that-chocolate-is-so-good

Banana Caramel Trail Mix Smoothie Bowl

-1.5 frozen bananas (150 cals)

-½ C Cashew Milk (12.5 cals)

-1/3 Salted Caramel Protein Pack (40 cals)

Topping:

-¼ C Homemade Banana Granola (80 cals)

-½ tsp. Chia Seeds (10 cals)

-1 T Coconut Chips (22.5 cals)

-1 T Trailmix (45 cals)

-½ T Pumpkin Seeds (35 cals)

-1 dark chocolate chunk (5 cals)

SO GOOD :D

A special day

“I can’t believe you went for the chocolate cake.”

“Why? It’s so good!”

Draco shakes his head as he smiles at Harry fondly.

“We just had a three course meal. I honestly don’t understand how your stomach isn’t bursting. Mine is about to.”

Harry grins at him, the fork still in his mouth. He pulls it out deliberately slow and gives it an extra lick. His eyes sparkle in the candlelight and Draco can’t help but think how lucky he is and that Harry has never looked more handsome.

“Do I have any chocolate on my face?” Harry asks, wiping his chin inelegantly with his napkin. Draco snorts. Sometimes Harry just has impeccable timing.

“Oh Merlin, come here,” Draco mutters, still unable to wipe that smile off his face. He leans over the table and brushes Harry’s jaw with his fingertips. Harry lets out a little sigh when Draco presses their lips together. He briefly sucks on Harry’s bottom lip and feels him shake with laughter as he releases it.

“All chocolate gone?” Harry chuckles.

“All gone,” Draco grins. He leans back in his seat and watches Harry as he gulps down his wine.

“Sometimes I wonder,” Draco mutters in mock distaste.

“What, why you love me?” Harry immediately says, smacking his lips. Draco hides his face behind his hands and starts laughing; the way only Harry can make him. He asked himself that question a lot in the past, why he fell in love with The Boy Who Lived of all people. But the answer is simple.

Because he’s Harry.

“Come on, you have to try it.”

Draco lowers his hands and meets Harry’s gaze.

“The cake,” Harry says excitedly.

When he lifts his fork and holds it out to Draco, Draco’s eyes fall on the ring on Harry’s finger. His lips curl upwards and he finally leans forward and opens his mouth wide. The cake is indeed delicious. It’s velvety and melts pleasantly on his tongue.

As Harry takes another bite, Draco rests his chin on his hand and just gazes at his husband. When they agreed to go to this restaurant tonight, neither of them mentioned what day it is. They didn’t need to. They both know. And yet, neither of them says it out loud. They didn’t toast and they didn’t exchange gifts. They are each other’s gift. As corny as that sounds, Draco thinks and momentarily scrunches his nose.

“You’ll get wrinkles if you keep doing that,” Harry remarks.

“And you’ll get a divorce if you keep talking with your mouth full.”

Harry chokes on the cake in his mouth, obviously trying no to burst out laughing.

“Wait until tomorrow at least,” he snickers. Draco’s answering smile is wide and warm.

He appreciates the way they both acknowledge this day, without really talking about it. They didn’t plan it. They don’t seem to need any words to know that this is perfect as it is.

Maybe Harry would have made a big thing out of it if he didn’t know Draco so well. But he does. And Draco knows Harry doesn’t want a big, over the top gesture either. Maybe as a joke. But this is far too important and precious to make fun of. Maybe in twenty years. But not today. Today, Draco just wants to enjoy this moment. Their first anniversary of many to come.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fleetofshippyships!!! 💖💖💖 You are awesome and I love you and I’m sorry for the mentioning of tongues! 😂 (It’s just one tongue, though, so I hope it isn’t that bad 😂)

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i mADE SODA’S CHOCOLATE CAKE AND OMFG ITS SO GOOD 100/10 HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY SODAPOP

Christmas in the Common Rooms

Gryffindor


-Punk Goes Christmas playing entirely way too loud

-Piles of extra fire wood, literally all over the common room

-Subsequent tripping over piles of fire wood, atleast twice a day.

-Hot cooca with lion shaped marshmellows

-Wizard Chess tournaments

-Eating popcorn garlands off the tree

-Homemade fudge

-Messily wrapped presents hidden EVERYWHERE

-Falling asleep on couches and cushions and tangled limbs


Ravenclaw


-Christmas Remixes, lets be honest

-A whole white Christmas tree, decorated with every blue item they could find

-I’m talking everything from staplers to a blue Nirvana vinyl

-The BEST handwritten Christmas Cards

-Black coffee & Dark Chocolate

-How are they so good at wrapping presents?

-Perfect Blue star on the top of the tree

-Gag gifts for the other houses

-All of the presents go under the tree and under the tree only.


Slytherin



-Classical & Jazz music playing quietly

-Magical Snow, disappearing before it hits the ground.

-Crackling fire.

-7th Years sneaking in Firewhisky and letting First years try a sip.

-Since it’s under the lake, the common room is way to goddamn cold, so there are expensive furs and duvets strewn on all the furniture.

-Green Christmas lights on a Silver Christmas tree

-Christmas gifts are boxed, we don’t have time to wrap.

-Steaming mugs of Dunkin’s extra light and sweet


Hufflepuff


-Giggle Water, ‘nuff said.

-Hot tea

-Presents are wrapped in bits of old parchment and torn pieces of the Daily Prophet

-The Christmas tree is literally SAGGING under the sheer weight and quantity of decorations.

-Honestly the entire room is just really warm?

-Christmas Classics are played on repeat

-Leaving homemade cookies, cakes, and magical drinks for the house elves on Christmas Eve

-Somehow always gets you the PERFECT gift???

