Candles prefer not to be blown out, but to be put out using a toll or wet fingertips, blowing out the candle may insult the element.
  • It is best to use a different candle for each magical purpose, if you are using a red candle for love and a white one for healing, keep them separate.
  • A white candle is symbolic of purity and can be used in place of any other colour.
  • Any candle can be used in your magic, but beeswax candles are more powerful.
  • Engraving a candle is a good way to bring about your wish and by adding a letter of the magical alphabet you will bring mystery and connection to the ancient art of Wicca. A simple example could be to engrave a heart for love and a dollar sign for wealth in your ritual.
  • If a candle goes out whilst you are practicing doing magic, this is a sign, a message.
  • On your birthday when blowing out the candles you perform an act of candle magic. No one really knows where the idea of placing candles on a birthday cake came from, the main possibility is from the ancient Greeks who would bake round cakes in honour of their Moon goddess Artemis, it is said that the Greeks placed candles around the cake to resemble a glowing Moon.
  • Using your own homemade candles will greatly increase their power, candles are very easy to make, you only need to heat wax, add the wick and leave it to cool down then place it into a fire-safe bowl to burn the rest of the way down.
  • Looking into the flame of a candle is the perfect way to regain or strengthen focus .
  • A simple candle ritual is to sit in a darkened room facing a mirror, place the candle in front of you and look at your reflection, let your eyes relax and after a few moments your face will begin to change. Your reflection will reveal what you looked like in your past lives. This magic ritual can also be done with a friend. Both of you sit in a darkened room with a candle between you, and as you look at each other letting your eyes relax, you will see what your friend looked like in their past lives.
  • Some simple yet powerful candle magic is to write your wish on a piece of paper and fold it in half, light one corner with the candle flame and hold the paper as long as you can before the flame reaches your fingers.
  • To charge your candle you can rub essential oil into it, this will add power to your magic, any oil can be used it’s a personal preference.
  • Each of the twelve astrological star signs has a specific colour, you may wish to burn the candle for your star sign to empower yourself and enhance your strengths, or you may like to burn a coloured candle associated with another zodiac sign to empower yourself with the strengths of that sign. You may decide to use the strength, determination and wisdom of Scorpio the scorpion  before an important business meeting.

Zodiac Colours

Below is a table of the Zodiac and the corresponding colours:

Gemini the Twins, ruled by Mercury, colour yellow, air sign, best for spells with connections, intelligence and movement.

Cancer the Crab, ruled by the Moon, colour silver, water sign,  spells for love and friendship.

Aries the Ram, ruled by planet Mars, colour red or poppy, fire sign , spells for re-energising or lifting the spirit.

Aquarius the Water Bearer, ruled by Uranus, colour blue, air sign, for rituals to do with detachment, organisation or independence.

Taurus the Bull, ruled by Venus, colour green, earth sign, spells for wealth and fortune.

Leo the Lion, ruled by the Sun, colour orange, fire sign , spells for passion and sexual pleasures.

Libra, the Scales, ruled by Venus, air sign, colour violet or pink, spells for balance, romance and peace.

Capricorn, the Goat, ruled by Saturn, colour black or brown, earth sign, spells for ambition, loyalty  and determination.

Scorpio the Scorpion, ruled by Pluto, colour red or cherry, water sign, spells for intuition, sex, self empowerment and passion.

Pieces the Fish, ruled by Neptune, colour white, water sign, spells for inspiration, divination, intuition or dream magic.

Sagittarius, the archer, ruled by planet Jupiter, colour purple, fire sign, spells for creativity, confidence, happiness, trust and travel.

Virgo the Maiden, ruled by Mercury, colour pale blue, earth sign, spells for healing, communication, peace, and advancement.

Scented Candles and their magical strengths:

Blueberry – burn to keep unwanted negative energies away from your home.

Blue Rose – this is used to honour the goddesses.

Carnations – are traditionally used for healing.

Cherry – perfect to attract and inspire love.

Cinnamon – burn for wealth and fortune.

Coconut – burn this scent for purification and protection.

Copal – is perfect for honouring the Gods.

Frangipani – can be used to stimulate positive energy in a sacred space.

Honeysuckle – is used to bring good luck, health and strengthen psychic abilities

Jasmine – Burn to be lucky in love.

Lotus – burn for a harmonious life, inner peace and for meditation.

Musk – Used to gain courage, strength and to heighten sexual passion.

Myrrh – this is an ancient scent used for protection and purification.

Passion flower – use to ensure peaceful sleep, soothes troubles and calms the mind.

Patchouli – scent to attract money.

Pine – use to gain strength, and repel negative energies.

Rose – perfect for love magic, and a peaceful home.

Sandalwood – is an all purpose scent for healing and protection.

Spice – is a passionate scent for all your magic workings.

Spirit – used to attract guidance from spirits.

Strawberry – burn for love, friendship and luck.

Tangerine – burn to attract prosperity.

Temple – perfect to use on an altar during rituals.

Vanilla – burn to enhance memory and stimulate sexual appetite.

Coloured Candles And Their Magical Strengths:

Purple: power, business progress, ambition.

Red: love, health, sex, strength, energy, fire element.

Green: money, luck, fertility, prosperity, earth element.

Orange: attraction, ambition, stimulation, creativity.

Black: to heal discord, repel evil and repelling negativity and remove confusion.

White: truth, purity, peace, spirituality.

Brown:  fosters neutrality, overcomes uncertainty and hesitation, grounding.

Pink: love, morality, honour, romance, friendship.

Orange: attraction, ambition, stimulation, creativity.

Gray: calms, repels negativity.

Light Blue: tranquility, patience, health.

Dark Blue: aids depression and changeability.

Greenish Yellow: mellows jealousy, anger, discord.

Sick

 

Another sneeze, nose running so you had to reach for more tissues, stuffy head, Lord you were barely gonna last the afternoon if this kept up. Why’d you even come into work anyways? Not like things couldn’t have been taken care of in the comfort of your own apartment. But then it’d remind you of the reason you came in today in the first place. Loneliness, granted you weren’t totally alone. Nat, Clint and Sam stayed home from this last mission so company wasn’t the issues. No it’s who you want there more than anything else. To keep you warm, hold you close, kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s going to be okay.

