i have no idea what the cake says

I want more Nathalie and Chat Noir interactions

In no particularly order: 

  • Chat Noir preventing Nathalie from being akumatized
    • Chat Noir trying to talk to her about it
    • Nathalie trying her best not to open up but he’s just doing his job
    • “If i don’t say something he really will keep pressing it
  • Nathalie thinking that Chat doesn’t have a strong parental figure in his life
    • leaving first aid kits and food on her balcony for him
    • slipping a key to him for emergencies because she has no idea what his home life is and he’s not good at hiding it from her
    • worrying about him
  • Chat Noir actually stops Nathalie from getting akumatized multiple times
    • screams at Gabriel about it
  • Nathalie doesn’t know his birthday, so one day she leaves out a happy birthday cake and a present
    • it’s a celphone
    • “please, for god’s sake, just call me if there’s an emergency you look exhausted”
  • Chat Noir found an abandoned kitten. 
    • “Nat, please.” 
    • No.” 
    • She adopts the kitten so that he comes by more often, she really cares about him. 
  • Chat Noir asking her for advice about Ladybug
    • “I don’t care, but if I did care, I would tell you to be open and honest with her about your feelings.”
    • “Listen i haven’t dated since 1998 what advice do you really think I could give you?” 
  • Nathalie Sancoeur, who wants to obliterate Hawkmoth on sight for putting her kid in danger.
    • Chat doesn’t call her mom, but sometimes it slips out in passing, and it’s awkward. 
What I Read This Week

(22/4/17)

I probably the best reading week I’ve ever had, thanks to my incredibly wonderful friends who wrote fics for me for my birthday (they made a collection which you can find here! I am so, so thankful for them all 💙) as well as some other great updates!

Easy Now with My Heart by braveten, Teen, 12k (WIP)
“Fast, Yuuri. Pow pow.”
“Pow pow?”
He giggles—Victor Nikiforov, figure skating champion, Olympic athlete, Yuuri’s idol, who is currently sick and delusional, giggles—and puts his hand on Yuuri’s chest, pillowing his head there, too. “Pow pow,” he repeats as he feels his heartbeat. “Pow pow, pow pow. Fast, see?”
Oh. I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH <3

Batter Up! by Shadow_sensei, Teen, 2.9k
Victor and Yuuri are celebrating their birthdays together and decide to bake their own cakes, competing against each other to see which of their cakes will be the one to win over the party. Neither have baked a cake in years. SO cute!

Look How We’ve Grown by maydei, Teen, 7k
Victor’s been alive for thirty years, but every day with Yuuri brings new surprises. Life. Love. Fun. Family. Yuuri’s presence in his life has brought them all, and Victor wouldn’t trade it for the world. LOVE!

they say its your birthday by ebenroot, Teen, 3.6k
“Clowns are creepy. We’re not having a clown, Victor.”
“What if I dressed up as a clown?”
Yuuri is pensive for a moment, then he pushes his glasses further up his nose in a disapproving manner. “Then I’m afraid I won’t be able to have sex with you until that mental image of you in clown makeup is purged from my mind,” Yuuri says with a shrug. BABIES AND CAKE OMG 

Duckling by missmichellebelle, Teen, 3.6k
The ballet classes are, inevitably, Victor’s idea. THE MOMS IN THIS OMG I love the end, so adorable!

The Best Kind of Present by Reiya, Teen, 2.4k
Yuuri is having a crisis over what to get Viktor for his birthday. Thankfully, Viktor already has a pretty good idea of what he wants… This is SOO AMAZING!!!

(Only By You) My Heart Always Moves by lily_winterwood, Teen, 6k
This is their first birthday together, and he’s already screwing it up by not having a present for Yuuri. Yuuri, who had fought tooth and nail for them, who had traversed the seven seas to return to him, who had taken the words they had shared in the early months of their intimacy and turned them into something beautiful, something perfect. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G

To Loving Tension by whalefairyfandom12, Mature, 
“Hey, Yuuri?” / “Yes?” / “Did you know people write fanfiction about us?”
Yuuri froze, any traces of sleepiness vanishing with his previous tranquility. / “What?” / “Mm. Phichit sent me a link. It’s tagged with endurance, hair pulling, blowjobs, possessive behavior, and they are in love.,” Viktor mused. “It sounds realistic so far.” OMFG… just… you have to read this omg!

A Hitman’s Guide to Emergency Gift-Giving by exile_wrath, Not Rated, 1.9k
1) In case of emergencies and not know what to give your husband for his birthday in twenty-four hours, the decapitated head of one of his lifelong enemies always works. REALLY awesome one-shot!!

let me be your lover by Tianetti, Teen, 2.7k
A terrible case of the sniffles. I LOVE SICKFICS SO MUCH HECK

Laundry Day by cryingoverspilledvodka, lucycamui, Explicit, 7.3k
The Katsuki-Nikiforov household takes a morning off to do laundry. Living together, it’s not just the bed that needs breaking in. THIS IS SO 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You by flowercrownyuri (elevensong), Teen, 2.5k
When Yakov gets bronchitis and can’t go with Yuri to Skate America, Victor fills in as a last minute backup coach. The problem? Skate America falls right before Yuuri’s birthday, and Victor won’t make it back in time to celebrate. Yuuri knows this, accepts it even, but he should know that nothing stands between Victor and what he wants. This is SO CUTE OMFG and Victor is so extra I love him <3

The Greatest Birthday of All by paxton1976, Mature, 3.2k
When Yuuri and Viktor decide to have a belated birthday celebration, their gifts change their future for the better. I LOVE this fic, thank you Pax!!

