the perfect omelette

anonymous asked:

Request~Hi so could you write down what the RFA boys +V and Saeren would do after sex, like in the morning when mc is sore since it was the first time, or how they wake up together in the morning? Thanks~^^

Oh lala~ 
(For the main 5 it’s before the after endings)
~Mod L

♡ Even the next morning he feels pretty elated at your guys’ night
♡ So the next morning when he woke up before you, his eyes just lingered over you for a while
♡ You’re just so cute he couldn’t handle it 
♡ He very carefully slid out of bed to not wake you up, and ran to the kitchen to make you breakfast in bed
♡ He couldn’t help but text Zen because this was his first girlfriend and such a big moment?
♡ There was a bit of gloating
♡ Regardless a while later he shook you awake with a tray with two perfect omelettes and two glasses of juice 
♡ When you sat up to eat you realized oh my god I’m sore
♡ And when you said that out loud Yoosung turned very red 
♡ But regardless you guys have breakfast in bed with plenty of cuddles

♡ Oh man the beast was out
♡ So when you woke up the next morning and turned to see your sleeping beauty you weren’t surprised when you felt sore
♡ You had to gently shake him awake so you could (playfully) complain about how sore he made you
♡ “Oh? Want me to make you feel all better?”
♡ Literally the first thing he says in the morning is a pick up line?
♡ It works
♡ After all that he got out of bed wanting to make you two breakfast 
♡ Then he realized wow his fridge is really empty 
♡ He went back to you to instead invite you out to dinner
♡ He was looking through the living room for the keys to his motorcycle when you came out dressed with his jacket on top
♡ Literally melts because omg you’re so cute

♡ Even after you had fallen asleep, Jumin found himself awake lightly tracing his fingers along your skin
♡ He was completely entranced by you, and was shocked when he noticed rays of light coming in the window
♡ Were you two really up that late?
♡ He chuckled before taking out his phone to text his chef to make sure breakfast would be ready once you wake up 
♡ Once he set his phone down he felt his eyelids grow heavy so he laid back down next to you and fell asleep
♡ When he woke up again he reached over for you and was confused when he didn’t feel you
♡ His heart started to sink until he heard a cheery little “Good morning~”
♡ You were sitting at the counter in the kitchen and could see him directly through the doorway
♡ He laughed before getting up and walking over, feeling his heart warm seeing you there in his shirt with a perfect breakfast laid out on the counter

♡ She was so tired the poor baby
♡ So she slept right through you waking up, making coffee and breakfast, and bring it back to the bedroom
♡ She was so tired you couldn’t even break yourself to wake her up, so you just fell back asleep with her 
♡ When she finally woke up she felt you in her arms and smelled the coffee and breakfast and swore she was in heaven
♡ She laid there for a moment, not wanting to wake you up
♡ After a while she brought herself to gently shake you awake
♡ You both just took a moment to enjoy this peaceful moment together before she sat up to get a drink of coffee
♡ For the rest of the morning you two enjoyed your cozy breakfast in bed before moving to the living room to watch some musicals

♡ Seven didn’t even know what time it was when you finally fell asleep
♡ You were asleep on top of him, and his hand was tracing patterns around your bare back 
♡ As he listened to your breathing, he realized that he was absolutely terrified
♡ He hadn’t made himself so vulnerable to someone else like this… ever
♡ He felt like he didn’t do enough for his brother, and not enough for the RFA after all the hacking, and now one of the most important people in the world to him was asleep on his chest
♡ He was afraid he couldn’t protect you
♡ Or that he would be the one to hurt you
♡ He took a deep breath, before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep
♡ When he woke up, he could hear you in the kitchen, cooking breakfast
♡ He rolled out of bed and threw a pair of boxers on before going out to meet you
♡ He immediately felt flustered as he saw you wearing his jacket ad seemingly nothing else
♡ “Sit down honey~ I’m almost done~”
♡ Soon after he sat down you sat next to him with both your guys’ plates
♡ As you leaned against him and you both started eating, he felt silly for being so scared the night before and enjoyed the breakfast with you

