the way i fancy you is not healthy

summer has (un)officially begun! here are some sweet tips and tricks to help you maintain your productivity during these fun times, even if you’re out of school.

  1. wake up at a respectable time. seriously. if your sleep schedule is all out of wack, then chances are that your productivity will be too. i usually make it a point to go to bed before 11:30 p.m, and i wake up between 7-8:30 a.m. modify this to your needs, obviously, but maintaining a sleep timetable that you can stick to is important. you can go off it a few times, of course (midnights at the beach, anyone?), because hey! it’s summer. just tailor to your needs.
  2. find a new hobby! whether it’s cooking, learning a language, or exercising, picking up a new interest over the summer keeps you occupied and creates a healthy habit for you before the next school year.
  3. online lectures/schooling. a super cool way to learn a bit more, with videos and lectures from some of the school’s top universities. it might be a little over your head, but it’ll give you something neat to chew on and some bonus education. plus, it’s of YOUR choosing. 
  4. volunteer work! i love to coach at my nearby pool, it’s a fun way to interact with kids AND i earn some volunteer hours. find something near you, and a make it a day-long opportunity or even a month-long project. it feels good to give back to the community.
  5. water. oh my god, drink water. it’s a season of extremes, no matter where you are, and drinking water is oh so important to stay healthy when you’re not actively thinking about it. buy a 32 oz water bottle (or, if you’re feeling fancy, a cute tumbler) and fill it up with water. drink that. all of it. repeat. keep repeating.
  6. create a healthy routine that allows you to feel productive even when you’re not really doing anything. for me, that’s forcing myself to make my bed, get dressed, etc. by 10:00 a.m. that way, i feel as if i’ve started my day, even though i’ve only done the smallest things. that usually gives me motivation to continue with my tasks.
  7. most importantly, enjoy it! whether you’re going on vacation or not, taking classes, whatever, it’s summer and you should enjoy your break. take a day off sometimes. go out with your friends. do something that makes you happy.

hope y’all enjoyed! have a wonderful summer x

📃 Dating James Ashton would include 📃



▫ his arm around your waist


▫ he LOVES to play with your hair

▪ (especially after sex to calm you down)

▫ HuGs


▫ (he’ll probably fuck you against a shelf #notsorry)

▪ i bet he’s the kinda boyfriend that writes peoms about you

▫ (he has his way with words… and you)

▪just imagine James lowly whispering naughty things in your ear while spreading your legs apart

▫ “You have such a pretty mouth. To feed it only kisses, would be a wasted opportunity.” 👅


▫ he wouldn’t spoil you but he really likes to see you in expensive lingerie

▪ WEARING HIS BLASER (with nothing underneath)

▫ but you would totally just sit together and read something or write on the paper

▪ TALKING ABOUT PROBLEMS (like a healthy couple)

▫ there’s a bit of tension between you two, because of the paper

▪ (everything gets solved pretty quick)


▪ hugging him from behind and resting your head between his shoulder blades


▪ DAtes to the theatre & opera



▫ he’s not into PDA that much, but boy, when you’re alone👅😻

▪ ‘I love you’s’


▪ visiting his family from time to time

▫ moving in with him after finishing college


micaela-turtle-02  asked:

OMG I LOVE YPUR BLOG YOUR DOING AMAZING 💖💖 I wanted to do a headcanon of the rfa +v+saeran + vanderwood reacting to MC being pregnant with quadruplets (Like they knew she was pregnant but went to the ultrasound or something idk work your magic) sorry if this is to much to ask for lolol but you can write it however you want Thanks 💖🌈

A/N: I will try to work some magic my friend~ after all, it does include the sacred number 4 *wink wonk wink wonk* ^^ (also thank you thank you omfg im trying ;u;) ~Admin 404


               -When you told him the two of you were going to have a baby he was already t h r o u g h t h e r o o f

               -So!!! Excited!!! To start a family with you!

               -He was extremely nervous to go with you to the ultrasound, though. Sure he knew he was going to be a father, but it didn’t…. /hit/ him until then.

               -There is a living being inside of you that is half him and half you… it’s living, heartbeat and all

               -And he was!! About to see it!! Still inside you!!!! This was so different than ones he’s had to perform on some animals before…

               -Ready to see his first son (or daughter!!! He’s excited either way!!), he holds your hand and watches the screen with you

               -“Oh! It does look like a cats ultrasound, they’re really similar!”

               -You have to tell him that it isn’t supposed to look like that. Cue the panicked look at the doctor and the intense squeezing of your hand

               -When the doctor explained that there were four babies in there he… well he burst into a gross sob. You had to try and calm him down while simultaneously laughing at how adorable he was

               -Four babies!!! He’s about to have four babies with you!!!! He was so excited to have you, his work, and now his babies, he couldn’t believe it! At one point he was so concerned and lost about his life but now he’s got it all!


               -“And the doctor’s going to tell us if we have a prince or a princess, right??”

               -“Yes Zen, if we want to know the doctor will tell us”

               -Literally told everyone at his current rehearsal that he had to leave early because there was going to be a revealing in the kingdom and as king, he needed to attend

               -He was almost bouncing off the walls waiting for the doctor to come into the room

               -Turned away from the monitor because he was so nervous! /But you were the one who was extremely ready Zen, wtf man/

               -“JUST TELL ME IF ITS HEALTHY FIRST, I NEED TO KNOW IF MY BABY IS HEALTHY” okay Zen stop shouting

               -The doctor turned the sound on the monitor up, commenting on the babies strong heartbeat…. but then they moved to another.

               -And another… and another.

               -He whipped around so fast it’s a surprise he didn’t get whiplash. Four heartbeats??? Four of them??? But.. but that would mean… four.. babies??

               -As excited as he was, he also had to be dramatic enough to match. With his foot up on the chair and his finger pointed triumphantly to the sky, he announced that the kingdom shall reign supreme and his army of beautiful babies will run a fantastic kingdom! You had to interrupt his rambling to remind him that the two of you were in a doctor’s office, not the stage


               -The two of you decided that you would get inseminated, and Jaehee was extremely cautious of you the whole time

               -/So/ many doctors appointments, so little time

               -The two of you were excited the moment you found out you were pregnant, but that is also exactly when Jaehee’s Anxiety™ kicked in

               -So you guys were going to an ultrasound appointment to check on your baby!

               -She had read too many articles and stories on the internet of false positives and now she was just extremely paranoid no matter how many times you’ve tried to calm her down and no matter how many positive pregnancy tests you’ve taken

               -“I know you’re nervous MC, but it’s okay, I am too!” She tried to calm you, though she was the one visibly nervous

               -Watching the monitor intensely, she noticed it looked /nothing/ like the ones she had researched online.