College!AU Vernon
  • major: instrumental performance (violin) 
  • minor: psychology 
  • sports: wanted to do basketball, but ended up not having the time for it
  • clubs: orchestra, (secretly) poetry club 
  • vernon ended up getting into college on a scholarship for his violin, even though he still isn’t really sure that’s what he wants to do with his life
  • like he likes playing classical music, but much to the surprise of most people in his major, he’s much more fond of hiphop and pop music which is why everyone’s so shocked when he comes into orchestra with like the weekend blasting from his headphones and not Bach’s Violin Concerto in A minor
  • but no matter what his personal preferences are, it’s obvious he’s the most talented violinist in the orchestra and even in the whole school
  • and for that, the conductor and his instructors are all really tough on him because they want to make him a classical music prodigy
  • and vernon just,,,,,,,, like he just doesn’t think he’s suited for that
  • like he’d much rather change his major to psychology because he’s always has an interest in peoples personalities and observing others and it’s a field that he really does want to learn more about
  • but the pressure from everyone, even his friends, is that he should just do music since he’s so talented at it
  • which is funny considering he’s put a ban on any of his friends attending any of the orchestra recitals because last time hoshi fell asleep, woke up halfway through the piece and got up to clap because he thought it was over, effectively making everyone turn to look at him and the orchestra messing up and long story short
  • hoshi was escorted out and vernon had to beg the conductor to forgive his friend for being……like that
  • vernon doesn’t have many close friends in the orchestra because all the other violinist are pretty jealous of his talents. the other sections are made up of mostly his seniors who are also pissed that someone younger than them is doing so well
  • so vernon spends a lot of his time practicing alone and keep quiet during group rehearsals
  • but when he’s not practicing, he hangs out with joshua and minghao and jeonghan and the other seventeen members tease them because they call them the ‘brain squad’ because they all get good grades and study
  • but when they hangout it’s like video games and eating LOL 
  • vernon had let his sister decorate hi violin case with stickers before he left to live on campus and although he does admit some of the my little pony ones and sparkly puppies are ……..a bit……much…..he misses his sister a lot so he never tries to take them off
  • hoshi doesn’t let him live it down though he’s always like “i never knew you were a fan of fluttershy, how cute vernon” and vernon’s like if you weren’t my hyung………………my violin bow would be shoved…….
  • lots of people outside of the music program like vernon actually, and not because he’s friendly and approachable like seokmin, but because they find him really elegant and chic when he walks around campus in the suit holding his case before a performance 
  • basically people are like “he’s a real life prince, handsome AND plays the violin” 
  • every white day the music room becomes overflowed with presents addressed to him and confessions of love
  • and he’s just like…….clueless to why he’s so popular and the other musicians all get grumpy and salty because no one sends them chocolates whatS so good about vernon
  • the answer is simple: face of an angel but anyway
  • also like he’s studying classical music but…his sense of dressing and personal preference of music is nothing close to that and he’s actually known for keeping up with trends. he got instagram famous for his fashion and vernon didn’t even know until hoshi was like “you passed 10k followers on insta” and vernon was like “you have followers on insta?”
  • but anyway you actually meet vernon under some weird circumstances
  • see the orchestra always picks someone to have a solo in the winter show before finals end and everyone leaves campus for the holidays
  • and last year it was a senior pianist so everyone’s like this year it has to be another section and like everyone really rEALLY wants the solo because if you get it it means a) you’re probably getting a good grade b) the spotlight is on you for the winter recital 
  • ofc the only one pretty unphased by it is vernon and so when his name is announced for the solo he’s like WHAT and everyone turns to stare at him
  • and the instructors like “we’ll begin meeting on thursdays to talk about a piece to choose and practice!!”
  • and vernon wants to protest because….well….because he doesn’t want the solo
  • but the see of eyes that are glued to him, majority of them angry, he decides to not say anything out loud
  • but after orchestra is over he heads over to the instructor and slinging his violin bag over his shoulder he’s like “i don’t want…the solo. i can’t do it.”
  • and the instructor is like what????? why????? and vernon’s like “stage fright. im fine playing with a big orchestra, but being up by myself-”
  • but the instructor just waves it off and is like “stage fright? you’ve gotta be joking me, if every classical musician dreams of a solo concert. just calm down and show up on thursday ready.”
  • vernon knows that there isn’t any point in arguing, the teacher has always been strict and if anything he doesn’t want to get yelled at
  • and on thursday he shows up to the orchestra hall and the teachers there and basically in the beginning it’s fine, they’re talking about pieces that vernon can play and it’s normal but the second the teacher asks him to play something infront of him. vernon…………vernon can’t
  • even though it’s only the teacher and other student off in other corners,,,,,vernon can’t bring himself to even lift the bow
  • the teacher basically gets mad and leaves him there telling him to fix his problem the next time there’s practice and that’s when you come in
  • you’re not in orchestra, you’re actually there to help set up chairs because a friend asked you to and you witness the whole thing go down with vernon and his teacher
  • and tbh it gets you really mad
  • because how can a teacher just treat their student like that???? and before you know it you’re going over to where vernon is sitting with his head in his hands and you tap his shoulder and you’re like 
  • “your teacher was being really horrible, im sorry you have to deal with that.”
  • and vernon, who like ….you don’t know and he doesn’t know you is just like……looking up at you quizzically until his face goes pink and he’s like “oh god…….you saw what happened.”
  • and you’re like nO DONT BE embarrassed!!!! i just wanted to let you know that your teacher was being a douche!!! i wasnt trying to make fun of you oh my ogd….
  • and you’re babbling very quickly trying to clean up this mess you’ve started and in your head you’re like THIS is why people tell you to stop striking up conversations with strangers and sticking your nose into peoples business
  • but vernon suddenly just stands up and he’s like ,,,, “i have to go.” and before you can even gather your words again he’s gone and you’re like FRICK I MESSED UP UGH
  • and you like scold yourself but it’s like what can you do you won’t see him again right?
  • but you DO see you end up in the orchestra room next thursday again because your friend wanted to meet up there after her practice to go out for dinner
  • and so you’re sitting in one of the rows of chairs and you see vernon (you know his name because you had heard the teacher yelling at him before) and he looks so depressed to be there
  • and when the teacher comes you watch as vernon tries to focus himself and bring the bow up to play but again, he just clenches his jaw and can’t move his hand
  • and the teacher looks like he might start yelling again and you decide you need to save the poor kid
  • so you get up and rush over and stand in front of the teacher and you’re like “i can help him!!!!!”
  • both vernon and the instructor stare wide-eyed at you and you’re like in your head like cmon think think …..and then you smile up at the instructor and you’re like “i used to have anxiety before performing too, i know how to stop it so!!!! just give us time before the concert - ill help him!!”
