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sometimes youve just got to hide your favourite local vandal from your overprotective cousin,, and sometimes you fail 

sweet tooth

Carry On Valentine’s Celebration - Day 2 - Valentine’s Chocolate.


{simon}

For some reason it came as a surprise to me that Baz has the biggest sweet-tooth. Baz always seemed like the person who’d abandon all sweets just because a love for sugar could be seen as childish. He even used to make fun of my sweet tooth and my (small!) scone addiction. Never would i’ve seen it coming that Baz is, in fact, worse than me. 

It started with me noticing the huge amount of sugar that he seemed to like in his hot drinks. His tea is more sugar than tea and milk together and his coffee isn’t even coffee; it could count as a liquid candy bar.

Later, during The Great Chocolate Debate–in which Penny tried to fight Baz on white chocolate not counting as chocolate–I discovered Baz’ strong passion for white chocolate. “It’s only butter, milk and sugar,” according to Penny, but apparently Baz loves that. 

Cocoa butter! So it does count as chocolate,” Baz would argue. Baz only likes white chocolate. Penny likes all but white chocolate. I don’t really have a preference.

Anyhow, when Penny and I were shopping for Valentine’s Day, it wasn’t hard for me to find something for Baz. There were multiple good chocolate shops in London for me to find something for Baz. Most of them were lacking a bit in the white chocolate department though. “Because it’s not actual chocolate!” Penny would push. 

I ended up going for a box with 15 chocolates that I could select myself. I ended up leaving the store with a box full of white chocolates and a disappointed Penny who was muttering some unpleasant things about white chocolate. 

• • • 

{baz}

“Help yourself, he’ll be home within a few minutes,” Bunce said over her shoulder as she was already heading into her room again after letting me in. I had known that I would be early, Snow was still walking the neighbor’s dog like he did each saturday morning. I didn’t mind being early though. I spent most of my time at Simon’s and Penny’s apartment so it felt like a second home, really. 

I walked into the kitchen to get myself a snack and something to drink. 

• • •

{simon}

As I shut the apartment door behind me, I heard Baz greeting me from the living room. “There you are,” I heard him say, his voice muffled.

I smiled to myself at the sound of him. “Hi,” I said as I walked into the living room where Baz was seated on the couch. “Sorry I’m a bit late I was walking–”

I went completely still as soon as I got a view of what Baz is holding in his lap. “Baz,” I said, and then flinched at how sad and betrayed I sounded. 

“What’s–” He started as he followed my graze. His eyes locked on the box of chocolates in his lap. “What?” Baz asked carefully, “Were these meant to be yours? I’m sorry I though–you don’t really eat white chocolate and–”

“No, Baz, they are yours… It’s just, they weren’t for right now.”

“Oh. Okay,” He said as he stood up from the couch, box of chocolates in hand. He walked towards me, handing me the box with the chocolates. “Here,” he said, giving me a soft peck on the lips. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said, pressing the box back into Baz’ hands. The both of us noticed that I was still sounding hurt. 

“For when were they?” Baz asked. 

I stared at Baz before answering, “It’s Valentine’s Day this Tuesday, you know.”

A grin formed on Baz’ face. “You bought me a Valentine’s present?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?” I grumbled. 

“We didn’t do anything for Valentine’s last year, I didn’t think we’d be doing anything for this year.”

“We didn’t do anything last year because you were still at Watford and I was… Well, I wasn’t in the best state of mind. I don’t know, I just wanted to give you something this year.”

Baz’ grin turned into a genuine smile. He wrapped his arms around me as he spoke with his lips against my air, “You told me you were going to be a terrible boyfriend.”

Baz chuckled as he hugs me close. I just huffed in response, not all that amused. 

“Thank you for the chocolates,” Baz said, backing out of the hug. “And sorry for eating them before I was supposed to.”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” 

“Does that mean I can eat them all now?”

“Well I’m not going to give you a half filled box of chocolates for Valentine’s am I?” 

“I’m sorry!” Baz said, retreating to the couch. As he sat down he held up the box. “Want one?” 

I sighed before giving in. I made myself comfortable next to him as we emptied out the box together. 

“They taste even better knowing you bought them as a Valentine’s present,” Baz commented.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

At that moment Penny walked in. She quickly noticed the chocolates we were eating. “Weren’t those–”

“I don’t want to hear it!” 

It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia opening credits featuring Charlie’s Paddy’s Pub song

Ummmm I dunno why but I was thinking about @x-i-l-verify ‘s MHA daemon AU and well….

Here’s Aizawa and his Barred Owl.

Business and Pleasure - Part 12

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,359

Warnings: Swearing 


Originally posted by buckysclique


Neither of you had slept that night. You were wrapped in each other’s embrace until the moment Bucky had to leave. You had insisted on going to the airport with him, despite his protests that it wasn’t necessary. You wanted to, though. You couldn’t let him leave on his own.

There was a time when you prayed that he would be sent away on business, but things had changed so much in so little time. You wanted to show him that you were serious, to reassure him that your relationship would survive even despite the distance.

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Damon x Reader

Requested By Anon

Thank you @justfangstvdto for the Kai gif (and the advice on how to write him)


You frowned as Damon lent in and smirked at the girl he was flirting with at the bar. You tried hard to ignore the jealous feeling or the fact that he glanced your way but you found your fists clenching and you pushed away from the bar.

“Hows my favourite housemate?” Stefan teased when you dawdled home and slammed the front door.

“Fine.” You snapped and he cocked his head.

“Didn’t you go to the bar with Damon?” He asked knowing your bad mood was because of his brother.

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Sanjar

Šta ako ti kažem

Da satima biram košulju koju ću obući u grad samo zato što bi me ti mogla vidjeti

Ja koji znam jedino za majice sa mrljama od dezodoransa i hrane nepoznatog porijekla

Postao sam sređen i prestao smrditi na introvertnost.

Šta ako ti kažem

Da sam upisao kurs gitare samo da bih naučio svirati pjesmu koju si jednom pjevušila na tramvajskoj

Da sam počeo slušati narodnjake i izlaziti na sva ta mjesta gdje se okupljaju oni

Kojima nikad ne bi palo na pamet da razmišljaju o potrebi našeg postojanja u savršeno uređenom ekosistemu,

Šta ako ti kažem da sam na trenutke postajao opsjednut tvojim trepavicama

Šta ako ti kažem da sam već odabrao mjesto i vrijeme našeg vjenčanja i da sam

Duboko i posvećeno bio zabrinut da bi taj dan mogla pasti kiša i ukvasiti ti haljinu dok mi prilaziš

Šta ako ti kažem

Da sam našao čovjeka koji će me naučiti plesati

Mene koji imam dvije lijeve noge, obje polomljene na mjestima gdje bi trebao biti osjećaj za ritam,

Šta ako ti kažem da svaki put kad te sretnem, zurim u tvoje prste i zamišljam kako sviraš klavir

A onda pogledom mjerim njihovu debljinu ne bi li znao odabrati odgovarajući prsten?