Frozenheart & Hiddenfire by Thehobbem, Not Rated, 9.7k
Being the youngest child in a family means you get to leave home and find Riches and Adventures your older siblings could only dream of - but Yuuri Katsuki wants nothing more than stay home and hide from Destiny. Which will be much harder to do once a certain ice wizard comes into town. SO good I love Victor in this!!

Perfect Collision, We Call it Art by LittleLostStar, Gen, 884 words
Here’s the thing about Yuuri Katsuki: everyone underestimates him.
It’s not really their fault, and in his healthier moments he’s able to acknowledge that it isn’t his fault either; it’s just how anxiety warps the world around him, like a miniature black hole or the world’s shittiest invisibility cloak. It coats him in a shimmering mirage of shyness and insecurity, and more often than not it’s basically impossible to remove. It’s hard to shine your brightest when you’re dragging all of that around. So the masquerade is kind of a no-brainer. I can’t wait for more!

Accidental Crush by Ashida, Mature, 4k (WIP)
A university AU in which Yuuri’s phone is plagued with spam text messages and the one time he decides to text back results in the best thing ever. Omgomgomg 

dear true love by cityboys, Teen, 63k (WIP)
Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break.They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan. That update… my heart! </3

Butt Stuff by Plumpie, Explicit, 13k (WIP)
AU in which top Japanese male figure skater Katsuki Yuuri is recovering from an invasive (and frankly, quite embarrassing) surgical procedure, and his visitation nurse turns out to be terribly, terribly attractive. If only they had met under less humiliating circumstances.

our doubts are traitors by astoryaboutwar, Explicit, 20k (WIP)
the powered assassins AU in which betrayal comes first, forgiveness second, and love was always somewhere in the equation. WOW… that update!!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

anonymous asked:

Can we get Yuri's birthday headcanons please?

  • Yuri loves birthdays. The cake, the presents, the attention? He’s 300% into all that shit. 
  • But getting excited over his birthday isn’t exactly Punk™, so he’s forced to play down his excitement every year, and for a few years, Yakov and everyone else don’t make a big deal of Yuri’s birthday out of deference to his preference, and Yuri is stuck with feeling low-key butt-hurt over it.
  • And then Yuuri comes to St. Petersburg to train with them! And Yuuri, because he’s the sweetest, plans a huge surprise birthday party for Yuri, and the others try to warn him it’s a bad idea. 
  • “What do you mean you just let his birthdays pass? Victor, he’s turning sixteen, of course we have to do something.“
  • They invite Yuri’s grandpa and Otabek to come surprise Yuri! Everyone buys cute feline-themed birthday presents for him! There is a cat-themed birthday cake!
  • Yuri is really :DDDDDD about his party, and Yuuri low-key becomes Yuri’s favourite person! 
  • JUST. I have a lot of feeling about Yuri spending his birthday with all the people who love him!!!
  • (JJ sends his newly-published autobiography; Yuri makes Otabek burn it, and Otabek does as he says, because it’s his birthday, and Otabek will do anything to make him happy on his birthday. He feels bad about it, after, and writes a thank you note to JJ on Yuri’s behalf.)
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“It was a feeling that starkly contrasts the energy of label presentations that took place at Sony’s new downtown Manhattan offices in January. There, amid optimistic talk of streaming and excitement over new music by Harry Styles, Morris says he recalls “feeling so flushed with pride and saying to myself, This cake is baked.’”

fa-ee  asked:

for ur consideration: almost familial relationship dynamics between javert and les amis. it gets to the point enj starts carrying panadol to rallies, because hes always the first to be arrested and he knows that the noise gives javert a headache and he also knows javert never remembers to bring his own painkillers. javert carries hand cream because the cuffs chafe bahorel's big ass wrists. ferre asks javert abt his ant farm. courf remembers his birthday.

AAAAAAAHH OH MY GOD
How do you know my weaknesses my friend?? I love Javert-who-begrudgingly-cares-for-this-bunch-of-kids with all my heart. Also, Javert would have an ant farm. He would.

One time they plan a rally specifically on Javert’s birthday so they can all get arrested and throw him a surprise party from a holding cell. Joly was carrying like 43 candles in his pockets and Javert had no idea why until he tried to light them all at once behind his back and everyone started singing the song

Sadly they couldn’t smuggle cake in but what can u do yknow

The Sweet Heist (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Prompt #12  (“Hi. Can you pretend to be my husband for two minutes, please?”)


Spencer was walking towards his favorite coffee shop. A nice day off could only get better with a tall cup of his favorite caffeinated beverage.

He considered today to be a fairly normal day for him. That is until a young woman, you, ran into him.

You looked panicked and he instantly flew into FBI mode.

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking around for what might have you so nervous.

You looked up at him, then your face lit up.

“Hi. Can you pretend to be my husband for two minutes, please?” you asked quickly.

Spencer looked at you confused, but found himself nodding his consent.

You quickly looped your arm through his and dragged him into a bakery. Spencer looked around to try and assess if there was a threat.

“Here he is.” you grinned and gestured to him with you free hand.

The older woman behind the counter smiled, “So you are Y/N’s husband to be. Mr….”

“Spencer Reid.” he introduced himself, waving instead of shaking her hand. Germs. No thanks.

“Mr. Reid. So glad to hear about your upcoming nuptials. Here are your free cake samples.” she handed him a rather large cake box, “I cannot wait to hear back from you. Congratulations.”

Spencer nodded, “Yes. Uh… Th-thank you!”

“We should get going, honey.” his kidnapper smiled sweetly, “We have lunch with my parents.”

