#raspberry filled donut

[bundys-boys]

[ministryofdesserts]

Donuts with raspberry filling 🩷🤍

[sheherlockholmes]

why are donuts bad now. am i insane or has anyone else not had a good donut in years

[chantalstacys]

tea time 🍵🍃🌸

[dessert-fanatic]

Raspberry and cherry filled donuts 🍩

[yourlocalmintgelato]

Yum!! 💕

Heart-Shaped Polish Pączki with Raspberry Filling (recipe in Polish)

[theduchessofnaxos]

Offered to bring sufganiyot to my historiography class's project presentation day.

I am certain I will regret it when it's midnight and I'm frying donuts instead of sleeping.

But Hanukkah starts *during* the class and I am not about to start my favorite holiday with nothing but a presentation. So, donuts.

[rdm00n]

I have turned the brothers into desserts teehee:3, in the menu we have:

Lucifer - Plum pudding

Mammon - Mamon cake

Levi - Chocolate orange cupcake

Satan - mint chocolate trifle

Asmo - Polish strawberry cheesecake

Beel - raspberry parfait

Belphie - cream filled donuts (ube flavored)

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[shojizbae]

Too Sweet

Spencer Reid x reader

It was no secret to the team that you had a sweet tooth. Anytime you walked past an ice cream shop, your eyes lit up with unbridled joy. After a hard case, you always came into the bullpen with a box of sweets. Donuts if you solved a case under five days, Hush Puppies if there was a fallen family, or maybe some Snickerdoodles if there was arson. They were always the same pink bakery boxes with a cellophane window.

Today was no different.

"Good morning!" you signed songed as you skipped into the bullpen and too the right to the kitchen.

"What treats have you cooked up today mama?" Derek rubs his hands as he closes in on the kitchenette

"Oooh, sweets!" Emily smiles and skips over to the counter

"They're macarons."

"Ugh, those nasty almond cookies." JJ giggles as she snoops around the box

"No those are macaroons." I correct and hold a raspberry-pink macron at her. She bites it playfully out of my hand and laughs with me. She wipes the extra creme out of the corner of her lip and thanks me.

"Woah those are delicious." she goes back to her office.

"What diabetes are you giving us today." Hotch tosses a file on the counter as he walks by.

"Pistachio, raspberry, or lemon?" I smack Emily's greedy hand away as he goes back for a fourth and fifth.

"Pistachio." He leans back to look in the box "Those look professional."

"That's what happens when you have an existential crisis and take a baking course while completing your doctorate and feel like no man would ever want to marry a woman with more degrees than 'wifely skills'." You rattle mindlessly

"Well, that was our daily depressing moment of (Y/n)!" Derek chides like a sports announcer.

"Where's Reid?"

"An that's our daily 'first Spencer question' being the tally!" Emily holds a ghost microphone up.

"C'mon,"I put my hands on the counter and leans my hips forward, "I'm not as obsessed as you think I am."

"Oh, just only a little." Emily placates. The two return to their desks to grind through the many stacks of folders. I picked up the box and reorganized the disheveled cookies. I sauntered over to his hunched back. Dr. Reid, my work husband, was mangled over his desk scratching down details of a past case on a legal pad. I sit on the right side of his corner-shaped desk.

"Good Morning Spencer," I chide. He jumps slightly with the high timbre of my voice.

"Uh good morning Agent (L/n)," He clears his throat a few times.

"I made macrons," I held up the box "Would you like one? I made some with lemon, pistachio, and raspberry. Take your pick." I brandish the box once again.

"That's alright I haven't had any real breakfast yet."

"op how about some fake breakfast?" I pick up a light yellow circle and shake it twice in my hand.

"No that's really ok," but before he can protest I force half the cookie past his lips and all that he can mutter out is a disgruntled, mouth-filled groan.

"Did that taste real to you?" He sassily holds up a finger as he chews and swallows.

"That was rude." He states but takes the second half of the treat from my hand and finishes it off. A bit of the filling slings to his lips and I slide my thumb over it

"You've got a little something-" My speech is caught when his brown eyes meet mine. He looks nice below me. His eyelashes are thick but his eye bags drown out his cool amber eyes.

"Sorry," I clear my throat and lean back on the desk. "Would you like some more?"

