someone has a sweet tooth

When they find out their s/o is great at baking

Originally posted by iyeolie


Finding out you can bake is such a pleasant surprise for him.  He already thinks you’re amazing, but now he has one more reason to adore you.  I see Junmyeon being the type to not have a crazy sweet tooth, but at the same time knows how to appreciate a well crafted baked good.  Maybe you were just in the mood to bake that day and made entirely too much (which is always my problem tbh).  You didn’t know what to do with all the extra brownies so you took them over to the dorm for the guys to (hopefully) share.  He’d probably be somewhere in the back rooms, but the second he hears Chanyeol screaming ‘OMG I LOVE YOU’ he’s going to come investigate just what the hell the giant is up to.  When he the children with the brownies, two thing are going to go through his mind: 1. Oh shit the sugar rush these kids are going to have and 2. Just where the hell did these even come from?  Of course, then there’s you offering him a brownie, too, and he’ll take a bite and FALL IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN.   “You made these, jagiyah?” “Yup!” “Ugh, these are so gooood~!” (cue happy groaning)

Originally posted by xiundeer


He’s someone who probably would enjoy a good pastry.  He’s definitely health conscious but we all know he likes his treats.  He would have called you one day to see what you were up to, wanting to take you out and spend time together, when you tell him you can’t go out.  Your mother’s birthday is the following day and you are busy in the kitchen making her cake.  I think he would pause for a second, the little dots popping up over his head (…) and then he’d break out into a grin! He’d ask if he could help you and most likely the two of you would spend the majority of the day baking away (and making a mess just so you can see him go into super cleaning mode).  By the time you both are done you’ve managed to make a three tier cake with fondant icing, little hearts and flowers decorated haphazardly all over it.  Honestly, you two giggle about how cheesy it looks, but secretly you know your mother will love it.  There was even enough batter left over for cupcakes!  He wouldn’t really question that you’re a baker, he would just enjoy the benefits of such a talent.   However, now that he knows you like to bake expect a lot of baking dates.  Why buy pastries when you can have them freshly baked with your own ingredients?  “We have to do this more often, jagi.  This was really fun!  Plus, look at all the goodies we have left over!”

Originally posted by wonhae-manhi-manhi


Cheeky bub.  You wouldn’t expect it from him, but he’s going to take full advantage of your baking skills.  He strikes me as someone who has a sweet tooth.  He’ll be the one who begs for your baking when he’s sad or upset or stressed or frustrated or had a shit week or he misses you or generally just anything.  Also beware of allowing him in the kitchen with you while you’re baking.  The cookies will slowly start to disappear one by one, but he’ll give you one of those dimpled smiles and tell you he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.  Cheeky, cheeky, I’m telling you.  It all started rather innocently, too.  You sent him cookies while he was away in China as a ‘keep your spirits up’ sort of thing, but that turned into an hour long facetime/skype/etc where he grilled you about why your cookies are so delicious!  He’ll be adamant that there’s magic in there cuz ‘there’s no way these cookies can be this soft and moist and yummy after being mailed’.  Nope no way.  He’ll buy you cute little aprons, probably any appliance you want (or didn’t ask for but he bought it anyway).  Yixing is a dotting guy in general, so just expect a lot of him supporting you in this hobby.  It’s not just because he wants more delicious treats, but because he realizes how much you really like to bake.  He just wants you to be happy.  “Baobei, this cobbler is the best!  Can you make me one for my birthday?” “Of course!” “That I don’t have to share?” “…” (cue cheeky, dimpled grin)  

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“What can I look forward to today?” Dr. Wells enthused with one of those intoxicating smiles that tended make your knees knock together.

“See for yourself…” You replied with a grin splitting your face as you leaned over the counter, handing him his drink and watching Harrison tip back his first swig.

His enamoring blue eyes closed briefly; pure bliss twisting through his expression as he swallowed down that first sip, allowing you to freely gaze at the knob in his throat at it slid beneath his skin. 

“Is that caramel?” He finally asked, opening his eyes to find you nodding. “Heaven per usual… What on earth have I done to deserve such special treatment?”

You shrugged. “You’ve got one of those faces.”