  • and vernon leans over to whisper like “what are you do-” in your ear but the teacher is like “are you a friend of vernons?” and you’re like YEP WE KNOW EACH OTHER WELL SO DONT WORRY!! LEAVE HIM IN MY HANDS!!
  • and the teacher looks suspicious but at the same time you’re pressing the fact that this solo is REA L L Y important and finally he just gives in and points menacingly at vernon whose still standing behind you, quite frankly flabbergasted by your appearance
  • and he’s like “if she doesn’t fix you before the concert. …..we will have a problem and any recommendations i had planned on writing for you are in the garbage, got it?”
  • and vernon is still shocked but you bow as the teacher leaves and you pull vernon down so he does too
  • and when finally the guys gone you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and you turn to look at vernon and you’re like “SO i guess i should at least tell you my name and explain what the was all about”
  • and vernon, who has never been very…..good with new people….., is just like watching you blabber and not saying anything and you’re like oh god he’s gonna run off again
  • and you’re like “lISTen….i really want to help, maybe just because i don’t want your teacher to yell at you again for something you can’t control but also like you want to do well right? i mean this is your major?”
  • and you point to the violin and vernon pauses but slow nods and you’re like
  • “ok!!! well i…….i think i  can help so, how about you at least let me try? can’t hurt, right?” and you smile at him and vernon,,,,,well vernon can’t believe that his first thought as you do is ‘wow they have a really cute grin’ and the second is like ‘what is happening’
  • but somehow ,,,,he decides that he might as well take a helping hand 
  • and so you tell vernon you’ll see him tomorrow in her, right in time to see your friend come in
  • and as you leave vernon is standing there….trying to process what happened and the most he can come up with is that you must just be a really kind person to want to help
  • actually it troubles him to figure out why you’re doing this that he even ends up asking jeonghan about it when he gets back to the dorm and jeonghan is like “well - what’s the problem this person wants to help you with?” and vernon’s like oh right no one knows about my fear and so vernon’s like nvm nvm
  • but jeonghan is like………….*magnifying glass emoji* 
  • anyway the next day you meet vernon where you planned and you’re like “first things first: stage fright - does the rest of the orchestra know?” and vernon’s like “if i told them,,,,they’d all eat me alive for being childish and not grateful for this solo” and you scrunch up your nose like what kind of friends are those and vernon’s like Well…..they’re not really my friends
  • you nod and you’re like ok, do your real friend know? and again vernon’s like no,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you’re like ok i promise i wont tell a soul and you like stick your pinkie out and vernon’s like,,,,,that’s childish but you’re like c’mon we gotta and he’s like…..ok…fine
  • and after hooking pinkies you like start to ask vernon questions about why he gets so scared and some strategies about pretending the audience is there/ imagining dogs instead of people/ etc
  • and vernon…..who is used to being always in competition with the people around him can’t help but watch you trying your hardest for him….a complete stranger…..and so he ends up actually telling you things that even the closest people can’t get out of him
  • and two weeks goes by, you see vernon almost every afternoon after his orchestra practice and finally you ask him to try and play something in front of you
  • and so you sit and vernon stands on the stage and you’re like
  • giving him a thumbs up and he rolls his eyes, but hides himself behind his violin to chuckle 
  • (he’s actually been smiling a lot more since he started doing this with you - everyone’s noticed but no one says anything) 
  • and he brings up his bow and you keep quiet and watch him intently and vernon concentrates………he thinks like you told him, of no audience but of things that are serene like nature or animals……he even thinks of how proud his sister would be to see him if he could just play a single piece
  • but then,,,,he looks to you
  • and unlike the cold, demanding eyes of his teacher and orchestra mates….he sees someone who has genuinely shown him care and 
  • he plays
  • he plays his whole piece perfectly
  • and at the end you’re scrambling up to the stage, clapping with joy
  • and vernon puts down his bow and looks at you and smiles, actually smiles
  • and you feel your heart in your chest skip a beat and when vernon says “i ,,,,, i can do it!!” you almost want to cry
  • but all you do is nod a million times and jump up and down like “yes!!! yes you can!!!!”  
  • and before you can think, you lunge over to hug him
  • and vernon freezes because,,,,such sudden skinship makes him embarrassed, but at the same time he feels like even two weeks of knowing you has proved that you’re the kind of person who shows this kind of affection easily
  • but the second he thinks to wrap his arms back around you
  • the door to the room opens and some students stare at the both of you and vernon gets redder than a tomato and gently nudges you off and you’re like !!!!!!! CARRY ON to the students and they’re just giggling as they walk past you and vernon 
  • vernon just gathers his bag and is like “um ill go,,,” and you’re like lgfkdjlfdwg
  • that night vernon frets over texting you because like,,,,,,do you guys still need to meet now that he’s successfully played in front of you/??? and he’s like laying on his bed with his phone on his face like having a crush is so h a r d why cant i stop
  • but then his phone lights up because you text him like ‘see you tomorrow, we gotta keep practicing till d-day!’
  • and vernon just grins so much and he’s like,,,,,,,,nvm i hope this crush never goes away
  • BECAUSE WOW DO YOU MAKE HIM FEEL WARM not that he’d ever admit that LOL
  • so you keep meeting and then finally it’s the day before the winter showcase and vernon can now even play when there’s other people in the room and it’s all going well
  • and then the teacher shows up and it’s the final test and before vernon goes up to play you take his hand in yours and you’re like “it’s going to be fine, if anything ill stand behind him and make funny faces to cheer you up!!” and vernon laughs like don’t do that we’ll both get in trouble but thank you
  • and you give him another thumbs up and he’s like god you’re so corny and you’re like DO GREAT
  • and vernon gets up there and for a second it’s all good, but then the sickening feeling comes again….the one that tells him that he’s  sure to mess up…he’s sure to look like a fool
  • and he clutches his eyes and he’s like think of something positive - what’s the one thing you wouldn’t mind seeing forever
  • and in his head,,,,,,all he can visualize is you
  • you with your big smile, your unapologetic laugh 
  • you……….supporting him…………
  • and all of a sudden he’s playing, like magic. he doesn’t even feel any strain - the piece comes out perfectly
  • and by the end the teacher raises an eyebrow when he looks at you but then looking back at vernon he gives a nod and says he’ll see vernon tomorrow night
  • you and vernon go out to celebrate by eating some ramen at the convenience store on campus and you’re just like “i knew you could do it. that teacher’s just a jerk who can’t learn how to properly take care of his students.” and vernon laughs because you’re right, but also because you look so cute getting all pouty over it….like it isn’t even your problem but you’re so riled up and it’s adorable
  • but then you lift some of your noodles, blow on them and offer them out to vernon with your chopsticks and you’re like “here let me feed you, the flavor i got is  so good!!!”
  • and vernon is looking at the chopsticks like a deer caught in headlights and he’s like “i….im an adult, let me feed myself” and he reaches out but you swat his hand away and you’re like “c’mon aaaaaaa-” and vernon goes pink again but complies
  • and when he’s done you grin and you’re like “good, right?” and vernon,,,,,,vernon finally realized that god this crush is something way more than a crush because he feels like just your smile makes his heartrate hit the roof
