#he feels like a white choco marshmallow <3

[hopetofantasy]

Culture, parallels & meta - S3 E3

Zaterdag 08:10

Perfect parallel: An upset Robbe being little spoon to Noor this episode, him being a relaxed little spoon to Sander in the last one.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Moyo has half eaten wafers cookies on his bed. Between the cellphone time and timestamp, it took Robbe five minutes to get dressed and to the beach. The beautiful angel pendant makes its first appearance.

Bonus: This cinematography trick of using a wide shot with nobody else in the sight, makes us actually feel how lonely Robbe actually is. 

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Zaterdag 08:23

C is for culture: “Vamanos” - As you may have noticed, Flemish has a lot of words that aren’t typically Dutch. These are called ‘leenwoorden’ (= ‘borrowing words’). In some cases, the language has made the word its own, with their conjugation or sound (like barbecue - barbecuet - or e-mail - ge-e-maild), other times the expression is copied completely (like smartphone or laptop). There are various reasons as to why people don’t want to change it: globalization, wanting to be more vague/cool, general laziness, ...

Perfect parallel: 

Sander’s playful “Are you the manager?” and “That’ll be zero stars on Booking.com” to Robbe when they meet in this episode, Sander’s sheepish “Zero stars on Booking.com” and Robbe’s pointed “Where is that manager when you need him?”, when they have their fall-out in a later episode. 

Sander saying “When I booked this room, I explicitly asked for room-service” here and him actually booking a room with room-service for the both of them later on.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Jens’ keyboard is lying on top of the closet. Sander grabbing his keys (to his car?).

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Zaterdag 08:44

C is for culture: The option to use self-scanning is pretty common in Belgian supermarkets, especially in shop-and-go city stores. You pick up the scanner, scan the stuff you buy, go to a counter, pay and walk out with your groceries. A sales assistant is still present to help out with problems or do random routine checks. It’s fast, easy and cost-efficient. The downside? Shoplifting becomes a bit easier this way.

That’s character: Sander is putting up a ‘cool guy, devil may care’ facade. He jokes about not scanning everything, dismisses Amber’s list, whirls the shopping cart around and sings David Bowie to this boy. He wants to make a lasting impression on Robbe. If he’s the most charming, chaotic and adventurous version of himself, then he doesn’t have to think about other stuff like his own crumbling relationship. (Also the reason why he doesn’t answer the question about Amber: they simply met through Britt). As the boxes fall down, so does Sander’s tough exterior, as he never intended to hurt Robbe by playing around in the supermarket.

Robbe’s clumsiness meter: +3, he almost topples off the cart twice and drops the chocolate bars on the floor. (The crash with Sander isn’t his fault though)

Oopsie: 

Sander is wearing a leather jacket, but we don’t see it in the previous clip. Either he left it in his car or it’s an ‘oopsie’.

When Sander accidentally tosses Robbe into the boxes, we hear glass breaking. However, in the next shot, the boxes seem to empty (and they were supposed to be filled with chips, which don’t make that sound).

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Sander is wearing black Converse. They bought Jupiler beer. Robbe pulls out ‘Delhaize’ Biscuit chocolate bars and Florentin cookies.

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Zaterdag 13:13

C is for culture: "Croques” - The word ‘croque’ is an abbreviation for ‘croque monsieur’ (= ‘crunch mister’). These are grilled ham-and-cheese sandwiches, a typical greasy snack at taverns, markets, carnivals, your home, ... Other versions include the ‘croque madame’ topped with a fried egg, ‘croque bolognese’ with bolognese sauce, ‘croque hawai’ with a pineapple slice.

That’s character: It’s clear that Robbe has no idea how to eat properly. All throughout the season he eats unhealthy breakfasts (choco spread with cookies), snacks (chips, cookies) and dinners (Aïki noodles, frozen lasagna). But here we see the reason: he doesn’t seem to know how to cook or work a stove. Exactly why he buys prepackaged or instant food options. So, it’s probably for the best that Zoë helps out his eating habits.

Perfect parallel:

Robbe making an unhealthy breakfast in the previous episode, Sander providing him with an unhealthy snack in this one. (The way to a man’s heart is through the stomach)

Britt’s condescending “Listening to David Bowie again?” in this episode, her calling Robbe his next obsession similar to David Bowie later on. 

Sander’s “Do you know where I can find the coffee?” to Robbe in an earlier scene and his “Was coffee on the list?” to Amber here.

Robbe’s clumsiness meter: +2, he stumbles backwards after Sander touches his shoulder and burns himself after turning the ‘croque’.

Nod to the OG: This kitchen scene is the equivalent of the ‘5 fine frøkner’ scene, as Sander sings his favorite song to Robbe and makes breakfast, whilst both flirt with each other (subtly).

Oopsie: They supposedly went to ‘Delhaize’ for all their groceries, but the ketchup bottle comes from ‘Carrefour’ and the butter from ‘Colruyt’. 

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Sander messes up the first words to ‘Under Pressure’ - it’s ‘pressure’ not ‘under pressure’. He mixes the weed with tobacco for his joint. The conflict on Sander’s face at the end.

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Zondag 16:34

C is for culture: "What kind of shit question is this?” - They’re playing ‘De Slimste Mens ter wereld’ (= ‘The smartest human on earth’), a board game by the popular Flemish television show with the same name. The quiz is very challenging. People have to solve associative, general knowledge and out-of-the-box questions with multiple answers in different rounds. Points are awarded in the form of seconds, which are used during the game. The candidate with time left at the end, wins.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The group is drinking white wine out of plastic cups. Sander studied at ‘de!Kunsthumaniora’, the same school as Noor. Sander’s wearing his combat boots again.

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Maandag 15:12

C is for culture: Aaron is wearing a bunny costume for the paintball game ‘Hunt the bunny’. This is usually played by people on a bachelor party or a corporate team building (with the groom/boss as the bunny). The goal is simple: the bunny has to cross the field from one corner to another, whilst the hunters shoot as much paintballs as possible to ‘kill’ it. Which is... rather painful, especially at close range. 

Oopsie: What they’re doing is actually illegal or even impossible. People aren’t allowed to play paintball in protected environments, like dunes. Unless they’re doing it with a specialized organization who’s trained for these games (and are present at the time of playing) or have the written permission from the ‘Agency of Nature and Forest’, the police, the city, ... There is a whole heap of permissions, administrative papers and laws to deal with. 

Lost in translation: Britt saying “Doe normaal” (= “Act normal”) has nothing to do with her dismissing Sander’s mental health. This Flemish phrase is often used to calm people down, telling them that they’re acting rather irrationally or childish. It’s an angry way of saying “Can’t you behave yourself? Calm down. What are you doing? Be rational!”. 

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The blue and red flags tells us that they’re going to play ‘capture the flag’. Some of the ‘pfff’ gun sounds you hear, indicate that the air pressure needs to be checked. Moyo took off his protection mask, which is dangerous and sometimes considered a foul during the game.

