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anonymous asked:

Top 10 petty Yuuri moments!!! Love youuu!! <3

Top Ten Petty Yuuri Moments

10) There was a reporter who was a not very subtle Viktor fan and was always skathing about Yuuri and so after they got together and the reporter was desperate to interview him because it was the big skating news that everyone was talking about, Yuuri conveniently walked past them at every competition without seeing them and all the requests for an interview magically got lost

9) Once before a competition, one of the skaters came up to Yuuri and was trying to talk big and intimidate him and was claiming that they were a better skater and going to win gold and after they finished their speech he just took out one of his earplugs and went ‘sorry, what did you just say, I didn’t quite catch that?’

8) When he and Viktor got their new puppy Yuuri tried really hard to be the strict parent and train it well and Viktor just spoiled it rotten. When Yuuri was out Viktor left their bedroom door open and the puppy got into their wardrobe and ruined all of Yuuri’s nice shirts. In retaliation, that night Viktor got kicked to the other side of the bed while Yuuri cuddled Vicchan and Makkachin. Viktor was excluded from the puppy pile and looked on mournfully from the cold side of the bed with the puppy which was also in disgrace

7) one skater was once rude to Phichit by saying he was a low level skater who no-one would ever remember and so Yuuri consistently referred to the skater by the wrong name for the rest of his skating career

6) Once Phichit had a party in their apartment the night before Yuuri had a test. He promised it would be small and quite but it absolutely was not. For the rest of that week Yuuri played really loud music at 5am every day and did very energetic and loud yoga in the living room instead of going out for a run because he was ‘improving on his morning routine.’ Phichit was not happy but he admitted that is was pretty much deserved

5) Once Phichit joked that Yuuri looked like a hamster when he ate because he stuffed his cheeks full of food and for weeks after that Yuuri filled all their joint meals with ingredients he knew that Phichit hated in revenge

4) Once he and Viktor had got into an argument because Viktor had forgotten something very important to Yuuri and so Yuuri cooked dinner that night and made enough for three, him and Vicchan and Makkachin. Viktor got nothing and had to make his own food instead of enjoying Yuuri’s wonderful cooking

3) The whole Olympic podium scene

2) “You’re routine was very good today, it was worthy of second place”

1) His 'fucked my way up to the top’ routine mentioned in a previous top ten

my favorite type of weight gain is when a girl who’s been slim/average size her whole life starts to put on weight in college. fully clothed, you wouldn’t guess how much fat is on her body. in shorts, you notice there’s no muscle definition in her legs anymore and her inner thighs are rubbing together. in a bikini, you notice a little belly and some love handles. her jawline and neck soften, her upper arms get doughy, her breasts get bigger and she focuses on things like that to distract herself from the fact that she’s outgrown her high school jeans and her tummy is poking out of shirts. she lives in yoga pants and oversized tees, but even those are starting to stretch taut over her growing body.

darklightandsomethingelse  asked:

I had this random thought while working out today but how would RFA react to a really flexible MC?? Lol sorry if it's weird.

I will probably describe somethings that, if you need to figure out what I’m talking about, I recommend you google, goodness knows I had to.


Yoosung

  • MC used to be gymnast, and while she still kept in shape, she just didn’t compete anymore
  • So one day, Yoosung came home to find MC casually stretching in a skin tight outfit that left very little to the imagination
  • His face was a ball of red hot fire
  • Of course, MC just treated it like a casual, normal, everyday thing that wasn’t any kind of big deal what so ever
  • But Yoosung can’t get the image out of his head and blushes for a few weeks whenever it pops into his head

Jaehee

  • MC got really drunk and decided it was a good idea to aggressively hit on her girlfriend
  • Jaehee, of course, tried to corral her because she was being ridiculous
  • Somehow, MC managed to turn the tides and pin Jaehee to a wall
  • Then she brought one leg  up so that it was resting on Jaehee’s shoulder
  • Needless to say, Jaehee was impressed
  • It took a surprising amount of effort to get this ridiculously drunk and flexible woman back home without any kind of incidents
  • In the morning, MC was surprisingly sore and didn’t remember half the night, but she remembered cornering Jaehee and putting her leg on her girlfriends shoulder
  • So later that day, when they have a moment alone, MC does the same thing and kisses Jaehee, just to see if it will fluster her