Course the honeymoon stage should’ve worn off by now as Tony has said more than a few times over the past several months; given the fact you and Bucky have been together for going on three years. Though you can’t help it and only hoped Bucky felt the same. Thoughts are interrupted by another coughing fit that rattles your lungs and has you gasping for breath and the desk in front of you.

“Damn sweetheart you don’t sound so good,” Sam’s deep voice reaches your ears right as you blow your sore nose for what felt like the thousandth time today.

Glaring, before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll be sure to fix my makeup later.”

“That’s not what I meant Y/N,” rolling expressive chocolate eyes, Sam perches a hip on the end of your desk, arms crossed, while giving you the once over. “You look sick.”

“And he takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”

“Woman,” he all but growls, then chuckles seeing the half smirk on your lips, which turns into a frown at the next couching fit. “Seriously Y/N, you need to get home, meds, soup and sleep,” worry seeping into his tone.

“I’ll be fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle being pulled from coughing so much.

Shaking his head, “Not taking no for an answer sweetness. I won’t have that walking icicle you call a boyfriend rip me a new one for not taking care of you.”

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Magic, Shance Fluff Week Prompt 6

June 9th: Magic/Tech

“A wizard, Pidge! One of the most powerful the country has ever seen!!! And he constantly stops by my shop! He always buys the ice crystal jars I make, and he’s so polite and sweet and I have a huge crush and I don’t know what to do!” A man in a blue and white apron wailed, sitting at the edge of a pond, a forest nymph patting his back sympathetically.

Pidge fluttered her wings and laughed at her distressed water mage friend, amused by the human male’s crush on a fellow magic user. “Honestly Lance, you humans are kinda hopeless at courting sometimes. If you like him, just tell him! It’s really quite simple.” She offered, only for the water mage to shake his head sadly.

“Pidge, I told you, he’s the Champion. Princess Allura’s most powerful wizard, able to bend the sky itself. And I’m… just a simple water user. My special skill is making glass things out of unmeltable ice or making shapes out of liquids.” Lance murmured, blue eyes dark with sorrow as he lifted his hand and pulled some of the pond water towards him, shifting its shape to resemble the man he so desperately loved from afar.

Pidge hummed quietly and then looked up at the sky. “Hey, it’s almost time for the summer festival to start. Are you going to go?” She asked, moving to stand in front of him with a raised eyebrow.

Lance chuckled and merely pocketed the pond water in his canteen for later. “Nah, I’ve got more stuff to make. Hunk needs an ice sculpture case for a cake he’s delivering to the Castle. Something about keeping it chilled so the frosting won’t melt in this heat or whatever. A delivery for the Castle needs an extra special ice case, since it’s a cake for the Princess.” He explained, getting to his feet and dusting off his pants.

Pidge lit up. “Hey, I’ve never seen you make an ice case before, can I come watch? Please?” The forest nymph begged, tugging at the taller man’s jacket.

Lance ruffled her hair. “Sure thing, Pigeon! Come on, if we hurry we can get there before noon rush.” Pidge jumped in joy and grabbed the water mage by the arm, tugging him along to his shop.

A few hours later, the young nymph was watching in fascination as Lance skillfully weaved water in a crisscross motion over the cake that had been delivered only the hour before, golden brown eyes wide as he held the water in place, hands sparking with blue magic that steadily grew lighter in color as the water began to freeze.

Neither noticed the doorbell jingle, nor the purple and black robed wizard that stepped into the shop. Lance stuck his tongue out a bit, concentrated on the weaving pattern that whirled around the three tiered cake, sweating only slightly as the water began to freeze.

The newcomer stayed silent, wide eyed, and shyly ducked behind a shelf to keep watching. Lance froze the entire case, a beautiful latticework that sparkled in white and blue.

“Right, one half down, one half to go.” Lance sighed, Pidge jumping onto the counter to circle the cake, tracing the patterned ice with a shiver and a smile.

Lance shooed the little nymph off of the table. “Pidge! It’s not done yet! Hunk said someone from the Castle will be here to pick up the cake soon, I need this finished before they get here!” He scolded, turning back to summon more purified spring water from his stores.

He turned back to the cake and swirled the liquid through the latticework, curving the water to cover the exposed gaps in beautiful ice flowers that resembled juniberries, the favorite flower of the Princess. He clapped his hands and froze everything together in a shower of gorgeous blue sparks, finished.

He jerked away from the cake when he heard a soft gasp that was definitely not from Pidge. He looked up, startled, to see the very wizard he had been crushing on watching him from next to a shelf full of summer potion bottles. Pidge observed with fascination as both men turned bright red, giggling.

“Uh, hello again. I was, well, sent to pick up the ice coated cake for the Princess?” The Champion asked, stepping out from behind the shelf, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Lance gaped until Pidge leaned over to gently shut his mouth, snapping him from his funk. “Oh! Well, you’re just in time, I just finished sealing it up…” the water mage stammered, face still red.

The Champion moved forward, smiling. “Thank you. The Princess appreciates your work, and frankly so do I. It’s beautiful!” He praised, silver eyes not exactly focused on the cake.

Pidge smirked as Lance flushed an even deeper red. “Ah, you’re welcome, uh, I mean thanks, I mean, umm, I’m glad you like it?” The water mage stammered, flustered.

“Hi, I’m Pidge. Nice to meet you, Champion!” The nymph decided to, and she was totally going to tell Hunk about this later, break the ice herself and held out a hand in greeting.

The Champion smiled and shook her hand with his human arm, mindful of the iron and steel prosthetic as some metals could hurt Fae and Nymphs like her. “Please, call me Shiro. It’s nice to meet you too, Pidge.”

Pidge nodded and nudged Lance. “This here is Lance, though I’m sure you know him already. I’ve heard a lot about- Mmph!” She was cut off by Lance’s hand over her mouth.

“Pidge!!! That’s a secret! Shush!” The water user hissed, face such a red color that even a fire mage wouldn’t be able to replicate it.

Shiro laughed at the strange duo, amused. “You two must be quite close, are you going to the festival together?” He asked, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy and damn it if it wasn’t the cutest thing Lance had ever seen.