♡ When V finally woke up, you were asleep on his chest
♡ He could feel your breath against his bare chest, and his warmth pressed against you, and he thought he was still dreaming 
♡ He gently stroke your hair, humming to himself softly
♡ His eyesight wasn’t completely gone, as he could make out your figure
♡ He could faintly see your chest rising and falling with your breath, and your hair gently shifting around as he toyed with it 
♡ As time went by, he thought about you, and what kind of future he could have with you
♡ He felt kind of silly being so sentimental after one night together, but he couldn’t help himself
♡ As much as he loved your sleeping figure, he decided it was probably time to wake up 
♡ “Sweetheart… We gotta get up now”.
♡ He could’t help but laugh as you groaned
♡ “I don’t want to….”
♡ “Then we don’t have to,” he replied, kissing your forehead before closing his eyes again

♡ When he woke up the next morning, he stretched out before remembering you were sleeping right next to him 
♡ He quickly scrunched back up, watching you then quietly chuckled to himself as he saw you were still asleep
♡ He propped himself up on his side, and smiled softly at you 
♡ He deliberated about what he should do for you
♡ Like should he get up and make you breakfast? Should he just let you sleep? 
♡ This felt new and overwhelming, but he found himself enjoying this rush of being around you
♡ He wasn’t the best cook, so he figured he should wake you up and you two can go out to breakfast
♡ He softly shook you awake, and asked you out to breakfast
♡ When you happily agreed, he felt his heart jump a bit
♡ Although he didn’t express it very well, he loved each moment he spent with you and your night together just made that all the better

omg i’m so excited for this request less DO this

MC Accidentally Hurts Herself

- Yoosung ALWAYS cooks for you
- And you LOVED it!! He was so sweet
- but you wanted to cook for him too!
- You, being a smartie, decided to make one of his faves, Omurice!!
- It’s just an omelette on rice, right? how hard can that be??
- o h l o r d
- the rice took forever and you went through six eggs trying to make the perfect omelette
- F I N A L L Y you get it
- All this needs is a touch of green onion and-
- Your finger got sliced pretty good, blood dropping onto the cutting board.
- You were cleaning up when you heard the door open
- “Hey sweetheart! I’m ho- MC!!”
- You hadn’t noticed you were crying until your loving boyfriend wiped your tears.
- “OhmygodMCwhathappened??”
- he always spoke quickly when he was nervous
- “I-I cut myself trying to make you Omurice because I know it’s your favorite…”
- Yoosung whined like a puppy, seeing the dish sitting there, still steaming hot.
- “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He grabbed the first aid kit, tenderly wrapping some gauze around the wound and finally planting a healing kiss on it.
- “There! All better!”
- He smiled at you and you made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the now warm meal.
- His eyes lit up and he bounced on his chair.
- “MC this looks so tasty I can’t wait to try it!”
- Yoosung was drooling, grabbing the fork from your hand and digging in, take a bit about as big as his head.
- His eyes rolled back and he moaned, chewing his food slowly, as if to save the flavor.
- “MC, this is the best food I’ve ever had! But…”
- but
- but what???
- “What’s wrong Yoosung?”
- “I want you to take a cooking safety class with me! that way I can eat your food without worrying about your safety…”
- Awe you’re adorable lil puppy
- You gave him a chaste kiss
- “Of course, Yoosungie~”

- Zen is very athletic
- More than the average person
- So OFC you were intimidated when he asked you to go on a bike ride.
- “Come on babe! Some exercise with my favorite girl in the world?? Don’t make me pass this up.”
- Cue puppy dog eyes
- Oh no
- You are WEAKLESS
- “… Okay, Zenny.” You gave in. Of course you did! You loved this man.
- “Yes babe you’re the best!!” Zen spun you around.
- but ohohoho u had no idea what you got yourself into when he takes you to the trail you were supposed to “”“ride”“”
- Before you could voice your concern Zen already took off
- Your pride and ego were louder than your sense of judgement so you bolted after him.
- u screamed.
- very much.
- But you actually got down okay!!!
- Now the path was scenic and only a slight downhill incline.
- “Zen look at the pretty birds!!”
- what you didn’t see was the pretty rock that was right in your path.
- The next thing you know u went face first into the gravel road.
- “MC” Zen gripped the breaks so hard and flew off his bike, running up to you.
- “Oh my god MC are you okay?” He lifted your face up and his own went white(r that usual) at the sight of the large gash on your eyebrow, the blood dripping down into your cheek.
- “Ah I’m okay Zen, my head just hurts…” you reached up to pat the pained spot but froze when your fingers met wet and sticky skin
- “Uh oh… is it bad?”
- Zen was still pale, but came to his senses and waved you off
- “Pshh its… fine!! honestly you can’t even tell-”
- “Zen you’re awful and lying.” you giggled nervously.
- bc having a gash on your forehead meant that you were Incapable of Any Task Due to Mass Injury™ he would carry you to the nearest first aid station
- the guy working there jumped when he saw you, asking if you got knifed to the face
- “no sir i just can’t ride a bike.”
- he patched you up as Zen apologized every five seconds.
- “Just kiss it better and I’ll forgive you.”
- Zen smiled, and kissed the bandages on your forehead.
- You two only rode tandem bikes now, with you in the back.