Zen

  • MC decided to do yoga in the living room
  • She was in the middle of doing scorpion pose when Zen walked through the door
  • Needless to say, his jaw dropped
  • He could only watch in silence as she went on into chakra bond pose then sleeping yogi
  • Zen was low key freaking out and high key trying to control the Beast to keep it from getting out
  • Because he had never seen anyone move like that
  • Don’t get me wrong, he’d met more than a few flexible people working in theater, but… damn
  • Once MC notices him, she smiles and comes out of whatever pose she’s in and goes to give him a kiss
  • And she teases him when she notices that he’s holding himself back, because she knows that he’s trying to contain the Beast

Jumin

  • MC did ballet, so Jumin suspected she was flexible as was
  • However, he’d never actually watch MC practice
  • One day, remarkably, Jumin finished work early and came home to find that MC was in the dance studio warming up
  • She did once of those dancers splits, where she was standing with one hand on the bar, leaned forward, and made her legs into a straight, vertical line
  • MC continued to stretch and warm up, until she noticed Jumin standing in the door watching her
  • She smiled for him and offered to show him a demonstration of what he could do and Jumin gladly took a seat and simply watched her work her magic
  • Until this moment, Jumin had known that MC was strong, flexible, and elegant, but seeing the three things put together at once as she practiced truly made Jumin’s eyes sparkle in awe of her
  • Of course the woman he loves is perfect, but this just makes her even more perfect
  • After this, Jumin makes it a point to come watch her practice at least once a week

Saeyoung

  • They were having a dare off and Saeran ran for cover
  • MC had dared Saeyoung to do a handstand without using a wall, which he had, to her surprise, pulled off, but not for long
  • So he dared MC to feed herself with her feet
  • It took some maneuvering, careful balance, and holding a spoon just right, but MC was able to feed her self soup with only her feet
  • Saeyoung had suspected at her flexibility due to *ahem* other activities, but now he’s really curious
  • After that, he starts daring MC to do a bunch stretches and poses that are really hard to do, just to see how far she can go (i.e. putting her feet behind her head and so on)
  • In the end, he’s actually kind of flustered, because MC catches on and lets him know that, if he’s really so curious, he could’ve just asked
  • She even offers to give a special demonstration, if he’s interested
A Simple Suggestion - Ch.5

Originally posted by paris-mystere

A Simple Suggestion
Summary: Breaks from patrol often allow time for Ladybug and Chat Noir to talk and be themselves. But when a silly joke starts to seem all that…well, not silly, the two find themselves considering something neither of them had ever before: moving in together. The tricky part is still keeping their identities a secret.
Rated: T+
Pairing(s): Ladybug/Chat Noir, Adrien/Marinette

Chapter 5 - A Deal
Word count: 6,192
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Finding out that the beautiful apartment she’d had her hopes set on had been taken was disappointing, to say the least.

With a sigh, Marinette flopped down onto her bed and frowned deeply into her pillow. She couldn’t believe it. She and Chat had been so ready to move, and they had been sure that apartment had been the one for them…but they had acted too late.

Someone else—whoever that person, or people, may be—had beaten them to the punch.

She and Chat Noir really should have sealed the deal sooner. While they both were still so new to the whole apartment-hunting business, Marinette really hadn’t expected their apartment to go to soon.

(Well, it wasn’t “theirs.” It never really had been.)

Chat Noir had done his best to comfort her. She was still sad, though. It really had been perfect.

