This is dedicated to @connorxxmurphy and her wonderful cake! This is for you!
Evan hummed to himself as he stirred the cake batter. Soft instrumental music played in the background as the oven beeped, signifying that it was preheated.
Evan was making a cake for his boyfriend. Ever since he was little, Evan has always enjoyed baking, but now he had a reason to make a birthday cake for someone!
“How are you doing, Hon?” Heidi poked her head into the kitchen. Evan smiled warmly at her, and started to pour the batter into the pan.
“Good, Mom. It should be ready around 6, and Con and I are having a date here at 7.” He said. Heidi beamed.
“I will get out of the house by then, in that case, don’t want to ruin a special birthday date!” Heidi walked over to her son and rubbed his arms. “Do you have anything else planned for tonight?”
“Yup. Ordering pizza, and I have his favorite movie. For a gift, I got him a new hoodie, and the cake.”
“Aw, Evan, you are the sweetest boyfriend. Connor is going to love it.” Heidi gave Evan a small kiss on the cheek, one last arm squeeze, and walked out of the kitchen. Evan put the pan full of cake batter in the oven, and set the timer.
As he started to make the frosting, Evan let his thoughts travel. Connor and Evan had been dating for about five months now, every day better than the last, but this was the first birthday they had spent together. Evan wanted it to be perfect, and the one thing he knew for sure that he could make perfectly was cake. He hoped that Connor liked his new hoodie as well. Evan has been guilty of stealing a few (or more) of his boyfriend’s hoodies, but he couldn’t help it! All of his hoodies were constantly warm and smelled like Connor.
Evan finished the frosting (It was a regular green frosting with a hint of a mint taste) and set it to the side. The cake still have 10 minutes to bake, so texting Connor seemed like the most attractive idea right now.
Evan: hey connor!
Evan: how does it feel to be an old man now? youre officially 18!!
Connor: i kinda want to take a nap
Evan: con… its 5:30 in the evening, plus we have our special birthday date at 7… pls dont sleep
Connor: bah humbug
Evan: babe…. Thats christmas
Connor: what are you up to?
Evan: stuff hbu
Connor: very specific
Evan: shut up
Connor: im gonna take a shower i will text you when im on my way to your house
Evan: okie dokie!! See you soon!!
Evan put down his phone. There was a few more minutes on the cake, so Evan pulled out the rest of his supplies. He would need to wait for the cake to cool before frosting, but Evan was always impatient when it came to baking.
A mint bar, some sprinkles and more green food dye. Connor liked mint, so Evan couldn’t help but go all out for his boyfriend.
An hour later, everything was set up. The cake was frosted, and was sitting in the fridge (to hide from Connor). Evan had ordered the pizza, and it should arrive around the same time that Connor comes over. Evan’s phone buzzed.
Connor: i know im early but is it cool if i come over now
Evan: of course
Connor: see you in ten?
Almost exactly eight minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
“Coming!” Evan said, shoving the cake haphazardly into the fridge. Heidi came downstairs as Evan reached the door. He opened the door with great flourish. “Happy birthday Connor!” He shouted as his boyfriend came into view.
Connor was wearing his standard black hoodie and jeans. His hair was pulled back into a bun, and he was smiling.
“Thank you! How are you doing, babe?” Connor stepped into the house, giving Evan a quick kiss on the lips. Heidi walked in, and hugged Connor.
“Happy birthday!” Heidi said. Connor smiled. “Now, I will get out of your hair. Have fun you two!” In a flash, Heidi was gone.
“Ready to watch the movie?” Evan asked, grabbing Connor’s hand. Connor beamed at him, and let his boyfriend lead the way.
A few hours and a pizza later, Evan had decided that it was time for gifts.
“Babe, you really didn’t need to get me anythi-” Connor tried to protest as Evan ran out of the room to get his gift.
“Shush!” Evan called back, grabbing the hoodie. He didn’t bother wrapping it. “Happy birthday, Connor!” Evan wasn’t going to lie, he almost felt jealous about the look of pure joy that Connor had on his face when he saw the jacket.
