elaborate cakes

anonymous asked:

First kisses with the boys?

Your first kiss with Noctis is kind of an accident. You met him while he and his friends were traveling outside of the Crown City. You were friends with Cindy and often frequented the garage with your feline companion, a little black cat who liked to sit on your shoulders. Cindy introduced you to the Prince and his friends, and you got to know them every time they came by for a tune up on the car, which became increasingly frequent.

Then one day, your cat went missing, and you were completely bereft. You were talking to Cindy about it by the garage and Noctis overheard, offering to look for your cat before anything happened to him. You offered him gil, but he refused, telling you that he just wanted to help.

It was nightfall when he returned to the garage, a little black ball of fur cuddled up in his arms. He smiled at you as he passed him to your open arms, relieved tears rolling down your face. You were so happy that, without thinking, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Noctis’ lips in front of all of his friends.

You regained your senses and pulled away, your eyes wide with embarrassment and his with shock. After a second, he recovered and whispered, “Fuck it,” and kissed you again as the guys cat called the two of you in the background.


You’d known Prompto for years. He was, in fact, one of your closest friends, your first crush, and your next door neighbour. You always excelled in school, whereas Prompto had trouble focusing. Your teachers knew that you lived beside each other, so they asked you to help tutor him to help his grades up. You agreed.

Tutoring Prompto was only a chore because he was so much fun to be around that he was such a distraction. He always wanted to go to the arcade, go for a walk, talk about nothing, play video games and the like.

One day you were feeling bold and decided up the stakes. You told him that if he got all of his math homework done, and it was correct, you’d give him a prize. The excited glint in his eyes made you laugh as he hurried to get his work done. Once he was finished and you checked everything, you told him to close his eyes. He did, and you kissed him.

The second your lips were on his, instead of being shocked, he placed his hand on the back of your neck and held you there, deepening it as you squeaked in surprise. When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless and blushing. He gave you a cheeky grin and asked what he’d get if he finished his history homework, too.


You knew about Gladio’s reputation. You were part of his close friend group and had thought you could just live your life quietly pining over him without ever having to actually confront your feelings. But then one day he asked you out—and you were terrified.

You asked him why. He told you that he liked you, but that small voice in the back of your head kept you skeptical. You asked him about all his past flings, and he told you that they were just that. Meaningless flings, and that he actually liked you and wanted to be with you. You took his words with a grain of salt and agreed to go to dinner with him.

He was on his best behaviour. He actually avoided touching you, because he knew that moving too fast would just end up confirming what you thought about him. It was about six dates in when you finally asked him if he was going to kiss you, or if he even wanted to. His gaze darted from your eyes to your lips, and you had your answer.

You got on your tip toes and kissed him and he responded immediately, but he let you control it at your own pace. You finally pulled away from him and Gladio looked completely dazed. His lips are on you again and you let his tongue explore your mouth. And in his arms, you wonder why you didn’t let him kiss you sooner.


You were at Ignis’ apartment, baking a cake for Prompto’s birthday. Ignis had taught you how to cook and bake, and you figured that he had an elaborate plan for the cake, and you wanted to help decorate it.

You got to his place as he’d pulled the chilled cake from the fridge. You helped him mix up the icing and put it in piping tubes. Soon, there was a beautifully decorated cake on the counter, ready to be brought over to Prompto’s apartment for the party that evening.

Ignis surprised you by pulling a much smaller cake from the fridge, one that he’d made especially for the two of you to share. It was already decorated, and he cut you a slice. You took a forkful and ate it, savouring how delicious and rich it was.

Ignis motioned to your face that you had icing at the corner of your mouth. Before you could wipe it away, he was inches from your face. He leaned in and pressed his lips to the spot, his tongue coming out to lap at the sweetness before barely pulling away. You leaned into him and your lips met in the middle. The taste of sugar was still on his tongue, and you couldn’t help but go in for seconds.

Okay, so I’ve had this stuck in my head lately and I figured I’d get it out here. Consider it my head canon on why Neil doesn’t like sweets. And OMFG, I did something that wasn’t ten pages! I did something short!!! Yay!

Uhm, so yeah, this deals with Neil’s/Nathaniel’s childhood, let’s just say the usual TFC warnings apply (Nathan, shall I say more?).

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Nathaniel was never really allowed chocolates when he was little; his mother would sneer about ‘too-sweet American crap’ and his father… well, his father didn’t believe in ‘spoiling’ him, didn’t believe in any type of treats. The most Nathaniel’s mother would do was give him some hard candy from time to time, little tart balls in bright cellophane which he could suck on to keep quiet.

