#mmmm red velvet cupcakes….

[the-trans-dragon]

Increases my Social Capacity stat by playing minigames (imagining I’m in a store and identifying what emotions it makes me feel and which sensory data I’m most apprehensive about, and then comforting my imagined self to reduce the chronic average panic I have felt about being in public)

[high-ashell-hargrove]

Late Night Surprise- George Weasley

Synopsis: It was the readers birthday and George Put together a surprise for her.

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 559 (yes its short but- i don’t care :))

A/n: I am thinking of doing a part 2 where George actually does propose- on Christmas... and as always requests are open and if you want to be added to the tag list PM me or send an ask! and criticism is always welcome.

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"Y/n, Darling come on get up" George mumbled, placing a hand on my shoulder he gently shook me awake. 

"What's wrong." I groaned, my eyes still loosely closed. I heard a soft laugh from my side. I could feel the boy tugging on my arm like a small child on Christmas. 

"Oh come on, come on!" 

Now almost fully awake I sit up, but ultimately slumping into his frame. 

"You are adorable when you're sleepy," George said. Placing a kiss on my cheek he practically drags me out of bed.  

"Close your eyes, you can't see until we get there!" His voice was bubbly. One of my favorite things about George was at almost any time of the day he was his happy, giddy self. Even at 11 pm- yes 11.

"Alright! Ok ``I giggle, slapping my hands over my eyes. 

A few shushes came from the boy as he helped me down the hall and stairs, a few times bumping into walls and rails. I knew we had gotten there when we came to a complete halt. He ran his hands down my arms

"Ok, you can look now." He said with a satisfied sigh. Uncovering my eyes, I looked around, Two small cupcakes sat on a plate in the center of the dining room table, alongside were  candles lit around the table. Not to forget a small box that sat with it all. George placed his calloused hand on my cheek. 

"Georgie, what is all this." I chuckled, letting the weight of my face hang heavy in his palm. It all had been so beautiful, snow rained down from the sky leaving small piles on the other side of the window. 

"It's- it's a small birthday celebration." He said, a soft smirk on his face. My birthday had been a week before Christmas, and naturally, the Weasleys were generous enough to invite me home for the holidays. 

"You didn't have to do this" I whispered, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. 

"Mmm, but I did." 

Leading the two of us over to the table he picked up the tiny box, it was red with a small bow placed on top, I could tell he wrapped it himself. 

"Mmmm little young for a proposal don't you think?" I joked, lightly hitting his arm. 

"Oh don't worry I was waiting to do that on Christmas!" We tried to keep as quiet as we could but it had been hard, 

"Anyway uh- happy birthday" he handed me the box. 

"Thank you love" I whispered, peppering his face with kisses. Unwrapping the paper I was met with a smaller raven-colored velvet box. Holding my breath I opened it, there sat a small half heart necklace. Pulling it out I ran my hand over the engraving on the front. 

'G.F.W' 

"Georgie, it's beautiful!" I gasp, handing him the necklace. I turn around and pull my hair aside. 

"George where is the other one?" I ask as I straighten it out.

" Right here love." He said as he flashed me the other half, already around his neck. 

"Look" 

Bringing my hand up I see my initials as well. A bright smile spread across my face.

"I guess your Mum was wrong, you can be romantic," He just shook his head and nodded

"Oh, you have absolutely no idea."

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taglist: @witchesgetstitchesblog​

[quarterdollar]

40 is enough do them all

this was foretold in the stars............i deserve this </3

cherry - what is your sexuality?

Bi of Sexual. i like everyone

lollipop - favorite makeup products?

I don’t wear makeup :0 When I did theatre I just used cheap foundation and eyeliner from CVS

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be?

Absolutely I would be a fucked up deep sea ocean creature. Maybe a barreleye fish or an immortal jellyfish

october - what month were you born in?

Late December during the last week of the year. The Forbidden Zone. I get really excited for my birthday because literally nothing else happens between Christmas and New Year’s

caress - do you like to snuggle?

Certain people and stuffed animals yes. I’m choosy though. I used to get touched a lot without my permission </3

ivory - describe your pajamas?

One of four oversized t-shirts in rotation. If it’s hot I don’t wear pants but if it’s chillyish I’ll wear shorts or fuzzy pants

golden - favorite stationary product?

Black Ticonderoga pencils. Easy to fidget with and easy to use

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

Oversized purple flannel shirt I wear over my shitty clothes when I want to pretend that I look like garbage on purpose in the gay way

twilight - best friend?

you ..........

silk - do you like k-pop?