“Oh. Right. We should get going.” he nodded to the woman behind the counter and followed you out the door, carrying the cake box.

Once you were safely outside, you turned to face him, “Thank you so much. My friend had this stupid idea, but when I showed up-” you started rambling, but he cut you off.

“Did I just help you get free cake?” Spencer asked, looking down at the box he was holding.

You nodded, “Yeah. Thanks for that. Let me buy you a coffee?”

Spencer looked at you, then the cake box in his hand. Weirder things can happen.

“Sure, I was walking to the cafe a few blocks down.” he agreed, “Maybe you could fill me in on what just happened?”

You laughed and looped your arm through his again, walking down the street.

“So, your name is Spencer Reid?” you asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Dr. Spencer Reid. And you?” he opened the door to the cafe for you.

“Just Y/N L/N.”

After ordering your coffees to go and finding a bench at the park across the street, you came clean.

“So, my friend told me that if you called that bakery to tell them you were getting married, they would give you free samples. She said that she lied once to get free cake. She said it would be no problem. So, I decided to try it. Well, when I got there, the woman said that I needed my fiance to be with me when I picked it up. I panicked and told her he was right outside. Then I found you.” you shrugged.

Spencer threw his head back and laughed, “Who would try that, then encourage it?”

You shook your head, embarrassed, “That is the last time I listen to Penny.”

“Penny?” Spencer asked, a curious look in his eye.

“My friend, Penelope. It was her idea.” you sipped your coffee.

“Garcia?” Spencer raised an eyebrow, the odds were incredible.

“Yeah. How did you know that?” you looked at him shocked.

“I work with her at the BAU!” he exclaimed.

That sent both of you into fit of laughter. Life could be hilarious at times. When you both calmed down, you looked over at him.

“Well, I was supposed to share this with Penny, but would you like to come over instead?” your cheeks flushed.

“Of course. I should probably have a say in what cake we serve at our wedding.” He grinned teasingly.

And four years later, it was red velvet.

My actual manager had a heart attack at work and has been in the hospital for a few weeks and in the meantime, we got a transfered asst manager from another store to help fill in with the other normal asst acting manager.

And this transfer is about the worst we could possibly have. Our store gets the highest percentage of drive thru in the entire franchise. I run the drive thru on the night shift, our busiest time. The percentage has gone up since I’ve worked there. Needless to say, I don’t need to be told how to do my job. I know. But she doesn’t understand this. However, she learned after 2 shifts with me to just leave me alone, and do what I say. If I need something voided, all I need from you is a fingerprint scanned. I know what I’m doing. I know how this works. If I was full time, I’d already be part of management.

She transfered from the over all slowest store in our franchise, which is stupid. Our store is one of the busiest, if not the busiest. I don’t know who thought that would be a good idea but I’d like to have a chat with them.

But the cherry on this shit cake is that I found out yesterday (4/21) that she has written up literally everyone on the staff. And for what? Not doing temps. Which we do, actually. Once a week. Like we’re supposed to. Unless you're​ in the kitchen, which I’m not. So the next time I work with her she’s getting my foot up her ass about where she thinks she can get off writing me up for not doing something that a) isn’t my job b) she doesn’t do either and c) how she is incredibly incompetent at her job and doesn’t do anything at this store that she’s supposed to while I bust my ass every night running the busiest part of our busy store.

Also I call her Melania and Mrs. Trump behind her back when I talk shit about her because it sounds close to her actual name and everyone hates her and thinks it’s hilarious, including our actual asst manager. I’ve called her Melania to her face a couple times and she hasn’t corrected me, which everyone thinks is hysterical. It’s the little things.

Reminiscence (Newt x Reader)

Requester: Anonymous

Word count: 563

Prompt: “I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

Warnings: sad, feels that could hit you hard

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You stood in the pouring rain, in the dark. You weren’t drenched. Because a tall boy next to you held and umbrella as you both came back from Hogsmeade late in the evening. 

Newt kissed your forehead. “I had fun- but most important of all- did you?”

You nodded, leaning against him as you reached the hallways. He closed the umbrella. 

“What was the best part?” You asked him, looking up to meet his eyes with yours. 

“You.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You had never expected the letter.

Not in a million years.

As you stared at the familiar scrawl which belonged to Newt, you felt your heart speed up. All the memories came rushing back you as you held the parchment in your hand which had once touched his fingers.

Dear Puffy, it said. Of course, he’d still call you Puffy. Why would he stop? It wasn’t like you both had completely stop talking.

Okay, that was true. You hadn’t heard of him since he got expelled. 

Dear Puffy,

I’m Newt, if you remember. -you snorted- In case you forgot, I’ve attached a picture of me along. Although I sincerely hope that the time we spent together as best friends is still with you.

Yes. You remembered. He had been so clueless that you’d loved him. He had been too busy to get Leta Lestrange to notice him that he’d completely overlooked the feelings that you showed towards him. Martha Abbot would always give you the sympathetic glance when Newt changed the subject to or somehow brought up Leta. You’d pretended it didn’t bother you, but another reason why it hurt you double was because you couldn’t share it with someone to lessen the load- Newt had been your best, but your only friend. You sighed bitterly, remembering when you held back tears when Newt asked Leta if she’d want to go to Hogsmeade with you both on your birthday. He’d ruined it by taking her along.

I’m writing a book. It said. And I’ve roughly estimated that the owl would’ve reached by your birthday, so happy birthday. What are you now, twenty-something? Big girl. 