Pidge tugged Lance’s hand away and shook her head. “Nah, we’ve only been friends for a few years. As for the festival, I’m taking my brother while my icy pal here has nobody to go with, poor seedling.” She cooed, patting Lance on the head as if he were a petulant child.

Lance pouted and batted her hand away. “It’s fine! Not like I wanted to go anyways…” He muttered, sulking.

Shiro seemed to perk up at that. “Well, if you’d like, after I drop this off at the Castle… I could take you? I happen to have nobody to go with either.” He explained brightly, watching Lance practically sparkle in excitement.

“Really?! You’d do that?” Lance asked hopefully, grin widening as Shiro nodded with a fond smile.

“I’ll be back in an hour or so?” He asked, and Lance shook his head up and down rapidly, thrilled.

“Of course! See you then!” The water mage beamed, Shiro grinning in return as he easily levitated the cake with a wind spell.

“It’s a date then!” The Champion called as he exited the shop, unknowingly leaving behind a shell shocked Lance and a gleeful forest nymph.

Pidge pressed a hand over her mouth, a proud smirk easily spreading across her face. “Did he just ask you out?” She prompted, elbowing her stunned human friend. Lance opened and closed his mouth a few times, still processing the information.

“Oh my gods. He just- He said- a date?!? With him?!? Pidge! I just got asked out! To the Festival! By the Champion himself!” Lance screeched, hands flying up to dig into his scalp in astonishment.

“Yes, you did. Now, shouldn’t you get changed into something more appropriate for a date?” Pidge asked, struggling to hold in her laughter as the human shrieked in panic and immediately looked himself over, eyes wide.

“Oh my gods! Pidge! You’ve gotta help me out here!!!” The water mage yelped, grabbing Pidge by the arm and yanking her upstairs to the living area of the shop, the nymph rolling her eyes in exasperation as the human practically tore through his wardrobe.

Meanwhile, at the Castle, after dropping off the cake to the kitchens, Shiro practically burst into his workshop, both his brother and the Princess already there to talk about fireworks for the festival.

“KEITH, ALLURA, HELP I JUST ASKED OUT THE CUTE GUY WHO RUNS THE ICE BOTTLE SHOP TO GO TO THE FESTIVAL WITH ME!!!”

Keith glanced over at the Princess with a smug grin on his face. “You owe me 100 gold, I believe.” Shiro was too busy panicking to notice the exchange.

Allura sighed defeatedly. “Darn. I have to hand it to you and Pidge, you two really know how to plan these things.”

Keith smiled. “That girl has a terrifying mind, I’ll tell you that.”
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Don’t worry, the date went super smoothly thanks to Allura giving Shiro wardrobe advice and Pidge telling Lance to play it cool. They had a second date a week after ;3 I hope this turned out alright!
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ok ok fuck. by popular demand here is a summary of my adventure zone homestuck au. god fucking hell

so 12 trolls play a game:

-rust: barrie, thief of heart, rust for redrobe

-bronze: magnus, heir of time (heirs rush in), earthy brown, low lifespan, latinx hc??

-gold: davpot, maid of blood (for bonds), gold bc pilot

-olive: ahvee, prince of doom, olive bc friendly and useful

-jade: mearle, page of life (power he doesnt know how to harness), jade bc plants and nuturing + religion

-teal: carrey, rogue of breath, teal bc dragons

-cerulean: lucrea, sylph of mind, cerulean bc psychic powers

-indigo: kilian, knight of rage (rage doesnt suit her but nothing else quite did either), indigo bc Strong

-purple: taakko ataaco (mage of void bc hes resourceful, a hands-on improviser) n chalup ataaco (witch of light bc shes active n direct + void n light r opposites), purple bc magic

-violet: johann, bard of hope, violet bc fish

-fuchsia: ayngus, seer of space (self explanatory), fuchsia bc he deserves the world

the universe is a jellyfish, whoever that is smiling inside the hunger is caliborn/lord english, edward and lydia are doc scratch

so theyve played through their session and theyre all standing on the lily platform ready to claim the ultimate prize, and magnus has just opened the door when the platform gets slashed. him, taako, and merle make it through before the break; lup was halfway through when the door was destroyed and enters the new universe already dead.

their reward in their session was to be reincarnated as humans in the new universe, with no memory of their previous life - they grow up as mags, taako, and merl. (note that theyre all 13 when the story takes place. merle just talks like an old guy)

mags lives in the suburbs with his pet goldfish, steven. steven glows white and shoots green lightning and can bend the laws of spacetime, but mags doesnt question this much. his stepdad who he named the fish after is dead, but he did leave the house full of chairs. fucker sure liked carpentry to an unreasonable degree, huh

taak lives in nyc (new york, but also an apartment in a city) and he fucking loves wizards. his house is just full of shitty wizards and experimental cookbooks. his older brother sazed, however, seems to love circuitously mocking his passions by leaving all these fuckin cakes around the house. the stairs are clogged with cake. its a deeply-layered mind game cooking war

merls been living on an island for as long as he can remember. his grandpa pan is a well known botanist, environmentalist, and explorer, and hes not home very often, so a lot of the time merl is just alone with his gardens. pan is super into pumpkins specifcally for some reason, and also filled the house with statues of goats n kenny chesney memorabilia

meanwhile, all the other trolls are stuck in the veil. similarly to what karkat thought of john when they first discovered the humans, like half the remaining group started to freak out about being apparently trapped on a meteor for the rest of their lives and the ensuing panic turned into resentment towards the thb for escaping. p much everybody but lucretia, barry, and angus started to lose their cool real bad

so to prevent everybody from making rash decisions and fucking over the thbs lives lucretia took the Executive Decision to wipe everyones memories with her psychic abilities. this broke davenport (as he was a psion she had to be more thorough with him to be sure the wipe worked, but she went too far and destroyed his mind, mituna style). barry, another powerful psychic, thought her measures were excessive at best and tried to stop her (make her pay but like. not fatal), retreating deep into the meteor when he proved unsuccessful. lucretia blamed a ton of stuff on him to make sure nobody would listen to him and ruin everything

from there, she took it upon herself to guide the thb into playing sburb, since that was the trolls only chance of getting out any more. the others on the meteor joined in one by one, without actually remembering anything about their old friends. there wasnt much lucretia could do to stop barry from contacting them from his own husktop, however; she could sometimes interfere with his signal, but that was it. so while his messages were sometimes garbled, he acted as an occasional guide in the same way he does in taz

so the boys play the game. lup is a jar of ashes on taakos shelf, his first sprite prototyping was an umbrella and the second was her. lupsprite. she only remembers fragments of their old life but they know theyre twins. magnus prototyped steven and a wooden duck. merle prototyped his grandpas book, the xtreme teen survival guide, and an onion

since they dont have a time or space player, their session is null. only by bringing in the trolls and their planets from the previous session will they be able to complete the game: this way their main quest leads directly to their friends being rescued, which works to lucretias advantage as she doesnt have to invent a reason why they should rescue the trolls.

everthing, of course, goes wrong. taak puts a bathtub in mags’ hallway.