I’ve liked a few songs here and there but I don’t listen to it nearly ever

poppy - favorite pastel color?

Teal and yellow look best desaturated imo

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face?

Hmmm eyes and jawline I suppose? But it’s different for everybody you know

sunkissed - autumn or spring?

SPRING...ngl I always thought autumn was overrated because it just reminded me of going back to school

buttery - favorite snack?

Takis!!! i also like honey mustard pretzels and bbq potato chips

whisper - how much sleep do you get?

Not the right amount <3 either too little because of insomnia or too much because my sleep aid knocked me out too hard

pencil - do you own a journal?

I do but I don’t use it. I don’t have the patience to write/draw/whatever every single day

cupcake - are you a good cook?

If I do say so myself yes 😤

honey - favorite term of endearment?

ok GROSS!!! but i like “darling” a lot. also “my [whoever you’re talking to]”. both versatile and applicable to all genders and relationships

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

probably the one where a girl in purple hopped worlds and made a friend wearing red. i wasn’t an active participant in that one it was like watching a movie

velvet - who was your first crush?

a blond girl who was the stage manager for our middle school theatre “department”. i never made any moves but i wonder if anyone could tell lol

paper - favorite children’s book?

Oh man there’s just so many that I like...as I am now I’d probably say The Little Engine That Could. but when I was an actual baby my favorite was one called Moonbeam Bear

peaches - do you have a skincare routine?

I go in the shower and rub a chemical exfoliant all over my horrible face. if my skin is particularly bad i will go back in after with more intense stuff

mochi - favorite studio ghibli film?

PONYO BITCH!!!!!! PONYO IS THE BEST

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend?

I had several :) and I still intently talk to myself in my head so I guess I still have one in a way lol

strawberry - favorite fruit?

Overripe bananas. one of the only fruits to never disappoint me.

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend?

I have kissed Three of my friends...one of them was abusive though I do not cherish that particular memory

nightlight - do you read before bed?

Sometimes !! usually books I’ve already read these days. I have all the Sherlock Holmes books downloaded on my phone so I can rage at ACD and feel good about myself

shampoo - favorite scent?

Mmmm probably mint. and clean laundry. and lavender soap

skin - what distant relative are you closest to?

I’m closeish to most of my cousins (Anna if you’re reading this hellooo) and several aunts and uncles :0

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?

I try to not invest too much in real life people but ohh I am weak for Jude Law alas

cuddles - do you have any pets?

I have a dog

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite?

I do not own any dresses they make me immensely dysphoric

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters?

What the fuck is San-x??? Sanrio all the way I love Chococat and the Show By Rock!! cast but shhhh

cream - frozen yogurt flavor?

MINT CHOCCY CHIPPPP

watermelon - do films ever make you cry?

Not usually but sometimes they do it to me >:( mostly when I’m not expecting it (ugh and sometimes when I am. like Shoplifters)........

sapphos - favorite poet?

The Romantics ESPECIALLY Lord Byron but that’s less because I like their poetry and more because I think they’re cringe and fail and I like reading about all the awful shit they got up to. I like a lot of poems on an individual basis but I can’t really think of any one poet I’ve looked at enough to go “yeah I like this person’s writing in general”

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own?

SO very many. Mostly of sea creatures and Pokémon

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful?

Orchids. They’re just a lil messed up now aren’t they

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup?

My mug plastered with photographs of my plastic toy fish. You know what I’m talking about but IDK how to explain the multilayered in-joke behind why I own such an object

sunset - what are your pronouns?

he/him/his [does a split]

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

Take A Bow (Girls Talk Boys Part 33)

I know it’s been ages since I updated this fic. I am really stuck on everything else I’m working on, and this was the only thing that clicked. I forgot how much I enjoyed these couples though, and I still have more to tell in this story.

if you’re new to this story you can find earlier chapters HERE

“Ashton,” Cher raised her eyebrows at the man grinning at her across her bedroom. “We're just going to the grocery store, why are you looking in the toy box?”

His only response was to turn back to digging through the box of their assorted sex toys. She could see the light bulb go on over his head,and he opened the drawer where the charging pad and the rechargeable toys were. He winked at her and tossed a necklace her way. Cher caught it and her eyes went wide when she realized it was her collar.

It was a simple black leather choker with a round charm with a paw print on one side, the other just said Kitten. Ashton bought it for her about a month ago and it quickly became a signal he was asserting his dominance.