Quiet was good, and the tart flavors cleared his throat of the thick taste of copper and salt and mucus, of sniffing back his tears or licking away the blood that trickled down from his nose.

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If You’re Not Averse...

Part 2! :) 

Greg walked up to the ornate house, swallowing harshly. His fingers clasped the strings of the red gift bag at his side, nervously raising and lowering it in a stressful fashion. He had no idea what to buy Mycroft Holmes for a Valentine’s Day present; he hoped the other man liked what he’d gotten him. He readjusted his charcoal suit, fluffing his hair and fixing his tie. Before he knocked on the door, Mycroft was already hauling it open and hauling Greg inside, drawing him into a sweet kiss.

When it ended, Greg smiled at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Myc.” He said with a charming smile, proffering the bag to his boyfriend. “It’s not much, but you’re a difficult man to shop for.”

Mycroft chuckled softly and took the bag from the other man, not yet opening it. “Yours is in the kitchen. Come on.” He said, turning on his heel and leading the other man deeper into the house.

When Greg entered the kitchen, he noticed how spotless it was. Mycroft had cleaned the house for this very occasion. Everything was put away as it should have been, except for a small lidded cake plate in the middle of the table. Greg furrowed his brow and glanced at Mycroft.

“Go ahead. That’s your gift, Gregory.” Mycroft said, stepping to the side to let the other man open it. He glanced at the bag in his hand, but he wanted to see Lestrade’s reaction to the cake first. Greg removed the lid from the platter and his eyes widened.

“Whoa…” He gasped, licking his lips as he saw it. “D-did you make this, from scratch?” He glanced up at Mycroft, who had suddenly started blushing. He nodded.

“Do you like it?” Mycroft asked. “Everything I thought about buying you seemed wrong, and since you’re such a great cook I thought, maybe I could tr—

Mycroft never finished his sentence, as it was cut off by Greg’s lips against his. Greg steered him back against the countertop, holding him there and kissing him roughly, but sweetly. The impact was enough to knock the gift bag from Mycroft’s hand.

The passion flowed from the both of them, and Greg grinned into the kiss, drawing away with a chuckle. Mycroft raised his brows. “Should I take that as a yes?” He said, scratching his face a little as Greg turned back to the cake.

“You didn’t have to go through so much trouble. I know you don’t cook that often, let alone bake such an elaborate cake.” Greg’s gaze was positively overflowing with affection at this point.

Mycroft shrugged and waved a hand. “It wasn’t a problem, honestly.” Luckily, years of being a Holmes and acting as the British Government made him an expert liar. Greg whistled, impressed.

“I love it. Thank you. I can’t wait to taste it… if it’s anywhere near as good as the chef, it should be positively exquisite. It’s your turn to open your gift now, Myc.”

Myc glanced at the bag he had been holding, bending over to pick it up. He reached into the bag and withdrew a DVD case. He glanced down at it and saw the title, Roman Holiday. It was a romantic film from the 1950s starring Audrey Hepburn, and it was one of his favorite films of all time. But that wasn’t all; it was a collector’s, platinum edition complete with bonus featurettes and scenes. Mycroft beamed as he looked on it.

“Gregory… this is wonderful!” Mycroft exclaimed, gently enveloping the other man in a hug. “Is this the plan for our first Valentine’s Day, cake and a film?”

“I don’t see why we have to go out and do anything over-the-top. Nights in with you are the best. But instead of watching the movie on your couch, let’s lie in bed and watch it together.” Greg winked at him, and before he could reply further, Mycroft was already dragging him upstairs to his bedroom. Mycroft didn’t have a TV in here, but he had his laptop, and cuddling with his boyfriend in his bed topped the entertainment experience of his home theater system anyway.

Before he opened the DVD case, he withdrew an envelope from his pocket with Greg’s name on it.

“What’s this?” He asked, about to open it. Mycroft tugged it away from him, biting back a smirk. “Not yet. Wait until after the movie.” Greg raised an eyebrow, but nodded as the other man played the film.

As their movie watching experiences went, they heard more of the movie than they saw. And after it was over, even though it was only early evening, they lay in bed together, their noses brushing against each other and their lips pressed together more times than they weren’t. The kisses trailed across each other’s face from their nose, to their cheeks, their jaws, and back to their lips. It was a wonderful night full of joy and affection. Then Mycroft stopped kissing Greg long enough to give him the envelope.

Greg tore into it and scanned the page.

My dear Gregory,

Normally, I am not one for soppy messages and letters of affection, but as I have said many times before, you are the exception to every rule. So here you are, my very first Valentine’s Day message, for my very first Valentine.