I'll Be Waiting // Jung Jaehyun

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the prompt: how about a neighbourau! For jaehyun in which one of u just moves in? ☺️☺️☺️ I’ve daydreamed this scenario so much!

words: 1329

category: fluff

author note: i suppose this lil fluff is to make up for the angst i dumped upon you guys. also, to who requested this, i wasn’t sure what you wanted, but i hope you like this!

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You know that post going around about making boxed cake mix taste like homemade cake? I’ve been doing it for the past year or so, and not only are the cupcakes significantly better, with chocolate cake mix, you get 30 cupcakes, rather than almost 24. With yellow, you’ll get 25 or 26 instead of almost 24.

So remember, when you use boxed cake mix, use

1) milk instead of water (I use whole milk)

2) melted butter instead of oil

3) a little bit of almond extract, and

4) one extra egg.

This, plus stabilized whipped cream frosting, makes for the best cupcakes you’ll ever have.

Chocolate cake - Yoo Kihyun

A / N : I’ve only ever found a handful of Kihyun smuts soooo I thought to myself why not write one, I hope you guys like it and if you do please let me know because I have an idea for another one in mind 🖤 or I could make a part two for this either way let me know.

S Y N O P S I S :
You and Kihyun grew closer together after your boyfriend cheated on you, but you never entirely considered him your friend.

G E N R E / W A R N I N G S : Smut + Fluff + slightly dom Kihyun

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P A I R I N G : Kihyun x Reader
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It was normal wasn’t it? Feeling this anxious after seeing your ex?

You thought as you sat on the toilet fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweater. There was a soft knock on the door and silence on your end.

“Y/N?” you heard the voice call out from the other side after you never responded, the doorknob moving in a failed attempt to open the door since it was locked from the inside.

You stood up and quickly pulled your hair out of your face flushing the toilet pretending you were just doing your business before opening the door.

“Geez can’t I have 3 seconds to do my business?” you said trying to brush off the past 5 minutes you’d been locked up in the small room and letting out a forced chuckle.

Kihyun gave you the look slightly pursing his lips. He knew all too well to see right through you.

It was evident seeing HIM who shall not be named still affected you.

“Y/N” he said with an ‘I know why you were really in there’ undertone.  

“What?” you said playing dumb still pretending there was nothing going on.

“I’m not dumb”

“I never said you were”

“Just admit you were in there because Ge-” he said as you quickly jumped to press your finger against his lips.

“You shut up alright” you barked out which was enough confirmation for Kihyun to know he was right all along.

“Fine yes! I’m still not over him and I’m fuming over the fact one of you idiots invited us to the same place and he’s here with blonde Barbie girl” you said out in frustration “and I’m just…” you said looking down at the floor before feeling Kihyun’s hands right under your jaw cupping your face and forcing you to look at him.

“You’re cute when you’re angry” he teased and you pushed his arms off as you snorted.

You’d met Kihyun a few years ago in your art class, you’d always pick fights with him in the middle of the class over stupid things which was how his friend Gerald aka your ex noticed you. He’d then join in with you and mock Kihyun as well or nag him for picking fights with the pretty girl.

After he cheated on you, you somehow found yourself growing closer to Kihyun, after all he was the one who found you a crying mess sitting right outside of his apartment building in the rain.

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“Y/N?” he asked holding an umbrella kneeling down trying to get a better look at the stranger crying outside of his friend’s apartment complex.

You shot your head up ready to start yelling at your cheating boyfriend but instead met eyes with the pink haired boy before you.

“Ki-kihyun?” you half snorted trying to wipe your nose with your damp sweater.

“What are you doing out here… like…. this?” he asked getting a hold of your arm and helping you up.

“I….” You said as he stared at you trying to find an answer, his eyes filled with concern. 

The words couldn’t even leave your mouth, still overthinking the last few minutes, how you walked into his apartment only to find the one person you thought you loved in bed with his super model “friend”.

You simply broke down into tears again before two arms wrapped around you and you were pulled into an embrace, no questions, no words, you both just stood there for a while, it was nice just not being alone, even if Kihyun was the last person you’d expect to be there to comfort you. A few seconds later you slightly pulled away and Kihyun loosened his grip around you.

There was a long pause between the both of you, most likely because neither knew what to say next.

“There’s a coffee shop down the street from my apartment, whenever I feel like shit I go there and order the biggest piece of chocolate cake I can get” he said and you let a soft laugh smiling at the floor.

“That’s all I can offer to you right now” he said and you nodded.

“Come on” he said dragging you by the arm under his umbrella on the sidewalk.

The both of you walked for what seemed like 5 blocks in the pouring rain, he dragged you by his side and soon enough the both of you were running in the rain laughing at nothing trying to get to the coffee shop as soon as possible to avoid even getting any wetter, which was nearly useless since the both of you were halfway drenched even with the umbrella over your heads.

Once you got to the shop Kihyun had previously mentioned he held the door open so you could walk inside, as you walked towards the counter you spotted the long fridge with pastries inside being exhibited in doilies and glass trays.  

Kihyun was looking up at the menu as you spotted the round three-layer chocolate cake inside the fridge, that should be the cake he was talking about. The large slices were already precut and you could only wonder if the skinny boy before you could even finish it by himself when he’d been there before.

You heard him order but didn’t look away from the cake still debating whether if you should get it or not, even though you weren’t much of a sweet tooth at this point you felt like bawling your eyes out and eating an entire tub of ice cream and boy, that cake didn’t seem like a bad idea at all. Or so your inner voice with no self control told you.