“Evan!” Connor had simply exclaimed before slipping the jacket on. It was a good fit, amid the sleeves that went a little past Connor’s hands. “Thank you so much!” Evan kissed Connor before standing up again.
“I got one more thing for you,” He said before going into the kitchen. This time, Connor didn’t protest, only watched him go with wide eyes.
Evan brought out the cake with obvious pride. Connor’s jaw dropped as Evan placed the cake on the table in front of him.
“Ev…” Connor said in a breathy voice. Evan lit one of the candles that was placed in the center and sat down next to Connor.
“Happy birthday to you,” He started to sing softly. Evan was by no means a talented singer, but this was a special occasion. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Connor, happy birthday to you!” Evan kissed Connor’s cheek and rested his chin on Connor’s shoulder. “Make a wish babe.”
Connor started to lean towards the cake but instead turned to Evan and kissed him deeply. It was only when Connor pulled away that Evan realized that Connor was crying. He quickly blew out the candle and hugged Evan tightly burying his face in Evan’s shirt.
“Hey. what is wrong?” Evan asked softly, feeling panicked. Did he not like the cake? Instead of responding, Connor just shook his head. After a few moments, Connor inhaled a shuddering breath and pulled out of the hug. Evan was quick to wipe away Connor’s tears. “Is it the cake? Is it too much?”
Connor laughed a watery laugh. “No, it’s not the cake. It is just, no one has ever done this much for my birthday, like ever. It means a lot to me.” Evan smiled, and moved close to his boyfriend.
“Alway, Connor. If I could, I would get the moon for you.” At Evan’s words, Connor smiled brightly, and kissed him. “Now, let’s get some cake, okay?”
*takes on three hundred creative projects at once and succeeds in all of them, rocks a fur coat and purple tights better than us, breaks a Guinness World record like nbd, spends days on dirty streets if he has to prepare for a role, runs on stage with a creaky knee and broken back, hangs 4,000 feet in the air from a rock with broken rope and snapchats it for good measure*
Also Jared Leto:
*takes 3 hours to cut diagonally into a soft creme, chocolate cake and believes he can take it out with a fork*
✥ pairing: Jungkook | reader I Yooongi ✥ genre:angst (Soulmate!au meets Hanahaki!au) ✥ word count:3.327 ✥ warnings:none ✥ author’s note:Hellooo, Toombler! This is the first instaallment of the Saudade series (Whoot Whoot) I’m warning you guys now, i have no plot, idk where i’m going with this. Let me know if you guys want another part to this! xxx
Saudade; ↪ The feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost
The sky was a painting tonight.
You marveled at the beautiful twilight hues. Shades of violet bled into the indigo sky, creating bridges of colours you could only describe with the paintbrush in your hand, and the canvas in front of you. You mixed and created shades of pink, purple and blue you could not name. You paid no attention to that, art did not need a language; it was the expression of what words fail to communicate.
Art is an entity of its own.
Many described you as wild – you were as wild as the winds that blew the curled red leaf in the air.
You watched the sun in front of you dip below the horizon like a candle being extinguished. You dipped your own brush into the paint and brushed it across the canvas, now adding the finishing strokes of cerise and amber.
You gave your painting a final look before setting down your paintbrush.
You huffed. In front of you was no match to what you saw a few minutes ago. You could never paint the splashes of colours you formed in the sky. The true and raw beauty of the sunset could never be captured. That is by you – a self-proclaimed artist.
It was rumoured that everyone has a different sky that is shared with their soulmate – except all celestial objects stay in the same position for everybody, so weather is not affected. Everyone has the ability to draw on the sky, making splash of colours or little notes for only them and their soulmate to see.
You shivered from the chilly winds as they ran across your skin. It was exhilarating as it was terrifying. You were currently situated at the rooftop of your art institution. Every evening, you came here and tried to create a somewhat decent painting of the evening sky. And every evening, you failed.
You mastered the skill of painting fruit baskets and fields of flowers. You could recreate the face of a person you had met for the first time with deadly precision. So why could you not paint something as simple as the sunset? Children could paint it. Hell, Kindergarteners could finger-paint the sunset, yet you couldn’t. Why?