So, as I said, I’m writing a book. You, on the other hand- as I clearly remember- are an absolute expert on marine and airborne creatures. I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and I got this fabulous idea. What about we collaborate- and do a joint book? Let me know what you think. If found your old contacts and addresses and tried sending Poppins (the owl) to them- I got a letter back from a Russian lady, telling me that I was mentally-unstable. Rather put me off, that one.

I do hope you say yes, and I do hope you don’t migrate to the opposite corner of the world and make me lose contact again. I hope we stay in touch- also, I’ll be in New York next month. We can have birthday cake together- my treat.

Wishing you lots of love,

Newt.

You sighed, ready to crumple the paper and toss it to the side. You were saying no. You had a stable job and there was no way you were going. You were about to toss it when a line cramped at the bottom caught your eye. 

P.S, it said, I’m standing outside your door. Could you let me in?

My thing is, I honestly don’t see a way that Donald Trump’s presidency doesn’t herald the end of American faith and confidence in our democratic elections and institutions.

Lets says, for the sake of argument, that Donald Trump and his campaign didn’t actually collude or coordinate with the Russians…. we’re still all fucked. 

Real quick, I just wanna summarize what conclusions the intelligence community has drawn about Russian interference so far. Russia didn’t actually interfere in our election with the idea of helping Donald Trump in mind, they did it because Putin wanted to punish Hillary Clinton for her having questioned the legitimacy of his last re-election. Donald Trump was icing on the cake. Moreover, Putin is motivated by the fact that destroying faith in U.S. democratic elections and institutions allows the Kremlin to demoralize their oppositions and normalize their authoritarianism. Essentially, he wants Russians to ask themselves, why fight for democracy here if it doesn’t even really exist in America? 

Okay, so with all that in mind, lets pretend we’re Russia and lets again assume that Donald Trump and his campaign didn’t actually collude with us. Furthermore, lets assume the Russians have realized that the election hacking scandal has made it very unlikely Donald Trump would ever actually be allowed to ease sanctions or be useful to us in any way. Cool, so now what do we do? Well, if the primary objective has always been to simply destroy the confidence of the American people in their democratic institutions then wouldn’t it make sense to wait until all these investigations have been finalized and then leak information, even if its manufactured, that Donald Trump did in fact collude with the Russians. Who wouldn’t believe it after everything that’s happened? And it would not only throw the entire legitimacy of our electoral process into question, but it would also mean the institutions that are supposed to safeguard us against these sort of things failed - thus totally destroying faith in American democracy. 

I’m bringing this all up because I think the exchange that happened between the White House and the Russians today, who published photos and videos of Trump meeting with the Russian ambassador and Foreign Minister without the knowledge or approval of the White House is very telling. The media is covering it as the White House being trolled by the Russians, but I think it was more than that. I think the Russians were sending the message that they can decide at any time to lean into the narrative of a special relationship existing between Trump and Russia and Trump has no way to defend himself against it. It’s basically like Russia was reminding this White House that they’ve got them by the balls.

So yeah, by his sheer incompetence Donald Trump has created a situation where the waters have become so muddied that it’s impossible for him to ever be truly vindicated in the eyes of at least half of all Americans, no one trusts that this investigation is legitimate anymore, and that distrust can be exploited at any time by a hostile foreign power, who’s primary mission is to destroy confidence in these very institutions like…. idk? Russia?

Forest Altar

All today I have been wanting to create an altar for the forest / lake spirit, Ne'er Recur. My backyard is an entire mountain, built upon old burial grounds as well. Creating an altar for him, I feel, may be a bit difficult…but certainly doable. Here is what I have for ideas right now;


NE'ER RECUR;

-Bones (particularly a deer / fish skull or antlers)
-Stones
-Ores
-Dried / pressed leaves, plants, flowers, herbs
-Bottle of lake / swamp water
-Picture of Ne'er Recur (I do intend to try to draw him sometime)
-Shells
-Metal bell
-Quartz
-Candles
-Pentacle
-Coins

OFFERINGS;

-Dried Rosemary
-Burned Herbs
-Small cakes / Baked goods
-Alcohol
-Stolen Goods (He is…a sly thing.)
-Coins / shiny objects
-Marigolds

I might as well say now, Ne'er Recur is a rather tall creature. Around 7ft i’d say…he wears a long brown and green cloak, folded-over leather boots, and a deer’s skull as a mask. Sometimes when his hood is down, his scruffy dark brown hair can be seen. Like I do, he often carries around small bags of herbs or stones on his belt. Soon I hope to post a picture of him here 🌲🐟🐚🌾

Bossy Boots Strikes Again

Madara & Tobirama 
Words: 3,051
A/N: Kid!Tobi is back to serve your daily dose of fluff! Huge thanks to @redhothollyberries​ for giving me hc’s to run with, and beta-ing this fic into shape! Send her all the love :D
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Sequel to Bossy Boots
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When Hashirama specified that Tobirama will eventually ‘revert’ back into an adult, he never included an estimation. There’s a reason for that. It turns out, there are no estimates to when Tobirama will eventually become an adult again. Time moves on, and the small group of people Hashirama trusts to look after Tobirama return to the responsibilities they have to attend to.

Their days off hardly ever coincide. The days where everyone happened to be working, Tobirama had stuck to Madara’s side like a leech. Not going to lie, Madara preened a bit.

There’s something sweet about being chosen by Tobirama, time and time again. Even though Tobirama sometimes chooses to sleep with Hashirama at night.

He thought Hashirama would sulk at the idea, but when Madara strode into the office the next morning with Tobirama in his arms, there was an extra table with a high chair beside his Police Chief desk. Tobirama’s glower is still unparalleled. And Madara is shameless about utilising it for theatrical effect.

