#wc: 325

[cherrylgc]

see you again

"all this time i was happy without you, just to realize i wasn't"

...

cherry had spent her past chuseoks alone. her family didn’t actually celebrate chuseok before moving to korea, but after the move to korea, it was still only one they spent together before she was kicked out. she wanted to continue celebrating chuseok, but she couldn’t cook, she was all alone, so the celebration wasn’t really something she did, it was more sorta of just a time she got to be free from school. yes it bothered her, but what could she do about it? but at last, finally this year was different. 

her dad had invited her over to his place, this was their second chuseok together. she was going to spend all three days with him, there was still some awkwardness between them, it was only last year they’d reunited, but both of them did their best to get together again, to finally feel like a family again. “what have you been up to sweetheart?” he sends a warm warm smile. “i tried out acting, it was very fun, but it seems difficult” she shrugs “i’m sure you could be a good actress” that, she missed that, his supportiveness, he’d always been supportive (except that one time…) and she missed his supportiveness in the time they didn’t speak. “have you been practicing singing? i’d love to write a song for you to sing someday” she’s quick to shake her head “i’ve practiced, but i’m not very good, it feels like whatever i practice, i never really manage to get good at it” she shrugs. “well, i’m her to be supportive, whether you feel like you’re good or not”

“can we order fried chicken?” he lets out a chuckle “i don’t know how we never noticed that speech disorder before” she smiles “it suits you well though, makes you, you” , “so could we order fried chicken?” “cherry, you don’t order food during chuseok, i’ve made you chicken and potato stew if that counts for anything”.

[viridescent-lance]

“One, two, and...!” They’re a ways out from the monastery, in a nice wooded area Forsyth likes to train in when the grounds get too crowded. It’s the perfect place to demonstrate lanceplay on a realistic battlefield, too. “Alright, take a moment, and we’ll go again.”

Ferdinand’s taken to the exercises like a fish to water, and he’s a respectful student to boot. He has big dreams, perhaps bigger than even his station allows--and that only motivates him further. How could Forsyth not be endeared to him?

Today, however, they’re not alone. A suspicious-looking man approaches from the shadows, his eyes surveying Forsyth and Ferdinand like a bird of prey.

“Pssst, you. Yeah, you.”

“I can’t see anyone else you’d be approaching.” Forsyth keeps one hand on his lance, a wary eye on the strange orb this man carries. This can’t be good news. “State your business.”

“Hey, geez, don’t poke that stick at me!” Forsyth isn’t, but this guy seems real jumpy. “Listen, I got a job for ya. See, guy like me, he’s got a job for you. A job with a reward…”

The man holds out the weird orb. It pulses with life, and Forsyth can’t help but feel offput by it. Surely whatever this is was not obtained by legal or moral means.

“Pretty, ain’t it? And it can be yours, if you fine gentleman can just provide me with a copy of the answers to the lance fighter exam next week. I’ve seen ye practicing, surely you’ve got it down, yes?”

Ah, there it is. A little more tame than Forsyth had initially thought, but still a duplicitious deal. Forsyth sizes the man up, and shakes his head.

“As a proud Knight of Seiros”—the guy visibly gulps—“I would never resort to such dishonesty. You should be ashamed!”

“Ah, well,” the guy is looking for a way out, but there’s two of Forsyth and Ferdinand. “Let’s let bygones be bygones, eh…?”

@nobilisseoblige

tifu by asking the hall monitor for the quiz key

mission board: distress part 2 (lance +1) 250-350 wc challenge!

[lgcminki]

REACTION SOLO !

this is it. their debut, coming soon. it feels so surreal, even after months of second guessing himself and telling himself that this is in fact reality, it doesn't feel like that. minki wonder if it's possible for him to be transported to another dimension, or something—but now, with the title track right before his very eyes ( or in this case, playing into his ears ), minki knows for sure that it's real. this is his reality, his future, and the path before him is no longer as vague as he once thought it was. there's comfort in that, even though it's altogether terrifying at the same time.

minki thinks he needs a few seconds to truly appreciate the track that was put together for the group. he might have taken in a few breaths himself, before allowing himself the peace of mind to listen to the song in its entirety. maybe he's being dramatic, but this will be his first step into the world of an idol—he thinks it's justified for him to overreact just a bit. outside, he might seem calm, but his stomach is sort of churning, both from excitement and anticipation.

first impressions: it's fun, it's something that he feels like he could dance to in a manner that is more freeing than expected. it has a catchy tune to it, a funky beat that he knows can get stuck in someone's head. "woah, so this is our song..." he mumbles to himself as he listens, a smile growing across his face.

the gibberish-like parts of the song sounds interesting too, in minki's opinion. is this what the young ones like these days...? it's certainly unique, adds some spice to the song itself. he doesn't really know how to explain it ( probably why he's not a songwriter ), but he thinks it can be a hit.

it's a song that fuels him with energy. he likes it.