  • but he doesn’t say it, instead he walks you back to your dorm and is like “…..will i see you tomorrow? at the show?”
  • and you’re like “are you inviting me~~~” and he’s like don’t tease god but yes yes i am and you grin like ofc ill go i have to see all our hardwork pay off in that solo!!!
  • and vernon agrees, but for a second he catches himself staring at you for a bit longer than usual until awkwardly bowing and telling you he has to go
  • you watch him run off and touch your lips, a little sad that he only stared
  • finally it’s the night of the show and you’re looking for vernon behind the orchestra and once you find him you’re like!!!!!!!! how you feeling
  • and he turns around, except this time he’s in a suit with his hair slicked back and you’re like Oh ……. and you too, you’re wearing something fancy for the occasion and vernon can’t help but let his jaw hang a little
  • and the shocking silence gets a little too much so you playfully reach out to ruffle his hair and you’re like ‘do amazing, ok? or else you’ll get a scolding from me ok?’ and vernon’s like ‘pfft uhuh’ and you’re like ‘looK AT you getting sassy with me’ and you both laugh
  • but soon you go and take your seat and the lights dim and the orchestra begins its first piece
  • and you sit through everything until finally it’s vernon’s solo and you’re so excited you can’t keep still and when he gets on stage he looks just BREATHTAKING and you clutch your hands together with worry
  • but he brings the violin up and takes in a breath and……begins to play
  • and the sound is so beautiful, you can see how it captivates everyone in the audience and you do tear up because he looks so at ease, not the same scared student you saw trying to play in front of his teacher when you first met him
  • and when the whole thing is over vernon doesn’t even stay for the congratulations from the faculty or anyone who came to see, he runs straight to try and find you
  • and when he does, you turn and right then and there he sweeps you up into his arms and presses his lips to yours and you’re like!!!!!!!!????????
  • and when he pulls back you’re like oh ,,,, oh my god 
  • and he’s like ‘oh my god i did that…..’ and you’re like ‘oh my god you did………’ and you’re both shocked but then you just grin and pull him down by the collar to kiss him again
  • and it’s cute for the first time vernon is forward with how he’s begun to feel about you and you’re more then head over heels for him too, you realized this when you saw him play in front of only you and his determination just….just made him look so cool to you
  • but that’s not important, what’s important is you two walk out of the building hand in hand and vernon’s like “id like to take you on an official date” and you’re like ‘ooooo so mannered~~~” and vernon is like plEASe for one second don’t make everything teasing but you just giggle and kiss his nose
  • and the restaurant you go to is way more upscale than you expected and you’re like ??!!?!??! vernon can you afford this and he’s like “yeah, i tutor violin on the side so i have the money” and you’re like what. how did i not know and he shrugs shyly like,,,there’s a lot you don’t know
  • and over dinner you learn that although vernon loves music, he’s been considering changing majors and………that maybe that is also part of his stage fright and you even tell vernon of your own insecurities which is hard but you know you can trust him
  • you also learn vernon is in poetry club and you’re like “our second date is you letting me read your poetry” and vernon is like “you will never know where i hide my book so-” and you’re like “if you don’t tell me i will do aegyo for an hour straight” and vernon is like gbdklzfd NO FINE
  • fancy restaurants aren’t your biggest thing so after a while you’re like vernon let’s go get dollar ice-cream and walk by the han river 
  • and it’s cute you guys are way more suited to this casual kind of thing and when you try to sit up on the railing vernon has to pull you down because he’s scared you’d tip over into the water 
  • and like the whole time he’s going crazy thinking about kissing you again and it’s so obvious that when he drops you off after, you’re like “you have permission” and vernon’s like ???? and you tap your lips and he goes pink but it’s cute
  • his kiss is so shy ,,,,just like him
  • as you officially start to date, vernon gets so nervous about telling his friends because he’s like “they’ll never stop teasing us. like ever. you need to know that.” and you’re like “babe, it’s fine. we can deal with it.”
  • but the second you and vernon show up holding hands all of seventeen mc’freaking loses it 
  • s.coups is like we’RE THROWIng a PArty. jeonghan is like “I KNEW IT I CALLED IT”. seungkwan is asking you if vernon didn’t just pay you to act like it. and minghao is taking photo proof of your hands together for future reference and it is a certified Mess and vernon is like
  • like too embarrassed to speak and you’re just like “oh god vernon you were right we should have stayed quiet”
  • but then you learn about how useful the meme squad that is his friends are. like wonwoo informs you of how scared vernon is of horror movies so you pick on on your next date JUST to have vernon curl up against your arm and press his face into your neck out of fear
  • after you’re like ‘that’s the most skinship we’ve EVER had’ and he’s like adigfhbkglr plEASE don’t ever mention it or do this to me again…..
  • you buy a cute sticker and beg vernon to put it on his violin case and he’s like “sure, but i should ask my sister first since she originally decorated it-”
  • and that’s how you end up on skype with vernon’s lil sis who absolutely ADORES YOU
  • you two are being cute together and she’s like !!!!!!! my brother is lucky, don’t mess this up vernon and you’re like ill protect vernon and she’s like pls do and vernon is like oh m y G o d
  • vernon writes you a poem for your birthday, accompanied with a piece he composes for the violin and he plays it to you like five times over because he insists it HAS to be perfect because it’s your gift
  • but by the fifth time you just calmly ask him to put the violin down so you can smother him in kisses 
  • and he’s like nonoooonononononoooooo but kisses back and even puts his hand on your neck and you’re like “someone’s getting bolder” and he’s just blushing again
  • you keep vernon in a never ending loop of soft embarrassment,,,,it’s cute
  • when you meet him after practice you always make sure to distract him if you hear any of the seniors mumbling something about him because you want to keep him safe from negativity so you’ll like cover his ears randomly or start talking loud
  • and vernon actually knows why you do it, but he plays along because he can see you’re trying for his sake
  • but also if anyone says something too harsh you’re not afraid to approach them and give them a lecture and how AMAZING and PERFECT your boyfriend is to a point where vernon needs to drag you away because you’re getting emotional
  • and he’s like “don’t get riled up on my behalf like a little kid, we can just ignore them.” and you’re just fuming like verNON let me fight them and he’s like no. NO
  • he makes his phone background a photo his mom took of you two when you visited and  that his sister covered in like sparkly filters and it’s c*rny he’ll admit it but he loves it
  • when he’s playing basketball with like seungcheol and mingyu or something he wears a headband to keep his bangs up and you think it’s the cutest thing ever
  • you like specifically ask him to send you selfies wearing the headband and the basketball shorts and he’s like ‘what is with you’ and you’re like ‘vernon. you don’t understand you look CUTE’
  • you sometimes watch their mini games for fun and then run over to hand vernon water and mingyu’ll be like “wehere’s mine?”
  • and before you can even answer vernon is like “you don’t have hands? go get your own.” and seungcheol is like WOW DISSED TO The FACE and you’re like ‘i never knew you had this side’ and vernon shrugs like ,,,,,,,mingyu’s dumb anyway i love you 
  • and he opens his arms up so you can hug him because he never wants to SAY hug me but you just grin and kiss him instead and he’s like !! and you’re like ^^