“Are you going to order anything?” You heard Kihyun ask snapping you out of your thought trance,you turned to look at him before slowly pointing at the cake before you. As you walked up to him right in front of the cashier you took out your walled and pulled out some of the crumpled up dollar bills inside.  

You heard the cashier say the total and as you extended your hand with cash she was already swiping a card on the register. You took a few seconds to register what had happened and you slightly turned to look at Kihyun with the cash in your hand motioning him to take it.

“It’s fine, I offered to bring you here, it would be rude if I let you pay” he said before making his way over to a table. You blinked twice not being used to this sort of treatment and followed him to your table.

The barista soon enough came out of the kitchen and placed the plate with the huge chocolate slice in front of you two as well as the coffee pot and two mugs on a small round plate for each.

Kihyun didn’t hesitate before picking up the fork and digging into the huge slice. You on the other hand ended up picking up the fork from your side of the table and poking around the cake, neither of you said a word since Kihyun was too busy eating and you were just picking around your side of the plate thinking about everything.

“You want to talk about it?” he finally said breaking the silence between you two. You shook your head and he got the hint and continued eating.

“it’s just” you said dropping the fork and letting out a sigh, his eyes moving away from the plate to you once more. “That fucking idiot” you said finally letting out what you’d been holding in for the past hour. “I was always there, I.. I… how dare he lie to my face and cheat on me!” you finally started venting out the sadness turning into anger in a matter of seconds. “Even after I walked in on him he says ‘I can explain’” You said out in frustration and he raised his brows, what Kihyun had thought was only a dumb argument turned out to be more than that. You looked up to find Kihyun that was at a loss for words, again.

“I’m sorry this must be terribly awkward for you” You said propping your elbow on the table and resting your hand on your palm.

“No it’s.. fine” he said and you both were quiet again.

“What were you doing there anyway” you asked trying to change the subject, after all he was friends with your now ex. 

“I was actually there to deliver this to him” he said pulling out a yellow package from his coat, you nodded and looked down again at the table. Why were you even venting out to his friend? Especially the one you’d always bicker with. After neither Sabrina, Bree or Krista picked up it seemed the best option since you didn’t really want to be alone.

“Well you know you’d feel better if you actually dug into the cake” he said “when my ex girlfriend cheated on me I spent most of my evenings here, trust me I’m an expert” he said and you looked up to see him giving you a soft smile.

Well at least he understood what it was like.

You took the fork once more this time actually digging into the cake itself. You weren’t sure after a few minutes if you were the one who ate the most of it but in all honesty you stopped caring as you binge ate the cake trying to bury your feelings in it.

You and Kihyun ended up talking about just random things and it was sort of comforting to just be able to talk about nothing without being bombarded with questions or having your friends get angry and plan out how they’d kill your boyfriend for what he did.

After a few hours the rain stopped and the both of you left the coffee shop, even though Kihyun’s apartment was just across the street he offered to walk you back to your place since it was already late.

Once you reached your apartment door you took your keychain from your purse and fumbled with the keys trying to find the correct key that opened your door.

“Thanks for… whatever that was” you said as you opened the door. 

“It’s no problem” he said sticking his hands inside the pockets on his coat. You hesitated before you pulled him in for a hug, he was sort of taken aback by your action and took a few seconds to hug you back, you squeezed a bit tighter before pulling away but he kept his hands on your sides, your arms were still hanging from his shoulders on each side and you just stared into his dark chocolate eyes. His face being only inches away from yours you could feel his hot breath.

“I…. I should get going it’s late” he said letting go of you and you did the same nodding.

“Yeah” you said softly.

“Night” he said before turning around.

“Night” you said back as he disappeared into the hallway.

The next morning you woke up remembering everything about the previous night in a flash, you pulled your pillow up to your face and let out a groan.

“Why am I still here” you said patting your bed trying to find your phone.

12 missed calls from Gerald.

Great.

You scrolled down your notifications to find messages from your friends, you didn’t really feel like explaining to them anything anymore or even talking to anyone, you just wanted to ignore the entire situation and slowly rot in your room. Scrolling down you saw a notification you really didn’t expect to see there.

Yoo Kihyun: did the cake help at all? I usually get a guilt trip the next morning

You let out a soft laugh opening the message

Y/N: Could use like 20 more slices right now

Kihyun didn’t seem to ask many questions, and whenever no one talked it didn’t feel awkward, as weeks passed you both grew closer finding yourselves at that same coffee shop just complaining about your lives sharing a slice of cake, occasionally switching up the flavor but usually it was the three layer chocolate one, there was still the constant bickering you two were used to but now you hung out intentionally. Because of Kihyun, Changkyun and Wonho you knew Gerald had been going around with girls, he tried begging a few days but eventually stopped. You never heard from him again after that week, personally at least.

You’d sometimes hear some of the boys talk about him, curiosity would get the best of you and you’d go straight to Kihyun to ask him what they were talking about, always being able to drag out every bit of information you could out of him, and as much as you tried to pretend you were over it or that you didn’t care you failed every time. So Kihyun knew that even though it had been 8 months, you still weren’t over it. So standing outside of the bathroom in Jooheon’s apartment trying to lie your way out of it, especially with Kihyun was useless.

“Why don’t you just give him a piece of his own cake” he said as you still pulled at your sleeves out of nervousness.

“What do you mean give him a piece of his own cake?”  

“Well that, he’s always here with new girls you do the same” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes wow thanks never thought of that” you said sarcastically

“Y/N you can literally ask Hyungwon and he’ll play along”  

“We don’t even talk that much let alone pretend we’ve got something going on” You said walking past Kihyun and into the living room. When you walked back into the room Jooheon and Hyungwon quickly looked in your direction as you stood there.

Don’t look to your left don’t look to your left.

You thought before turning your head and meeting eyes with your ex boyfriend. 

“Hey Y/N it’s been a while” he said as you forced a smile trying to ignore the blonde on his lap.

“Yeah” you said as you were about to make your way over to Hyungwon’s side of the couch to do what Kihyun had told you.

“You all must be starving I’m so sorry” Kihyun said walking in stopping right beside you.

“Sorry I took so long” he said giving you a smile and snaking his hand around your waist before pulling you against him and giving you a peck on the lips.  