Šta ako ti kažem da naši sinovi i naše kćer već imaju imena a nisu ni došle godine u kojima se trebaju roditi?

Sagradio sam im kuću i ljuljašku i ljutim se jer ne vole moju poeziju a ti misliš da sam pomahnitao

Šta ako ti kažem da smo sretni i da postojimo

Baš ovakvi kakvi jesmo?

Naše su čudne duše preživjele dušmanski svijet i inate se kad god čuju šapate u pozadini

Šta ako ti kažem

Da postoje bar tri psihijatra i još toliko klinika koje me smatraju zrelim za terapiju

Šta ako ti kažem da si predmet mojih opsesija, da nema ničeg normalnog u načinu na koji te maštam

Šta ako ti kažem

Da svaku večer umirem i ne žalim za godinama potrošenim na obožavanje tvojih koljena

Da se svako jutro ponovo rađam i tijelo mi trni za tvojim tijelom i sve bih da vičem tvoje ime sa krovova ali

Svijet neće razumjeti i one će bolnice ponovo pozvati moje ime.

Šta ako ti kažem

Da vjerujem u Boga samo zato što nema drugog objašnjenja za tvoju ljepotu, šta ako ti kažem

Da se bojim da nećeš živjeti vječno

Šta ako sam čitao knjige o reinkarnaciji i tražio dokaze da sam te već volio u svakom od prošlih života?

Šta ako ti kažem

Da sam tvoj svime što imam, šta ako me nije briga

Što život prolazi a ja stojim u redu muškaraca koji samo maštaju o tebi, šta ako

Nema ničeg posebnog u ovom što osjećam, šta ako

Nikad nećeš pročitati ni jednu pjesmu o tebi a toliko ih je da bi od njih mogao napraviti vatru

Dovoljno veliku da u njoj izgorim i postanem pepeo

Kojeg ćeš u januarsko jutro prosuti po ledu i njime gaziti?

Šta ako se i dalje nadam, šta ako sve ovo postoji

Samo za nas?

The Other Side of the Bar

Summary: Bartender!Dean AU where he has a bet with you each night to see who can keep a straight face the longest. In Sam’s words, “This was the weirdest damn flirting he’d ever seen.”

Word Count: 2351

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: I have this headcanon that if it wasn’t for Azazel and the hunting life, Dean would be the happiest guy out there. He would just be loving life and laughing around and basically be a force of nature that always gets what he wants. He would be unstoppable and would be so damn happy. So that’s the version of Dean that I imagined for this AU.

Version en Español: El Otro Lado de la Barro


“Sam, my man!” Terrance bellowed when Sam walked into the bar. Upon seeing his old friend, Sam broke into a smile and gripped his hand, pulling him in for hug. “Our boy Dean didn’t tell me you were in town.”

“Well, finals are finally over and Dean’s been after me about checking out his new bar since he opened it.” Sam glanced around the dimly lit room and couldn’t help but feel impressed. “So I thought I’d surprise him.”

For someone who hadn’t set foot in a college classroom, Dean was actually a pretty good businessman. This was the third bar that he’d opened in Eastern Kansas, and every bar that he owned was doing ridiculously well. When Dean asked Sam to take a look at his finances and make sure that everything looked good, Sam started rethinking his own life plan. If Dean was making that much per bar, then what in the world was Sam thinking, digging himself deeper into debt to get a law degree?

Speaking of Dean, Sam glanced around the packed room in search of his sandy-haired brother. As usual, he was behind the bar talking to a chick. But he wasn’t smiling or joking around like he usually did in the company of any living, breathing female.

“What the hell?” Sam asked, drawing Terrance’s attention. “He’s having an actual conversation with her instead of just flirting?”

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Unwanted Attention

Hi guys! This has been in my drafts for ages and I completely forgot about it until yesterday! Hope you enjoy. :)

Plot: Harry has this one friend who loves hitting on Y/N.

Warnings: Curse words and handsy moments while dancing. Nothing smutty and nothing violent though. 

There was something off about Jordan. His icy blue eyes followed my movements like a hawk observing his prey and when he noticed me staring back at him he flashed me one of his sleazy grins. He was a handsome guy, there was no denying that, but from the moment he’d been introduced to me I could sense that he simply wasn’t one to take a hint. It wasn’t even about me being too pretty and him just finding me irresistible, not by any means. It was that Jordan couldn’t bear a girl not wanting him. His brain simply couldn’t comprehend how I hadn’t fallen to his feet yet. I shuddered under his sharp eyes and shrunk further into the warmth of Harry’s side. Harry didn’t look at me but responded by resting his arm around my shoulders and leaning his head against mine momentarily while chuckling along to one of Nick’s jokes, giving me comfort without having even noticed that I needed it. My eyes found Jordan’s once more and my heart dropped when he was still grinning, wider this time and with his brows raised. Almost as if he was trying to say that he accepted the challenge. 

Harry laughed loudly, squeezing me to him and I straightened my posture staring back at Jordan confidently. My hand rested on Harry’s chest, the other arm wrapped around his back and my temple leaned against his arm. I was saying something back clearly. The only reason I was here was Harry and Jordan could fuck off.

….

It was a friday night what naturally meant that Harry wanted to go out. From the moment I opened the door for him to enter my apartment he’d been talking about nothing else other than this bar which had only just opened in East London. Thanks to his ever charming soul he’d become friends with the owner and owned one of the few invitations to the opening party tonight.

“You’ve got to come with me,” Harry insisted, “Nick and Jordan are coming, too.”

“Sounds like a guy’s night out then,” I murmured, trying to decline his proposal as nicely as I could, “I don’t think I should intervene, Harry.”

“As if you’d intervene,” Harry said quickly, rolling his eyes as if I was being completely absurd, “You couldn’t possibly. C'mon, love, you’ve got to!”

