abricots

Lettre d’amour à vos défauts

J’en ai marre. Marre de voir tous ces corps parfaits, fins et élancés, lisses et uniformes, droits et ciselés, sans poils, sans nuances, sans relief.

Donnez-moi du vrai, de l’authentique, du naturel, du différent. Je veux des corps imparfaits, des corps libres, des corps sans gêne et sans honte, des corps doux et des corps rêches. Des grands dadais et des minus, échines courbées, voûtes glissantes, plats artistiques.

Donnez-moi des cheveux fous, mous, éparses et clairsemés, des crinières outrageusement léonniennes, des crânes chauves, petits cailloux au soleil, des couleurs à faire pâlir un arc-en-ciel. Des nez cassés, des trompettes, des péninsules, des pifs épatés et épatants. Des sourcils broussailleux, disparus, irréguliers, des poils libres faisant le pont entre vos yeux, ou des fresques sous vos arcades. Des yeux mornes, borgnes, aveugles, rouges, ivres d’indépendance, des binocles en loupe, des culs de bouteille, des longues-vues pour lorgner l’avenir. Des lèvres fines comme la dentelle, pulpeuses guimauves, des sourires de traviole, des fossettes gourmandes, des moustaches coquines. Des dents du bonheur, des chicots d’autres couleurs, des incisives de cheval, des canines à bouffer le monde, un zozotement, un bégaiement, pour faire durer le plaisir. Des taches de rousseur à consteller nos vies, des barbes irrégulières pour contrer l’ennui, des cernes à bercer le monde, des doubles mentons en tours de cou. Des oreilles décollées pour s’envoler, assez grandes pour ne jamais atterrir, des lobes sans envergue ou des garages à boucles.

Donnez-moi des seins mous, fermes, poitrines gonflées ou délicates, tombantes glycines ou petits hérissons curieux, duveteux entre-deux.

Donnez-moi des chaires épaisses, des peaux grêlées, des épidermes cabossés. Je veux des jeux de piste entre vos cicatrices, vos vergetures de tigresse, vos grains de beauté, votre acné, vos points noirs et votre sébum, lire votre histoire, déchiffrer vos ans, apprendre à vous connaître sous mes doigts. Donnez-moi des couleurs improbables, des bleus, des bosses, de la cellulite, des océans de souplesse, des montagnes osseuses, des fossés de rides, des plaines lisses de tendresse et des forêts poilues de désir.

Donnez-moi des petits bedons, des bras en soupe, des aisselles peuplées sans complexe, des coudes secs, des mains de travailleur, de fées, uniques, des doigts jouant en infériorité numérique, boudinés, fins comme des spaghettis. Laissez-moi voir des poignées d’amour, des culs à bâtir le monde, des fesses raplapla, des fions tout ronds. Des cuisses charnues, jumelles, des genoux cagneux, des mollets rebondis, des chevilles frêles ou de solides antes vives, des pieds plats canard, courts mignons ou longs d’envie. Des orteils saucisses, courbés, recroquevillés, ongles incarnés, clairsemés de poils, berceaux de corne, clopin-clopant, jambes empêchées, béquilles et fauteuils filants, le courage résilience.

Des cons débordants, des lèvres rouges, des abricots jeunes, mûrs, vifs, secrets. Des pubis velus, femme, sauvages. Des triques tordues, à géométrie variable, timides ou fières.

Donnez-moi des corps imparfaits. Ils me sont parfaitement désirables.

anonymous asked:

Can you do 12 & 18 for Shawn or harry, whichever one you have more inspo for

Authors Note:

Requested || Based off of #12 & 18 prompt found here 

“I’m pregnant.” .. “It’s okay to cry…”


He lives for being free, touring the world, singing, and doing what he loves the most, performing to his fans, there is absolutely nothing he would rather be doing. Even after five long years, five albums, and many achieved awards, he is still as lively, and as happy as ever, not to mention— married and loving it. 

You’re always jet setting to many places around the world, it is at a point where you spend more time in other countries and cities than you do your own. 