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Dinsdag 20:02

C is for culture: "Do you know how to make s’mores?” - Toasting marshmallows above a campfire, isn’t really a tradition in Belgium. So that’s why the girls don’t know how to make s’mores. 

Lost in translation: ’Smoor’ is a Flemish dialect word for smoke or the act of smoking. It does sound a lot like ‘s’mores’. This is why Luca thinks Aaron wants to hold the marshmallow into the fire. 

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Of course Robbe had nothing to lose with Noor, he wasn’t actually interested in her. With Sander, however, Robbe doesn’t dare to do anything.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Aaron is drinking ‘Bock’ beer. Amber looks at Aaron like she really likes him, when he’s preparing the s’mores.

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Woensdag 20:42

C is for culture: 

“An old german bunker” - The province of West-Flanders as well as its coast still has a lot of remnants left from WWI. From German bunkers to trench-networks, burial sites and museums, the 'Great war’ left its traces. Unsurprisingly, every year, people still find around 300 tons of (active) bombs underneath the fields.

“Around ‘All Souls’ Day’ they come back to life” - ‘All Souls’ Day’ is a christian holiday on the 2nd of November, on which the dead are commemorated. However, since that day isn’t an official holiday in Belgium, people visit the graves and honor of their loved ones on the 1st of November, ‘All Saint’s Day’. 

The group drinking ‘jenever’ shots - ‘Jenever’ (known in English as ‘Dutch gin’ or ‘genever’) is a traditional liquor in Belgium and the Netherlands. Young people usually drink these colored, high percentage spirits at Christmas markets, pre-drinks or parties when it’s cold outside. Different flavors include vanilla, chocolate, berries, lemon, apple, ...

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The wooden panel behind Jens says ‘Volg de pijlen’ (= ‘Follow the arrows’). Aaron and Amber are holding hands after their fall. Robbe downs a chocolate-cream ‘jenever’ shot at the end. 

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Woensdag 21:53

Perfect parallel: Robbe lashing out at his friends in this episode - he feels left out and confused about his sexuality - and blames the pranks. Him doing the same in the next - he thinks his friends are hypocrites by saying homophobic comments to him yet defending the gay teacher - and blames the vlogs. 

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The second living room has a spinning disco light.

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Donderdag 21:12

C is for culture:

“In dat jeugdhuis” - A ‘jeugdhuis’ (= ‘youth house’) is a meeting place, run by young volunteers. All teens and young adults are welcome to hang out, throw parties, drink at their bar, organize concerts, attend workshops - just making the space their own. 

“He sounded like a begging Romanian” - Luca is referring to Romanian Romani families, who roam around in the streets of Brussels begging for some money. These ethnic groups have a mostly negative image amongst the Europeans. Which is why she states this harsh and hurtful comparison.

Perfect parallel: Noor asking Robbe for a playlist so she can listen to his favorite songs here, Sander actually making a Bowie playlist for Robbe in the next episode.

Lost in translation: Luca is mocking the West-Flemish dialect by copying what the boy said, namely “Moe’en julder ok ‘n flyer ‘ennen?”. This dialect is known for blowing their ‘g’ and ‘h’ so that they sound similar, conjugating their 'yes’ or ‘no’, having double subjects, seemingly swallowing some letters, among other things. It’s one of the most confusing and difficult dialects for the Flemish to understand themselves.

Oopsie: When Aaron asks Amber if she needs a drink, Britt and Sander are dancing right behind him. When she answers and walks away, they’re suddenly gone, only to be seen again when Moyo walks over.

Nod to the OG/Wink to other remakes: The ‘call your girlfriend’ kiss, duh! 

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Jana is wearing one white contact lens.

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Vrijdag 08:43

Perfect parallel: 

Sander searching for coffee first thing in the morning earlier this episode and him pouring a cup before any task in this clip.

Sander’s “Maybe I’m scared that I will never find someone” here and Robbe’s multi-layered “I’m so happy that I found you” in the last episode.

Oopsie: When the boys walk to the recycling spot, the lighting changes from sunny to clouded to dark in a matter of seconds.

Funny coincidence: Sander referring to his relationship as ‘ups and downs’, probably similar to his experience with bipolarity.

Wink to other remakes: An almost kiss near trash, remind you of certain Italian boys?

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Amber delegating tasks, but doing nothing herself. Robbe smiles for a few milliseconds, because Sander touched him. The flash of panic in Robbe’s eyes afterwards.

[yoongiverse]

light the sky

summary: looking at the stars has always been normal for you and jungkook. 

pairing: jungkook x gender neutral!reader 

genre: fluff

rating: sfw

word count: 899

warnings: none!!

index: (y/n) means “your name”

song: light the sky by grace vanderwaal

author’s note: finally its out! here is jungkook’s birthday drabbble! i’m super super sorry its pretty short, but school has been kicking my butt lately. but don’t fret! “magic shop” is coming really soon along with more chapter of “bighit bitches”

jungkook lays along the bladed grass of his backyard, simply admiring the sky that rarely shows in his city. the white blinding stars dot along the dark cerulean sky, the moon laying in its crescent form at its peak. the clear deep cerulean blue swirls along with the blue-grey clouds.

you gaze at him through the tiny placed at your eye level in the kitchen of your shared house. “he looks peaceful,” you ponder as you fix two cups of hot chocolate. you figured it would be too late to have a cup of coffee or tea as it has caffeine in it (and surely you wouldn’t want an overactive jungkook at 3 in the morning while you’re trying to get back the slumber you missed from late nights at work) and would be too basic to bring out a cup of milk or water (it wasn’t special enough to drink with such a special occasion). 

breaking out of your little trance, you deem the two cups of hot chocolate good enough and garnish the cups with a few too many mini marshmallows. carefully grabbing the warm cups, you tow over to the sliding door. putting a singular cup aside, you open the door and grab the said cup before walking out to the patio.

“kook?” 

“hm”

“come over, i have your hot choco,” you coax him over gently. without a word, he gets up and pats off the dirt before he waddles over to you. 

“thank you” he says with a kiss to your cheeks and an incredibly soft eye smile that never fails to make your heartbeat irregularly. too shy to say anything, you bring your gaze up to his and place a smile you know he loves on your lips.

even after 2 years of dating, jungkook can’t help the blush that arises on his cheeks. he quickly moves his face to take a sip of his hot chocolate to hide the rosiness placed on his lovely cheeks. 

“it’s good (y/n),” he compliments as he continues to nurse his cup. you mindlessly nod, agreeing with him as the serene atmosphere clears your mind. 

“(y/n)?”

“yes?” 