[kianbe]

WORK & PLAY 김기안 → 이채린

he's been a trainee at lime entertainment for awhile now, and while he's shown improvements and has better adjusted to his new schedule, there are still days where kian feels as though he's on a road to nowhere. being that he's wandering through the same hallways everyday, and learning how to hone his skills by repeating similar instruction for months at a time, his days start blurring together. somehow, they all start to feeling the same, endlessly so.

while he knows there's an end goal that he's trying to reach, it doesn't feel that way sometimes, especially when it's out of his sightline.

that, and well, becoming overly familiar with axis labels hq isn't exactly the most inspiration-inducing activity. yeah, there are people singing, dancing, and rapping everywhere, but witnessing their artistry doesn't aid in his own. instead, his feels almost stunted lately, like he can't think of any creative new melodies, or fun lyrics, or chord progressions because he's not out in the world experiencing life. it's a real bummer, and he feels pretty dejected, all things considered.

at present, he's seated on the floor with his back against the wall and his guitar in his lap; waiting for his preferred vocal room to open up. he's plucking away at his newly replaced strings and humming to warm his voice up, but like usual, nothing's seeming right. stressed and distracted, he doesn't even notice when the door swings open and the person who booked the room near trips over him. when their ankle makes contact with his knee, he's jolted back into reality; eyes angled upward to catch a glimpse of none other than lee chaerin.

"i'm so sorry..." he mentions, using one of his palms to rub at his knee. "i should've been paying more attention, and well, i guess i shouldn't have been sitting so close to the door either," kian adds, offering a shy smile. "is your ankle okay?"

[behaein]

˙ ˖ ✧ — SELF PARA. aka, haein has decided to focus on a different type of dancing this time as she trains

haein's always been told she was a good dancer.

that's not to sound too cocky or whatnot, but that was her strongest skill right now, and she knew it as well. plus, it's the one she enjoyed the most, too, and it's why she spent so much time improving on it.

however, she knew that she's almost been stagnating. she had learned the basics at her old company and have only continued to push herself from there. but once next gen happened and she was getting back into dance lessons, she found herself returning to the same old stuff.

haein knew that it was time for a change.

hence, she's started signing up for all sorts of lessons. the first one was waccking, mostly because that's a skill that she already had. she knew how to wack and while she was no professional, she didn't think she was lacking behind some other idol wacckers.

once that lesson was over, she decided she wanted to try something new. there was a whole list of genres she had on her mind: tutting, locking, hip hop, house and so on. all this time, she had been more focused on girlish and following idol choreography that she failed to realize that learning new techniques would help her out so much more.

it would help with the way she expressed herself and even move her body as these different genres would require different movements. additionally, it was a great way for haein to interact with other dancers and see how they moved into this art.

what she took from these lessons, she applied back on her own during extra practice or individual lessons. haein couldn't say she was a professional at any of the new skills she had taken up, but she was getting there. the more practice she put into it, the more she would become a natural, and that's the kind of improvement she needed to see herself.

[kinda-daily-warriorcat]

[behyejin]

ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ

so glad to be speaking to vertex again

hyejin didn’t know what she expected when arriving at the axis building but she didn’t expect to see all the senior artists. seeing b.e.t, vertex, and even quartz around had her inner fangirl wanting to come out. she couldn’t do that though. she didn’t wanna embarrass herself or not seem professional as a trainee. it wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen other idols before when she had been a trainee in the past. maybe it was due to the fact that she admired these idols a ton so it made it all feel so surreal seeing them around though since she was always so focused on her own training.

though she finds herself approaching vertex, easing down the nervous feeling that wants to ebb it’s way through her veins. why is she feeling this way? was she afraid of making a fool of herself? she hadn’t done so the last time she saw them but maybe the thought that this was a more relaxed setting made it hit her harder. she did take all their advice to heart still from next gen which she knows has been making her feel so much better about training. 

she almost stops herself and turns right around but convinces herself not to do so. taking a breath, she smiles before getting the attention of them all. “hello! i’m min hyejin.” she bows easily, wanting to show all the respect to them especially since she admires each of them a ton. “you came to talk to my group on next gen before and i wanna say that i appreciated it a ton. the advice then was so helpful and i’ve transformed it to help me as a trainee now. thank you all so much for always being an inspiration to me and making me continue pursuing my dreams.” she smiles brightly before leaves their presence. she doesn’t wanna keep going since she knows she’ll end up embarrassing herself.