You and Shawn have joked about selling the house because the two of you spend more time in airports and in hotels that you are barely at the house, in fact, his little sister has basically moved in, taking the guest bedroom and making it her own when the two of you are away. Shawn was apprehensive about her being on her own, but he had to learn how to loosen up and not be the over protective older brother, at eighteen, you assured him that she would be fine house sitting the house. You both always managed to call her daily to check up on her despite her parents doing the same thing. 

You also quite like that Aaliyah has taken over the guest room, you love having her around when you are actually home, she is like your adopted teenager that you love to death. 

The hotel room is quiet and cosy as you stay curled up between the white duvet, snuggling into the freshly scented covers, Shawn’s figure standing at the window that has the view of the city—a view he has struggled to pull his eyes from. 

“I think we need an apartment with a view like this, what do yeh say?” He peers over his shoulder to look over at you with his darling smile and bright eyes, “Breakfast on a patio, overlooking the Eiffel tower, I think that is a wonderful idea. Wouldn’t you like to wake up to crepes, strawberries, croissants, Tartine, and a café au lait?” He names off a few of the wonderful choices of foods’ he has managed to taste in the short time he has been in France. 

You screw your nose up for a moment, burying your nose into the covers, the thought of food not settling too well with you. 

“Mhm, lovely.” You lie, not wanting to even think about Croissant aux abricots, Pain au chocolat, or whatever other kind of buttery pastry and jam that Shawn is more than likely thinking of at the moment. 

He shuffles away from the extended window, striding towards the bed, “Okay, what’s up with you? Usually, you are begging me to go with you to try new breakfast things. You don’t even seem remotely interested at the moment.” Shawn stands at the foot of the bed, cocking his head to the side as you continue to snuggle up to the covers. 

“Just tired,” you mumble, 

His brows knit in a frown, “Hmm, you sure? You kinda look a bit… off." 

With a heavy sigh you speak, "Thank you for saying I look terrible, Shawn.” you mutter, watching as he instantly shakes his head, “Don’t bother justifying yourself,” you chuckle, calmly amused by the expression painted across his face. 

He sighs and curls his lips into a pout, “I didn’t mean it like that, you know I always think you look beautiful." 

"You have to say that, you married me. Don’t you have a Q&A to get to?” you change the subject, not wanting to really discuss the fact that he always thinks you look stunningly beautiful, even when you are dressed in nothing by a pair of pyjama pants, and an oversized t-shirt, with your hair a mess. 

To him, you are everything he loves, no matter how you look. 

“I do,” he nods, “You trying to get rid of me?” he raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest, 

“Nope, just askin’.” You respond, watching as he moves away from the foot of the bed and makes his way over towards his jacket that is draped over the chair. 

He hums as he grabs his jacket, sliding it up his length arms, “You wanna come? It is a short Q&A before my concert, I don’t even have a meet and greets today.” He informs you, flashing you his bright eyes that denote that he really wants you to attend, even if he won’t say it. 

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Bricks Sucrées Abricots Amandes

Hello, je suis de retour ! 

Après un long moment d'absence, je reviens avec une recette facile et rapide. A l'approche de l'hiver et à force de m’empiffrer de bricks au thon et à la viande hachée, une petite idée a germée : Et si je faisais des bricks sucrées ? J'imagine que je n'invente rien mais comme vous avez du le remarquer, je suis particulièrement fan de vanille et de cannelle, Donc j'ai choisi de tremper mes bricks et mes fruits dans un sirop extrêmement parfumé ! 

Je n'en dis pas plus, voici la recette (pour 8 bricks) : 

- 150 g d'abricots secs 

- 50 g de raisins secs blonds 

- 100 g de sucre 

- 200 g d'eau 

- 2 bâtons de cannelle 

- 1 demi gousse de vanille 

- 4 feuilles de bricks 

- amandes effilées 

1) Je prépare un sirop en faisant bouillir le sucre, l'eau, 1 premier bâton de cannelle et la gousse de vanille fendue. 

2) Lorsque le sirop boue, je le retire du feu et ajoute les abricots et les raisins secs. Je réserve environ 10 minutes 

3) Je torréfie mes amandes dans une poêle, à feu vif, sans matière grasse.

4) Je récupère les abricots quand ils ont légèrement gonflés et conserve le sirop à part. 