Honestly, a night out with Harry sounded perfect. I loved seeing him dance, hearing him sing and laughing along to all of the silly puns tipsy Harry could come up with. We had spent many fun nights out together, starting with him helping me choose a dress and me painting his nails and ending with the both of us dropping on either his or my bed, too drunk to care about sleeping in our cloths and in each other’s arms.
Harry was the best company and every moment I got to spend with him was one I treasured. I didn’t like having to avoid Harry in order to avoid Jordan, but he’d already invited him and no matter my feelings for Harry, his friend truly was the last person I wanted to spend my night with. But at the same time… ugh.
I groaned and let my head fall back onto the couch, turning to look at Harry who was sprawled out next to me. He wore a hopeful look, his sparkling eyes wide and his lips set in a pout.

“Please,” he whined, “Nick’s been bugging me by calling you ‘Harry’s best friend who never turns up’ and he’s kinda right with it.”

“Oh shut up,” I laughed.

He rolled onto his side and began pulling at my arm, making me lay down as well so we were both facing each other. I hummed when his hand found mine so he could move his thumb over my palm in a soothing motion and I smiled at him lovingly, enjoying to just be able to appreciate him without him noticing, his gaze set on my fingers. His forehead was furrowed and his lips still in a pout, his expression resembling the one of a little boy who failed to understand something.

“We don’t even have to stay long,” Harry mumbled, focus still on my hand, “let’s just go, please.”

“Ugh,” I groaned and let my head drop against his shoulder in defeat, “fine.”

“Yehi!” Harry cheered, surprising me by jumping up with a sudden energy bolt and he threw himself onto my body, not caring one bit that his weight was crushing me.

His lips met the skin of my cheek in a loud kiss and I grimaced, batting his face away while laughing.

“It’s going to be great, you’ll see,” Harry promised, his cheeks stretched in a wide and confident grin.

I smiled and chuckled at how happy and cheery Harry was all of a sudden, but at the same time I couldn’t help a tiny pang of guilt in my tummy. He was thrilled to be going out and looked forward to spending the night with his friends and all I could think about was how this meant I would practically be exposed for Jordan to ogle me all night, silently undressing me with his eyes.
I watched Harry laugh as he went on with a story Jeff had told him and I wrapped my arms around his chest, cuddling into his side and I made a point of humming whenever it fit, letting him know that I was listening. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be all bad, I thought as I noticed the crinkles around his eyes and breathed in his familiar smell. After all, I wouldn’t be alone.

….

The alcoholic liquid left a heavy taste on my tongue and wrapped my head in a cloudy daze making me dizzy momentarily. My throat burned and I mentally cursed Harry for making me engage in his stupid drinking games. Still, I set the empty glass down only seconds after Harry smashed his own onto the countertop, scoring in second. Harry cheered and let his dimples show when he grinned widely and he held out his hand to high five me just when Jordan and Nick finished their shots too.

“I’d say we all know who’s the winner,” Harry announced proudly with a drop of tequila running down his chin and Nick rolled his eyes.

The bar was as crowded as I had expected it to be on a friday night, causing people to stumble into me whenever someone tried to reach the bar. The music was loud and everyone around us was dancing and laughing, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the building. So far Harry had been right, at least up until a few minutes ago. We’d been drinking good drinks and my tummy ached from laughing so hard at his stupid jokes, so it was hard to deny I was having fun. The best thing was that Jordan hung out with a group of girls for most of the night so far, only joining us minutes ago when he was done bathing in the girl’s attention. I’d lowered my gaze under Jordan’s watchful eyes and had hoped he’d just leave again.
Harry had stayed oblivious to me scooting a little closer to him and so had Nick. Only Jordan had noticed and his eyes had narrowed, never letting me out of sight.

“Such a show off, Styles,” Nick laughed and playfully pushed Harry by his shoulder, “Your victory was a close call between you and your bestie over there so don’t get too cocky.”

“I’m aware,” Harry laughed and send me a proud smile.

I giggled and shrugged, fist-pumping Harry.
He looked incredibly handsome, especially with the newly gained growth of his hair, the stubborn curls already fighting their way back. I knew he missed the length of his hair, but I secretly loved the short strands crowning his head. They were less likely to shield his pretty face from my view. Though I admired him for his effortless attractiveness, it bugged me how he could pull off anything and looked good even with his typical jeans and dad-shirt look. Everything suited him, which was surely caused by his confidence.

“But that’s on me, too,” Harry continued proudly, pushing our used shot glasses together so he could pick them all up in both of his massively big hands, “Who do you think taught her?”

Nick raised both arms with a laugh and looked at me for confirmation. A giggle fell from my mouth at the memory of Harry spending the night at my place many months ago, the counter of my kitchen littered with shot glasses and different spirit bottles as he lectured me on how it was my tongue’s fault that I couldn’t do it right. He’d even argued that the muscle in my mouth must have been to big and that I’d need to move it to the side more. The result of me trying had been a stained shirt and wet chest and of course a laughing Harry, but at least I was good at it now.

“S'true,” I agreed, “You won’t admit it but your instructions only worked 'cause I’m a talented student.”

Harry laughed. “Oh, so my teaching skills are shit, then? S'that what you’re trying to tell me?”

I was about to reply when Jordan’s rough voice interrupted us in a snarl, “Jesus Christ we get it. You guys are fucking each other just stop bullshitting us.”

He rolled his eyes, no humor in his expression and he seemed as if he was completely done with Harry and me. I shook my head and wanted to bite something back, but reconsidered and stayed silent. Harry had been so excited to spend time with his friends, I didn’t want to ruin it by starting a fight.

“Oh, piss off, Jordan,” Harry scoffed with a laugh.

“Oi,” Nick called, raising his brows at me with a teasing grin on his face, “What did I miss?”

He looked at me expectantly as if I was about to tell him the greatest story he’d ever heard. I gave him a playful push back.

“You guys,” I began, “are assholes.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ll get us another round.”

He nodded to the other end of the bar where all of the bartenders were gathered and turned to walk towards it, taking the glasses with him. How the hell could he fit them all in both of his hands? Thinking the same, Nick was quick to offer help and so he was gone and after Harry before I could beg him to stay.
Well… fuck. I was left in the exact situation I’d hoped I wouldn’t be in, one I’d dreaded so much it had made me want to avoid coming here in the first place. Already I could feel Jordan’s creepy vibe on me almost like a haze covering my body and my skin prickled. Silently I climbed to sit on Harry’s barstool, hoping to get away with distracting myself by my phone and to avoid any conversation with the unpleasant guy until my friends returned.

Jordan seemed to have other plans.

“You’re ignoring me now?” Jordan laughed mockingly, “Really? That’s ridiculous of you, doll.”

I tensed at the nickname and bit the inside of my cheek, then I turned off my phone and met Jordan’s eyes. You’re a prick, my head screamed at him and my hands clenched in need to smack his stupid grin off his face.