“This is a bit much for a shopping trip,” Cher rolled her eyes trying to hide her excitement

“Did you just talk back to me?” He narrowed his hazel eyes at her as he walked across the room towards her.

“No daddy,” she pouted, “ just surprised me.”

"I've got the bags in the car, is there anything else you need from the store," Cher asked Camille as she grabbed her keys.

Camille was on the couch tangled up with Calum watching a documentary about volcanoes. She glanced up at her roommate raising her eyebrows when she spotted the collar. In the past few months Ashton had been "caught out" in public with Cher a few times, but the past couple weeks he'd made a point to be spotted with her. Camille knew they both denied their relationship was anything past exclusive friends with benefits, however Camille wondered what Ashton was up to with this public show of affection.

Calum laughed as the door closed behind them, "No telling when those two will get back, if they don't get thrown out for fucking in the produce section."

"Oh God I did not need that visual," Camille shook her head trying to clear it like an Etch a Sketch which made Calum laugh even harder.

In contrast to Ashton's situation, Calum was very much happily committed to Camille. He'd taken counseling sessions to get past his jealousy issues, recognizing that his insecurities were at the root of his behavior. Camille was supportive but let it be known that she wasn't responsible for "fixing" him. Calum wanted to work on his communication issues, and she'd helped him open up and get out of his own head.

Camille finally found the security and strength with Calum to fight her own insecurities. Calum was deeply private and rarely posted on social media. For that Camille was grateful as she didn't think she'd be well received by his fans. Camille was known to be a friend of the band. Publicly she'd been seen with Luke on a couple occasions and at parties with the guys. There had been rumors about Luke which they all found hilarious, but that had simmered down once Luke got a girlfriend.

Camille sighed and Calum tensed up, "what's on your mind darling?"

"Sorry babe, was thinking about making cupcakes for Luke and going to see him tomorrow," Camille rested her head on Calum's chest turning her attention back to the screen.

"Mmmm I'm sure he'd like to see you," Calum murmured not really wanting to agree or disagree. Luke's recent breakup with Summer had been a disaster, with Calum right in the middle. It was a touchy subject with Camille, but Calum didn't want to argue. "You'd just better text them to remind them before they get too distracted."

Cher stopped to read the text from Camille when she felt Ashton come up behind her, his hands on her waist, his body pressing into hers.

"We're in public," she whispered trying to wiggle away.

"So what?" he smirked reaching in his pocket.

Cher gasped as he clicked a button on a remote and the bullet vibrator he'd demanded she wear came buzzing to life.

"Ashton I swear if you make me squirt in this store I will kill you," Cher hissed trying not to moan.

"Say that properly this time," he dug his fingers hard into her hip.

"Please Daddy, I don't wanna make a mess," her voice was low and breathy and Ashton realized he was as turned on as she was.

He clicked off the remote until they got a few aisles over and she was standing next to a couple of ladies perusing the different kinds of pasta sauce.

Click

The two ladies glanced at Cher as she made a weird noise. She grimaced and said "sorry, back spasms."

They nodded and the older lady launched off into a lecture about home remedies and why Western medicine was a scam.

Ashton let her get so close before turning it off again.

When the ladies walked away Cher glared at him before throwing him a wink and walking away.

Ashton cursed under his breath, suddenly finding his pants far too tight.

Cher made sure to get everything on Camille's list and cat stuff despite Ashton's constant distractions. Soon they were headed home Ashton was driving with one hand on the wheel, and the other steadily creeping up her thigh. Cher was playing on her phone pretending to ignore him. He switched on the vibe, first on low wanting to see her react. When she didn't he increased the speed until she was squirming in her seat.

"Please, don't wanna cum yet," she whined earning her a smack on the thigh.

"Cross your legs and not another word," he commanded. She whimpered but she obeyed him and he continued driving. Little moans were escaping the back of her throat and her hips kept bucking despite her trying to keep control.

Ashton pulled over into a parking lot and grabbed a towel from the backseat.

"Pull your dress all the way up to your waist," he told her as he opened her legs.

His fingers were on her heat and combined with the vibe humming furiously her g spot she quickly felt herself toppling over the edge of bliss.

Ashton held the towel up as she gushed for him, her nails digging into his arm as she held herself back from screaming his name.