               -Oh no, what if something’s wrong? What if you’re in danger? What if-

               -“Congratulations! All of your babies seem to be happy and healthy!” “I-I’m sorry. All? Of our babies?”  

               -The minute the word “quadruplets” left the doctors mouth, Jaehee is practically sobbing- happy tears of course! After all of the stress you had been put over trying to get pregnant in the first place, now you were going to have not one, but FOUR of the precious angels!!



               -Probably the type to get one of those fancy 3D rendered ultrasounds


               -But he made a mistake. When the doctor pulled up the image it just looked like a monstrous… blob? What is this? Does his child actually like this?

               -Doesn’t hesitate to ask the doctor just what the fuck was up??? Are you pranking him??? Don’t do that????

               -The doctor is pointing out and explaining where the head, hands, and feet were- which he could see after some explanation!

               -But the doctor… kept pointing out more heads.. and hands… and feet…

               -“Are these just different angles? Is that what we’re seeing here?” “Um, no Mr. Han. You’re seeing all 4 of your children”

               -If you thought Jumin Han could be Cool Calm and Collected™ during this, you are wrong. Did his deep, silky voice raise about 6 octaves? Yes. Did it break like he was going through puberty? Also yes

               -There are four, count ‘em, FOUR babies for him to spoil!!! He can!!! Spoil them so much!!! And give them all the love and attention he’s wanted as a kid! Did he cry when he held you after this information? You can bet on it


               -He was already!!! Super excited to start a family with you!!!

               -So he was practically jumping up and down, ready to see his baBY!

               -He’s so extra, he had to carry you into the doctor’s office

               -“I am not letting the mother of my child so any sort of work, got it????”

               -If you try to protest, he gives you a kiss on the forehead and gets really serious with you, “MC. You’re the love of my life and you have brought me down to earth. Let me spoil you and our baby, alright?”

               -He was recording the ultrasound for everyone in the group chat because he is just!!! So excited!! To show the world his family!!!!

               -Zooming into the monitor, he giggles as the doctor points out a head… and another head… and another one…. and.. another one

               -The ending of the video is the view turning from the monitor to the ceiling as a loud thud can be heard as he hits the ground

               -You and the doctor have to pick him back up and fan him off since he fainted at the sight of four babies

               -That’s like!!! 2 sets of twins!!! MC!!! He would have been ecstatic for one child, but you’re giving him /four/??? /FOUR/ of them??? He never expected this kind of happiness and definitely not this big of a family, but he was so in love with each and every one of you!


               -You are his love and he is ready for a family!

               -He was a little afraid, of course, but all his fears were thrown out of the window the moment you kissed his cheek and told him about the ultrasound

               -Brought his camera to record the genuine reactions to the ultrasound!

               -Thought that your face would be the one that was video worthy, but he was w r o n g

               -Turned the camera to selfie mode to get the both of you in it and watched as the doctor turned on the monitor

               -Laughed at your  face once the cold gel was put on your stomach though, the light smack to this shoulder was worth it- you were so cute!

               -The smile on both of your faces was definitely screenshot worthy, he’d have to remember to do that later so he could print it out for the baby book!

               -But apparently he’d have to print… four of them…. He watched as the doctor pointed out all four babies were happy and healthy and his smile dropped to make room for the complete shock to take over his face

               -All you could do was laugh at the sudden change! You pulled him in for a kiss to snap him out of it

               -Four babies, he couldn’t believe it! MC, can you imagine the baby photos?? How amazing family portraits were going to be??? How much fun the photography trips were going to be from now on!!


               -The moment you told him he was going to be a father he panicked

               -Since then, he had gotten next to no sleep, and constantly had break downs

               -He couldn’t be a father?? What if he hurts the baby? It’s bad enough he’s terrified about hurting you!!

               -This… thing… is going to be tiny and depend on him for basic life things and he doesn’t know if he’s ready for it!!!

               -Cries many nights, telling you that he doesn’t deserve you nor a child and it just breaks your heart to pieces???

               -Maybe taking him to actually see his baby will help!

               -So you drag him along to the ultrasound. He just sits in silence and holds your hand the entire time because he’s terrified to let go

               -His eyes are practically glued shut when the doctor turns on the monitor. He isn’t ready. He doesn’t want to see. There’s going to be a human in there that is half you and half him. The half that comes from you is sure to be an angel but the half from him? Not as likely

               -One eye cracks open after words of encouragement from both you and the doctor, and on the screen he sees not one, but four little humans inside you. Tears pour out of his eyes without him even realizing it- he can’t look away from the screen

               -There were four babies, four of them! He didn’t think he deserved even /one/ but… the both of you were blessed with /four/ of them… maybe… maybe this was a sign? Maybe it was a sign that he truly was ready.. that someone, somewhere, thought that he could be a good father. With your help, he thought, maybe it was actually possible



🍟 Have you, a family member or friend ever thought, “it’s cheaper to feed myself [or my family] at a fast food restaurant than it is to cook a meal at home.” If so, you’re not alone. When it comes to eating habits, a couple of potential barriers to making positive changes are: 

1. I don’t have time 

2. I can’t afford it . 

🗒 Both are legitimate concerns. I’ve been trying to address the first topic by posting ideas for making healthy meals in a hurry, and I’ll post more of those over time. Today, however, I want to address the second matter. . 


👉 It can for sure, but it doesn’t have to. For example, you’ll definitely pay a premium for organic products, gluten-free options, free-range chicken, shopping at certain stores, and so forth. Now if those are things that are important to you and you find it worthwhile pay a little extra, I completely understand. . 

� � On the other hand, if you’re on a tight budget and you just want to make overall better choices, there are still lots of ways to make positive changes without putting a strain on your finances. .

🍽️ Here’s a sample meal that cost just over $2 per plate. That’s less than the cost of the average fast food value meal. Not that there’s anything wrong with enjoying a value meal from time to time, because there is absolutely room in an overall healthy diet for occasional fast food. . 

🍜 But I hope this helps to illustrate that home-cooked meals don’t have to cost a ton. Meals don’t need to be fancy, organic, expensive, or complicated to be a healthier choice. Small changes count for a lot. So if you’ve been holding off on making a positive change because you’re afraid you can’t afford it, I hope this helps. . 

🍫 As a side note, this plate cost less to make than the price of your average protein bar. Not that there’s anything wrong with protein bars either. (I appreciate the portability and convenience of bars, and adore Birthday Cake Oh Yeah! One bars.) Still, I thought it was interesting that something I’d usually think of as small and inexpensive, such as a bar, can actually cost more than a whole plate of food. 