"Yeah, can I have the pistachio one?" He rolls around on his chair. He takes a bite of the cream-filled delectable. "Woah you have a real knack for this. It's like all the ingredients want to be together. It just takes you to make things right." He gives me that dorky smile and I lose all sense of restraint. I dive in and hold his chin while I kiss him. I pull back with the fear that I stepped out of bounds.

"Come here." He tentatively holds my jaw and his kiss is much nicer than mine. He releases me and I scan between each of his eyes. "You had a little something."

[shortnsweetiie]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 treat [ I ]

𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩!𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦!𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

tw: homophobic society (not in this chapter but future chapters!), mentions of bloodshed + war

this is a reupload !!

bones of men left to die crunch beneath abby's leather boot, a sound she'd grown to love, almost like the sweet hum of a violin or piano. it was borderline sadistic, the odd satisfaction she got from it, but it was evidence of a job well done, a reminder that she could've been the fateful 'man' to end up in such a state, consumed by dirt and left to rot among pretty pink peonies. the fields were often used as a place of mourning, people would plant seeds near bones and hope to sprout beautiful trees or plants- disappointed to find the same spot dead as ever when they returned to track its' progress. she'd vowed herself to make it past training, make it past the violence and death that surrounded, she would save you from that kingdom, even if it was the last thing she'd ever do.

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sugary bubbles fizz in clear glasses of peach wine, red raspberries bathing and floating along the surface of the alcohol- perfuming the air with the sweet, almost youthful scent of sickeningly honeyed fragrance. it was enough to make an old man's teeth rot at one sip. you sat on the velvet couch by the bow window, eating the cake that sat on the stool beside you- served on a silver platter. buttercream on your fingertips. the scene could be considered erotic to some, the plump of the red cherry and each miniscule concave on the strawberries surface filled by a yellowish seed resembled teeth tearing into meat, perhaps even a vampire's fang impaling the skin of an innocent's neck, cherry coloured blood seeping down the wound like the bursting juice of a succulent fruit you wipe your mouth with a gloved hand, the satin material picks up the crumbs of red velvet cake, cream cheese smears your nose and likely clogs your pores but you couldn't bring it in yourself to care. a letter on the windowsill sits there too, and a singular strand of lavender woven between the browning paper- the edges frayed from old age, opened but forgotten and left to the side, much like a heart. a metaphor live in the flesh. a woman walks through the room, her shadow is tall and dark along the walls that run high, leaving the pretty woman nothing but a dreary shadow with claws for hands and an ugly stretched figure, she was combing gel through her frufru hair and trying to perfect the classy curl atop her forehead, poking and prodding. "i just cannot seem to get it right today. my hair wants to make a fuss the day the knights return from their trip to the midlands. heavens know how many possible suitors lurk among that handsome crowd!" she practically sings, her dress was a powdery blue, with frilled organza tulle along the bodice, hips and the general figure of the dress accentuated by a wide crinoline. her blonde hair looks sticky to the touch, glossy with flaxseed, she could pass as a glazed donut to any man hungry enough. good enough to bite through, sugary sweet to the point eating it could be a risk. she'd searched through the large wardrobes in the room, shoving pastel heels your way, demanding answers until she settled on blue buckled flats. "it surely cannot be that important, charlotte. you will find quickly that most of these 'suitors' are traumatised men, who would want to be with to someone like that forever?" you mutter, helping charlotte lace her corset, the scent of pastries still lingered in the air, you'd turned your head to find that the maidens had refilled the platters, trays of palmier sprinkled in powdered sugar, meringue and many others left identified, buried underneath the mountain of saccharine treats. "it is a dire situation! if i do not find a prince, marry and continue my family's lineage, what else would my purpose be? don't be nonsensical." charlotte giggles, it fades out into white noise when she notices you not laughing- popping a meringue into her mouth, glancing at you sideways. "what kind of person doesn't like meringues? everybody loves them- apart from you." she quips, nudging you with her elbow, her curl had unravelled by then, the sticky string of hair simply choosing to stick up like a crude finger. "it is not what my heart desires, nor my stomach. meringues are not for me." brushing off conversations was easy with charlotte, she forgot things easily- played the part of a 'dumb blonde' to a tee. admiring the lacing of her corset, she envelopes you in a bone-crushing hug, one that could easily make eyes pop out like squeaky toys and send your stomach shooting up from your throat, it was almost fascinating how acts of love and kindness could be mistaken for something downright macabre- or perhaps it was only you that thought this way.

by the time charlotte had left, the raspberries had pruned like skin left in a bathtub too long, wrinkled over every crevice and practically waiting to burst open, filled with the candied peach wine. it melted like honey on the tip of your tongue, it had bled red in the contents of the drink, leaving the glass rim stained with a rubicund colour, much like a flushed face, if it had grapes within it you were sure you'd be able to see a beady pair of eyes staring back at you from the drink.