- You hadn’t slept well the night before but duty called at the cafe.
- You opened the cafe for today and you had to be cheerful and bright to start people off with a good morning.
- Jaehee met you there at 4:30 am since the store opened at 5 and you had to set everything up.
- You were pouring your own cup of coffee when your eyes began to drift shut.
- Mmmm. Coffee smells so go-
- You jerked your hand back as you had poured too much, but that just caused the cup to spill more coffee on the effected hand.
- you yelled in pain as you sprinted to the sink, cold water cooling down the now blistering skin.
- “MC!! Is everything-” Jaehee scrambled in until she saw your hand. She yelled, running to find the first aid kit.
- You sat down with her, tears threatening to fall from the throbbing pain in your left hand.
- “It’s okay MC. I’m going to put some cooling cream and wrap this up. You must be more careful in the future…” You sighed out of approval when she placed the cooling cream on, instant relief washing over you.
- “I’m sorry Jaehee, I didn’t sleep well at all last night and I wasn’t focusing.”
- “MC you should have told me, I could’ve easily opened up the shop on my own had I been made aware!” She scolded you lovingly.
- “I’m sorry… I just didn’t want to dissapointed you…”
- oh no MC
- ur sad face is killing Jaehee
- “You could never dissapoint me.” Jaehee smiled, pressing her lips to the now wrapped hand.
- You two decided to close the shop and catch up on lost sleep together.

- You were watching TV when the door opened behind you.
- Knowing exactly who the “intruder” was you smiled gleefully, standing up from your spot and turning around.
- Just as you expected, your giraffe of a husband was standing the doorway, his suitcase placed the table and his eyes looking back up to you.
- “Come here, kitten” His arms widened as a relieved smile painted his features.
- “Jumin!!” You bounded towards him, about to jump into his arms when your foot met one of Elizabeth’s toys that she had forgotten there.
- It all happened in slow motion for Jumin as he bounded foreword, just barely catching you before you fell.
- “MC!! Oh my God!”
- You looked up at him with big, teary eyes and a pouty face.
- u had never been so embarrassed in your LIFE
- Jumin felt his heartbreaking into a million pieces bc of how painfully adorable you looked.
- “Hey, it’s okay! I-I’ll have a chat with Elizabeth about leaving her things just anywhere.”
- He stood you up and you immediately winced, lifting your foot off the ground.
- “Ah!” you grimaced, Jumin once again placing his arms around you.
- “My dear, what’s-” He looked down to the foot you lifted, noticing the ankle already starting to swell and turn purple.
- “It’s okay, I just need to rest it and some aleve…” You smiled, wiping your tears.
- “I’m sorry, my love, but I cannot allow such a generalized treatment for someone like you.” He then swooped his arms down to pick you up princess style, being very mindful of your ankle.
- “Jumin! It’s okay, really!” You tried to reason with him, but the remorseful look in his eyes shut you up.
- “I just want your pain to subside as soon as possible, dear.” now it was his turn to give you puppy dog eyes as he sat you both down on the couch.
- oh nO
- U were powerless against it.
- “Ah… okay Jumin.” You smiled, his hand immediately reaching for his phone and calling his doctor, requesting a house visit.
- The doctor came and gave you some tips on how to make it heal faster, how to wrap it, and when to use ice and heat.
- You thanked him profusely as he walked out, Jumin immediately wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.
- You knew this was the “I’m holding you close bc Im protecting u from all evil plz love me.”
- “Thank you Jumin, you always make me feel better. I love you very much.” Your words were muffled in the fabric of his sweatshirt, but he knew exactly what you said, and you pretty much felt the pride beaming off of him.
- “I love you too, princess.” You felt his smile as he kissed the top of your hair.

