you put caramel

mafu and amatsuki making huge ass pudding video wtf. things to take note:

  • mafu casually throwing the “cup thing” away
  • mafu keep using the huge ass wooden spoon to hit his plushie toy.
  • “100 friends” joke
  • mafu counting the milk cartons one by one from 1 to 10 while amatsuki’s head bobbing to each count.
  • they don’t have a huge enough plate so they put the pudding on top of a coffee table, wrapped with shit ton of plastic wrap
  • { when we tip the pot, do we go “3-2-1-go″ or “1-2-3-go″ or “ready-go”} << two men struggle on how to put the pudding on the table.
  • idk why but the floating icons covering their mouth is so funny to me. 
  • amatsuki asking if the staff wants some << actual angel
  • “thank god i didn’t eat anything for the whole day“ << lmao @ sakata
  • 3 grown ass man sitting on the floor eating huge ass pudding together, feeding each other pudding.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • who the fck eats pudding with shoyu
  • the three of them looked so tired. lmao.
  • mafu keep playing his phone while amatsuki and sakata kept on eating the huge ass pudding.
  • mafu and sakata playing.
  • *after finishing the pudding* amatsuki “ we can go home now!!!” mafu: “wait.. *stares* we have to clean”
smile with me (you make me begin)

Originally posted by berry852

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader
Genre: Smut, Comedy, Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 30,587
Warnings: cursing/cussing, sexual content, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, past bullying, past abusive relationship, mentions of drug usage, mentions of depression, anxiety attacks, self-harm

First, there were hot tongues and meaningless moans, anger and grudges hidden behind sex. Then, there were laughter and inside jokes, fleeting kisses and warm gazes trapped in time.
Jungkook has never known love before, but if he has to define it, he’s sure that love is everything he feels for her.

for the sake of the story, BTS’s ages are ambiguous. however, 95 line are still the same age, and jungkook/reader are the same age as well. jimin and taehyung will be in their third year of college, while jungkook and the reader in their first. hoseok and namjoon are also in their last year.
the reader/female character will always just be referred to as she/her/the girl. any other female character (the reader’s roommate) will be referred to using their name (or in this case, “her roommate”).
P.P.S. if you’ve ever read the overwhelming light surrounding us, see if you can catch my little reference ;)
P.P.P.S. thanks @sydist for reading the whole thing and sorting out the plot with me, @thules for making sure the smut’s okay, and @trbld-writer for encouraging me to write this!

The winter air is colder today; Jungkook shoves his fingers into the pocket of his jeans. He quickly strides forward, breathing ragged as white mist dances before his lips; his camera slams against his chest as he breaks into a run.

He has always enjoyed winter. There’s something about the serenity of the season—a time littered with sprinkles of hope, joy, and laughter—that somehow always manages to warm his heart. His fondest memories are born during this time of year, images of a chocolate fondue, his smiling older brother, and giant Christmas presents tucked neatly into the corner of his mind.

His camera bounces as he halts abruptly, and he pushes through the doors of the coffee shop.

“Jungkookie! You’re back!”

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Originally posted by motorcyclegirlfriends

Kara had had an awful day at the office. Her boss, Cat Grant, had been bothering her throughout the entire day. “Go get me a coffee” “read over this” “copy this” “do this, do that” Kara was so tired! 

 Sighing, she unlocked the door to her apartment, practically dragging herself inside. “Babe, I’m home” Kara called. Soon after she heard a squeal and a pair of running feet coming towards her. “Kara!” Y/n shouted in excitement. Kara couldn’t help the huge smile taking place on her face when she saw how happy her girlfriend was. 

 Hugging Kara tight you noticed that she wasn’t her usual bubbly self. Pulling back you gently stroked her cheek, “what’s wrong princess?” You asked. The brunette smiled at the nickname. “I’m just tired” she looked down, “so tired” she closed her eyes, resting her head against y/n’s shoulder. Y/n smiled apologetically, “come on babe, let me help you”. 

 Getting a nod as an answer, y/n wrapped her arm around karas upper back and carefully bent down to take a hold of the underside of her knees. In one swift motion she had Kara in her arms, bridal style. Squealing, Kara gripped the neckline of your sweater, “what are you doing!” You giggled and looked down at the beauty in your arms. “You said you were tired” carefully you sat down on the edge of the bed, “and as your girlfriend, it’s my duty” you put a pice of caramel colored hair behind her ear. “And pleasure” you winked, making her blush, “to help you out. Soooo” you grunted as you stood up once more and carefully placed her on the bed. 