[lov3lycosmos]

hongjoong drabble reacting to you having a tummy buldge during sex.

ughhh yes I could see this turning him on even more, like hes already a mess ans he looks down and sees your stomach bulge each time his cock hits deep into you >~<

hongjoong reacting to your tummy bulging during sex ! ⭑ ── wc. 390 ୨ৎ mature drabble ✧ w. smut ( 18+)

The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room, tangled with ragged breaths and the creak of the headboard. Hongjoong’s hands were gripping your waist tight, fingers digging into your hips as he thrust into you with relentless purpose. Sweat clung to his brow, jaw clenched, brows furrowed as he watched your body arch beneath him.

"Look at you," he growled, leaning back just enough to admire the view. One hand slid from your hip to your belly, pressing down gently—then harder. Your gasp was immediate, legs shaking as you felt him even deeper. "You feel that? That bulge right here?"

His palm flattened on your lower stomach, and you whimpered when he gave it a slow, deliberate push.

"That’s me," he muttered, low and satisfied. "I’m so deep inside you, baby, I can see it."

Your back arched more as he kept rocking his hips, his pace maddening—slow but devastating, every stroke dragging against your walls like he knew exactly where to push, exactly how to ruin you.

"Hongjoong—" you whimpered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from how full you felt. "You're so—fuck—deep."

"I know," he smirked, eyes dark with lust. “You take me so well. So tight around me, fuck—like you were made for this.”

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a broken moan as he slammed into you harder, the bulge in your tummy pressing up again under his hand.

He was obsessed with it—watching it move, feeling it shift when he bottomed out. “You like knowing how deep I am, huh?” he murmured, bending down to kiss your throat while never slowing down. “So stuffed full of me you can’t even speak.”

Your fingers clutched the sheets, eyes rolling back. Every thrust had you on the edge, the added pressure on your stomach too much to bear.

“Cum on me, pretty girl,” he whispered in your ear, breath hot. “Let me feel you while you’re stretched like this. I want to see you break.”

And you did—with a scream and a tremble, unraveling beneath him as he fucked you through it, chasing his own high like a man possessed.

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[crimsonpaved]

COURTESY IS A DANGEROUS GAME, it is a path that leads into the depth of temptation that he oft encourages himself not to follow yet... What if he were to do so? A hand that snakes out just enough to grasp at gloved digits, halving the distance with such nonchalance it seems almost like second nature to him. Surely it can be allowed, this selfish act that allows him to move her closer in the names of ensuring none of the rabble can dirty her outfit so soon after she chose to wear it... the lie he tells himself for the reason at least.

He has become... comfortable in the slips of the tongue, the way dainty fingers interlock reassuringly, the thumb that rubs gently at the window of flesh just above her wrist moving in soothing, encouraging circles. Hubert cannot trust his voice to cooperate as she speaks, merely nodding along in unison as his hand shows little sign of releasing her from the grasp.

Perhaps he's just distracted, and yet he hears the feet before he can move to avoid it, the knock sending them stumbling towards the wall, his free arm reaching to steady himself before he realises the... consequences of the situation the retainer's distracted mind has landed them in. His gaze, often hidden behind untamed bangs, can only be described as intense, like the match that threatens to ignite an inferno as he checks her features for any sign of injury.

It is only now he notices, the perpetual blush on her features and the proximity between them. It is... dangerous waters to remain in, and yet he doesn't dare to move until the rabble has completely passed. Yet he continues to remain silent, moving once interlinked digits up to brush a stray strand of hair knocked loose away from her features. "They'll pass soon, just breathe." Instructions that he wonders is for her or him as he waits patently.

Leave the rain outside

cont from .

[jakeswifey]

BF!SUNGHOON WHO...

pairing: park sunghoon x reader genre: fluff, headcanons, established relationship warnings: skinship, kisses, kinda suggestive ;) wc:325 a/n:thank you anon for your req! not proofread :((

bf!sunghoon who is so shy that he almost spilled his coffee while asking you out, and felt like he was on the top of the world when you agreed

bf!sunghoon who literally towers over you and loves to take advantage of that fact

bf!sunghoon who lives to see you blush and shy away from him

bf!sunghoon who is a hidden little spoon but would rather die than accept it out loud, but you sneakily recorded him confessing to that while he was drunk

bf!sunghoon who gets so flustered once you try to tease him, almost feels like second hand embarrassment but you both know that he loves it

bf!sunghoon whose ears go red the moment you make the first move

bf!sunghoon who always intentionally convinces you that you don't need an extra jacket just so he can lend you his when you need one

bf!sunghoon who was convinced that you were the one when he saw you falling face first during your ice skating date part-13456

bf!sunghoon who loves it when you run your hands through is hair, it almost feels like all his stress magically disappears the moment your fingers touch his scalp

bf!sunghoon who is a slow but passionate kisser, loves to slightly bite your lips just to get a reaction out of you

bf!sunghoon who acts like he doesn't care much about birthdays and anniversaries, but he almost cried when you posted your story at 00:15 because you were busy wishing him irl

bf!sunghoon who doesn't let you open your doors, carry your bags and all that shebang

bf!sunghoon who threw out the one jake's photocard you accidentally pulled

bf!sunghoon who loves to go out for late night dates with you

bf!sunghoon who can't fall asleep without hearing your voice, if your time zones don't align expect lots and lots of voicemails from your lover boy

pls reblog if you liked !!

