#run jn place for one minute!!!

[pink-toonss]

Dear me,

Are you on your phone? Are you doomscrolling or in a conversation on discord that you don't wanna leave? Do you have other things you could be doing right now?

The answer is yes. It's a phone. It's social media. You aren't missing anything. There's always something more productive than being on your phone. Even sleeping is more productive.

Please get off your phone and do something worthwhile. Even if you don't want to. Just do it. Even if your brain says 'it's not the right time' no shut up yes it is. Now is the time. Get shit done. You got this.

Sincerely,

Me

P.S. this goes for anyone who needs to hear it!!!

[aneixart]

Wed Mar 1 2023. Giants dream

I was with some friends there was lots of water below us like a deep narrow lake slabs of cement on the sides we jumped around climbing the smooth cut rocks nothing was natural like there weren't any rock or boulders everything was man made smooth cut and it was all enormous , for a moment 2 reptilian humanoid creatures chased us looking like alligators from below the water we climbed up a net and got away they were huge thats when we saw giants in the water and above there were regular people as well . I'm not sure if they were the ones regular size and we were tiny or if if fact they were giants and we were regular size.. we jumped towards this restaurant carved on the the side of the mountain surprising when we jumped we sort of flew up to it, sneaking in we weren't supposed to get jn this way because you had to have a reservations or stand in a line to get in us jumping in sort of let us cut the line. We talked with some friends for a while then we were being chased by giant's, it was like this fight some giant's were racist against smaller people and others were not but there were places made inside the giant's city for tiny people sometimes we had to run in the small cracks and narrow spaces to get away , it was as if there we were small rodents squeezing through the walls of a building , sometimes we tried to hide in the water but when the giants jumped in we dove deeper to the darker areas so they wouldn't see us at first I was scared I'd run out of breath but for some reason i could hear myself breathing deeply out loud, outside of my dream and I realized I could breath under the water , this happened often as I swam around hiding from the giant's, this one giant had grey clothes and blonde long hair blue eyes he tried to grab us but we grabbed onto a dart rail for tiny people it wasn't ontop of the ground like normal rail this one hung below the rails under the stone buildings as the held onto the white dart rail we felt it speed away but saw the giant beging to gain up i think the giant grabbed the dart rail because it started to come to a stop we jumped off i saw some orca whales below the surface of the water as we ran into a narrow square hole, we stayed inside a hotel to rest it had a yellow hue i remember putting away dishes from the dishwasher , I remember telling cog that when we got a chance we could come get one for our apartment for him, we ran around in the dark after wards it was like a maze of giant walls we hide from the giant's as they passed some hidden in the shadows waiting for us , we swam in the water again this time we saw giant's at the bottom of the deep water they were at the bottom of the abyss as if they were mating below they were so occupied they didn't see us swimming around it was sort of a horror knowing any minute we could be surrounded they stood like giant statues around us we swam and were once again inside a small home inside the stone walls the other tiny people there were hiding us they told us we had to stay at the very top left corner so if a giant put his hand inside it would not reach us. As a giant's eye appeared inside the hole I jumped the shelves struggling to get to the spot I was told I saw a woman also trying to hide in the spot the giant could not reach us but when he became angry he began to throw small pebbles or rocks that were small enough to fit inside the holes he threw these stones towards us the woman and me tried hiding behind the refrigerator and other things but the stones ripped through everything around us one small pebble was thrown so hard it flew through one womans eye , everyone was screaming tring to hid I side anything that could shield us. It seemed like they were far more male giant's than woman . I

[jaeminscoffee]

Daddy Issues | S. Jn

Pairing | Seo Johnny x Fem!Reader

Genre | Smut, fluff

Wc;type | oneshot: 3.93k [not proof read]

Warning(s) | Pwp, dilf!johnny, y/n's a pillow princess, daddy kink, overstimulation, teasing, edging, dacryphilia, slight voyeurism, degradation kink, heavy use of the words 'doll, princess, slut, pretty, angel', typical lyra smut, i made haechan johnny's son (i was about to write changbin as johnny's son but decided against it) age gap, unprotected sex ( the Reader's on pills. Remember this is a fiction, don't play the wrong card irl) filth.

a/n- i found this request buried in my asks and was tempted to write it. Sure, the warning looks intimidating, but i know you wanna read it, y'all whores (ily) shoutout to @bakugou-is-my-bae @cvntzennie and @jenopollo for helping me decide what to post first! @suhpersonic

Minors try not to interact! <3

Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right? 