- Seven was in one of his “"edgy moods”“ and refused to eat, sleep, or spend any time with you.
- It wasn’t as bad as before, at least, with his dismissals being somewhat polite.
- "Seven? I made dinner… could you please come out and eat?”
- “Sorry, MC, I have a big assignment I’m working on.” His eyes never left the screen as you walked in closer.
- “But I made your favorite! Surely you could take a break for 15 minutes?”
- “I’d love to MC but I really can’t.” You could tell he was starting to get frustrated with you, but you continued, knowing that him being angry at you as better than him slowly rotting from the inside out.
- “O-Okay Seven. Can I at least bring it in here so you can eat?” You walked closer, placing your hand in his shoulder.
- He whipped around in his chair and stood up, towering over you. “What part about "I can’t” don’t you understand? God, sometimes it feels like I say something and it just goes in one ear and out the other with you, I’m sick of it!“
- oh now w h a t was that tone?
- you glared right back up at him, seeing his demeanor begin to crumble as he gulped back.
- "Listen here, Agent 707! I did not BUST MY BUTT! Making YOUR! FAVORITE! DINNER! Just to be shoved aside like the old days!!” You pressed your finger into his chest to accent each word.
- “M-MC I-”
- “I’m just so sick and tired of you treating your body like shit! I just… I just… ARGHH!” You yelled, slamming your fist into the wall next to you, creating a decent sized hole.
- Seven looked at you, both shocked and impressed.
- Until he saw the tears stream down your face, your fist now pulled out of the wall.
- Oh m y
- “Oh shit! MC! Let me see it!” he grabbed your fist, examining the blood pouring down from your knuckles.
-He dragged you to the kitchen, grabbing the first aid kit and wrapping your knuckles up to stop the bleeding.
- “Funny how now you’re willing to spend time with me…” you wiped your tears and looked anywhere but him.
- “MC… I’m sorry I’ve been pushing you away. I don’t mean to I just-”
- “What, Saeyoung? What did I do to deserve this?”
- O H
- You not only used his real name but your last statement sucker punched him in the heart.
- “N-No MC! I swear it’s not you! I’m just stupid!”
- “Well stop being stupid!! Agent 606 needs her Agent 707…”
- Seven’s face lit up with a smile, using the nickname he gave her made his heart melt.
- “I miss you too. Let me make it up to you by spending the next week hacker free, okay?”
- You smiled back.
- “Okay.”

The Perfect Omelette

Kissed By The Baddest Bidder | MC x Soryu | Gen

This is the debut of my newish OC Saya, who comes from a longer fic I’m working on called Mosaic, which is angsty as all heck and takes place after this. @kiserusmoke, I hope you like pain!

Three eggs and a scoop of butter.

When it came to omelettes, Soryu remembered the recipe by heart. He did not care for the taste of his own culinary exploits though, finding they tasted far better when prepared by somebody else.

“How is it you achieve this?” He asked Saya once, pressing his fork against the eggs to emphasise the cloud-like texture. He supposed she did not expect for him to actually listen, yet told him anyway in a generous amount of detail.

It came in useful when he was alone in the apartment and found himself craving omelettes most of all. He replicated her technique to meticulous specifications, only to discover it never quite tasted the same. Saya probably never expected him to ask her again to clarify her instructions, much less sound annoyed on the other side of the phone when she repeated the same instructions as before.

It did not matter when he called her, though, nor how annoyed he inevitably sounded. Her response was always one of patience and mild amusement, laughing as she brushed her teeth or watched TV or made herself comfortable in the break room at work.

There was no room for error this time around and he watched the pan like a hawk after adding the salt and pepper. The result was crispier than he might have liked; a little browner around the edges than his preference, but after a little rearrangement on the plate, it didn’t look half bad. Next came coffee, freshly ground and the perfect temperature. He had practiced that too, though perfect coffee never eluded him half so well as the perfect omelette.

He took in the rich scent as he lifted the breakfast tray into his arms and quietly leaned into the bedroom door. He had made a point to leave it open by a sliver, enough so it would be easy to slip back in, though not so much that the food smells and cooking sounds became immediately apparent. It was a semi automatic response; one that became part of his routine without thinking. Even when he was not cooking, he would slip out of bed in the middle of the night to answer phone; leave the warmth of his wife’s embrace to stand in the kitchen and discuss dark things as she slept.