[atrirose]

🪐. CRAMP CHEM

ft. sim jake sfw (fluff) warning : kissing, chemistry wc.325

an.? reading my older post made me think jake needs a whole one shot for that headcanon cuz i can’t- I START TO BLUSH AT THAT,, AND WHOLE smiling between kisses is just 😭

“so basically k is x plus y” you asked boyfriend jake who is smiling listening to you like you are reading him a love letter “ah no my love k over here is rate constant so it a into b, x plus y is the order of reaction” he said as he wrote down the formulas on your book.

“i can’t deal with this” you sighed heavily “how are u dealing with me ugh look at you all smiles, i would be frustrated if someone asked me help last minute and didn’t know the whole chapter” you said burying your face in your hands, “i can never get frustrated by you and it doesn’t matter we can always learn” jake said as he stroked your hair, it’s impossible to have a tutor as patient as jake, and it was nice and reassuring to have someone like that with you.

“try solving this one yn” jake said as he handed you another question “and” he turns your face as he bought his face closer to yours, his soft lips landed on yours, his hands snaking around your waist as you touch his jaw in surprise by the sudden kiss, his lips moved sensuously over yours as you pull his collar for more, he smiles against your lips between kisses

he does that a lot, smiling between kisses or during, it’s so frustratingly hot and you hate that he knows how get you all bothered and carving for more.

his eyelashes tickling you, he breaks the kisses leaving you breathless and fuzzy brain, then he presses wet kisses down your neck and collar bone by pulling your shirt a bit lower “jake?”

“hmm” he hummed against your neck for you to continue, he bites your neck. you pout as he pecks your lips one last time and goes back to writing more questions on a paper “now that you got that taste” he said with a devilish smirk “solve this and you would get a kiss on every right answer” he is so cruel, so cruelly beautiful.

“by the way the lip balm taste good”

[evnseokz]

꒰ ☆ tied up ~ p.wb ꒱

pairing: sub! wonbin x reader

contents: suggestive content, wonbin is tied up, reader is a tease

just a drabble for the birthday boy <3 lmk if you guys want a continuation! wc 325

MINORS DNI

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across Wonbin’s flushed skin. His wrists were bound to the headboard, silk wrapped securely around them, but not tight enough to hurt. Just enough to keep him at your mercy.

And mercy was something you weren’t planning to give him.

He tugged against the restraints, his fingers curling into fists as he let out another frustrated whimper. His breath was uneven, his body tense beneath you, the heat in his gaze nearly undoing you completely.

“Please,” he exhaled, voice raw with need. “I-I can’t take it anymore.”

You tilted your head, trailing your fingers down his chest, barely touching, just enough to make him shiver. “But you look so pretty like this,” you mused, watching as his muscles twitched under your touch. “All tied up, completely helpless. You like it, don’t you?”

Wonbin’s cheeks burned, his head turning to the side as if to escape your teasing. But the way his hips shifted, the way his body arched into you—it told you everything you needed to know.

“You’re so mean,” he whined, pulling against the restraints again. “You know I do.”

Your fingers traced slow, lazy patterns against his skin, your touch featherlight, maddening. “Then why should I stop?”

His lips parted, his breath catching, frustration melting into something desperate. “Because I—” He cut himself off with a groan, his body writhing beneath you, chasing your touch. “Please.”

You smiled, savoring the way his voice trembled, the way his entire body was at your mercy. “Mmm,” you hummed, pretending to consider it. “Maybe if you beg a little sweeter.”

Wonbin let out a small, broken sound, his knuckles white as he gripped at nothing, completely undone. “Please,” he tried again, voice shaking. “I need you.”

Your heart pounded at the sheer desperation in his tone, at the way he was unraveling before you.

“Good boy,” you murmured, finally giving in.

…

..

.

[chososchalupa]

Hey how about Bsd men (such as Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Akutagawa, Atsushi and anyone of your choice) cooking for their s/o!reader? Love your writing btw!

thank you!! <3

cooking for you

includes - Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Akutagawa, Atsushi

wc - 420, 239, 346, 339, 325

not proof read once again bc i am just too sleepy

Dazai -

You sniffled as you laid your head on Dazais lap, you had woken up with the worst cold and no matter how much medicine you took, it was not going away.

Dazai ran his fingers through your hair softly, “You feeling okay?”

You nodded, not wanting to speak due to your sore throat.

“You know, Mori used to make this special soup whenever he was ill. I could get the recipe from him and make it for you” Dazai smiled

You laughed softly, “I’m okay, ‘Samu. Thank you”

Dazai very rarely cooked and when he did, it didn’t come out the best and you did not want to upset your stomach even more.