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the women of the palace looked much like little cakes, arranged by the king to look like an assortment of the sweetest little macarons, his own personal composition, whilst the knights looked like bleak wet rags, somber was the furrow in their brows and guarded was their body language. the person with blonde hair had caught your attention instantly, a sharp jawline and arch of the nose, piercing blue eyes, unlike the other guard, they had a human-like emotion on their face, relief. relief having made it through those sleepless nights on rocky pebbles or sticks that poked and scratched like little fingers through the dirt, relief having been released from the warzone that they'd made of the midlands, which was now reduced to an eerily silent graveyard- too much bloodshed to look back on. you caught eyes with the person from across the room, biting into a red grape, a vermilion liquid spurting out from it, staining the white lace tablecloth. it looked too much like a mini bloodstain for people to be comfortable with, especially to the knights, far too familiar with the sight of spilled ichor.

[henneseyhoe]

🍰HENNY’s HEADCANON BAKERY!🍰

DRINKS- Thirsty? Grab a drink!

Coffee • Smut

Fruit juice • Angst

Tea • Fluff

MAINS- Perfect for a sweet tooth!

Strawberry Cheesecake • Hair pulling

Red velvet cake • Romantic style

Lemon meringue pie • Jealousy

Vanilla muffin • Soft sex

Double chocolate chip cookie • Threesome

Sour raspberry croissant • Biting

Apple pie slice • BD/SM

Blueberry muffin • Dom!reader

Banana nut muffin • Dom!Character

Peach cobbler • Spanking

Pineapple turnover • Spit

Jelly filled donut • Creampie

Cinnamon roll • Public sex

Chocolate pudding • Food play

Cake pop • Degradation

Hawaiian Bread • Praise

Smores • Virginity

Dip n’ dots • Corruption

Sorbet • Bondage

Carrot cake • Toys

Mini Bar • A sweet that isn’t here (Your pick!)

TREATS- Our sweetest menu!

Cherry lollipop • Enemies to lovers

Watermelon lollipop • Friends to lovers

Vanilla wafer • Forced marriage

Chocolate wafer • Forbidden love

Strawberry sweetheart • Neighbors to lovers

Apple and caramel • Obsessed!character

Chocolate kisses • Secret admirer

Salted caramel • Stuck together

Peanut brittle • Bestfriends brother/sister

Tea cake • Amnesia

Coffee cake • Fake relationship

Macarons • Fling

Strawberry blondie • Ex/Situationship

Brownie • Sunny vs grumpy

Macadamia nut cookie • Marriage pact

Vanilla beignet • Blind to love

Oreo crumb cake • Secret baby

Cream puff • Unexpected pregnancy

Churro poppers • Mafia x civilian

Cookie brownie • A sweet that isn’t here (your trope!)

Ask example(s):

“Can I have Coffee and Tea with Smores, a Blueberry muffin, a Strawberry sweetheart and a Vanilla muffin served by (Insert person name here)?”

“Would (Insert person name) like Sorbet and and Cinnamon rolls?”

💌 Disclaimer! This concept is not my idea! I just made the menu. Creds to creators of the dividers! Any further questions can be asked in dms or the same inbox. <3

[ministryofdesserts]

Donuts with raspberry filling 🍩❤️

[airas-story]

"I love you!"

"Prove it!"

“Don’t you dare,” Stephen warned, glaring at Tony. “That’s my donut. You already stole the custard donut.”

“I did not,” Tony protested. “I bought the donuts. They’re mine; theft is impossible.” He pointed. “That’s raspberry filled. I want it.”

Stephen calculated his attack. “What happened to ‘my things are your things’?” Stephen asked. “What happened to ‘I’d give you anything you need’?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Well I need that donut.”

Tony gaped. “Seriously, you’re pulling that one?”

Stephen shrugged. “If I have to. I’ve been dimension jumping all morning. I need energy.”