“can we go watch the stars?” he asks with an outstretched hand. not having the heart to turn him down, you nod and take his hands. he gently laces your fingers as he lightly pulls you to the center of the little grass field placed behind the patio.

he gets down first and helps you down to your legs like a gentleman he is, not before he pulls you to his chest as he lays back down on the green. you lay on his left side, head tucked in between his neck close enough to hear the rhythmic beats of his heartbeat, arms placed neatly on top of his chest swirl incoherent shapes and words. 

you silently lay there with the love of your life, nothing more than the background noise of suburban seoul. no words are said, but it seems to you and him that no words need to be said. you both already know the thoughts wafting around in your conscience. 

sweet nothings like “i love them so much” or “i’m happy to be with them” float around through your heads. you both know each other so well, knowing the little differences in behavior that tells a new emotion or thought.

like his ever so cute head tilt when he’s confused or feeling unsure. or his habit of biting his nails whenever he’s nervous (which you’ve been trying to break. he has such nice hands, literally no reason to ruin it with such a silly habit). or how he picks at his face when he’s nervous or spacing out. 

you just know him too well to know his every little action and its meanings. just as how he knows you as if its on the back of his hand. 

like now, jungkook notices the calming of your breathing and the fluttering of your eyes. taking mind to your slumber, he parts your hair to the side as it was sitting uncomfortably in front of your closed eyes. but before he retracts his hand, he rests it on your cheeks lightly rubbing your soft cheek with his thumb. he moves his thumb rubs all along your cheek to your cute nose to your soft lips to pretty much anywhere and everywhere on your face.  

taking his hand off of your face, he neatly places it back to its original spot. “you won’t hear this… hopefully,” he begins.

“but, i love so much it hurts… i didn’t think a person could change my life so much, but look at you. you turned my life completely upside down.”

“you helped me through everything, even if its something as simple as fixing my tie before an awards show.”

“you were there even through the toughest time of our lives. i can’t imagine what you go through when i’m on tour for months on end, yet somehow you always put your problems aside and help me first.”

“your... my everything. you’re my reason to live. you’re the reason to keep going even when i’m at rock bottom. you’re the reason why i’m so happy.”

“to me it just seems that...”

“you light the sky for me, even when it is dark as hell,” he ends off with a kiss to your lips.

© 2020 yoongiverse. all rights reserved

[huangels]

well, you have me now - jeno

request: Requesting a jeno scenario! Where jeno's the son of a baker's and he works at part-time over there (which is your favoirte bakery) but since you were busy with school you couldn't visit him much so he misses you...?

a/n: ok but this request is so cute but i feel like the scenario i wrote isn’t cute enough im sorry ;(( (ps the scenario isn’t really 2.3k long i just had to be extra and add extra stuff lol)

summary: Having more time on your hands now that it is summer break, you decide to wander around your town. You stumble across a cute little bakery, where you meet Jeno. However, with the start of school, you visit the bakery less and less due to an overload of work, and Jeno misses your company.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 2.3k

The weather today is one that feels like a kiss of summer rather than the usual fiery heat of June. The sun is perched high up in the sky, blocked by white fluffy clouds shielding you from the harsh rays. There's a light breeze that carries the ends of your hair, making it casually sway from side to side. You're grateful the day isn't too hot because you would've suffered from the ripped jeans you're wearing now. A gush of wind blows through the holes of your jeans and flutters your plain red t-shirt, it's refreshing.

You walk down the streets of your small town and take in the summer air as you finally have some free time over break. You've never seen much of your town, having to drive to school then right back home to do homework, or stay in school for club meetings.

Small dainty shops are lined up side by side, all serving different purposes ranging from flower shops to hardware stores. You didn't even know your town had many of these shops. Curious, you walk into some of the stores, checking out what they're selling.

After a few window shopping adventures, you stop in front of a little shop that caught your eye. The outside is painted a warm beige with outlines of dark brown. The corners have intricate and elaborate designs, swirling towards the name of the shop: Lee's Bakery, in golden cursive writing.

Thinking that you can go for something to eat as of now, you reach for the handle and pull back. The scent of warm bread and sweet creams immediately draws you in, making your mouth water a bit.

Inside the bakery houses only a few of people, a college student off to the corner with the table covered with her laptop and textbooks, a couple to the other end who are chatting quietly, and a mother with her toddler, sharing a slice of chocolate cake.

An old man, around his 40s or 50s, greets you with a, "Welcome to Lee's Bakery."

You enjoy the aura the bakery gives off, it's warm and familiar, even if you've never visited this shop before.

Walking further in, you take a seat at the counter where the old man is wiping dry a few mugs.

"Would you like to order now?" the man asks, looking up from his glasses that are perched up on the tip of his nose.

"Not yet but can I have a menu please," you ask politely. The man sets down the mug and pulls a small laminated menu from the counter and slide it towards you. You thank him while picking it up to examine it. There's a variety of pastries and drinks listed in a simplistic manner.

《 LEE'S BAKERY  》ets. 1991

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drinks:

espresso...............................$4.30

cappucino.............................$4.00

cafe latte...............................$3.20

hot chocolate........................$2.00

tea.........................................$2.00

strawberry smoothie.............$4.50

*a cup of water is free

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pastries:

banana bread.......................$3.00

cupcake (choco, vnl)............$2.00

slice of cake.........................$5.00

muffin (berry, choco)............$2.75

crossiant..............................$4.00

bagel....................................$3.50

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You place the menu down and look up for the old man to order, but in his place is a much younger boy, probably around your age. He's wiping the counter with a rag. His black hair falls in front of his eyes as he works, he flips it away. From the angle you see him, the boy looks irritated, maybe even mad, as he's cleaning around the drink machines.

"Excuse me?" you say, waving your hand slowly to get the boy's attention. He glances up from his task at the counter to meet with your eyes, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Can I get a vanilla cupcake with a hot chocolate?" you order with a small smile. The boy wipes his hands on the front of his beige apron before nodding. You watch him as he quickly washes his hands at the back sink and starts making the hot chocolate, clicking some buttons on a machine. The boy nonchalantly pours in water from a picture into the top of the machine, closing the top, and waits for it to warm up.

You lean over the counter, with your head leaning on one of your hands.

"What's your name?" you ask out of the blue. The boy looks back at you and licks his lips, before answering.

"Jeno, Lee Jeno."

"Oh! Are you related to the man who works here?" you question, since they have the same last names.

"Yeah, he's my dad."

"That's cool that he owns a cute bakery that you work in."

Jeno mumbles someone under his breath, though you don't quite hear it clearly. A short silence flies by as the softly played cafe music fills the air.

"How long have you worked here?" you continue to ask. A beep signals that the water is ready and Jeno adds in the cocoa powder.

"All my life basically..." he answers looking down at his sneakers. You tilt your head to the side in confusion, it doesn't seem like Jeno is happy working here.

"Do you not enjoy working here with your family?"

"No, no. It's not that," he begins to say, leaning on the counter on one side. "It just gets really boring here, especially because not a lot of people come in. And my dad won't let me go on my phone so I don't have much to do a lot of times."

You nod, understanding his situation.  

"Well, my name is Y/N by the way," you introduce yourself, reaching a hand out. He stares at your out-stretched hand then takes it in his. The size difference causes you to chuckle a bit.

"Nice you meet you, Y/N," he says, seeming to test out the sound of your name. He smiles at it, causing his eyes to slim into two crescents. Your ears grow warm at his cute smile.

There's another beep letting Jeno know the hot chocolate is done. He pulls out a beige mug and sets it under the machine, pressing a couple buttons, before the steaming brown liquid pours out of an opening into the mug. It stops just below the rim.