He smiled as he stepped into the bedroom as he always did and laid the breakfast tray on the empty bed.

“I don’t think I did so bad this time,” he said, lifting the plate and helping himself. “It’s not as you might have made it, but I think it’s a better attempt than yesterday.”

He glanced across at her pillow; perfectly preserved in the same state as the last time she laid there. Some of her hair still lay intertwined in the fabric of the pillowcases and, even though it had been months, he was sure that he caught the scent of her perfume on occasion.

Logistically speaking, one day the omelette would be exactly to his liking. He remembered her laughing in the kitchen, though, every time the fork crossed his lips.

“One of these days you’ll get it just right and then you won’t need me anymore.”

Things about Matt Murdock that I’m 110% sure are canon
  • he either gets groceries delivered or has none in his house, because who has time for that anyway? plus it’s really hard to shop for things when you can’t tell them apart other than their shape, so if he did go shopping, he’d have to take someone (Foggy) with him
  • one of his closets is filled solely with his daredevil outfits and canes. because he keeps throwing them away. (seriously Matt, idk how you can afford to keep buying new things when you take on clients for free)
  • his outfits get torn up a lot, but he never learned to sew fabric (he knows how to sew skin, but he’s pretty sure it’s not the same) and then there’s also the issue of getting the blood out, so most of his black outfits get thrown out when they get ruined.
  • when Foggy moved all the furniture across the hall in uni, Matt totally knew it, but he played along because Foggy was so proud of himself for doing it and because he knew it would be worth it to hear him laugh.
  • Matt loves when Foggy narrates people’s actions, and Foggy continues even after he finds out Matt can sometimes tell. (cause he can’t always)
  • like all 67 of Foggy’s family members came to graduation, and you can bet that they all loved Matt and squeezed his cheeks and told him how proud they were of their Franklin’s best friend and how he was valedictorian. because they knew all about him from Foggy and knew he was the kid from hell’s kitchen who saved that old man and was blinded. most of Foggy’s cousins hit on Matt, and at least three asked him out. he politely declined them all.
  • the only thing Matt’s good at cooking is breakfast food. good for his girlfriends if they stay the night, but bad for any other time. seriously. it’s awful. Foggy’s cooking is a bit better, but he’s still jealous of Matt’s ability to make a perfect omelette without being able to see it. like, really.

msunemployed  asked:

There's this post and it's like "we all have that one fanfic writer that we love so much like they could write a chicken nugget au and I would read it" and that's how I feel about you like I absolutely adore your writing and hope you never stop


special order, 2.3k, rated T, also on AO3


Stiles sighs and tries his best to mask his utter boredom. “And what do you have for me here today, chef?” 

The chef makes a grandiose gesture and uncovers Stiles’ plate. 

Ten years ago Stiles would have been utterly excited to eat… whatever this is. He probably would have listened very intently to the description that the chef is making now, something about liquid nitrogen and this new innovative flavor and Stiles really, really has no idea what is on his plate. It’s some sort of teal blob, shiny and wobbling like jello, surrounded by a cloud of brownish green vapor. Ah, the wonders of molecular gastronomy.

See, the thing is, Stiles didn’t set out to be a food critic. He was just trying to help Scott out, who had just started his own restaurant. Scott’s a great chef, good at handling the pressure and responsibility of the kitchen team and the dishes, but not so much with the marketing. Stiles had the great idea to do a series of food videos– he already had a Youtube channel where he reviewed random things, why not food? Stiles had started by comparing all the grilled cheese sandwiches in town (”You can’t just say mine’s the best, Stiles, we should give the others a chance!”) and somehow it had gotten weirdly popular. Stiles doing the reviews, that was. 

At first it was exciting, being an overnight sensation– people liked his videos for his honest attitude and funny comments, and it was great. Stiles has his own cooking show on Food Network now, and hosts a few competitions occasionally, and is is rather a Big Deal in the restaurant industry. A Stiles Stilinski review can make or break your restaurant, and everyone knows it.

The problem is this. Stiles likes food. Stiles is also twenty-nine years old, lives alone, travels way too much, doesn’t know when the last time he had a home cooked meal where no one was trying to impress anyone, and he’s just tired of all the fancy bullshit. His face is too recognizable; he can’t even attempt to try a new restaurant without the chef requesting the honor of plating something special just for him. 

