Lala gives the phone back to her sister and turns away from her. The sun breaks through the clouds, bathing the terrace in a warm morning glow. A breeze flows over the terrace, and it lifts Allison’s perfume into the air. Allie’s perfume was a fragrant scent Lala had grown to love. It was sharp and sweet and cold…all the things that Allison was on the inside. The day was beautiful, her sister was beautiful, and Lala wondered how so much darkness could exist in a world that also held so much beauty.

Lala: I have the worse luck. Falling deeply in love with horrible people.

Allison: You can’t help who you love. But if they hurt you so deeply, then you need to remove them from your life.

Lala: That’s very true. Allie, please give me back my recipes. And my pregnancy test.

Allison gasps. How had she been so stupid as to not put the test back?

Allison stutters: I don’t know what you mean.

Today i made some oatmeal-banana-cookies ! They are really delicious and a healthy snack :)
-2 big bananas(smashed)
-1,5 cup of oatmeal
-some milk
-honey( even if you like it sweeter)
-raisins(even if you like)
-some sunflower oil
Mix all the ingredients and form the cookies. Bake the cookies 10-15 min (200 degree)
Leave the cookies cool down and enjoy :)

Habe heute diese leckeren Hafer-Bananenkekse gebacken . Supereinfach, superlecker, supergesund !
Rezept :
-2 große Bananen( zerstampft)
-1,5 Tassen Haferflocken
-ein schuss Milch
-etwas Honig(wer es süßer mag)
-Rosinen nach Geschmack
-ein schuss Sonnenblumenöl
Alle zutaten mischen und auf einem Backblech die Kekse formen . Bei 200 grad 10-15 min Backen . Dann abkühlen lassen und genießen ! :)
My Father, the YouTube Star
I always knew my father loved food. I just didn’t know he’d been showing hundreds of thousands of people how to cook it.
By Kevin Pang

My dad makes enough in each month’s ad revenues to take my mom out for a nice lunch. Making the clips is a lot of work. The two of them test each recipe a half-dozen times before committing it to film. Dad is behind the camera and editing the footage; it’s usually my mom’s hands demonstrating. They don’t speak in the videos. They say they’re embarrassed by their spoken English and feel more comfortable using onscreen text, in Chinese and English, for instruction. Writing and translating this adds several more hours of work.

“Why?” I asked during one of our weekly phone conversations. “Do you want a show on the Food Network or something?”

“You really want to know?” my dad asked in Chinese. “Your mom’s great-grandmother used to cook amazing Shanghainese food for her. She would dream about it. But when your mom was finally old enough to ask for the recipes, her great-grandmother had already developed dementia. She couldn’t even remember cooking those dishes. The only thing your mom had left was the memory of her taste. We’re afraid that if you wanted to eat your childhood dishes, and one day we’re both no longer around, you wouldn’t know how to cook it.”

MariChat May Day One: Milk

She was testing a recipe and he showed up.

Oh boy, here we go, my favorite thing!

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Artwork ©: alazic02

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anonymous asked:

How did you meet your amazing girlfriend?

I’ve been sitting on this ask for some time trying to figure out the way to say this, so I suppose I will just tell the story as it happened.

I won’t be posting her URL here because I don’t want to send thousands of eyes to scour her blog, but we’ve been mutuals for something like a year, and always had crushes on each other, flirted a ton online, etc. But she lives very far away from me and this, of course, is a major obstacle, so we never made plans to act on that at all. She messaged me one day to say she’d be in town for a day or two on a family trip, and I brought up hooking up if she was interested, although I was such a nervous baby about it that I think I ACTUALLY said, “Hey we should make out or something if you want.” We agreed to meet, go to my place together, have a lot of sex, and make some sourdough because why not?  So in the days before meeting 1) I tried a new recipe and tested it out to ensure it would be good enough and 2) we sexted a ton (she’s good at this and also? world’s best Snapchat snapper) and just got to know each other really well, too, and I found out that we have all sorts of weird little things in common- we want the same number of kids, we want the same color Le Creuset oven, we like and dislike the same kinds of fruits, she has been making jam for several years and I have been making bread for several years, etc- and each of us made several obviously-not-regular-hookup comments about the other being :) the woman :) of our :) dreams :) and how ohhhh gosh if only she didn’t live so far away we’d totally be dating!

She made it to the coffeeshop where I work, and I saw her coming in the door, thought, “WOW she is prettier than I expected” and immediately pretended not to see her/to be very QUICKLY taking some trash to the back of house to go get myself settled. I put on what was apparently a very good -I am totally chill and not going to die- face, sat beside her, made some conversation about her trip up, blah blah, sexted for several hours while I was closing up shop, and decided we would catch a ride from a bar across the street from my job because I MAY have skipped out on a meeting to go fuck this really hot woman and didn’t want it to be super obvious. So I closed up like normal, went to go meet her at the bar, and she kissed me several times while waiting for the car because she was too excited to wait. Then we got home, made bread, and had really incredible sex during which she came 13 (THIRTEEN) times before I stopped counting :) :) :) And when she left I did my best to pretend not to be sad, but it didn’t work because she asked, “Are you sad?” and when I said “Oh! I didn’t think you could tell!” she proceeded to mimic my posture, which was hands-in-my-pockets, slumped over, and forlornly gazing at the ground because I’d had a really genuinely magical time with her.

The main thing is really that the second we met I just felt an instant sort of “WOW I’d like to keep this one around” feeling that I know from a lot of dating is extremely rare and really special, and I think there were lots of moments during our first date that were very much not regular hookup/hangout moments, like we each called the other sweetie more than once, spent…an absurd amount of time staring into each others’ gay eyes, held hands a lot more than would be normal for a hookup, etc. I think it took her a few hours after she left to really realize she was feeling the same thing, but every now and again you meet someone and it just feels right and natural and comfortable instantly, and you just MESH well, and that’s really what happened. So in the next few days we sort of talked things over and decided to give this thing a shot. And I’m glad we did! Sometimes you have to do the very stupid, very silly, very wild 20something thing to do and just go for it because you think you could find something really special and worth it. I think I just sort of thought, “No this isn’t the most logical thing in the world but I know how rare this feeling is and if I can, I don’t plan to let it go because of something like distance.” So now we’re girlfriends and I couldn’t be happier about it- she’s really wonderful and sweet and makes me incredibly happy and I’m so proud to be, as my blog is titled, Her Butch. She’s the best coincidence I’ve ever encountered, and I’m so glad that she came through the city at just the right time and on just the right day and we talked just often enough beforehand for her to tell me she’d be in town, because I honestly didn’t think I was capable of feeling this way again and she’s been a wonderful addition to my life. She’s a pretty excellent girlfriend and I’m more excited than I can say to kiss her again.

Damian Wayne/ Robin X Reader- Murder Kitten

After this post, there will only be 2 requests left!! Yay!!!!!  Also, this was requested by @abigailredgrave, who requests some pretty awesome stuff!!! I hope you guys enjoy this and have a nice day!!!!  If I am counting this right, THIS IS MY ONE HUNDREDTH FANFIC!!!! YYYAAYYY!!!

Warning: Swearing 

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Guess who just uploaded 4 new free printables? This girl! They’re available on Dropbox as PDFs (link in sidebar), meaning that they’re fully editable (I feel like Adobe Acrobat would be the easiest to do this with, but that’s just a suggestion). If you don’t want to edit them, you can save them as images directly from this post!

I’m always looking for feedback on these, so let me know what you think?

The cricket macaron test bake worked!!!!