Walking to the edge, you gripped the thin metal railing. It always amazed you at how fast the night changes. Now, as you looked at the early night sky, all traces of the colours had bled into one – a magnificent shade of midnight blue. The cold winds of nightfall pierced the thin layer of your shirt. You wrapped your hands around your body as you attempted to warm yourself. In vain, you rubbed your hands up and down each other until you felt a hint of warmth spread across your body.
The night held so many mysteries.
You turned around to wipe off the wet paint on your palette and you put it, along with your brush, into your bag. Slinging the back on your shoulder, you picked up your easel and walked to the room across from you. The room was small and mainly used for storage. Sometimes, you would find couples inside it. Those encounters never ended well.
You made a silent prayer in your head as you turned the brass door knob to the room. To your surprise, the light was already on. You could’ve sworn that you turned them off when you came to get the equipment. Hesitantly stepping inside, you put down the easel at the back of the room.
Whoosh, the door closed. The sound made you jump and you heard a deep chuckle come from beside you.
You let out a shriek as you made eye contact with none other than Jeon Jungkook.
“Jungkook!” you shoved the boy in front of you, “you scared the shit out of me.”
“Oh Y/N! Y-you s-should’ve seen y-your face,” Jungkook tried to imitate your reaction before he doubled over with laughter once again. “Oh man, y-you looked s-so terrified,” he spluttered.
You felt a smile of your own forming before you crossed your arms together and bit your lip. You tried your best to stay mad at him. You never could, but you tried. Every time.
Jungkook’s amber orbs blazed with the golden light of a summer evening. His eyes reminded you of a sunset – no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t manage to look away.
“Hello? Earth to Y/N,” Jungkook waved his hand in front of your face. You snapped out of your trance and shifted your gaze from his face to the ground.
“Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Did I go too far? Do you want to hit me? You can hit me, just don’t hit my face. It’s the only thing I have going for me,” he offered you a comforting smile.
His smile alone was enough to make you feel better.
You shook your head and opened your mouth to speak, “Jungkook, just… don’t scare me like that ever again.”
He nodded and moved across the room. You thought he was going to leave until he walked back to you with a brown bag in his hands. Instantly, the smell of Tteokbokki hit your nostrils and you felt your mouth water a little. You hadn’t eaten since lunch. You reached out to take the bag when it was pulled away from your grasp.
“Nuh uh,”Jungkook waggled his finger at you, “first, you have to show me your painting. You never show me your paintings of the sunset.”
“Um, no. There’s a reason why and that’s because they’re all trash. Absolute trash.”
“You’re being way too critical of yourself. Your paintings are never short of amazing.”
“But you haven’t seen these ones, that’s why you’re saying this.”
“Then show me,” Jungkook said.
You took a hold of both of his hands and looked up at him pleadingly
“Jungkook… please don’t make me.”
He huffed and looked away. You wondered what he was thinking about.
You heard the rustle of the paper bag as he handed it to you. “Thank you, kookie. I owe you one,” you said as you took a bite of the soft rice cake.
“Don’t thank me, I know you hadn’t had dinner so I brought you some food. It’s what friends are for,” he shrugged his shoulders as he reached for a rice cake.
You momentarily stopped chewing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop in disappointment every time you heard that word.
The two of you walked out of the room and sat on the cold, concrete floor.
The night sky was a sharp contrast to the once melodic array of warm colours – it was now black as ink, the only light illuminating from the stars.
“Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade?”
“The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice.”
You grinned and gave him a rice cake. “It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.”
You couldn’t see his face but you could tell that he was smiling.
“I-I think that I’m going to tell Hyojin that I love her,” he had mentioned out of the blue.
Your chest tightened, the same way it did when Jungkook first told you about his crush on your sister. You felt a tingling, itchy feeling clawing up your throat and stopping midway. It felt like a hairball that had been stuck, but you managed to swallow it down with some water. You sat still, vision blurring, and in that moment, you heard your heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower’s stem.