 Kara smiled up at you, shaking her head slightly at your goofy grin. “Sooo?” She arched a brow, biting her bottom lip. You smirk, “so, I’m going to give you the best massage that you have ever had.”

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          “Don’t tell her anything about me.”

          “Why? don’t you want her to remember you?”

          “I want, but telling her the truth will make her freak out. I don’t want it, I don’t want her to pity me because she can’t remember me. If she can’t remember me then I’ll make her fall in love with me, again. I’ll take the risk.”

          “Sunghwa, you’re weird.”

          “I believe me and her are inseparable, hyung. She’ll love me, with or without her memory.”

          “But hyung—”

          “Just do what I say, you know it’s hard for me but I can’t bear losing her if she found out the truth.”

          That’s what he asked to the boys before he went home to prepare your need after the accident, he didn’t want to tell you that he’s your boyfriend when the fact you completely forgot about him and felt uncomfortable around him. Well, it’s suck but he didn’t have another idea instead of start everything with you from zero, from the point when both of you were completely stranger and trying to get to know each other.

          “Just call her if you’re worried.” Simon’s voice and presence inside his studio gave Gray little surprise. He looked at Simon who leaning on the door frame with smirk on his face.

          “When did you arrive, hyung?” Gray asked another question, wishing his hyung to get along with his sudden changed subject.

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anonymous asked:

i know this isnt courferre but that last ask reminded me what if e/R soulmates and R is a barista and his tattoo says "i have $18.32 how many espresso shots can you put in a tall caramel macchiato" and enj has "we have a couch in the back room please take a nap????"

Dude I love ExR as well oh man this is beautiful!!

But yes this is like one of the most ExR things I’ve ever read

And Enjolras just stares at him for a few seconds and he’s all “okay, I know you’re my soulmate, but we’ll deal with that after I take a power nap. I’ll still need that coffee, though.”

And Grantaire is just “…alright. Sweet dreams.”

“Our next shipment is going to be tricky, boys,” Taehyung says. He makes eye contact with every man crowded around the table. “You know how Hoseok gets, right?”

There’s a murmur of affirmation. Everyone know’s about Jung Hoseok’s legendary tempers.

“So we have to take extra precautions, and–”

“Boss!” Taehyung stops and looks up at one of the guards who is supposed to be stationed outside. The man– he’s a boy, really– pants, eyes wide with fear. “The c-cops. They’re right around the corner, I don’t know how they got here but–”

It takes Taehyung less than a second to process the words, but it feels like a year. It takes two more for the others, and he doesn’t even have time to issue out an order before the doors of the warehouse are crashing open, and his men are scrambling.

His instincts have him sprinting for the back, and up the metal staircase as bullets rain around him. He pops open the second story window and dives right out, landing safely on the fire escape.

From there, he hops down into the alley, and sprints like his life depends on it.

Taehyung loves the chase. The thrill of not knowing what’s around every corner, the rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins, and his heartbeat hammering in his ears. There are sirens wailing, officers running behind him, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before–

“Oof–” Taehyung is shoved to the ground, knees scraping against the concrete, and thrashes around as his arms are twisted behind his back, and only stops when he feels the cool metal of the handcuffs around his wrists.

The chase is always over too soon.

He’s pulled up by the scruff of his neck by a man maybe half his size. Taehyung recognizes him immediately. “Bit more careful on the landing next time, yeah hyung?” Taehyung groans as the officer shakes him and smirks.

“You need some roughing up, kid. Being on the inside made you weak.”

Taehyung groans. “Hyung.

Yoongi ignores him, pulling him out of the alley and shoving him up behind one of the armored trucks, away from prying eyes as best he can.

“Kim Taehyung.”

Taehyung’s gaze lands on a tall, broad-shouldered man who walks up, clad in a bulletproof vest and a badge that reads Chief of Police.

“We’ve been looking for you for a while.”

Out of the corner of Taehyung’s eye, he sees other men being dragged out of the warehouse in cuffs just like his, shoved into police cars to be taken to the station. He paints a smile on his face, tilting his head back.