After Cher gave him a quick blowjob Ashton headed home. Calum and Camille were still on the couch discussing fault lines as Camille explained subduction zones. Cher loved the way Calum watched Camille when she got into what she called her "nerd self." He always seemed interested in whatever history or science topic she was currently into. It helped that Camille could make almost any subject entertaining. Cher almost tripped over the cat carrying groceries to the kitchen. She left out the cake ingredients so that Camille could work on a care package for Luke. Poor Luke, she thought, why does shit like that have to happen to such a nice guy.

Calum perched himself on the edge of the counter watching her cook. She was making red beans and rice with ham for dinner, but before that she had to prepare cold food for tomorrow's lunch. She made potato salad before starting on the chicken and egg salad. Camille hated egg salad but Calum loved it so she made it just for him. She made red velvet cupcakes going out for a smoke and a glass of wine while they were in the oven. Calum pulled her onto his lap stealing the joint from her and taking a puff. He pressed it back to her lips, she took a deep drag making her cough. He felt himself stiffen up as she jiggled against him. His lips found her neck and she melted into him.

They were rudely interrupted by a phone call from Michael to Calum. Luke was crashing with him and Crystal tonight, and being surrounded by three dogs at once had finally cheered Luke up a bit. Michael told Calum that he should come by with Camille the next day. Luke needed to see him, and maybe they could all get past this. Calum knew Luke didn't blame him, but with the hurt and the anger he just needed space away from his friend.

Cher had gone over to Ashton's after dinner wanting to finish what they'd started earlier and not have to be quiet. Camille was trying to find something to watch but Calum wouldn't keep his hands to himself. The commotion woke Duke up and Calum found himself cockblocked by his own dog.

Later that night after they were completely alone Calum was between her legs with her thick thighs slung over his shoulders. He was playing his favorite game "guess what I'm spelling" as he traced letters with his tongue on and through her wetness. After he wrote "I love you" on her skin Camille moaned "I love you too, baby." Calum responded by sliding two fingers inside of her. By the time Camille regained any clear thought she couldn't feel her legs and Calum had gone outside for a cigarette.

Cher saw the orange glow in the darkness before she actually saw Calum. She hadn't really needed to come outside to smoke, Ashton was dead to the world and he didn't mind the smell. She just needed to get out of his space for a minute. She knew going home in the middle of the night would raise too many questions, but she also knew she wouldn't be getting any sleep anyways. Normally Ashton left her satisfied and sleepy, but that was before she found the little box with a diamond ring tucked away in a drawer.

Camille arrived at Luke's door with a basket of sandwiches and goodies with Calum a couple steps behind her. Luke answered, looking tired and sad, but better than he had a week ago. He hugged Camille the way he always did, having to bend down to wrap himself completely around her. Calum was her love, but Luke was her best friend out of the guys, her little peanut.

Three weeks ago the guys had flown to New York City for a quick promo tour. The guys schedule was so insane that most of the girlfriends had stayed home, with Summer and Luke the only couple on the trip. Her boss was a photographer the band was working with for a magazine cover. Nobody questioned it as Summer tagged along on most trips, camera in hand. This trip started off well, but on the second day the two of them were sniping at each other. Luke's relationship had always been up and down, but their relationship had seemed solid until the final night before they were to return to California.

They'd gone out drinking at a karaoke bar. The beginning of the night everyone was cheerful and laughing, but soon things got messy. Summer caught Calum texting on his phone and snatched it away from him. She started playing on his phone dancing away from him when he tried to get it back. Luke was kind of laughing along until she tucked it into her bra and told Calum to "come and get it."

Things got even more awkward when Calum refused and sat there clearly annoyed. Luke got up and tried to get the phone back but she refused.  Whining at him "I want Calum to get it,"  she dodged his hands, pouting the whole time. "Want Calum," she repeated and Luke and Calum both turned red. Summer tried to tuck the phone into her jeans, but she was clumsy drunk and almost dropped it. This allowed Michael to grab it and toss it to Calum. Summer burst into tears and she ran out, with Luke following close behind.

That gave the night a weird vibe, but none of them were in any hurry to return to the hotel. They hung out for a bit, some fans stopped by and chatted for a while. By the time they wandered down to an all night pizza place they all had a decent buzz going and the mood had picked up. They began sending cheesy pick up lines and thirst trap pics to their girls. Calum getting a bit of attention from some girls when he removed his jacket to flex his biceps for Camille while Ashton filmed.