“Y/N, are you okay? You look like you’re –“
“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just choked a little on the rice cake when I tried to talk at the same time,” you lied, clutching the brown paper bag resting in your lap.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow but did not question further. “Well, what do you think I should do?”
“You should do what you feel is right.”
You couldn’t make out Jungkook’s face. You only saw the highlighted parts of his face as the moonlight shone down upon him.
“What do you think is right?”
“It doesn’t matt—“
“What do you think is right?”
You sighed, “you really love her, don’t you?”
“With all my heart.“
“Maybe”, you said gently, “you’re trying too hard to hear it. Don’t say it yet.”
Jungkook’s face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots. You saw his body go rigid, his mouth hung with lips slightly parted and his eyes were slightly widened at your statement. Slowly, the shock wore off of his face and was replaced with a gaze that felt like an act of violence – a glare to stop your heart. You heard him as he scoffed, “…unbelievable.”
You felt your temper rise at Jungkook’s audacity to scoff at you, “what? You asked for my opinion and so I gave you my opinion. Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
Jungkook laughed heartlessly, looking down at you as if you were a complete stranger. “I’m going to tell her,” he said with an air of finality and a tinge of annoyance directed towards you.
Instead of lowering your head you lifted it, a stony glare carved into your dark eyes. Anger blurred your sight but you tightened your jaw and glared at him, “and what am I supposed to do? Sit by while you date other girls and fall in love with someone else and get married?” Your voice tightened, “And meanwhile, I’ll die a little bit more every day, watching.”
Jungkook turned, but too slowly to be normal. When he spook his voice trailed slowly, like his words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy, “Y/N, p-please, stop. Y-you’re just…jealous, just admit it,” you heard the slight hesitance in his words. “You know what, I’ll help you find someo—”
“Yes! I’ll admit, I am jealous. I’m jealous of every minute you spend with her, of every concerned expression you send her way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip her to pieces and purge her from your mind and from your heart. But I can’t.” before you could register what was happening, your brain made a decision of its own.
“Y/N, please don’t—“
Words flew from your mouth that you never thought you’d even think, let alone say out loud. You knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they’d hit their mark. In that instant, your relationship shattered into glassy shards. Nothing would ever be the same again.
“I love you,” you blurted out. “I-I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”
Jungkook shot up, his tall stature looming over your own. You stood up beside him, with your arms crossed and your eyes locked on him. It takes him a while to realize that you weren’t joking. You got up on your feet, standing a few inches away from him. "J-Jungkook?” you placed your hand on his arm in an effort to comfort him. Jungkook shoved your hand away.
“Don’t touch me.” Just a few words, but they brought tears to your eyes. You never thought this was how it would feel to have your heart broken.
“Jungkook, please. Don’t do this.” You pleaded him as you covered your face with your hands and wiping away your tears.
“Oh no! I’m not doing anything here. Itold you not to say it and yet you still said it.” Jungkook was now shouting at you.
“I’m sorry,” you sounded like you were choking on your tears. You never could keep your emotions under control; you couldn’t fight away the tears. You stepped forward, trying to reach out to him. Jungkook put his hands in front of him, halting you from taking another step.
“I said don’t touch me,” Jungkook’s voice cracked. Under the moonlight, you could see that his cheeks reflected your own tear-stained ones.
You didn’t try to get closer to him again. You sat down and tucked your knees to your chest, putting your elbows on your knees, and covered your face with your hands, then started to breathe slowly.
Silence gnawed at your insides. It hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shatters on the ground. You needed to fill the void with sounds, words, anything. The silence was poisonous in its nothingness, cruelly underscoring how vapid your conversation had become – it clung to you two like a poisonous cloud that at any moment could choke the life from them.
You couldn’t stand the deafening silence anymore. “Jungkook,” you whispered, not daring to look at the face in front of you. “I-I love you and I can’t stop loving you. You overtake my affections and leave my heart in shattered disarray of pieces. Every single time you steal a part of me, you make it impossible for me to put myself together. I know you can never love me and yet I always delude myself in the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn to love me back. Why is that? Perhaps I hope that you return what you’ve stolen. You never do. You smile, and it’s intoxicating. Your fingers brush through my hair, and it’s addicting. You laugh, and it’s contagious. You and your flirtatious self. But I know, and you know that you could never — wouldnever return the love I shared with you.”