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place. 

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad) 

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense. 

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend. 

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people. 

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny. 

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you. 

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks. 

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look. 

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it" 

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n." 

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing. 

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine." 

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda. 

Ironic, huh? 

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night. 

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location. 

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze. 

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder. 

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming. 

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning. 

"Answer me." 

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement. 

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?" 

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place. 

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot. 

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study. 

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling. 

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command. 

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck. 

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features. 

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking. 

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode 

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?" 

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions. 

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you. 

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear. 

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?" 

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in. 

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck." 

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?" 

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed. 

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?" 

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum. 

"Say it, Y/n." 

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad. 

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds. 

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers. 

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers. 

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?" 

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach. 

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe. 

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully. 

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.." 

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration, 

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night. 

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity. 

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly. 

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!" 

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock" 

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad. 

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel" 

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.  

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace, 

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm. 

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast. 

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you. 

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper. 

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name. 

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure. 

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls, 

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for. 

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed. 

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him. 

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side, 

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad, 

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???" 

"Tell Hyuck daddy says hi"

[sichengtual]

love potion (no.1) — l. jn

— summary: even though kunhang knows he’s not supposed to work on any kind of potions, he takes a shot and attempts to make a love brew for one of his closest friends. you, on the receiving end, can do nothing but hope his skills are at least somewhat decent, as you’ve grown tired of simply pining after wong’s apothecary’s newest waiter. 

— pairing: lee jeno x reader.

— genre: fluff, comedy (i hope), a bit of angst (if you squint); magic café, wizard!reader, human!jeno, a bunch of nct cameos i hope everyone enjoys. 

— word count: 8k words (8,031).

— warnings: the word “kink” is used once, though nothing sexual is ever depicted, mentioned or described. 

— a/n: here it is, finally! my (very) belated piece for @nct-writers​​’ cafe resonance event. thank you so much to the love of my life @svtxsoju​​ for helping me plot this, reminding me this is a jeno (and not a hendery) fic, and building this amazing universe with me! 

Wong Kunhang can’t, for the life of him, count just how many times he’s screwed a potion up. 

He tries to keep calm, going through the ingredient list in his head as he wipes his hands with a towel. The bright orange from the potion he just made leaves a slight tinge on his fingertips, and it’s a very telling one, considering the bubbling liquid should have ended up a nice, bright pink. The brew, which he has just placed into a small ceramic cup, smells strongly of lemons, and he’s not sure just how he’s gonna be able to mask the scent and turn it into the soft cinnamon infusion it should be. 

In his defense, he’s not even supposed to be making potions. A clueless wizard, he’s usually just manning the human drinks (he’s gotten surprisingly good at latte art), leaving everything magical to Lily, who actually knows how to brew a successful potion without burning the kitchen down in the process. But alas, Lily is out running errands, and Kunhang has been stuck with helping a friend out: you, who had walked into the coffee shop a few minutes earlier and practically begged him to prepare you the café’s most famous concoction. 

Love potion no.1 (or, as Kunhang calls it, headache #14), has been Wong’s Apothecary’s prime product ever since it was introduced to the menu. It can be added to almost any drink or pastry available, since the soft vanilla and cinnamon notes that linger on can compliment every sweet, and, unlike other love brews, it doesn’t need to be administered to the object of a person’s desire. Love potion no.1 is drunk by the person in love, and given a few minutes, they can be perceived by their crush as the person of their dreams for a few days. 

He’s never quite liked it, but again, he’s never seen the point of it. He’d never say it out loud, not even now, when he’s sure the potion won’t work, because he’s still fascinated by everything a little romance could entail. And, hey, everything to help a friend out.

“Hey, uh,” he mutters, moving so he can peep through the small window next to the kitchen door. The café, just like every other Friday afternoon, is packed full. “Jeno! The love latte is almost ready!” 

He pours a shot of coffee over the shimmering potion, followed by steamed milk and a soft, velvety-looking layer of foam. Some of the glitter of the brew rises up to the foam, making it shine under the artificial lights, and Kunhang draws a quick rose on top before topping it with some ground cinnamon. He bites his lip, looking at the finished product while his heart beats against his chest, and tries to reassure himself with the thought that there’s no way you could know the potion has gone wrong. 

