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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
almost home
oozey mess
🪼
One Nice Bug Per Day
#extradirty
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Xuebing Du
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@mvkas
MVKAS BAKERY
our baker loves to bake some yummy cakes!!
some of them aren't ready yet but the loyal customers loves the ones that are and they recommend them!!
some cakes are too hard to make so please follow and order off the menu only
have fun tasting!!
i have a pc holder that i have a love-hate relationship with:
it looks so cute right?
the charms and the cat theme is what made me buy it and i maight go back to get a another one BUTTT
i hate it bc when i put a pc in this is how almost all of them look in it
and i hate the cat fac on it (eyes+mouth) the whiskers are fine they don't get in the way but the face is what i hate
how do i get rid of it???
edit: ( i swear if someone says "acetone" kys it doesn't fucking work)
soft!Myoui Mina headcannons based on this req from anon
i chose mina for this bc when i originally saw this req i had just got a mina pc!! (the pc is at the bottom if you wanna see)
guys i ran out of reqs please i need more!
• She remembers the smallest details about people without even trying. She’ll casually remember your favorite drink order, the name of your childhood pet, or a random story you told months ago, and bring it up so naturally that you’re left wondering how she even remembered in the first place.
• She isn’t very expressive with her affection, but she’s constantly showing she cares through her actions. she's the type to quietly hand you a jacket when you look like you're cold, save you the last piece of dessert, or make sure you get home safely and she never ever makes a big deal out of it.
• Mina loves comfortable silence and sees it as a sign of trust. She could spend hours sitting beside you while reading, watching a movie, or doing her own thing without feeling like she needs to fill every silence with words.
• She’s incredibly observant and often notices when you or anyone else is stressed or upset before anyone else. Rather than drawing attention to it, she'd gently check in on you in private or find a subtle way to make your day a little easier.
• Although she seems independent, she’s secretly very affectionate with people she’s close to. She’ll naturally gravitate toward them, sit beside them whenever possible, and unconsciously seek out their presence when she’s tired or having a rough day.
• One of Mina’s favorite ways to show she cares is by sharing things she enjoys. Whether it’s a song she thinks you’ll like, a picture of a cute cat she saw, or a recommendation for a movie, sending those things is her quiet way of saying she was thinking about you.
• Mina gets flustered whenever she receives genuine compliments. She’ll smile shyly, look away, laugh softly, and immediately try to change the subject because she never quite knows how to respond when all the attention is on her.
• Despite her gentle nature, Mina becomes surprisingly protective of the people she loves. She rarely gets angry, but if someone hurts a person she cares about, her calm demeanor turns into a quiet firmness that makes it very clear where she stands.
^^^pc^^^
isn't she cute??
i want to own this
reqs are still open btw😭😭😭
please request
i just got outed by one of my best friends..
#happy pride to me ig
this story was based on this request from @lemonlime101 so i rlly hope you enjoy!!
paring: jisung x chef!reader
warnings: open-ish ending, not proofread, kindarude!reader, spelling/grammar mistakes
this story is completely fictional please keep in mind i do NOT own skz, their music, or them themselves. i only own the story!! so remember to separate it from reality as i do NOT want legal trouble
The warm lights reflected off polished wood tables, casting soft golden shadows across the nearly empty dining room. You preferred it this way quiet, predictable, manageable.
Most people saw restaurants as loud places full of conversation and clattering dishes. They never saw this part the calm of no customers.
You leaned against the stainless steel counter and checked the clock.
2:30pm
Also know as rush hour. Yet based on the way it looked right now someone could've mistaken it for the slowest hour of the restaurant.
You start wiping down the counters, having nothing else to do, when you see a giant group of people walking up. Including a cameracrew, stylists, what looked to be managers, and presumably the stars of the show, eight men sticking out like a sore thumb against the sea of black clothes.
As the head chef and co-manager, all parties, and events that need the full restaurant space need to be ran by you so you can prep the menu.
As you slip out from behind the counter and walk towards the group almost immediately they all look at you, except for a few stragglers.
"I'm sorry to bother but if i could speak to the leader/manger of this party?"
A man with an earpiece and all black steps forward. "Yeah that would be me, how can i help you?"
"I need to know when this was arranged and who you spoke to about this."
"We called in, i think, three weeks ago,” he pauses. “and we spoke to the head manager. Jihyo, i think her name was?"
As if she was listening, you get a text from her briefing you about the situation.
"Ahh ok i see now. How many people would be eating, and is there a specific menu you'd like?"
"Eight people will be eating and no thanks we'll take the regular menu please"
"No problem, make yourselves comfortable."
While the group starts preparing themselves for what looks to be filming you begin to prep the food.
You dont really pay much attention to them at first.