“You love Hyojin,“ you continued for him. "I know. Y-you’re in love with…her,” the bitter taste of those words lingered on your tongue.
Your eyes met his warm brown ones. “Yes,” he whispered, his lower lip trembling. “It’s her. It’s always been her.”
Jungkook’s words fell out of his mouth like vapour but landed in your guts as shrapnel. You felt your insides tear, and the blood drain from your face. You would have laughed but he was dead serious. His eyes were cold like you’d never seen and his features immobile. He handed back the painting you gave him just yesterday and you let it fall as soon as its weight had hit your palm. There was the mute sound of paper on cement but neither of you moved to pick it up. You were trying to understand the words he told you but you couldn’t. Then he turned to go, shoulders sunken and his hands in his pockets. Before you knew what you were doing you were standing in his way and locked eyes, the perfect distance for a kiss, but he shook his head. You could see your pain mirrored in his dark eyes.
“I’m sorry that I love you, Jungkook,” you said through your tears.
“Y/N, please. Let me go.”
“I can’t – not like this. Let’s talk about this. Please.”
“There isn’t anything to talk about.”
Jungkook’s eyes were trained on some invisible specter behind you. His heavy eyelids took a fraction too slow to blink, his irises too stationary. It was as if his brain was suffering a massive short circuit and was struggling to compute. You moved into his line of sight, touching his cheek with the side of your thumb, your lips forming a pensive grin. Jungkook’s head tilted upward to your face, his eyes sliding into focus. Your voice came out in a breathy whisper, “can I just have one kiss?”
Jungkook made no motion to move and so, you leaned in. all of your senses were screaming at you to pull back, to step away from Jungkook – your sister’s boyfriend. And yet, you couldn’t. You knew he didn’t love him back, but you couldn’t resist. You leaned in a little closer, your foreheads touching. Dear god, you couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through you. His very smell was flooding his senses now.
“No!” he seemed to snap out from whatever trance he was previously in. “No, I thought you were my friend,” Jungkook yelled. He pulled himself away from you as if he touched a hot coal. Jungkook turned around and made a mad dash towards the exit.
“Wait! Jungkook,” you called after him. “Please,” you closed your eyes, pleading.
씹는 맛 – the chewing texture of a food 바삭바삭하다 – to be crispy (fried foods) 아삭아삭하다 – to be crunchy (fruits & vegetables) 쫄깃쫄깃하다 – to be chewy 끈적끈적하다 – to be sticky 말랑말랑하다 – to be soft (marshmallow, rice cakes) 칼칼하다 – to be spicy & parching (because of red pepper powder) 얼큰하다 – to be spicy but refreshing (spicy soup when you’re sick)
The next 3 are not actually chewing textures, but still food adjectives:
부글부글 – to be boiling / heavy bubbles (soup) 보글보글 – to be bubbling / light bubbles (soup) 지글지글 – to be sizzling (frying meat)
*A/N: It’s been way too long! I’m sorry! This is the definitely the last part of the series. I was so torn, I didn’t quite know how to end it, too many options! I hope you like it!
Thank you @jaxonah for being my rock! thank you for going over ideas with me a million times. Your love and support means the world to me. This last part is entirely dedicated to you bby!!! ilysm 💕💕💕
It had been
two and a half months since the night Jungkook turned up at her apartment.
Sometimes it felt nothing had changed; yet everything was different.
She looked at him, standing in the middle
of her living room; his body was ridden with shakes, tears were running down
his cheeks. She missed her friend. She missed how he made her feel happy when
things were going terribly wrong in her life. She missed just hanging out with
him, watching movies in comfortable silence. Tears had filled her eyes too, as
she stood up, walked over to him and reached for his hand. It was cold; not
from being outside at night but from fear. Fear that she would reject him again
and send him away. She had never heard the amount of desperation in his voice
before while he begged for her forgiveness. Her hand gently rested on his
cheek, he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. His skin was soft against
hers, but that didn’t stop the tears escaping his eyes rapidly. The hand that was
still holding his, tightened its grip. Her mind went back to the evening in the
restaurant when Jimin had told her not to touch him and for a split second she
wanted to pull away and to not hurt him even more than she already had, but she
couldn’t. She needed to comfort him. Jungkook needed to know that she wasn’t
going to punish him for coming here and asking for her to rethink her decision.