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promises (stan uris)

anonymous asked:

could you please do a Stan x Tozier! Reader where the reader has a stutter like Bill and Stan promises to never make fun of her for it but they get in a fight and he brings it up? you can choose the ending! thanks!!

I LOVE ANGST THANKS. too aggressive? sorry, aha. but angst is my strong suit so i hope you enjoy!

pair: stan x tozier!reader

warnings: cussing, angst, lots of tears

prompts | request here

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“these are my friends, bill and stan. bill over here has a stutter, just like you y/n. guys, this is my sister, y/n,” richie pushes you towards them and you kept looking down at your shoes. they’re dirty and a bit battered but it was fine.

“h-hi, i-i’m b-b-bill,” bill held his hand out to you and you gave it a light shake as you finally looked up at him.

“i-i’m y-y/n,” your voice was small, barely audible. stan stepped forward and shook your hand, too.

“i’m stan. i don’t have a stutter but you seem cool, so i’ll be your friend, too,” he smiled and you laughed, an angelic sound to stan’s ears.

“c-cool, i g-guess,” you say, a bit shaky.

“here, to prove my loyalty, i’ll make a promise with you,” stan held his pinky to it and nodded his head at you to his pinky and you quickly lace yours with his, “i promise to never make fun of your stutter. i even pinky promise, which i never do.”

“i a-ac-accept your promise,” you smile and let go of his pinky.


“repeat after me y/n: ‘the chocolate chip cookies smelled so good that I ate one without asking.’ come on,” richie waved his hand at you to signal you to speak. you sighed and tried to remember the phrase he just said.

“the ch-chocolate chip c-cookies sm-smelled- f-fuck! s-sorry r-richie, i j-just c-can’t d-do it!” you groan and laid back on the couch.

“it’s okay, y/n. just go a little slower this time, okay?” richie tried to coax but you were already so impatient and you had to meet stand in a little bit.

“i g-got t-to g-go r-richie. i-i’m m-meeting s-st-stan a-at th=the p-park t-today,” you go to slip on your jacket and richie puts up the flashcards.

“okay y/n. if he stands you up again, i’ll beat his ass,” richie slapped his hand against his fist but he had a smirk on his face, nothing serious, as always. being his little sister was a burden and a blessing because of his gentleness but damn, was he overprotective.

“o-okay r-richie, s-see y-you l-later,” you shake your head and go out the door, making your way to the park. once you got there, you took a seat on the bench you and stan agreed to meet by and waited for him to come.

you were shaking your leg up and down, looking around for any sign of him. the chilly october wind was nipping at your skin, your teeth chattering together. you and stan have made plans to hang out three days ago and he always stood you up and rescheduled it. you were actually growing tired of it but you always agreed. love always has compromises, right?


you slammed the door of your house and hung your jacket on the coat rack. you stormed your way into your shared room with richie and slammed its door, too. you waited for two hours at the park and you probably walked around twice around its entirety. you flopped down on your bed, burying your face into your pillow.

“again, huh?” richie asked, not looking up from his comic book.

“y-yeah,” you croaked out, your voice rising eight octaves higher. you felt the bed dip and arms pulling you upright.

“are you crying?” richie took your face in his hands, looking into your eyes. “you are!”

“n-no, i-i’m n-not!” you wrangle your face out of his hand and looked down at your lap, feeling tears burn their way into your eyes. “o-okay, i a-am.”

richie pulled you in and rubbed your back, “i’m going to beat stan into a pulp and stomp on his stupid face,” he cooed, making his voice as sing-songy as possible. “but why are you crying?”

“b-b-because i f-feel l-like h-he do-doesn’t e-even w-want m-me an-anymore,” you sniffle, pulling away from richie, “h-he w-wo-wouldn’t st-stand m-me u-up th-thrice i-if h-he st-still l-liked m-me.”

“don’t think like that, y/n. any boy would be fucking lucky to have you and if anybody disagrees, i’ll make them think otherwise,” richie put his hand on your shoulder and you simply glanced at it. 

“th-thanks ri-richie b-but i-i’m j-just g-going to g-go to sl-sleep,” you sigh and lay down, pulling the covers over your head. you could feel richie get up from your bed and he turned off the lights. you felt tears run down your cheeks again, your mind racing with thoughts that pierced your heart even deeper.

why does it hurt this bad?


the next day, you were at the grocery store, picking up stuff at the order of your mom. you place the items in your basket and walked around, looking for some things you could add. you stroll down to the chips and candy aisle, grabbing two bags of chips and a bag of chocolate. as you were walking out of the aisle, you heard your name called.

“y/n!” you turned around and saw stan speed walking over to you. “hey, sorry i couldn’t make it yesterday.”

“i-it’s f-fine,” you uttered and turned around, heading for the checkout line.

“wait!” stan ran to catch up to you and followed you. “want to hang out later?”

“no.” you simply said and placed your items on the conveyor belt, pulling out the money your mom gave you.

“no? why not?”

“b-because i d-don’t w-want t-to, i-isn’t th-that ob-obvious?” you sassed and gave the cashier your money, grabbing your bags and walked away, not even bothering to get your change. you walk quickly, trying to leave stan behind.

“y/n! stop walking so fast!” you ignored his calls and kept walking, trying to ignore the familiar prick of tears. “y/n, stop!” stan grabbed your arm and spun you around.

“w-what?” you sneer and you saw stan furrow his eyebrows.

“why are you so mad?” stan’s face scrunched up and you felt fists clench around the plastic bags.

“m-maybe be-because y-you s-stood m-me u-up n-not o-one, n-not t-two, b-but f-f-four t-times! f-four, s-s-stanley!” you barked at him.

“yeah and i apologized for each time!” stan argued back but you let out a dry laugh.

“n-no, y-you k-kn-know h-how i f-felt af-after the f-fourth t-time?” you snapped.

“enlighten me.”

“i f-fu-fucking f-felt l-like i w-wasn’t g-good e-enough!” you jabbed his chest a bit, pushing him back.