“One of those faces?”

Yeah. I mean, I can just tell you’re a good guy.” You explained with a bright smile before bending to grab a rag from beneath the counter so you could wipe down the bar top, failing to notice the very quick, very nervous twitch that jerked at the corner of his mouth. “Plus you happen to be one of my nicer customers. You’re tips aren’t too bad either.” You teased, lifting your gaze back on Harrison to see him leaning back in his wheelchair with his hands folded behind his head; coffee resting on the seat between his thighs as he watched you.

“You’re twisting my life into a knot of caramel-coffees and hard decisions. Do you know that?”

“So you’ve told me…” You replied with a smirk, still having no idea what that even meant, as many times as he’d said it in the past. You supposed it had something to do with a man trying to cut back on sweets or caffeine but he never went into detail and you never bothered to ask. You were wrong of course. So very wrong. And little did you know you had the man you knew as Dr. Harrison Wells wrecked and thoroughly torn in two…

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Chocolate Kisses

Prompt: Not requested. M&Ms and Dean Winchester.

Warnings: None

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 341

You’re lying on top of Dean, arms across his bare chest and M&Ms scattered before you. You pluck the red one near his collar bone up and pop it in your mouth, smiling at Dean. He has his hands on your ass but his eyes are glued to television, sword fights and screaming coming from behind you. You have no clue what he’s watching and you don’t really care, content to eat candy and watch his face. You wonder if you could create constellations with his freckles but you get lost in his eyes before you try, green lighting up and dragging you in like a moth to a flame.

You push a yellow M&M between his lips, watching as it disappears between his plump lips and gets crushed with his teeth. He shoots you a sweet look before quickly returning to his show and you drop you head to rest on your arms, still looking at him. He bites his bottom lip, pulling on the flesh and you’re transfixed.

You’re overwhelmed by love suddenly, everything you feel towards him rushing to the forefront of your mind and propelling you up his chest so you can smash your lips into his. He’s surprised at first but responds quickly, moving one of his hands to the back of your head as he deepens the kiss. He licks into your mouth before pulling away with a childlike smile.

“You taste like chocolate.” You giggle and drop your head to his chest again.

“And you taste like my peach body wash.” You mumble, lips against his skin.

“Sharing is caring, babe.” He replies, pulling your lips back to his. You smile into the kiss, tongues gliding along one another and lips moving slowly. You slide an M&M between his lips while you kiss him, chocolate exploding in your mouths.

“Someone has one hell of a sweet tooth.” He teases and you pull his bottom lip between your teeth for a moment.

“Why do you think I’m with you, sweetie?” You reply and he grins.

anonymous asked:

♦ Hisoka

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon


  • Hisoka doesn’t watch television, no tv shows, no movies. In fact, the only thing he actually cares to watch are fights and those he prefers to watch live than on the tv; this doesn’t mean he won’t watch something, if pushed to. It just means he probably won’t enjoy it and won’t even be paying attention to whatever he’s supposed to be watching. 
  • Hisoka enjoys playing videogames though only in handheld systems and occasionally. He prefers games that don’t require that much commitment and that he can leave and pick up much later and resume without missing a beat. 
  • Dating sims are the exception, he loves those and will always play them until he’s 100% certain he already did all there was to be done. 
  • He’s a bit of a neat freak when it comes to personal hygiene. While he won’t have much of an issue stalking in the woods for days on end if it will bring him enjoyment, he will at least attempt to bath every now and then. While in the city or a comfortable place where he can clean up, you bet he’ll follow through his entire grooming routine religiously. 
  • Sometimes, when he’s not actively pursuing one of his toys, he’ll just go and do the touristic thing to do in whatever city or area he’s visiting. He will even dress up like a normal human being, since he’s not actually going to do the touristic shit where someone can recognize him. 
  • Despite the fact that he has a sweet tooth the likes of which Willy Wonka would faint at, he takes great care of his shape and doesn’t actually indulge in sweets as often as he would like. 
  • He does, however, refuse to eat ‘adult’ cereals, sticking to the brightly colorful and sugar loaded ones. Oreo O’s are his favorite, and I say are because he somehow manages to find places where they’re still being sold. 
  • Hisoka changes his hair color constantly and he dyes it in other colors than red and blue, such as green, bright pink, lavender and the like. 
  • The main reason he wears light colored clothes is not because he likes them –he prefers brighter colors– but rather because they’re easy to stain. He judges his reaction times and performance in a fight based on the number of stains and rips his clothes have after said fight. This even applies to other people’s blood, unless he wanted a literal bloodbath. 
  • He is a 100% legit member of different magician organizations. In fact, he’s well known in those and he even has quite the reputation as a magician rather than a killer. It’s all very strange. 
  • And he really, really, really loves making puns. 