Je découpe les abricots et les raisins en dès grossiers et les mélange aux amandes refroidies

4) Je commence à façonner mes bricks. 

- Je découpe le disque de pâte en deux parties égales. 

- Je dépose un petit tas du mélange abricots-amandes en haut de la pâte

- Je replie la ère extrémité. 

- Je rabat la partie arrondie de la pâte vers l'intérieur pour obtenir un long rectangle de pâte. 

- Et je continue de plier en faisant en sorte de garder la forme triangle jusqu'au bout. 

- Je rabat le dernier bout, soit en le fermant avec un peu d'eau, du bout des doigts, soit en le rabattant à l’intérieur de la brick. 

6) Je fais chauffer un petit bain d'huile dans une poêle à feu moyen. Il ne faut pas que les bricks soit totalement recouvertes d'huile. 

7) Je dépose les bricks délicatement et les laisse cuire environ 2 min de chaque coté. Quand elles sont bien dorées, c'est qu'elles sont prêtes ! 

8) Je les dépose sur papier absorbant. Quand elles sont tièdes, je les imbibes du sirop que j'ai réservé plutôt. et je dépose quelques amandes effilées torréfiées pour la déco. 

Et voilà ! 

food in french

Les fruits - fruits

Une pomme – apple

Une banane – banana

Une cerise – cherry

Un raisin – grapes

Une pêche - peach

Un abricot - apricot

Une poire – pear

Une fraise – strawberry

Un citron – lemon

Une orange – orange

Un ananas –pineapple

Une pastèque - watermelon

Une olive - olive


Les Légumes - vegetables

Un oignon – onion

Une carotte – carrot

Une tomate – tomato

Une pomme de terre – potato

Un aïl – Garlic

Un maïs – corn

Un petit pois – peas

Une salade – salad

Un champignon – mushroom


Produits laitiers – dairy products

Un lait – milk

Un beurre – butter

Un fromage – cheese

Un yaourt – yogurt

Une glace – ice cream

De la crème Chantilly – whipped cream


Viandes – meats

Un poulet – chicken

Un boeuf – beef

Un veau – veal

Un porc – pork

Un agneau – lamb

Un poisson – fish

 

Les Boissons – drinks

un thé – tea

un café – coffee

un jus (d’orange) – (orange) juice

un vin – wine

une bière – beer


pour assaisonner – to season

des herbes – herbs

un sel – salt

un poivre – pepper

un sucre – sugar

une moutarde – mustard

un vinaigre – vinegar


une baguette – baguette

un croissant – croissant

un pain – bread

une confiture – jam

une soupe – soup

une salade – salad

un sandwich – sandwich

des oeufs – eggs

un gâteau – cake

un chocolat – chocolate

un riz - rice


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not-yourmoffy  asked:

(Charlie) “I cannot eat any more fruit !” “A kiss always means something.” (Charlie, AU: HP) “If you need to hear why I love you, I can go on all night.”

“I cannot eat any more fruit !” (charlie)

« Tu te fiches de moi ? T’as mangé tout un paquet d’Oreo sans t’arrêter une seule fois pour boire et tu n’es même pas capable de finir un abricot ? »

“A kiss always means something.” (charlie)

Winona se stoppe dans sa course et tourne les talons afin de faire face au blondinet. L’expression de ce dernier est sérieuse, tout comme il doit trouver l’histoire sérieuse. Il ne compte pas laisser ce baiser partir aux oubliettes, elle en est convaincue rien qu’à la façon dont il lui fait front. Les paumes de Winnie épousent ses hanches. « Je n’irais pas jusqu’à dire que c’était un baiser. » Il arque un sourcil. « Nos lèvres se sont touchées. C’était un baiser. » La jeune femme ricane pour dissimuler l’état dans lequel ses mots la mettent. Elle est assaillie par le souvenir de leurs bouches l’une contre l’autre et de leurs yeux clos. « Je ne savais pas que j’avais affaire à un expert en la matière. » Il ne sourcille pas à sa remarque acérée. Au lieu de ça, ses pas le mènent plus près encore d’elle et elle se raidit. « Nona, laisse-moi une chance. » Winnie sent quelque chose céder en elle au ton doux avec lequel Charlie lâche ces syllabes. Elle l’autorise à déposer ses lèvres contre les siennes.