“Ugh.” Tony threw his hands in the air. “Fine, have the donut. You’re literally the worst.” Tony grabbed a glazed donut, leaving with a huff.

Stephen grabbed his donut, satisfied. “I love you,” Stephen called. 

“Prove it!” Tony called back. “Leave my lemon-filled!”

Easy. Stephen didn’t like lemon.

At the table, Wong snorted. “You’re really the worst,” he said. He snatched the lemon-filled donut. “These donuts are worth it, though.”

Stephen eyed the empty box. “Seriously?” he asked Wong.

Wong smirked.

He sighed. Fine. He’d buy more donuts. Tony’d hold it over him forever if he got back and the lemon-filled donut was gone.

[shepherds-of-haven]

Ok Lena, we've asked what bagel order the shepherds would have, but what's their preferred donut??

I'm honestly SHOCKED this hasn't been answered before! 😱🍩

Blade: plain cake donut (with a black coffee) - otherwise known as an old fashioned

Trouble: Boston creme or glazed donut, but he's also partial to cinnamon crumb or apple cider donut or something more out there, like Cap'n Crunch or Fruity Pebbles!

Tallys: maple long john/maple bar or dark chocolate frosted donut

Shery: strawberry donut with sprinkles, but I also get the feeling she'd be into more Asian-style donuts, maybe mochinuts or a matcha-vanilla donut, something like that?

Riel: chocolate eclair

Chase: espresso glazed or caramel

Red: glazed or glazed raspberry filled donut, or butterscotch. Or Boston creme lol as well lol!

Ayla: cinnamon twist or glazed lemon blueberry

Briony: chocolate donut with sprinkles or Nutella donut

Lavinet: red velvet donut or vanilla frosted donut with sprinkles

Halek: beignet with powdered sugar or Bavarian cream donut

[motharaya]

AU Narrow Gauge food time!

The refreshment lady that Peter Sam helped (Called "Ms. Dowley") is retired. She is a volunteer worker who works for the Skarloey railway. When she gets taken around (usually in her café car, but occasionally in the cab) she will have her café car dropped off in a siding at the picnic site. She then sells themed food and drinks about the engine who drove them there!

Duncan: Duncan's Donuts (They're lemon custard filled) Skarloey: Strawberry cheesecake Rheneas: Raspberry cheesecake Peter Sam: Red Leicester and Spring Onion toastie (The drink included is Orange water (Both is by his request)) Falcon: While he should have a blueberry cream cheese puff pastry, he's notoriously hated so now he has a can of plain water Bertram: While he is a rarer engine for trips, Warriors Waffles with Watermelon Mighty Mac: Mango Macaroons sealed together in pairs with icing

While she did have other idea, they don't run passenger services. The other ideas were

Rusty (Mainly used for maintenance now): Orange trifle Freddie(Used in workmen moving): Tiramisu Duke (In a museum. This food is now served in the museum café): Tuna mayonnaise and cucumber sandwiches, Fruit scones, and Cream (Gran)Puffs

Lady and Proteus also have their own foods based off of them! They are only made for the festivals for those engines (Proteus is Winter Solstice and Lady is Summer Solstice. The festivals are mainly used to show off the history and folklore of the mountains though)

Proteus: Hot chocolate with Gold sprinkles in, Spiced Rum, Fruitcake with those gold balls on it Lady: Blackberry juice, bread and butter pudding

[redrose10]

Yoongi x Female Reader. Soulmate AU

Summary: There’s no one on this planet you hate more than your coworker/secret crush Min Yoongi. He’s an arrogant, rude, womanizer who gets under your skin every single shift and you can’t wait for your day to be over so you can get away from him. Unfortunately when Jimin, your caseworker from The Ministry of Adoration, shows up offering you both a raspberry jam filled cookie, things take a surprising turn for the worst and you can no longer get away.

Warnings: Swearing, hints of smut (nothing graphic or really detailed), a little angst, Yoongi gets around, small hint to homophobia, mentions a guy not taking no for an answer. Might get updated later

Tag list: @kam9404 @yoongisducky @farfromsugafanfic @welcometomyworld13 @viankiss @ktownshizzle @bear8585

(I think I got everyone. If I missed someone I’m sorry and please let me know.)