Tonight for the very first time, I attempted to make macarons. I’ve never actually made macarons before- even normal ones, with ground almonds- and I’ve heard they’re notoriously tricky. So, sans stand mixer, sans a piping bag, sans a tested recipe, and sans almonds… I went for it.

Here’s what I learned:
1. I can’t pipe worth a goddamn.
2. It’s impossible to pipe good macarons without a real piping bag- using a plastic bag with a corner cut off does not work.
3. Cricket flour is an entirely acceptable substitute for almonds. I may no longer be welcome in France for this but it WORKED.

This is a test batch and they are HIDEOUS, but the structure is there. The skin formed, they all got feet (except for the huge one, but that one doesn’t count), they have the nice shell on the outside and soft middles, and… honestly, they taste great. They need some work, but for a test bake? I’m thrilled. I got feet! First time out and using CRICKETS, I got FEET!

Next time I’ll be using an actual piping bag and making some minor changes to my ratios- I think I needed a bit more egg white and a bit less dry ingredient mix- but this is going to work. 

That big one, bless its soul- i poked it every few minutes while they were resting to test skin development. They’re ugly as sin, but that’s a me thing. I can learn to pipe, after all.

Now they need to sit in the fridge for a bit before I fill them. I’m only going to fill a few- the uglies are going to get mixed into vanilla ice cream. After I get a real piping bag, I’ll be doing another batch, this time focusing more on appearance.

Felmar’s potion of Cure Disease

I fell sick with dengue fever (damn skeevers!) recently and dear friend Felmar from the College of Winterhold very generously sent me this recipe. Having tested it myself, it’s simple and delicious and thankfully does not require standard Cure Disease potion ingredients like vampire dust which are not known to taste very nice! All credit to @fokkentaad (thank you for helping me get well!)

“Although this may be better for a sore throat than a fever, here’s a recipe for a potion of cure disease that I’ve picked up over the years, not a lot of precise measurement involved, but I’ll throw some estimates”

You’ll need:
- One pint fresh strawberries
- equal amount black or white cherries, pitted
- equal amount blueberries or blackberries, up to your personal preference
- one lemon
- 1 cup of sugar
- a heaping tablespoon of honey

Simply toss all the fruit into a large pot, and fill most of the way with water
Boil, occasionally stirring and skimming off the foam that comes to the surface, until the fruits have blistered and blanched, and the solution has taken on a deep red color
Add the sugar, honey, and the juice from the lemon (zest too if you want it to actually taste of lemon), then continue stirring over the heat until the sugar and honey are dissolved
Filter (or don’t) into a large pitcher to cool, or ladle straight into a mug if you want it hot

Best of luck, and a quick recovery to you Dovahkiin
~Felmar, professor of alchemy at the College of Winterhold

The Kitchens

part ii

There wasn’t a time Sirius loved more than the beginning of summer. The promise of days and days of sun ahead of him. And, perhaps more so, the fact that those days were free of lessons and completely his—for the most part—to do with whatever he pleased. And there was also the parties. Sirius hated his family, that was true, but he couldn’t say he minded the connections, the money.

He laughed to himself. James would have smacked him right about now.

He had called for some food and blankets to be laid out by the swimming hole just off to the left of the castle for him and Regulus, only Regulus had yet to show. Sirius had spent the first hour waiting, but now floating lazily on his back. Regulus was making a habit of ditching Sirius lately. He wished he could call his younger brother pompous and call it a day but the hurt prickled inside of him like an unreachable itch. Sirius sighed, kicking out into the middle of the water. At least the sun hadn’t disappointed.

He’d asked James to come—he probably would have had loads more fun that way— but it was his day off. And Sirius knew, even as James sent him a guilty smile, that he didn’t stand a chance. Not when—what was her name again? Lily, Lily who worked as a housemaid, yes. Not when Lily was going to be at the pub in town. Sirius had waved him off. He didn’t want James to think he could, or ever would, make him stay. The truth was that James was his first and only friend. And Sirius was his employer. They were friends, of course, but work came first. Sirius was a prince first in James’ mind no matter how much he insisted against it. And he had insisted.

Apparently it was a prince’s job to swim and spend the summer alone. Of course, his mind did flash briefly to someone… but it was probably his day off too. Sirius would probably ruin it with some snide, accidental comment anyhow. His mother’s voice chided him in his head: Ghastly, Sirius, to be hanging about with that lot. Positively ghastly.

Sirius groaned, flipping into the water and kicking downward towards the muddy bottom.


The kitchen was burning. He’d been happy to have the room to himself, having finally convinced James and the others that he’d rather stay in—he really did want to try out the chocolate cake recipe Mrs. Potter had found for him even if James didn’t buy it—up until he’d gotten the ovens going. The coals felt like they were right on his neck. But he stayed, throwing all the windows open and mixing and cutting and whisking until it was a pleasant temperature with a cool breeze. The smell of summer and chocolate was a match made in heaven. He hummed to himself absentmindedly as he checked the recipe card, running his finger down the slightly heat smudged ink. As he stirred and checked, stirred and check, his mind went elsewhere, as it often did when he was baking.

Sirius hadn’t stayed long after Remus had found him the biscuits. He’d eaten one, and they’d sat there, next to each other, Remus trying to pretend he wasn’t staring, Sirius trying to pretend he wasn’t catching him.

A prince, Remus had told himself, Get out now, push it down, leave it be. Forget.

That had been Remus’ method for years. With the grocery boy in his home town, with the baker’s son in the village for a time being, even with James for brief period when he’d first got here—he’d gotten over that one quickly.

He had tried to deny this one, but honestly, his breath had caught the second Sirius crouched down next to him by the fire. That was not what he had been expecting. He wasn’t saying Sirius was perfect. He was clearly not a man of both worlds. He was slightly obnoxious, slightly oblivious, slightly pompous, and, possibly, slightly attractive. Note the slightly. But he was kind. Remus saw it in the smiles that slipped through. He was born into the obnoxious, oblivious, pompousness, but the kindness was his own. Remus had overheard his mother—the queen—giving Mrs. Potter instructions for a banquet before. Yes, the kindness was all Sirius. Remus’ stirring had slowed into a lazy motion that he was no longer conscious of. He frowned out the window. And Sirius would catch himself. Repeatedly. He watched him realize what he had said and look sorry for it. Comments like that were burned into him but he was slowly realizing. Maybe he had James to thank for that, but Remus had a sneaking suspicion it was Sirius’ realization as well.

“Always alone.”

Remus whipped his head around, only just managing to keep his bowl on the table, and let out a breathless laugh. He was met with a smiling, rather wet Sirius.

“That’s the third time. I’m starting to think you like doing that.”

Sirius walked in, his shirt sticking in patches to his damp skin. Remus swallowed, dragging his eyes back to Sirius’ face, “Can I get you anything?”

Sirius heaved himself onto a stool across from Remus, eyeing his bowl, “No, I don’t think so… Thought everyone would be at the pub. I just… didn’t want to go upstairs.”

Remus started whisking again, adding a few sifts of flour to thicken the chocolate paste, “No?”

“My mum’s planning a party. First of the summer’s, it’s-”

“Summer’s Eve.” Remus finished, shooting Sirius a smile.

Sirius set him a lopsided grin, “Right. Right, you’d know about that…”

“Always liked watching the dancing.”

Sirius worried his lip, eyebrows pulling together, “Yeah?”


Sirius picked up an egg, holding it between his palms, “How long have you been here?”

Remus leveled off some sugar, crushing some clumps with his fingers, “I think its about a year now.”

Remus looked over the measuring cup when Sirius simply hummed, only to find him staring back at him.

“Funny, that we’ve never met.” Sirius said after a moment.

Remus raised an eyebrow, dumping the sugar in, “Not really.”