“If you need to hear why I love you, I can go on all night.” (hp!charlie)

Aux paroles du Poufsouffle, Winona lève les yeux vers le ciel étoilé d’un air plus amusée qu’ennuyée. « Je suis sûre que McGonagall va adorer entendre cette excuse si on se fait attraper dans la Tour d’Astronomie. » Mais ça ne la dissuade pas pour autant d’attraper le pull de Charlie pour l’attirer jusqu’à elle avec une moue espiègle. Le garçon profère un long discours sur combien il ne craint pas le courroux de leur professeure. La Serdaigle le scrute de près, un sourire accroché à sa bouche. Il est tellement mignon que ses lèvres trouvent fugacement les siennes dans un baiser. Cette simple pression le laisse coi. Il la dévisage comme si elle venait de se métamorphoser en Calmar Géant juste sous ses yeux. « Dis, tu m’aimes vraiment ? » Elle se maudit intérieurement pour la note presque désespérée dans sa voix. Mais c’est vite oublié lorsque le blondinet lui dérobe un nouveau baiser, un peu plus long, un peu plus dur. Elle se noie dans ses prunelles dès que l’étreinte de leurs bouches est rompue. Le garçon hoche une fois la tête. « Tu vois la Tour d’Astronomie ? » Elle opine du menton — non sans trouver la question idiote parce qu’ils sont littéralement dedans. Mais elle ne pipe pas mot. « Mon amour commence au pied de la tour et il ne s’arrête qu’à la pointe de la toiture. » Winnie s’esclaffe, émue par une telle déclaration. « Mon amour pour toi est grand comme ça. » Elle s’empare à nouveau de sa bouche, toute chamboulée.

Folks who condemn pineapple pizza because sweet+savoury

Do you also condemn 

- Salted caramel

- The apple and dried fruit in bobotie dishes

- Cheese with grapes

- Any honey/mustard combination

- Dates, abricots, raisins, etc in cous cous dishes

- Raw ham and melon  

- Meat stoves with berry compote

- Koe lo kai/koe lo yuk

- Dishes served with chutney

… or are you just irrationally pineapplepizzaphobic??? Just asking

anonymous asked:

Top five de tes boissons (l'alcool est autorisé~)

Yeay ! Il est d’ailleurs temps que j’aille me réhydrater :’D

Personne n’est étonné lolilole. Je cours pas du tout après le thé noir (ou fumé, erk), mais tous les autres : OUICH.


J’aime pas spécialement l’alcool, à quelques exceptions près, dont l’Apfelkorn en première place : DONNEZ-MOI. Ça se boit tout seul. Ça se trouve difficilement. Larmes.

Un humble jus d’abricot, gosh que c’est DOUX ET EXTRA C’:

Une bonne bouteille de Pêcheresse !!! Surtout en ce moment ! *suinte* (ça tombe bien j’en ai PAS :’D )

Un chocolat noir, chaud, au lait de soja, avec de la canelle et du miel. Oui, rien que ça (TOUT est important dedans *A* Sinon c’est moins bien. )

Bonus si y a des carreaux de chocolat noir fondus dedans en plus !

Le café était prêt, la confiture d’abricots posée sur la table, à côté des deux tartines. 7h53. Son linge séchait. J’aimais le pain épais et sa mie. On avait bu du rhum, léché les ananas, ramassé quelques miettes du bout des doigts sur la table en bois. Ça sentait le matin. Il y avait eu la nuit et ce qu’elle portait de lune et d’éphémère. Il y avait eu ce bleu qui ne s’envolerait pas, pas encore, pas si vite, pas si tôt, que l’on savourerait encore un peu, que l’on n’attendrait plus, ou juste ce qu’il faut, de l’attente, comme un affût tranquille. Le volet resterait fermé sur un jardin inexplicable.