From a distance, it doesn’t look that different from the lattes Lily serves. From a very big distance. If you squint. If you haven’t seen Lily’s lattes. It will all be okay, right? 

“Love latte?” Jeno asks as soon as he reaches the kitchen. He peers in through the window, encountering a messy kitchen and a panicked Kunhang. He keeps his voice low, trying his best to go unheard by Johnny, the friendly demon Kunhang had once summoned (by accident!) and now works as the café’s manager. “We weren’t supposed to sell magical drinks today, were we? Lily isn’t here!” 

“It’s a favor for a friend,” Kunhang says, a nervous laugh escaping his lips as he mutters the words. He places the cup on the little bar on the window, beginning to take his apron off as he keeps trying to get the orange out of his fingers. What is this, Cheeto dust? “Here, get them the cup, okay? Table nine! And if Johnny asks, I took the day off! I fled the country, actually!” 

Jeno nods, taking the cup and trying his best not to notice Kunhang’s hands. He’s not a wizard himself, and as a human, he’s not sure he understands enough about magic yet to be able to question his friend’s odd behavior. And, even then, it’s not unlike his friend to act strange sometimes. 

“I heard you!” Johnny says from the door, and even though he probably heard everything about their exchange, he simply smiles as he changes the sign on the door to read Magical Treats Unavailable. If he knows Kunhang prepared a potion (which he probably does), he won’t tell. He enjoys annoying Lily enough. 

Much like Johnny, Jeno doesn’t say anything about the potion in his hand. He trusts his friend, no matter how much he knows he shouldn’t sometimes, so he starts walking. Table seven, table eight, table nine… table nine? 

Table nine is yours. 

Normally, he’d be more than happy to wait for you. Actually, Jeno would probably say that you being a regular is part of the reason why he enjoys his job at Wong’s Apothecary so much. Magic aside, of course. But today, table nine is yours, and Kunhang had just asked him to deliver a love latte to you. The person he’s sure he’s in love with, or as close to love as he could feel for someone that isn’t quite his yet.

Jeno can’t deny that throughout the months he’s known you, he’s gardened enough hope to believe you could, someday, return his feelings. That you could look at him and feel like your stomach was almost bursting from the thousand butterflies that threatened to set flight. It had been a feeble thought on the back of his mind, something to make him smile after a long day. Something that, no matter how uncertain, still presented itself as a shining lighthouse at the end of the way. 

Something that threatened to be shattered by a simple café order. Something that brought a shiver down his spine. 

“Uh, love latte?” He asks as he reaches you, voice trembling ever so slightly. He hopes you don’t notice, and carefully places the cup right in front of you. It smells like cinnamon, but it’s surprisingly soft, because he’s not quite sure the scent is there, or if he’s just imagining it. 

You look up from the book you had been reading, quickly sticking a napkin as a makeshift bookmark before you close it. Your hands shake a bit at hearing his voice, but you hope the movement distracts him from it. You’re not even sure he’d notice, but the thought of him doing it made your throat go dry. Didn’t Kunhang say he’d bring the potion to you? 

“Yeah,” you answer, voice small. You’d never had any trouble talking to him, and you’d even go as far as to say the two of you are friends, but your choice of drink today didn’t fail to make you nervous. Just how embarrassed could you be? “Thanks, Jeno.” 

“No problem,” he answers, and he does his best to smile. You return the gesture, and Jeno opens his mouth in an effort to say something, but no words come out. 

What could he have said, anyways? Thoughts run wild inside his head, and he scratches the back of his neck at all the words that ended up unspoken. Maybe he would have wanted to tell you just how cute you looked, with the light that fell from the window bathing your skin, but he would have never dared. Maybe he would have wanted to say the book you were reading looked interesting, but he wouldn’t have known how to follow it up. Maybe he would have wanted to ask just who you were drinking the love potion for, but he would have never been able to bear it if the answer wasn’t him. 

“Tell me if you want anything else,” he says, giving you a last nod before he walks away. 

He doesn’t see you take the first sip of your drink, disappearing behind the wooden door that leads into the kitchen. The room, still a mess, smells strongly like lemons. 

It’s a slow day, and Jeno just can’t stop looking at you. 