You watched as Dazai pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Mori. ���I have to go to the store to get the ingredients, will you be okay?”

You sighed, of course he would refuse to listen to your denial. “I’ll be okay. You can just get a can of soup. You don’t need to cook for me”

Dazai simply waved his hand, dismissing your words. “I’ll be right back!” he smiled, kissing your cheek.

You must have fallen asleep while Dazai was gone as you awoke to a blaring sound coming from the kitchen. The fire alarm. Of course.

You got up from the couch, wrapped in your favorite blanket and walked towards the sound. You walked in to see a pot of soup on the stove, and your boyfriend fanning the smoke alarm.

“You’re awake! Perfect timing!” Dazai smiled, turning to face you once the alarm had subsided.

You nodded and sat at the table, watching as he poured you a bowl of the soup he had made.

“This will make you feel much better,” Dazai smiled, placing the bowl in front of you.

You thanked him as you looked into the bowl, it looked and smelled great but your expectations were still low.

Dazai sat next to you and watched as you moved your spoon of soup into your mouth, “What do you think?”

You swallowed and smiled up at him, “It’s really good. Thank you”

For once, you weren't lying about his cooking. It did taste good, way better than you were expecting. You finished the bowl and mumbled something about needing a nap causing Dazai to smile, lifting you up from your chair and carrying you to your shared bed.

You’re still not sure what Dazai put in his soup, but you woke up feeling much better thanks to him.

Chuuya -

You opened your eyes to the morning sun shining bright into your bedroom, you looked over and realized your boyfriend, Chuuya, wasn’t in bed with you as he normally is. 

‘Mori must have called’ you thought as you rolled out of bed. 

With Chuuya gone, you were in no rush to get ready. You picked out an outfit from your closet and went to the bathroom to finish your morning routine. 

As you exited the shower, you could smell pancakes in the air. Confused, you quickly got dressed and walked to the kitchen.

“About time you woke up!” Chuuya laughed as he turned away from the stove.

You glanced down at his body, he had on your apron and was covered in pancake mix. You giggled softly as you wrapped your arms around him, “I thought you had left this morning”

Chuuya returned the hug before turning back around to flip the pancakes he had on the stove. “Nope! Boss said i’m free for the weekend”

“About time” You responded, sitting at the bar in your kitchen as you watched your boyfriend continue making breakfast.

The two of you talked about Chuuyas upcoming mission until he was finally done cooking. He plated you both a full plate and came to sit down beside you.

“This is delicious, Chu” You smiled

“I’m glad you like it” He responded, kissing your cheek. Leaving the residue of maple syrup on your face.

Fyodor -

You sighed loudly as you walked into Fyodor's office.

“What is it, my love?” He asked, not taking his eyes off of his monitors.

“Are you going to be in here all day?” You asked, sitting on top of his desk.

Fyodor sighed and turned towards you, grabbing your hand and pressing his lips to it, “I’m sorry. This is very important. You understand, yes?”

You gave a fake smile and nodded, “Of course. I may ask Sigma if he’d like to go shopping”

Fyodor nodded and gave one last kiss to your hand before turning back to the screens in front of him, “Be safe”

You quickly left the office and sent a text to Sigma, letting him know that you’d be on your way soon.

“Can you believe he forgot our anniversary?!” You asked as Sigma got into the car beside you.

“I’m a bit surprised” He responded, “He is always going on how much you mean to him”

“He’s just always so caught up in work” 

“Maybe he is planning something for tonight?”

“Maybe” You sighed

By the time you and Sigma had finished shopping, it had been well past dinner. 

“Should we go out?” You asked

Sigma gave a sad smile, “I can’t tonight. I unfortunately have plans with Nikolai. Besides, Fyodor may have plans for the two of you” 

“If he ever stops staring at his monitors” you laughed

You had finally gotten home after dropping Sigma off, you walked through your front door expecting to have to drag Fyodor out of his office yourself but the sight in front of you had made you freeze. 

“Welcome home, my love!” Fyodor smiled, as he pulled a rack of lamb from the stove. “I made us dinner for tonight. I hope you are hungry”

You couldn’t help the wide smile that came onto your face

“I thought you forgot” you whispered, going to hug your boyfriend of five years.

“How could I forget such an important day?” He responded, “I am done working for today, let’s eat and celebrate our anniversary, yeah?”

Akutagawa -

“What are you doing for your birthday tonight? Are you and Ryu doing anything?” Gin asked as the two of you walked from the Port Mafia building to her and Akutagawa's shared apartment. 