Thus began one of the strangest games of hot potato between Konoha’s elite, with small, chubby Tobirama being shuffled between the people who happened to have time off for the day.

Surprisingly, this is the most smiling Madara’s seen Tobirama do in years.

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7.0 | sunray (woozi)

the one that came back

w.c. just above 4.7k | angst + fluff + a piece of my heart | kept thinking about choco / @choco-seventeen when writing this bc i remember reading somewhere that she loves woozi fics

Sometimes, there’s a song you don’t listen to for a while.  It just manages to escape you, to float away. You don’t go and search for it either. It just is, at that point.  And, when you stumble upon it again, by some chance of fate, it’s like hearing the song anew.  It’s not as you remember, because your memory is dusty.  The lyrics still come naturally in spite of the rust, however.  The meaning associated with the song, the memories, they all come flooding back. The song is yours again.

He was that song.

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Imagine:

Barry Allen taking the last piece of cake even when you called it. 

“Barry! I told you this morning that I wanted to have it. Now, I have to survive the afternoon without the delicious cake. What do you have to say about that?” Barry shrugged his shoulders, looking at you apologetically. You groaned and lowered your head against his chest. “I wish you didn’t eat it, but I understand that you have to eat a bunch.” 

“Sorry, Y/N… Hey! Wait, I’ll be right back.” Barry gently pushed you off him, then in a blink of an eye was gone. You smiled. You had an idea of where he had gone. In three minutes, Barry was back, grinning broadly, and you could tell that he was holding something behind his back. “Surprise!”  Barry pulled a medium sized bundt cake out in front of him.

“Oh wow, my favorite!” You quickly grabbed the cake from his hands and set it down before jumping into Barry’s arms, pecking him with kisses. “Thank you so much! You’re the best, honestly.” Barry laughed and kissed your forehead.

“No, Y/N, you’re the best. I’m sorry that I ate your cake, so I hope this makes us even.” You rolled your eyes jokingly.

“You’re too sweet sometimes. Here, we can share.” You grabbed the cake and two forks as you headed over to the couch with Barry quickly following you. “I love you, Barry. Even when you do eat my cake.” You mumbled through devouring the delicious bundt cake.

“I love you too. I’ll buy you as many cakes as you want. As long as you’re happy.”

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Let Him Have Cake - A Nessian Fanfic

AO3 (<link)


Earlier…

Cassian laughed, “Good job, sweetheart.” She smiled at the praise, ignoring the stupid nickname. She’d gotten used to it by now, annoying as it was. He spread his arms in an invitation for a hug and, surprising even herself, she hugged him. Then she looked up at him, all sweaty from their training, his hair pulled up. He looked so good… So she went on her tiptoes and kissed him.

He seemed surprised. So surprised, in fact, that Nesta was afraid she had made a mistake and started to back away. But when she moved, his arms wrapped around her and brought her closer to him. It was a thing of a moment and he took control of the kiss.

Tentative, gentle, soft. She moaned as his tongue swept the seam of her lips, asking for entrance. Nesta opened as slowly as she dared, relishing the feel of his tongue as it reached hers. She couldn’t help but wonder why they hadn’t kissed before. This was better than the kisses she had experienced before. From the way his hands roamed carefully over her, pulling her close to him, to the way his lips coaxed hers, the feel of his hair as she twined her fingers through it…

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, holding on to one another, mouths together, but she felt herself start to shake. It wasn’t fear, she realized, it was anticipation. Where would his hands go next? How would it feel to let him touch her? More? More. More.

Cassian drew back, taking a deep breath and resting his forehead on hers. She tried to pull him back but he just chuckled, giving her a peck on the lips before pulling back again. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

He took a sharp intake of breath, “Are you sure?” he asked quietly.

She nodded, “Yes,” she looked around, “maybe we should go somewhere else…?”

“We can go to my room if you want,” he said, looking a little surprised. She nodded.

She smiled shyly, taking his hand and pulling him toward his room. Everything that followed was almost a blur, kissing, touching, removing clothes, more kissing, more touching. Gentle, so gentle. As they moved to the bed she looked up at Cassian and knew that she wanted it, this, with him, right now. So when he asked if she was sure she didn’t hesitate, she said yes as firmly as she could, bringing him closer.

They kissed again, slow, gentle, obviously leading to something bigger, something new. He looked her in the eye as he ran his hands down her body. He groaned when he reached between her legs, feeling how wet she was for him. She bit her lip when he started rubbing circles around her clit. “Yes.” she hissed, “More.”

He settled between her legs as she nodded again. She shivered when he started kissing her neck, breathing in her scent, murmuring loving things in her ear.

His eyes were on hers when he moved to enter her. She gasped at the feeling of him in her, so strange yet right she realized, undeniably right. She moaned when he moved, at the feeling of it. He was everywhere, around her, on top of her, inside her and her body was burned with the pleasure of it.

“Is this okay?” he said quietly, moving again. Her hands framed his face, pulling him down so their lips met, her answer obvious in the gestures. He was panting when he ended the kiss and rested his forehead on hers.

“Yes,” she said quietly, looking him in the eyes as he continued moving inside her, finding a rhythm.

The way he moved, his breathy voice in her ear telling her how beautiful she was, that he felt so much for her, that he had never felt this way about anyone before.

And all she could think to say was “Cassian, Cassian, Cassian.”


Now…

Nesta felt pretty bad. She had fallen asleep with Cassian after they’d been together, but she had woken up and panicked. So she’d fled, summoned her wings and fled. She’d just left.