The apartment was large with a homey feel, had a beautiful garden terrace and two bedrooms big enough to keep her sewing supplies and a queen-sized bed, as well as being in a safe location with a view overlooking the Seine. All of those were nice qualities, of course, but her favorite attribute of the apartment was its spacious living room with floor-to-ceiling windows. She could imagine herself sitting on the couch, sketching and listening to her favorite music as sunlight streamed in like golden wisps of warmth onto the hardwood floor…

She daydreamed about it extensively. What it would be like to live there, to wake up in the morning and open the burgundy curtains to a view of the sunrise over the city. She would make a pot of coffee for her and Chat Noir. Maybe she’d even pick up breakfast at her parent’s bakery and bring it home for them to share because they made the best pastries. Perhaps she’d do some yoga in the living room—there was certainly enough space—and after she could take a shower in one of the two pristine bathrooms before spending the day relaxing on the terrace.

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Kevamie headcanons

Some Kevamie hcs

-Jamie is shorter than Kevin he is very smol
- Kevin gives no fricks about PDA but Jamie struggles to even hold hands in public
- Kevin comes to all of Jamie’s performances and is a huge embarrassment
- “THE BEST ACTOR WAS MY BOYFRIEND” “KEVIN STOP” “NEVER”
-Kevin said I love you first
-it was their three month anniversary and they were heading home and he just “I love you Jay”
-Jamie blushed and stuttered “I-I l-lo-ve you too K-Kevin”
-it took Kevin a few seconds to process this
-Kevin tried to teach Jamie how to dance
-it didn’t work
-he can waltz though
-that’s it
- Jamie’s mom loves Kevin
-they first met in a very awkward way
- Kevin was doing yoga in the living room and Jamie’s mom just let herself in
- Kevin fell
- Jamie was confused and worried
- his mom embarrasses him all the time
- Kevin has a little sister and she loves Jamie like a brother
- they both wear eyeliner
-Kevin’s is fabulous and winged
- Jamie’s is Emo and an old theatre habit

The Anti-Valentine’s Day Party

It’s heeeeeere. Happy Valentine’s Day @myst-l-vie​ from your no longer secret valentine! Fluff is not my strong suit but hopefully you enjoy this. <3

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-x-

“You’re still coming to the party tonight, right?”

Emma rolls her eyes, stabbing at her phone to put it on speaker and tossing it onto her passenger seat. “I’m just leaving the liquor store. Yes, I’ll be there,” she assures Ruby, carefully placing the bag of booze on the passenger side floor with a pleasant clinking of bottles.

“Is Elsa coming with you?”

Emma wrinkles her nose, clicking her seat belt into place and shoving the keys into the ignition. “She’s doing something with Liam.”

“Killian’s brother Liam? When did that happen?”

“Like a week ago? Killian forgot his jacket, and his brother was with him when he stopped by the apartment. Elsa was doing yoga in the living room. Apparently they go to the same studio, but he goes on Tuesday and she goes on Wednesday, and they just started going on and on while Killian and I stood there staring at them like the insane people they are. They decided to go together on Monday, and I sort of haven’t seen much of her since.”

“Huh.” Ruby’s surprise is evident in her response, but then she adds, “Wait, Killian forgot his jacket? How does someone forget their jacket when it’s negative ten?”

Emma groans, because she knows this tone of voice, and she knows exactly how Ruby is going to react. “I might have been wearing it, and I fell asleep.”

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mountain tea bought straight off the side of the road. it has a subtle taste but definitely hits the spot. coming from australia we can rarely bring any food home but now we live in the uk this baby is coming back with me 🌿🍵✨

in llogara, albania with yoga adventure retreats & outdoor albania

Hi guys! Welcome to day 8 of the chakra challenge! We have worked on our root and on our sacral chakra, which I personally found very healing. It was the first time working on my sacral and so many things I had repressed from a long time ago actually started coming up so i could finally see them :-)

Today we will work on our solar plexus chakra & I am so excited for this one. I tried my best to add as many exercises I could so we can all raise our confidence 💛

Symptoms of imbalanced solar plexus chakra: 

  • Lack of confidence
  • Lack of energy, fatigue
  • Difficulty in starting (procrastination)
  • People pleasing 
  • Afraid of being in the spotlight
  • Doubting yourself 

