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My sweet NB,
I hope you have a fantastic birthday filled with all the awesome crack fic you can handle. I am so thankful to call you a friend and to have had the chance to meet you in person. You are a fantastic and I luff you. I just want you know I attempted to write you crack and all that came out was this...

Roses are awesome
Violets are whack
I love watching Harry
Shove his cock in Draco’s crack

And I give you this but of fluff instead.
Love, Robyn


Thank you Zigster for making it commalicious and thank you Yogagal for the prompts.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, make no money and all that jazz...SM has the rights to that.


-Cloudy
We’re at a park, flying a kite.
Why?
Because I have never been able to say no to the boy who stole my heart when his blue eyes met mine over a Bunsen burner in Freshman Biology.
It’s cloudy, misty, and windy which, according to Jasper, is the perfect weather for this adventure.
I sit on the blanket, huddled in my jacket watching him indifferently until he looks at me.
A red flush stains his cheeks and his eyes sparkle with mirth.
In that moment I know there is nothing I won’t do to keep that look on his face.

-Elephant
Our fist “date” was to a carnival, but in reality we were meeting up with a group of friends.
All of us hung out for a bit until the others started looking for girls from school; that’s when Jasper and I took our leave.
The next few hours were absolute perfection: a Ferris wheel ride, a shared funnel cake and an elephant I won him playing ring toss.
It was huge, gaudy but it still sits in the corner of our room.
The animal does nothing for the sleek décor in our loft but Jasper refuses to part with it.

-Antique
My favorite memories are at the antique piano in our sitting area.
My fingers flying across the ivoryes is how I show what I feel.
When words fail me, music doesn’t.
The first time I told Jasper “I love you” was with my own composition written for him.
We’d made love for hours. We were seventeen and alone in my parent’s home.
He watched me from the bed as I sat at the bench. When I started playing he got up and sat next to me.
Jasper’s damp, naked body pressed to mine, and he whispered, “I love you too.”

-Cajun
Jasper is a Southern boy from a loud, loving family and I am Northern, my family subdued.
My upbringing was so different from his.
Where he grew up on fried, spicy, and sweet, my palette was more refined.
Choosing not to attend our Senior prom, we had our own instead, in a hotel looking over the lake.
Jasper blindfolded me, told me to get ready to have my mind blown while pressing something against my lips.
Opening my mouth, my tongue ventured out and I immediately screamed, running to the sink and drinking copiously.
We never had Cajun food again.

-Gratuitous
As fired up as Jasper can get, my passive nature almost always calms the storm but sometimes my lack of emotion will rile him up even more.
My boy went through a phase where he watched porn and proceeded to want to try every position he saw.
When I refused to watch due to the gratuitous nudity, he was upset.
After much overdue arguing and a few tears we got to the heart of the issue.
Jasper thought he needed to be more flexible, better in bed, acrobatic even to keep me forever.
Buried inside him later, I promised eternity.

-Race
Jasper is now running the length of the field, trying to get his kite in the air.
My sides ache as I continue to laugh at the spectacle he is making of himself.
When he yells out my name, I shake my head, not wanting any part of it.
I might indulge his child side but making a fool of myself is where I draw the line.
Suddenly, he gets that gleam in his eye and I know what is coming, so I sprint away.
It’s a race and he is gaining on me.
Jasper tackles me to the ground.

-Music
I am smiling up at him, loving the feel of his body on mine, even if we are at a park.
“Help me,” he says while kissing me.
“Why?” I ask, biting his lip gently.
“Because you love me,” he whispers.
“Forever,” I tell him, hugging him tightly before he pulls me up with him.
Hand in hand we walk over to where the abandoned kite lies while I hum the music that I wrote for him so long ago.
Shaking my head, I help him get it into the sky.
It’s all worth it when he smiles at me.

-Glasses
Over dinner, I tell him how happy he has made me, how much his love has shaped me into the man I am.
While his eyes glisten in the candlelight, I thank him for changing my life with one tentative brush of his pinkie against mine on a Ferris wheel twenty years ago.
“I love you so much, Edward,” he says, reaching across the table, taking my hand in his.
“I love you too.”
His fingers tighten; it is so rare for me to say the words.
“Forever,” I whisper passionately.
As our glasses clink together we promise at least twenty more.