Graying Skies

the series read as follows:

SupermanMondayCheezy PouffsBaconStumblingTrail Mix …  PunchFridayPreparationUncle MudlerNormalBackseatMudler-senseThe FBIUnthinkablePatienceElephant JokesCooking Rickety TablesMr. SkimmerBert and ErnieMidnight ConfessionsThe Moon … Bright Sunshine

a/n:  for anyone new joining the fray, I wrote a series starting last fictober called ‘Life’ (here’s the last in that series but they’re all listed) … then I finished it … and continued with ‘Life, part 2′ and that’s listed above … you might want to read those first :)

@today-in-fic @fictober


Skinner showed up early, beating the impossibly always on-time Dave by at least 20 minutes. The look on his face did not convey happy tidings and the pair stopped him before he could leave the entryway, “what happened?”

And not about to mince words, “we found plans for other potential sites.”

Mulder, already antsy to touch her, reached for Scully’s back, winding fingers in her loose materialled shirt, denying skin to skin but feeling the anchor point more necessary than air, “where? When?”

“Air and Space, Natural History, Archives, Vietnam Wall. From the looks of them, they were still in the planning stages, no set dates were determined.”

Scully, wanting more than her anchor point polyester, fumbled behind her until she found the side pocket of his shorts, hooking her thumb on it, completing the circle, “Dave works at Air and Space.”

A few seconds of heavy silence hung then Skinner gave her a grave look, “tell him to take a few more days off.”

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Healthy Breakfast on a Budget

Those of us who live and are one the lower end of the income spectrum know eating healthy can be incredibly difficult. I do my best to feed my family of 7 on about $100 a week, and most of the time I’m successful. (Sometimes I do go over a little out of necessity.)

One way I’ve learned to cut costs is to find cheap healthy food that I can rotate through during the week. You don’t need to eat crepes or fancy omlettes or fresh berry smoothies in the morning to eat with good nutrition. So, here are some simple breakfasts I rotate through with my kids that are healthy and cheap:

Breakfast 1: 
Oatmeal with berries
2 strips turkey bacon

Breakfast 2:
2 hard boiled eggs
1 slice whole wheat toast

Breakfast 3: 
2 scrambled eggs
oatmeal with banana slices

Grocery list:
Great Value old fashioned oats: $1.60
Frozen berries (12 oz): $3.90
Oscar Meyer turkey bacon: $3
18 eggs GV brand: $2.50
Whole Wheat bread: $2

TOTAL: $14.30 (with estimated tax around 10%)

Okay, so I know $14 seems like a lot here, but it really isn’t when you break it down. The old fashioned oats will give you 13 servings. If you are using oatmeal 4 times a week, that container will give you roughly 4 weeks of breakfast. FOR $1.60!! (There are certified gluten free oats available for around $3 too, if you need to be gluten free.)

The frozen berries will also give you up to 12 servings (three weeks if you eat it with your oatmeal, because let’s face it, OATMEAL IS DISGUSTING PLAIN).

The turkey bacon will not only give you two strips 2-3 times a week, but you can use it with other meals. (BLTs anyone??? You’ve got everything but lettuce and tomatoes and those will only be another $4 and they’ll last more than one meal too!)

And the 18 eggs? If you eat two eggs once a day you’ll get 9 days of meals with these. 

And if you only have $15 to your name? You can eat these for EVERY meal and you’re good for at least a week. You don’t need to buy more than you will actually eat. It will help curb binge eating, you’ll have everything you need, and it will help lower the waste of food (seriously, how much food do you think goes bad sitting on the grocery store shelves??).

I know eating healthy when you don’t have money for a lot can be intimidating, but I promise its not impossible. I hope this helps anyone looking for some help!

*Please keep in mind this is for one person. You can figure out servings for bigger families and the cost will adjust a little bit. Make sure you’re feeding your children properly and not giving them a ton more calories than they need and you’ll be able to help combat childhood obesity too. If you live in a fresh food desert check out canned food! Low sodium and “packed in water” options are available and can be as beneficial as fresh fruits. I personally LOVE canned peaches. (: 

Female hair loss

Male hair loss is discussed in the media far more frequently than female hair loss. They are both pretty traumatic, but for some reason female hair loss is forgotten about. I personally have struggled with rapid hair loss over the span of a year or so and have gotten professional treatment and advice, so I feel I’m pretty qualified to give my own advice!

1. Diet, make sure you’re getting enough nutrients (especially iron, that is a big one for healthy hair)

2. Silica treatment, it comes in tablets and gel form (you mix it in water and drink) and will DRAMATICALLY change your hair (and nail!!) strength and thickness, and grow lots lots more.

3. Use really good hair products and use them in the correct way but also the best way for you. Obviously not everyone is in a position to buy super fancy expensive hair products, but try and make sure they have keratin in them, but without silicone. Try doing a hair mask every week (I do one every time I wash my hair and my hair is so silky).

4. Heat. I know its hard, but really try not to use heat products on your hair, this makes a huge difference. Make sure if you really need to use heat to use a good heat protectant product, but the thing is, most of them do not work at all. To test if your heat protectant works spray it on your wrist and then blow dry your wrist. Does it hurt? Well then it doesn’t work.

5. For the love of all that is holy, DO NOT USE HAIRSPRAY EVER OH JESUS. It’s not the hairspray that does that damage, its the getting rid of it that does, no matter how you do it it’s detrimental to your hairs health. Try using a dry shampoo or something lighter for volume.

6. If you’re going through a period of extreme hair loss you may deal with mental health/self esteem problems. For me its been about a year and a half since I started rapidly losing my hair, and most of its grown back but will never be the same. It sucks I know. For me the thing that gave me back my confidence hair wise were extensions and this magical thing called hair luxe. Hair luxe is basically makeup for your hair, it attaches to the hair folicles and beefs up every single strand of hair, its honestly life changing.

anonymous asked:

Hey. I want to be skinny and I don't know how to start. Can you help with tips. I'm fat. I'm 5'0 . My goal weight is 100 I currently weigh 150. I go for walks everyday and feel heavy when I run.

The best way to loose weight is to change your eating habits in a healthy way:
• Eat more fruit and veg.
• Drink lots of water and green tea. Cut out sugary drinks such as pop, energy drinks, fancy coffees with cream and sugar. These all have unnecessary calories and are so bad for you.
• Cut down on chocolate/sweets/cakes etc. You don’t have to give them all up but try healthier treats instead such as dates, rice cakes, nuts, fruit, hummus etc.
• If you eat meat consider going vegetarian or vegan, or at least cut down on your red meat and cheese intake.
• Grains, pulses and legumes are important because they fill you up, have tons of protein and are packed with fibre which keeps your digestive system moving.