When you first asked me to dinner, I was very perplexed by the entire notion. Why would anyone want to have dinner with me, especially someone as delightfully charming and handsome as the best Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard?

But then the relationship kept evolving and improving, until I finally worked up the nerve to ask you to be my boyfriend. And what a night that was!

You have made me an extremely happy man, Gregory, and I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for us as a couple. Although I may not understand affairs of the heart, I understand one thing: I absolutely adore your company and you, and I do believe I have one more gift for you besides that red velvet delight in the kitchen.

If you are not averse to it, I am ready for the world to know about us, the consequences be damned. History cannot define us, and our relationship isn’t predicated upon social norms. Apologies for the rambling, but with your consent, I believe we should let our friends and family know. Whether that is in-person or via social media outlets, I have no preference. But I am tired of keeping you, my most brilliant boyfriend, a secret from everyone.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear Gregory. You have stolen my heart with your charm and charisma, and there is nothing that compares to the feeling of warmth and joy that you fill me with every single time you cross my mind.

Most sincerely yours,

Mycroft H.

Greg finished the letter and looked up at him. “Of course I’m okay with it, Mycroft. Let’s do it right now.” He grinned and rolled over, grabbing his phone from the table on his side of the bed. Mycroft did the same, altering his relationship status from the single it had been all the years he had had the account to “in a relationship.” It might have just been a silly social tradition, but seeing those words on his profile sent a wave of adoration for the Detective Inspector pouring over Mycroft Holmes, who leaned sideways and kissed Gregory Lestrade just as both of their phones started blowing up with notifications from family, friends, and colleagues.

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If you want something grand and opulent, but don’t like the idea of having an over-the-top tiered cake that could diminish everything else, opt for the same vibe with cakelets instead. These ones offer you the sophistication of gold-painted cakes and ornate designs without looking too precious to eat.

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anonymous asked:

The boyband finding out s/o is rich and s/o loves to spoil them and offers them to live with them. but s/o is busy most of the time with work, but tries to make time for them even tho it's little.

Noctis and his s/o are pretty even key on an economic level. Being the Prince of Lucis, he has access to a considerable amount of funds. When he has a very wealthy s/o… oh gosh. It’s a competition to see who spoils who the most. Of course, Noctis isn’t allowed to splurge too much with his money, so his wealthy s/o spoils him all the time. Mostly with food. Specifically sweets. Whether it be small hard candy or elaborately decorated cakes… Noctis loves it. It’s the best way to be spoiled. He isn’t much of a fan of his s/o’s busy schedule, but he gets it. He has is own busy schedule that he follows… reluctantly. He often finds himself disappointed when his s/o has to cancel dates in order to keep up their high work position, though.

Prompto is very flustered by the constant gifts he receives from his s/o. However, he really, really, really hates his s/o’s work schedule. Prompto is definitely the type of guy who needs to be with his s/o a lot for the relationship to work. His s/o knows that fact about him and tries everything in their power to spend as much time as possible with Prompto. His s/o constantly treats him to amazing dates at the most elegant of restaurants. Prompto assures his s/o that he doesn’t need such fancy things to enjoy their s/o’s presence. “I just want to make everything up to you, Prom,” his s/o replies. “I hate being apart for you. I feel like spoiling you is the least I could do.”

Gladiolus enjoys the simple things in life. I mean, his favorite meal is cup noodles. How basic can you get? Despite that, Gladio would honestly have the time of his life with a wealthy s/o. He will feel very guilty about not being able to return such generous gestures of adoration. He’ll try to return their affections with small acts; like attempting to cook a proper meal for them or buying them a enormous bouquet of flowers. Gladio really respects his s/o’s work schedule. He loves hard workers, considering he is one himself. He’s okay with the strict schedule of occasionally seeing his s/o. When his s/o finally has enough time to spend with Gladio, they make every minute count. 