And now she was sitting in the corner of the spare room at Feyre and Rhys’s townhouse. She had needed to talk to Feyre, she was the only one that would have understood her. And she had. She had nodded, “Nez, I get that you panicked. Really, I do. But why did you leave?”

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Sentence Meme: 102 Jack O’Neill Quotes

Some will be more easily applicable than others.

  • Unless he can survive a tactical nuclear warhead blown up in his face, positive.
  • Permission to beat the crap out of this man?
  • Oh, I adore you already.
  • Well i’m going to end up there some day, might as well check out the place
  • Never run with scissors.
  • I’ll tell you what. You look around and I’ll tell you if you’re getting warmer or colder, alright?
  • Talk about falling upwards.
  • Hey, come on! That salsa’s still good!
  • You know… I’d like to take this opportunity to say… that this is a very poorly designed bomb and I think we should say something to somebody when we get back.
  • If someone comes in here, you just bite him in the hand.
  • Yeah. Moonshine. As in booze. What are you teaching these kids?
  • Though a candle burn’s in my house no one’s home.
  • Dogs are my favourite people.
  • Yeah. I’m so proud.
  • It’s all fun and games ‘til someone breaks a nail.
  • There’s still something about you that puts me off my food.
  • Of course i dare mock you.
  • I could NEVER relive that again! Could you?
  • That’s gotta be a record.
  • Hot chocolate? Are you kidding?
  • And that information could save your life one day.
  • Well, they say the first one’s always the hardest.
  • I ask you… What could possibly be in my eye that would explain this?
  • Ah…yes…it all makes sense now!
  • But in the unlikely event you don’t fail miserably, you’re fired.
  • Something exploded.
  • For the record, I don’t care.
  • …I care
  • That just has a nice ring to it.
  • It’s my side arm, I swear!
  • Now see, I assume we still speak the same language, mostly.
  • Well I like to close my eyes and think of England.
  • It’s about flocking and togetherness.
  • I see you’re on that famous beer and mustard diet.
  • You’d think getting blasted out of orbit would have slowed the guy down.
  • For cryin’ out loud!
  • Well I was planning to retire, but man is that overrated.
  • Don’t judge a book by its cover.
  • No, but he plays one on T.V.
  • Holy Frozen Bad-guys!
  • Well I certainly understand what you’re talking about.
  • According to my calculations we are roughly in the middle of nowhere. Give or take.
  • Well, you know, it’s not like we don’t have everything totally under control here…
  • Damn… that was close!
  • I hope you diplomatically told him where to shove it.
  • Oh, I’ve already begun. This is the infamous tuna torture.
  • What? Meet my maker? Pay the piper? Reach the pearly gates? Start pushin’ up daisies here and there?
  • I’ve found that sticking your fingers in your ears and humming loudly solves a whole slew of problems.
  •  What could I possibly say after that? Back at ya.
  • Yeah, is that cinnamon?
  • Well, spank me rosy.
  • Apparently all desserts on base are in grave danger.
  • Oh, there’s not a chance in hell.
  • I forgot to tape the Simpsons!
  • Where’s the fanfare?
  • Hey, if you’d been listening, you’d know that Nintendos pass through everything.
  • What, you’re suddenly stumped?
  • He’s lost a few pounds…
  • Yes, you are what you eat.
  • You’re a friend of mine. Last year, you died.
  • Do you people practice being vague?
  • I’m gonna go eat some cake.
  • Somebody’s gotta teach that guy how to die.
  • ..and yet honesty IS the best policy.
  • Over my rotting corpse.
  • Well you do have a penchant for pulling brilliant ideas out of your butt - head. Out of your head, when we need them.
  • You and I are the only ones here. Trust me, the only thing you have to be afraid of around here is me.
  • All I’m sayin’, just for the record, this is the wackiest plan we’ve ever come up with.
  • I’ve seen this movie. It hits Paris.
  • I only understand about one percent of what she says half the time.
  • I would never say anything like that.
  • That is just wrong on so many levels..
  • Have you ever TRIED to find the bathroom in a pyramid?
  • If I have to say ‘what’ one more time, heads are gonna roll!
  • I think you suffered enough. Hell, I even got to shoot you.
  • Where I come from that’s called beatin’ the crap out of each other.
  • Y'know, I’ve already done that 'freezing to death’ thing, and it’s just not as enjoyable as it sounds.
  • Well, fancy that. We’re famous.
  • Qu'est-ce que c'est?
  • Sex, drugs, and rock and roll?
  • So it’s possible there’s an alternate version of myself out there that actually understands what the hell you’re talkin’ about?
  • I can be as diplomatic and open-minded as anyone.
  • I’m still pretty sure I’ll say: 'Bite Me’.
  • We came to Earth to hide among your people a long, long time ago.
  • You may have come to the right place.
  • Wasn’t I just killed? Killed as in… dead? Well, this is a surprise then.
  • She, uh, she tried to seduce me…
  • Hey! I’ll tell you what’s wrong. I just woke up, haven’t had coffee, let alone a pee in seven days…
  • I pride myself on my deductive reasoning skills.
  • You know me, I’m a huge fan of subtlety, but that’s downright encrypted!
  • You want sarcasm? Nice to meet you.
  • He really didn’t say anything but I could tell he was opposed to my actions by the way he cocked his head and sort of raised his eyebrow.
  • No one will know. We won’t tell.
  • Never, in the history of boredom, has anyone been as bored as I am, right now.
  • You ended a sentence with a preposition, bastard!
  • And? But? So? Therefore?
  • Which brings to mind an obvious question: How could you marry such a loser?
  • Actually, that overwhelming desire to shoot you has come back.
  • Oh, I’m [name], all right. That’s the one thing in this conversation I’m sure of.
  • You’re like, what… 140?
  • No, my leg’s definitely broken.
  • If I ever get the urge to help anybody again, feel free to give me a swift kick.