Exercise is also important, especially if you’re planning to loose a lot of weight because it will help to tone any loose skin:
• Walking is so good for you even if it doesn’t feel like much. Get yourself a step counter app and try to do the recommended amount of 10,000 a day.
• Stretching and yoga are lighter exercises than running and you can modify your routine to suit you by finding online videos.
• Swimming is so good for you because it works out every muscle in your body.
• Slowly increase your exercise each day. For example, even a 5 minute run counts as something and eventually you’ll be able to work up to 10 then 20 then 30 minutes.

Hope this helps, if you have any other questions please let me know! Good luck, stay safe 💕

title: three for the price of one
summary: after getting to know each other online, Dan and Phil spend a promising first date until Phil gets a phone call and leaves in a hurry. Dan finds his wallet and decides to drop it off at Phil’s place the next morning, hoping for an explanation. However, he ends up getting a lot more than he bargained for…
genre: fluff with a tad of angst
warnings: alcohol mention, minor character death mention, and like two swears
words: ~ 7.6k (wow ok)
beta: the wonderful @femtastico
excerpt: When the song fades into a slow-paced one, Phil’s arm slips down from his shoulder and snakes around his waist, and Dan gently pulls him closer until the other man’s chin rests on his shoulder. They sway on the spot, engulfed in each other’s presence like a small bubble in a sea of people. The butterflies in Dan’s stomach have doubled and are swirling uncontrollably.
“Hi there, again,” Phil whispers, and Dan runs his hands up his torso, feeling the blue-eyed shiver under his touch. “Hi.”

a/n: this is roughly based on one of my all-time favourite movies “the holiday” with cameron diaz and jude law that you should totally watch if you haven’t already bc it’s super lovely (no i’m not late for halloween shh)

soo ur still good 4 tonight?
Dan taps away at his laptop nervously, waiting for the reply that comes seconds later.
- I am indeed. x] Why, are you having second thoughts?
He exhales, a smile forming on his face automatically. Phil has got a way of combining perfect grammar with strange emojis that makes Dan’s stomach flip over in the most pleasant way. And thinking about the effect Phil will have on him when they’re face to face for the first time in a couple of hours does absolutely nothing to calm his nerves.
Nah just making sure haha :D, he types and hits send, ignoring the fact that he is nowhere near as relaxed as the casual “nah“ suggests.
Phil just sends a in response and Dan promptly chokes on his own saliva, hurrying to replicate the symbol, accidentally adding a second 3 to the heart. Hopefully Phil won’t think he’s overly eager. Although he is, but Phil doesn’t need to know that.
- Can’t wait to see you, but you will have to let me leave now if you want me to be on time! ^-^
k, see u in 3 hours!
- :)

Dan stares at the smiley face for a good half minute, his own face mirroring the expression, before he pulls himself together and logs out of the dating website.
„Right, time to choose an outfit.“
He turns around to critically behold the assortment of clothes that are spread out across his bed. His two favorite pairs of black skinny jeans, four different black t-shirts, one button-down (black) and two jackets (both black as well). At least the colour won’t be a problem, he thinks chuckling to himself, and gets up from his desk chair.

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thisbirdhadflown  asked:

Hartwin, "actually, I just miss you."

This ended up … way more bittersweet than I’d planned when I started. Also, so much dialogue omg. Sorry?

The weather was annoyingly warm and bright, the birds disgustingly cheerful as Eggsy knelt on the loose dirt over Harry’s grave. It was empty; despite checking every hospital and morgue in the greater Paducah, Kentucky area after V-Day, Merlin had been unable to recover the body. Like as not, it had been buried with countless other victims of the massacre.

“Hey, Harry,” Eggsy began, setting the little gold butterfly cufflinks he’d brought on top of the stone. They were gaudy as shit, but Eggsy would bet Harry would’ve loved them. “Mum’s finally finished movin’ everything outta the estate. She loves the new flat Merlin found for her. S’got a great school nearby, too, when Daisy’s old enough to go. An’ she’s got her own room. Already filled to the brim with toys an’ shit.

“I’ve got your old place. Christ, you had the place booby-trapped enough, didn’t you? Lucky I noticed the holes in the walls or I’d be dead from those darts you got in the hallway. Fuckin’ paranoid, mate.

“I didn’t change anythin’, though, not really. New sheets on the bed, but … left Mr. Pickle in the toilet, an’ all the dead shit on the walls. Fuckin’ freak,” he added with a wry smile.

“It’s weird, bein’ Galahad. I sort of fancied we’d go out an’ save the world together. Like, I dunno, like partners or sommat. Christ, that’s dumb, innit. You’d be off savin’ the world an’ I’d’ve ended up doin’ the shit missions nobody else wanted at first, I bet.” He fell silent for a moment, a little unsure how to do this.

“The weather’s been weird lately. Rather think Valentine was on the right track. I mean, weren’t the way I’d’ve sorted out global warmin’ but I guess it was better than ignorin’ it an’ all.

“Oh, an’ Merlin’s drinkin’ more coffee than I think’s healthy. I bet you used to keep ‘im from doin’ that too often, yeah? You was best mates, near as I can tell from how he talks about you.

“Feel like a fuckin’ fool, talkin’ to dead space like this. Been wonderin’ lately if maybe my dad’s somewhere around ‘ere, too, but I ain’t got the guts to ask, nor am I sure I wanna know the answer. Hardly remember him anyway, come down to it. Just bits an’ pieces an’ stories from Mum. I like to think he’d be proud of me. Merlin said you’d’ve been proud.

“I hope he’s right.” Eggsy sighed, fingers tracing the impersonally chiselled letters on the stone face, still too new to even have lost the sharp edges.

Henry Charles Hart

9 January 1961 – 22 June 2014

“I bet you’d hate this fuckin’ stone if you was here to see it. S’cold. Traditional. Nothin’ like you. Not that the other agents aren’t great, but they’re distant. Toffs, though they’d never let on that they don’t like me.

“Actually, Harry … I just miss you. A lot. You never made me feel like less because o’ who I am. You were patient an’ treated me like a person, not a dumb kid rackin’ up ASBOs.

“I sort of think, maybe, if you’d stuck around an’ we’d sorted this together, I think maybe I’d’ve fallen in love with you. Christ, that’s stupid. Like you’d’ve ever liked someone like me.

“It’s only been six months without you.

“I dunno how to live a life like this.

“Come back, Harry. Please.”