Original post over here in case you want to ask something. 

Friendly reminder that Reyna can be feminine.

That being feminine doesn’t immediately dissolves her strong personality. It doesn’t make her less of a leader, it doesn’t make her anything other than a sixteen year old girl. That having a well built body doesn’t mean she can’t rock in high heels and a cute dress. That being good with weapons and often training doesn’t equal always wearing a sports bra and that she might, shockingly, enjoy a cute set of underwear from time to time.

She’s someone that has a sweet tooth, that can have girl talks whenever and have picnics with a group of people that are partially responsible for the destruction of her home. That while she can be intimidating when she’s stressed out she can also be a good listener, making Annabeth tell her the story of her life, and that she cries and suffers when losing a good friend. That she’s a dork that gets enthusiastic about Roman history and emperors.

This fandom has completely ignored her weak and soft side and just built this unrealistic portray of her. Reyna is not allowed to feel sorry for herself, to cry, to be jealous, to be envious, to be pitiful in other words, she’s not allowed to be a normal sixteen year old girl. Yet it’s okay for Leo to always pity himself and draw attention how he’s the third wheel just because he doesn’t have a significant other. Whereas Reyna has to shoulder the safety of 200 Romans by herself with no one else to depend on. That we can pity Nico for his unrequited love and headcanon all the characters to protect him and cuddle him to ‘death’. Yet Reyna’s heartbreak is just laughable, she’s strong, she’ll get over it, she doesn’t need to be felt sorry for or showered with affection.  Because feeling sorry for someone obviously means you don’t respect them and see them as weak, when obviously this is bullshit and people can still feel bad for her and realize she’s a strong character.

“Reyna needs no one” is not a synonym for Reyna not wanting someone at some point. It might come as a surprise to some of you, but people that get heartbroken at sixteen don’t stay single forever because of it. Gods forbid that she actually wants to maybe meet a person that will make her feel special and treat her well, that has to be seen as a weakness, right? What would the world come to if a teenage girl would maybe want something else other than doing a job no one seems to be giving her any credit for.

I would very much like that maybe, once in awhile, people headcanon her as someone that is actually really shy and awkward when it comes to romantic relationships. That she can have a really cute designer bag and then pull out a knife and cut the throat of her enemies. That she is queen at braiding and teaches everyone on the Argo II how to make a killer fishtail. That other characters show her that it’s okay to be the weak one for once, to be taken care of instead of always taking care of others, to have someone else do the job while she relaxes on a beach and drinks a pina colada.

I know that RR has a problem with his female characters being feminine, because in his opinion only tomboys are strong. He pretty much disses the Aphrodite cabin with every chance he gets and none of the main female leads are into any kind of 'girly’ stuff. Yet why should we as a fandom continue in that manner as well? I think that RR has just imposed on us this image of her never breaking and always getting shit done that we’re just ignoring the other aspects that he himself wrote.

Reyna is strong and weak. She can be in control or be completely overwhelmed by the situation. She can fight a giant and then have a cup of hot chocolate with her girlfriend. She can put on a mask and hide her emotions or she can cry until her eyes are red. She can intimidate others and ten seconds later she can make them laugh. She’s one of the most well rounded characters in this series without even having a point of view and yet, the fandom mostly chooses to see only one side of her. That’s not fair, she’s so much more than just a rock that doesn’t break.

A/N: So this was supposed to be a request where Michael helps you because you’re afraid of the dark and I kind of got carried away with it. Hopefully it makes sense. Shoutout to @starwarsmashton for helping me with the ending! 