“you’re overreacting-” 

“o-over-rreacting? wh-what th-the f-fuck?” you couldn’t believe what he was saying. “i a-am n-not! i h-have a f-fucking s-stutter! i g-get ma-made f-fun o-of a-and i f-feel l-like sh-shit e-everyday! h-how w-was i s-supposed t-to f-feel? j-jolly?”

then he said it. the words that brought your walls down, the words that unleased your tears from your eyes. the words that violated a fucking promise.

“well maybe i don’t want to deal with a stuttering girl all day! maybe i want to hear normal people speak normally!”

to say it fucking hurt was an understatement. “f-fuck y-you, st-stanley u-uris.”

stan regretted his words the moment it left his mouth and he even slapped his hand over it. “y/n, no, i didn’t mean that-”

“n-no! t-too l-late! i-if you hate m-my st-stutter s-so m-much, i’ll h-help y-you! it’s over.” you snarl and ran off, heaps of tears running down your face, your breathing becoming heavy as you felt your windpipe tighten. his words repeated over and over in your head. once you got home, you threw the groceries on the table and ran to your room, not even making it to your bed. you slid down the wall and sobbed. you sobbed until your chest ached, you sobbed until it was physically impossible to let out anymore tears.

fuck stanley uris. fuck him and his stupid curls. fuck him and his wonderful smile. fuck him and his bad jokes. fuck him and fuck me for still loving him.


days passed and you haven’t gone out the house. you even skipped the last three days of the school week. all day, you laid in bed, only getting up to get food or use the bathroom. you had dark circles under your already red, puffy eyes, your hair was a mess and tissues littered your room.

richie found you that day in the room and vowed to kill stan before you calmed him down. he was the one who actually suggested you stayed home from school. he got your schoolwork for you and made sure you were clean everyday. talk all the shit you want about richie but he was the best brother you could ask for.

when the weekend came along, you knew you had to face the outside world somehow and you told richie you were going to go to the quarry to clear your mind. you hopped on your bike and pedaled all the way there. you walked your way to the edge of the cliff and sat down, letting your legs hang off.

you sat there for awhile, gazing into the blue-grey waters below. you contemplated on what you would do if you saw stan again. punch him? hug him? beat him up? all three, maybe? you didn’t know. you were still incredibly hurt and just the thought of stan was enough to make tears stream down your face. you constantly had to drag your sleeve across your face to wipe away the tears but they still kept on coming.

“y/n?” you turned around and to where the soft, whisper of a voice came from and saw stan standing there, binoculars around his neck, and a small rose in his hand. “richie told me you would be here.”

“oh,” you said, turning back around. you had to take deep breaths and wipe away any sign that you were crying. toziers don’t cry in front of people, that’s a fact. you felt stan sit beside you and you felt his gaze pierce the side of your head.

“s-s-stop s-s-staring, y-you c-creep,” you mumble, trying to fill the awkward silence. “wh-why a-are y-you e-even h-here? i th-thought y-you w-wanted t-to b-be w-with n-normal p-people.”

“i’m here because i’m a stupid jerk who doesn’t deserve you but is truly, truly sorry,” stan handed you the rose and you reluctantly held it your hand, twirling it around. “i know you don’t like roses but it was the first flower i saw.”

“y-yeah.”

“y/n, i’m sorry. what i said was out of line and before you say it, yes i did go against that ancient promise. you can punch me now,” stan rambled but you kept your silence, just picking at the rose’s red petals. “please y/n, say something.”

“i h-hate y-you, st-stan. i f-f-fucking h-hate y-you and wh-what you s-s-said,” you drop the rose beside you and came face-to-face with him and his hurt expression, which drove a stake through your heart. “i f-f-fucking h-hate th-that i l-let y-you m-make me f-feel l-like i w-wasn’t e-enough, l-like i’m n-not n-n-normal.

hot tears were quickly falling down your cheeks and your voice was becoming shakier by the second. “i f-fucking h-hate y-you b-but m-most o-of a-all, i h-hate my-myself. i h-hate m-myself b-because i c-can’t s-seem to k-keep h-hating y-you. i h-hate th-that th-through a-all th-this, i st-still l-love you.”

you broke down into sobs right after the last word left your lips. you felt tired, mentally and physically. you didn’t fight off stan’s arms wrapping around you, you didn’t push him away as he rocked you back and forth, whispering apologies and sweet nothings into your hair.

“you’re right, y/n. you’re not normal. but not because you have a stutter, you’re not normal because you let a stupid person like me love you when you deserve much better,” stan murmured, his voice cracking. you pull away and examine his face, analyzing his features. he looked much like you but worse. 

his dark circles were so pronounced like he hasn’t gotten a wink of sleep since that day, his eyes were bloodshot and puffy and his curls were looking much more untamed than usual. he’s broken just like you.

you looked into his eyes and rested your forehead against his. the silence between you was so heavy, it was suffocating. then, he kissed you. his lips melded so nicely with yours, his warm and yours cold. you pulled away and smiled.

“i really hope you don’t think everything is forgiven,” you breathed out, playing with his curls.

“i know and i’m willing to do whatever it takes to get to that point, no matter how long,” stan held your hand in his and you laced your pinky with his.

“promise?”

“promise.”

Sid’s Sweets

There is an empty storefront across the street from Geno’s favorite Russian bakery in Pittsburgh.

It’s not very appealing. He thinks it used to be a candle shop but it’s been empty for years.

The big front window is cloudy with dirt and dust and the paint in chipping around the edges. The For Lease sign is hanging crookedly in the door, so old that the number is almost completely worn from the sun.

The space needs a lot of work.

He can’t imagine anyone actually wanting to take the time to fix it up.

It’s a shock when he returns from a long road trip and sees the sign gone and the window clean with the trim painted a fresh white.

There’s a warm, glowing light coming from inside.

He doesn’t have much time to think about it before the light changes and he’s able to safely walk across the street to Kalatch.

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Aomine’s reason for being late....

Akashi: I heard you weren’t feeling well. Are you okay?
Aomine: Yeah I guess.
Midorima: Did you catch a cold?
Aomine: No, Satsuki….
Kise: Momo-cchi?
Aomine: Well….it’s almost Valentine’s Day so …..she made chocolate….

GoM: Ah….

Aomine: So Tetsu….good luck…
Kuroko: Eh?
Kise: Kurokocchi fight!
Midorima: My condolences.
Kuroko: …. *gulps*

Flower Boy!Jeonghan

Requested by anon: Flower boy Jeonghan!!  