“Can’t believe it took you so long to find me, Chief.”

Taehyung hadn’t made it easy. He couldn’t, not if he wanted to keep everyone from getting suspicious. He’d been plotting, planning– executing– for the last two years. Everything he’d been working for had led up to this singular moment.

Seokjin strides up to him, leans in close, and slams his hand against the side of the truck, cornering Taehyung in.

He watches as Seokjin’s eyes narrow, but there’s no mistaking the quiet amusement in his face. Taehyung knows Seokjin’s only allowing him this because they’re hidden from view. Should they still be on the sidewalk, where the others could see, they’d probably have to give more of a show. Taehyung would struggle a bit more, yell and curse. Yoongi would have to toss him around, maybe slam him against the hood of his patrol car.

Seokjin shifts his attention to Yoongi. “You can get him back to the station in one piece, right?”

“‘Course, sir,” Yoongi barks out a laugh, and Taehyung fights the urge to giggle. Even after all this time, everything is still the same.

Seokjin rolls his eyes and steps away from Taehyung. “And don’t let him ride in the front, Yoongi.”

Yoongi widens his eyes, putting a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Why ever would I let a convicted felon ride shotgun?”

“You would if you could,” Seokjin says, digging out his walkie talkie and barking out orders into it. Taehyung turns to Yoongi.

“I still get dibs on the radio, right?”

Yoongi winks. “Sure, kiddo,” he says, pulling Taehyung back away from the truck and into view. He grips Taehyung by the neck and his wrists, and Taehyung makes a scene, struggling against Yoongi’s hold, yelling out curses.

“You’ll never take me alive!” he hollers as he gets shoved into the back of Yoongi’s car.

“Really Taehyung?” Yoongi curls his mouth down into a frown of distaste as he climbs into the front and starts the ignition. “Two years undercover and you’re still a shit actor. How did you even manage to make it past the first day?”

Taehyung scoots up in his seat, looking at Yoongi through the bars separating the back from the front. “I learned from the best!”

Yoongi grunts in affirmation. “Hell yeah you did. The best in the game.”

“Of course,” Taehyung chirps. “Now can you put on Orange Caramel?”

Chocolate chip cookie. pt.1

Originally posted by jinkooks

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2,1k

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

A/N: So i’ve been thinking about this for a while and well, here it is, another café au!

Summary: Dark ruffled hair and eyes to drown in. Always the Caramel Macchiato.

Chapter: 1/2/3

The smell of coffee hit you as soon as you tumbled into the café.

”Sorry i’m late, the traffic was a mess.” You said while catching your breath.

”Aish, it’s fine, there haven’t been that many here yet, apparently people are busy with some fansign nearby”

Lydia was one of the ones you worked with, she was busy preparing some coffee for a customer, the manager was nowhere in sight.

”Where’s Mr. Nim?” You asked quietly.

”He’s out doing some business, just in the neighbourhood I guess.” Lydia was calmer than usual, she was often stressed because of the amount of guests, but it was nice to hear how her voice wasn’t rushed.

The day went by rather quiet, not many guests came in today and you thought about what Lydia said before about a fansign nearby.

”Lydia, which group had the fansign?”

”Oh it was that group, what are they called, they’re everywhere….BTS, that’s it.”

BTS, the name sounded very familiar and you knew you’d heard about them before.

”They had that song, I Need U, do you remember?”

”Ah yes, that song is rather good, no wonder they have so many fans.” You scoffed and started to prepare another coffee.

Lydia was just about to leave when a young man entered the café, he had rather dark brown hair, pretty ruffled up, he looked tired. Lydia nodded towards the young man and you looked over your shoulder. He had a plain white shirt, ripped jeans and some combat boots, he was very pleasing to look at and you turned your head around to stare at Lydia.

”I think he wants to order something, i’m off now, see you tomorrow!” Lydia said and quickly turned around out the door.

You took a deep sigh, she always did this.

”Hi can I take your order?” You smiled the usual smile and looked him in the eyes, they were a dark brown, you could most likely drown in them if you stared too long you thought.

”Ah, I would like a Caramel Macchiato, thanks!” He smiled back at you and put his hand at the back of his neck, he was lightly blushing.

”Coming right up, what’s your name?” You always wrote the names on the cups so you could keep track, even though it wasn’t that many people here.


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