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Chapter 3- Tea and Tteok-bokki

Word Count: 3,702

When you woke up the next morning you felt a little guilty for being so harsh towards Yoongi the night before. Maybe you did overreact a little because why did you care that you weren’t his ideal type? Even though you had a massive crush on him and you technically were soulmates you still had a deep seated hatred for him or so you thought.

You also woke up and regretted asking Han out and thought about canceling, but then realized maybe it would be good for you to actually go out, meet other people. Especially since Yoongi clearly wasn’t interested.

A knock at your door caught your attention and got you up out of your still semi induced sleep state.

Waking Yoongi was harder than you expected, but you finally got him up and followed behind him as he opened the door.

A smiling Jimin greeted you both. “Here have some breakfast. I got you some bagel sandwiches and two green teas. I thought you might be sick of coffee.”, he said handing over the packages.

He let himself in and took a seat before clapping his hands together, “So I think we need to have a little meeting because you two are one week down and have made zero progress from what I can see. If anything you went backwards.”

“We know.”, you both nodded.

“So then why am I hearing about hook ups with blondes in lingerie, and club girls, and why is Y/N going on a date with some other guy?”

“Wait how do you know all of that?”, you asked.

“I know everything.” Jimin replied.

“Okay but ho-“

“E V E R Y T H I N G”

You had to admit seeing this side of Jimin was a little intimidating. He was normally bubbly and smilly, but he was completely serious at the moment making you realize just how alarming this whole situation was.

He popped a donut hole in his mouth before continuing, “So what is the plan? How do we get you two to actually start trying to make this work?”

“I don’t know, but we’ll make it happen.”, Yoongi nodded.

“Good because I don’t want to have to make another early morning visit over here to voice my frustrations. I am not a nice person before 8am.”

“Yeah I’ll say.”, Yoongi replied while you nodded feeling like a scolded child.

“Y/N can I have a few minutes alone with Yoongi please?”, Jimin asked. You looked around confused as to where he wanted you to go since you couldn’t walk that far away from them.

Spotting your solution you grabbed a pair of headphones off of the table showing them to Jimin for approval which he nodded for so you placed them on your head and began streaming some music to drown out their conversation.

Once he was sure you couldn’t hear anything he turned his attention to Yoongi, “So how did you manage to mess up last night? I thought you were supposed to bring another date to the wedding to make Y/N jealous? Why didn’t it work?”

Yoongi nervously scratched the back of his neck, “Well I ended up not asking the other girl and just taking Y/N as my date instead.”

“And why exactly did you do that? That wasn’t part of the plan.”

“I don’t know. I guess I just wanted her to be my date for the night. I didn’t want to take anyone else. I wasn’t sure she’d even get jealous if I did anyways.”

“Okay then… so how did things end so badly that she asked another guy out?”, Jimin asked frustration evident in his voice.

“Everything was going great and then she overheard my cousin talking about how she isn’t the type of girl I usually go for and then I don’t know what happened. She just stormed off and has barely spoken to me since.”

Jimin sat with his elbows on his knees looking between the two of you before bringing his fingers up to rub his temples, “How did I end up assigned to a case with the two biggest idiots ever?”

“Excuse me. Who the fuck do you thin-“. Yoongi began, but Jimin cut him off.

“Let me spell this out for you as simply as I can. Everything was going just great between you two yesterday. Then Y/N got upset with you when she overheard your cousin saying that SHE wasn’t YOUR ideal type.“

Yoongi nodded his head, “Yeah I don’t get it either.”

“Oh my god. You two are starting make me rethink my career choice.”, Jimin huffed.

Then he continued, “Y/N got upset when she heard she wasn’t your ideal type…meaning you wouldn’t be interested in her.”

Jimin watched closely expecting Yoongi to come to the same conclusion, but instead he just sat there in silence sipping on his tea.

“I am not paid nearly enough for this.”, Jimin sighed.

He sat forward a little to pull Yoongi attention in, “Yoongi, firstly I want to start by saying that you’re lucky you are so attractive because of it wasn’t for your looks I don’t know what you’d bring to the table. Secondly, Y/N likes you. You big doofus.”

Yoongi continued to stare at the floor until Jimin’s words finally clicked.

“She likes me?!”

“YES! Why else would she be soooo upset thinking that you would never like her back.”

“So then I should just kiss her!”, he exclaimed.

But Jimin shook his head, “Not exactly. You both need to come to terms with your feelings and the kiss needs to be mutual. You can’t just ambush her.”