Ignis and his s/o have a very similar work schedule. They both are very dedicated to their work. Since their schedules are nearly identical, they always spend their free time together. Neither of them would really have it any other way. They love their work. They love each other. They have the perfect relationship. While Ignis is very gracious for the money his s/o spends on him, he really enjoys the activities he and his s/o partake in. Operas, musicals, art galleries, fine dining… all of the great luxuries money can buy. Ignis is spoiled rotten and loves every minute of it. 

anonymous asked:

How about the beta kids and tic tacs?

john: doesn’t mind them, will eat them if there’s nothing else in the candy jar, but they’re a little sugary for his tastes

dave: pretends to hate them but doesn’t actually. will join in with jane if she’s going on one of her rants and calls them “bullshit coke nuggets” but it’s just because they’re so easy to rip on

rose: prepares them like a fine dish to spite jane: cooks them into cakes, makes elaborate meals out of them, has never actually tasted a tic tac in her life 

jade: has zero opinion on tic tacs and is bemused and scared by her friends’ affinities or notable lack thereof

Confetti - a Barduil Birthday ficlet


This is a Thranduil x Bard (modern AU) birthday ficlet for you, Morrigan @moonofmorrigan

I hope you like it and: 

Happy Birthday to you from Thranduil, Bard and me! 

I scribbled this down last night, so I’m sorry for all my possible mistakes. I did not have much time for corrections, but I wanted to write something for you. It is my first Barduil fic ever, but I have to say that those guys were a lot of fun last night ;).

Summary: Thranduil and Bard are throwing a party for their friend and get into an argument over confetti, and it seems that their bickering might rather sooner than later go down the naughty lane. But then there is a knock at the door…

Length: 1.028 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Tolkien’s Middle-earth. I do not make any money with this, this is purely for entertainment.

                                          CONFETTI

„Did you bring the confetti?“ Thranduil inquired the minute he saw the distinct shock of dark brown hair emerge from in between the doorframe.

„What? No, I didn’t bring any confetti.“ Bard was taken aback and his face went blank just for an instant as Thranduil’s eyes narrowed in a way that had annoyance clearly written all over them. „I thought you were in charge of that!“

„No, I wasn’t, I am quite sure of that.“ Sweet as honey were the words that left Thranduil’s mouth:  „You knew that this task was appointed to you, Bard Bowman, and to you alone.“

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For my anon from last night:

Someone I Love Was Born Today

Robert felt like he was floating, the new mattress was perfect and he didn’t want to move. It’d taken him and Aaron ages to find the perfect bed, well it had taken him ages to find the perfect bed. Aaron had followed him around the store complaining that it was taking so long. The first night in their new home was a different story however and Aaron was very grateful for all the time it had taken.

He heard a groan from beside him and rolled over to see Aaron squinting against the brightness of what appeared to be a perfect spring morning. It was Saturday so they had nowhere to be, probably a good thing considering the state Aaron had been in when he arrived home the night before after a night out with Adam.

“You suffering?” He reached over and ruffled his husband’s hair, revelling in its gel free appearance.

“Go ‘way.”

“Charming! I’ll make the coffee then, shall I? Not sure I should be really, not today.” He pulled on a t-shirt and wandered down the stairs running a hand through his hair and yawning. He’d quite enjoy a lazy morning in bed with Aaron but it didn’t look likely. Maybe they could go out somewhere later, just the two of them.

“What’s got you smiling?” He swung round as Liv appeared behind him still in her pyjamas.

“It’s a beautiful day! You have plans today, right?” He asked hopefully as she sat at the table, feet immediately going up onto the chair next to her. He shook his head, couldn’t be bothered to tell her not to.

“Yeah, Chas is taking me shopping in Harrogate. Don’t worry, I won’t spoil whatever you’ve got planned.” He sits opposite her clutching his coffee.

“I don’t have plans as it happens. Aaron might though, once he’s conscious.” He tries to keep the hopefulness out of his voice, not in the mood for her teasing him today.

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anonymous asked:

hi! love the blog! can I have a prompt request for the mc perhaps finding out what favorite dish the rfa members like and she perhaps cooks it for them??? idk this sounds like a really cute prompt and I just need to see this 😢

a|n thank u guys for your super cute words! i’m 100% better now!