Sirius huffed out a laugh, “Yeah. Yeah, not really..”

Remus looked away from Sirius’ smile, swallowing over the heat bubbling in his chest. He was suddenly very aware at just how filthy his apron was. Not to mention his shirt. He glanced quietly at the hole in his left shoe toe.

“Why aren’t in town, anyway? I figured everyone would be at the pub. This place is deserted. Well, except for you.”

Remus cut a slab of soft butter, smoothing it around the bottom of the pan with his knife, and tried to shrug as casually as he could, “Dunno. Don’t like the pub much.”

“Why? Everyone likes the pub.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “How would you know?”

Sirius straightened, eyeing Remus, “Everyone seems to like the pub. Or really, I guess everyone just seems to like the girls there.”

Remus laughed, “True.”

Remus saw Sirius lean forward on his elbows in his peripheral vision, “Don’t you like a girl there? Or here? Someone to go with.”

Remus felt the familiar discomfort at this question rising in his stomach, “No,” he cleared his throat, crumpling some parchment paper in his fist, “No, not particularly.”

“No?” He heard something, something in Sirius’ voice. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he feared the worst.

“Not at the moment, I mean. I’m sure I’ll- I’m sure there’s someone. Just- I’m just waiting for- that someone.” He sounded idiotic and he knew it.

“Oh. Of course. That must be nice.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “Being alone?”

Sirius looked up at him from where his gaze had been focused on the egg he was holding. His eyes were sad and honest, “Being able to choose.”

Remus opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “Oh.”

Remus threw everything he had into squashing the feeling that was rising in his chest. Of course. He’s a prince. You know your place and it isn’t with… It can never be with-

Sirius shook his head a little, pushing his wet hair off his forehead so it stick up in the front. He offered Remus a small smile, “You must be just loving this. Listening to me complain. You probably think I have the whole world and yet here I am..”

Remus scoffed, snapping out of it and pouring the batter into the pan over the parchment paper, “That’s an awfully big assumption.”

Sirius sighed, rolling the egg on the table, eyes following it as it changed directions on its own, “Yes. You’re right.”

He was much more willing to admit Remus was right today.

Remus turned back around from pushing the cake into the oven, dusting flour off his hands, “Do you even know how to cook that?”


Remus smiled, “That’s pathetic.”

Sirius jolted up at that, “I beg your-“

“Sorry.” Remus was still smiling.

Sirius’ eyes were narrowed but Remus could see the smile that was threatening to show itself.

“Can you do the Summer’s Waltz?”

Remus blinked, “What?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “Can you?”

“Well, no-“


Remus stared at him for a few moments, “I’m lost.”

“I’ve no reason to know how to cook an egg, so I can’t. You can. You’ve no reason to know the Summer’s Waltz, so you can’t. But I do, so I can.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “Yes, alright, very clever.”

Sirius smiled. Remus turned to the oven with one of his own. The flames seemed less bright that that smile.

Get out now, push it down, leave it be.

Remus took a deep breath. Forget.

“Am… Am I bothering you?”

Remus turned to Sirius once more, rather too quickly, “Hm? What?”

Sirius actually looked a little sheepish, “It’s just… I realized I just sort of… came in. You were alone. I don’t know-“

“No.” Again, too quickly, “No,” Remus cleared his throat, “You’re fine. I mean- I mean to say you- I mean, of course you can be here. You’re you.”

Sirius’ brows pulled together, corners of his mouth turning down, “That’s not what I meant.”

Remus took a shaky breath. Of course you’re fine, I want you here, “I know. Sorry. I don’t mind you being here. I’m just testing recipes…”

Sirius seemed to relax a little and got up, spying the recipe card on the table, “But you bake every other day of the week…”

Remus was very aware that Sirius was right next to him, and very aware that he hadn’t bathed that morning, “Well… I like chocolate.”

Sirius looked at him.

Remus motioned to the oven, “I never get to bake for myself. I like chocolate, I made chocolate cake.”

Sirius was quiet, just nodding and looking so intently at Remus that he felt his cheeks start to heat.

“It will be ready soon… If you-“


Remus almost laughed at the quick response, “Alright…”

The lapsed into a silence. Remus alternating between watching the cake and watching Sirius, and Sirius alternating between rolling the egg and watching Remus.

Remus poked fun at Sirius when he watched in (almost) awe as he took the cake from the oven, and nearly hit him when he recounted how different it looked without all the dressings and plates.

“Absolutely ridiculous…” Remus muttered under his breath.

“Can we…”

Remus looked up when Sirius trailed off. Sirius’ hair was dry now and slightly fluffy around his ears from the heat, and with the way his cheeks were heating up Remus took a step back. Because he didn’t look royal right then, in his fluffy hair and bare feet. He looked normal. He looked attainable.

No one you look at is attainable.

“Can we..?” Remus prompted.

Sirius straightened, “Can we eat it like this?”

Remus blinked and his mouth slowly formed a smile, “Had too much of proper life, have you?”

Sirius shot him a look and Remus sat down and dug his fingers into the cake, taking a rather large chunk out of the side. Sirius grinned almost impishly and pulled a stool over next to Remus, taking a chunk from the other side.

“My god.” He said, “This is fucking brilliant.”

“The eating method or the cake?” Remus said through cake.

“Both.” Sirius sighed, “Can’t remember liking dessert this much in a long time.”

“Excuse you!” It came out sounding more like hue hu! and Remus swallowed, “I make that dessert.”

Sirius held his hands up in mock surrender, “I think it’s good and all, don’t get me wrong. I’ve just… I don’t know.” He was quiet for a moment and then, “Maybe the company makes the meal.”

Remus started, blinking at Sirius. He had chocolate on his upper lip, his hair was still fluffy, his cheeks were even more pink than before. And Remus could feel the tug. The familiar, forbidden tug.

“I-“ He was out of his seat before he knew what he was doing, chair screeching back against the slate floor painfully, “Um.”

Sirius stood too, “Remus..“

Remus couldn’t decide if it was a plea or a question. He wanted to stay. God, Sirius had only said his name and he wanted to staystaystay.

“You can have the rest of the cake. I’ve just remembered-” His mind drew a blank to any excuse he could have made.

And he was gone, leaving Sirius alone in the kitchen with half a cake and a frown.

Home Remedies (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Summary: anon request, Jim is sick with the flu and needs a little TLC.

Request:  Loved your last fic!! If you’re still taking request, how about jim being sick (like a flu or something) and he becomes clingy to the reader? All cute and fluff please. Thank you! 

Warnings: None (just fluff)

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

A/n: I LOVED writing this, needy Jim gives me life.

Words: 922

You could hear Jim sniffing from the kitchen as you pottered around making chicken soup and he was feeling sorry for himself in the bedroom after coming down with the flu. It was always this way at the end of a mission, he would spend such a long period of time stressed up to his eyeballs that the minute he got a whiff of time off he was bed bound with one illness or another.

The Enterprise was docked in Yorktown for a couple months to undergo repairs and to give the crew some down time with friends and family. The apartment you shared with Jim wasn’t large. It had one bedroom, one bathroom, and an open plan kitchen/diner, but you finally had a space to call your own and you loved it.

As you were dicing the vegetables to put in the stock you had made, you heard Jim sneeze particularly violently.

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Glacier headcanons!!!