“How about we just wait in silent for Nick and Harry to come back?” I asked, my voice surprising me with a lot more confidence than I’d anticipated.

Jordan laughed once more, throwing his head back. “Well, I’m a rather vocal guy. You’d know if you’d quit playing hard to get and just give in to me.”

I visibly cringed and jerked back from the guy when he scooted closer, leaning into me so there were only few centimeters separating us. He picked up the abandoned beer bottle he’d been sipping on throughout the night and took two more gulps, allowing his eyes to stay fixated on me. Again he resembled so much a hawk who had found his prey of choice and was not going to stop before he got it.

“So,” He began, voice now sweet like honey, “You’re hooking up with him now, huh?”

I but my lip at the mention of Harry and shrugged his words off with a muttered “no”, raising my head to search for Nick and Harry in the crowd, hoping to see them on their way back. Unfortunately they hadn’t even reached the bartenders yet and when I looked back at Jordan, I could tell we were thinking the same thing. I’d be alone for a while with no one coming to save me.

“Looks like they’re going to be gone for quite a bit,” Jordan commented and he grinned at me, exposing his perfectly white teeth, “would be a shame if we just sat here moping, wouldn’t it?”

“I’m good,” I replied calmly, hoping he would let it go which of course he didn’t.

Jordan stepped closer, titled his head to the side and looked at me closely, similar to how a costumer checks the meat at the butcher’s when selecting what to have. My breath hitched when his fingers rested on my knee and he chuckled, moving them in a scratching motion and squeezing every now and again, making sure he prevented me from moving away. His tongue slipped out, wetting his lips and I pushed his hand away forcefully, only for him to grasp my wrist.

“C'mon,” he announced, pulling me from the stool and to my feet in a swift yank, “If Harry can teach you how to drink with a man, I’ll show you how to dance with one.”

Waiting for an answer or my consent seemed to be a waste of time to him and before I could react he’d pulled me off my stool and away from the bar. Soon we were surrounded by sweating and moving bodies, the music over here so loud I could feel the beat drum through my body. Jordan pulled me further and deeper into the crowd of humping people until he seemed satisfied with our location, far away from the counter to which Harry would return to soon. Jordan came to a swift halt and turned around to face me, releasing my wrist but encircling my waist so quickly I couldn’t move away. His arms tightened and he hummed, pulling me into his body so my chest was pressed against his. My hands settled onto his waist and I tried to push him off with as much strength as I could muster, yet I failed. His skin was hot and sweaty beneath my fingertips and I shuddered upon feeling his breath at my throat when he leaned in. His head pressed against mine and his fingers squeezed my hips.

“Jordan,” I urged into his ear, “let me go.”

Panic started to crawl through every vein of my body until I went rigid and my skin was littered with goosebumps. My throat was dry and all my brain screamed at me to do was to get out of the situation, to run away and hide from this gross man. Only how? His hold on me was too forceful and tight I had no chance of fighting him off. The only people who could help me were Harry and Nick and they had no idea where I was and would surely not be able to spot me in the sea of people either.
Ignoring my request, Jordan grabbed my hips tighter, his hold almost bruising and I gasped in shock when he began to move his own hips forward in a rough thrust, allowing our crotches to meet. I squealed and flinched back immediately, only to be pulled forward and held against Jordan’s body.

“C'mon, babe,” he laughed and repeated the movement of his hips, “Bet you’d let Harry have a go, huh? Why not me? S'it 'cause I’m not as rich as him? Or famous? Trust me babe, I can show you a better time, you’ll see.”

My stomach sunk and I shook my head. Unwanted tears shot to my eyes and spilled over when he moved both arms so he could rest his hands on my back, pushing me against his own body and moving me so I was forced to dance with him. He treated me like I was a doll and that sickened me more than anything.

“Let go,” I demanded, my voice now nothing more than a weak whimper, “You’re hurting me.”

To my great luck one of the girls dancing around us slipped in that moment and tumbled into Jordan, catching him off guard and knocking him right off of me. His arms loosened and I took my chance to push them away before fighting my way through the mass of people and away from him as fast as I my feet could carry me. I didn’t care how ridiculous I must have looked and didn’t stop until my eyes landed on the familiar and comforting sight of Harry and Nick standing at the bar where they’d expected me to wait for them. Neither of them saw me coming and when Harry looked up I had already thrown myself at him, embracing his shoulders tightly.

“Wow,” Harry laughed and Nick chuckled, but I didn’t react and only pushed my face closer into Harry’s warm neck in an attempt at shutting everything around me out.  

My body was still trembling and I swallowed repeatedly to keep stop crying. Only now did it truly sink in how forceful Jordan’s hands had been as I felt his hold on my skin as if it was still there. The skin tingled and burned. Surprised by my sudden neediness Harry wrapped his arms around me loosely and leaned his head against mine, allowing his nose to run along my cheek. With him it didn’t feel threatening or harsh, quite the opposite. With simple touches and without intending it, Harry calmed my distraught emotions.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked with a gentle hum, amusement clear in his tone.

I just shook my head and loosened my hold on him reluctantly, only enough to not be strangling him. Harry pulled me into his side and held me there, smiling down at me with warmth in his green orbs.

“Where were you anyway?” Nick chuckled in, “We go get drinks for you guys and you reward us by disappearing.”

“There she is!”

Jordan’s voice roared from my right and I whimpered quietly, scooting further into Harry’s arms and away from Jordan. My head turned into his direction and I caught him staring at me with piercing eyes.

“Back with your lover,” he spoke in a chuckle, shaking his head, “fucking perfect.”

My face burned and I clenched my hands into fists. “Go fuck yourself, Jordan.”

Nick’s eyes widened at my sudden outburst and raised voice and he stepped closer. I could feel Harry’s fingers curl against my bare back, yet he didn’t loosen his hold. Instead he turned his body so he was facing Jordan as well and when I looked up his jaw was set and his eyes narrow, yet not at me but at Jordan.

“You guys what is going on?” Nick demanded to know.

Jordan faced Harry’s hard stare. “Have fun with her, I’m done.”

“Excuse me?” Harry demanded perplexed, though I could hear a hint of anger and his body froze.

I let my hand drop and rest against Harry’s chest, earning his attention and shaking my head at him. “Leave it.”

Jordan sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes once more. “I need a drink. Let me know when you’re done gawking at each other.”

He stormed off before either of us had a chance to reply. Nick turned to me and Harry let go of his hold so he could look at me as well. Their expression said the same. What on earth had just happened?

“Bloody hell,” Nick blurted, “What was that all about?”