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a/n: someone go request Johsnavi building an IKEA shelf to @midnigtartist so I can cry over this crossover ship (maybe one of 2 crossovers I actually really love). Also for my dear @lilldov; love what you love boo.
Summary: Johsnavi gets a new shelf, Johan is not impressed.
warning: implied ending ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
w/c:~1.4

“Its here.” Usnavi smiled opening the door, there was a large brown box about the same height as he was sitting there. He patted the Ikea box a few times before dragging it inside while Johan sat on the couch. “Babe!” He called out struggling with the heavy contents of the box. “Babe?” Usnavi called huffing and breaking a soft sweat. Johan didn’t answer; he was concentrating on his next big Etsy item. He was stringing hand blown glass beads through recycled wire and was going to sell them as part of an elaborate light fixture.

Aka, the house smelled like hot ass because Johan was using the stovetop to blow glass. Usnavi mumbled a soft ‘cono’ as he heaved the box inside. Which a lot of struggle and his already overly strained back aching he managed to get it in, and he wasn’t going to lie. It felt kind of good to get it in on his own, “Who needs a six foot boyfriend, cuando soy el machismo! (when I am the most macho!)” Even to that, Usnavi got no answer. Finally he walked over to Johan watching as he struggled to string a bead on to the wire several times before he grabbed his hands. “You’re helping me put together the cabinet, bello~”

Johan’s face turned into a pout. “You know I don’t support the mass production of wood products without sourcing where and how they got their lumber and materials. For all I know the Sweds are going to rainforests and outsourcing their products to countries where small children and women are paid half a cent in factories.”

A deadpanned silence formed between them as Usnavi’s brain worked for an answer that wasn’t just confused Spanish. “Well…Ikea shit is pretty crappy sometimes; I don’t even think its real wood. I think they just wet and mush up sawdust and make it into wood.”

Johan rubbed his chin for a second, “that is an alternative I can get behind I suppose.” Not really but Johan loved his man plus when Usnavi got handy that meant.

Usnavi chucked his hat off. Oh yes, Johan did like that.

Usnavi shrugged off his button up and was left in a white tank top. Large arms exposed as he hoisted his pants a little higher and started unboxing their new, soon to be bookshelf to hold all of Usnavi’s albums he inherited off Abuela that were collecting dust under the bed and all of Johan’s yoga and healthy living magazines.

While Johan enjoyed the view; Usnavi started meticulously setting the pieces that seemed to match in piles, the bags of screws and bolts together. He started to dig around for a bit then paused. “Johan mind pulling the rest of it out, I gotta find the screwdriver. From the looks of it we’re going to need one.”

While Usnavi went hunting for his tools, Johan started pulling out the pieces, he didn’t think to take the paper at the bottom of the box before folding the box up to be recycled later. When Usnavi returned with screwdriver in hand, Johan had to admit the small man looked exceedingly handsome with his tools of masculinity. “Alright, babe hand me the instructions.”

“Hm?” Johan muttered sitting crossed leggied on the floor. “Oh… I dunno I didn’t see it in the box.”

“Ok, where’s the box”

“I took it to the recycle” Johan beamed, having done a chore and correctly without being told. Surely Usnavi would praise him—

“…you…threw out the box and the instructions? CONO JOHAN HOW—“ He began to raise his voice and immediately Johan’s beaming smile melted into a somber frown, his eyes seemed to grow five times their usual shape. Usnavi was weak to that puppy dog pout, his angry insides unfurled and he slowly exhaled. “Its fine, I mean how hard could Ikea furniture be without…instructions…”

3 hours and Usnavi was beside himself. 

The pieces were all over the place, he broke 2 sweats in the process of trying to force to pieces together. Johan stayed out of his hair, once Usnavi was determined there wasn’t much for him to do other than pass him pieces and screws as he growled between Spanish curses. Finally when he had something that looked like a desk frame rather than a bookshelf, Usnavi had stopped for a second. “-N-Not bad…” He placed the screwdriver on the top of the ‘desk’ of a bookshelf they had going and watched as the compromising frame shook…then collapsed like a Jenga tower. “MALDITA SEA, CONASO!” He swore and kicked a piece out of frustration. His anger only spiked when he found he kicked a corner and felt the sharp pains shoot up his leg. “FFF—“ He clenched a fist and started to limp to the kitchen. He needed a drink, immediately.