anonymous asked:

Please can we get a couple of hcs for the chocobros & Ravus (& Ardyn if you write for him too!) with a s/o who is just as much of a picky eater as Noct (or maybe even worse)? Either way, I love your blog a lot, keep up the good work! 😘

This is super cute, because I can definitely relate to this one as a pretty picky eater myself. c: So here! Let’s write something for ya, dear anon~
(Really wanted to write for Ardyn too, but I got stumped. D: NEXT TIME WHEN I HAVE MORE TIME, FRIEND!)

Just Eat It! – Final Fantasy XV x S/O Picky Eater & Special Diet Headcanons

Noctis Lucis Caelum

  • It would be a pleasant evening, the two of you had thought. Going out to a nice restaurant that was not too loud, but not too formal to where you had to be quiet. Seemed nice enough.
  • The two of you sat down at your table, looking at the menus quietly in focus. Noctis was very particular about what he wanted to get, of course – Grilled Barramundi with rice. No veggies, no extra garnish. Just butter it up and grill it, and it’d be golden.
  • He noticed that you were really quiet in your place, gripping the menu with a rather bothered expression over your face. When he asked what was wrong, you merely said you were just looking still. He knew something was really bothering you, however.

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anonymous asked:

How do you have it so easy? There's hardly 40 fics and 4 series in your masterlist. And almost all of them have over 100 notes each if not more. You have a boyfriend, your always so patronising and you hang out with all the big blogs. I've written more and better than you but I still don't have as many followers or friends on here. Why are you so lucky?

Well Anon, I AM pretty lucky as far as my followers and friends go. It is beyond me, why they like me. I think it has more to do with them being awesome people, than it has to do with me. 

That being said, I’d appreciate if you didn’t drag my personal life into this. If you even for a second think that I’ve had a cake walk in this life, you couldn’t have been more wrong. Do not pretend to know me, because you don’t. There is a reason I don’t reveal much about my personal or romantic life here, and I am going to keep it that way. I don’t even know what else to say here.

Your name is Hanazawa Shigeo, and when you are twenty four years old, you meet a boy.

His name is Reigen Arataka.

[For @tardistype221b. I was your gifter for the Mob Psycho 100 Holiday Gift Exchange 2016 at @christmas-shou! I am so sorry for how late this is. Happy (belated) Holidays!]

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Originally posted by magikasa

This morning when the smell of fresh poured coffee woke him up, he felt like something was off, it was like his own brain was sending him warning bells but he was too troubled to notice, he got up and took a shower, dresses and rushed to the door without a second glance at the girl that was waiting for him, his day was going ok he even let out a relieved sound escape from his lips when he managed to put the final touches on the new album, he even felt happy, Teddy hyung smirked at him.

“What?” he asked with a satisfied smirk on his lips

“Nothing, I just though you wouldn’t come today” he said making him frown, why wouldn’t he come today?  “Y/N must be an angel and truly understanding of you working on her birthday” he said with a smile “I called her wishing her happy birthday and send with Seungri my present” he said as an after tough, but he stopped listening, your birthday, today is your birthday and as he saw his watch it was already late your birthday was yesterday, his mind just froze, Teddy hyung voice was no longer in the back ground, he turn to look at him, teddy looked at him in shock  “you forgot?” he asked half yelled at him, he run to his car, your birthday, he forgot that and also their anniversary last month, the anniversary of your parents deaths…  if he was honest he didn’t recall a day when the two of you shared dinner or spend more than an hour together, you didn’t say anything to him, there was no yelling or emotional fights, you just took it…

He managed to get there in no time at 3 in the morning there was no traffic and no people around, his apartment was dark when he went in, he turn on the lights he saw various colored wrapping papers, some boxes and soft blue and silver star balloons in the living room, but you were not there, in the kitchen was a half eaten cake and dirty dishes in the sink, he went to their room just to find it empty, he found himself in yet another empty space, but right there in the night stand he saw the ring he gave you, a note stood beside it, he lifted afraid of what it might say but he had an idea of its contents.

Jiyong;

Oppa, don’t worry I understand. you have an important job and many expect a lot of you so I won’t burden you with petty fights or feelings that you so clearly don’t want or care about, so I will remove myself from your life but still I wish you the best, happiness, health and everything good because I love you.

I took my stuff already, don’t worry about the mess, I was leaving when friends came and surprised me but the cleaning lady comes early in the morning so go to sleep and rest, I programmed the coffee maker and the alarm clock for you, I really hope you take care of yourself better, eat healthier and sleep more.

Love you, always  Y/N

Pd: Congratulations on the new album, Teddy oppa and Youngbae oppa say that is getting quite awesome and that you are working really hard at it, like if I didn’t knew that already…but I know, it will be amazing… Fighting!

The tears never stopped, he wanted to scream and break everything but that wouldn’t solve anything the fact that he missed so many things, he can remember now all the times you wanted to start a conversation with him and he didn’t even glanced at you, the times you made meals for him that he never tasted, the times he found you asleep on the sofa waiting for him to come back home, he cursed at himself and he felt so empty so… alone…

Ypov-

You are exhausted, if you were honest with yourself you have been waiting for Jiyong who has come home pretty late every day, you knew he was busy making the new album for their comeback so you haven’t complained about it, the silence of his part was discouraging when you tried to talk with him, your job was getting demanding and tiring but still you managed to get home and cook for him even if he didn’t tasted anything you had done, slowly but steady you have been feeling like you lived with a complete stranger and you hated it, you cried and got angry at him, but at the end you understood that he was after all G Dragon.