And right now? Stiles really just wants some chicken nuggets.

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breakfast with seventeen

// Seungcheol / S.Coups
S.Coups wakes up a little earlier than usual to make the two of you breakfast. Lately, he’s been very adamant on making the perfect French toast recipe. This is something that he wants to do on his own: he prides himself on impressing you with his cooking skills. When you wake up, he sits you at the breakfast table, and serves you your plate of breakfast. He kisses you lightly on the top of your head, and sits at the place set in front of you, smiling before digging in. 

// Jeonghan / Junghan
Junghan is sleeping in, so it’s your turn to make breakfast this morning. He bought a new cookbook full of cute breakfast ideas, so you decide to try out a new recipe. Halfway through, you hear him coming down the stairs humming softly to “Sunday Morning” by Maroon 5. As you stand in front of the stove, he nudges you lightly on the shoulder. “Good morning.” He smiles gently, and begins brewing coffee for the two of you.

// Jisoo / Joshua
You’re usually the one to make breakfast, but there will be some times where Joshua tries his best to make it himself. As you’re upstairs asleep, Joshua begins with toast, but underestimates how powerful the toaster is, burning the toast. Panicking, he rushes across the street to the cafe and orders the two of you cups of coffee and bagels. “Wow, Joshua, you didn’t have to make us foo- wait, why is there black toast in the garbage?” Blushing, he explains that he burnt it, but still wanted you to wake up with food. You hug him by the shoulder and rest your head in the crook of his neck. “Thank you for trying.”

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anonymous asked:

How would the iwatobi boys+Rin+Nitori+Sousuke try to lure their S/O under the mistletoe? :3

Haru: He’s surprisingly very crafty when it comes to things like this; He has sneakily tied a piece of mistletoe above the kitchen bench top. You were decorating the christmas tree when your  boyfriend asks you to come and test the dishes he has been preparing. Blissfully unaware of  his ulterior motive you eagerly prance into the kitchen as it is for once not wafting out smell of grilled mackerel. “So what dish would like me to taste?” You asks cheerfully. 
“This one” he says pointing at his lips’ you snort at his cheesiness but when he points up towards the ceiling you smile in amusement. 
“itadakimasu!” You say, before leaning in.

Nagisa: You were somewhat surprised when you were greeted by a enthusiastic kiss from your boyfriend when he opened your front door. “Hello to you too,’ you said with a smile as you handed him some of your  shopping bags. “Ahh I’ve got quite a haul, so many fantastic christmas decorations this year!” You said excitedly. 
“Ooh these reindeers are so cute!” Nagisa said as he pulled a set of them put of a bag.
“Right!” You enthused as you headed towards the pantry to grab some coffee beans. When you turned around you were met with your boyfriends soft lips. Pulling away you gave him an amused smile. “You’re in a good mood.” Nagisa giggled, “well of course ____! It’s christmas season." 
You chuckled as you made your way to the kitchen bench-top to boil the kettle. When you turned around to grab some sugar, you were once again met with Nagisa’s lips in a sweet kiss. 
"Nagi?” you asked with a confused smile, “what’s going on?”
“Whatever do you mean?” He asked innocently. Rolling your eyes, you sighed as you made two mugs of coffee, something was definitely up. Making your way to your living room, you two took a seat on a couch, and when your boyfriend leant in for another kiss, you attempted to dodge it, just to mess with him; and that’s when you noticed: Pretty much the entire ceiling of your house, was covered in mistletoe.
Your boyfriend giggled, “pretty neat, right?”