Surprised by his sudden action you found yourself looking at everyone and exchanging looks with Hyungwon, he was giving you a confused look too until he figured out what Kihyun was doing and they smirked at each other.

“So, we are leaving right?” Jooheon said clearing his throat.

“Yeah yeah, Tiffany suggested we go to that Japanese restaurant they just opened up near my apartment” he said.

Tiffany, you mocked inside of your head eyeing down the blonde.

“Yeah sounds good, who’s driving?” Kihyun said still gripping your waist.

“I am” Hyungwon said standing up and walking over to the slim table next to the entrance taking the car keys. Stiff in Kihyun’s touch you moved with him and followed after everyone as they exited Jooheon’s apartment.

“Can you at least act more natural” he said hanging his arm over your shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?” you half whispered.

“What you weren’t going to do” he said and as annoyed as you wanted to be at him you lowkey knew you’d wanted to do this to Gerald ever since you heard about him going out with multiple girls and you stayed at home doing nothing.

Plus what was so wrong, after all it was just a show.

Right?

Kihyun was just his normal self all night, even though he was acting extra clingy around you and giving you pet names, which honestly should have made you cringe but you didn’t mind. Honestly it wasn’t all different from when you went out with the boys except Gerald started gradually getting pissed about Kihyun being all over you. 

At first it was as if he didn’t care nor mind Kihyun and you, but his cool facade soon started fading as he was making his jealousy evident by the second, Tiffany didn’t seem to pick up on her date’s behavior, shocker she wasn’t that bright, Jooheon was just sitting there wishing the earth would swallow him fidgeting with his fork that you kept thinking he was about to bend every 2 seconds and Hyungwon was enjoying and juicing every bit of drama that was slowly escalating.

“I need to go to the restroom” you said sliding off the booth as the waitress took away the check. You went into the restroom and simply washed your hands running them through your hair instead of blow drying them when you were done.

You were getting what you wanted, he was jealous, yet why didn’t you feel at peace? You stood there looking at yourself in the mirror still feeling that bittersweetness in you trying to figure out what it was. 

It wasn’t about Gerald anymore. You hated the fact that deep down it was about Kihyun, the way he’d been acting only frustrated you because it was just… pretend. He was your friend and that was that, and all the thoughts slash feelings you’d been trying to bury up for months after the two of you started growing closer to each other just hit you like a bus and you were dreading it.

You opened the door only to be greeted by a tall towering figure.

“Can we talk?” Gerald said and you stood there speechless. “We never really talked about things“ he complemented.

You opened your mouth but no words came out. Your mind soon going into overdrive about what you should say.

“What’s going on?” Kihyun said walking into the short hallway where the door to the kitchen and restrooms was.

“Nothing” Gerald said eyeing you and then Kihyun.

“Well, we’re leaving” he said pulling at your arm. You looked up at a severely annoyed Gerald and finally spoke up.

“Yeah I… we were done here anyway” you said before taking Kihyun’s arm and walking back into the restaurant itself.

“You mind if we walk back to my apartment?” you said as he took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, you both knew Gerald was trailing right behind you.

“Not at all” he said before catching up to Hyungwon whom was standing in the lobby impatiently waiting for everyone.

“We’ll walk back” Kihyun said and the bored Hyungwon sitting there next to Tiffany nodded and shooed Kihyun away. When you walked out of the restaurant Kihyun didn’t let go of your hand even though the both of you didn’t need to keep pretending.

You were quiet the entire walk back but as usual, it didn’t feel out of place or awkward. Once inside your building he let go of your hand so you could fetch your keys and open your door.

“Yeah well… thanks for… you know” you said holding your door with one hand and leaning against the frame.

“Anytime” he said as you let go of the door and stepped out again to give him a hug before he left. As you pulled away slowly both of your arms lingered there for a few seconds. His dark chocolate eyes staring right at you and once more you had him only inches away from you, it was always like this, you knew he’d say something along the lines of ‘I gotta go’ and let go of you after a few seconds.

The seconds started feeling longer as they passed by and Kihyun didn’t budge, you hesitated on whether or not you should be the one who completely pulled away this time but didn’t move either. Kihyun leaned in slightly and stopped right when his lips brushed against yours, both of your warm breaths mixing in you could smell the cologne on him and you were sure he could smell your coconut mist as well.  

Since you didn’t pull away or move he took this as a signal to fully press his lips against yours tightening his grip around you as you did the same with your arms around his neck. His soft rosy lips on yours was something you’d thought about for months now but never really acted upon the thoughts, never in a million years did you think it would actually happen you were just friends. Or so you tried to tell yourself every time you ended up thinking about Kihyun in any other way. He tilted his head to the side getting better access to your lips and kept one hand on your lower back as the other one slid up your side.

You brought your hands up to his hair and ran your fingers through his recently dyed dark brown almost black hair. The slight worry of someone passing by and catching a glimpse of the both of you making out in front of your apartment door only fed your excitement. Kihyun brought his hand up to your neck and his soft passionate kisses were starting to get more eager.

Whatever self control you had in you went out the window as you stumbled backwards pulling him into your apartment, you knew what would happen once that door closed. He closed the door behind him still kissing you, his kisses now filled with lust and his hands touching and feeling everywhere they could now that you were alone.

He pressed you up against the door and slid his tongue into your mouth running his hands down your thighs to lift you off the ground, you wrapped your legs around him supporting yourself between him and the door. Your hands almost knowingly tugged at his jacket and fumbled with the fabric trying to get it off of him, keeping you pressed against the door he took one of his hands from under your thigh and started taking off his jacket before doing the same with his other arm throwing it on the floor next to where you were.

He bit down and tugged on your swollen lip and you let out a soft moan, Kihyun then pressed you harder against the door and you could feel the hardness in his pants against your thigh.

You felt his free hand slide under your shirt as he pressed his lips down your jawline and spread kisses all the way down to your neck before sucking on the bare skin right above your collarbone.

“You know” he breathed out letting your thigh go and you brought your legs down to stand again. “Every single time you talked about that idiot” he half whispered kissing on your neck again. Your head rolled back exposing the fair skin he would most likely mark within seconds.