When they got back they heard shouting from Luke's room. Ashton went to check on them, while the other two went to bed. Calum stripped down to his skivvies and crawled into bed hoping the room wouldn't spin. Calum didn't know how long he'd been out when he heard knocking, actually.. banging, on his hotel room door. He threw on a shirt and cracked the door to find Summer standing there in tears.

Calum tried to be kind and invited her in, fumbling for his phone to text Ashton or Luke, he wasn't sure which. Next thing he knew Summer had thrown herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him anywhere her lips could find. Stunned Calum tried to back away, that turned out to be a mistake as the bed hit the back of his knees and he fell back. They both tumbled backwards with her on top of him. Now she was tugging at his shirt and his waistband talking a mile a minute, "I feel horrible but I told Luke I wasn't in love with him. That I wanted someone else. I've been in love with you, Calum, for ages now. I love you so much, you just don't understand," Calum pushed her off of him and jumped off the bed.

"Wait, Calum, baby, pretty please," she was desperate and grabbed his hand. "I need you, I can treat you better. I'm not boring and I'm better looking."

"Enough," Calum shouted, startling her into silence. "This is not happening. You need to leave." He texted Ashton, afraid to talk to Luke at that moment. Calum had no idea what kind of nonsense she'd said to Luke,or how bad this was going to be.

He headed for the door when Summer ran in front of him, "please just stay with me tonight. You can have me any way you want. I'll do anything you ask, just please don't go." Calum was not impressed by this offer.

There was a knock and Calum had to find a way to open it without physically shoving her aside. He found Michael, their manager and the hotel concierge standing in the hallway.

The concierge wrapped his arm around Summer's shoulders leading her away with a gentle manner and absolute authority. Their manager told them he'd see she got another room for the night and a different flight home.

After they left Mikey informed Calum that Ashton was with Luke, who was completely devastated and quite drunk. Summer had broken up with Luke and while they were fighting confessed that she'd been in love with Calum the whole time. The flight home was awkward, everyone was tired and on edge. Calum was relieved that Camille had taken everything so well. Not that she wasn't furious and ready to "slap the shit out of that green eyed demon whore," but she wasn't mad at him.

Luke was a different story. He wasn't angry, but kept his distance from Cal. He told Camille it hurt to think of being with her and the whole time she was into Calum. Camille set up a little picnic on Luke's living room floor , settling in between the two guys. Petunia sprawled out next to Luke, Miss P hadn't left his side since he got home. Camille kept the conversation flowing, asking them questions about the new music they were recording, and the trip Luke and Ashton were taking back to Australia for a couple weeks. The guys started to relax and chat a bit.

Luke stopped, sighed and began, "Listen, Cal….I need to apologise."

Calum cut him off, "Mate there's no need for that, I get it."

Luke nodded and pushed his plate away, but Camille noticed he'd eaten two sandwiches and a cupcake. That was progress.

"It's weird how once the bubble pops you see all the warning signs, and little shit you overlooked before because you wanted to make it work," Luke mused.

"I personally found her tiresome and I think her work is overrated," Camille rolled her eyes.

Her phone rang and Camille snatched it up thinking it must be work, everyone else texts.

She frowned when she saw it was the security desk at the front gate.

"Sorry to bother you Miss Camille," she recognized Dale the security guards voice. "We have a man here insisting on being let in," he paused his voice muffled as he spoke to the person he was calling about. "Claims he has legal documents for Miss Cher."

Camille shivered as a chill swept over her, "what's his name?"

Muffled voices and Camille heard "Barett," and she interrupted "Dale, did you say Benjamin Barett?"

"Yes ma'am," he replied.

"I'm on my way right now," Camille hit end and leapt up startling both guys and dogs.

Calum scrambled to his feet, "What's going on? Who's here? I'm coming with you."

Camille shook her head,"you can't, he's gonna be an asshole to me and I don't need you cracking his jaw."

"WHO?" both Luke and Calum all but shouted question at her.

"Cher's husband, he's tracked her down," Camille answered.

@wildhearthood @babygirlcashton @kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995 @vfdsstuff @unabashedlymyself @5sos-ficssmut @rosettesofhappiness

[dudgetlovers]

Hey Fidget I’m curious, what is the mating ritual of a Nimbat? :O Is it any different from Warmbloods and Moonbloods?

“You have came to the right nimbat, my friend! I’ll tell you all what you need to know. Ahem. I can tell you what the female nimbats do.” Fidget clears her throat. “First thing first, you go up to your guy acting all irresistibly cute, giggle adorably while looking into his light blueish eyes, flutter your beautiful eyelashes like a butterfly flutters their glorious wings, give him a cute wink, snuggle up to him and flirt a little while playing with his silver blueish hair.” 