5

This photo set was initially planned to be a live feed from yesterday’s event - the “Unterländer Biertage”. In plain English, “Lowlands beer days”, right here around the corner in a sports hall next to the Zurich airport. Oh and sporty it was, no doubt. From too much sport (of course, what) I gave up almost immediately the idea to drink and write at the same time. Not that I’d sample ‘em beers that fast, but there was way too much chatting and all that and it would have been so very impolite of me right? Apologies accepted. Because I’m an orderly person I ordered only samplers and here they are, the producers in the order of tasting: Gutknecht’s Hammer-Bier (from Rümlang, next village that is), St. Laurentius Craft Beer (Bülach, again like twenty miles away), Brauerei Hardwald (that’s a few miles south in Wallisellen), Braumanufaktur Schlachthuus (Lufingen, guess where - ten miles east) and finally UHB Üelus Homebrew (oh no, Burgdorf is 100km from here!). Mostly local brewers, presenting their tasty inebriants to a moderately huge thirsty crowd. Not everything was to my taste, yet ironically what I disliked most was the best as seen from a teammate so whatever, there was obviously something for everybody. My favorites were the Saison Abricot from Hammer, a tasty fruity smooth elixir, then the Hopfengold from St. Laurentius, light and hoppy and refreshing and just a hint sour, then a malty thick dried fruits extract called Balthasar from Hardwald and finally the American Wit of UHB Üelus, spicy and full-bodied and just yum. Had I have more time to ummm deepen my knowledge.. I think I definitely should go more often to these tasting events.

[Mark] I'm Your Teacher (Part 18)

You laid on the bed, your naked bodies covered with the bedsheets, with him using your arm as a pillow, an arm lazily swung around your waist, rubbing lazy circles on your skin.

“I’m sorry.” You broke the silence that had taken place in the room.
“For what?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing . “For being so mean to you.” You explained, not breaking the eye contact. “I acted like a child. Well, I am compared to you.” You added with a shrug.

“Don’t say that Y/N. You’re extremely mature, you just didn’t know the truth, your reaction was totally normal.” He reassured you, still looking deeply into your eyes.
“I’m just glad it’s over now.” He said, almost putting an end to the conversation but a question popped up in your head.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? About Jimin.” You asked, breaking the eyes contact and looking down at his naked torso.“Would you have believed me?” He asked kind ofr surprised, and you realized how stupid your question was. “No.” You chuckled, making laugh with you.

“Of course you wouldn’t have.” He said before your laughter died, making place for a peaceful silence which you broke again. “What do we do with Jimin?” You asked, snuggling closer to Mr.Tuan.”We’ll think about that later.”he whispered, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Sir we ca-” You protested before he cut you off. “Call me Mark. You’re completely naked laying next to me in my bed after we made love, I think you can drop the honorifics.” He said, which made you realize how you were breaking the moment.

“You’re right, we’ll think about Jimin later.”

“Good.” He almost settled the fatal silence, the one that would put you to sleep but you were in a talking mood.

“Did you ever think about what we would’ve been doing if we hadn’t slept together that one time?” You asked and he took a deep breath, thinking about his answer. “Well, I do.” He said. “But I think I could’ve kept that purely sexual relationship if you hadn’t asked me not to have sex and help you in maths.” He explained.

“We ended up talking for hours.” You said. You couldn’t help but smile as you remembered that evening, when you discovered you liked the same bands.

“Yeah and the day after that, you told me you couldn’t have sex with me because it was your time of the month and I realized I didn’t mind as long as you were there with me, talking about how underrated Spyair was.” Explained, his hands still rubbing your back lazily. “Okay I’m basically telling you how I fell in love with you it’s embarrassing.” He chuckled.

“No it’s not, it’s very flattering to hear. Do you want to know how I fell in love with you?” You replied.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Oh this is so stupid, okay.” You whined, getting a grip of yourself. “I think the moment I fell in love with you was when you did that thing with your ears to cheer me up when I was stressed out?” You said, holding back you own laughter, provoking Mr.Tuan’s. He couldn’t help but laugh at you falling for him because of his talented ears that could move alone.

“This so stupid! I’m so lame oh my god!” You chuckled. “No no. That’s, that’s cute. Well I guess…” He said, his laughter fading as he tried to reassure you. “No that was really stupid.” He laughed, making you Crack up. “Stop making fun of me!” You playfully slapped his torso.
“You’re such a dork.” He said, his laughed dying, he was tired.
“I know.” You said, finally making place for the sleepy silence of the night.