HEY HEY HEY GUESS WHO FINALLY PICKED UP THE SLACK AND WROTE THIS AFTER AN ENTIRE WEEK OF PROMISING TO :))) I’m so sorry yall this was supposed to be part of Jeonghan’s bday present but rip!!! THANKS TO @kakaotaeks FOR HELPING ME OUT WITH THIS!! who knows where this would be if i didn’t use the flower boy cafe au yIKES!! happy belated bday my angel + devil!! happy reading my children!!!

warnings: i still have 1 last super angsty piece for jeonghan, so i tried to make this p fluffy :))) and who knows when i’ll even finish that piece so :))) hang on tight to this fluff while you can! and also jeonghan is a cheesy goofball who’s bad at literature

  • This was originally gonna be Florist!Jeonghan but thank the heavens y’all don’t have to read the lame idea I had before elena came up w this
  • Shoutout to my b!!!
  • BASED ON OURAN KISS KISS FALL IN LUV
  • tHIS IS SO CUTE OK OK LETS GET 2 WORK
  • You’re in your usual literature class lecture hall and you’re sitting a few rows behind,,,,
  • The one and only, Yoon Jeonghan
  • Campus heartthrob
  • With looks like that though??? Can scREW ME UP
  • You’re staring at the back of his fluffy blonde locks as he studiously scribbles down his notes in his beaten torn notebook
  • Every time you try to refocus on the professor, your eyes just drift back to his short hair that looks a little too tempting to run your fingers through
  • By the time you prep yourself to focus on taking notes for the twentieth time that hour, everyone is packing their things and you’re like n OO OO NOT AGAIN
  • “Let me guess: Jeonghan?” Your friend nonchalantly brings up as they’re stuffing their folder in their bag
  • You sigh and get up to pack your things along
  • “I don’t even know why he’s so distracting… just something about him”
  • They’re shaking their head and smile knowingly bc it’s just so damn oBV I O US WHY
  • “You know that hot cafe that just opened everyone’s been raving about?”
  • “The Diamond? What about it?”
  • They smile even wider and are like, “do you know who got a job as a cute waiter?”
  • “,,,,,,,,,,,,What are you trying to say”
  • “Maybe you can finally get that number you’re always babbling about?”
  • And you’re like oh my god pl S STop but you’re right tho :/

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Jax Request,

Hi can I request a jax imagine where his wife had a baby and has a new curvier shape with hips thick thighs that she loves but he hates cuz guys are giving her more attention they fight which leads to makeup sex after he embarrasses her

tw: smut, nsfw

Baby Mama

I approached the TM, baby carrier seat on my hand and a bag of muffins in the other. I first went through Gemma’s office to comply my mission of being here, Gemma wanted to have some time with her grandchild and I couldn’t deny how excited I was of spending some time off with my old man. I hadn’t finished opening the door when Gemma was already hovering over the two months old, he was babbling at the sight of his grandmother and I was smiling at the view of my beautiful baby looking so happy.

“How are you Thomas?” she said to the baby, holding him close to her chest and smiling big at him “And how’s the mama? You haven’t been here in a while” she said and I nodded.

“I’ve been crazy busy with the new house and getting Abel adjusted to the kinder garden” I said with a low voice and she nodded.

“Your body is looking amazing, mama.” She said and I laughed a bit, I loved the after birth figure but I didn’t think my old man appreciated it as much, at the end roughly three times in the last couple months we have had intimacy and I was craving for this day for ourselves “At what time do I have to pick up Abel?” she said taking me off my trance.

“Oh… 3.” I said and she looked at me with a knowing look “It’s nothing I swear” I said before hearing the roar of the Harley’s engines “I’ll pick him up at 8” I said while she smirked at me.

“I’ll take him to school tomorrow, don’t worry mama” she said and I just left the office to meet up with my old man.

I approached the guys and immediately put my hand around Jax’s body, he looked at me with a smile and kissed me softly in the lips. I could feel the guys looking at us and I separated from Jax to give them a clueless look, Jax tensed next to me before sending a glare to his brother and they all dispersed quickly. We both got inside the TM and I approached the guys, Jax following me close behind.

“I made muffins” I said and the guys cheered, if there was something I was great at cooking were my berry and chocolate muffins.

“This is so good lass” said Chibs before kissing me in the cheek, leaving some crumbs on me that Jax quickly took care off. Once again the weird glances just this time accompanied by a bunch on crumbs around their mouths, Jax gave them all a glare once again.

“Can y’all seriously stop” said Jax getting angrier.

“We are sorry, pres. We can’t exactly help it.” said Tig and I looked at Jax who went to poured himself a drink at the bar.

“What’s going on?” I said and they all guarded silence even Jax who had already his hands on a whisky bottle.

“Don’t act all clueless about it, sunshine. You know what you’re doing when you get out of the house dressed like that.” He said and I felt my blood boiling, I was wearing some jeans and a loose blue tank top, nothing revealing but even if I was he didn’t have the right to speak at me that way. I looked at all of them and nodded at Jackson before storming off the TM.

I got home in no time, and poured myself a glass of water to try and calm myself down. I heard the familiar sound of Jackson’s motorcycle arriving at the house and I expected him to come to the kitchen in no time but he took his time probably collecting his idiotic thoughts. I heard the door open and I knew he could see me from his spot on the living room, it wasn’t long before I felt his presence embracing me but I took a few steps further away from him.

“Darlin’” he said taking a step to get to me, he gently pulled my arm to make me look at him but I just moved my head to the side “I’m sorry, YN” he said but I still was still tensing at his touch. “I didn’t mean that”

“You talked to me like if I dressed like one of the CaraCara girls.” I said lowering my head but he moved it to make me look at him.

“I’m a jealous prick, darlin’. I’m sorry” he said and I nodded slowly, lowering my guard.

“You have nothing to be jealous about, Jax. You won’t even touch me why would anyone else do it?” I said in a whisper and I saw him lose his breath, he put his hand next to my head putting our foreheads together.

“Why would you even think that, baby? I love you so much, I love you so much I’m afraid of losing you” he said before kissing me softly, tears threating to spill from my eyes. “I’ve been distant but it’s not because of you, the club is going through some shit and I’m scared of losing you or Abel or Thomas.” He said “And now I have to add the fact that in any minute my own brothers will try to make a move on my beautiful wife”

“They’re your brothers, Jackson. They love you and respect you, plus it’s been already two years since the first time they met me and they haven’t made a move since that first night” I said and he smiled nodding at me.