It all happened so fast. One minute you were standing in the dimly lit kitchen a can of frosting in one hand and a spoon in the other and the next you were standing in a pitch black kitchen frosting on your foot and the spoon clattering on the counter. 

“Babe?” Michael shouts, kicking the sheet off his body. He grabs the closest pair of pants and tugs them up his thighs, surprised by the snug fit. “Babe where are you?" 

"I’m in the kitchen,” you quiver, hand gripping the granite counter top. “Why can’t I see anything?” 

“Relax, the power just went out,” Michael says. Knowing your safe, he wanders back into the bedroom in search of his phone. A string of curses falls from his lips when his toe hits the corner of the door. “Fuck, shit, dammit!” 

“Michael? Are you okay?” 

“M’fine,” he grunts. “Just stay in the kitchen I’m trying to find my phone so we can use it for light.” 

“Hurry up please!” You curse to yourself, letting go of the counter to cradle your growing belly. You just had to crave frosting at three in the morning. If you had stayed in bed you would have been asleep, completely oblivious to this terrifying ordeal. 

“Alright, fuck that took longer than expected,” Michael huffs, stumbling into the kitchen out of breath. He glances down at the floor noticing the can of frosting decorating your barefoot. “Someone has a sweet tooth tonight,” he chuckles, bending down to pick up the can. After, he grabs a paper towel wetting it to clean off the excess frosting. 

“Why are you wearing my shorts?” 

“What?” Michael asks, glancing up at you from where he kneels on the floor. 

“My shorts,” you repeat. “You’re wearing my hello kitty shorts.” 

“Well that explains why they’re so fucking tight,” he laughs, lifting himself up from the floor. 

The comedic moment is short lived when the room goes dark again, Michael’s phone having run out of battery. Before Michael can leave you again you grip his wrist, your fingers turning white. 

“Is this what labor’s going to be like?” he teases. “Because, I kind of need my hand babe.” 

“Sorry, I just hate the dark.” 

Michael sighs, realizing he’s going to be stuck in the hello kitty shorts for a bit longer than he’d like. Carefully, he ushers you out of the kitchen and towards the living room. It’s a miracle the two of you get their without running into any walls or tripping over the tail of your very fat cat, Jedi. You both breathe a sigh of relief when you make it to the couch. Michael sits first before you collapse next to him, your body relaxing over the loss of tension. 

It takes you a minute to get settled next to Michael but finally you do. Your head is pressed against Michael’s chest listening to the sound of his heart beat, your head rising and failing with every breath he takes. Meanwhile, Michael rubs soft circles across your clothed stomach, his fingers barely grazing the surface to ensure he doesn’t deserve the sleeping bean. His other hand is holding yours, his thumb running back and forth against your hand. 

For a moment, you forgot the darkness that engulfs your bodies. The thoughts of monsters looming in the dark subsiding as you snuggle up to your husband. For the first time in your life you feel safe in the dark knowing the man beside you wont let anything bad happen to you. 

Everything is quiet, still, and then an uncomfortable wetness pools between your legs. 

“Michael,” you whisper, waking your husband who has just fallen back to sleep. “I think my water just broke.” 

“You weren’t holding a water bottle,” he yawns, confused at the words leaving your mouth. 

“No Michael,” you laugh. “My water broke. I’m in labor!” 

“Oh shit!” Michael yells, jumping up from the couch. “Stay calm! I’m just gonna go the bedroom and ch–.” 

“Don’t leave me in the dark!” you shout, fear bubbling inside at the thought of being alone again. “My bag is by the door we can just grab it and go.” 

“Do you have a change of clothes in there for me?” he asks, squinting into the darkness to see you shaking your head. “Well, I guess I’m going to the hospital in hello kitty shorts then. That’ll make a good impression on our child.” 

So, the tweet that held this photo was deleted right after it was posted (I forget who). it was posted YESTERDAY with the caption-

“Someone still has his sweet tooth.”

…Why is Richard Speight Jr. on set, with candy, cleanshaven (at TorCon he had scruff), DAYS AFTER he finished directing?!

Better question- why was it deleted right after?