His bottom lip was still trembling, his dark eyes were glossy with tears; if it
weren’t for the bags under his eyes he’d look much younger, but she knew that
what she had said to him broke his heart into a million pieces. There was no
denying that they both had been through hell and back the past month. Slowly
she pulled her hand away from his face. “Come.” She whispered; it was almost
inaudible and walked with him to her bedroom, not letting go of his hand. They
lied down on her bed, facing each other. There was no hidden agenda, she just
wanted to make him feel safe and give him the comfort that he was so
desperately looking for, so she wrapped her arms around him. He did the same,
clinging onto her like his life depended on it. Incessant whispers of “I’m
sorry” left his mouth over and over again, while she rubbed circles on his
back, trying to calm him down. They stayed in that position for what felt like
forever, until they were both fast asleep, still holding each other.
Am I still in time for the @txf-prompt-box 1013/Mulder’s birthday challenge? I hope so! 1013 words - without the title. Had to cut like… a lot of it. Mulder’s birthday through the years. Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic
Scully stares at what was supposed to be a delicious banana
chocolate cake. It’s burnt in some places, pure chocolate soup in others. She
tries to salvage at least one piece that she can offer to Mulder but it’s no
use. It’s Friday the 13th and Mulder’s birthday. Scully has been planning this for
weeks. When they poisoned Mulder and he, raw and hurt after his father’s death,
slept in her bed, he kept mumbling something about banana chocolate cake. Then
later, while she drove cross country with a sick, shot at (her fault, arguably)
Mulder, he talked about it again in his sleep. Back home, after Melissa’s
funeral when Scully couldn’t sleep, she remembered.
And now this.
She knocks on Mulder’s apartment door, feeling silly. His
smile when he opens it is tired, yet pleasantly surprised.
“Happy birthday, Mulder.” Scully sheepishly hands
him the recipe. He stares at the piece of paper then at her.
“Thank you? Scully, what is this?”
“I wanted to bake you a cake,” Scully blushes,
“it didn’t go very well.”
“Banana chocolate cake. That’s one of my
“I know,” his eyebrows go up in surprise, “You
“When you were sick.” Scully admits. That blush on
her face refuses to disappear.
“My aunt used to make the cake for Sam and me. She died
when I was 15. I haven’t had it since then.” He glances at the recipe,
worries the edges of the paper. His voice trembles under the weight of all the
loss he’s had to endure.
“I’m sorry, Mulder.”
“Friday the 13th. Not the best day for cake, it
seems.” His expression is peaceful, amused. He grabs his coat from the
rack and closes the door behind him.
“Where are we going?” She asks when he puts his
hand on her back.
“Go and eat cake, of course.”
“Next time your birthday falls on a Friday, Mulder, I’m
going bake you this cake.” Scully promises on a whim.
“That’s when my birthday next falls on a Friday.”
“How do you know this?” He shrugs and grins.
“You think we’re still together then?” Mulder turns to her, his
expression unreadable. “I mean work together.” She specifies, feeling
flushed and embarrassed.
“I hope so, Scully. I really hope so.”
It’s well, a cake.
It’s not necessarily shaped like the picture on the website.
The color is slightly off, but it’s a cake. A real banana chocolate cake in
honor of Mulder’s birthday. It’s Friday. Friday the 13th. Eleven years ago, who
would have thought they’d be here? Who would have thought they’d be alive at
“Hm, morning, Scully.” Mulder strolls into the
“Happy birthday.” She murmurs, throwing her arms
around him. He draws her closer, nuzzles her neck. “It’s Friday the 13th, Mulder.”
“Hmm.” He mumbles against her, his lips trailing
along her skin.
“I made your cake.”