Jeno grabs ahold of the mug, placing it on a matching plate.

"Do you want marshmallows in it?" he asks while carefully handing you the drink over the counter, not wanting to spill it on you.

"Please!" you respond a bit too quickly. He softly laughs before plopping a spoonful of mini marshmallows in your drink. They float around on top, some already starting to melt.

"Be careful, it's still really hot," Jeno warns. "I'll go prepare your cupcake in the kitchen. Be right back."

He's cute, you think to yourself with a shy smile. 

Soon, Jeno comes back with a vanilla cupcake on a small plate, a spoon also provided on the plate.

"Enjoy," he says, setting it down. You look at the sweet in front of you. It has white cream swirled on top with some marshmallows pushed in. You look up at Jeno, who has a matching shy smile.

"Since it seems light you like marshmallows," he explains, cheeks slightly tinted pink. You carve a piece out with your spoon and taste it. The sweetness coats your tongue, and you respond with a "mmm."

"Did you make this?" you ask, taking another bite. Jeno scratches the back of his neck, peering to his left.

"Yeah, I bake most of the pastries. My dad handles the profit and management and my mom cleans and decorates."

You look around at the little trinkets and painting hung symmetrically around the room.

"She's an artist, my mom. She painted every painting in here," Jeno brags for his mother with a proud smile. Your mouth forms an 'o' as you study the decorations once more. They are all done with oil paints, some of flowers or fruits, and others of people and scenery.

"They're beautiful! Tell her that she's really talented, though she probably knows," you laugh, continuing to feed yourself bites of the cupcake.

"If you come back again...you might be able to meet her and tell her yourself," Jeno offers after a hesitant cough. His arm returns to the back of his neck. 

"I would love to come back soon."

Jeno's face lights up at your reply with his signature eye smile. You guess he's excited that he finally has someone to talk to during his shifts in the bakery. So you decide to continue trying to get to know Jeno.

Hour pass as you and Jeno share more about each other. You converse about your preferences and favorite things while Jeno does the same. You learn that Jeno is home-schooled by his parents, taking classes online. Because of this, he doesn't have many friends and not many people visit the bakery, especially ones around his age. 

"Well, you have me now," you respond with a bright smile.

After that, each day for the rest of Summer break, you visit the bakery to see Jeno. The both of you talk more and become close friends, even exchanging numbers one visit.

The end of Summer vacation rolls around, which means you have to go back to school. Though for the most part of August and September, you still come to the bakery to hang out with Jeno. However, once your school work starts to pile up, you have no choice but to stay home or in school to do them.

One Thursday afternoon, when the school bell has just rung, you jog quickly to the library of your school. You have to meet up with your classmates for a group project. Being the first one to arrive, you take a seat at one of the big tables, pulling out your textbooks and project necessities.

A ding sounds from your phone as the librarian gives you a stern look. You bow your head a few times before switching your phone to silent.

The notification on the lock screen displays Jeno's name and a couple messages.

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From: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

hey Y/N!!

how come you haven't stopped by the bakery lately :((

[Read 3:02 PM 11/04/2018]

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To: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

sorry lee i've been busy with school work :'(

[Read 3:03 PM 11/04/2018]

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From: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

oh :((((

good luck tho!! fighting!

[Read 3:03 PM 11/04/2018]

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To: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

thanks ♡

i'll try to stop by later?

[Read 3:04 PM 11/04/2018]

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From: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

:D !!

[Read 3:04 PM 11/04/2018]

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A smile spreads across your face, as your friends finally arrive and take their seats around the table.

"What're you smiling at Y/N?" one of them, Haechan, asks with suggestive eyes and wiggly eyebrows.

"Nothing," you reply with a roll of your eyes. "Let's just get this project over with, I have somewhere to go afterward."

Almost three hours fly by as your group finishes most of the collaborative work, now leaving all 4 of you with individual work to do at home.

You quickly pack everything up, throwing all of your papers and books into your backpack without care. Shouting a quick goodbye and getting another strict look from the librarian, you race to the bakery, the route permanently engraved into your brain. The cool air fills up your lungs, stinging when you inhale.

The hanging sign of Jeno’s bakery comes into sight as you slow your pace, trying to catch your breath. You reach the door handle just as someone on the other side pulls it open. Slightly panting, you come face to face with Jeno, who is looking god-like in just casual black jeans and a white sweatshirt. A large jacket hangs on his free arm.

“Jeno,” you gasp, startled by the situation.

“Y/N! You made it! I was just going to go walk around the nature trail nearby because I’m on my break,” Jeno says, stepping out of the shop and closes the door. The chilly air is the total opposite compared to the weather on the day you first met Jeno. He slips his jacket on, pulling the sleeves over his hands to keep them warm.  

“Can I come?” you ask, stepping back so Jeno has enough room to exit the entry way.

“Of course silly.”

The both of you start walking down the street towards the sunset where a luscious nature walk is located in a large park. The November winds blow your long winter coat back, exposing your bare legs. You mentally curse to yourself for not wearing leggings under your school uniform skirt. Unconsciously, you scoot closer to Jeno for warmth.

“How’s school?” he makes small talk while looking down at you beside him.

“It’s alright, I mean my teachers are starting to assign of a lot of work because the semester is almost over and midterms are coming up. That’s why I haven’t been able to come visit you for a while. I don’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve seen you-,” you explain but gets cut off by Jeno.

“38 days.”

“What?” You look up at him, who is still staring down at you.

“It’s been 38 days… since you’ve last visited,” he says with a small smile. You nod with an inaudible “ohhh.” He’s kept count, you inwardly say, that’s adorable.

“That’s a long time, wow. I didn’t think it’s been that long,” you laugh while saying. You’ve been so caught up with school that time just flies by so quickly before you realize it.

“Yeah…It’s been super boring without you in there. I’ve resorted to reorganizing all of the mugs by size and color. There’s a lot of mugs in our cabinets if you didn’t know.”

“Aww Jeno, did you miss me that much,” you smile while knocking into him with your shoulder teasingly, causing Jeno to stumble away. He shuffles back to you, a little closer now.

“Yes, in fact I did miss you, a lot actually,” Jeno responds, looking down at his shoes and watching one step in front of the other. Unexpectedly, your heart flutters rapidly and you can feel the back of your neck warming up as well as the sides of your face. Somehow, the smile stretched upon your face can’t seem to stop.

“Well, I miss you too Jeno, more than you’ve missed me,” you say, linking your arms with his. Jeno’s head snaps towards your face and then to your now linked arms. He shakes his head before tugging his arm towards himself, which causes you to step closer.

“I don’t think that’s possible. I reorganized like 70 mugs Y/N. It was pointless but I did it anyway,” Jeno shoots back.

Your smile somehow grows bigger.

[russiansunflower3]

ok one more for now. bokuroteru with sentence 19

“so why did I have to punch that guy?” 

The second Terushima stepped out the apartment he shared with Kuroo and Bokuto, he knew it wasn’t going to be a good day. Currently, only Kuroo was awake, reading through a book for his university course. Bokuto was still in bed, having worked the evening shift at his job.