“But now they see the wonders the pregnancy did to your body” he said before grabbing my lower half, lifting me to put me over the counter to start kissing my collarbone “Knocking you up seriously was a blessing” he said and I laughed “Giving me a beautiful baby and all this” he said grabbing my ass on his hands. He quickly took my pants off, kneeling in front of me before start kissing my inner thighs. “So beautiful” he said taking my panties off, he started kissing closer and closer before looking up to me smirking. I was in heaven right that moment.

“Oh, Jax” I said when I felt my orgasm built up.

“Let go for me baby girl” he said going even faster in between my thighs while I kept my hand buried in his blonde hair. “Let go baby” he said before licking me through my orgasm. I was panting heavily when I heard his buckle fall to the ground followed by his blue jeans that smirk still on his face, he pushed my legs open one more time and put himself in between them before sliding quickly into me, thrusting into me. “Oh fuck, babe” he said biting on my neck before burying his head in the curve of my neck before he came and I followed him closely after.

I took a few minutes to compose myself and reached out to grab my shirt and my underwear. “Done so fast?” he said and I raised my eyebrows at him “I thought I needed to make it up for all the time I was an asshole to my old lady” he said and I smiled at him.

“I wished baby but I have to pick up the kids from your mother’s” I said, he hummed before looking for his phone in his pants.

“Mama” he said biting his lips looking at me “Can you take care of the kids for tonight?” he said and I smiled at him “Thank you mama, love ya” he said and I crossed my arms at him “C’mon Mrs. Teller, you are in for the night of your life.”

Happy Tuesday! 😍 I made cinnamon banana oatmeal for breakfast today. I’ve skipped adding soy or almond milk to my oatmeal the past few days and I don’t mind it at all. I use one cup of oats, two cups of water, powdered cinnamon and half a banana sliced. Threw it all into a pot, heated and stirred it until it thickened. That’s it!

I topped with with frozen cherries, blackberries, blueberries, the other half of the banana, chia seeds and dark chocolate. 🍫🍫 So good!

I’m glad we have so many organic shops in Zagreb. One chain is called Bio&Bio. 👌 It makes finding chocolate and other specialty vegan items easy. That being said, most of the large supermarkets have a vegan/organic/gluten-free section.

All of this plus the 20+ markets in Zagreb makes vegan living easy here. 🙂

Three Words

Originally posted by bwipsul


Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 841

You flopped onto the chair, hovering your chopsticks over the many choices of food laid out on the coffee table before you. Your boyfriend, Jiho had bought home a feast for the two of you to eat while watching his favourite movie “Sunflower". It’s old but gold, that’s the way he had put it.

“Did you get the chocolate bun I asked you for?” You asked, scanning the table. Jiho tore his eyes off the screen to search with you.

“Yeah, it’s right here,” he said, pushing a plastic box toward you. You smiled, satisfied, and tucked your hair behind your ear as Jiho leaned in to kiss your lips once, then twice. He loved how excited you got whenever he came home for lunch.

Jiho was focused on the movie while you were more focused on the food in front of you, barely chewing before wolfing most of it down. Once your fried rice and grilled chicken was done, you reached for the chocolate bun.

“Jiho this tastes so good, you have to try it,” you said with your mouth full of bread and chocolate. The warm bread felt soft and fluffy in your mouth and the chocolate melted around it, giving you a burst of sweetness that even Jiho’s kisses couldn’t provide. Just kidding.

“I’m not a fan of chocolate,” Jiho replied, eyes fixed on the screen in front of you two. You rolled your eyes and moved closer to him with the fork.

“Just take one bite.” You let him take a bite from the fork and sat back, waiting for his reaction. Jiho chewed for a while and then began to nod slowly. You smiled, proud of yourself.

The movie was half through when Jiho had to leave for work. He paused it and stood up, grabbing the chocolate bun box that you had nearly finished. You suddenly jumped to your feet.

“Jiho, that’s mine!”

He shrugged. “I’m the one who bought it. Besides you finished half of it already. I’ll eat the rest.” You swooped in to snatch it from his hands but Jiho being much taller than you, he raised his arm so that you couldn’t reach.

“I’m the one who asked you for it,” you tried but Jiho didn’t seem convinced. “Listen, I’ll pay you back, just give it to me.”

“Stop being so selfish. I’m going to eat it.”

You huffed in frustration. “I’m not playing, Jiho, and you said you weren’t a fan of chocolate.”

“Well, now I am,” said Jiho, a smirk creeping across his face.

“If you eat it, I’m not talking to you.” You landed your hands on your hips, hoping that would get him. Unfortunately, it was a poor attempt. Jiho scoffed and crammed what was left of the bun in his mouth before dusting the crumbs off his hands and leaving you to clean up everything on the table.

You felt anger bubble inside you but you said nothing, instead just flipping around and walking away. You knew when and when not to be serious. Jiho took you lightly but today you’d show him.

Jiho sat in the studio, bored out of his mind. The studio was one of his happiest places, but there were those days and on those days, texting you would be his escape. But today, he didn’t receive a message from you. He was hoping for something cute or that rare dirty message that would make him come early. But not today. His SMS was completely dry save a few texts from his boss and colleagues.

He wasn’t the only one finding this hard. Although you wanted to teach Jiho a lesson, you kept looking back at your phone hoping he had texted you or thinking of something witty to message him. But you needed to stay true to your word. Jiho already treated you like a baby, you didn’t need this to add to his list.

After a whole 4 hours without your boyfriend, the doorbell rang and you were secretly glad for Jiho’s return. You opened the door, glanced at your boyfriend’s smiling face and rolled your eyes, walking away. Jiho frowned and followed you into the house. He took your stubbornness for granted.

“Babyyyyy,” Jiho whined, walking behind you. “I’m sorry, just please talk to me again.” You pretended not to listen and sat on the sofa, preceding to turn on the TV.

Jiho took a seat next to you. “Would you quit? What if I gave you this?” The plastic box in Jiho’s hand caught your attention.

“You bought another bun for me?” You almost squealed in excitement. “I can’t believe you went all that way for me!” Jiho grinned and you threw your arms around him, wondering how you could have gotten so lucky for this amazing boyfriend.

“Yeah, but you have to share with me,” Jiho chuckled, leaning over you as you set the chocolate bun on the coffee table. You smile, cupping his cheeks and bringing his lips to yours, kissing him lightly.

“I love you.”

Above Water


October 19, 2009

You know that feeling you get when you’re at the bottom of a pool, looking up toward the sky? When you start to push yourself up above the water, and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to hold your breath until you reach the top? And then you make it to the top, and you take in a deep breath, and it’s somehow both the most relaxed and intense feeling in the world?

That’s what kissing Phil for the first time felt like to Dan.

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