My cheeks still burned and I closed my eyes, brushing against the heated skin of my face as I tried to collect my thoughts and form a proper sentence, one that wouldn’t send Harry off and after Jordan.

“We danced,” I began timidly.

“Yeah, we figured that much,” Nick nodded, “And? What set him off? Your lack of sense for rhythm?”

“Nick,” Harry barked and the smile faded on Nick’s face, slowly realizing the seriousness of the situation.

“Well,” I cleared my throat, “I didn’t exactly want to dance. He sort of made me and I got really uncomfortable after he wouldn’t let go and once he did I came back here. That must have pissed him off.”

“He made you dance?” Harry inquired, his eyes hardened and he held his breath, “How?”

I looked at him hesitantly and bit my lip. There was no easy or harmless way of saying this so I stayed silent all together. Honestly, I felt bad. Though Jordan hadn’t been part of Harry’s friendship group for long, I knew he liked him and me having a problem with Jordan would complicate things.
Harry’s tongue slipped out, wetting his lips. Suddenly his attention fell down to where his hand had subconsciously taken ahold of my wrist. Something in his expression changed and my chest felt tight. Harry’s worried gaze met mine momentarily, then he raised my arm up so he could get a closer look of my skin. One glance sufficed.

Harry’s fingers interlocked with mine and he gave them a gentle squeeze, his eyes full of sudden sadness and set on my face, silently communicating that he was sorry. My eyes watered and I bit the inside of my cheek, my own fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly. It wasn’t Harry’s fault.

“I’m going to kill him,” Harry promised me, voice stern and his eyes wide, “I promise.”

“Wha-” Nick began but Harry interrupted him.

“Her wrist is red, Nick! That’ll bruise for sure! Where else did he touch you, Y/N? Does it hurt?”

“Maybe my hip,” I replied hesitantly, tightening my grip on his hand.

A small noise left Harry’s mouth and he responded by wrapping me into a hug.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated quietly into my ear, his breath tickling my neck.

“And that was Jordan?” Nick asked form behind me, “I never knew he was such a prick.”

“I did,” I muttered into Harry’s chest, my words quiet but he heard.

Harry’s hands set on my ribs and he slowly pushed me off, careful to be tender. When my eyes met his I shuddered. He looked incredibly angry.

“Are you saying he’s done that before?” Harry growled.

“No,” I replied quickly, “But… he’d stare. Longer than he needed to and especially when I’m with you he wouldn’t stop. And whenever you guys would leave he’d make stupid innuendos.”

Harry shook his head, sighing and closing his eyes momentarily. “I should have noticed.”

A frown took over his face and he pouted, adapting his child-like look and I couldn’t fight the smile from crawling onto my face. I reached out one hand and squeezed his arm.

“Don’t be silly, Harry.”

Nick watched us observantly and nodded. “He’s right though. We should have payed more attention. And I was the one who brought him around for the first time, too. I’m sorry.”

“Wait 'till I get my fingers on him,” Harry promised, his eyes fierce as they locked with mine, “He has no right to so much as think of you in that way, let alone touch you. I won’t have it.”

His head shot up and his eyes searched for Jordan’s face. I shook my head and stepped closer to him, raising both hands to his cheeks so I could guide his head and force him to look at me.

“Harry, leave it, okay?” I spoke sternly, “Please. I’m fine, I swear.”

“Fine?” Harry barked, “Your skin is red! Because of him! Y/N if you think I will just stand by while some dick mistreats you then you’re wrong. I will-”

“No, you won’t,” I interrupted, “It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone. And in the future you’ll know not to leave me alone with him.”

“As if I’d let him near you again.” Harry rolled his eyes and shot Nick a warning look when he began to quietly laugh behind us.

“Jesus, Harry. Don’t go all caveman on us.”

I turned to look back at Nick and smiled at his big grinned expression. My hands moved down Harry’s arms and I let one of them linger and grasp Harry’s fingers. Nick noticed my action and his face lighted up.

“Let me deal with Jordan,” he proposed, looking at Harry, “And you take your girl home, yeah?”

Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot and raised a brow at his friend, then he sighed and let this thumb caress my wrist.

“You tell him to never come around us again,” Harry commanded sternly, but something in his tone had changed and I could sense that he was calmer now, “Or else I’ll fucking ruin him.”

“Want me to quote you on that?” Nick laughed but nodded, then he leaned in to kiss my cheek softly before making his way into the direction Jordan had taken earlier.

Harry looked after him with almost an envious expression and I clenched my fingers around him, trying to get his attention back.

“Please,” I quietly begged, “Just take me home.”

My eyes pleaded with his and Harry bit harshly into his pink bottom lip. He sighed and frowned at me, saying: “Are you sure that you don’t want me to go after him?”

“Yes,” I answered without a pause for a thought, “Please.”

“Alright.”

….

Harry’s hand felt good in my own, this I had to admit. He was warm, soft and knew without me having to say when I needed him to hold on tighter.
We’d slipped out of the club without saying goodbye to any of the people who’d recognized Harry and had hurried to catch a cab on the busy Londoner street, which lucky for us wasn’t difficult. On the backseat was where I’d allowed myself to drop any of the boundaries I normally lived by when I was in public with Harry and instead had crawled into him without hesitating first. And he’d welcomed it. Harry’s hands had settled onto my hips and he’d leaned in to cuddle his head into my neck while I’d led my face bury itself in his chest to breathe him in.

“I’m sorry,” Harry had whispered, “You’re the most important person to me. I should have sensed that something was wrong.”

I’d shaken my head against him. “I should have said something.”

Shortly after our messy car ride we were stood in front of my home, still holding on to each other’s fingers and without any sign of letting the other go. Harry’s head was held low and I noticed how he turned my hand around so he could look at it closely. A huff fell from his lips and I shook my head.

“Don’t freak out again, please?” I asked quietly, “It’ll be okay.”

I wasn’t as shaken up about the incident anymore, Harry’s comforting nature having its usual calming effect on me. There was no denying that I had been in danger tonight with Jordan’s endless game having reached its peak but it was over now and given Harry’s reaction to his friend’s lack of manners I was sure Jordan wouldn’t be a problem any longer. Maybe I should have gone to find the girl who’d saved me by stumbling just in time.
The feeling of Harry’s mouth meeting my cheek in a tender kiss brought me back to the present and I smiled widely, humming when he let his cheek rest against my own. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hands found my waist, pulling me into his body. I breathed in his familiar scent and relaxed against him, loving to finally have him to myself.

“We should tell them,” Harry began quietly.

“Do you really think that would have stopped Jordan?” I asked with raised brows, moving back so I could look at him properly, “He’s been suspecting that there was something going on between us for ages now anyway.”