“… Someone’s stolen our doormat.”

“What, really? Again?”

“Yup. Again.” Kuroo makes a sound of annoyance, dropping his head back onto the sofa.

“That’s the third time this month. What are people even doing with our doormats?” Terushima shrugs, checking around the doorframe to make sure there’s no signs of attempted entry. Their apartment building is kind of… Shifty.

“Beats me, they’re ugly as hell.” He snicker, feeling the heat from Kuroo’s glare on his back. Unsurprisingly, Kuroo had been the one to choose the “We welcome you meowy much!” doormat.

The one before that had been “Just know, Owl be there!” To this day, Terushima has no idea where they find these god-awful creations. For all he knows, they could be custom made.

“I’m choosing the next one.”

“Yuuji, if we’ve lost a total of 7 doormats, why would we buy any more?” Terushima pauses, just for a moment, before he laughs.

“Because I just thought of the best thing ever! See you when I get home!”

“Wai-! What’s your idea?!” The door slams behind Terushima before Kuroo gets an answer, and he sags on the sofa in a grump. His mood lifts when Bokuto stumbles in, sleepily clutching a pillow to his chest and rubbing his eyes. They spend the morning cuddled together on the sofa sharing sweet whispers and gentle kisses, passing the four hours until Terushima returns to the apartment. It doesn’t feel like home without all three of them.

Of course, Terushima doesn’t enter normally.

With his usual energy and flair, the apartment door swings open with a thud and Terushima shouts his return, making Bokuto screech as he falls off the sofa, Kuroo jumping over the arm thanks his unique reflexes. He pokes his head back over with a deadpan look.

“Yuuji.”

“Yep?”

“You know we love you, right?”

“Of course!”

“And you love us too?”

“Definitely!” Kuroo takes in a deep breath to calm his racing heart as Bokuto scrapes spilt popcorn back into a large bowl, frantically chanting “Five second rule, five second rule, five second rule!”.

“Then stop trying to give us heart attacks every day!!!” Terushima pouts, dropping his bag by the door and swapping his shoes over for indoor slippers.

“But babe, this is important.”

“Popcorn is important. But look at it now.” Bokuto’s solemn, detached voice distracts them for a second, and Terushima instantly walks over to him and pulls him into a hug. He must have had a bad day, because something little like this wouldn’t set him off without additional problems pushing him close and closer to being upset.

“I’m sorry, Kou… I didn’t mean it… I’ll make you some more popcorn, yeah?”

“We- We don’t have any toffee popcorn left…” He sniffles, and Terushima looks to Kuroo in distress, pleading for his help. Simple eye contact seems to fuel their thinking, because Kuroo’s eyes light up.

“We have butter and sugar.”

“I can melt some chocolate!”

“Wait, do we have white chocolate too?”

“Yeah! And brownie bites!” The two grin as Bokuto looks between them, a little confused. Terushima wriggles around on the spot to seat Bokuto back on the sofa and kisses his forehead - sloppy, wet, and silly, just the way Bokuto likes it.

“We’re gonna make you the best popcorn ever! Just sit tight, ‘kay~?” Kuroo has already vanished into the kitchen, so Terushima can only guess that he’s measuring out the ingredients.

‘Nerd. It’s better to just wing it!’ Still, Terushima might be impulsive, but he knows Kuroo’s roots in the love of science means he’s always measuring things correctly and never strays from a known recipe. He’s happy to compensate his recklessness for Kuroo’s adamant number systems.

Henceforth, until Kuroo calls him into the kitchen, he covers Bokuto’s face with little kisses, a mixture of sloppy and sappy, and delicate and loving. When Bokuto laughs quietly, a peaceful smile stretching his lips, Terushima knows he’s broken through that bad mood.

“There’s a surprise in the bag by the door if you want~.”

“A surprise?” Instantly, Bokuto perks up.

“Yep!”

“Is it marshmallows?”

“Uh, no, but it’s just as good as marshmallows!” Bokuto scrambles over to the door and Terushima grins as he skips into the kitchen.

“Tetsu!” Kuroo doesn’t jump this time, much to his own credit, but he does accidentally put a little too much butter in the pan. With a sigh, he looks over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow.

“Oops. Sorry, Tetsu.” He wraps his arms around Kuroo from behind and nuzzles into his collarbone with a deep breath. God, he always smells so good and it completely catches Terushima off guard. Today he has a hint of coconut, which means he ‘burrowed’ Bokuto’s conditioner. The thought that they showered together makes Terushima pout because he already missed cuddles thank to work, now he misses shower cuddles?! Unfair.

“Yuuuuuuji~.” He lifts his head to get bopped on the nose by a chocolate bar and takes it from Kuroo with a kiss.

“I’ll melt it!” He breaks up half the bar into a glass bowl, sticking it in for ten seconds. Whilst it melts a little, he breaks up the white chocolate bar to add to the bowl after a quick stir. 40 seconds in total sees a marble mix of melted chocolate and the popcorn is readily popped to have it poured over.

“Butter first or chocolate first?”

“Butter, obviously.” Kuroo drizzles the pan of melted butter and sugar over the popcorn, using a ladle to stir it all in and get all the popcorn covered.

“Now it’s your turn~.” Terushima cackles as he splatters the choco-mix over the popcorn like an evil scientist. Whilst he does, Kuroo breaks up a brownie by hand. He sprinkles the crumbs over once Terushima is done and their creation is complete.

“Kou! It’s done~!” Popcorn, apparently, is more important than surprises because Bokuto zips into the kitchen doorway with the wrapped gift still in hands. His eyes widen and sparkle and he makes a sound of excitement.

“That looks like the best popcorn ever!!!!” Smug, Kuroo shrugs his shoulders like it was nothing.

“What do you expect? It was made by the best boyfriends ever.”

“I know, and I love you!” He places the surprise down surprisingly gently as he hooks an arm around each of their shoulders and pulls them down to put big smackaroo’s on their cheeks in appreciation. He steals the popcorn bowl right from under their noses and races back into the living room to claim the sofa entirely for himself.

Kuroo picks up the surprise, eyeing it in disdain as it seems to be more plastic bag and sticky tape than what’s inside. Sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, Terushima chuckles.

“I had to wrap it somehow, and, well, I worked with what was on offer.”

“Kou’ll be upset if we open it without him.”

“Go, go! Open it with him!” Terushima pushes Kuroo through to the living room, as best he can.

“Oh no, gravity is increasing on me!”

“Tetsu, no!”

“Oh yes.”

“Nooo!” Kuroo leans backward against him, heavier and heavier, until Terushima decides that’s enough and just scoops him up bridal style as Kuroo squawks in shock.

“Okay, rude. You ruined gravity.”

“I’d fight gravity for you and Kou any day.” Bokuto hears the last part as they enter, clutching at his heart playfully.

“That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.” Kuroo fakes hurt.

“Kou… I gave you flowers… That looked like little naked men… And you say this is the most romantic thing ever.”