Makoto: He could be a little devious when he wanted; and this one of those instances. The thought of kissing you under the mistletoe sounded so romantic, but how was he going to do it? Aha! You set alarm early this morning so you could finish decorating the apartment and the tree in one day. Waking up bright and early, you headed into the bathroom to brush your teeth, before heading into the living room to begin the mission at hand. Two hours later; whilst you were decorating the dining room you heard movements in the kitchen. Your eyes widened in horror, oh no! Makoto was in the kitchen! Makoto was.In.The.Kitchen. Panic taking over you rushed towards the kitchen. You loved your boyfriend, you truly did and you were touched by his kind gesture BUT he could not cook for the life of him, hell he couldn’t even toast a couple slices of bread. Why was even trying too cook again? You did tell him after his burnt toast fiasco and charred stir fry that’ll you’ll handle the cooking around here.  Reaching your destination you let out a small sigh of relief for he was still working on slicing up the vegetables. With a warm smile, you approached him from behind and wrapped your arms around him. He chuckled, “Morning beautiful,” 
“good morning handsome,” you said with a smile. “You know what how about I take over here and you can take over the decorating”
“Oh no it’s ok-
"no really,” You said with smile, gently taking the knife from him, 
“Oh, okay.” He said, looking a little confused. “Don’t worry about it kay! I kinda needed a break and cooking is just the kind of break I needed!” You say with a warm grin, before turning your attention to the vegetables, yes toast and omelettes sounded perfect. You paused chopping when you felt two arms snake around your waist, turning around you were met with a set of mischievous  eyes before you pulled into a deep and sweet kiss. Pulling back your boyfriend gave you a cheeky smile, “wouldn’t want to break tradition,” he said pointing towards ceiling, before power walking to the dining room. You turned your  head towards the ceiling; where a strand of mistletoe hung; ah, so that’s why he decided to cook this morning. Mako, you sly devil, you. 

Ai: He really wanted a mistletoe kiss from you; but he didn’t just want to ask to you because that would take away from the magic. So he decided to set up a couple of mistletoes in various places in the apartment. Now all that’s left was the waiting game. And a waiting game it was indeed. Your boyfriend had been waiting for you to fall into his romantic trap for two whole days! Irritated, by the end of the second day, he decided to place some  in places that you commonly sat, but for some bizarre reason you decided not to sit there these past two days. Did you perhaps know they were there and decided to avoid those spots? But why? You two where a couple? And you kissed quite often, so it wasn’t as if you disliked kissing him. He was brought of his stressful train of thought when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, looking up he was met with concerned eyes, “honey, are you okay.”
“I-uh,I’m fi-” He sighed, “what’s wrong love?”  Your boyfriend gave you a tires smile, “it’s nothing _____, honestly i’m okay.” Frowning at his response you gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, before walking off. He definitely was not okay, oh! You knew something that might just cheer him up.
“Hey, Aiiiiiiii,” he looked up when he heard you call his name out mischievously, you were standing across from him; holding a piece of mistletoe above your head. His face lit up as he broke into an amused smile; god he loved you.

 He felt very embarrassed about doing this, but he had read that kissing under the mistletoe was a christmas tradition; a very romantic tradition in fact, and he really wanted to try it; but asking you would just be too damn embarrassing so he was going to try and make it look like an accident. First things first, buying the catalyst for the kiss. You would be the one who had to purchase it, because if he did, it would just give it away, but what if you didn’t buy it? Ands that’s how you two ended up at the local mall purchasing christmas decorations on a saturday morning. You were very excited when your husband suggested going out shopping for christmas decorations, it was your first christmas as a married couple so this made this little outing even more enjoyable. After a couple of hours of shopping you two were almost done, when Rei spotted some mistletoe in one of the aisles, okay, now to lure you into buying the mistletoe. ”______, there’s some nice decorations over here.” He calls out, turning around you followed your husband down the aisle; ooh there were some really cute wall decorations here, and is that-It was! With a cheeky grin a brilliant plan formed in your head. ‘Reeeiiiii.” You called out, as you pranced towards him. “Hmm” he said as he inspected a giant Olaf the snowman wall hanging, “how about this one?” You asked with a cheeky grin; as you held up a piece of mistletoe. Your husband gave you quizzed expression, “erm it’s just a couple of leaves,” he said politely. You chuckled at his ignorance, they’re not just leaves, they’re magical leaves.”
Your boyfriend stared at you for a moment before bursting into laughter. “BAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! _______, there’s not such thing as magic.” Your grin never faded, “oh yes darling, there is. You see when two people stand under these particular leaves, it makes them kiss each other.”
“Well, that’s just absurd.”  You walked closer to your husband so that you two where under the mistletoe, and stared at him for second but before you could lean in, he beat you to it; and placed a sweet kiss on your lips. Pulling away he gave you a tiny smile, “huh, I guess it’s magical after all.”