The thought of you drinking the potion still lingers on the back of his mind, like a thick, dark cloud threatening to put a damper on an otherwise sunny day. He tries to ignore it, focusing on Kunhang’s hand-painted Today’s Specials sign, which looks like a crossover between a modern art background and old school lettering drawn somewhat carelessly. He can’t, for the life of him, figure out just what the sign is supposed to say.

“No, listen, I don’t think it’s accidental anymore!” 

You’re sitting with your friend Mark at one of the tables Jeno usually waits for, and he can’t help but hang somewhere nearby while he’s not working. He tries his best to make it look as non-obvious as he can, although without much success; wiping down a visibly clean table, messing up the books in one of the bookshelves and then putting them in their correct order again and carefully watering the set of plants that grow in a small shelf next to the window (yeah, the ones with a sign that reads: ‘magical species, they don’t need to be watered!’). 

“I don’t think it ever was accidental,” you say, teasing. You try to keep your tone strong, looking at Mark over a steaming cup of tea. Peppermint. “Mark, all this time…” 

He catches onto your teasing, rolling his eyes before taking a sip from his own drink. Lemon tea, cold. 

“Oh, I’m serious!” The boy says, voice cracking with laughter. He moves his hands around, jumping on his seat slightly as he speaks. “This is actually a really important issue! Jaemin keeps buying cartons upon cartons of milk and he never actually drinks it, there’s entire boxes laying all over the apartment! I think he’s trying to send a message, but I’m not exactly sure what it is yet.” 

“I think, quite frankly, that your roommate is weird, Mr. Sherlock,” you laugh once you catch a sight of Mark’s preoccupied expression, clearly trying to recount any important details left out of the milk carton dilemma explanation. “Doesn’t he have this, uh, thing with milk?”

“Nah,” Mark shakes his head. “The only thing he has with milk is this weird kink of having Renjun yell at him for buying too much of it.” 

The laugh that leaves your lips is loud, and out of the corner of your eye you can see Jeno turning to look at you from his seat next to the plants. 

“All of you guys enjoy having Renjun yell at you too much,” you say, taking a sip of your drink. It’s still too hot, burning your lips as the liquid comes to touch them. “Are you kink shaming your own kink? Wow!” 

Mark’s cheeks heat up a slight shade of red, throwing his head back as he laughs. “Oh God, shut up!” 

It’s been almost a week since you drank the potion. You don’t feel different, and if it wasn’t for the soft lemony taste or the glittery foam that had stuck upon your lips, it hadn’t tasted any different from a normal drink. 

“I’m just saying!” 

“Well, don’t say anything!”

Wednesdays at Wong’s Apothecary feel so much different from Fridays, and it’s part of the reason you had always preferred to come at a time different than the frantic rush hours. Sitting next to the window, there’s magic all around, and you can feel it with every passing second. 

“Hey, uh,” Mark says, voice low. He looks around as he speaks, and you wonder if it’s part of his effort of growing unperceived. It’s strikingly obvious, but you don’t tell him. Let Mark’s fantasy of being a Sherlock Holmes kind of detective live another day. “How’s that going?”

He signals your cup with his eyes, and you frown. How’s… what going? As much as he wishes he was one, Mark wouldn’t make a very convincing detective.

“My tea?” You ask, confused. “It’s good? Do you want a sip?” 

“No, I don’t want a sip,” he answers. His face contorts into an exasperated expression, and it’s only when Jeno begins to walk away that he actually begins to talk. “I’m talking about the potion.” 

“Oh,” you place your palms on the table, and you barely notice your fingers have started to shake. “Well, I don’t feel any different, actually? Maybe I should go ask Kunhang what’s up with that.” 

“Wait,” Mark mutters, hand stretched out. “What do you mean Kunhang?”

“Wong Kunhang, Mark,” you roll your eyes. “Tall, pink hair… dangerously obsessed with learning TikTok dances?” 

“That’s not what I mean,” he answers, copying your gesture. “Why would you ask him about the potion? Ask Lily!”

“Well, he made it.”

“Oh, that explains it,” Mark lets out a laugh. “In school, just how many times did he brew a successful potion? You could’ve just made it yourself!”

“Mark, I’m hopeless when it comes to potions,” you say, taking a sip of your tea. “You know that! Remember that time I turned your hair red while trying to make a levitating potion?”

“I still don’t know how you convinced me to drink that, I had that hair for a month!” He laughs. “That’s what I mean, though! Kunhang is just as bad as you!”

“Oh come on,” you wave your hand as you speak. “Maybe he’s gotten better!”