__________Next Morning__________

When Mr.Tuan walked back into his bedroom, he found you in the same position as before, sleeping peacefully. You were laying on your stomach, your lower half wrapped in the bedsheets, exposing your naked back, reminding him about last night’s events. He smiled as he walked to you, admiring your sleepy beauty. He crawled on the top of you, his knees and hands on each side of your body and he attached his lips to your lower back, where the blue sheets had stopped hugging you.

He kissed your back all the way up to your shoulders, the feeling of his gentle fingertips grazing your nape waking you up as he moved your hair away from your back, putting it on your shoulder. Your eyes fluttered open as he kissed your newly exposed nape, making you sigh with a smile. “Good morning, beautiful.” He said, briefly detaching his lips from your skin before kissing you again.


“Good morning.” You smiled sleepily. You flipped yourself over, you back arching as you stretched your arms out, your eyes closed, not caring about your naked upper body showing. “Breakfast is ready.” He said before kissing your collarbone, trailing butterfly kisses up to your neck before bringing his lips to yours, only to meet the palm of your hand. “I need to brush my teeth.” You said.

“And I need a morning kiss.” He said, shooing your hand away and attempting to kiss you again.
“No! I want to brush my teeth!” You covered your mouth.
“Okay I’ll get you a toothbrush.” He kissed your cheek before getting off you.

___While You Brushed Your Teeth__

You slipped back into Mr.Tuan’s T-shirt before going to brush your teeth.

“What?” You asked, your mouth full of toothpaste as Mr.Tuan kept snorting and staring at you through the bathroom’s mirror, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I like your bed hair.” He said with a smile. “Oh stahp!” You whined. “No-I’m serious! You look cute.” He said, moving his chin from your shoulder to the top of your head.

“And I like you with straight hair.” Je added. Holding your hair away from the sink, you spat the toothpaste. “Too bad because I’m not straightening them ever again.” You said before putting the toothbrush back onto your mouth. “Oh yes you will. I’ll do it for you.” He said as he let go of you.“Whatever.” You said as he headed out.

“Do you like jam on your toasts?” He asked as he stood in the doorway, looking at you through the mirror and you nodded. “Strawberry or apricot?” He asked. “Strawberry.” You mumbled, trying not to spit all of the toothpaste. “You’re such a baby.” He said before walking out.


“Mmmh looks delicious ~!” You sang as you walked in the kitchen, seeing the croissants, orange, pin apple and apple juice Mr.Tuan had prepared. You sat at the counter as he walked to you, plates in his hands. He kissed you, finally getting his morning kiss.
“Toasts with strawberry jam, just like asked.” He said, dropping a plate in front of you.”Thank you.” You kissed his cheek. He walled to his seat, sitting across the counter in front of you.

As you were laughing and eating what must’ve been the best toast ever a question popped up in your head. “When is Rise coming back?” You asked before taking another bite of your last toast. “Tomorrow.” Mr.Tuan replied, the question almost ruining the atmosphere.”Oh yeah I almost forgot!” He snapped his fingers, getting up from his seat and walking to his bedroom.

He came back a moment later, hiding something behind his back.
“Tomorrow’s a big day right?!” He cheered as he walked to you. “What do you mean?” You frowned. “Really Y/N?” His face almost dropped.”Oh yeah my birthday!” You snapped, your eyebrows riqing. “How did you know?” You asked with a smile.


“Well, do you remember these presentation paper I’ve made you fill up at the start of the year?” Hz asked. “I thought they were useless.” You replied. “I used to think that too, but because of these little sheet of paper…” He sang, moving his arms from behind his back. “… you’ll be able to see Spyair live while they’re in town!” He cheered, holding two concert tickets in his hands. You gasped loudly, quickly putting your glass down.


“Ah!!” You squealed, getting up from your seat and running to him. “Oh my god thank you thank you thank you thank you!” You jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“That’s the best birthday present ever!!” You sais as you squeezes him before pulling away.