“Nothing that I know of. He hasn't even said ‘Happy Birthday’ to me yet” You sighed

“Really? Now that I think of it, I haven’t seen him since I left this morning. I wonder if he’s feeling ill”

As you approached their apartment, you allowed Gin to enter first. You went to follow but was abruptly stopped when she turned around with her finger pressed to her lips, “Listen” she whispered

The two of you stood in the doorway as you heard two voices coming from the kitchen,

“Is that Chuuya?” You whispered, “There’s no way he got here before we did. He hadn’t even left his office when we left!”

Gin shrugged as the two of you listened 

“Akutagawa, please don’t make me go over there. Baking a cake should not be this difficult.”

“They’re on facetime” Gin giggled

“Baking a cake?” You whispered back

Gin nodded before Akutagawa spoke,

“They could get here any minute, Chuuya! What should I do?!”

“Put the cake in the fucking oven! I’m hanging up”

You heard Akutagawa sigh as the call ended, “I hope i’m not fucking this up”

“Fucking what up?” Gin asked, walking into the house with you following behind.

Akutagawa spun around, his face a beat red, “I am baking a cake”

“A cake? What flavor?” You asked

“It is vanilla with chocolate frosting”

“My favorite!” you smiled, walking over and kissing your boyfriend.

“I know,” He smiled, “I hope it’s good. I’ve never baked anything before”

“We heard,” Gin laughed, “We were outside the whole time you were on the phone with Chuuya”

You giggled as Akutagawa’s eyes widened, “Go” he replied, pointing towards Gin’s bedroom.

She laughed and waved at you before turning to her room

“It will be good, Aku. Thank you” You smiled up at him

“Of course, darling. Happy birthday”

Atsushi -

“Atsushi” you whined, laying your head on his desk.

The two of you had been stuck doing paperwork since this morning, hours had past and the only thing you’ve had to eat today was a donut that Ranpo had given you in exchange for doing his paperwork as well.

“We’re almost done,” Atsushi responded, continuing to type on his computer.

“You’d be done a lot faster if you stopped. talking.” Kunikida said, glaring at the two of you

You rolled your eyes before going back to your desk. Although, it was only another fifteen minutes before you were complaining again.

“You are almost as bad as Dazai,” Kunikida said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Atsushi stood from his desk, “I’m finished mine. I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nodded as you laid your head back on your desk, this was going to take forever.

You ended up finishing two papers before your boyfriend came back, covered in sweat.

“Where did you go? Why do you look like you just ran five miles?” You asked, looking down at the bag in his hand.

“I did run five miles” He replied, lifting the bag in his hand up “I went to the store and got us food!”

You nearly jumped from your chair as Atsushi pulled two cup ramens from the bag, “This should be enough until you’re finished with yours and Ranpos papers. We can go out once we’re done!”

“You are the absolute best, Atsushi” you smiled, kissing him on the cheek as you took the food from his hand.

You went to leave the room, going to make your noodles until you heard Kunikida yell, “Get back to work!”

You went to yell back but Atsushi grabbing the food from your hand distracted you, “Go back. I’ll make it for us”

You smiled and nodded, heading back to your desk to finish up the never-ending pile of work that was waiting for you.

[sailortongue]

"Baking with my boyfriend!"

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

wc: 1.6k

summary: you run a popular baking vlog, and after a Q&A video where you said your boyfriend helped you eat all the delicious things you baked, the people demanded a bf reveal

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“Hi guys!” You waved at the camera enthusiastically. “In honor of the upcoming fall season, today I’m going to be showing you how to bake pumpkin bread!” You were practically sunshine incarnate when you were filming for your viewers, but today was special and you were even more cheery than usual.

The last video you did was a Q&A and apparently many viewers were very curious about what you do with all the baked goods you make because surely you don't eat all of that yourself. You’d laughed, pleased to tell them that you share everything with your lovely boyfriend, and, if you made a particularly large batch of something, then he’d take them to work for his coworkers.

You hadn’t thought much of it, but when you read through the comments it was flooded with requests for a boyfriend reveal. You’d immediately called Spencer into the living room, excitedly asking him if he’d film a video with you. How could he possibly say no to you when you were looking at him with those pleading eyes? He caved embarrassingly quickly, but frankly he’d do anything if it meant that beautiful smile would continue to be directed at him.

And so here you were, standing in your kitchen with Spencer and getting the ingredients and supplies assembled. Now, as much as you loved him, there was a reason he’d never been in one of your videos before: that man was a klutz in the kitchen. For all his intelligence, he couldn't bake a cake to save his life.

Spencer, bless his heart, had neglected to place the eggs in a bowl and accidentally knocked one off the counter, sending it to splat onto the floor. You glanced at the cracked egg slowly seeping across the floor and then back up to Spencer, a grin teasing the edge of your lips. He did the same as you, and as you both made eye contact the tension broke, both of you bursting into laughter.

“I’ll clean it up,” he said sheepishly. “And get another egg.”