“How am I supposed to choose when two handsome, wonderful, and loving boyfriends are fighting for my attention?!” Terushima laughs as he drops Kuroo’s on the sofa next to Bokuto, then swipes a bit of melted chocolate off Bokuto’s lip with his thumb.

“So, you gonna open the surprise?” The popcorn is put aside as Kuroo and Bokuto tear open the plastic bag, and pull out…

“Another doormat? I thought I told you no!” Terushima smirks; seeing as they’re looking at the back of it.

“Turn it around~.” Bokuto does, and immediately gasps. Even Kuroo goes silent, though his eyes widen like he’s set them upon heaven.

“OWL definitely CATch you this time… Yuuji, Yuuji it’s beautiful. This- This is a sly dig at the doormat-thief, and two cheesy puns in one.”

“You- You’re my trophy husband, Yuuji!” Bokuto tackle hugs Terushima, and although he wheezes as the air is squeezed out of him, Terushima hugs back. Bokuto’s arms are warm, safe, loving, and meaty. Although that last point is an added bonus. As Kuroo lays the doormat just outside their front door, Terushima grins menacingly.

The doormat thief will have not succeed again.

A week and a half of suspense and excited waiting passes.

It happens when Bokuto is at weekend training camp for the national team, Kuroo working late, and Terushima on his way back from the 24 hour shops.

His phone blips. It’s not a text or notification, but rather, an alert. Transferring the bags to one hand, he wrestles his phone out of his pocket and slyly grins. The app he’s opened displays a map, and a blinking red dot travelling along the inside of a building. Their apartment building.

“Gotcha, you thieving little rat.” Jogging the rest of the way home, Terushima delights in seeing Kuroo dragging his feet towards the building, still in bartender uniform. The red dot on the screen moves towards the doors of the building and Terushima screeches;

“Tetsu, slog him!” Kuroo jolts at the interruption to his internal monologue about hating the late shift, and automatically pulls his arm back on reflex. The guy running out the building, doormat under his arm, doesn’t stand a fucking chance. Terushima physically winces as the thief hits the ground. Kuroo stares at his fist in disbelief, blinks, and then turns to Terushima, baffled.

“So why did I have to punch that guy?”

“Because he’s stealing our doormats!” Terushima grabs his collar, pulling the guy up to stare at his face.

“Where’s my fucking doormat?” The guy whimpers and pulls the doormat out from a shoulder bag, shakily passing it to Terushima as he drops him with a satisfied smirk.

“Thank-you~.” Wrapping an arm around Kuroo’s waist, Terushima leads him inside with the doormat tucked under his arm carrying the shopping. Kuroo takes one bag and stares at Terushima whilst they’re in the elevator.

“Wait… How did you know it was him?”

“Tracking device in the doormat and app on my phone~.”

“That was pretty clever. Y’know, and really fucking hot.” Terushima snickers and presses a teasing kiss to Kuroo’s neck, nipping at the skin.

“In that case, we’d better skype Kou and explain the situation~.”

“… Can we make out?”

“Nah, save it until he comes home. Then we can spoil him rotten.”

“I like the way you think, Yuuji~.” The second they get back in the apartment, they set the laptop up to talk to Kou, snuggling against each other with the doormat between them, seemingly forgotten as the three talk and blow kisses to each other, making promises for when Bokuto returns home after training camp.

All because of a freaking doormat thief.

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How a 24-hour juice cleanse turned my life into a liquid nightmare.

In the last two years, I put on a little weight.

Until now, I had always been the type of person who can eat virtually whatever and not gain an ounce. But after transitioning to a desk job, becoming less physically active after college, and living dangerously close to a bodega with 50¢ Hostess snacks in the window, I started packing on the pounds. How many pounds, I can’t be sure, because up until very recently, I purposely did not keep a scale or full-length mirror in my apartment. But after months of being in denial about why my jeans were getting tighter, I decided to do something about it.

Me wondering how I gained weight while eating two scoops of ice cream topped with a marshmallow…out of a churro.

I wasn’t going to do anything crazy like exercise or anything like that—I was looking for a quick fix. Ideally one that would allow me to drop two dress sizes, shed 10-15 pounds and make me look like Jessica Alba all in a matter of days, so I turned to the fad-diet of choice for Instagram influencers and hot girls from my high school: a juice cleanse.

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And yes, I know that many experts say juice cleanses are unhealthy and ultimately ineffective, but my morbid curiosity combined with the promise of “detoxing” my body was too intriguing to ignore. So I went down to a juice store and took the plunge.

The cool teen behind the counter talked me through my options, and I decided to try the most noncommittal of juice cleanses: the 24-hour cleanse. I figured that even if I absolutely hated it, I could keep it up for at least 24-hours. If I ended up liking it, maybe I’d even end up a life-long devotee!

Oh, April, you stupid, stupid idiot. If only you knew how naive you were.

The cool teen gave me 6 juices, labeled them in the order in which I was to drink them, apologized for not having the chocolate flavored nut milk (I said I didn’t care because cool teens intimidate me but deep down I cared, a lot), and I was on my way with $32.00 worth of liquids in tow.

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The next day, I started the cleanse as per the instructions: drink the first drink when I wake up, then drink a juice every 2 hours until I’m finished. I popped the first drink open around 7 a.m.

It was some sort of vanilla-almond milk that was surprisingly tasty. Sure, the texture was grainy, like someone kicked a whole bunch of sand into it, but nothing starts the day like a mouthful of sand! On the whole, I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked it. I chugged it down. Not even 8 a.m. and already one down, five to go. This would be easy.

Two hours later, I dutifully unscrewed the cap to my second juice. This one looked like bottled swamp water, and it’s taste didn’t prove otherwise. It was 10 a.m., around the time I usually scarfed down a bowl or two of “choco-marshmallow cavity balls” or whatever that cereal is called, and I was feeling those familiar pangs of hunger.

To put it mildly, this juice was not satiating my cravings.

The initial flavor wasn’t horrible, but the aftertaste was acidic, like the taste in your mouth after you barf. I started doing that thing where you hold your breath and drink as much as possible, and then come up for air at the last second like a toddler drinking a juice box. No matter how much I drank, sipped, and chugged, I swear this f*cking juice never went down. I ended up nursing the lettuce-water for about 3 hours, putting me behind schedule. F*ck. This was the beginning of the end.

Now, this might be TMI, but I need to address the state of my poop during this time. You know you were wondering. Yes, I peed a whole bunch the morning of the cleanse, but what I didn’t do was take my daily 11 a.m. poop. Yes, somehow, the cleanse was making me constipated?! I assumed a juice cleanse would have the opposite effect. But nope. On top of everything else, this juice cleanse was giving me trust issues.

It’s like my asshole was acutely aware that I was doing a juice cleanse, and although I kept feeling like I had to go, I just couldn’t. It was like “I DON’T WANT THAT LIQUID SALAD ANYWHERE NEAR ME!” Isn’t the whole point of doing a juice cleanse to piss out of your butt?