“it just made me boil on the inside” he said intertwining his fingers on the hair on your nape and slightly pulling at it which made you gasp softly. “and the fact that you still cared about him” he said sliding his fingers into your pants. “even when he didn’t appreciate you” he said grazing his fingertips over your wet core. Your heavy breath grew along with the desperation to just feel him all over you. You squirmed under his touch before he pulled his hand out and you tried to hold yourself up.

“Kihyun” you moaned out softly as whatever sanity you had in you left.

“What’s wrong babe?” He teased brushing his lips against your neck.

“Please” you begged in a breathy voice wanting to feel his fingers back on you.

“Please what?” he said sliding his leg between yours pressing against your wetness, the friction giving you some sort of relief. You opened your eyes to meet Kihyun’s again.

“Take me, now” you said and he smashed his lips harshly against yours pulling you closer to him and moving away from the entrance to what you assumed would be your bedroom. Once inside your room you were still all over eachother, you slammed the door closing it before attacking his lips once more and both of your hands roaming eachother pulling at whatever clothing was left desperately trying to get rid of it. Your hand found its way down to his pants and you ran it along his bulge pressing your palm against it. He let out a moan which you didn’t anticipate and the sounds coming from him had you smiling against his lips.

The back of Kihyun’s knee hit the edge of your bed and he pulled you down with him onto the bed. You straddled him and kissed all over his neck biting down and sucking on some parts giving Kihyun exactly what he’d given you just a few moments ago. You started grinding your hips down against his and he brought his hands up to your shirt to finally pull it off your body. He shut his eyes and rolled his head back letting out a moan, feeling some sort of relief from you grinding onto him. You slowed your pace teasing him and soon enough his eyes sprung open and he let out a groan in frustration.  

He grabbed your wrists and pushed you off him flipping you over so he was on top of you now.  

“Don’t try me” he warned pinning your hands above of your head before he trailed his hands down your arms and torso running them over your breasts which were still covered by your bra. His hands wandered over them and you arched your back so he could get your bra completely off you, he slid his hand under you unclasping the back and pulling it off you before guiding his mouth down to one of your nipples and his hand to the other one, slightly stroking with his hand and sucking on the other one, your hands somehow kept finding their way to his now messy hair, he nipped at your hard nub and you gasped at the feeling pulling harder at his hair. You felt him smile against your skin before he pulled away and started fumbling with the button of your jeans, successfully pulling them off a few seconds later along with your panties leaving you completely bare under him.

“Who knew I could make you this wet” he cockily remarked running his finger down your slit teasing you. It had been months, almost a year since you’d been with someone, the last person being your ex and Kihyun slowly finding every button of yours and pushing you all over the edge had you going crazy. You hated that he was making you needy.

You wanted him, you needed him.

“What should I do about you?” he said pressing his fingers against your clit watching you squirm under him because of the sudden contact. He started working his fingers in circular motions giving your core the burning attention it needed, you let out a breathy moan before rolling your head back against the pillows arching your back and closing your eyes grasping the sheets underneath you.

You felt two fingers slide into you before his warm tongue replaced his fingers on your clit, his free hand on your thigh spreading your legs wider as he used his other hand to pump his fingers in and out of you.

Alternating between tugging at the sheets on your mattress and his hair you started to feel your climax build up in your stomach, moaning out Kihyun’s name and a series of curses as you rocked your hips against him trying to increase the pleasure you knew you were right on the edge and about to come, you were feeling everything building up inside you as Kihyun worked his tongue all over you and just like that the sensation went away abrubtly.  

Your eyes sprung open as you tried to figure out the reason for the sudden stop and you met eyes with Kihyun, who gave you a smirk.

“I told you not to try me” he said hovering over you and you let out a groan.

“You dick” you said pushing him off you annoyed by his action, he was now on his back propping himself up with his elbows and you were quick to move to his belt and start to take it off as well as undoing his pants.

He let out a soft laugh and didn’t stop grinning watching you fumble with his remaining clothes.

Oh he’ll see.

You finally managed to take off his pants leaving him in his underwear, you placed your hand over his groin running your fingers over his still clothed member. His breath grew heavier at the contact but it wasn’t until you applied pressure and stroked harder that he actually let out a moan.  

“Y/N” he panted out as you ran your hands on his abdomen all the way down and hooked your fingers on the waistband on his underwear pulling it down. His hard member now exposed to you, you took it in your hand and wrapped your fingers around it slowly rubbing your thumb over the tip and he threw his head back breathing out heavily trying to hold in his moans. After a few seconds of rubbing around the precome on his tip you actually started moving your hand up and down his shaft. Still with his head rolled back you could see his chest rising and falling quickly. You lowered yourself still pumping your hand gradually increasing your speed as you brought yourself up to his member. Your hand slowed down and stopped at the base of his length as you took him in your mouth. Kihyun bucked his hips at the feeling pushing his member deeper into your mouth, it was only a matter of seconds before he collapsed onto the matress letting out a moan as you bobbed your head up and down. He brought his hands up to your hair carefully intertwining his fingers on your locks and pushing them out of the way. You knew you’d hit a spot when he’d tug lightly at your hair, the sweet echoing of his moaning indicating when it was time for you to increase your speed or suck a little harder, his fingers pulling at your hair and his nails digging into your scalp also letting you know you were working him just the right way.

Just as you were pushing him over the edge and had him under you a moaning mess saying out your name bucking his hips each time harder onto you, you gave him one last painfully slow suck before removing yourself from him and he shot up in frustration.

“You shouldn’t try me either” you mocked and he got up taking you by the shoulders and pinning you down on the bed. You gasped at his sudden outburst and the once cute, sweet and loving Kihyun you knew was buried deep down the lust filled man in front of you who you wanted to go feral on you.

“I’ll teach you a lesson” he said harshly pressing his lips onto you once more before climbed out of the bed picking up his pants from the floor and you assumed he was looking for a condom. Once he found the small package he ripped it open and placed it on himself before climbing on top of you to continue where he’d left off.

As you were anxiously waiting to see if he said something he didn’t even give you time to anticipate what was going to happen before he completely thrusted his length into you. You let out a cry in pleasure as he started pumping into you. You had your arms around his back and soon dug your nails on the skin which would most likely leave red marks all over.

“Kihyun” you said out loud and he started to slow his pace again.

