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hello, are you still active and taking request?

Hello! I apologize for the late repply! I have been busy lately but I am still taking requests. :)

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I’m glad you liked it! I really tried to make sure the reader was similar to you, haha. And I also don’t like lemon pie, but I don’t really like pie in general haha!

Thanks for reading!

Lemon Pie is a Fucking Disgrace

Pairing: barista!Jaebeom x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, cafe AU

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 1763

Summary: You definitely weren’t expected to end up debating the ethics of lemon pie, but you aren’t going to complain if it means you get to spend time with a cute barista.

@cheriebeom​ Hello! I am your secret santa. Writing with bad grammar was very painful to my soul, but it was necessary to hide my identity ;) I hope you enjoy this story.

And I would like to apologise for using @aglassofpinkchampagne​ as a spy—I didn’t want the story to be any later than it was so as well as my anons I used her to sneak some info out of you. I know that’s not really how secret santa works but let us pretend this once :) She also made the banner for this fic.

“Good morning!” You smile at the barista who greeted you. He’s handsome, you’ll admit, with his sharp features and eyes. A grey beanie sits atop his head, pushing back his raven locks. “What can I get you?”

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Lemon Pie is a Fucking Disgrace

Pairing: barista!Jaebeom x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, cafe AU

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 1763

Summary: You definitely weren’t expected to end up debating the ethics of lemon pie, but you aren’t going to complain if it means you get to spend time with a cute barista.

@cheriebeom​ Hello! I am your secret santa. Writing with bad grammar was very painful to my soul, but it was necessary to hide my identity ;) I hope you enjoy this story.

And I would like to apologise for using @aglassofpinkchampagne​ as a spy—I didn’t want the story to be any later than it was so as well as my anons I used her to sneak some info out of you. I know that’s not really how secret santa works but let us pretend this once :) She also made the banner for this fic.

“Good morning!” You smile at the barista who greeted you. He’s handsome, you’ll admit, with his sharp features and eyes. A grey beanie sits atop his head, pushing back his raven locks. “What can I get you?”

At his question, your eyes slide up to the menu again. “Can I get an iced matcha with whipped cream?” The barista nods, inputting your order into the system as you slide your card in the slot to pay.

“A good choice, although not one I see this early in the morning usually,” he makes small talk. Usually, you dislike it, but somehow it feels natural with him.

“Not one I would usually make either, but I’ve been really into matcha lately.” There’s no one waiting behind you so you don’t really feel bad about continuing the conversation. The bari– Jaebeom, on his nametag, nods. “Matcha is delicious, although I am more of a coffee guy.”

“Sounds like you got a fitting job then,” you joke, pleased to see a wide grin split Jaebeom’s face.

“Believe it or not, I actually hate this job,” he laughs. “Sure I like coffee, but far too many people complain about the weirdest things. Here’s your drink.” As he slides your cup towards you, you thank him.

“I understand, I work in customer service as well, although not in food service for a while. Have a good day!” He nods in acknowledgement of your words and you make your way to a quiet table in the corner.

You came to the cafe to prepare for your finals and finish up a few projects, but you find that after barely two hours you’ve found yourself daydreaming about that barista. You blame the time of the day. If you came to the cafe in the evening, you would have had too much on your mind to care about how cute the barista is.

Yes, you are brilliant at focusing on one thing at a time.

You don’t really know how long you have been staring at your PDF with glossed over eyes, but when someone stands at your table and puts a plate down, you blink for the first time in a while and your eyes burn. You look up and to your right to see Jaebeom standing by your table, apron and all.

Jaebeom smiles down at you, eyes more gentle than before. “Lost in thought?” You can only nod, surprised at the “visit”. “I brought you a plate.”

You snort, looking at the plain, white, empty plate. “Thanks, but what is it for? I didn’t order anything.”

“I know. So what would you like to eat?” Jaebeom’s smile is lopsided and adorable. “I recommend the lemon pie.”

“I hate lemon pie. It’s a fucking disgrace.” You can’t help but laugh at how defeated Jaebeom looks.

“Please tell me you at least like mint choco?” You decide to refrain from hurting his feelings by saying that you have no strong opinion on it, and instead just nod.

“But seriously,” you quickly add, “I don’t need anything.”

Jaebeom snorts, an eyebrow (pierced, your heart screams) raised. “It has been three hours since you came in, and for the past hour, you have just been staring into space.”