“Birthday Girl” - a Seventeen Scenario

author: Mod M

pairing: Vernon x reader

rating: K+

contains: fluff, romance, humor


“Should I ring the doorbell now? Would she be up? I don’t know if I should wake her up or not… I don’t want her mad on her birthday… but she’s so cute when she’s mad…”

It was bright and early on a very special day, your birthday in fact, and unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend Hansol was waiting outside your house, nervously mumbling to himself about if he should knock or wait a little longer to see if you were up. 

You were cozily snuggled in your blankets, peacefully dreaming of balloons and birthday cake, when the phone beside your bed rang and woke you from your slumber. The muffled sound of Hansol’s singing—your choice of ringtone—made you lift your head from your soft pillow and blindly reach over for your phone, the bright light filtering through the blinds on your window causing you to squint.

You brought the phone to your ear and mumbled, “’lo? who dis?”

“It’s Hansol! Happy Birthday! Oh man, did I wake you up? Ah, i’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t murder me.”

You chuckled and rubbed your eyes, feeling yourself slowly coming back to life by the power of his voice. “Nah, it’s okay.” You glanced at your bedroom clock. “But don’t you think 7:49 is a little early to be waking up the birthday girl?”

“Well I was going to ring the doorbell at 7:30 but—”

“Wait, what do you mean, ‘ring the doorbell’? Are you standing in front of my house?!”

“Um… yes?”

Leaping from your bed, you charged down the hall and threw open your front door to indeed find Hansol himself standing on your porch, holding his phone one hand and a plastic bag in the other, looking at you in surprise. You could tell he had put extra time into his appearence this morning, judging by his flannel shirt, the one you always said was your favorite, and his gelled hair. You smiled, knowing he wanted to look nice for your birthday.

His surprise turned to a flustered sort of confusion, a blush creeping up his neck, and he focused his eyes on the floor. “Um, babe? Where are your… pants?”

You blinked at him. “Huh?” Glancing down, you suddenly understood his embarrassment. In your haste, you had neglected to properly clothe yourself and thus were standing in front of him in nothing but a large t-shirt (his, in fact, because you had a habit of stealing his clothes) and your panties.

Your own cheeks pinkened and you awkwardly pulled at the shirt’s hem, trying to cover as much as you could. “Uh, sorry, I didn’t realize… um, why don’t you come inside and I’ll get dressed?”

He shuffled in after you, trying to keep his eyes off your bare legs, but you noticed (with some satisfaction) him sneaking a few quick glances. As you returned to your room and found a pair of jeans to wiggle into, you heard him bumbling about the kitchen, muttering to himself about how you should show off your legs more often. When you returned to him, you found your kitchen table set and a plate of french toast on the table. 

He sat in the other chair, leaning back with his fingers laced behind his head, looking pretty pleased with himself.

You laughed and shook your head, taking your seat. “French toast, huh?”

He grinned. “I picked up some from a diner on the way over. It’s not as good as my mom’s, but it’s still pretty awesome. My girl needs to start the best day of her life off right.”

You raised an eyebrow. “The best day of my life, huh? Those are some pretty high hopes, Hansol.”

“You just wait. It’ll be the best day of your life.”

Taking a bite of your french toast, the sweet taste of powdered sugar and maple syrup hitting our tongue, you smiled and let yourself enjoy the moment. Hansol watched you, resting his check against his hands, his elbows propped against the table, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile when you blushed under his gaze.

After you had finished your breakfast, you began to stand, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his lap. You squeaked in surprise, taken aback by his forwardness. He smirked and licked his thumb, bringing it up to your face to wipe away a smudge of sugar on the edge of your lip.

“You got a lil something on your face,” he murmured in your ear.

“Agh, cheesy much?” you pushed him away, trying to fight the grin threatening to split your face in two. He laughed and ruffled your hair, standing up and forcing you to stand as well.

“So are you ready to go?”

Your grin froze. “Go where?”

“To do whatever you want, of course. I had a lil something special planned for tonight, but otherwise it’s up to you.”

Your eyes bugged. “I can’t go now! I literally woke up ten minutes ago! I’m basically in my pajamas, my hair is a mess, I need to shower, and I’m not even wearing shoes.”

He blinked at you. “But you look cute.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, I don’t think the rest of the city will agree with you. Just give me fifteen minutes, okay?”

He shrugged, leaving you to scramble to get yourself together. Your first priority was a shower, to wash the smell of bedhead and sweat out of your hair and freshen up a bit. The warm water helped get your blood moving and your skin tingling, and you were out and drying off in a matter of minutes. You wandered into your bedroom, a towel wrapped around you and water droplets dripping from the ends of your hair, mentally selecting your outfit for the day, when you stopped short, seeing Hansol casually lounging on your bed, looking at his phone.

“Hansol! Get out!” You yelled, clutching the towel tighter around your chest. 

“Huh?” He looked up in bewilderment, his eyes widening when he saw your lack of clothes. “Ahhhh sorry sorry!” He slapped a hand over his eyes and rushed out of your room, his cheeks aflame. When he left and the door was securely shut, your agitation turned to amusement.

Wow, two sneak peeks and it’s barely 8 AM. Who’s really having the best day ever? You chuckled to yourself as you pulled on your clothes and combed out your hair. After a quick dab of lip balm (vanilla flavored, Hansol’s favorite) and some winged eyeliner because you were feeling fierce, you immerged from your room, ready to go.

Hansol stood waiting outside, looking sheepish. “Sorry about that, babe.”

You smacked him playfully on the shoulder and made way for the door. “Don’t act so apologetic. You know you liked it.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “I can’t help it that my baby looks amazing and I’m just admiring the view.”

“Alright, that’s enough. Are we going to go or not?”

He opened the front door and motioned for you to take the lead. “After you.”


“I think I want Chocolate Swirl or Cotton Candy but I’m not sure.”

“Why don’t you get both? You’re not the one paying.”

“Because maybe ONE of us is trying to watch our weight.”

“But you are perfect just the way you are!”

“Even if I put on 100 pounds?”

“…well i want you to be healthy.”

You laughed and returned to pressing your nose against the glass over the tubs of ice-cream, unable to decide. Your day so far had been lovely. You had gone to the mall and spent hours running around, trying on whatever struck your fancy (Hansol couldn’t afford much but he insisted on buying you a cute red bandana that matched his) and playing hide and seek in the clothing racks. You then went to the local park and had wandered around admiring the duck ponds and blossoms in bloom, holding hands and having him serenade you, making up silly raps about how you were more beautiful than any flower and cuter than any duck.

When you walked past an icecream shop, you had tugged at him, begging for a sweet treat before dinner, and he gave in. The cool air kissed your skin when you walked inside and the delectable scent of dairy confections made your mouth water. 