Chuckles a little. “Yup, I remember all those methods. It was so cute.” wagging his tail. 

“Uh-huh, and last thing last! This is very important and it must be done with much love and effort.” 

“Bake 100 cupcakes for your guy, and do not, I repeat DO NOT BURN THEM OR THEY’LL MEAN NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!” 

“Plus, make 10 special ones with flavors of meaning. 1. Apple, you are the apple of my eye, 2. Strawberry, I am committed to you, 3. Blueberry, you make me smile, 4. Banana, I’m bananas for you, 5. Confetti, you’re my world, 6. Vanilla, you have my heart, 7. Cookies and cream, I’m always with you, 8. Peanut butter, be mine, 9. Red velvet, I am yours, darling, 10 Chocolate, I love you! After you baked them all, you put them in a basket, and throw them on top of him! Like so!” Fidget throws a basket of cupcakes on top of Dust.

“What the!” The basket of cupcakes land right on top of him. “Ooofff!!! Ughh… Om…” smacking his lips and chewing on a cupcake that fell into his mouth.

“Mmmm, hey, these are absolutely delicious!” 

Giggles cutely. “See? Heeey, you gonna share those with me?”

“Of course, cupcake, I’d be a fool to never share with you… literally.”

[tetsurousharlot]

Hello hello my love! I am here to ALSO ask you a bunch because I just wanna know more about my wife 🥺

So!

10. favorite milkshake flavor

12. favorite flowers?

18. cloud gazing or star gazing?

36. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?

45. favorite pajamas?

Love you very much💛💛

🥺 ilysm, pretty wifey. i have the best wife ever

favorite milkshake flavor -> vanilla but sometimes vanilla and chocolate together

favorite flavors -> roses! mostly red ones but roses are just so pretty in general

cloud gazing or star gazing -> star gazing! i'm a romantic at heart and there's just something so romantic about cuddling under the night sky as you stare up at the stars

chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet -> for cake/cupcakes, chocolate all the way (with peanut butter or vanilla buttercream frosting mmmm)

favorite pajamas -> just comfy shorts and a t-shirt. lately, it's been red, black, and white plaid shorts and my bakugou shirt - the one that he wears when we see him in casual clothes. this one!

[raitcningu]

"Ah, Jay! There you are!" Countenance bloomed with delight, hands carrying the tray of red - velvet cupcakes that she had made specifically for the jubilant ninja. "These are for you!"

He pulled off his blue hood and turned around, eyes immediately beaming with hunger and delightfulness at the sight of Emily and the yummy velvet cupcakes that were displayed on the tray. “For me? Oh! Ya shouldn’t have.” He says, now eagerly grabbing a cupcake and biting into it. 

“Mmmm.” He hums softly, chewing the goodness of the cupcake before swallowing it. “Mm! These are good!”

[spajonas]

Mmmm. Dessert tonight was this awesome red velvet cupcake from @sprinklescupcakes that my husband picked up in the city today. Really good. Light, moist cake and the frosting was just the right sweetness (and not too much of it either). #365days #365 #ig2018 #dailyphoto #cupcake #sprinklescupcakes

[560am-blog]

of moods and men.

Andrwon.

There were several things that could put Hyungwon into a baking mood, but there were very particular baking moods that he got into. He was well aware of them and if anyone tried to spell them out to him he’d still deny it. There’s a predictability to them that he doesn’t like being reminded of, and yet he’s sure Andrei has grown to categorize them well enough.

There’s stress baking where he spends half the time mumbling to himself, some of the words intelligent and some not. Sometimes he talks out his entire plan, sometimes he curses though not often. He doesn’t notice Andrei which is what allows him to pop chocolate chips in his mouth as he watches. These are the days that Hyungwon puts intricate patterns on cupcakes only after several tries to get the stress off his mind and actually focus. If he messed up he’d try and try until he could get the right topping and by then his mind had worked out the solution.

There’s angry baking, when he’s whisking so hard that his wrist hurts and his grip slips because of sweat. Where Andrei stands a few feet away in fear of getting splattered with batter. Where he’s mumbling but not about anything in particular maybe about a lot of things because it takes a lot to get Hyungwon mad and he has to be especially upset to take it out on his counter. He bakes bread on days like this because he can knead and pound to his heart’s content and sometimes, sometimes Andrei will wait until it’s all done and massage his hands while he cools down. Tea and bread after usually helps.