- whenever Cole does push-ups, he asks Zane to sit on his back so he “can actually have a challenge for once” (Cole does it because Zane keeps him from overheating, and also he likes to show off for the nindroid)

- Zane sometimes asks Cole to taste-test his recipes, and they use this time as a really sweet bonding experience

- Zane doesn’t tell anyone but PIXAL (since my headcanon is that she’s his long-suffering best friend/platonic soulmate) that he really, really likes Cole’s muscles

- seriously, Zane will stare at Cole who’s sweating and working out and PIXAL will just lightly scold him before teasingly pointing out all of Cole’s muscle groups

- Kai is super perceptive and instantly picks up on this thing between Cole and Zane, but doesn’t say anything because he wants them to figure it out for themselves

- Lou and the Royal Blacksmiths, Edna, Ed, Dr. Julien, Wu, Garmadon, and Misako (basically all the older folks) know what’s up with the Earth and Ice Ninjas. They have a betting pool going on for when either boy asks the other out

- Kai eventually learns about the betting pool and joins in (he’s got his money on Cole asking Zane out at a really romantic moment like watching the sunset after a battle because Cole is that kind of guy ya know)

- the Betting Pool Squad eventually renames the ship, “OTP: Triple Tiger Sashay” because of how Zane seems to melt whenever Cole pulls off that move

- Cole makes sure Zane is within eyesight whenever he does the Triple Tiger Sashay because he always does the famous Growl at him

- the Growl does things to Zane’s internal systems and PIXAL has to do a mini reboot to get him back online

- Zane isn’t consciously sexy or suggestive, but he moves gracefully and that draws Cole’s attention because he can appreciate that kind of movement as a dancer

- neither boy knows when they started liking the other, it just sort of happened naturally for the both of them

- in their down time, Cole and Zane often play chess; both are highly intellectual and love mental challenges. Most of the time their matches end in draws

- professionally, Cole appreciates Zane’s intelligence, insight, and ability to quickly adapt to new situations; Zane appreciates Cole’s hardworking attitude, leadership abilities, and focus in battle

- non-professionally, Cole likes introducing Zane to new movies and music and books, making him laugh or smile whenever there’s a chance, and being his taste-tester in the kitchen; Zane likes engaging Cole in deep discussions about anything and everything, being his regular sparring partner, and watching Cole do dance routines

- Cole and Zane are more introverted than extroverted, and so spend a lot of comfortable silence in each other’s company either reading or meditating

- funnily enough, Lloyd thought they were dating since way in the beginning. When he tells Kai this, Kai cracks up and includes Lloyd in the Betting Pool

- out of all the Elemental Masters, Karlof ships Glacier the most because he saw how Cole reacted to finding Zane alive in Chen’s dungeon and how close Cole stayed near Zane during the planning stage of the break-out mission

- Neuro also ships Glacier because he got snippets of their thoughts on each other, and secretly thinks it’s kinda cute but doesn’t tell anyone

- Karlof and Neuro eventually join the Betting Pool Squad, and that’s a whole other story

shannon5288  asked:

🇮🇹Romance Headcanon for the Chocobros? 😊

There you are! ✨
It took two hours and a half to write this, I’m hopeless, so I really hope you like it!
I totally loved writing Ignis’s one! Thank you for the request~ ♥

🇮🇹 Romance Headcanons - Chocobros

• Prompto would be the best loving guy ever. His ever bright personality would let him be able to make his dearest feel at ease and cheerful whenever he is around. His smile is contagious, the sun inside him makes everything shine. He’s not aware of this, though.
• He would care so much for you and, although he may result lovingly awkward in his attempts, he would try to never disappoint you. He wants to be your pride, and that let him grow as a person.
• Spending time with him would be a whirlwind of laughters and soft kisses. He’d like to take you on dates, he’d love holding your hand and show the world how much he cares for you. It makes people around you smile and say with adoration, “What a cute couple!”.
• Dates with him would be sometimes out of the ordinary - like, “Hey!, let’s have a Chocobo race! The winner decides where to go next” -. He wouldn’t mind spending some time with you alone at home, where you can stay in bed cuddling, kissing and hugging, pillow and tickle fights, a film and snacks. Actually, those are his favourite dates!
• Selfies, selfies, selfies~! He’s Prompto, after all, and he likes to make memories. His camera would be filled with photos of the two of you together, smiling, laughing, or kissing, but he loves taking photos of you when you’re not expecting it. He has a collection of photos of you while you sleep, or perfectly inserted in every kind of landscape you visited with him.
• He would do just anything for you, literally! He would buy you ice-cream and candies, every kind of book, if you like to read, video games to play together, and lots of plushies. He would take you to every place you’d like to visit, and cover you with affection and love every time you feel down. He needs it too, though. There are times in which he feels worthless and useless, but he has you by his side ready to remind him how beautiful his heart is.

• As former Prince of Lucis, Noctis would have a lot of plans and obligations, so that it would be difficult for you to spend time alone together, but he would eventually make it somehow, and it would be magical.
• He would like for your relationship to work perfectly. It could require a little effort, maybe, but it isn’t as difficult as it seems. The two of you love so much the time you manage to spend together that it doesn’t matter if you can’t see him for a day or two.
• He’s totally into doing cute things together, like cuddling under a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate, trying to cook something sweet together, like cookies or cupcakes, and napping together. He wouldn’t restrain in covering you with kisses and smiles, or hugging you from behind when you don’t expect it. That’s his favourite, actually.
• Even though he’s so narcissistic sometimes, he’s so shy when it comes to dating. He’d blush quite for anything: you entwining your hand to his, a kiss on the cheek, a smile too bright and happy. His cool attitude would break at this, and his lips would part in an awkward smile that makes you giggle. He’s trying his best, and you love it.
• As he doesn’t want it to be a bother for you, he’ll probably try to hide your relationship from everyone in the castle - his friends the only exceptions -. He has the habit of sneaking out of his duties just to come and kiss you - “I missed you so much, I couldn’t avoid it!” -. You’d scold him, but his heartbroken expression would make your heart ache, and you can’t help but jump at his neck, thank him, and kiss him.
• He’s overprotective and extremely jealous, he fails to hide it even if he doesn’t want anyone, especially you, to notice. He would stick around you every time you hang out somewhere, holding your hand tightly and throwing stern and threatening looks to anyone who even tries to glimpse at you. Even if he doesn’t want you to talk about it, that would amuse you, but it makes you happy.

• Being involved in a romantic relationship with Gladiolus Amicitia means: adventure. He’s not a sedentary guy, he loves exploring and going for long excursions in places never seen before. He would take you with him - consider it to be a great honour! - and share with you his most loved locations.
• You wouldn’t mind watching him as he trains. You love noting how his muscles tighten up and twitch under the heaviness of his great sword, hearing his voice coming out of his throat husky from the exertion. You would be ready to offer him a towel to get rid of the sweat, wiping the droplets from his face, then laying a little kiss on his forehead, and a flower crown on his dark hair.
• Gladio would protect you with his own life, if necessary. You’re his special one, after all, and he would not let anything to touch you, for any reasons. With time, you could decide to start training with him, and learn how you could be a little independent, but no matter what, he’ll stick by your side.
• Sometimes the two of you would decide to camp together, in need of some time alone. Any haven is great, all that matters is being together under the stars. You would eat his loved Cup Noodles with him - he would sometimes let you feed him -, talk a bit with you sat on his lap, then going to sleep. If you feel too cold, no problem! Gladio will pull you the closest to him and he is not going to let you free yourself from his embrace.
• Just because he’s a big guy doesn’t mean he can’t be romantic. Actually, he’s hopeless. He loves to spoil you beyond every limit, treating you with every kind of gift. Not always ordinary gifts, though. Whenever he goes away with the others, he’ll pick up anything that reminds him of you. A cute flower, a beautiful seashell, an hairpin with an encrusted little butterfly bought in a small shop. Nothing too fancy, really, but it would make you smile every time.
• He’d love to show you’re his by holding your hand, caressing your hair and kissing you, at times softly and extremely gently, others with a passion you’d never imagine he’d pull out. He doesn’t care that much if people stare, they have to know how happy he is.
• In intimacy, he’d be the best ever. Giving the fact that he’s twice your size, both in height and in muscles, he would be quite afraid to break you whenever he touches you. He’d be the most careful and caring man you’ve ever known. Making you feel comfortable would be his best achievement.