° p|s it’s now admin lilu or egg lilu WHATEVER U WISH °

° Yoosung

  • so he’s not really shit at cooking.. just slightly shit??
  • like he can make eggs and toast probably but anything else and say bye to all the furniture in your house (poooof)
  • so you offer to teach him how to make something quick n easy instead of just eggs and ketchup he drenches that on jesus how
  • decide on stir fry because it can’t really go that wrong???
  • please
  • he’s super slow when doing everything because he doesn’t want to mess up but when he sees you chopping vegetables super fast he almost chokes
  • “YOU’RE LEVEL 100 AT CHOPPING VEGETABLES”
  • i have a knife in my hand rn don’t make me use it
  • he tries to copy you and ends up with a tiny cut his finger and he’s holding back the tears so bad 
  • “I’ve been sliced.. I’ll be o-okay, my LOLOL character has been through worse…”
  • …wth are you saying under your breath is this a chant?? no satanic shit please
  • one LOLOL plaster later:  he’s chopping things alongside you with furrowed eyebrows with his tongue sticking out and is that a bead of sweat??? bro calm down its a carrot!!
  • when he finishes cutting he literally drops the knife and does a celebratory dance 
  • HEY MAN now you actually gotta COOK everything
  • but he brings out a huge pot and 
  • ???
  • “YOOSUNG IT’S A STIR FRY YOU GOTTA STIR IN A FRYING PAN”
  • “OH GOD THAT’S SO CLEVER”  *(-‸ლ)* 
  • definitely the type to just taste everything when you’re not looking 
  • but you saw
  • mid chicken strip bite he looks up at you being caught and he just gives you puppy eyes and blinks lots of times
  • “DON’T DO THAT”
  • “B-BUT IT’S SO GOOD”
  • tries to add ketchup to the stir fry and you have to knock him out the way before he tips the whole damN BOTTLE IN STOP
  • also the type to post pics everywhere saying he’s a chef like okay sure

° Zen

  • after seeing you in the morning with short shorts kneading some dough all of a sudden he wanted to cook to
  • reaaaaaal smoOTH
  • he just suddenly comes up behind you and rubs his hands together asking so what’re we going to make today??
  • WE? SINCE WHEN??
  • but we’re making cookies!!
  • preparing himself he rolls up his sleeves, ties up his hair (omg his hair down in the morning gooDBYEE)
  • then he comes up behind you and slips his arms under yours so theres 4 hands just kneading the dough
  • “what.. what’re you doing I’m okAY”
  • “ I saw couples it on TV and it was spinning and-”
  • “THATS POTTERY GRAMPS” *face palm punch*
  • ends up sitting on the side munching on chocolate chips because wow kneading is like working out at the gym suNDAY IS A REST DAY 
  • but fuck he’s finished all the chocolate chips get back hERE
  • he’s super annoying omg he’d swipe flour on your cheek and you’d just stop and look at him you’ve woken the beast bud
  • the mf is smirking at you 
  • “what’re you going to do about it??”
  • you chuck flour at him and oh god the kitchen is a mess call 911 
  • cookies have been forgotten as you’re chucking flour at him but you can’t really tell because it blends into his hair while u look like albert einstein cheers m8
  • you have to stop when theres no more flour left in the bag and you’re both panting heavily and both a mESS
  • “Want to take a shower with-”
  • “I’ll actually adopt a cat if you don’t shUT UP YOU PUNK”
  • he tries to do that cheesy thing when theres food on your lips and he kisses it off
  • the flour is all over your face? logic
  • but when he DOES kiss you he makes a face because holy fuck flour tastes bad
  • serves u right 

° Jaehee

  • SHIT SOMEONE WHO CAN ACTUALLY COOK
  • my baby loves pastries but because of trust fund kid giving her too much work she never has time (justice4jaehee #j4j)
  • so after forcingasking Jumin to give her a day off you decide to bake all types of lil elaborate cakes together
  • she’s so in her element can you imagine how relaxed she’d be??
  • like there’d be music playing and you’d be singing along but she’d just be singing under her breath quietly 
  • but you can hear her!!
  • hella embarrassed when you give her a small thumbs up but she just turns around to keep mixing the batter because no no no no this isn’t the time to gO RED NOT NOW
  • instead of you telling her what to do she’s telling YOU what to do and she’s so mum omg??
  • starts off super patient but as soon as you add too much butter she’s freaking out and just nO STOP NO 
  • “THATS 220g MC WE NEED 210″
  • “eh it doesn’t matter THAT much does it??.. woah okay nvm it does sorry”
  • she gives you one of those disapproving looks and you almost die
  • so she takes over at one point because she’s SUCH a perfectionist and you just kinda watch her do her thing 
  • BUUUT
  • being the smush ball she is she notices your pouting face and gives you the icing bag so you can do the decorations!!
  • stands beside you as you ice the cakes and she guides you v slowly trYING HER BEST to be patient
  • when you’re about to mess up she puts her hands on top of yours to try guide you and holy s h i t
  • now you’re both blushing bright red its like lady and the tramp pt 2
  • she quickly removes her hand and avoids eye contact with you and apologies about 19 times
  • aWEEEE NO KEEP HOLDING MY HAND
  • and she’d be SUPER embarrassed when you gush over her cakes trying to deny they weren’t that good but she can’t help but flush pink anyway
  • STOP PUTTING YOURSELF DOWN BOO