My hands took hold of his shirt’s collar and I allowed my fingers to scratch his neck.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell. The way he kept running his mouth tonight I already thought Nick was actually going to believe him. Wanted to punch him even before you told me about what he did.”

“Don’t you think he’d rub it into our faces even more if he knew he was right all along?”

“Hm,” Harry shrugged, leaning his body into mine, making me giggle, “So you think we should just continue to hide our relationship?”

His palm cradled my face and he leaned in to connect our lips in a quick and tender kiss catching me off guard in the best way possible. He didn’t allow his mouth to linger but pulled back and looked at me with pleading eyes.

“I want them to know, Y/N,” Harry begged quietly, “Hate worrying 'bout some bloke trying something the moment I turn around 'cause he thinks you’re still single.”

I shrugged in his hold and gently scratched his chin, “I’m all for telling our friends, my love.”

My lips met the corner of his lips and I smiled softly. “But don’t feel like you have to. It’s really only been Jordan who’d behaved like a dick to me. All your other friends are fine.”

“Well, good to know,” Harry chuckled, pressing a kiss to my jaw, “Seriously though I want people to be aware of you and me dating. Maybe not the media, but at least our friends.

"They’ll never shut their mouths about it,” I predicted, wrapping both arms around Harry’s neck.

He shook his head and let his arms sneak around me and I laughed softly when he began to sway us slowly. He was so beautiful, I thought. How could Jordan ever think he’d stand a chance compared to the amazing and wonderful man in my arms?
Harry kissed my shoulder, chuckling when I squealed under the tickling feeling of his hair against my skin.

“We’re just two friends,” he began quietly, “who fell in love with each other.”

I nodded and sighed. “They’ll understand.”

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Kako izgubiti najboljeg druga u tri koraka

-Šta ti misliš o svemu Saša?

-Mislim da si sama kriva.

-Joj kako mrzim tvoju “u glavu“ iskrenost. Baš ne znaš prepoznati kad treba dati savjet a kad utješiti.

 I ne znam, u pravu je. Ne znam zato što ne vjerujem u utjehu.

 -Ne vidim smisao utjehe, što ti to treba?

-Zato što sam žensko jebote, i nisu svi antiemotivni kao ti. Meni je to poput sigurnog mjesta gdje mogu sačekati da prestane da boli i onda, kad jednom budem bolje, možemo preći na savjete i istinu. Ne mora sve biti tako direktno zaboga.

-Okej, probat ću. Pokaži mi šta treba da radim!

-Ma ništa, zaboravi.

-Ozbiljan sam, hoću da naučim umjetnost utjehe.

-Opet podjebavaš ali nema veze. Okej, za početak nam pusti neku baš krvavo emotivnu muziku. Prekid, patnja, suze, sva ta priča. Nemoj tako da me gledaš, rekao si da hoćeš da naučiš. Eh, tako. Korak dva – daj mi duksericu. Ja ću da sjednem na krevet i obučem to debelo čudo a ti lezi i spusti glavu meni u krilo.

-Jel me zajebavaš?

-Ne zajebavam te, lezi i ćuti. Fora je da ti tu ležiš i slušaš sve što ti pričam, tu i tamo kažeš kako razumiješ i kad god spomenem nešto što je on usrao, ti ga opsuješ ili tako nešto. I ne smije ti smetati da se igram s tvojom kosom.

-Osjećam se k'o tvoja najbolja jaranica. Zar ne treba muškarac da bude kao jak i da te zagrli, glava naslonjena na rame i sva ta alfa sranja?

-Ne znam za druge djevojke, kod mene ti pali fora da me slušaš i daš mi da se igram s kosom.

-Okej, jebiga, radi šta misliš da treba.

I legnem na krevet, glavu spustim u njeno krilo i zurim u plafon. Bar tri puta sam pokušao ustati ili se pomjeriti, ali ona me hvatala noktima za vrat i prijetila da će da me ubije. Nije blefirala, luđa je nego što izgleda. Ispričala mi je čitavu svoju ljubavnu priču a ja sam slušao - iako sam je znao napamet. Imala je prljavu, komplikovanu vezu koju je sama usrala. Momka je tretirala kao djevojku a sad kad vidim njene metode tješenja, jasno mi je i zašto. Nije to radila namjerno, prosto je takva. Njoj nije trebao jak alfa muškarac koji će tući momke koji joj se nabacuju, niti je htjela tipa poput mene: iskrenog, jakog na riječima i ludog za borilačkim sportovima. Njoj bi trebao jedan nesiguran umjetnik, jedan od onih tipova što nose preduge majice kratkih rukava, uvijek imaju neuredno razbacanu kosu, u tramvaju slušaju Širena na slušalicama i čitaju Koelja. Trebao joj je muškarac sa tragovima ženske duše u sebi – emotivan tip za duge razgovore.

-Zatvori oči.

-Budalo, zatvorenih očiju da ostavim vrat pod tvojim noktima? Nisam lud.

-Zatvori oči kad kažem, nemoj sad da mi odustaješ na pola puta.

-Kako li te taj jadnik trpio i sedmicu, nije mi jasno – rekoh uz osmijeh i stisnuh zube nakon što me udarila u rebra. Vrijedilo je.

-Jesi li zatvorio oči?

-Jesam, dalje.

-Dalje slušaj pjesmu i daj mi ovaj trenutak.

-Ti fakat nisi normalna. Okej okej okej, nemoj samo opet da me udaraš. Slušam pjesmu evo, sav sam uho.

 

Zatvorio sam oči i razmišljao o emocijama. Kako stvari među dvoje ljudi odjednom postanu prljave i kako je ljubav najstrašnija stvar na svijetu. Otvaraš se i daješ sve nekom ko uvijek može otići. To je ravno izlaganju vrata noktima lude žene. Ona i ja se družimo već šest godina i sve to vrijeme je bila moj najbolji drug. Drug, ne drugarica. S njom sam mogao biti iskren i pričati sve što mislim, bez osuđivanja. Čak je i gledala utakmice sa mnom, dva puta došla na boks i opsovala majku mojoj bivšoj djevojci nakon što joj je opalila takav šamar da je DJ ugasio muziku i pozvao zaštitare. Duga priča – uhvatila je kako se ljubi s nekim tipom, pa mi došla na vrata sa pivom i cigarama ( nakon što je namlatila tu jadnicu naravno ). Njeno prijateljstvo mi je tada postalo svetinja i trudio sam se da uvijek brinem o njoj. Počeo sam eto raditi i blesave stvari poput ove večeras – znam da bi ubila za mene.