• As the gentleman he is, Ignis would treat you as a princess. It’s impossible not to fall for him. As he likes you, his good manners and perfect behaviour would try their best to stun you in every situation: is it raining? Ignis’s arm would immediately appear on your shoulders, his jacket over your heads. A puddle on your way? Would you mind jumping in his arms? He would be right there to catch you. - “I am afraid I’m not letting anything bringing you down”, he whispers in you ear, and you just melt.
• Living a romantic relationship with him means being involved in an eternal valzer, just the two of you. He’d lead you through every moment spent together with lightness and elegance. It would feel like you both live in your own little piece of universe, your complicity reaching unimaginable levels.
• You’d laugh at his puns, and he’d just fall for it. Making you laugh, hearing your giggles makes his heart flutter away, and he has to hug you and dive in your perfume.
• He comes up with innumerable utterly cute nicknames, conceived just for you. “Darling” and “Sweetheart” would be his favourite, but it seems there isn’t a brake to his imagination. In special situation he loves to call you “Kitten”, he’d use “Sugar” and “Honey” sometimes, but your absolute favourite has to be “Starlight”. (There’s a precise reason for it, I could write a little something about it if you like.)
• Of course, he’d cook for you, and you adore it! He wouldn’t mind going to some restaurant sometimes, but it would make him proud to glimpse at you while you’re eating and see, with a pleased smile, that you like what he prepared for you. He’d like to test new recipes made out with your favourite ingredients, and then let you taste test for him. Useless to say, everything turns you absolutely delicious but, more importantly, you can clearly feel his love emanate from his composition, and you never know how to thank him properly for his efforts.
• When he has to leave earlier than you in the morning, he’ll leave a muffin, a red rose, and a simple message on the nightstand. Your waking up couldn’t be sweeter.
• Whenever you’re outside with the others, Ignis won’t be as showing as you’d like to. He cares for manners, and even if he doesn’t like to put it between the two of you, he has a duty to fulfil. You understand, but you’d giggle and be so happy when he casually touches your hand, or leave a soft kiss on your hair, or even winks at you.
• Nothing makes him feel better that cuddling with you after a long day of work in the Citadel. His job as Royal Advisor can be hard to bear, and he loves “restoring his vitals” keeping you next to him while watching some culinary program or you playing some game. You could even take him to bed, enclose him in your arms at let him fall asleep in the crook of your neck.

Practical Magic: Practice for the Busy Witch

Seriously, Josh? You’re going to lecture us on the merits of practice? When did witchcraft become sports?

Woah! Easy! Witchcraft isn’t a sport! I’m just -

And for the gods’ sakes, if you tell us that it’s an art…

But it is!

Why are you lecturing us on practice?! We see it all over the place!

Calm down! Goodness!

It’s true that sometimes people get all up in a huff when they’re told that they need to practice something. Sometimes this is a result of upbringing, or a result of having been in sports or visual arts for so long. (I can understand… I was in soccer teams growing up, in concert band and marching band, in a handbell choir, and am trying to become a chef… all of which require significant amounts of practice in order to become proficient.)

So when the new witch is told that he or she should practice every day, it’s understandable that it may not be very… encouraging. Between school, work, and life, when is there time in the day to break out the altar and cast a spell? Let alone on a daily basis?

But that’s what I want to address. Now, I’m not one to say “stop practicing.” That would be bad advice, and very hypocritical of me to say, given that I’m casting spells regularly as well as testing new recipes and cooking techniques all the time. Instead, I want to provide encouragement and some tips on how to practice your magic on a daily basis. It’s much easier than many books and websites make it out to be. I don’t think even “Wicca for Dummies” really simplifies practice as much as it should.

What do you mean? How do you simplify practice? Don’t you have to practice each technique in order to master it?

Technically speaking, yes. But that’s if you’re approaching your personal training like a sport or like a culinary course. Spellwork isn’t a kitchen knife, but it does need to be kept sharp. Keeping it sharp is a matter of daily maintenance. Unlike sharpening a knife, however, magic doesn’t require a lot of equipment or physical effort on your part. We’ll break it down a bit, starting with the “why” and moving on to the “how.”

The Importance of Practice: The “Why”

Don’t you think this is a little obvious, Josh? Why would you need to tell us why we need to practice?

Simple. Knowing why is half the battle. For many individuals, practicing something does nothing if they don’t know why they’re practicing. When I picked up the clarinet in grade school, I was told to practice. I didn’t know why, and for the first couple of years, I had made no progress. It wasn’t until my mother explained that I needed to develop coordination in my fingers as well as learn how to read the music that I began to make much progress.

The same principle can be applied to magic. It is one thing to read theory, lore, history, and books on cultures and tradition. It’s another to implement all that you’ve learned. Like many witches, the first thing I learned about was energy work. I needed to understand what energy felt like and how it moved. However, it wasn’t until I talked with another local witch that I learned why I needed to practice working with energy, let alone maintaining my personal tradition.

First, there’s the fact that working magic is the art of moving energy and using it to manifest an intent. Second, there’s the fact that magic is also a relationship. It’s the art of looking into yourself and how you are interconnected with the world around you and with whatever spirits or divinities you honor. Tibetan monks didn’t start meditating overnight. It took days of actively trying to center themselves and exploring that relationship.

Another great example of this is found in nearly every town. Each week, Christianity, Islam, and Judaism has a Sabbath, or sacred day. On this day, worshippers gather in one spot to study, pray, and honor their god. This isn’t done simply because it is mandatory. Each member of that faith is trying to bring themselves and their relationships closer to their divinity.

Magic is the same thing. In itself, it is secular, but it comes from within yourself first. For those of us who are pagan, working magic every day and practicing isn’t just a matter of honing skills. It’s a matter of nurturing our relationships with Goddess and God, whatever the names may be.

Practicing magic is beneficial for several reasons: 1) It brings us closer to ourselves and trains us to be honest and open with who we are; 2) It brings us closer to the divinities we honor, allowing us to understand our place in the world and universe on a grander scale; 3) It helps us develop the spiritual “muscle memory” that can help us work magic when meditating for thirty minutes to an hour isn’t practical.

Busy Witch, Practical Witch - The “How”

Any witchy website you come across might give you a whole list of what you “should” do in order to practice and become a “more powerful witch.” That said, I have a couple of things to say. First, you’re not becoming “more powerful.” You’ve always been powerful. You’re learning how to reach your potential. Second, there is no right way or wrong way. It isn’t their tradition. It is yours and yours alone. So instead of telling you what you should do, I’m going to tell you what I do, and what I recommend that you try. If something I recommend doesn’t feel like it’s working after daily attempts over three weeks, drop it and pick up some other method. What works for me might not work for you.

Visualize - Before I get out of bed every morning, I like to encourage myself to use my imagination. For everything. It may seem childish at first, but it is invaluable and has always helped me to become better at visualization. So the first thing I do is mentally pretend that I’m some other creature. A dragon. A robot. A cat. A clay golem. As I begin to move, I see myself as that creature moving. I stretch out my limbs, and I breathe fire and smoke as I yawn. I unfurl my wings and writhe my tail. I see the air swirl around me as I displace it by moving around and getting up, like I’m pushing water around in a bathtub or a still pool. This is simple, requires very little energy, and allows me to more easily visualize on a regular basis.