“Why are there so many fucking rules?”, Yoongi groaned.

“Don’t know. I didn’t make ‘em, I just enforce ‘em.”, Jimin replied popping another donut in his mouth.

“So what do we do now?”

“Well you and Y/N have two weeks to figure it out. Let’s hope her date goes poorly and maybe you could try actually being pleasant to her. Maybe try and woo her.”

Yoongi chuckled, “I’ve never had to woo anyone before. I don’t woo.”

“Trust me, I noticed.”, Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Maybe try some flowers just because. Tell her to her face that she looks pretty instead of drooling over her when she’s not looking. Maybe compliment her in public. Take her on an actual date. Try to hold her hand. You know…relationship things.”

Yoongi pondered for a moment, “Okay I’ll try.”

“Good boy! That’s what I like to hear.”

Jimin caught your attention signaling for you to remove the headphones which you happily obliged.

He grabbed his things and began walking towards the door before spinning around, “Okay both of you promise me that you’re actually going to try and make this work.”

You nodded your head while you heard Yoongi scoff next to you earning him an elbow to the ribs before he finally nodded as well earning a smile smile Jimin.

The following days Yoongi was uncharacteristically nice to you. Like sickenly sweet, lovey dovey nice to the point you offered to take him to the hospital because you were worried he somehow had a head injury even though you knew he hadn’t even come close to hitting his head at any point.

On Monday you woke up to a giant bouquet of roses being delivered to your front door with a card from him. He even sprung for a little teddy bear to be included. You thought it was super sweet, but really weird. Especially when you thanked him and he turned the same color as the roses.

On Tuesday he took you to your favorite lunch spot. He encouraged you to order whatever and how much you wanted and paid for all of it without even a snarky remark. Afterwards he also stopped for ice cream and a walk through the park.

Wednesday was a terrible day weather wise so the two of you stayed in and watched tv. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him consistently move his hand ever so slightly closer to yours his fingers twitching before he’d end up pulling away. He did this close to twenty times before letting out a long sigh and resigning to crossing his arms on this chest as you finished up the next episode. You knew it was odd, but didn’t want to start an argument by asking.

Now it was Thursday and the two of you were working a double shift together.

It was super busy thanks to the hot weather and a buy one get one half off promotion going on.

You had just finished up with a customer when you heard Yoongi clear his throat next to you.

“Can I help you?”, you asked amused.

He remained silent staring out the window while fidgeting with the end of his apron, a nervous habit of his that you had noticed a long time ago.

“Umm well I uh I’m…”

“Are you having a stroke?”, you giggled

“Just forget it.”, he whispered before turning away from you.

“No I’m sorry.”, you said grabbing his arm.

“What did you want to tell me?”

He took a deep breath, “I just wanted to tell you that youlookreallyprettytoday.”

“I’m sorry Yoongi I couldn’t understand that.”

“Why is this so hard?”, he mumbled before turning to face you, “Y/N, I think you look really pretty today.”

Your eyes widened in shocked. The Min Yoongi giving you a compliment without being provoked? And in public like this?

“Oh yeah I’m sure I look great after sweating and being soaked in coffee and sugar for the last 8 hours.”, you chuckled.

You expected him to laugh or even make a sarcastic remark, but he just nodded, “Yeah I do think you look pretty like this.”

“Oh oh okay, well thank you.”, you whispered feeling your cheeks heat up both in embarrassment and confusion.

You went to try and give a compliment back when you heard someone say your name grabbing your attention.

“Oh hi Han”, you forced a smile.

“Hi Y/N, ready for our date tomorrow?”

“Oh of course! Can’t wait.”, you exclaimed a little too excitedly.

You heard Yoongi snort next to you causing you and Han to both look in his direction. Han visibly tensed up once he noticed how close Yoongi actually was which you had to admit made you smirk a little.

“What can I get for you?”, you asked trying to get Han out of the cafe.

“Umm what do you suggest? Like if Y/N was going to order a drink using her pretty little mouth what would she have?”

This time it was Yoongi’s turn to tense up before turning to Han, “She’d have a large cup of fucking order something or get the fuck out.”

Han stepped back in surprise. You were no stranger to seeing Yoongi or one of the other guys put Han in his place, but something about the way he snapped back at him this time really stirred up some feelings in you.