Then there’s regular baking where Hyungwon’s just got time on his hands and maybe just maybe he can try out a new recipe. Maybe he can spend time messing up and learning and enjoying the process for all it’s worth. Andrei isn’t allowed in the kitchen on days like this but he gets a good view of Hyungwon humming and burying his nose in whatever book has his newest pleasure in it. These days happen more often than not and Hyungwon likes to let them last.

Today is a little different. The music is low but he doesn’t have anything pop-ish playing and if he noticed he probably still wouldn’t change it. It’s not anything he can move his hips to and that alone should say enough about his mood. He’s singing, loud enough to cover the music but not as cheerful as usual. He’s not smiling, he can feel the frown deepen with each back and forth he makes to the book and the counter.

Andrei walks in, Hyungwon just scrunches his nose and continues. If there’s anyone who’s able to tell the shift in the mood easier than anyone it’s Andrei. That’s how the taller male takes the cue to grab a chair and swing it over to the edge of the counter. Andrei waits, not for acknowledgement but for all the cues to fit together in his mind and Hyungwon just continues, mixing, stepping around and mumbling.

“Hey hey sugarplum what’s got you in a mood?”

That’s when Hyungwon looks up, the voice shaking him out just for a moment. He doesn’t have much of an expression, just him recognizing Andrei and registering all the things he could or should do. He could ask how Andrei got in, which is what the male expects, except his nose turns up further.

“If you’re going to stare come be useful.” It’s not a first but it’s definitely not the usual and it catches Andrei off-guard. Hyungwon, unfazed is beckoning him over to the counter, one flour covered finger calling and another mixing. Forever curious Andrei makes his way over, elbows resting on the counter and ready to ask before a finger covered in batter slips in his mouth. There’s a slight choke, Hyungwon’s face remains impassive, he’ll feel sorry later but not now. Right now he’s got something different in his eyes, uncertainty.

“Too fattening?” And when Andrei can actually breathe and let the taste settle he’s smacking his lips for effect.

“You can’t taste fat baby.” It’s not like Andrei has the answers to everything but he’s been doing a good job as far as staying on Hyungwon’s good side, narrow as it was. It’s not that he tried to he just liked the kisses he got when he did. So Hyungwon’s face pulling in complete annoyance and – distress? Andrei doesn’t expect that.

“That’s what I said!” it’s supposed to be a mumble but it comes out harsher, desperate and Hyungwon’s got his back to Andrei, back to mixing and looking in the recipe book. Hwan, busy watching her owner and her second owner move about the kitchen, takes the time to nuzzle Andrei’s leg. All he can do is give a small smile, wishing Hwan could talk and tell him exactly what he walked into.

“It’s sweet, but a subtle sweet. I like it.” Andrei resumes his position on the counter, careful to avoid materials unless he wants another snap from the baker in charge. He doesn’t know what it is Hyungwon wants to hear but he thinks going with the truth hasn’t failed him yet and it won’t now. “Too bad you’re not getting any.” “Ouch.” One is trying to keep things light and one is grateful but when the two look up at one another it’s hard to tell which is which. So Hyungwon looks back down and Andrei keeps his position firm, hand plastered against his chest. “I’ll make you a sweeter one later.” “I can think of something sweeter.” “I think, you don’t want to get kicked out the kitchen.”

And with that things aren’t exactly clear but they’re lighter and despite Hyungwon’s scowl he’s mixing gentler and changing the tune. Red Velvet comes on and while Hyungwon lets out a few hums here and there he doesn’t dance and Andrei takes note but doesn’t speak. He scrolls through his phone and every few seconds something new gets shoved in his mouth. This go on for a bit, half an hour maybe and when Time Slip passes shuffle three times with no movement Andrei is understandably worried.

“Andrei.” Trying not to look so starved for affection Andrei glances up from his phone only to see that Hyungwon still isn’t looking at him, rather at an empty section on the counter. “Mm?” “When you’re on a diet, what are the specifics? Model-wise?” “Don’t know, don’t follow them.” It’s true but it’s probably not the answer Hyungwon wants because all he gets out a sigh that goes through his entire body. It takes a lot for Hyungwon to spill anything just as it takes a lot for him to get upset. He keeps thinks tightly locked and though he has no reason to he just assumes everyone in the industry is out to ruin him. So Andrei tries again, ready to pull out what he can. “Less carbs, natural sugars? Everything in moderation because usually they have us work out too. They try fiber but no one really likes it. Protein bars and peanut butter sometimes just for long showcases. Oats to feel full. It’s all pretty complicated, lots of people don’t follow it.” Maybe it’s not any better, and too vague but it’s the truth and Hyungwon absorbs it the best he can, noting it down in his mind for reference.