You chuckled and continued with your instructions. “Once Spence gets that taken care of, then we’ll have everything we need to start. As usual, we’re going to preheat the oven while we prepare everything. This particular recipe says 325℉ but if any of you would like to bake this at home, there is a note at the bottom of the recipe. It says that if you're using a one pound loaf pan instead of a 9x5, then it may come out underbaked, and if you feel like you need to add more time to it then you should bake at 350℉ instead.”

You felt Spencer’s presence return to your side, this time placing the eggs in a bowl to prevent any more mishaps. He bent down and kissed the top of your head as his way of apologizing. You reciprocated the action and got on your tippy toes to kiss his chin since it was the closest you could get.

Continuing with the recipe, you put Spencer in charge of the streusel topping since it was the most straight forward. You were confident that even with his lacking baking skills he’d be able to do it. You were promptly proven wrong.

“Wow, I’m impressed,” you said.

“Really?” he asked excitedly, ever eager to please you.

“Very. I think you got more flour on the counter than in the bowl.”

He threw his head back and groaned. “Oh come on, it's not that bad.”

“Whatever you say, hun. Can you put it in the fridge?”

He nodded, and you turned your attention back to the camera. “And now for the star of the show we’re going to start on the batter!” As you spoke animatedly and explained every step of the process, Spencer was watching you with rapt attention, a small smile fixed on his face.

Occasionally you’d ask him to measure out some of the ingredients and put them in. You’d had to correct him that the brown sugar had to be packed in, but other than that there was no way he could mess up. The only notable thing that happened was his insistence on tasting the vanilla extract. How could something that smelled so good taste so bad? He was going to learn the hard way and there was nothing you could do to spare the stubborn man. You had practically doubled over with laughter when his expression instantly changed to one of profound disgust. He rushed to the kitchen sink, trying in vain to spit out the vile liquid.

He was positively green when he looked back over at you. “Why would you let me do that?”

Taking pity on him, you poured him a glass of water and handed it to him. “Here, swish.”

He took it gratefully and did as you said. “Thank you. Lesson learned. Vanilla extract is a liar.”

“Would stirring make it better?” you asked, offering the whisk to him.

“No, but licking the batter might.”

You shrugged, “Your loss.”

With your attention back on the camera, Spencer took the opportunity to stand behind you, placing his hands on your hips and watching you mix the dry ingredients into the wet ones from over your shoulder. He took advantage of the close proximity and placed a tender kiss on your temple. You were practically melting on the spot at how domestic everything felt.

“Ok, so with that all mixed up the next thing we have to do is pour it into a greased loaf pan and then sprinkle the streusel on top.” You turned your face to the side, “Hey, hun, can you get the streusel from the fridge?” He hummed in affirmation, leaving you to pour the batter, intentionally leaving a bit more than you usually would to make up for Spencer’s unfortunate experience with the vanilla.

He resumed his position at the counter, standing next to you this time. He was eyeing the bowl with the leftover batter, being very obvious about what he wanted. You giggled. “Trade?” Without a word, he snatched the bowl and handed you the cold one with the topping. As you were sprinkling it onto the top, Spencer was busying himself with licking the spatula.

“Perfect!” you exclaimed when you were done. “Now all that’s left is to put it in the oven for an hour and twenty minutes.” After closing the oven door, you turned to see Spencer scraping more of the batter from the bowl and onto the spatula. You also noticed that some of it was smeared around the corners of his lips. You huffed a breath out through your nose, finding him utterly adorable. You grabbed a rag from the drawer and ran it under the faucet. You walked over to Spencer and he spoke before you could do anything. “If the batter is anything to go by, then the bread will be delicious.”

“Of course it will. I think it'll be one of the best, just because you helped me with it.” He beamed at you. “That was cheesy, but cute.”

“C’mere,” you said, placing your hand on his cheek and adjusting his face so he’d look straight at you. You brought up the hand with the wet rag, wiping his face. He laughed and took the rag from you, using it to clean the stickiness from his hands as well.

Now that there was nothing to do but wait for the pumpkin bread to finish baking, you stopped recording and set about cleaning the mess you two had made.

With both of you working together, the kitchen was pristine in no time. You decided you’d go ahead and start editing the footage you already had, and by the time you had it looking as aesthetic as always, the oven timer went off. You gasped excitedly, hopping off the couch where you were sitting next to Spencer. You quickly slipped on a pair of oven mitts and took it out to cool.

Thirty minutes later and you began recording again. “I wish y’all could smell my kitchen right now,” you started. “Smells so good. Like cinnamon and pumpkin goodness.”

You cut two slices of the loaf, one for each of you. Spencer took a bite before you did and groaned. “It's so good,” he said.

“Better than the batter?” you teased.

“Definitely.”