Celebrity guests weren’t exactly new to you. Influencers, actors, athletes people with cameras following them around tended to find their way into your restaurant eventually.
What was rare was how loud this particular group was.
Even from the kitchen you could hear laughter erupting every few minutes.
You were halfway through plating appetizers when someone suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the counter.
You looked up.
One of the idols.
The one with fluffy brown hair.
He was staring directly at what you were making.
“Can i help you?” you asked flatly.
His eyes widened.
“No, i was just looking.”
“At the kitchen?”
“At the food.”
You returned your attention to the plate.
“Then look from over there.”
The man laughed.
Actually laughed.
As if you had said something funny.
“You’re scary.”
“You’re in my kitchen.”
“Technically I’m not.”
You looked up.
Unfortunately, he was right.
The customer side of the counter.
Barely.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
You blinked.
“What?”
“Your name.”
“Why?”
“So i know what to call the person who’s threatening me with their eyes.”
You stared at him and he grinned right back at you.
Unfortunately, he had one of those smiles.
The ones that make it difficult to stay annoyed.
“Chef.”
“That’s not a name.”
“That’s what everyone calls me.”
He dramatically sighed.
“Fine then in that case, I’m Idol.”
“Congratulations.”
“You really don’t care who i am.”
“Not really.”
His expression somehow looked delighted by that.
Before he could continue bothering you, someone behind him pulled him away.
“Come! They’re starting!”
He pointed at you.
“We’re not done talking.”
“We never started talking.”
Then you turned away.
The cameras began rolling shortly afterward.
For nearly an hour everything went smoothly.
Food went out.
The crew filmed.
Customers came in and out.
Easy.
Then “Idol” became a problem.
A very specific problem.
Because apparently he had decided that bothering you was entertaining.
Every time he passed the kitchen, there was a comment.
“That smells amazing”, or “Do you ever sit down?”
You ignored all of them.
Well, tried to.
The fourth time he asked if you had smiled today, you pointed toward the dining room and said,
“Go sit down.”
His laughter echoed through the restaurant.
Unfortunately, the cameras caught that too.
By the end of filming you were exhausted.
The crew packed equipment.
The managers discussed schedules.
The other members gathered their things.
You were already mentally preparing tomorrow’s inventory list when someone slid into a stool at the counter.
You didn’t need to look up.
“You’re still here.”
“You sound disappointed.”
“I am.”
“Ouch.”
You finally looked at him.
For the first time all day, he wasn’t smiling.
Not fully.
Just watching you.
Curious.
“You really don’t know us?”
“No.”
“None of us?”
“No.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“Wow.”
“Am i supposed to know you?”
He laughed again.
“There it is.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The attitude.”
“I don’t have an attitude.”
“You absolutely have an attitude.”
You pointed toward the door.
He pointed back at you.
For some reason that made you want to throw a dish towel at him.
A manager appeared before you got the chance and waved him over.
“Come on we gotta go.”
“Coming.”
The idol stood.
For a second you thought that was finally the end of it.
Then he paused.
“The food was really good.”
The sincerity caught you off guard.
No teasing.
No joking.
Just honesty.
“Thanks.”
His smile returned immediately.
“See you around, Chef.”
You watched him leave.
Then immediately forgot about him.
Or at least that’s what you told yourself.
Three weeks later, the production company called.
They wanted another filming session.
And apparently he specifically requested your restaurant.
That was the moment you realized he was going to become a problem.
this was so bad.
please point out EVERY and ANY spelling mistakes you see
he looks so good in the first clip omg
omg stop my heart 😭
i'm so stupid. i posted the story and it wasn't ready
this story was based on this request from @lemonlime101 so i rlly hope you enjoy!!
paring: jisung x chef!reader
warnings: open-ish ending, not proofread, kindarude!reader, spelling/grammar mistakes
this story is completely fictional please keep in mind i do NOT own skz, their music, or them themselves. i only own the story!! so remember to separate it from reality as i do NOT want legal trouble
The warm lights reflected off polished wood tables, casting soft golden shadows across the nearly empty dining room. You preferred it this way quiet, predictable, manageable.
Most people saw restaurants as loud places full of conversation and clattering dishes. They never saw this part the calm of no customers.
You leaned against the stainless steel counter and checked the clock.
2:30pm
Also know as rush hour. Yet based on the way it looked right now someone could've mistaken it for the slowest hour of the restaurant.
You start wiping down the counters, having nothing else to do, when you see a giant group of people walking up. Including a cameracrew, stylists, what looked to be managers, and presumably the stars of the show, eight men sticking out like a sore thumb against the sea of black clothes.
As the head chef and co-manager, all parties, and events that need the full restaurant space need to be ran by you so you can prep the menu.
As you slip out from behind the counter and walk towards the group almost immediately they all look at you, except for a few stragglers.