° Jumin

  • he’s probably never even made toast himself before
  • probably also was served caviar for breakfast or something (even though he hates it) bleeh
  • so when you suggest making smores he’s probably like what the actual hell is that is it a type of fish excuse me wHAT
  • “Just ask the chef to make it?”
  • super duper confused when you tell him that they have to make it themselves by a fire outside
  • “…MC.. I don’t condone the use of drugs” fgs
  • you just tell him to meet you outside for dessert and he’s seriously over thinking this like what type of commner ritual do I have to do now
  • he sits down beside you and when you hand him a skewer he deadass just stares at it god damn it 
  • you show him how to put the treats on to the skewer and put it over the fire and you can’t tell if he’s impressed or not because he just stares at it blankly
  • fuck.. this is awkward
  • but he tries his best to do it but somehow the cracker splits in two or the chocolate melts before he can put it on the skewer and he’s genuinely confused is this black magic??
  • “are you sure children do this often?” frustrated Jumin
  • FINALLY GETS IT!!
  • he takes a bite and holy fUCK is it heaven? hes surprised and ends up making a few more (success!!)
  • BUT WHEN CLEANING UP YOU GET CHOCOLATE ON HIS SUIT 
  • oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t mean t-”
  • swipe [swiper no swiping] wait what was that?
  • THAT LITTLE BITCH SWIPED CHOCOLATE ON YOUR NOSE WITH A STRAIGHT FACE 
  • but you can see the corner of his lip curling up bITCH WHAT
  • you both stare at each other for a bit
  • (well ur confused at the fact he pretty much booped your nose)
  • so you respond but getting melted marshmellow and swiping his nose back with the same expression
  • it goes back and forth until you can’t help but snort (nice) and he chuckles under his breath shaking his head and mumbling
  • “What has MC turned me into, …Christ.”

° Saeyoung

  • the most extra mf around oh god brace yourselves guys
  • you’re both lounging on the couch when you switch to a cooking channel and Saeyoung’s eyes literally light up 
  • no no NO DON’T GET ANY THOUGHTS too late
  • ITS JUST SPAGHETTI AND MEATBALLS
  • and you pretty much want to chuck your phone at the tv screen when the chef finishes with “Go make it yourself NOW!”
  • because before you can even stop Saeyoung he’s literally running out to the kitchen come back wAIT 
  • PLEASE 
  • you chase him to the kitchen where he has those huge chef hats and an apron and wAIT why do you have a bikini apron??
  • he insists he’d better than the chef AND YOU so you’re just ready to fight like okay game on bitch (ง'̀-‘́)ง
  • being the extra bitch he is he starts spewing out random Italian words while making the pasta
  • “bellissIMO,SI IT’S A ME MARIO..” 
  • “ow.. that hurt” :((
  • you had to punch his arm because he’s fluent in 17 languages (including italian) but he sAYS THIS? WOW
  • he copies you at first but as soon as he loses track he just messes up so he just adds the most random shit
  • seasoning? crushed HB chips
  • dressing? dr pepper
  • why is it all black and bubbling this shit is not edIBLE HE’S CREATED FUCKING POISON ALERT
  • he also does the weirdest movements while cooking
  •  like he sprinkles salt into the pot from like 23 metres high trying to look professional 
  • giggle because you can see his lil belly poking out hi there!!
  • but wait that isn’t salt thats bakING SODA WYD
  • somehow manages to create a small fire in the pot and you’re both scREAMING SAEYOUNG WHAT DID YOU DO
  • “I DON’T KNOW I DROPPED IN A MEATBALL THEN POOF.. IT’S MY FIREY SKILLS” 
  • “WAIT.. NO WAIT MC DON’T LEAVE HELP ME I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE”
  • a few minutes of screaming later, you both slump down on to the kitchen floor and just burst into laughter
  • “..Do you think we should mak- OW OW OW STOP  MC - MY EAR”
  • you’re lucky if i let you IN the kitchen fuckwad

ushiwaka is one of the single most important people in amaterasu’s life, let alone her entire existence. her bond with him goes beyond love, beyond any mortal attachment you can name. she treasures his presence & company far more than anyone can truly imagine, she has known him for the longest & was the one who welcomed him upon the celestial plains with open arms. they have, quite literally, been through hell together & it only makes sense that from all the grief & strife they have endured it has only strengthened their relationship further. 

anonymous asked:

42. Supercat please :)

things you said when you asked me to marry you

“Thank God you’re home!” Kara yelps, leaping up from the sofa and practically flying across the room to Cat. Shucking off her raincoat and letting her purse fall on the floor, Cat kicks off her heels in undisguised relief. She nods expectantly at Kara, waiting for her to continue.