“Cake. Yeah. You taste better than any cake,
Scully.” He tells her, kissing her throat.
“That’s nice, Mulder, but can we try it anyway?”
Mulder lets go of her to look at the cake. “I waited eleven years to do
this.” He nods, takes a fork and digs in. Scully watches him intently as
he puts the soft cake into his mouth. He chews slowly, his face not giving
“Is it good?” She asks impatiently.
“Why don’t you try it yourself.” Mulder offers her
a forkful of cake. Scully opens her mouth and lets Mulder feed her. She lasts
less than five seconds, spits it out, and glances at Mulder.
“It’s terrible!” Mulder nods, grins.
“Why didn’t you warn me?" She asks, pouring
herself a glass of water. She drinks thirstily, but the heavy, salty taste
"I wanted to see your face.” Mulder admits.
“I’m sorry, Mulder. I can never get it right.”
Mulder hugs her and kisses her cheek.
“Your next chance is in 2017. And anyway, I’d rather
eat you than any cake.” They laugh, kiss and don’t care when the rest of
the cake tumbles into the sink while they make love right there against the
Standing in front of his house, their house, waiting for him
to open the door feels strange. Another Friday the 13th, another birthday,
another try. Mulder opens the door and there might be more wrinkles these
days, his eyes more tired, but his expression is the same as 22 years
“Happy birthday, Mulder.” Scully presents the
banana chocolate cake to him as if it were the Holy Grail.
“Thank you, Scully. Come on in.” Daggoo runs
towards her, wagging his tail excitedly.
“Down, boy.” Mulder says taking the plate out of
Scully’s hand. The dog sits still but strains his head in hope of being petted.
“He misses you.”
“I miss him, too.” Scully sighs stroking the dog’s
bad I’m not a dog.” Mulder grumbles and takes the cake into the kitchen. Scully
and Daggoo follow him. “I hope you’re not trying to poison me,
Scully.” The cutlery drawer rattles as Mulder takes out two forks and
hands one to Scully.
it, Mulder.” With all the things they’ve got wrong lately, she did this one
thing right. Her hand trembles as she watches him lift his fork. 22 years ago
she wasn’t ready. Eleven years ago she didn’t pay attention. Now, today, things
are different, changing. This time it’s perfect.
is really good, Scully."
have to try it too.” Mulder tells her. He doesn’t know that she already
did. There are so many things he doesn’t know these days. So many things they
don’t talk about. That’s going to change today, too. Before she can use her own
fork, Mulder offers her his. “Try it.” He repeats; his voice as deep
and dark as the chocolate.
good.” She says swallowing hard. “I know something that tastes
better, though.” She gets on tiptoes, captures his mouth. He tastes just
like Mulder, but he’s the sweetest taste she’s ever known.
Plot: After escaping a toxic relationship, your mother is unhappy
with you being single and constantly pesters you to find a partner. You hire a
fake boyfriend to please her.