“Well, I hope so,” Mark says as he takes a sip from his tea. “For your love life’s sake, you know.”

You look up at Jeno, who has met Johnny next to the pastry stand. He’s not looking at you, laughing at something his friend said, arms crossed over his chest. You try to pinpoint the exact moment you had fallen in love with him, but even when you know it’s only been a bit over a year since you met him, you can’t quite remember how life was before him. The thought brings a small smile to your lips.

He turns, his eyes meeting yours, and for the first time in your life, you find yourself agreeing with Mark. You also hope Kunhang has gotten better at potions.

There are perks that come with befriending a coffee shop owner, and sometimes, asking favors from Kunhang is no different. 

You’re (almost) completely sure Lily knows he’s been messing with the potions by now, but even then, you promise you’re keeping his secret when he asks you to, swearing upon “a lifetime of silence”, as he had said. Truth is, you’re sure Lily wouldn’t ask, and you wouldn’t tell, but Kunhang’s oath had fulfilled every bit of the grandiose drama he had wanted to accomplish. He had even conjured a small puff of pink-tinted smoke to glaze over his feet as he walked away, and you wondered just what it was that he had wanted to do with it. Some big exit scene? Back in school, he had failed the apparition course. 

In return for keeping his practices a secret, he had lent you the keys to the shop and a (somewhat understandable, completely imaginative) explanation on how to work the coffee machine, leaving you and your computer to yourselves for the entire night, finally able to work on your history paper completely undisturbed. Or so you had thought. 

Night has fallen down, and the café feels like a completely different place.

The entire place is lit by a set of chandeliers made of tinted glass, light breaking upon the material and reflecting everywhere in what looks like a thousand tiny rainbows. There’s candles resting upon every shelf, though unlit, and you can just imagine how beautiful they must all look when they’re all lit up. There’s a vague linen scent that clings up to every book in the room, and it dances softly with the thousand different perfumes that bloom from every plant, every flower. It only makes sense for it to be full of magic, because there’s no way another place could make your heart tingle as much as the café does. 

“Hey, uh,” a voice speaks from the kitchen. Soft. “We’re closed.”

You freeze in your seat, eyes wandering around the room until they land on him. 

He looks tired after a long day; hair disheveled and held together by a small, black hairband, with a pair of gold wireframe glasses resting on the tip of his nose. He’s wearing a gray sweatshirt with the logo of the café printed over his right pec in a deep purple, all tied together with a pair of light-wash jeans. 

“Kunhang gave me the key,” you say, waving the small silver item so he can see it. “I think he told Lily? He might have thought she was closing today.”

“She was, but she had to help Johnny with something,” he answers, smiling. He fidgets a little with his fingers before he sticks his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, looking at you over his lenses. “Are you staying for long?”

“I can close if you want,” you mutter quickly, even when your words don’t quite answer his question. “I’m just finishing an assignment. My apartment gets a bit too loud sometimes.”

He nods. “Do you still live with that one fairy? The one that likes strawberry pie? I forgot what his name was.”

“Yuta,” you say. “Yeah, he’s my roommate. Him and Taeil. I don’t know if you’ve met him yet. He’s trying to teach Yuta how to cook but he’s still almost setting the apartment on fire every time he tries to make a quesadilla.”

“I don’t think I have.”

He’s walked almost all the way up to you by now, and he rests his hands on the table once he reaches you. He sits down just as you drink the very last sips of the coffee from the bottom of your mug.

“What are you working on?”

“It’s an assignment for my literature class,” you say, shrugging. “It’s about this book I read, Persuasion? Love despite family. Love despite society. Love despite either of those, I guess, when they become a reflection of each other… and how it’s portrayed within a thousand different metaphors, too.” 

Jeno nods. He doesn’t try to pretend he understands, but he wants to show that he listens. Love fascinates him, it always has, and it does even more when he gets to hear about it from your perspective. From your lips.

“It’s a bit cheesy, I know,” you smile. “I can’t help but love everything about it, though.” 

“You’ll have to lend me that book sometime,” Jeno says, smiling. “Now that I know what it’s about, it might be nice to read while I’m trying to ignore Kunhang’s TikTok dances.” 

“Oh, yeah, like that will help you tune him out,” you laugh, and he joins you. “I think you’d need sound canceling earphones AND the book.” 