You took your own bite and reacted just as he had. It really was tasty. “10/10. You guys should definitely make this at home! It’s perfectly moist and pumpkin-y and the streusel topping adds a lot of texture. I hope you all enjoyed this video and I’ll see you next time! Bye!” You waved at the camera before stopping the footage.

There wasn’t much editing that needed to be done since the second take was just a review of the dessert, so you had the video uploaded shortly after, titling it "Baking with my boyfriend!"

You were both splitting a second slice when you started getting notifications on the video. Spencer placed the plate down on the coffee table and got comfy next to you, putting his arm around you and pulling you close. You leaned into his side and opened the app to read the incoming comments.

“#relationshipgoals”

“You two are so cute!”

“Does he have a twin brother? 👀”

“Can we reply?” asked Spencer. You nodded and handed him your phone.

“Does he have a twin brother? 👀”

“Sorry, @user but no, I don’t.”

“Homeboy is so down bad”

“According to Yn, that means I’m infatuated with her. Yes, I am.”

“Omg his HANDS”

“Thank you? I guess?”

You laughed at his reply to the comment about his hands.

“Did yall see the way they look at each other? 🥺”

“Lmao see if he’ll try cacao powder”

Spencer looked at you after reading the cacao powder comment. “Is cacao powder also a liar?”

You shook your head. “Nope. It tastes just like chocolate.”

[kissreo]

queen can you write something for wakasa (from tokyo revengers) 🙏🙏 anything!

sorry this came late,, writers block was holding me back

cw:: gn!reader x wakasa, not proofread

wc:: 325

You didn't exactly remember how you met Wakasa but that didn't matter when you looked at him, he was perfect in every way — even if not everyone agreed with you. You looked down at his head on your lap, combing his hair with your fingers. "Wakasa.", your voice was quiet since you didn't want to wake him and you just loved the way his name sounded from your lips.

Wakasa stirred in his sleep slightly but didn't wake up, to which you let out a sigh of relief since the last thing you wanted to happen right now was him waking up. His white hair was splayed so beautifully around his face, almost as if it was a frame, which made you blush.

At the point when Wakasa woke up, you had already fallen asleep since you got bored while waiting so a 'short nap' wouldn't be too bad. Wakasa stared up at you. "y/n, are you alive?", no response so he just went up and pecked you on your lips in hopes of waking you up but you didn't budge. He sat up on the couch and leaned his head of on the back to study your face more intently, the faintest smile tugging on his lips. "Pretty."

Wakasa sat there, unmoving, as he kept staring at you as if this was the last time he'd see you — counting your lashes and watching how your nose moved which each breath. He kissed you again and again, a fourth time — Wakasa kept kissing every part of your face except your lips in hopes you'd wake up and kiss him but you didn't.

Wakasa had already grown beyond annoyed so he just shook you away, fingers wrapped around your biceps. "y/n, wake up baby.", to his fortune you did wake up and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck. "Stupid Wakasa.", he just laughed — accepting that he was 'stupid' just because you were awake.

[hyuckmov]

haechan — settle down pt.2 (rockstar hyuck) | preview note: scene is no longer in part 2 but will appear in part 3! part 2 is posted here

wc: 325 part 1 here a/n: still have so much to write. the part 3 allegations might be real....thought you guys should have a look at another side of their dynamic to come :) taglist is still open, let me know what u think!

he's still lost in thought when the dressing room door opens softly, the lock turning gently in the door barely louder than a whisper. 

"haechan?" 

he turns, and you're there. you're wearing a new dress, probably the shortest one he's ever seen on you, black glittery fabric barely brushing the tops of your thighs. but he doesn't linger on your body, his eyes seeking out your own, the flush of anticipation and adrenaline in your cheeks, the way your hair falls slightly loose, framing your face. the question is on the tip of his tongue, his lips are parting, his breath catches in his throat –  

" – don't worry," you say, breathlessly, as you catch the look on his face. "no one saw me." 

oh. 

walking towards him, your arms wrap around his neck, brushing your lips against his cheek. pulling away, you peer at him, wondering why he's looking at you so lost. like he's been wondering something since he laid eyes on you tonight.

you frown. "were you going to ask me something else?" 

his lips part, soundlessly. you've never seen him so speechless. his arms tentatively circle around your waist, fingers brushing the fabric of your dress, and understanding dawns on you. 

"yes, it's a new dress," you smile. 

he swallows, the cloudy look clearing from his eyes as he finally runs his heavy touch down your back, a feeling you've grown used to. 

his tone is slightly darker when he plays along, masking the traces of disappointment. "for me?" 

you nod, letting his hands wander to the zipper, eyes traveling to the mirror to catch the way he fiddles with it, slowly dragging it down your spine. 

what you don't catch, is the way he's looking at you – lip caught between his teeth, eyes focused on the side of your face, regret and sadness and a desire he still couldn't shake coursing through his body.