Pairing: Jin | Reader (Angst, Fluff)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Warnings: No warnings for this specific chapter, but for future chapters, there might be some minor sexual stuff so I will add warnings! It won’t get that wild
Word Count: 10105
Chapter Two Coming Soon
Author’s Note: This is a very long chapter and I might regret writing so much, but tell me what you think! This fanfic is going to be long! I really love it when you guys comment and tell me your thoughts! It makes me want to write more to be honest ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎ I was listening to Avenue on repeat while writing this chapter ต( ິᵒ̴̶̷̤ ﻌ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ )ິ ♬
- when a hateful hashtag for hobi demanding him to be kicked out started, he made a post of himself spelling “j-hope!” and wrote “i’m posting a hope tweet for the hope-hyung tht i love”
- understands armys on a different lvl (a prime example is when he exposes jk’s triceps when he was doing push-ups)
- invented the Pushing Your Hair Back action
- his need to go to the washroom backstage
- tfw he uses his entire upper half to feel the beat of ‘house of cards’ ya feel
- how he helped yoongi both times for his bday project
- has this habit of jumping up and down when he’s rly excited abt a certain idea (that hide&seek bomb when he tried rly hard to get tae to agree staying in one spot)
- so kind he doesn’t release any covers knowing his stans will not be ready for such torture
- “J-I-M-I-N WOW”
- how he’s the first to pop up when you search up ‘rly soft rice cake ’ in korean
- underrated drawing skills
- tfw he giggles uncontrollably
- his legs suddenly becoming weak when he gets rly rly embarrassed
- his sriracha looking hair in dope era
- covering his mouth when he laughs
- blanking out during radio shows
- sticks out his tongue when he messes up
- seemingly forced to do things but secretly enjoys it and would prob do it again in a heartbeat
- a hobby of his: betraying tae
- “jeon jeonnNnguUukkieeEeeEee~~”
- jokes around w tae saying he ended the live broadcast
- how his favourite music is rapmom’s voice
- shamelessly sticking his ass up and shaking it
- buying hobi rly expensive footwear for his bday
- always stays behind monitoring tae’s individual shots and his proud face when he compliments him
- basically monitoring every member
- holds grudges
- helps film eatjin
- when he suddenly turns around and puts his face in between his legs and……shakes lmao
- rly random english phrases here and there like “ayo whaddup”
- a soft-hearted guardian for the maknae line
- enjoys listening to rapmom’s voice
- private interviews with jeongguk bc why not
- supports #JinOnTheStreet
- holds his own dancing style
-yknow tht thing he does when he tilts his head back and you see his jawline and his fluff hair and everything is good
- he just has so much kindness, fondness, and loveliness within him
- simply put he is the embodiment of an angel walking on earth
Very much the type to kiss a lot, even in front of their friends. Not to a disrespectful level, but, say, if one of them is leaving while the other is staying, expect to see a quick peck on the lips between the two of them. Mostly gentle and sweet kisses–comparable to the softness of angel food cake. Think of kisses under the mistletoe. Good-night kisses and sweet see-you-later kisses.
Kisses between them would seldom be seen by their friends. They have no problem showing off their love to the world, but they feel no need in having to be physical about it. Private kisses in the comfort of their own home, ranging anywhere from short and sweet to deep and passionate. Think of perfect kisses for the current mood. Never awkward.
Think…messy or sloppy kisses. These two are so gross, they probably don’t even think about other people around them when they feel like kissing in public. Their friends would hate being around them when they get into one of their moods. Innocent kisses? What are those? Sure, they may happen on the rare occasion, but Hoseok can’t really control himself when it comes to Jimin’s irresistible lips.
When it come to Jimin, Namjoon is a bit more gentle than people would expect. Kisses between these two would almost always be comforting and reassuring. Sweet kisses that make Jimin’s heart flutter. That’s not to say that Namjoon doesn’t have his moments where he just wants to devour Jimin. Who doesn’t get those moments?
This the perfect kiss. Anytime. Every time. All the time. These two have such telepathy, and the best understanding of each other. As for the types of kisses, well, they would depend on Jimin’s behavior. Imagine soft and sweet kisses when Jimin is in one of his nice moods. Now think of more possessive kisses when Jimin gets just a little too flirty with other people, and Taehyung kisses him like he wants to remind Jimin who he really belongs with. Think forehead kisses. Kisses on the hand, and even cheek kisses.
Jungkook is such a fluff ball that he probably showers Jimin with the sweetest kisses any time he wants them. Still, Jungkook can be quite possessive over Jimin, so every kiss, no matter how gentle or rough, seems to be a reminder for Jimin of just who it is that he belongs to. Butterfly kisses are definitely a thing with these two.
What dreams are made of😌✨💫 fluffy, soft and spicy Carrot Cake Slice drizzled in zesty orange glaze👅 and also happens to be 100% good for you and the planet (oil, gluten, refined-sugar + cruelty free)…Yep, this is what happens on my days off👌🏼👌🏼
You can find the recipe in my Ebook!💛
[OC] Hate me all you want, but I no longer need pizza after this Tonkotsu ramen. Pork stock, pork loin, fish cakes, soft boiled soy egg, bamboo shoots and scallions. (a little sad about it (not really)) [3024x3024]