Minutes go by again, this time with the second batch in the oven and Andrei latched to Hyungwon’s back, arms around his waist. He’s taken up the role of taste-tester again while simultaneously pressing small kisses to the shorter male’s temple.

“Too salty.” “Stop saying everything is too salty so I’d give you the batch.” Hyungwon laughs, Andrei sways some more and tightens his hold. “Stop making good batches and making me want to eat them all.” This is typically how taste-testing goes between them and Hyungwon doesn’t mind as he gets work done and Andrei will never pas sup trying Hyungwon’s cooking. Especially when he’s making new dishes such as the quiche that he slips past his lips.

“Too sweet.” “It has no sugar in it.” “I meant you.” “I’ll kick you out.”

It’s thirty more minutes of this before the last batch is put in and Hyungwon’s sighs become less audible, his body less rigid. Andrei doesn’t know if it’s relaxation or exhaustion finally taking hold but he keeps his own hold on Hyungwon and thankfully Hyungwon leans back into it.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong or do I have to pry it out of you?” Not that he would and Hyungwon knows this but he’s laughing anymore. He’s laughing at the situation, how obvious it is to Andrei when no one at work could notice and at how Andrei manages to be so light and dive so deep into his most sacred areas.

“Mmmm. One of our models fainted today.” Hyungwon says it so easy, too easy that Andrei almost tries to search for a crack somewhere. It should be concerning but he feels the pressure in Hyungwon’s body return and Hyungwon prefers that to a hitch in his voice. “Everyone’s asking me if I’m worried about the company’s rep, what kind of image that gives us. But no one’s worried about her.”

It’s times like this that Andrei understands why he’s able to read situation with Hyungwon so well, know about his moods from subtle shifts and words. Hyungwon doesn’t really open up as easily as he claims, in interviews or in casual conversation, he’s pretty private. He’s so private and his trust is so deeply set in his fears that even he doesn’t trust himself to bring it out. At some point, whether between hushed reassurances or daylight smiles during shoots, Andrei wormed his way under parts. That’s why he gets this, strained words, and slumped shoulders against him. All Hyungwon, all unraveled parts.

“I just want her to be okay. I’m going by today when the press is down and I just – I don’t get it really but I want to help her.”

“Not everyone wants to be helped.” It comes out really before he can stop it but Hyungwon remains unfazed, a simple shrug and a snuggle into Andrei’s arms. “No but – Yeonhee? God Yeonhee smiles so much. So so much, she’s got those smiles you don’t see in the industry, like yours.” “Yeah but you like mine.” This remains mumbled into his hair and the sigh Andrei receives is both fond and annoyed. “Anyway, she loves doing this. Some people love things enough to let it tear them apart. But she doesn’t have to. I just want to help her.”

“Okay…” It’s a switch, where Andrei is quiet and Hyungwon is talking. Andrei is thinking, absorbing and Hyungwon isn’t. “Okay. Fiber is easier to keep down, avoid things that she would know have carbs in them she’ll be paranoid. Oats can be pretty good for feeling full?” At some point Andrei let go, at some point Andrei just watches Hyungwon flit around the kitchen, newfound determination in his eyes. It’s a gentle one, one that he doesn’t really see at the photoshoots, maybe when he’s perusing over designs. “Those oatmeal cookies you made are a good start and the bread you made, the banana one? That too.” Hyungwon stops and consequently Andrei holds his gaze. It’s not really fair the phases that Hyungwon goes through. From fiery to sweet and absolutely adorable. Andrei just smiles, chin resting in his palm and Hyungwon fixes his expression before he speaks.

“You love those.” “Yeah but I love you satisfied more.” And they’re back, sweet words and eye rolls.

“I’ll make you some later.” “Can I get you with them?” “Don’t push your luck.”

But Hyungwon does kiss him quick, well it’s meant to be quick. It’s thankful and slow and has a little more than a thanks in it but that’s fine with both of them. It’s needed and it’s all sweet and rough in the right places and when it’s over Andrei chimes in that he’ll settle for that until later. Hyungwon laughs, Ladies Code is blasting and the mood is better. New but better.

They wouldn’t have it any other way.