Johan stared for a second and then calmly and silently crawled up to the pile of wood panels and lifted one up. He ran his hand up and down the smooth surface and nodded. He kept rubbing the wood for some time, Usnavi eventually after taking a few sips of Presidente beer caught him and was …slightly confused. “Did I just interrupt you having an affair with a shitty piece of wood?”

“Shh, I’m concentrating, feeling what this panel wants to be, where they want to go.” He hummed softly, closing his eyes as he got a little too sensual with the wood for Usnavi’s taste.

“Anja.” He blinked, “Look I’m thinking of just googling instructions. I’m giving myself a headache and…you’re freaking me out.” Usnavi sighed a bit defeated, time to search at the mercy of the internet and all of its answers. While Usnavi went to the bedroom, pulling up his old Dell laptop to his lap he wondered how long it would take Johan to stop being weird? He hoped it was before he got a splinter on his cheek.

A few minutes of typing and Johan leaned up against the door frame holding a couple of books. “Babe, do you want the books to be arranged in a certain order?”

Usnavi looked up from the laptop, “Um…what are you talking about?” He eyed Johan a bit.

“The books” he held up on of the albums. “This one is Nina’s do you want this next to the others or?”

“Where are you going to put them we need a bookshelf.”

“We have one, the Ikea one? Remember?”  Johan arched an eyebrow somewhat confused where this conversation was going.

“Yes, the one I’m trying to look for instructions but the damn name is in Swedish.” Usnavi made a hand motion towards his computer screen.

“Oh…well I got it more or less.” Johan shrugged then left to figure out the book arrangement on his own. Usnavi stared at the doorway for a good long second, the gears in his brain trying to process what exactly was being said right now. He got up, his mind and body moving through the haze of disbelief.

“Holy shit.” Usnavi blinked finding the nice, white bookshelf completely assembled. He walked over to it and gave it a shake feeling how sturdy it was. “Johan…you did this?”

The man nodded, having pulled his fro back into a bun with a screwdiver promptly sticking out of it to keep it from getting in the way. Johan did enjoy his pocketless, tight yoga pants too much to change into more build-suitable attire. “Yup, once I calmed down and tried to make sense of the pieces it all came together harmoniously.”

Usnavi felt a rush of emotion, mostly heat, flood his face. Johan…for all his puppy dog eyes and weird eccentrics he was a fairly capable man when Usnavi needed him the most. He was strong…dependable, all of his oddities were charming cherries on top of a very big catch on Usnavi’s part. “Heh…” He smirked. “So…you took out the recycle, you built a bookshelf and you’re arranging the books for me?” Usnavi counted off the tasks with his fingers. “Are you asking for a good time or are you just being a tease?”

“Hm?” Johan arched his brow unsure what he meant, “a good time, what do you mean…” he took notice Usnavi’s expression was half lidded, his smile coy. He knew exactly what that expression was. “Ah, well I also made the bed this morning.”

“Oh really~?”

“Yes, I can…show you how I made the bed.”

Johan abandoned his books and went in for a kiss, “thank you” Usnavi muttered between his lips.

There’s Something About Ruby

Summary: 

Usnavi is tired of Ruby flirting with Johan 

Authors note: 

Special thanks to @hamiltonhistory and @limpblotter for getting me sucked into this ship. [1] based off of an @limpblotter headcannon


 