“What is it princess?” he said running his hand down your thigh which you had just wrapped around his waist.

“Please” you were starting to beg, which was something you’d never admit to doing. Kihyun loving every second of being now the one in control of you came down to give you small kisses all over your neck still pumping in and out of you but not at the pace you wanted him to.

“Faster” you managed to breathe out as your frustration and need for more was becoming unbearable by the second.

“Faster what?” he said detaching his lips from your neck and looking you whom seemed to be having trouble keeping your eyes open.

“Just fuck me harder” you finally spat out.

“I don’t know if I should” he continued teasing.

“Please” you managed to breathe out as he thrusted harder into you and you finally moaned out louder feeling some sort of relief that you were getting exactly what you were waiting for. He whined over you at the feeling of your insides clenching against him.

He started going at a faster pace once again smashing his lips against yours, sloppy kisses and muffled moans was all you were getting from Kihyun. That same sensation in your stomach started coming back indicating you were close to your own high.

His thrust started becoming sloppier so you assumed he was close as well, it only took him a few more thrusts before you finally reached your climax choking out his name trying to hold yourself together as he didn’t stop. One, two, three more thrusts was all it took for him after having you shaking underneath him and wrapping around him thanks to your own orgasm.

He finally reached his own high letting out a louder moan that came out a few pitches higher than his last ones. He sunk his head right next to yours above your shoulder trying to gain composure and you brought your hands up to the back of his neck and ran your fingers through his now dark dyed locks that were once pink months ago. When he could finally regain some composure, he brought his head up to look at you before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead and throwing himself beside you.

You rolled over to your side to see him on your bed with his eyes closed trying to regain his breath, his hair falling softly on his forehead that had a few sweat drops dripping. He turned his head and slowly opened his eyes meeting yours, he ran his fingers through your somewhat tangled messy hair pushing it out of the way. You pulled yourself closer to him wrapping your arm around him and resting your head on his chest.

He still kept his hand in your hair petting and running his fingers softly through it as you closed your eyes and waited to slowly doze off in his arms.

Who knew it’d be this nice.

Birthday

hahah this is a one shot and it sucks and not formal but heYYY 

inspired by @bunny-yams’s high school au with jamilams and everything I want in life

word count: 733 oops its short

pretty sure it doesn’t have any trigger warnings, just some cussing bc i can’t write anything without throwing fuck in there this is mainly just fluff y’all 

lETSGO


Alex woke up in bed alone, cuddled up with some blankets. He opened his eyes groggily and rubbed the side of his face. John and Thomas had stayed the night with him, but it wasn’t like them to disappear before he woke up. 

“Johnny? Tom?” Alex sat up, not hearing either of them in the bathroom either. He pursed his lips about to get out of bed before a soft knock of the door sounded. John quickly stuck his face through the door, grinning. 

“Hey, beautiful.” John beamed, coming towards Alex and attacking his face with kisses. Alex laughed, pushing John away gently. 

“What’s going on, John? You’re being awfully sweet.” Alex teased. John put a hand over his chest in fake shock. 

“Are you saying I’m not always sweet to you?” John protested, pulling back a smile. “I’m offended.”

“John, you know-”

“IS HE AWAKE YET?” Thomas yelled, interrupting them. John laughed, kissing Alex on the cheek. 

“PLEASE SAY YES, THOMAS IS ABOUT TO BLOW UP THE GODDAMN KITCHEN.” George, Alex’s dad, shouted too. Alex giggled, staring at John wildly. 

“What do you have planned?” Alex asked. John stood up and didn’t reply. He grabbed Alex gently, picking him up and tossing him over his shoulder. Alex let out a yelp of surprise and pounded on John’s back. His laughter got in the way of anything he wanted to say. Soon, John set Alex down softly in the kitchen and moved to Thomas’s side, letting Alex turn around to see the beautiful mess that was the kitchen. 

Propped against one of the counters was a small canvas, decorated with polaroid pictures of Alex with all of his friends and family, but mainly with pictures of him and John and Thomas. Next to the canvas on the counter, was a sloppy cake that was obviously made with lots of love and a fuck-ton of patience. Alex was shocked. No one had ever done much for his birthday, except some cards in the mail, a wad of cash, and a gift from George. 

Thomas wrapped an arm around Alex, grinning and pulling him close. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” Thomas said to the blushing and beaming Alex next to him. 

“Thank you so much, Tommy.” Alex gasped out, holding back his tears of happiness. 

“Aw, you made him cry, Thomas!” John put in jokingly. Thomas rolled his eyes. 

“The canvas was your idea, idiot.” Thomas retorted, wrapping his arms completely around Alex and hugging him tight. Alex pulled away from him a few seconds later, barreling into John and hugging him forcefully. John laughed and planted a kiss on Alex’s head. 

“Happy birthday, love.” John hummed, wiping Alex’s joyful tears off his face. Alex grinned, sniffling and looking at the canvas again. There was one big picture in the middle, and Alex lost track of how long he started at it.

Alex was in the center of the photo, grinning crazily. On either side of him, John and Thomas were planting a kiss on Alex’s cheeks. He saw Christmas lights in the background, and he remembered fondly when it was taken. Christmas Eve, the first Christmas when they were all together. Alex bounced on his heels. He couldn’t wait for another Christmas like that. 

“I was thinking you could put it in the space above your desk,” Thomas said. “So when you’re writing essays deep into the night, you can look up and it and remember that we want you to get some fucking sleep.” 

John and Alex laughed together, while George tried to hold back his laughter with a muffled snort. Alex turned to George and gave him a hug too. 

“Don’t eat cake for breakfast, for the love of god,” George sighed good-heartedly. “The last thing we need is three hormonal teenagers running around the house high on cake.” 

“Got it, Dad.” Alex replied, his face flush with happiness. George said his quick goodbye and left the room to get ready for work. Alex moved back to his boyfriends, and they squished them into a tight hug.

“Love you, baby,” Thomas muttered happily. 

“I love you,” John said, drawing out the u and making Alex laugh. 

“I love you guys too,” Alex blushed. “Thank you so much for an awesome birthday. I forgot about it myself.”

“Well, that’s why you have us.” Thomas smirked, kissing Alex’s head. “Because we’ll never forget something so special.”