“Oh my god I’m so happy!” You clapped your hands like a little girl, jumping. He offered you the tickets and you took them, contemplating them to make sure they were actually in your hands. “Really? You like it?” He asked. “Oh yes! Thank you sir!” Yo hugged him again. “You’re welcome.” He said, patting your back before you pulled away.


“I was going to buy one ticket but I didn’t want you to go alone so I thought you could go with Jimin.” He explained, putting his hands in his pockets as you looked up at him, hiding your smile with the tickets close to your mouth. Since the problem with Jimin wasn’t solved, you’ll have to stay with him, and Mr.Tuan wouldn’t believe able to see you, but he preferred knowing you with Jimin than you going alone. “Are you kidding me?!” You let your arms fall down. “No! You’re going with me!” You protested.


“What?” He asked, confused.
“It’s your favorite band too! And now that I know everything I have to know…” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I don’t want to spend time with anyone else but you.” You said before kissing him tenderly.
“Okay.” He whispered against your lips. You pulled away, giggling.
“You tatse like abricot!” You laughed. “You can talk miss strawberry jam!” He retorted as you let go of him.

“I’m going to take a shower.” You said, dropping the tickets on the kitchen counter.“Okay.” He said, watching you walk out of the kitchen. “Hey.” You called him, peeking through the doorway, making him stop cleaning the counter and look up at you. “You’re not asking to join?” You teased, tying your hair into a messy bun.

After the shower you slipped into another T-shirt of Mr.Tuan, an you were now cuddling in his bed, him with a arm lazily swung around your shoulders and you snuggled close to him. “Can I ask you a question?” You asked, frowning on your own and not bothering to look up at him. “Go ahead.” He replied. “Why did you get married so soon?” You asked.


“Soon. Everything was too soon for me, and it was too soon for me to understand that. I was 22 and I was a teacher, I had a girlfriend I loved; it looked like I was already settled down… like being a teacher ages you really hard.” He said.”But I wasn’t all grown up, my personality changed, I didn’t like calm girls anymore, I didn’t like dark humor anymore so… yeah.” He explained.

“Must’ve been hard to, like, grow up so fast.” You shrugged. “Yeah but look where I am now, laying next to the most precious thing I have in my life.” He said, making you cringe in your insides. “You’re such a sweet talker!” You made a grimace, propping yourself on your elbow to look down at him. “Oh please, don’t act like you don’t like it!” He replied.“Just admit it.” He said, putting both of his hands behind his head.


“You’re right.” You said. “I do like it.” You said, biting down on your lower lip with a smile. He observed your face for a moment, admiring your face. He really, really liked you straight hair. And your lips, they were so plump and pink; and he liked how your hair fell on your face, hiding your right eye.

“You’re beautiful.” He said, making you roll your eyes, as you tried to sit up. “No, really. You’re stunning.” He said, wrapping his arms around, trying to pin you down against his chest. “Stop it!” You squealed, managing to get out of his grip and sit up, followed by him.“I mean it babe, you’re beautiful!” He kissed your cheek.

“I don’t have any make up on! Why are you even looking at me?!” You said, hiding your face with your hands. “Stop this babe, you’re very pretty.” He brushed your hands away. “No I’m nooooot~” You whined, hiding you face with a pillow. You but it down when it you felt him get out of bed.

He walked to his little nightstand and opened a drawer, pulled something out of it and held the object close to his face. “What are you doing?” You asked as he kept showing his back to you.”Say hi Y/N.” He turned around, his left eye replaced by a camera.

“What- no!” You squealed, grabbing the bedsheets and putting them over your head. “Oh please babe!” He whined.“No!” You refused. “Y/N! Come on just one picture!” He pleaded from behind the camera. “I said no!” You whined.

“Fine!” He said, letting his arms fall down. “What is wrong with you, I’m not wearing any make up, my hair looks hideous and I’m wearing one of your T-shirts.” You said, pointing at each default you quoted.

“And that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Half of his face disappeared behind the camera, making you roll your eyes. He started taking pictures again; but you didn’t bother hide your face.

“I can be a lot more glamorous than that.” You said, titlting your head to the side, trying to convince him to stop. “I don’t care.” He said, still taking pictures of your reticent face. “I love you. Just like this.” He pressed the button again, this time catching a unconscious smile from you.

“Perfect.”