“Well?”

“I’ve been having the weirdest day. Not long after you left for work, I got a call from some hotel in Italy.”

“A building called you?” Cat presses her hand to Kara’s forehead. “Have you been overdoing it again with the heroics?”

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FIC: Ornamented [1/1]

Rating: M-ish (for talk of/reference to sex)
Pairing: f!Hawke/Isabela
Word Count: 1,784
Summary: On First Day, it is traditional to check that one’s friends and neighbors are still alive. Just in case wolves came across the fields and ate them in the night, you know.
Also on: AO3
Notes: It’s good luck to end the year with a Hawkebela fic, right? Right. Takes place mid-Act 2.


“You know, in Lothering, First Day was just an excuse to check that everybody was still alive. Morbid, isn’t it?”

Isabela forced one eye open and rolled it toward the source of the noise: Hawke, shutting the door to Isabela’s room with an ample hip, a steaming mug clasped in her hand.

“I’m alive,” Isabela replied—a bit unnecessarily, she thought, but Hawke could be obtuse at the best of times, and judging by the tone of her voice, this was not the best of times. “You can leave me to sleep this off, now.”

Hawke gave a little hum, then a cluck of her tongue, and sat down on the bed beside Isabela. “I waited as late as I could. You’re my last stop. Incredibly, everyone is alive.” She chuckled a little. “Besides, a sip of this, and you’ll feel much better.”

If only Isabela believed her. She’d had some of Hawke’s remedies before—little mixtures she claimed that her father, a perfectly capable apostate, had perfected—and they usually weren’t worth the weird, gurgling stomach which pursued her for hours afterward.

She didn’t exactly possess the strength to roll away from Hawke at the moment, though. She’d forgotten what being sick—really sick, not just a pesky hangover or passing sniffles—felt like. So much snot had no business coming out of her nose. Surely she couldn’t produce much more of it.

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The Love Games 2016 - Entry Four!

Title: A Gift of Love (However Small)

Rating: M

Pairing/s and Character/s: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Sae

Any trigger warnings and/or spoilers: none

     

      Summary: Canon compliant post-Mockingjay, per-epilogue.  The Mellarks celebrate the new-old holiday of Valentine’s Day with a special little gift

A/N(s): The title comes from a cross-stitch sampler that hangs in a relative’s house, which reads “A gift of love however small, is what I cherish most of all”

 

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It’s the warmest February in District 12 that anyone can remember. Even Sae, who has spent more than 75 winters on the planet and who has a remarkable memory, tells me she’s never seen anything like this.

“There’s a fair wind blowin’. Change is comin’, Katniss, I can feel it in my bones,” she says. We’re drinking tea on Sae’s porch, in shirtsleeves despite spring being more than a month away. The lawns all around Victor’s Village are already turning green, and a group of children play tag, shrieking joyfully under a low grey sky. 

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ailurophiile  asked:

Dumb random headcanon, but what if Soma was.. Really into cake decorating? Even if he might not be able to do it himself, imagine him watching master chefs decorating these super elaborate cakes like !!!!! magic

                    [SOMA VOICE]   FANTASTIC !!!  AMAZING !!!  CAN’T BELIEVE I’M SEEING IT WITH MY OWN EYES !!!

this is REALLY CUTE and he would be!!  the more elaborate a design, the better. he’ll make agni decorate like 20 cakes just so he can watch the process :cc  and then they hand them out to the homeless kids on the street because they’re kuroshitsuji’s Angels :ccccc

Headcanons with RFA + V on MC's birthday

V did nothing wrong and I love him 

Yoosung 

-Yoosung has spent so long preparing for this day. He has eaten nothing but breakfast food for the last three days because he wants to make sure he can make a perfect breakfast in bed for MC 

-Lets them sleep in after breakfast and goes to their morning class to take notes for the both of them (when he spaces out in class he starts to doodle in the margins little doodles of himself making puns about the material for MC) 

-Along with getting MC a birthday cake, Yoosung also impulse buys an entire tub of icing 

 -He gets MC a shooting star necklace for their birthday so that “he can be next to their heart always” and he spends 5 days acquiring a super rare piece of armour in LOLOL to gift MC on their birthday

Zen 

-Zen has a show on MC’s birthday and but they make the best of it 

-MC ends up having a birthday party with the cast and then a romantic late night meal with Zen (he spent a week swallowing his pride to ask Jumin to recommend a private chef they could commission for the night) 

-When Zen takes his bows at the end of his shows he traditionally blows a kiss into the crowd tonight’s is explicitly directed at MC 

-WHEN ALL THE ACTORS SING HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MC IT’S ANGELIC

-The costumes department goes super hard core on MC. They’re the guest of honour so they get to pick the costume of their choice to wear during the party. 