California wasn’t like New York. It was far hotter. The only time Usnavi remembered when his feet burnt this much on the sand was when he vacationed back to the Dominican Republic with Johan for his birthday seven months ago. California wasn’t as hot as Dominican soil, but it was pretty dang close. Another thing that was different about California was all the hipster tourists who either sunbathed on the beaches or walked around the boardwalk with a sparkle in their eye and some kind of iced drink in their hand. Sure, there were hipsters in New York, but they were easy enough to avoid. All you had to do was stay away from places like Times Square or Broadway. In California, the pest problem wasn’t mice or roaches, but rather tourists. But, the biggest difference between California and New York was Usnavi didn’t have the support of his family. California felt like a foreign land with strange people that Usnavi didn’t really know very well, Johan’s family. Now, this wasn’t the first time that Usnavi had come to California. He had been there twice before. During these visits, he met Johan’s sister, Rainbow, and her beautiful family. Jack was adorable, Diane made him laugh. He had helped Junior with his Spanish homework (apparently his spanish teacher didn’t appreciate the swear words Usnavi  had taught Junior), and Zoey was more than eager to hear about eccentric New York fashion. Little did he know, Dre’s family had also moved in with the Johnson family. Dre was nice and the two had a few things in common, however, Usnavi didn’t trust Dre’s parents at all, especially Ruby.  

The reason why Usnavi felt he couldn’t trust her was because Ruby turned down coffee. But, it wasn’t just any coffee. It was the coffee that Usnavi had brought from home and made himself… No good person would turn down Abuela’s recipe. It was at this moment that Usnavi knew that he had to keep an eye on this woman. The next thing, and arguably the most infuriating thing, was that Ruby couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of Johan. On their first morning there, Usnavi woke up to the sound of Ruby’s voice radiating down the halls, finding Usnavi’s room, and promptly waking him up. She was making less than appropriate comments about Johan while he was doing his morning yoga. In New York, Johan would do yoga naked in their living room leaving nothing to the imagination. Usnavi’s eyes snapped open and he bolted down the stairs only to find Johan doing yoga in a tank top and sweats. Every day after, Usnavi would force himself awake at ungodly hours to make sure nothing funny happened between Johan and Ruby.

Ruby’s closeness to Johan didn’t stop there. The two acted like close friends. Over the course of the week, Ruby had tagged along on dates that were supposed to be exclusively for Johan and Usnavi. When they got coffee one morning, she had said nothing about Johan’s long, overly complicated coffee order, but she did say Usnavi’s order was too bland. At a poetry slam, she had cheered for Johan, her voice drowned out Usnavi’s own. Usnavi had tried to write a poem for Johan that he was going to say at the slam. But by the end of a night filled with Ruby shamelessly flirting with Johan,  he tucked the poem away in his pocket in a crumpled ball. Ruby’s overly loud personality and his own lack of sleep put Usnavi in a sour mood for the rest of the week, and Johan started to notice. Johan would try to give Usnavi affection, but he had shrugged off every hug, nuzzle, and kiss Johan gave him. Johan was getting desperate, not getting the attention he was used to, and planned on asking Usnavi to join him and Ruby for a wine tasting. He had turned Johan away exclaiming he had a headache. Johan didn’t know what to do. He was too scared of Ruby to turn her down, but he felt his Usnavi drifting away from him. Rainbow suggested that the whole family could go to the beach. Johan could talk to Usnavi in private there. After all, Usnavi loved spending time near the water and Usnavi was more than happy to get out of the house.

However, Usnavi was far from stress free. He was sitting on a beach towel watching Johan play chicken with his nephews and Diane. Diane and Jack were on top laughing and trying to push each other off of Johan and Junior’s shoulders. The scene would have been endearing, if it wasn’t for a certain woman’s voice breaking the serenity of the beach.

“Mm-mm, that Johan is looking fine over there without a shirt confining him like a prison.” She said fanning herself with a magazine. “Lord knows a body like that is sinful. Show me what you got, baby!”  

Usnavi turned deep red and pursed his lips in anger. Johan was his! Nobody else was allowed to look at Johan the same way Usnavi did! His fingers curled around Johan’s shirt and the towel that was sitting next to him and clutched it so hard that his knuckles turned white. He cursed in spanish under his breath as he marched from his spot in the sand to the water glaring at the woman commenting on his man’s body. A father covered his daughter’s ears with a gasp after hearing Usnavi call Ruby a “fucking puta”.