Wanting to just make the sale and move on with your day you continued, “I’d probably just get a black coffee and add some hazelnut creamer. I’m pretty easy like that.”

“Mmhhhmm I hope so.”, Han replied as you quickly finished up at the register wanting out of the situation. You had missed the way Yoongi gripped the counter until his knuckles turned white thanks to Hans little comment.

You handed him his drink and as he was leaving he turned to you, “So we’ll meet at 6pm? At that Italian place I told you about?” You nodded as he turned and happily walked out the door.

“Seriously you’re still gonna go out with that creep?”, Yoongi suddenly spoke making you jump a little.

“Yes. I like him. Is there a reason I shouldn’t?”, you asked secretly hoping he’d give you a good reason not to go.

“Yes because I love you and I want you to stay home with me forever.”, he said internally, but outwardly he just shrugged, “I don’t know. Do whatever you want. You’re an adult.”

You simply nodded while trying to ignore the way the atmosphere shifted between you two and how Yoongi suddenly became cold and callous towards you. He remained that way for the rest of the shift as well as at home.

The next day you woke up determined to enjoy your date. Maybe Han came off kind of creepy and forward, but you were hoping he was just an awkward idiot who was actually a sweet guy.

Yoongi sulked on the bed as he watched you go through your closet. He couldn’t believe he was going to have to sit there alone at a restaurant while the love of his life goes on a date next to him.

“Okay pink or purple?”, you asked holding up two different dress options.

“I don’t care. Whatever you want.”, he spat back.

You licked your lips in annoyance before deciding on the pink one.

Once at the restaurant and after a very awkward conversation of having to explain to the hostess that Yoongi had to have a seat as close to you as possible, but still at a different table you were sat across from Han. You felt overdressed once you realized he had shown up in jeans and a dirty tshirt. He didn’t even bother to shower or comb his hair. You were appalled at his lack of effort.

He was going on and on about some video game that you’d never even heard of and your mind drifted over to Yoongi.

You snuck a peak and saw him reading through the menu while he sipped on his drink. Even though he was sat alone he wore a crisp navy blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up that he paired with a dark wash jean. His hair was lightly styled and you knew he smelled amazing because you couldn’t stop thinking about it as his cologne filled the air of the car on the drive over.

“Will the Mrs. be joining you this evening?”, you heard the waitress ask him.

He smiled, “No dining solo tonight.”

“Oh that’s too bad. I bet she’ll be so devastated that she missed out on a date night with you.”

You rolled your eyes at the waitresses clear attempt to flirt while confirming whether or not Yoongi actually had someone.

You saw him smirk before he replied, “There actually isn’t anyone. But uh maybe that could change tonight.”

The waitresses cheeks turned pink as she scurried over to the next table. You felt a wave of jealousy and a maybe a little hurt wash over you. You were no stranger to watching Yoongi flirt, but for some reason that time it really struck a cord with you. You were also currently on a date with another man so you had no idea why that little interaction made you feel such a way and you felt a little guilty for feeling so because if you could go out with someone else then so could Yoongi.

You turned your attention back to Han for a while before you decided you need a break and pulled out your phone sending a text to Yoongi,

You: I need to go to the bathroom.

Demon Kitty: Okay? Here’s a cookie 🍪

You: 🙄

You: As much as I would love to, I can’t go without you. So please get up and I’ll follow right after.

Demon Kitty: But my dinner should be here any minute 🥺

You were about to reply when Yoongi stood up and slowly started walking towards the restrooms.

“I’ll be right back. I have to use the restroom.”, you let Han know before you stood up waiting for a group of women clearly from a bachelorette party to pass you before quickly catching up to Yoongi who had hid himself off to the side to wait for you.

Yoongi was as close up to the bathroom door as he could be while you quickly tried to do your business.

“Hurry up Y/N! I’m pretty sure this old woman is about to call the police on me.”, he hissed through the door.

“Sorry sorry, this dress is a pain.”, you said opening the door.

“Yeah well I did tell you to wear sweatpants remember?”

“I’m not wearing sweatpants on a dat-“

Yoongi suddenly stopped in front of you causing you to crash into his back, “What the hell Yoongi?”

Quickly he turned around, “Uhh let’s go home.”

You shook your head, “No I want to go back to my date.”

“Please Y/N, let’s just go.”

“What has gotten into you?”

“Diarrhea. I knew that calamari tasted weird.”