-Moram ti naći nekog finog momčića – rekoh žmureći.

-Nema takvih u Sarajevu Saša.

-Pa nema kad ih tražiš u pabovima i birtijama. Hoćeš tihog finjaka sa kojim ćeš da se maziš, a skačeš u prvim redovima bine i tučeš djevojke.

-Pa šta, suprotnosti se privlače.

-Ne poričem, ima istine u tome. Samo kažem da tog tipa kojeg tražiš nema na tim mjestima. On ti je u biblioteci, lista ljubavne romane ili je u parku na klupi. Ti mekušci će ti teško doći na pank svirku u jedan ujutro, zar ne misliš?

-Čekaj, otkud tebi uopšte ideja da mi treba jedan takav?

-Otkud mi ideja? Pa vjerovatno sam bar nešto naučio za sve ove godine kako te trpim. Birala si pogrešne tipove i svaku od tih veza usrala, tako da mislim da podsvjesno tražiš nešto blago i umjereno. Nikad mi nisi bila tip koji se loži na klasične muškarce… ti si, ne znam, jebiga drugač–

Teško je pomjerati usne kada se na njima nađu njene. Srce je u trenu pogasilo sve receptore i konotrolu pokreta, znalo je da ću se pokušati oteti. Samo sam ležao sklopljenjih očiju u njenom krilu, u toj čudnoj naopakoj poziciji vezanih usana razmišljao sam kako ovo neće završiti dobro a opet, nisam mogao da prekinem taj trenutak. Par sekundi kasnije, udaljila se a ja i dalje nisam otvarao oči. Jednom kad ih otvorim, sve ovo postaje stvarno i valja nam odlučiti šta ćemo s nama.

Nekih dvadeset sekundi kasnije me udarila u stomak i ja sam progledao. Iznad mene njen uplašen lik, poput onih djevojaka na iks faktoru – otpjevala je svoju pjesmu i sada čeka stegnutih šaka da žiri odluči o njenoj sudbini. Sve u meni se protivilo nama, sve u meni je znalo da smo pogrešni i da ne može i da ne treba i da NE ali srce vrišti istu rečenicu opet i opet i opet i opet i ja ustajem iz njenog krila, sjedam preko puta nje i gledam je uplašenu.

 -Izvini – rekla je.

-Izvini – rekao sam.

Yousef is using Mikael as a scapegoat.

Here’s why.

That last clip may not have seemed entirely important, but the symbolism is undeniable.

First of all, let’s look at this shot:

It’s from Sana’s POV obviously, but she looks back and forth between Mikael + Yousef and the rest of the gang. The rest of the boys are dressed in darker colors, while Yousef and Mikael are almost dressed in exactly the same thing, a white shirt and khaki/beige shorts. Yousef is trying to disguise his past by using Mikael.

We’ve all heard the theories that Yousef’s ‘Mikael and Even” story sounds fishy. Yousef is actually Mikael’s role in that story, and Julie is trying to hint at it before the big reveal. Like always, she wants to see if we’ll catch it.

Then, we have this shot:

Mikael gets up, stops blocking Yousef from view, and reveals Yousef. I think this is a hint to what is to come, that Yousef’s story will be revealed as Mikael’s continues to not line up. 

Thirdly, this shot:

After he mentions that it was good to see Even, he smiles to himself, as if he is remembering some fond memory. Then his face falls, as it did in the Hei Briskeby video when someone mentioned Even. He has a past with Even that has yet to be revealed.

Now I’m about to get in-depth so read on if you really want The Goods

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“excuse me, leave her alone.”

a/n: someone tell me wtf you call these .-. 

scenario/summary: this dude at the bar tries to get with you, but jimin, the guy who notices you getting uncomfortable and who you don’t even know, decides to help you out. 

person: park jimin / college au

  • okay so basically ur friends from your study group are celebrating finishing your exams
  • and like you dont really drink soju/alcohol since it hurts ur throat
  • and you sit by the bar bc they are having fun
  • and tHE BARTENDER IS GETTING SO CLOSE TO YOU
  • YOU’RE HELLA LIKE FUCKIN UNCOMFORTABLE
  • not to mention he was an old guy too lol
  • he was whispering compliments and your hands become so fuckin sweaty
  • “you’re so beautiful, babe..”
  • CRINGGGGGGGEEE
  • you dont know what to do
  • like hold up, he DIDNT EVEN ASK FOR YOUR NAME?????? WTF BOI?
  • ok from afar, park jimin can see you
  • he gets uncomfortable too
  • also yall dont even know each other but hes a popular guy at ur college
  • jimin gets tense
  • ooo la la jealousy?
  • anYWays lol
  • he sets his shot glass down and tells taehyung and jungkook just to stay there
  • walks over, clenching his jaw
  • OKAY HE COULD BE JEALOUS YNEVER KNOW
  • acts aggressive. mad mochi time
  • them bois be taking shots too but jk lowkey avoidin
  • jimin walks up and shoves the bartenders shoulder
  • “excuse me, leave her alone”
  • his arm is around your waist and yOU ARE SO FUCKIN HOT N SWEATY TO THE POINT UR LIKE A TOMATO
  • LIKE U DOUBT JIMIN KNOWS U AND HES COMING TO U ALREADY HOLDING UR WAIST??
  • then u realise he’s helping u
  • but u hope u dont die next school mornin cause of the girls..
  • OKAY ANYWAYYs 
  • bartender is fuckin confused lol
  • “so what if i dont?” bartender laughs and shrugs it off
  • “okay then, i’m going to be sure you’ll be at the hospital if you touch my girlfriend again” sexi mochis emphasising MY GIRLFRIENDWHOOooo 
  • BARTENDer isf uckin scared lol so he nods shyly and walks away
  • jimin sighs and his balled fist sets down to his side
  • you stare at him in shock and confusement (i mADE THAT A WORD YES)
  • okay also lowkey cause he looks good
  • “u-uh, thanks for helping me..”
  • “no problem, y/n. i saw you getting uh, uncomfortable”
  • YALL ARE SHYSHYSHY
  • you laugh a little before raising your eyebrow, “wait, how do u know my name?”
  • “your names always up on the exam board, top 10? of course i know you.”
  • “o-oh..” you blush, “i know you too, because the girls in my class..”
  • jimin laughs too and this becomes such a long conversation getting to know each other
  • you and jimin end up becoming friends
  • jimin forgets about taehyung and jungkook lOOOOL
  • “just know i’ll be there if a guy is making you uncomfortable, okay?”
  • you nod and thank him again
  • like u probably have said 1,000,000 thank us lets be real but he smiles
  • TRUST JIMIN 100%
  • THE ANGEL ON UR SIDE
  • protective guy :’)
  • the end

“I get really annoyed when people try to join in on a roleplay and get ignored. Like it’s never happened to me but I see it happen and I try to include the person . How is the roleplaying community supposed to grow if we don’t let people in?”