After finally opting for a fudge sundae with extra whipped cream and a cherry on top, you and Hansol strolled down the sidewalk, the sizzling afternoon sunshine filling you with a pleasant warmth and making the tip of your vanilla icecream get drippy. 

You dipped your spoon into the heavenly treat and took a bite, letting out a sigh of bliss. “This has got to be the best ice-cream sundae I’ve ever had.” You popped the cherry in your mouth, twirling the stem around with your tongue, trying to tie it in a knot but failing.

Hansol’s lips curled in a mischievous smirk. “Can I have a taste?”

You waved your spoon at him. “Fine, just a little nibble, but only because you paid for it–”

The words died in your mouth when he tipped your chin up to press his lips to your own. For a moment, you were frozen in shock, but like the icecream in your hand, you melted under his touch, your eyelids fluttering close and your hand reaching up to stroke his cheek. His tongue ran along your bottom lip, and before you knew it, the cherry stem in your mouth was gone. 

When you broke apart, his eyes were twinkling. “You’re right, that tasted great.” Then he stuck his tongue out, revealing the stem tied in a perfect knot.

You punched his shoulder. “Hey! That’s not fair.”

“What, that I can tie a cherry stem with my tongue? You know what they say…”

“You’re being particularly cheeky today, Hansol.”

He winked. “You know you love it.”

Of course you did. But you would never say that. You stayed silent, opting for another bite of your icecream. 

A few hours later, you found yourself back at your house, sprawled out on your couch with one hand intertwined with Hansol’s and the tv remote in the other. Your head rested against Hansol’s chest, and he dangled a slice of pizza over your open mouth, feeding it to you. Some korean drama was playing on the tv, but you were too busy focusing on the gooey cheese above your lips to watch it.

“The pizza is amazing,” you said with your mouth full, closing your eyes and tasting heaven.

“We need to go to that pizza place on our next date.”

“Ooh, already planning more dates? I don’t know, I can only take so much of you.”

He made a face of mock offense. “Hey, dating me should be a privilege.”

“Just like kidney function?”

He cringed. “I thought we swore to never speak of that again.”

You squeezed his hand. “Sorry, it just slipped out. But you were so cute as a kid.”

He frowned and took a bite of the pizza he was feeding you, much to your disappointment. “Hey! I wasn’t finished with that!”

He dangled it slightly higher above your head, making you crain your neck trying to get a bite. “Mm, if you want it, you’ll just have to get it yourself.”

You shifted in your seat, reaching out and trying to snatch it from him, to no avail. Determined to get your pizza, you pushed Hansol into the couch, straddling him and bringing your face incredibly close to your own. You could see him gulp, his thoughts no longer on pizza. “Uh, b-babe?”

You smirked. Before he could blink, you grabbed the pizza slice out of his hand and stuffed it in your mouth in triumph. “Haha!” You swallowed and stuck your tongue out at him, to prove you had won.

But he didn’t care. He grabbed your hips and pulled you forward, bringing his lips to your own. His kiss was hungry and passionate, leaving you breathless and seeing stars. When you broke apart, your eyes searching his, he smiled. “That was better than pizza.”

You turned around to hide your blush, snuggling into his lap to watch the tv screen. He was such a cheese ball.

After a few minutes of silence, him stroking your hair and your fingers laced with his own, he whispered in your ear, “Well? Was today the best day of your life?” His eyes sparkled, waiting expectantly to hear your response. 

You rested your head on his shoulder and thought for a moment. You felt so at peace and happy. it had truly been a wonderful day. “Today was amazing and perfect and I couldn’t ask for a better birthday, but… it wasn’t the best day of my life.”

His face fell. “Oh… okay. What was the best day of your life then?”

You smiled and pressed your lips to his cheek. “Meeting you.”

His cheeks turned red and he hugged you close. “I love you too, birthday girl.”


For my a special friend of mine’s birthday ;) did you like it? i’m sorry i couldn’t shower you in presents that you so rightly deserve. 

~Mod M

anonymous asked:

I love wicca and I follow it whole heartedly but I feel as tho I am a bad witch. I don’t have an altar or much money to spend on crystals and things, I also don’t know any witches in my area whom could guide me. What do I do to try and become a better Witch - Glitter ✨

Trust me, you’re not a bad witch at all! Little secret here, I don’t have an altar, and I’ve only got a few crystals, I also don’t have the money to spend on witchcraft stuff. What it looks like on the outside matters way less than what’s on the inside! If you are devoted, practice in the right way for you, and enjoy it, you’re just fine. Look into subjects that don’t need tons of supplies and fancy stuff like energy work, kitchen and green witchcraft, spirit work, and pocket altars. Meditation is also free, and will always help your craft and is healthy. Your craft is yours, and it doesn’t need to be any aesthetic or pretty or stylish to make it real, important, and magical. Just keep your heart in the right place! Happy Journeys!

Voltron Cooking Headcanons

I told you guys I have a lot of food headcanons.

  • Shiro only knows how to make ramen and boxed mac & cheese. He tries to eat healthy but no matter how hard he tries he can only prepare instant food. Help him.
  • Lance might not be able to cook up anything super fancy, but he grew up helping his family in the kitchen and damn if he can’t prepare some good cuban dishes.
  • Pidge lives off of takeout, coffee, and energy drinks. She does eats real food at the spacefam’s insistence but if she had it her way it’d be pizza hut for life.
  • Keith takes after Shiro despite Lance’s consistent offers to teach him how to cook. He especially enjoys black coffee and ramen for dinner. Rip in pieces Keith.
  • Hunk is a gift to this world. We don’t deserve him. He can learn to cook absolutely everything and takes every chance to learn about space cuisine. When the others are feeling homesick, he cooks up something that reminds them of home. Most days, he prepares meals he had as a kid in Samoa.
  • Allura doesn’t know too much about cooking, but she always enjoys watching the others work. Sometimes she even jumps in to help or tell them about the food on Altea.
  • Coran tries his best. Everyone appreciates him for it.

anonymous asked:

Looking at Mark's (Got7) placements, how do you think he'd go about trying to get the attention of someone he fancies? I wonder if he'd prefer someone with strong water placements to balance him out. Or maybe theyd bore him idk lol

Hi anon! I think the person having water somehwere would actually be nice because the guy can be too agitated and emotional in a bad way - as in having to deal with bad feelings like rage that he can’t control since his Sun combust Mercury in Virgo is bringing him great denial… So someone with healthy water signs that are making them observant, eager to make him open up and overall caring (also patient lol) can be great for this guy. The thing with Mark is that I think he’s genuinely nice but has so many unresolved feelings that he does not deal with at all that he might act emotionally unavailable sometimes, so the person has to have some kind of spark, per say… To actually attract him and make him wanna make a move. So water placements alone won’t immediately attract him that way, but it’s likely that it’s what will make him want to stay in the long run.