Your mouth opens and closes, not unlike a very confused fish. He had been keeping an eye on you? “I–” You don’t even know what to say. Jaebeom laughs again.

“Tell you what,” Jaebeom starts, “I’ll surprise you with a dessert—not lemon pie, I promise—and if you don’t like it, I’ll pay for it.”

“Sure, sounds fair!” You feel like this might turn into a bad idea, but you never know, and you’re willing to take a chance with this cutie. Plus, there’s a chance for a free dessert! Jaebeom winks and turns and leaves to grab your surprise dessert. As you wait, you can’t help but let a smile creep up on your face. It definitely isn’t the usual start to your day, but you aren’t complaining. Jaebeom is cute.

When he returns, the dessert he chose is hidden in a bowl and a spatula covering it. “Close your eyes,” Jaebeom orders and you comply. You can hear clattering and your curiosity grows. “You can look now!”

The dessert in front of you looks absolutely divine. You can’t tell if it’s apple cobbler or apple cake, but you want to dig in immediately. A fork is procured by Jaebeom and you take it gratefully. “Thanks.” You remember your manners before you dig in. It’s a good thing that you did too, since as soon as the food enters your mouth you almost cry from how heavenly it tastes and all thoughts fly out of your head.

“Apple cinnamon cheesecake,” Jaebeom announces proudly. “Judging by the look on your face, you like it.”

You swear if you were in an anime, your eyes would be huge and sparkly. “I love it,” you emphasize, beaming up at him. “How much do I owe?”

Jaebeom laughs again, and you take a mental picture of the way his eyes scrunch up. “I’m glad,and there’s no need to pay,” he hums. You open your mouth to protest, but Jaebeom winks and all protests die on your tongue. Damn, he already winked before and yet you are still swooning. “I know it’s a little heavy for the morning, but it’s easily one of our best desserts…next to the lemon pie of course.”

You let your face morph into one of disgust. “Do not utter that evil dessert’s name in front of this heavenly one.” You know you sound a little silly, but it’s worth it, seeing Jaebeom’s adorable smile stay on his face.

“What is so bad about lemon pie anyway?” He sides into the seat opposite you and you try to refrain from letting your face show how pleased you are.

“Oh, my God, don’t get me started,” you roll your eyes hard enough that they could pop out of your head. “If I want toast with lemon marmalade, I can make that quick and easy. Lemon pie is just unnecessary, and much too bitter. Lemon is fine generally, but the numpty that puts it in the pie should be jailed. What even is the point of lemon pie? Who invented it? It looks amazing but it’s totally inedible. I’d much rather munch on lemon jello with ritz crackers than eat a lemon pie.”

Jaebeom laughs out loud, throwing his head back. “That was definitely an original way of describing your hatred. I, on the other hand, like lemon pie just fine. In fact, I make amazing lemon pie. I’ll have to make you some to convince you.”

You roll your eyes again. You are always serious about your lemon pie. “Sure you do. I will have to hold you to the highest standard when I judge your pies.” You don’t really know what else to say after that, but thankfully Jaebeom seems willing to keep this conversation going. You silently thank the gods that no other customer has entered the building yet.

“So, are you studying?” Jaebeom asks, nodding towards your laptop.

“Ah, unfortunately, yes,” you sigh dramatically. “As much as I wish I could just be watching cute cat videos, my finals are coming up and I have some projects to get done.”

Jaebeom hums. “That’s really neat, though. What is your field of focus?”

“Digital design,” you sigh, looking at your laptop screen. “I like it enough, but sometimes I just get so frustrated. But I’m almost finished with my degree, and I do enjoy it most of the time, so I will just stick through and see where it takes me.”

Jaebeom hums, tilting his head. “Well, that’s admirable. Digital design is super cool, lots of creativity goes into it. What made you pursue it?”

You hum, poking at your cake. “It’s basically a combination of all that I love. Art, computers, problem solving. All of that interests me. What about you?”

Jaebeom plants his elbows on the table. “Film and photography double major. A pain in the ass, but worth it.” He smiles again, still crooked. “Looks like we’re both focusing on the arts. So you’re in your last year? I graduate next year.”

“Yeah. Almost done with school.” You agree, and then the realisation hits you. “Oh, my God. I’m almost done with school.”

Jaebeom guffaws, head thrown back and teeth looking ready to pop out. “Well, good luck on your studies,” he winks, “and enjoy that cake. I need to go back to work or else my boss will kill me.”