Devotion and Affirmation - This is something that varies from witch to witch. I’m pagan and feel the need to do a mental devotion each day. Affirmations may be different by the hour, by the day, by the individual. A devotion is a small conversation between yourself and your deity. It’s establishing a personal goal for the day. “Today, I will devote my energy toward making others smile.” It can be as simple or as complex as you’d like, but it also has to be practical - something you know that you can do, but need to turn into a habit. “Today, I will be more organized. I will not procrastinate.” Often, devotions and affirmations go hand in hand. Affirmations are positive cheers for yourself or for the day. “I am calm and collected tonight.” Like working with intent, it is a phrase that can easily be visualized and is seen in the present and not as something in the future. The devotion enhances your relationship and shapes your mannerisms, while your affirmation hones your ability to focus intent and work in the present.

Energy Play - We always have a little bit of time to play. And this is something that can be done discreetly. Each day, try making little energy balls in your hand and manipulating their shapes. Visualize them. Are they solid, well defined spheres of energy, or are they wispy and trail out of your fingers like heavy fog? Try absorbing them or moving them around the room. If you feel comfortable enough, focus on an intent or purpose for it before sending it off into the world in order to create a very basic thought-form. If you’re like me, you’re working with energy constantly. I feel it in and around me all the time, and use that to my benefit. The first sip of coffee in the morning is loaded with magical energy that I’ve channeled into it - the first potion of the day. I do this at work, too, seeing the energy in the food I’m making and allowing myself to funnel feelings of happiness and satisfaction into every dish. The more you do it, the better you get. Since magic uses energy, this helps you to work with it instinctually, making on-the-fly spells simpler and quicker to cast.

The Daily Spell - Once again, every witch is different here. Some witches like myself are constantly casting. Others have more difficulty doing so. If you have the time, set aside a few minutes to do a simple spell. It doesn’t need to be complex. It could be stirring confidence into your coffee, or happiness into the jar of cookies in the kitchen. It could be sweeping negative energies out of the house while you clean. The more you do this, the more reflexive and natural it becomes.

The Meditation - Some will definitely disagree with me on this. Some people are more inclined to feel that meditation must be done every day and must require having a clear and empty mind. That’s completely acceptable for those individuals’ practices. For me, the meditation isn’t clearing the mind. It’s relaxing the mind. Letting my thoughts flow, my limbs relax, and my breathing to become deep. It’s letting go of the past and relinquishing my concern for the future and simply being in the moment. Everyone has a different way of doing this. There are many who find that driving gives them that release. Others find that it’s sitting in a quiet room, or losing themselves in music. For me, it’s the daily shower. With the hot water, the music in the background, and having my body fully exposed so I don’t feel restrained, I allow myself to simply be me, in the moment, without any concerns. My mind can run its course until it is capable of focusing on one thing, and one thing only. That’s what meditation is mainly geared toward - helping narrow focus and training the brain to stop multitasking so that all processing power is trained on one topic. This helps train the witch to focus intent. With all of that processing narrowed on the intent during spellcasting, distractions are less likely to have an impact.

The Joy - This last one is easy in concept, but difficult in action. It’s finding joy in the simple things. And honestly, this is one that you’d have to learn how to do on your own. But I started by choosing one thing each night that I felt went well in the day, no matter how large or small, and focused on why it brought me joy. The sizzle of the pan made me think of my mother making chicken cacciatore when I was younger. The trail of ants reminded me of what it’s like to feel accomplished after working hard. The kiss my boyfriend gave me reminds me that I’m loved. The hummingbird at the feeder showed me that life itself is worth living for.

In Conclusion…

Working magic and practicing it daily need not be a chore. It’s something that you develop into a habit by doing small things. These small things all add up and help us to become better witches and better individuals. If you’re a new witch, incorporate all of these little exercises into what you’re already doing with your research or your time spent with your Book of Shadows. Instead of seeing it as work, see it as playtime intermingled throughout the day!

Unlike cooking or playing an instrument, the core techniques for magic come from within you. If you practice loving yourself and practice embracing the childlike nature within yourself, you’ll find the wisdom is much easier to discover and the magic a natural part of life.

Blessed Be! )O(

anonymous asked:

Can I request a cute tickle war scenario with RFA+Saeran? Like maybe they're goofing off or they're asking questions to get to know MC and they notice her reaction even though she claims that she's not. And who would win the war between the members and MC? I love all the cuteness and fluffiness that goes on in MM 🙊🙈

I’m not the best at fluff, but I hope this is as fluffy as you wanted it to be!


  • You asked him to teach you how to play LOLOL a week ago. 
  • Now you two are on the couch playing against the other. 
  • He frowns when your guild beats his for the second time that afternoon, bringing your victories to a tie. 
  • “How’d you get so good so quickly? You’re a noob…”
  • “Hmph. You’ll be the bigger noob when you end up losing to a beginner.” 
  • “…” 
  • You’re on to round three, and the battle is getting close. He doesn’t want to lose. He can’t lose! His pride as a video game addict is on the line. 
  • Yoosung reaches over and pokes your side, causing you to flinch. Still, you refuse to take your eyes off of the screen. 
  • When you don’t respond, he reaches over and pokes you a second time, then a third. 
  • “Yah! Don’t even bother, Yoosung. My focus is impenetrable. Brace yourself for defeat!” 
  • He would have stopped had he not caught the small smile that had appeared on your lips that last time he reached out for you. 
  • He begins poking you repeatedly, making it more and more difficult for you to concentrate. Eventually Yoosung puts down his controller, tickling your neck and laughing as he watches you try to keep a straight face. He finds your stubbornness pretty hilarious. 
  • “You *giggle* can’t beat *giggle* me!” 
  • Finally, you put your controller down and begin tickling his shoulders. Every time he pokes your ribs, he earns a nudge to the stomach in return. 
  • Unfortunately, he’s even more ticklish than you are.
  • “MC s-stop, please I-I’ll throw up!” 
  • Soon, the two of you are on the ground, one on top of the other, breathless with laughter. 
  • Thanks to that distraction, you end up losing the game. 
  • 2-1 to Yoosung. 


  • You’re standing in the kitchen with a spatula in your hand, testing two new cupcake recipes for the cafe.
  • Jaehee comes up next to you and tests the batter out of one of the bowls. “This one is too bland. I think we should go with vanilla instead of carrot cake, don’t you?”
  • “But vanilla is so overrated…” You complain. “Besides, shouldn’t we wait until these are finished before we judge?” 
  • She thinks for a moment, then nods. She’s about to make her way back to the register when you call out to her. 
  • “Jaehee? Could you tie my hair up, please? My hands aren’t exactly clean right now…” 
  • She smiles a little at the sight of you in your rumpled apron, dutifully mixing the batter with your flour-stained hands. You were so cute to watch! The downside was that you never failed to make a mess when you were cooking; Jaehee could always tell when you’d been in the kitchen by the chaos your left in your wake -.-
  • She stands behind you and begins to lace your hair into a braid, taking notice of your slight recoil when she brushes the back of your ear.  
  • Hmm… Out of curiosity, she begins tickling your neck and your arms, causing you to shriek with laughter. “Jaehee- I’m- cooking!”
  • The sudden motion results in a vanilla extract stain on your shirt. 
  • But It’s so rare to see Jaehee being this playful that you don’t really want her to stop. You turn around to get back at her, chasing her around the counter and tickling her stomach. “Okay! I’m sorry- MC!- I’m- sorry, please-hahaha!” Thank God you didn’t have any customers right now, or they’d be wondering what sort of commotion was causing the maniacal laughter coming from the kitchen.  
  • You’re both giddy and covered in flour by the time you stop to catch your breaths. You have grated carrot in your hair, and Jaehee has a swipe of vanilla batter on her cheek. 
  • How could she have started this? T - T Jaehee realizes that the kitchen is an even bigger mess than it would have been had you remained there alone, testing out recipes by yourself. Now you’re both going to have to clean this up…
  • You test the batter on her cheek with your finger. “Not bad! I think we should go with vanilla, after all, Jaehee!” She reaches up and does the same, sighing. “I told you so!”  
  • I think MC wins this round. 