Lunchtime rolls around and by now, I’m ravenous. I still am choking down juice #2 when a coworker informs me that there are free, warm cookies in the break room. At first, I resist. I have committed to a juice cleanse, and I am not going to sprout those Jessica Alba abs unless I take this thing seriously.

But athat point I must have temporarily blacked out, because about 45 seconds later I had a cookie in my mouth and I was doing the ONLY thing you’re not supposed to do while on a juice cleanse: I WAS EATING. FOOD.

I SUCK.

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Okay, to be fair…I was just listening to my body. And in that moment, my body said it really wanted a cookie. No, it was literally screaming: “ME WANT COOKIE.” And I have to be honest, before eating that cookie I was feeling a bit light headed and totally unfocused. But after eating it, I felt revived! I’m no doctor, but that cookie could’ve saved my life. It also made me thirsty.

Ooh ah la: juice #3!

Juice #3, which was disturbingly rust-colored, was a real f*cking doozy to get down. I kid you not, I sipped on this nasty sh*t for EIGHT HOURS before finishing it. Not only did it taste like spicy bile, but I was already so full of juice that my body straight up rejected any more liquid.

Initially I did this cleanse to see my love handles deteriorate, but it soon became clear: the only thing deteriorating was my soul.

Cut to 8 p.m. and I’m sitting in my apartment trying to keep down the last few sips of juice #3. I look in the mirror and see a sad, bloated, starving girl who is inexplicably sweating profusely. Besides the cookie, I hadn’t had solid food in 24-hours. Aren’t I supposed to be happy, with great teeth doing a yoga pose on Instagram or something right now?

You heard it hear first (okay, maybe you already knew this): Juice cleanses are a lie. I had my “come to Jesus” moment when I finally acknowledged that there is no way I am drinking three more juices before going to bed tonight. Dejected, I gifted juice #4 to a handyman who came over to fix a shelf in my apartment. He seemed confused by the gesture. And that is fair. Looking back, there is no greater white woman move than gifting your handyman an expensive yet disgusting bottle of juice. Sir, if you are reading this, I apologize.

As I fall asleep that night, I think about this juice cleanse. I’m pretty loopy from hunger, but more than that, I really miss chewing food. And I miss ingesting things—warm things. FOOD. I miss food.

After a day of drinking drink cold, bitter slop, I fell asleep thinking about how nice it would be to eat a microwaved sweet potato. Do you see what the f*ck a juice cleanse does to your mind? I ended up pining for a f*cking MICROWAVED SWEET POTATO. That sh*t is NOT normal.

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The next morning, I am surprising less hungry than I thought I would be. I decided to see this thing through, and make the 24 hour juice cleanse a 32-hour juice cleanse. I’m a goddamned warrior. I drink down the same vanilla almond drink I had yesterday for breakfast. Still grainy, but hey, after drinking that juice yesterday that tasted like it was fresh-squeezed directly from Satan’s butthole, I can’t complain.

Sloshing with liquid, I crack open the final juice around 10 a.m. I think, “Clear eyes. Full bladder. Can’t lose,” before downing the entire bottle. This last juice actually tasted good, so I didn’t have to do some mental gymnastics in order to convince myself to drink it. It also had 24 grams of (natural) sugar, so it was pretty much like drinking melted ice cream, which is why I was probably so on board with it. I threw the empty bottle in the recycling bin with vigor, feeling like Frodo throwing the one ring into the fiery pits of Mount Doom.

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Reflecting on my ordeal experience, I realized I was hungry and unfocused the entire day. I had no energy and no motivation. And although this cleanse made me stop and appreciate the simple things like solid foods and chewing, it was not worth the dull, lingering headache that persisted for nearly 24 hours straight. I did not lose weight. I did not “detoxify” anything. I did not even get to fulfill the American dream of pissing out of my butt. The only thing this cleanse really did was confirm what I already knew deep down inside: there is no shortcut when it comes to being healthy.

I’m happy to report that now, months later, I lost the 15 pounds by not treating my body like a trash can and exercising regularly. It took several months, but not once did I ever have to drink liquefied grass-clippings to achieve my goals, so it was definitely well worth it.

In conclusion, I think that juice cleanses are stupid and bad. Maybe don’t do them.

*This post, not sponsored by Juice Cleanses™

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[dragonfoodadventure]

Chocolates From Japan!

I had bought an assorted thing of small Tirol chocolates from japan and I finally got them! So I’m gonna record my thoughts on the different ones!! 

They look super cute! 

I’ll be eating them row by row, leaving the bigger one on the right for last. 

I’m pretty sure some of these are all just milk chocolate with different wrappers, however I’ll still try them in case, and who complains about MORE chocolate? 

1. Frankenstein! First of all he’s really freaking cute. I was surprised to see on the inside there seems to be white chocolate on the inside, it’s tasty! not just solid brown chocolate! 

2. Coffee Nougat Ghost pal! I love his lil grin. I love coffee so I’m excited for this one. Inside is a firm chewy nougat, with some coffee flavor, it’s nice, and the thing i love with the Japanese chocolates I've had is that they’re not too sweet. The nougat however does have a slight sweetness which lingers unlike the chocolate which has a sweetness that doesn’t linger too much. Which i like. 

3. Pistachio! ooh! It’s a pale green coloured chocolate, like VERY light and pale and seems to have chunks of pistachio inside, Lets take a bite! It’s definitely a white chocolate, again like most of the chocolates I've have from japan, not overly sweet, Very nicely flavored like pistachio, with crunchy crispy bits that might not be the actual nut, but something flavored like it. over all very enjoyable! 

3. Next we have mixed berry! I’m not a huge fan of berries however i’m very excited since so far the flavoring and sweetness in these chocolates have been very good. A light pink colour is to the chocolate and it certainly has a strong berry smell for such a small piece of chocolate. Taking a bite, it has the same crunchy consistency as the pistachio chocolate, however the berry flavor is much stronger than that the pistachio chocolate had. However even as the flavor of the bits in the chocolate are stronger, I certainly still enjoyed it. It especially doesn’t taste fake like a lot of berry flavours I've had in products here in canada have. 

4. MILK. I have a hunch that unlike the Frankenstein chocolate, this one’s gonna be all white. Yep! and it smells really good! Oh wow, unlike the past two that shared the same wrapper style, this chocolate’s very soft and in the middle feels like a fondant or marshmallow like filling- definitely like marshmallow. It’s a very mild flavor, Super lightly sweetened. I very much enjoyed it and it was interesting texture wise.

5. Strawberry Jelly! I’m guessing this has jelly in the middle and is either a strawberry chocolate of a usual milk chocolate. Ooor both! the bottom is milk chocolate while the top half is strawberry- which shows in the smell as it smells very much of both. just from looking at it as it it definitely looks to have jelly in it! And it does! however not the kind i was thinking. It’s like a soft gummy that is easily bit through, and tastes like strawberry jam. Enjoyable and typical flavor for a strawberry desert, however not at all fake like the kind you might find in america. 