You barely have time to nod and smile before he’s gone, back at the counter, and you have to go back to focusing on school. But, when another two hours have passed, your plates have been emptied and cleared (by a coworker, not Jaebeom you are sad to say), it is time for you to go. You cast one quick glance to the counter, but Jaebeom isn’t there, so you pack up and head out the door.

You don’t get very far, however, when you hear the door slam behind you again and footsteps run up to you. A hand on your shoulder spins you around and you come face to face with Jaebeom. “...Hi?” you stammer out.

“Canigiveyoumynumber?” Jaebeom rushes out, but he takes a deep breath and tries again. “Can I give you my number?” You gape like a fish.

“What? I mean, sure, but what?” Your speaking ability is astonishing right now, and Jaebeom smiles sheepishly.

“Yeah, sorry, it’s a little sudden. I meant to ask you before you left but I dropped a bunch of containers. I really owe my coworker the tips today.” Jaebeom laughs bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck, and you smile at his cute antics.

“Well, then, how could I let you return empty handed?” You say, pulling out your phone. “Plus, I’ll give you a chance to change my mind on lemon pie.”

Jaebeom beams, taking the phone you offered him and inputting his number. “I promise to do my best.” A pause. “I have to get back to work.” He looks so upset that you can’t help but to giggle.

“Go, go, before your coworker decides to take part of your pay too. I promise to call you.” You wave him off, smiling as he retreats, a goofy smile still on his face. Even if his lemon pie will turn out disgusting as it always is whenever you try it, you think you will still keep talking to him.

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The First (Jinyoung Drabble)

Pairing: Jinyoung x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack

Word Count: 235

Summary: The first ‘I love you’ should be special...right?

Warnings: None

“I love you.” Those three simple words have shaken Jinyoung to his core. Sure, he loves you and knows you love him, but Jinyoung is a man of tradition. The first ‘I love you’ should be a special moment, romantic and sweet. Not in the middle of doing laundry.

“You...don’t have to say it back.” Your quiet voice brings Jinyoung out of his thoughts. “I just wanted to tell you tha–”

Jinyoung cuts you off, pressing his lips to yours feverishly. “I love you too.” His words are rushed, but his voice carries them thick with emotion, and you smile at him and wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him once more.

Just as he leans in for a third kiss, however you pause. “I’m sorry I messed up your ‘First-I-Love-U-Dinner plan,” you muse.

His grip tightens on your waist. “How did you find out?” He’s almost dreading the answer.

You shrug. “Jackson told me.” Jinyoung’s eyes narrow and you make a point to text Jackson later to warn him.

Sometime later, somewhere on the other side of Seoul, Jackson checks his phone halfway through dinner with Jaebeom. He audibly gulps. “Hyung…” Jaebeom looks up from his kimchi hot pot slowly. “...hyung, I think I’m going to die tonight. Jinyoungie’s going to kill me.”

Jaebeom rolls his eyes and returns to his food. Jackson’s just being over dramatic as usual.

Right? (Wrong.)

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I am Jincore as well. The post is the very top message. I don’t stan BTS, but I suppose this is accurate from what Olivia tells me.

what btscore are you?

tagged by @hantaev, @jungkooksbroski and @swcetnight

i got jincore!! ur jincore ! u are a delicate pretty person and that reflects in ur aesthetic ! u have a comforting presence also u probably like to take pictures of ur food lol

take pictures of my food is wildly accurate lmao, really cute quiz!!

take it here

tagging; @erotikkook​, @chemicalpink​, @pjmsdior​, @petiteyoon​, @hoebii​, @ddaechwita​, @bratzkoo​, @sopeverse​, @vantezza​, @voiceswithoutlips​, @taegularities​, @joheunsaram​, @opaljm​, @monvante​, @moccahobi​, @minloop​

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The Link

Gemini: Yellow or Light Blue. Tourmaline or Agate. Lavender or Lily-of-the-valley. Parsley or Fennel. Licorice or Lemon. Chess or Puzzle games. Black or White tea. Twitter or Snapchat. Butterflies or Small Birds. Riesling or Jagermeister. Flute or Clarinet. Magic words or Enchanted books. Walnuts or Hazelnuts. Blogging or Private Journaling. Having a pen pal or Joining a club. Trickster-like powers/short-term illusions or Ability to manipulate electricity/technology. Aries or Leo.

this or that | zodiac signs edition tag

tagged by: @ssssssul

Capricorn: Grey or Brown. Jet or Garnet. Poppy or Pansy. Sage or Wintergreen. Cello or Viola. Antique collecting or Genealogy. Pottery or Jewelry Making. Bears or Bats. The smell of Cedar or Pine. Woodworking or Metalworking. Hellebore or Hollyhock. Enhanced senses or Magical Runes. Kissing in the rain or Cuddling by a fireplace. Michael Kors or Kate Spade. Shape-shifting or Biological Manipulation. People Watching or Exploring an abandoned building. Scorpio or Pisces

@limjaeseven @flurrys-creativity @aroseforyoongi @dontbekoifish @ditttiii @kerikaaria @mygsii

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I listen to classical music.

Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle

- Habanera, Carmen, Georges Bizet

your last words before you die are the 3rd line of the last song you listened to. what are we saying ladies?

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Smoothie (Yugyeom Drabble)

Word Count: 141

Pairing: Yugyeom x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Don’t put too many grapes in a smoothie

Genre: Fluff, crack

“No, don’t add grapes,” you scold for the umpteenth time. Yugyeom frowned at you.

“I feel like they’d be fun to add, though.” You shake your head, but Yugyeom keeps pouting. Oh my God.

“FIne, add the damn grapes,” you groan, so done with your boyfriend’s antics. “But don’t blame me when you throw the rest of it away.” Yugyeom hums, ignoring your warning and dumping more grapes than what you would deem acceptable into the blender.

“But”—you know what’s coming and sigh internally—”don’t you think it would be a grape addition?”

Instead of responding, you just turn around and start heading out of the kitchen. Yugyeom’s cackling laughter follows after you as he starts up the blender. But you know that later on, when Yugyeom starts complaining about an upset stomach you wil be the one with the last laugh.

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Domesticism (BamBam drabble)

Pairing: Platonic BamBam x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: BamBam likes to think he’s a nice roommate. You think so too, but you’re not going to tell him that.

Word Count: 233

Warnings: One use of damn.

Your bones crack as you shift in your seat, loud enough to draw the attention of your friend and roommate, BamBam. “Damn, you heard your bones crack, right? Maybe you should see a chiropractor,” he says, looking up from his phone with a raised eyebrow.

You shrug, not looking up from the dissertation you were writing. “One of these days when I have the time. I’m too busy right now.” BamBam doesn’t let up.

“Didn’t you say it hurts when you move your head too much? That’s a bit weird.”

You still don’t look up. “Nah, I’m sure it’ll go away in a bit. It’s not on the top of my worries.” Another page, another paragraph. BamBam sighs. He gets up, shifting, but you still don’t look up.

However, when his bony, cold, hands press into your neck, you jump in your seat and turn to look at him, wincing at the crick in your neck. “Bam? What are you doing?”

BamBam just scowls at you, but you can see the laugh in his eyes. “Shut up, I’m trying to be nice and make you relax. Go write your dissertation, dumbass.”

You laugh, leaning into his touch and continue writing. BamBam smiles at the back of your head endearingly as his hands work out the knots in your back. It’s almost sickeningly domestic but he doesn’t mind, and he hopes you don’t either.

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Crackers (Youngjae Drabble)

Word Count: 140

Pairing: Youngjae x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Don’t eat crackers if you’re full.

Genre: Fluff

This is a PSA to @birbdae, she kept me up because she was eating crackers and didn’t feel well afterwards.

“You really shouldn’t have eaten that much,” you say without looking up from your laptop. Youngjae whines pitifully into the couch cushions. “I told you not to eat so many crackers. What in heaven’s name possessed you?”

Youngjae turns his face to barely glance at you. “It wasn��t bad at the moment, it hurts now,” he groans, turning back into the couch cushions.

You just roll your eyes, sparking a look at your suffering boyfriend whining on the couch. With a sigh, you leave your warm and comfy spot on the beanbag and sit on the edge of the couch. Youngjae stops his groaning for a moment to peek at you curiously. Your hand comes to rest at his shoulder blade, patting it gently as you talk about nothing in particular. It’s just relaxing as Youngjae melts into your touch.

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I'm glad my structure and sentence mirroring worked! Honestly, I was a bit worried to see how it would pan out so I'm happy to hear it was good and understandable. Thank you once again!

Mirror Image (Jackson drabble)

Trigger warning: suicide, and dealing with the aftermath of it

Genre: Angst

Pariring: Jackson x Reader

Word count: 155

Worldwide suicide hotlines

Please, if you need someone to talk to, my ask is always open.