When Usnavi reached the water, Diane had finally managed to knock Jack off of Junior’s shoulders causing both of them to hit the water. Johan and Diane cheered for their victory. But when Johan saw Usnavi waiting for him where the water met the land, he playfully tossed Diane into the water and waded back to where his boyfriend was waiting.

“Navi, do you finally want to go swimming? I love swimming in the ocean.  You know, the salt is a good natural exfoliator for your skin. Plus, sea salt is a better alternative to corporate salt mines and-”

Usnavi stopped him by holding the shirt in his face. “Jo, put on a shirt. You’re going to get sunburned.” He muttered taking advantage of the fact that they forgot sunscreen.

Johan took the shirt and put it on after toweling himself off. He knew that Usnavi was upset. Usnavi didn’t realize it, but he really did wear his emotions on his sleeves. After a year, Johan knew exactly what to look for. Puffed out cheeks? Check. Not looking Johan’s eyes? Double check. Playing with his hands? Yup. Johan took Usnavi’s hands into his own and kissed his tense knuckles.

“Let’s get some coffee up at the boardwalk.”

Usnavi was about to protest. He was going to say something about how maybe Johan should ask Ruby instead! But, Johan knew Usnavi better than anyone and turned up the charm. He cupped Usnavi’s cheek and leaned down to kiss him on top of his head.

“Para mi, Navi? Por favor?” Damnit. Johan had been trying to learn Spanish recently when he had decided that he was staying in New York for good after a bitter fight between him and Usnavi. Hearing Johan speak his language, the language of everything he found special in his life, made Usnavi weak and found himself agreeing with Johan.

The two of them walked up to the nearest coffee shop on the boardwalk, a place called Coffee on the Boardwalk, despite Usnavi’s protests of there being too many tourists. After ten minutes, the two of them ordered. Johan got a organic, dark chocolate latte in a porcelain cup with a splash of almond milk, raw honey, shaken after being filtered four times, alkaline water ice cubes, and fat free soy whip [1]. Usnavi got a black dark roast. Johan gave him a sad smile. His Navi only got dark roast when he was in a sour mood. The two of them walked outside and sat on the patio furniture, so that they could listen to the sounds of the ocean. After a couple of minutes, Johan saw Usnavi start to relax and he reached across the table to hold Usnavi’s hand. He smiled softly and rubbed soft circles into Usnavi’s palm.

“What’s wrong?” he muttered. It was a conversation between the two of them. Private. Secure. Usnavi relaxed.

“Nothing.” Johan gave Usnavi a look. Usnavi sighed. “Alright, I guess I’m just upset with the way Ruby is looking at you. She’s stealing you away from me.” He stopped for a moment trying to keep it together. All of his troubles and worries he had been bottling up inside were overflowing and rushing out at once. A couple of tears escaped his eyes and slid down his cheeks. He closed his eyes and pulled his hand away from Johan’s and pulled them into his lap.  “This week was supposed to be special, Jo. I had a lot planned that didn’t work out. I was going to… Carajo. . I wrote a poem and everything, and she just-”   

Usnavi stopped when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him. He put his head on Johan’s shoulder and wept into it. All of the stresses of the week slowly rolled off his shoulders as Johan whispered to him in soft French that Usnavi couldn’t understand. The moment felt so intimate… Usnavi felt protected, secure, endeared… Usnavi felt loved. Once he had stopped crying, Johan wiped the lingering tears away with a calloused thumb.

“Usnavi, mon amour, I love you more than life itself and nothing is going to change that.” Johan rested his forehead on Usnavi’s. “You’re my Navi, and I’m yours. I would never let anyone take that from us. Je T'aime, so much.”

Usnavi wrapped his arms around Johans neck and pulled him in for a long, innocent kiss. “Te amo.” he whispered back afterwards. Ruby wouldn’t be the first woman to hit on Johan, and she wouldn’t be the last. But, no matter what happened, Usnavi knew that he was the home Johan would return to, and that would never change.