"I'm sorry to bother but if i could speak to the leader/manger of this party?"
A man with an earpiece and all black steps forward. "Yeah that would be me, how can i help you?"
"I need to know when this was arranged and who you spoke to about this."
"We called in, i think, three weeks ago,” he pauses. “and we spoke to the head manager. Jihyo, i think her name was?"
As if she was listening, you get a text from her briefing you about the situation.
"Ahh ok i see now. How many people would be eating, and is there a specific menu you'd like?"
"Eight people will be eating and no thanks we'll take the regular menu please"
"No problem, make yourselves comfortable."
While the group starts preparing themselves for what looks to be filming you begin to prep the food.
You dont really pay much attention to them at first.
Celebrity guests weren’t exactly new to you. Influencers, actors, athletes people with cameras following them around tended to find their way into your restaurant eventually.
What was rare was how loud this particular group was.
Even from the kitchen you could hear laughter erupting every few minutes.
You were halfway through plating appetizers when someone suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the counter.
You looked up.
One of the idols.
The one with fluffy brown hair.
He was staring directly at what you were making.
“Can i help you?” you asked flatly.
His eyes widened.
“No, i was just looking.”
“At the kitchen?”
“At the food.”
You returned your attention to the plate.
“Then look from over there.”
The man laughed.
Actually laughed.
As if you had said something funny.
“You’re scary.”
“You’re in my kitchen.”
“Technically I’m not.”
You looked up.
Unfortunately, he was right.
The customer side of the counter.
Barely.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
You blinked.
“What?”
“Your name.”
“Why?”
“So i know what to call the person who’s threatening me with their eyes.”
You stared at him and he grinned right back at you.
Unfortunately, he had one of those smiles.
The ones that make it difficult to stay annoyed.
“Chef.”
“That’s not a name.”
“That’s what everyone calls me.”
He dramatically sighed.
“Fine then in that case, I’m Idol.”
“Congratulations.”
“You really don’t care who i am.”
“Not really.”
His expression somehow looked delighted by that.
Before he could continue bothering you, someone behind him pulled him away.
“Come! They’re starting!”
He pointed at you.
“We’re not done talking.”
“We never started talking.”
Then you turned away.
The cameras began rolling shortly afterward.
For nearly an hour everything went smoothly.
Food went out.
The crew filmed.
Customers came in and out.
Easy.
Then “Idol” became a problem.
A very specific problem.
Because apparently he had decided that bothering you was entertaining.
Every time he passed the kitchen, there was a comment.
“That smells amazing”, or “Do you ever sit down?”
You ignored all of them.
Well, tried to.
The fourth time he asked if you had smiled today, you pointed toward the dining room and said,
“Go sit down.”
His laughter echoed through the restaurant.
Unfortunately, the cameras caught that too.
By the end of filming you were exhausted.
The crew packed equipment.
The managers discussed schedules.
The other members gathered their things.
You were already mentally preparing tomorrow’s inventory list when someone slid into a stool at the counter.
You didn’t need to look up.
“You’re still here.”
“You sound disappointed.”
“I am.”
“Ouch.”
You finally looked at him.
For the first time all day, he wasn’t smiling.
Not fully.
Just watching you.
Curious.
“You really don’t know us?”
“No.”
“None of us?”
“No.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“Wow.”
“Am i supposed to know you?”
He laughed again.
“There it is.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The attitude.”
“I don’t have an attitude.”
“You absolutely have an attitude.”
You pointed toward the door.
He pointed back at you.
For some reason that made you want to throw a dish towel at him.
A manager appeared before you got the chance and waved him over.
“Come on we gotta go.”
“Coming.”
The idol stood.
For a second you thought that was finally the end of it.
Then he paused.
“The food was really good.”
The sincerity caught you off guard.
No teasing.
No joking.
Just honesty.
“Thanks.”
His smile returned immediately.
“See you around, Chef.”
You watched him leave.
Then immediately forgot about him.
Or at least that’s what you told yourself.
Three weeks later, the production company called.
They wanted another filming session.
And apparently he specifically requested your restaurant.
That was the moment you realized he was going to become a problem.
this was so bad.
please point out EVERY and ANY spelling mistakes you see
xlov_official: I’mma be your 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄🤭
my queens are so hot
for an idea starter could you
maybe do a soft!member headcanons
any group is fine i don't mind!
second req?? 🥹🥹🥹 i'm in heaven
i feel bad so here's a spoiler
im so mad rn. where tf did my draft just go
i'm so crazy thing heh... my entire story is gone. so i might need to push that shit back to july 1.. heh... whose fault is this!! ima kill em!!
(it's my fault bruh, i forgot to save...)
«"x reader" aren't even that good-»
who tf is jessica?