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I really appreciate that! I don't think I'm very good at this, so I appreciate your love. :)

이젠 내가 할게 (Thank You, Sorry)

Pairing: None

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of bullying

Word count: 1381

Summary: Yugyeom grows up

This was written for the Flight Log: The Journey project by @got7writerscollective!

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I'm sorry, I don't know how I missed this notification. Thank you for reading andenjoying! I had fun writing this.

이젠 내가 할게 (Thank You, Sorry)

Pairing: None

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of bullying

Word count: 1381

Summary: Yugyeom grows up

This was written for the Flight Log: The Journey project by @got7writerscollective!

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Kiss (Lim Jaebeom Drabble)

Word Count: 198

Pairing: Jaebeom x gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Summary: The war of the cheek kisses ended anticlimatically.

It all started with a kiss.

When Jaebeom finally came home from work, you pecked his cheek and darted away before he could return the favour. And then he pecked yours when you were cooking dinner.

And now, it was war. You got him when he was in the middle of brushing his teeth, he got you when you were feeding the cats. A truce was made when the two of you went to bed, but when morning broke, the competition rose.

Jaebeom cornered you when you wre showering and you managed to get him right before he left for wrk. The entire day both of you were planning to surprise each other when Jaebeom returned. A lot of planning went into it, Jaebeom even used his lunch break to discuss his plan with his coworker Jinyoung (who thought he was an idiot.)

But at the end of the day, when Jaebeom returned home, you leapt at him like the day the war first started, but he also made a grab for you, accidentally hitting both your heads together.

“Maybe...maybe we should call the war off,” you groaned, holding a wrapped ice-pack to your forehead. Jaebeom agreed heartily.

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Haha, no comment. ;)

Hide and Seek (BamBam Drabble)

Pairing: BamBam x gn!reader

Genre: Thriller, suspense

Warnings: Nothing explicit, there is no context. It could be a fun game, it could be scary. I don't know what warnings to put to be frank.

Summary: Let's play a short game of hide and seek with BamBam.

Word Count: 89

"Get out of the closet," you can hear BamBam's sickly sweet voice calling to you. You don't respond, holding the door close than ever. "Sweetheart, come out."

You wouldn't. Your heart raced, hands becoming sticky with sweat and making the doorhandle slippery. BamBam's footsteps stop and you can see the shadow of his feet under the door.

Your stomach dropped, and the door slips out of your hands as BamBam throws it open with such force it dents the wall. His thick lips pull into a wide smile.

"Hello."

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Hide and Seek (BamBam Drabble)

Pairing: BamBam x gn!reader

Genre: Thriller, suspense

Warnings: Nothing explicit, there is no context. It could be a fun game, it could be scary. I don't know what warnings to put to be frank.

Summary: Let's play a short game of hide and seek with BamBam.

Word Count: 89

"Get out of the closet," you can hear BamBam's sickly sweet voice calling to you. You don't respond, holding the door close than ever. "Sweetheart, come out."

You wouldn't. Your heart raced, hands becoming sticky with sweat and making the doorhandle slippery. BamBam's footsteps stop and you can see the shadow of his feet under the door.

Your stomach dropped, and the door slips out of your hands as BamBam throws it open with such force it dents the wall. His thick lips pull into a wide smile.

"Hello."

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Flower Book (Jackson Wang Drabble)

Pairing: Jackson Wang x gn!Reader

Word Count: 195

Warnings: None

Summary: I don't know what this is, I just saw a video on YouTube where they call their spoouse by their first name and the spouse thinks they're in trouble. What is Youtube.

Genre: Fluff

"Hey, Jackson, can you get me my pressed flower book? It should be on the coffee table," you call out, hands covered in guache paint that you accidentally spilt on the kitchen counter. You had cleaned the counter as best you could with an old towl but the paint stayed on your hands.

Your husband pokes his head around the corner, obviously surprised, but you don't notice. "What? What did you call me?"

At that question, your eyebrow raises and you look up from your painting study. "Jackson...why?"

Jackson frowns. "Did I forget our anniversary? Is it your birthday?"

"No? Can't I call you Jackson?" Your dumbass of a husband pouts, coming around and hugging you so tight you can barely breathe. "Jacks?"

"I thought you were mad at me."

"Jackson, you have a name, I'm going to use it. Can you get me my book?" You return to painting but the arms around your waist and arms make it hard. "Seun, if you don't let go I really am going to be mad."

Instead of responding, Jackson just places a wet kiss on your cheek, making you wince and wipe it with your forearm.