“Eww tmi. But let me at least go grab my sweater.”

“No need. I’ll buy you a new one.”, he said trying to pull you away.

You managed to slip out of his grip though and when you looked around the corner you saw Han sitting at the table making out with one of the women from the bachelorette party. Your mouth went dry as you watched the two of them going at it.

Yoongi cleared his throat and motioned for you follow him which you did. Once back in the comfort of his vehicle he looked you over.

“Are you okay? I know you liked him.”, he softly spoke.

He wasn’t expecting you to chuckled, but you couldn’t help it, “Honestly I didn’t even really like him. I just wanted to prove that I wasn’t some stuck up prude, but I guess I won’t even get that chance.”

Yoongi watched you as you fidgeted with your fingers while staring out of the window. He really hoped it wasn’t his worlds that made you feel like you needed to prove that. Even though deep down he knew they were.

He started up the car and began driving.

“Where are you going?”, you asked realizing he wasn’t going home.

“You’ll see.”

Not long after he parked at one of the local night markets that was packed with various street vendors selling goods.

“Neither of us ate dinner so I figured we could get some food before going home.”, he said.

You nodded, “Sounds nice.”

You both talked for what felt like hours as you walked around the market stopping at various stalls. You really got to know a lot about each other that neither of you ever bothered to do before.

You were getting full, but agreed that you couldn’t leave without getting an order of tteokbokki.

You had begun to stare off into the night sky when you heard Yoongi clear his throat. You looked over finding him holding out a single piece of tteokbokki, “A tteokbokki for your thoughts.”, he smiled.

You laughed before taking the toothpick and popping the cake in your mouth.

“What’s wrong with me Yoongi?”, you asked after swallowing it down.

His eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I asked out Han because I thought he would be an easy hookup, but that clearly didn’t work out. Even someone like him didn’t want me. Jae didn’t want me. My two boyfriends before that didn’t want me. Even my own soulmate doesn’t want me.”

Yoongi could feel his heart shattering. Gently he grabbed your chin turning you to face him, “Y/N, please don’t ever feel like that. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You’re smart, funny, a hard worker. You’re beautiful. All those guys are big fucking idiots.”

“You were include in that group you know?”, you giggled.

“Yeah and I’m the biggest idiot of them all.”, he laughed back.

You felt like your heart was going to explode. You weren’t completely sure, but a part of you felt like this was his way of admitting that he loved you. You wanted to confess and say something to confirm it, but there was that little part of you that was worried you were misreading everything.

As you were having an internal debate about whether or not to confess Yoongi leaned in ever so slightly. Everything in his body was telling him to move closer, confess his love for you and then gently pull your face to him so that he can lean in and kiss you like he’s always wanted to. Then take you back home and show you all the ways that you were perfect to him.

He leaned in a little closer waiting to see if you’d back away and when you didn’t he took that as his sign.

“This is really hard to say even though it shouldn’t be so I’m just going to come out and say it.”

Your heart felt like it was beating a million beats per second and Yoongi was starting to worry that he really did get poisoned by some bad calamari judging by how his stomach felt like it was doing flips.

He managed to push through though and continued, “Y/N, I know I don’t really act like it, but I really do lo-“

“There you are! I have been looking everywhere for you.”, a high pitched voice exclaimed next to you.

“Rose? What are you doing here?”, Yoongi asked looking very confused.

“You told me to meet you here silly!”

Yoongi remained silent.

Rose pulled out her phone, “Yeah see here. You texted me yesterday at 9:07pm. Wanna meet up? It’s been a while. Need you baby. And then I said of course my little suga cookie. And then you said great. Meet me at the main night market at 8:30. Wear something easy to take off.“

Yoongi was speechless as you stared at him in disbelief.

“So here I am! Just like you asked.” Rose continued oblivious to the situation.

You swallowed the lump in your throat the best that you could. Apparently you had 100% completely misread the situation.

“Soooo are we going to head to the car or where did you want to do this?”, she asked excitedly.

Yoongi cleared his throat, “Um Rose I’m sorry but I actually think that maybe we shouldn’t continu-“

You cut him off, “Continue this here. He means continue this here. Come on. I know a place you both can go.”

You stood up and tossed the rest of your garbage in the trash. Rose happily followed after you while a confused Yoongi was forced to trail behind feeling like the biggest idiot in the world, a feeling he was getting quite used to.