-Just as the party is winding down everyone heads up to the empty stage and Zen and his castmates spontaneously pass MC a script. Suddenly they’re the love interest in a short 10 minute play Zen wrote play in secret and like the whole cast is singing at them WHAT IS HAPPENING

Jaehee 

-JAEHEE TAKES THE DAY OFF FOR MC’S BIRTHDAY 

-SHE BOOKED THIS DAY OFF 3 WEEKS IN ADVANCE 

-Jaehee bakes MC’s birthday cake but she tries to be super stealthy about it (she makes an elaborate cake with like 5 different layers and she tries to subtly ask MC what their favourite flavours are) 

-OKAY SO I KNOW YOU’D PROBABLY THINK JAEHEE SCHEDULED THEIR DAY OUT DOWN TO THE MINUTE BUT she doesn’t. She’s like no we’ve spent far too long struggling around my schedule and TODAY WILL BE SPONTANEOUS AND RELAXED 

-You end up going to a carnival and JUST 

-Jaehee vs. carnival games the test of strength GET WRECKED You end up leaving with enough teddy bears that Jaehee suggests you donate some to the local children’s hospital what an angel we’re not worthy 

Jumin 

-ROSES ROSES EVERYWHERE (The apartment is covered in Gatsby amounts of roses) 

-He dressed up Elizabeth in a ribbon collar so that even she is dressed up for MC’s special day (He’s wearing an even fancier suit than normal - it’s got tails) 

-Rents out a private room in MC’s favourite restaurant so that they can enjoy dinner in peace while looking out at the city 

-Okay so Jumin doesn’t buy you a gift because he wants you to pick out your gift 

-If you ask him why he responds “If I were to pick out what I wanted to give you, I would end up trying to wrap the world”

Seven 

-SEVEN HAS BEEN PLANNING FOR THIS FOR WEEKS 

-MC wakes up to find a laptop open at the foot of their bed and a video game of Seven’s creation playing 

-When they hit enter they realize they’ve entered a choose your own adventure game 

-The game avatar (a pixelated MC) has a choice of going through 3 doors 

-Red, Blue, or Black (If they pick Red MC and Seven end up going to the go-kart track, Blue they go to a water park, Black they go to a zoo

-Seven couldn’t decide where they should go so he lets MC decide) 

-SEVEN GETS MC A PLAYER TWO BRACELET HE HAS A MATCHING PLAYER ONE BRACELET

V

 -THIS SWEET SWEET MAN 

-HE’S SO NERVOUS 

-He rented a surprise orchestra that will serenade MC and him when they go for a walk that night (He’s trying so hard to not check his phone and he’s internally such a mess because he’s got to make sure that MC is in the park near their apartment at 7 pm sharp) 

-Jumin helped book the orchestra so he ends up following them on their walk to give V the thumbs up that everything is still on 

-CUE V STRESSING OUT AND TRYING TO GIVE JUMIN THE SIGNAL TO LEAVE 

-MC IS LYING ON V’S SHOULDER STOP RUINING THE MOOD

-He got his surgery awhile ago so that he would be recovered enough to enjoy MC’s birthday with them (He wakes up just staring lovingly into their eyes and noticing the little details on their face) 

-He’s made a collage of all the best photos of them together and got it printed on canvas so they can hang it in their apartment 

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From the windows of restaurants, grocers and department stores, they beckon: Perfectly swirled ice cream in a cone, elaborately whipped cakes topped with red strawberries, a glistening piece of raw fish atop of rice.

They’re meant to whet your appetite, but don’t bite them: These are plastic display foods, and they’re ubiquitous in Japan – designed to advertise the foods available for purchase inside. They’re also big business: A fake mug of beer, for instance, can sell for U.S. $150, says photographer Norbert Schoerner.

Schoerner first encountered Japan’s intricate display foods during his first trip to Japan in the 1990s. “I not only found it quite odd and surreal, but it also sort of triggered a fascination with the idea of the process and the whole culture that sits behind that,” he says.

You might think of these display foods as “artisanal plastic” – that pineapple or pasta dish in polyvinyl chloride was likely hand-crafted by a highly trained artist. “There’s quite an intricate craftsmanship that goes into that,” Schoerner says.

Artisanal Plastic: Japan’s Fake Food Is A Real Art

Photos: Norbert Schoerner and Steve Nakamura