  • He’s watching you play the piano, well, trying to play the piano. 
  • You could dance and sing without a hitch. But instruments? Definitely not your strong suit. You’d taken classes as a child, but you’d always found it difficult. There were notes and there were keys and your fingers had to be in different places at just the right time - it was overwhelming! How does Zen do this? 
  • He flinches when you play yet another wrong note. “You need help, MC?”
  • You give him a dismal look. “Is that even a question? I’m awful.” 
  • Zen smirks. “Well, aren’t you lucky to have such a talented boyfriend here to teach you?” You roll your eyes. 
  • He sits next to you. “Alright, play this key, then this one. That’s right! Now follow me for this next part-” 
  • He follows the movements of your hands as you slowly, but surely, make it through the first page and a half of “Clair de Lune.” Zen can’t help but smile. The sound of the notes as well as the way you’re playing with equal parts caution and eagerness reminds him of when he himself first learned how to play. 
  • Of course, “Clair de Lune” isn’t exactly a beginner’s piece. You ask Zen how the next part is supposed to sound. 
  • He scoots over and reaches an arm behind your waist to reach the other side of the piano. You can feel his chest against your back as he places his hands on top of yours. “Like this.” 
  • Zen notices you biting back a grin when he begins to play. He initially thinks it’s because you’re enjoying yourself, but he soon becomes aware that his bangs are brushing against your cheek. Right! She’s ticklish. 
  • Zen finishes the next stanza before resting his chin against your shoulder and letting go of the keys. Before you can grasp what’s happening, he traps you in an embrace and pokes your waist. You let out a yelp. “Zen- please!” 
  • You get him back by turning around and tickling his arm. Zen erupts into a fit of giggles. He tries to flee to the living room, but you catch up to him, pinning him down on the couch and grazing his collarbone with your finger. Now it’s his turn to beg for mercy. “No- hey!- MC- I’ll finish the song!” 
  • Zen looks like he’s about to cry from laughter, so you decide to stop. “It seems that my ‘talented boyfriend’ isn’t a very good teacher. Can’t you concentrate for at least that long?” You ask teasingly.
  • He narrows his eyes, then sighs wearily. Zen gives you a soft smile. “Lord knows I can’t concentrate when you’re around.” 


  • You were surprised at his enthusiasm when you suggested having ‘commoner’ food for dinner for a change. 
  • “Well, why not? I’ve always wanted to try it. You don’t think I’m that much of a snob, do you, MC?”
  • His curiosity for experiences you considered so ordinary is always endearing, if not amusing. 
  • You take him to a small, local restaurant on the outskirts of the city. It’s not exactly Michelin-Star, but it’s quiet and tasteful. Jumin is sitting across from you, adjusting the sleeves of his sweater. It’s unusual to see him go a day without a blazer, but you’re grateful for it. Something about “matching the mood” of wherever you were taking him. As a result, the stately aura Jumin has about him seems diminished somewhat, replaced by something lighter and more mellow. 
  • Jumin’s eyes light up when he bites into a soup dumpling. What is this flavor? He isn’t sure about the nutritional content, but it’s certainly not what he had expected. What a pleasant surprise! “MC! You must try this!” 
  • You melt at his excitement - his enthusiasm is almost childlike. He leans forward to feed you, but you nearly spit your food out in the process. 
  • He gives you a concerned look. “What’s wrong, MC?”
  • You continue to chew the soup dumpling, making a waving motion with your hand. “Nothing, nothing.” You respond, a slight smile playing on your lips. 
  • Jumin blinks at you before observing that his foot had been grazing your ankle. I wonder… He moves his foot up toward your calf, causing you to clench your jaw. Ah-ha! 
  • Jumin tilts his head. “Something the matter?” He begins nudging you with his foot again, and soon you have to put your chopsticks down. “N-Nothing- nothing’s- wrong!” Of course, this only makes him want to tease you further. 
  • Finally, you burst into laughter and kick him back. Jumin shoots you a dangerous glare, but you keep going, anyway. He’s much better at concealing his laughter than you are, but he can’t seem to maintain his composure - Jumin is smiling and snickering more candidly than he’d normally allow himself to.  
  • Everyone wonders about the good-looking couple in back of the restaurant who seem to be getting along so well. 
  • You both stop when you realize just how many people are glancing in your direction. Jumin clears his throat. “They must think we’re having a good time.” 
  • “Aren’t we, Mr. Han?” You reply, tracing his calf with the tip of your shoe one last time. 
  • He bites back a grin before giving you a playful look.“I don’t know if you’re a good time, but the food here certainly is.” 

707/ Saeyoung

  • He’s trying to make a Honey Buddha Chip ring. 
  • You were simply observing him at first, but it soon turns into a contest. Saeyoung gets so shaky at the last few chips that he keeps having to start over again. Because of this, you’re able to catch up quickly. 
  • “How have you already gotten that far?!”
  • You click your tongue. “Look babe. I can’t help that I’m gifted.” He eyes your creation with envy - you’re only a couple of chips away from a perfect circle. You really did seem to have a knack for these things. 
  • Both in need of another chip, you simultaneously reach out for the bag lying on the table. Saeyoung’s elbow brushes against your hip, making you wince. “Oh. Sorry, MC.”
  • You purse your lips tightly before a laugh can escape, knowing that you’ll never finish this exercise in fundamental physics if Saeyoung’s playfulness is to be unleashed.“It’s okay.” 
  • Oh… That must have actually hurt. I’ll try to be careful now. Unfortunately, Saeyoung backs up to get a better view of his structure, managing to collide with you for a second time. Shit. “Sorry!” 
  • You’re a bit to slow to hide that smile. Was that…? Bag of chips in hand, Saeyoung slides over and nudges your side with his elbow once more. You manage to resist it for all of ten seconds before a series of chuckles escape your lips. 
  • “Sae- young! Please- I only have- four chips- left!” 
  • He manages to corner you by the kitchen counter, but you retaliate by tickling his stomach. “Wait- no! My precious- chips!” Sure enough, the chips in Saeyoung’s hand are now scattered on the floor. However, you don’t give him time to mourn. 
  • You run around like children, shrieking and doubling over with laughter every time you come into contact. Saeyoung is panting, and your face is beginning to feel warm from the sudden burst of activity. You lunge for Saeyoung’s neck, but he dodges you and bumps into the table. 
  • You both shout, “NO!” As your Honey Buddha rings collapse. All your hard work - gone! Saeyoung hangs his head and sighs. “We had that coming, didn’t we?”
  • You look at him, frowning. “What do we do now?”
  • “The only thing we can do.” 
  • Needless to say, the rest of the afternoon is spent consuming the remains of your Honey Buddha creations. 