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anonymous asked:

If you go search Harry's latest pics w fans in LA he's wearing vans, baggy trousers and a tote bag from a healthy food's store, and that screams Camille's style doesn't it? And it's sort of cute because he's never been into that skater boy look, so I'm assuming she must have influenced him hah. That's also the style she fancies the most on guys, isnt it? I think she has said it on a interview

I don’t think she influenced him to dress himself that way. She’s said that she prefers skater boys over surfer boys in the quick fire questions segment in that Vogue UK’s wardrobe video but I doubt that stereotype extends to style as well. She has said before that she loves men in corduroy pants and clearly has a thing for men in rock n roll band from 60s-80s era. If anything, Harry’s old style fits well with what she likes to see guys in.

Now or Never (Bias x Reader) Epilogue

Year and a half later

Kara is bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement. You’re excited, but you’re keeping it in as best as you can. One of you has to. 

It’s been almost two years since you’ve seen him. You’ve kept in touch as promised, learning more about each other. You felt as if you both would grow apart, instead you were his place of honesty and refuge without him having to fear his own vulnerability.

The distance and constant talking to each other formed an emotional connection that went deeper than physical. Both of you tried seeing other people, but he was more cautious. Not as carefree as he was with you, which turned off a lot of women. A few were successful, but as soon as he went on We Got Married the girl couldn’t handle it. You on the other hand avoided that show altogether. 

You had great potential relationships, but they didn’t last very long because the last person you went to sleep talking to wasn’t them. You tried distancing yourself from him, figuring it was delusional to still feel something. You both tried cutting down your time of interaction, but as the days and weeks went on, one of you would always cave in. 

Now you’re back in Korea about to see him. You’ve both changed since your last meeting, matured in a way. Kara already has plans. As soon as you’re out of the airport she hops into a taxi, managing a quick goodbye before taking off. She’s seen other people, but cut them all off once she planned to come back. Their relationship was one of a kind. 

As you drive to the destination he picked out, you resist telling the taxi driver to hurry up. Your stomach is fluttering and you can’t stop biting your lip. 

You get a text from him. It’s a picture of him looking bored, wondering where you are. The taxi drops you off close to B/N’s destination. You wonder if you’ll run into his arms Dear John style, when she runs out of the airport and finally sees him. Will he spin you around or try to be nonchalant about the whole thing?

But when you get closer, you recognize the bench. It’s the same one near the restaurant. The place where you and B/N technically broke up. And on that bench is someone you almost didn’t recognize. 

You pause, feeling nervous all of a sudden. He hasn’t seen you yet. You’re also not quite sure how you look. Has the humidity completely destroyed your hair? You want to rush somewhere to check but you only have your phone and you can’t even check that because he sees you. 

You release a breath and start walking towards him, gripping your bag tightly. He’s gotten to his feet, slowly walking towards you. When you finally reach him, you can only stare at each other.

“Why here? Won’t someone recognize you?” This wasn’t the first thing you’d imagine yourself saying after all this time.

“We’re not staying, but it was a good place to pick you up,” 

You nod, looking around at everything else but him, “Y/N,” he says your name playfully, fully aware of your nervousness, “Please look at me,” 

You oblige him, looking at the face you haven’t seen in so long. He tips your chin with a smile as he takes your suitcase from you, careful not to show too much physical affection incase someone is actually watching. 

He puts your bag in the trunk, opening the door for you. Still a gentleman. When you both sit in the car, neither of you do anything. Your breathing is the only sound you can hear. He’s tapping the steering wheel as you stare at your hands. You bet Kara’s reunion is more electrifying. 

“Your hair got longer,” he notices. 

“So did yours,” 

Amazing. You both couldn’t stop talking through technology but face to face you could barely look at each other. You reach for his hand, the same time he happens to reach for yours. He slips his fingers between them before bringing your hand to his lips. 

“Nothing’s changed,” he whispers and you sigh. You’re not sure what it is about the statement but your throat tightens. To know that he still has feelings for you, or the fact that they never left. You finally look at him, realizing he’s been watching you the entire time. 

He cups your cheek and you lean into him, his palm warm. You kiss him, missing the feel of his lips, the softness of his skin. He shows you how much he’s missed you. 

“It was never easy kissing in the car, remember?” 

You smile, “Or hugging,” 

He sits back, starting the car. You’re not sure where he’s taking you, but it doesn’t really matter. You’re holding his hand when he releases it, hand on your thigh. 

“Still not over my thighs? Don’t you have your own?” 

He shakes his head, “I like yours. They got thicker. And before you snap at me, it’s a good thing,” he squeezes it, getting a better grip, “A very good thing,” The sight of him driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on you makes you feel good inside for some reason.

You’re fingers are trailing up and down his forearm affectionately, “Some hold hands as they drive, you…not to much,” You can’t even deny that you like the way it feels. 

The place he takes you isn’t somewhere you’ve been before. You figured it would’ve been that same field to look at the stars, instead you arrive at a small village by the country side. He takes you to a small restaurant with a pleasant mountain view.

“It’s not extravagant, I know. But we haven’t been able to eat somewhere together, and I figure here would be safer,”

“Beats a fancy restaurant with barely any food on the plate,”

You’ve missed food like this, actual healthy food that used more than two spices. It’s a small table so both your feet are touching from where he sits across from you. There’s no table cloth, so when your foot starts to go up his leg as he eats, he pats yours for you to behave yourself. You don’t, of course. 

When dinner is over, you both go for a walk. His arm is around your shoulder, you hand holding onto his. 

“You missed me?” he asks. 

“Eh, not that much,” 

He slides his arm from your shoulders to your waist, “Tell that to the thousand plus text messages I receive a week,” 

“Oh, dare I bring up the time you called me drunk saying, ‘I miss you so much, Y/N. I miss you I miss you I miss you.’ Keep going, I got receipts,” 

That shuts him up, “That explains why my bill gets so high randomly. I didn’t know I called you drunk,”  

You’ve never bothered to mention it. You’d call one of his members to make sure he wasn’t alone as he spoke half nonsense to you, from bad traffic to how much he didn’t want you to go on a date with someone else.

“What else have I said?” he asks.

“You know how people are when they’re drunk. Unintentionally honest,” 

He stops walking and faces you, “Was I being an ass again? Or was it something specific?”

You shrug, “You’ve said a lot of things,” 

“Like what? How I feel about you or…?”

“What are you asking me?” Because you know very well what he’s asking you.