You watched Jiyong last night or better said early in the morning enter your shared bedroom, change and freefall in the pillows next to yours, he was asleep instantly, according to Teddy oppa call that morning he didn’t want to see your boyfriend today in the studio so you knew that he would be staying in; that your boyfriend needed rest, and a healthy meal, so you left quietly the apartment to go to the grocery store.

At your return the apartment was in silence, you left the bags in the counter, put things away in the right place and began to cook, trying to reach for a plate in the other side of the stove without looking you grabbed a hot pot with your bare hand making you yell and throw the hot pot in the process, the hot liquid splashed in the floor making you jump in pain when it hit your bare legs, you stepped away turning off the stove…

“what the fu… Y/N!” Jiyong yelled making you jump and turn to look at him surprised you forgot he was in the house too, you have grown accustom  that he was always out

°Oppa° your voice was soft, your eyes were wide rimmed with tears and your lips formed a pout in pain “I’m so sorry, I forgot you were her… sleeping; I’ll clean this, just go to sle…”

“oh my god Y/N I’m sorry, god I’m so sorry!” he said cutting you off and running to hug you

“oppa?” you asked shocked forgetting the pain in your hand, you have never seeing him this upset and this behavior was worrying  you “babe, what’s wrong, did you had a bad dream?” you asked holding him, he froze and separated from you, then he turn to look at the apartment you looked at him and then at the apartment soft rays of light entered the apartment making it bright and homey, he looked at you again you were frowning  worried, then he saw his clothes soft gray sweatpants and white t shirt.

“what day is it?” he asked you before you could ask anything

“uh, Sunday?” you asked confused by his behavior, tears were still in his eyes

“no, the date?”

“are you trying to trick me to tell you if you forgot an important date? Because you haven’t you still have a month for our anniversary” you said, he smiled and you had to smile with him because you haven’t seen that smile in a while he hug you again and started to kiss every surface of skin that was visible “oppa you ok?” you ask; he was worrying you more by every second that passed

“yes!, god I love you, Y/N  I love you, never forget that, I know I been busy and distant but I love you and I’m sorry” he said in your ear, you embraced him and hissed when your hand touched his back, that made him pull back and look at your hand which was red and hurt a lot

“I’ll take you to the hospital come on” he said pulling you by your good hand, you followed him still a bit confused, in the car he was quiet and at every opportunity he stared at you, it was making you over conscious of your appearance

“jiyong, is something wrong, do I have something on my face or something?” you asked pulling down the small mirror in front of you, you didn’t noticed anything different maybe the dark circles under your eyes were a bit more dark and big, or maybe it was the paleness of your skin, but apart from that you looked normal

“is nothing” he said, he parked the car and before he could get out you stopped him

“Jiyong, you don’t need to come, I’ll go you return home and rest ok, you need it” you said, smiled at his surprised face and opened the car door with your healthy hand, you closed the door and began to walk to the entrance of the hospital, he jogged to reach you and took your uninjured hand in his, you stopped surprised and turn to look at him, he was looking at you with fear in his eyes, you frowned

“I don’t want to lose you” he said making you more confused

“What? They are probably just going to put some cream and bandages” you say “you can go home Ji, seriously you need to sleep” he denies

“no, I… no, come on” he says pulling you to the hospital, you follow the medics are fast and you were right cream and bandages…

“Kwon Jiyong what is it, you are starting to scare me” you ask because he hasn’t let go of your good hand and hasn’t stopped staring at you for the last few hours, he bites his lower lip and look at your interlaced hands, you saw how he began to blink away tears, you were getting nervous, was he going to tell you that he really didn’t love you anymore, or that he was tired of you?

“I… I had a nightmare” he said in a soft broken whisper, you felt relived at the admission but frowned

“What was it about?”

“I lost you” he said still not looking you, you frown

“Babe, it’s ok, I’m here, nothing has happen to me” you say he denies

“I neglected us, I pushed you away, I ignored you, I came home late and leaved early, I… forgot…”

“You forgot what?” you ask because this doesn’t sound like a nightmare, its pretty much what has been happening for a few months now.

“Our anniversary, your parents… birthdays… everything” he said still not looking at you

“so I left you” you say simply your voice sounds estrange to your own ears he looks at you now, tears flowing freely now but he nods, and in that moment your heart breaks because maybe you have been thinking in that yourself, your relationship hasn’t been good at all, you verily speak to each other, you don’t see each other anymore and yes maybe the alternative of leaving was a choice that popped in your mind in your darker days “I’m sorry” you say he looks at you searching for something in your eyes, his eyes grow wide at what he sees there the fear returns and more tears roll freely in his cheeks, you pull your hand from his and the fear spreads like fire all over his face, you clean his tears with your fingers

“Kwon Jiyong, I love you that won’t change, we will work hard for this relationship, I won’t give up if you don’t” you said he nods fervently making you smile and he smiles widely tears still flowing but you know that smile is a happy one, you press your lips to his and he responds immediately.

Quick survey for the BNHA fans:

What do you think Inko’s favorite flavors would be? Let’s just say that I have a fanfic in the making where she gets to eat cake, but I have no idea what she could like… I’m leaning towards strawberry, or chocolate, but I’m slightly biased there.

Suggestions are very welcome! =D