6. Last of the top row we have the adorable pumpkin which by the wrapper looks like it’s going to be pumpkin Biscuit! The colour of the chocolate is a golden-yellowy orange colour, and smells... I can’t actually place the smell, it’s not a usual scent you’d find in anything, the taste, definitely reminds me of pumpkin, however not in the usual pumpkin spice kind of flavour. It certainly doesn’t sit well with me and isn’t at all a flavour I enjoy. there was a biscuit inside, and other than the pumkin flavour there is some of the original chocolate flavour inside. Sadly though as I said I do not enjoy the pumpkin flavour. 

7. Starting off in the second row we have what looks like a strawberry and kiwi/melon smoothie! However I suspect this will only be strawberry. Opening it the bottom of the chocolate is a light de-saturated green and the top is a dark brownish-pink colour, both having flecks. Inside theres that marshmallow-like candy which i believe is common in japan. The main flavour is strawberry, however the majority of the flavour is a very soft, milky flavour that is very lightly sweetened. 

8. next looks like mochi? Matcha Mochi maybe? I’m super excited for this! I LOVE Matcha kit-kats and this looks definitly like matcha chocolate. It doesn’t smell strongly like matcha and the center looks dark and i suspect theres a filling inside! Very nice matcha flavour to the chocolate and inside is a soft gummy which i’m guessing is the mochi aspect of it? I’m very happy to have the matcha chocolate! I’m not a huge fan of the gummy inside however. 

9. This one looks to be a basic milk chocolate by the wrapper. Possibly the brand’s basic chocolate. looking at the actual chocolate however there seems to be something inside, however it is a milk chocolate around it. Ooh! Inside is, coffee? Or chocolate nougat?? It tastes very much like the coffee nougatt and I’m pretty sure is that! 

10. Next is Milk Choco Bis. Which is biscuit! It’s a milk chocolate with a biscuit inside And tastes very close to Pocky. 

11. White and Cookies, I’m assuming this is gonna be like cookies and cream. Yep! Very similar however not as sweet! The milky flavour to the chocolate is very good and this might even be one of my favourites! 

12. Next is another milk labeled chocolate and so far it looks like it might either be a solid milk chocolate or like the Frankenstein chocolate. Yep! Like the Frankenstein chocolate. Milk chocolate with a white milky core! 

13. Last of the smaller chocolates we have what looks to be a strawberry short cake? and that certainly looks like what it is. The chocolate itself seems to be a marbled mix of strawberry and some kind of bits inside. It’s reminiscent to the berry one, much lighter and has some fort of cookie and gummied fruit bits inside. Strawberry isn’t my favourite flavour when it comes to chocolate, however it wasn’t unpleasant. 

14. And lastly we have what looks to be deepfried banana? It’s smell is very much banana. and inside there seems to be another kind of cookie bits. The colour is very pale, almost white, yellow. The banana smell smells much like a ripe banana and almost smells spiced? Taking a bite, it tastes just like eating a real banana with some slight banana-bread like flavour to it. Theres gummy bits inside it, and over all this is a VERY good chocolate. It’s definitely my favourite. 

That’s all I have for this time, I have some kits i’m going to want to do, but other than that this was fun! I hope to get more chocolates to try and other treats! 

[wuhnona]

@evawrites got drunk and said this was a good idea. Victuuri @ Kanamara Matsuri aka the penis festival aka a festival for sexual wellness and fertility, is now a big tourist boost to the Kawasaki local economy. NSFW.

It was a festival. The usual stalls, games, but... themed. Food stalls that might normally hold regular sweets had large, decadent phallic desserts on sticks. People were lined up to take pictures with a huge, pink penis, wearing glasses with penis noses... taking selfies together while eating penis candy! Penis keychain, penis hats... penises comical and realistic.

"'To promote fertility, prosperity, and......Eh? Victor?"

Yuuri looked around, picking through the scattered crowd trying to find Victor- who, normally, would have been sticking out like a sore thumb. He had been reading a pamphlet out loud, having been asked since a lot of the kanji in it was unfamiliar to Victor.

Finally, he turned and looked behind him.

"...Eh?!"

Crouched down with his head in his hands was Victor, back by the street where they'd just deboarded a bus. Naturally, Yuuri chose first to worry: "Are you carsick? Victor! What's wrong?! Are-"

He stopped short, noticing the bright red color of Victor's ears. "...Victor?"

Victor mumbled something, then his hands slid down and he looked up at Yuuri with watering eyes through his fingers. He had the biggest blush across his face  Yuuri had ever seen him wear. "Yuuri..."

"...Don't tell me... You're embarrassed?"

It took a few minutes of coaxing, of Victor accepting that the Kanamara festival was a bit more than the handful of instagram photos he'd seen in an article on BuzzfeedRU a few weeks prior. He'd quickly announced he was coming back to Japan even earlier than expected, dragging Yuuri into a 3 hour journey from Hasetsu to Kawasaki.

"Yuuri, Yuuri... how are you so... laid back about all thissssss...?"

Yuuri didn't answer, occupied by taking a selfie and uploading it to Instagram. Only a sliver of Victor's red face was in frame. He took the penis shaped lollipop from his mouth. "Victor... let's go get a photo with Elizabeth mikoshi, you were so excited for it earlier..."

Victor made an anguished cry at the mention of that and hid his face again.

After a moment, Yuuri stood up. "...I'm going to go look at the stalls, I'll be right back."

He was gone for several minutes, long enough for Victor to drop his hands and take in his surroundings again. While he had been in Japan in years before, he couldn't remember many times where he'd ventured out to places like this... real festivals, full of residents and tourists alike. He was one of those tourists today but so far, he'd simply spent it feeling scandalized. While he wasn't a shy man himself, something about the blatant display... it threw him off.

Something about his immature expectations, he supposed...

“Victor!” 

He was caught off guard by the sudden reappearance of Yuuri, who pushed a stick into his hand... It was a choco-banana penis!! Bright pink, dusted with rainbow sprinkles and a pair of rounded marshmallows at the base. Victor quivered at the sight, it was so realistic that it was almost dazzling. In Yuuri's hand was a chocolate mirroring his own, though with outlines in white chocolate.

"You said you wanted one of those, too," Yuuri said, smiling as he sat down- a little closer than he had been earlier.

Victor tore his eyes away from the choco-banana, glancing at their lightly touching thighs and then up at Yuuri. He realized suddenly, that in the span of recent things- being away, flying back, whisking Yuuri away- this was the first moment that things had slowed down and they were just simply together.

...Surrounded by an enormous crowd and thousands upon thousands of penises.

Victor took a moment, watching the crowd and taking in the laughing and happy people around the, summoning a stillness to calm himself. After a moment, he smiled. "Thank you, Yuuri," He said, sliding his hand into Yuuri's between them.

Yuuri looked over and smiled back, giving a gentle squeeze back surprised and definitely happy to see Victor back to normal. Their rings glittered in the sunlight.

"Now..." Victor turned back to the choco-banana. "How does one eat this...? Biting seems a little... Maybe..." Victor extended his tongue to tentatively lick the tip.

...This time, Yuuri was the one blushing.

"Vkusno!!"