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Finn Balor x Reader

requested by @nickysmum1909

tagging: @ambrosegirlforever

Prompt: After his appearance at the houseshow in Buffalo, Finn has his way to celebrate with his girlfriend

Originally posted by mistressbalor

The crowd in Buffalo went crazy when Finns theme hit. All the fans waited so long for him to return and after almost a year Finn eventually got cleared. He already appeared at the United Kingdom Championship Tournament and at a house show but it was a whole different story to see him in the ring again.

Sami ran up to Finn hugging him eagerly. They teamed up with Jericho against Joe, Triple H and Kevin. What I could see backstage was mesmerising. It felt so good to see him back in action, doing what he loves, a wide grin plastered over his face.

“Finn!” “Great to see you!” “Your back again!” is all I could hear when the boys made their way back. Bayley was quick to hug him tightly, Cesaro and Sheamus right after. Excitedly they blabbed over each other. It was a joy to be a silent observer. It seemed like almost the whole roster was there to welcome him back. I couldn’t help but smile. It warmed my heart to see him all flustered and happy.

“Y/N! Great to see you too!” Bayley squealed when she discovered me. I got hugged too and got pushed into the crowd. I stood right next to Finn who nuzzled into my hair, I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

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The perfect Açaï bowl

Here’s the post I’ve been meaning to do for a while… HOW TO MAKE THE PERFECT AÇAÏ BOWL! There are lots of places where you can get Açai bowls now but there are only a few places (where I am in Sydney) that I think do really good ones. I like to make my own because I can adjust the smoothie base to my taste and also add whatever toppings I want! It’s more economical to make it at home it’s so easy to do as well so I would highly recommend giving it a try!

Earth To Table - Where I had my very first Açaï bowl. My favourite grawnola!

My creation - I always like to add a crunchy granola and nut butter 😍

My creation - Adding coconut yogurt is delicious!

Cocobliss - Perfect summer treat with mango and coconut yogurt.

My creation - Try adding homemade muesli on top.

Cocobliss - Use fruit as a topping for a fresh treat. Oh and some raw cacao sauce won’t hurt!

My creation - Cacao and peanut butter… All time favourite flavour combo on anything! 😀

My creation - One of my first homemade Açaï bowls with my greenola 🙂

My creation - Add a crunchy element in your topping e.g. granola, nuts and cacao nibs.

My creation - Banana, cacao and PB 👍

Yoga Bar - Strawberries work well as a topping!


Bare Naked Bowls - Try adding goji berries as a topping 🙀

My creation - Passionfruit helps offset some of the sweetness 🙌

My creation - One of my first homemade bowls… I think I added some raw brownie 🤗

My creation - A recent bowl with my Black Forest base (see below)!

My creation - Be generous with the toppings 🙃

My creation - Add raw slices/cakes to up your toppings game 👊

My creation - Probably my finest yet… One of my first creations when I got my new Vitamix blender… So creamy!

My creation - Same but different 😉

Bare Naked Bowls - Perfect summer treat ☀️

Vida Surf Shop - Officially my favourite place for Açai in Sydney!!!!! The base is spot on 👌

My creation - How cute is my pineapple bowl? 😄

Ohana Acai Bar - Tried this in Perth!

Cocobliss - Healthy and decadent treat 😍

I think the thing that determines the quality of an Açaï bowl is the texture. You need a base that is thick, creamy and full of flavour. Here are my five rules:

Make sure all the base ingredients are frozen. This will give the base the thick result you are after - a runny base is not nice.

Use a frozen Açaï sachet. This adds more substance to your base and again gives you a thicker result. You can use freeze-dried powder but this will not give it the same result.

Bananas should be the main fruit ingredient. Frozen bananas will give the base a creamy texture.

Blend with plant-based milk. I have found that most places will blend with coconut water or fruit juice - this results in a base that it is often sweeter (due to the natural sugars in the fruit) and more icy. I personally prefer a creamier base so my favourite liquid to add is soy milk but you can use any sort of plant-based milk. Also make sure you don’t add too much liquid - just enough for it to blend.

Buy a good blender. I use a Vitamix and it does an amazing job at blending all the frozen ingredients together quickly so it does not melt and the result is so smooth.

I also though I’d share one of my personal favourites. My ‘Black Forest Açaï Bowl’ (click on link) which I have featured a number of times. I like fewer ingredients in the base so this recipe is quite simple. It’s definitely my personal favourite Açai bowl recipe so I hope you enjoy it!

Black Forest Açaï Bowl

- A frozen banana

- ½ cup frozen cherries (you can also use berries but I think this gives the best flavour combination)

- 1 frozen Açaï sachet (I like to use the unsweetened kind)

- ~¼ cup soy milk

Put all ingredients into a high-power blender (I use a Vitamix). Blend on low with tamper and slowly increase speed until you get a smooth mix. Spoon into a bowl and serve with desired toppings.

princess-triton  asked:

🍴 Muhren can cook and did a little lunch for Blakk and him, so they can discuss about themself between work's schedule (he know pretty much nothing about him after all)

Omg yes! This is perfect. I was JUST thinking of sending a bunch of questions to find out more about Muh!!

This is Blakk’s first real get-to-know-you lunch. *__*

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This was Blakk’s first time meeting someone for lunch.  He was worried about being late, so he wrapped up his training extra early, changed, and snagged some extra nutrient bars just in case Muhren hadn’t had a chance to get anything for himself between their demanding work schedules.

When he arrived at the lounge, Muh was already there, unpacking a couple of small boxes upon the table.  Blakk stared in confusion for a moment, before realizing that this was his lunch.

Frak.  Was Blakk supposed to have brought something different?  Was he supposed to have made something?  Dammit.  Frakking hells.  Blakk glanced around in panic for a brief moment, until Muh’s gaze caught his eye, and he quickly schooled his face into something more appropriate and shoved the ration bars into his back pocket.

“I’m here!” Blakk said, completely unnecessarily. He mentally kicked himself and added, “How was your training?” before realizing that he had no idea if Muh had even had training that morning.  Quickly, he sat down at the table and tried to pretend he had a clue what he was doing.

(WTF I’m on mobile and I can’t add tags, this is killing meeee. Blakk is not used to normal social interactions. XD)