He pauses before shaking his head and you wonder if he remembers, “Never mind,” He’s about to say something when he gets a call from his manager which results in him looking very nervous, “They saw us again,” he tells you, “They have pictures of your face now. I’m so sorry,” 

You immediately search online seeing photos of you both from today. That was fast, “We were careful. I didn’t see anyone,” 

“The restaurant,” 

You’re looking at the pictures and you can’t help it. You both look great together. But the paparazzi has somehow caught the perfect moment of B/N smiling at you and the look of adoration in your eyes. Good luck saying this isn’t what it seems.

“Say I’m your dance instructor. English teacher or something. Remember what you’re manager said. Think about the group,”

He shakes his head, going back to the previous conversation instead, “What did I say to you?”

You’re unsure if you even want to mention it, preferring him to say it when he was ready and coherent. Or perhaps he’s been ready and wasn’t sure if you were, “You said that you loved me,” his eyes go wide and you wonder if he even meant what he had said, “You’ve said it numerous times. But I thought nothing of it because when you’re drunk you sometimes say things that you don’t mean. Didn’t see the point of bringing it up,”

“No, when you’re drunk you say everything that you mean,” His hand is still holding yours, his gaze unwavering, “I meant it. I do love you,”

You squeeze his hand with a smile to mask how fast your heart’s racing, “I know,”

He scoffs, crossing his arms, “’I know’? That’s it? I pour my heart out to you and that’s all I get?”

You take his arm, “Why should I tell you what you already know?”

He’s blushing and to hide his smile, he hugs you, holding your head against his chest, “I just want to hear it,”

You look at him, wanting him to see your face as you say it, “I love you,” 

He can’t stop smiling, “I won’t say it too much, don’t want you to get tired of hearing it,” 

You hold him close, feeling his heart beat against your own, “You can tell me as much as you want,” 

And that is it for Now or Never, thank you for reading guys ^-^

anonymous asked:

Can you do first kisses with Got7 too pls? (^o^) thank you in advance!


i swear… you all are just tryna kill me with all this kissing talk and such 😘


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Paper Bars

Hi guys! Sorry for the massive wait for this but here it is! Go Get Your Hart 3! This one is actually a prequel to GGYH from Maya’s POV, and it basically just shows us her life and stuff, as well as examines Maya’s feelings about Lucas!

You want a fic where Maya likes Lucas first? This is it! 

I try to rationalize why Miss Maya ‘if I liked a guy I would take him by the face and tell him straight’ wouldn’t tell Lucas how she felt as best as I can, and I hope I pulled it off and the you enjoy the chapter and all that jazz! :)

Okay, now on to the summary!

In which everybody in Maya’s life knows that she’s in love with Lucas and no one is subtle about it at all, ever.

You ready for this? Que space jam!



30 Days to Huckleberry Weekend

“How long have you been here?”

Maya startles, blinking up from the canvas in front of her dazedly as she turns towards the voice that addressed her. Fletcher is staring at her with a raised brow, looking at her from the paint smudges on her cheeks down to the splatters on her bare toes. Maya opens her mouth to reply his question only to realize that she doesn’t actually know the answer.


Maya blows out a long breath as she thinks, stirring the blonde hairs around her face that have escaped from her haphazard bun.

“When was the last time we hung out?” Maya asks and Fletcher’s eyebrows raise up into his hairline.

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anonymous asked:

Could write something for kbtbb cheating and try to winning her back but she said she can't trust them anymore even if their together she'll never trust them again, she's really heartless to them because she is hurt after that and they try everything to get her back and talking to her maybe a good end and a bad end, please? I really love your stories.

AHHHH my heart! (I will do a Eisuke one)
I will do a good ending.

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*Y’all, I read the ask wrong. So I wrote it as you wearing the shirt and what happens as a result…*

N: He’s in his basement turned dance studio working on some choreography. He’s been at it for hours, the sweat glistening off his forehead and his shirt damp. He’s in mid-move when he sees your reflection in the mirror, walking behind him with a tray of healthy snacks and electrolyte replenishing fluids (Dearly: Cheezy’s fancy way of saying Gatorade). It’s not the banana or the drink that pulls him toward you, but his light blue, button-down flannel that covers only a little of your no bottom wearing upper thighs. He moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I think I can take a break. I do need some more inspiration.” 

Leo: He’s outside in the backyard playing fetch with your puppy. A puppy he gifted to you on your last anniversary. After a few more tosses and returns, he spots you standing between the sliding door in one of his favorite sweaters, the sleeves falling past your fingertips just like when he wears them. He can’t hide the smirk forming on his lips while the puppy brings you the ball instead. This prompts you to throw the ball at Leo before mouthing ‘good catch’ and walking away. Without hesitation, he follows. “Hey, buddy. Play time is over.” 

Ken: He’s in his game room eating candy and playing video games because he hasn’t had time to himself in so long. You trot into the room before plopping down next to him on the couch, scooting your way underneath his arm. “Argh! Don’t move my ar-ARGHHHH! The zombies are all on my ass! Run, run, run, dodge, dodge, dodge!” *Level complete* He turns to you to fuss about almost losing the level when his eye catches his favorite Chopper tee on your body before enveloping you into a hug. “I guess all I needed to pass the level was your presence.”

Ravi: He’s working on music as always, hours passing without food or drink. You saunter down to his lyrical lair with his favorite plaid, button down shirt on with your bottoms a no show. You catch him off guard, but upon seeing your shirt he pulls you into his lap before nuzzling his face into your neck. “You didn’t bring me a sandwich?” (Dearly: LOLOLOLOL I CAN’T BREATHE) You fake struggle out of his grasp before he pulls you back down. “Just kidding, listen to what I just made.” 

HongBin: He’s in his dark room making his handy camera work come alive. You gently knock on the door before slipping in making sure not to let in too much light. You hand him a film that needs developing before sauntering to the corner as he gives you what you think is a puzzled glance. After much time and conversation, your photo is finished and his perfect lips crack a smile as he admires your selfie taking skills of you wearing one of his white tees. “I guess I’ve been in here way too long, huh?” He abruptly puts his equipment away and ushers you out the room. “This photo is nothing like the real thing.”

Hyuk: He’s in bed watching a documentary on nematodes (Dearly: I’m so done), intrigued by the very existence of this little creature. Then you sky dive into the bed rolling into his side and accidentally exiting the documentary. “Nooo you cut off the show!” He slides his arm under your body trying to locate the remote when he notices that you’re wearing one of his white graphic shirts, the outline of your bra subtly noticeable under the t-shirt design. He locates the remote, and rolls you back into him. “I hope you like nematodes.”

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