Rin: He was helping you decorate the christmas tree and was really enjoying himself. You on the other hand, were a little bit miffed, why? Because your boyfriend was like a military general when it came to decorating, everything had to be symmetrical, and the colours had to balance and no you couldn’t place that there because it was too heavy and therefore made the branch hang way too low. God damn it! You were all about random and spontaneous decorating! It gave your tree character! “Stupid, perfectionist, dictator Rin.” He heard you mutter as you hung a couple baubles. His eyes softened, he felt bad, he really did, but the way you had began to decorate the tree was downright crazy and lacked order! There’s no way it would look presentable. A christmas was refection of the people who decorated and he was by no means messy, disorganised and mentally unstable! As he added a couple of more ornaments to the tree he mulled over ways to instantly cheer you up. Aha! With a mischievous grin he walked over to you “love, where do you think this one should go?”
Oh I don’t know maybe up your tighta- your train of thought stopped when you turned and saw the decoration your boyfriend was holding up. You raised an eyebrow, “Really Rin, how shameless;” 
“What?” He laughed as he approached you, “where do you think it should go?”
“I don’t really think it matters what I say, because you’ll just end up putting it wherever you want.” You replied, sassing him.
With an amused smile, he said, “you’re right,” before holding it above you two.

Is one sly devil; these harmless pranks came naturally to him. So when called out to you from the living room saying that he needed your help with placing some christmas decorations; you didn’t think anything about it. He was standing in the middle of the living room holding two wall decorations, a reindeer and a snowman. “Which one?” Your boyfriend asks as he weighs each up (is that even the right phrase?) 
“Hmmm, I think the snowman should go over there, and the reindeer should go over there, above the mantle piece.
"okay.” he says with smile; done with hanging the decorations your boyfriends motions you over, “come see it from here, is it crooked?” You walk over and stand next to him, staring at the reindeer. “Nope, It’s perfect!” you say with a bright smile. Sosuke chuckles, “do I get a reward for my efforts?” He asks with a cheeky smile. You laugh and lightly smack his forearm, “nope!” His grin only widens as he points at the ceiling, “I think the mistletoe would say otherwise.”

*HAH! didn’t learn a thing in chemistry I beg to differ. Using chemistry terms in everyday contexts-LIKE A BOSS!

snarcolepticrosencrantz-deactiv  asked:

Prompt: Cas trying to surprise dean with breakfast in bed on a lazy morning. But not quite being able to turn out a *perfect* omelette. Lots of grumbles and fluff. :)




“Wha?” Dean grumbled, refusing to look up from the pillow. “Go away.”



“What?!” Dean sat up angrily. “I didn’t get any sleep!”

“Dean. I thought breakfast in bed would be romantic. You’re angry.”

Dean’s face softened as he took in the sight in front of him. Cas was holding a tray with a mug—of coffee?—an egg and a toast. He smiled. “Oh, thanks Cas. You could have told me, instead of calling my name seventeen times. I counted.”

Cas smiled and put down the tray. “I made you an omelette. And toast. Look, I toasted the toast. And I made you a mug of coffee.”

Dean looked at him, confused. “Where’s the omelette?”

Castiel held the egg in his hand. “An egg is an omelette. Is it not?”

Dean started to laugh, shaking his head. He took a sip of his drink. And spit it. “Cas! What is this?”

“It is coffee. I crushed fresh coffee beans from a farm and I poured water onto it. You like cold beer, so I made the coffee cold as well.”

“… Thanks, Cas.” Dean said, leaning up to give Cas a peck on the lips.

The Omelette Trick!

Okay I talked about this trick on a recent COFFEH Time but I figured I would write it out. It’s pretty simple.

To make the perfect omelette with no flipping necessary:

Turn your oven on to “broil”

Whip your eggs and add one tablespoon of water per egg NO MILK. Season the eggs however you want, add a little oil to the pan and then pour in the egg like you’re making a normal omelette

Let the bottom cook. Don’t touch it. Wait until the edges of the egg are no longer liquid and then pop it under your broiler. Turning your oven to “broil” tells the oven that you want heat from the top and not the bottom, thus it will cook the top, uncooked side of your egg for you!

Wait until the top side of your omelette is no longer liquid and pull it back out. Add whatever you want inside of the omelette and gently flip it in half like a taco. Put it back under the broiler for a few seconds. If you’re using cheese, just wait until the cheese is all melty.


Now you have a delicious omelette that you didn’t have to flip! Enjoy <3