  • You’ve just returned from the grocery store. Saeran is diligently organizing cereals while you arrange the flowers you had selected together.  
  • Saeran finishes before you. He comes around the counter and rests his chin on the palm of his hand, watching you decide between chrysanthemums and peonies. 
  • You bite your lip. “Which flower do you think best suits this color scheme?” You were always so particular about these things. That’s my girlfriend. Meticulous as ever. 
  • Saeran thinks for a moment before pointing to the chrysanthemums. “These are more like you.” You smile and replace the peonies, arranging them in a separate vase. A strand of hair escapes your ponytail and brushes against your cheek. 
  • Before Saeran can stop himself, he reaches a hand out to tuck the strand behind your ear. He thought his touch would cause you would stop and stare at him with that innocent, wide-eyed expression he’d grown so fond of, but you didn’t. What is this? 
  • He reaches out and and touches your chin, this time tracing his fingers down toward your collarbone. You on the other hand, are stunned by this action. You keep your eyes trained on the flowers, but you feel electricity dancing across your skin - being so bold isn’t like Saeran. However, you quickly dismiss any suspicion of vulgarity once you become aware of how intently he’s studying your expression. 
  • Why weren’t you responding? Hmm…? He repeats the motion, this time catching a glimpse of a smile on your face. I wonder… 
  • Saeran tickles your chin, and this time you erupt into a peal of laughter. You laugh is so bright and playful that he can’t resist. He walks around the counter and begins tickling behind your ears. “Saeran- I’m not- done!”
  • You would have fought to get away had Saeran’s expression not looked so lively. You reached up and tickled his neck. Surprise flashed across his face for a moment before being replaced by a stream of giggles. You loved it when his eyes lit up like that - he was having fun. It wasn’t often that he allowed himself to be this vulnerable. 
  • “MC- wait- I might- cry!” 
  • In the midst of all the laughter, you had nearly knock one of the vases down. Thankfully Saeran catches you in time, wrapping you in his arms to prevent you from making contact with the kitchen counter. 
  • You both blush once you realize just how close you are. You look away bashfully, each of you thinking: “Now there’s the timid person I know so well.” 
  • You decide to break the silence. “You said chrysanthemums were ‘more like me’. What did you mean?”
  • Saeran sighs. “You’re never going to let me live this down,” he begins. “But chrysanthemums signify happiness.” 

sheridandwyer  asked:

Would it be okay to request the RFA + V + Saeran finding out that MC has a tickle kink?(enjoys being tickled not doing rhe tickling if that's okay!)

I don’t know if this makes any sense since I couldn’t find much on my research, I didn’t even know this was a thing, tbh

Hope you still like this! ^^

RFA + Saeran and V with a MC who has a tickle kink


  • He looooves to tickle you
  • But just in a cute way, he had no idea you liked this for other reasons
  • He just notices sometimes you cause some situations that will lead to him pinning you under him in the couch while he rocks his hair on your neck
  • Just to test it out and make sure the beast is not playing tricks with his mind, he doesn’t tickle you after you kept loosing his hair from the ponytail everytime you passed by him.
  • And he notices how frustrated you get, so… it’s not hard to put 2 and 2 together.
  • So he ends up giving what you want, and boy… all your whimpering and writing has gained a new meaning to him.
  • So he’ll do more often just to get you in the mood for… something else.


  • He doesn’t like being tickled because he has so many ticklish spots
  • So he wouldn’t do on you something he doesn’t want you to do on him
  • But jfc, you’re such a tease coming behind him while he’s cooking and stealing pieces of food when he clearly told you to wait until it’s ready like, a million times
  • So he had it, and now you’re against the counter with him attacking your sides.
  • Well, he knew he could never pull it off that punishment thing that well, but the fact that you’re enjoying your punishment is so frustrating.
  • Okay… maybe not that frustrating when you whimper his name and tell him to stop! Then to go on… you’re… pleading, you’re begging… him to go on
  • And on… and on… and on… oh, look, you two ended up in bed.


  • She kinda knows as you told her you had a thing for being tickled when you were both very drunk. But she doesn’t know if you actually said it, since you both were, well… drunk.
  • And she would like to ask you, but she’s afraid it was just a drunk hallucination and you will think she’s a weirdo.
  • But as you get closer with time, she grows some courage to actually tickle you when you start getting a little naughty when you two are testing some recipes for the café
  • You pretend you’re chill, then bam! You purposely get some chocolate stain in your neck and ask her if she wouldn’t like to clean it up… with her tongue.
  • She narrows her eyes at you and pin you against the balcony, tickling your sides.
  • And you’re not pulling away??? Much on the contraire, you keep gripping at her neck to bring her closer???
  • So yeah… it was true, you do have a thing for this. But actually seeing it as you writhe and whimper, she gotta say… maybe it isn’t that crazy?


  • He doesn’t believe in tickling. When he wants to tease you, he uses more… sophisticated methods.
  • And of course you like them too, but just imagining his slender long fingers with these perfect oval nails dancing up and down your sides, reaching your hip bones, then going all the way down the back of your knees… gurl…
  • Another thing he doesn’t believe? Kink shaming, especially if it’s your kink.
  • He’ll be happy to oblige to your wishes. This man has no problem in doing whatever it takes to make his kitten purr.
  • And this can be interesting for him as well.
  • You, under him, extremely vulnerable to his touch, squirming and looking at him with half-lidded eyes and mouth ajar, the heavy panting… the little moans.
  • He can keep this for a while, though he would much rather move on to some different things… it’s about reciprocity, you know? Time to oblige to one of his kinks…


  • One word: raspberries.
  • He used to do this in your tummy waiting for you to get all flustered and telling him the fart sound is gross and all, but… you like it.
  • You love it, actually. And though he doesn’t like when his pranks backfire, he didn’t mind this time, because he found out something waaaay more interesting about you.
  • He loves watching your anticipation as he makes his way to your tummy, and the way you arch your back and whimper? Don’t even get him started.
  • He likes how you even get a little rough and demanding, pulling his hair to force his face in your tummy after he keeps teasing you with butterfly kisses.
  • It’s so amusing to watch you he wonders what’s the thing with this and why do you like so much, so he asks you to do on him.
  • Guess who also has a little tickle kink going on?


  • He loves to tease you
  • Having you all flustered with his actions really gets him in the mood
  • But he had no idea he could do that just by tickling you feet, he was doing it to punish you for getting to the convenience store and don’t bringing not even a popsicle for him.
  • And what the actual fuck? Your whining doesn’t really sound like you’re complaining?
  • You’re more like… pushing you feet against his lap, like if you wanted more…
  • Kinky little pervert, ain’t you? Good to know it doesn’t take him much to get you putty in his hands.
  • Wait, if you get to be kinky, does this mean he can get kinky too? Interesting…


  • He’s too much of a gentleman to touch you so randomly and in such an impolite way…
  • His touch is always so gentle, so respectful, and it’s good, but he could loosen up a little, right?
  • So you’re cuddling lazily and you tickle his sides a little. He stiffens up and gets all flustered, shyly prying your hands away.
  • Then you tell him he can’t do the same on you, to get a little payback. And he’s all like no, why would he want payback?
  • So you do your best needy eyes and beg him to tickle you, and how can he say no?
  • Now his fingers are moving in all your ticklish spots. How could he know that? Not even you knew some of these spots on yourself…
  • And as you moan out his name, he says it’s better to stop since he’s getting the wrong idea… then he smirks and asks if you want him to get the wrong idea. And when you say yes… gurl, get ready so see new sides of him.

misaki-kurenai  asked:

Top 5 FFXV banters?


  1. “You’ve got my back?” “Always” I cry every time.
  2. “I’ve come up with a new recipe.” “I can taste test for ya.”
  3. “I might have asked this before but is ebony really all that good?” “I might have answered before but yes it is.”
  4. This place is so romantic.” “And you get to spend it with us.”