“Yeah… he even got a bluetooth speaker,” Jeno lets out between jolts of laughter. “It’s good though, I might use it now that I have to clean the kitchen to close.”

“You have to clean everything yourself?”

“Yeah, usually Johnny and Lucas do it but they’re not here,” he shrugs. “I think Lucas might be on a date.”

“Isn’t he always sort of on a date? When he’s not decorating his cupcakes, I mean, I’ve seen him,” You ask, giggling. “I’ll help you clean, make up for the dates and the errands, and all that.” 

“Oh, don’t start about the cupcakes,” Jeno laughs, getting up from his seat. He doesn’t want to leave, not now that you’ve started a conversation. “And don’t worry about it, really! It’s mostly just dishes.” 

“I already distracted you long enough,” you say, shaking your head. You close your laptop as you rise from your chair, placing your copy of Persuasion neatly on top of it. “Let me at least keep you company.” 

Inside the kitchen, and practically speaking, the passing of time is measured in quick, soft ticks from the clock on the wall. It’s shaped like the smiling face of a cat, and it’s a mix of pastel purple and neon green. Two small paws constitute the hands of the clock, and when they move, they let out a soft rhythm of tick, tock, tick, tock, that, truthfully, you’re only able to actually hear if standing close to it. 

To you and Jeno, the passing of time is measured by the changing of songs coming out of Kunhang’s duck-shaped speaker. He’d told you he listens to “a little bit of everything” when he had asked, and now, listening to a Cher song after having heard a couple Britney Spears songs, you’re enthralled by Jeno’s varied music taste. He dances along to the beat at times, sometimes even mumbling the lyrics, and you can’t help but look at him with as much adoration in your eyes as you can muster. 

The laptop and book lay long-forgotten in the small green table in the center of the room, and your elbow softly grazes Jeno’s every time you scrub a bowl in the sink. You let yourself get lost in the music as your fingers play with the small purple bubbles from the dish soap, (not so) gracefully accompanying Jeno’s singing with an enthusiastic yet completely out of tune rendition. 

If it wasn’t for the song repertoire you’re not even sure you’d notice it’s been about an hour since you’d entered the kitchen, the conversation with Jeno flowing at such a fluid, rapid pace there hadn’t been a single pause that felt uncomfortable. Even in the spaces silence had reigned, comfort had enveloped the two of you like a blanket,  bringing a smile to both of your faces.

You’re enthralled by every single little detail that encompasses the current scene: the colorful and shimmering remnants left on the used cauldrons, a symphony of scents reaching your nose with every single bowl you take into your hands. Plants grow all around you, some hanging from the ceiling, with their colorful leaves spilling from the vases, and some of them growing steadily atop the many shelves. The night passes peacefully in front of you, and moonlight just but barely manages to seep in through the small window on the edge of the wall. 

It’s almost like magic, the way the moonlight seems to set fire on every single thing it touches, the glass lamps hanging from the ceiling igniting into a fiery rainbow that reflects upon every surface. It’s almost like magic, the way you and Jeno seem to lose both shy and nervousness, feeling so at ease with each other that you don’t notice the exact moment his arm begins to graze against yours.

“Did you drink it for Mark?” He asks, voice low. He looks up from the dishes, and turns to look at you. “The love potion?” 

It’s almost like magic, the way your entire surroundings seem to dissolve right in front of your eyes as everything turns into something that begins and end with the man standing in front of you. You’re not really sure about the exact time the music stopped, and whether it did because Jeno had paused it or if his playlist had simply run out. All you can hear is your own breath hitching up in your throat, quickly drowning out the sound of your heartbeat. It’s quick, rapid and fierce, thumping loudly against your ears. 

It’s almost like magic, the way Jeno seems to close up the entire space between the two of you. He consumes it all with his touch, pulling you into a sort of loose embrace; not quite a hug, and yet, something awfully close to it. You’re standing flush against him, facing him, and you’re not sure if it’s the closeness between your bodies, or the heat that he lets out against you, but there’s a sort of restlessness coursing through your veins that makes you feel like you’re flying. 

“No,” you answer. Jeno looks at you, straight in the eye, and you let out a soft sigh as his hands come to rest on your arms. “It wasn’t for him.”

It’s almost like magic, the way in which Jeno’s touch seems to soothe your skin with a graze of his fingertips. The way his hands run up and down your arms like an explorer’s fingers over a map, tracing routes in the search of a treasure. The way his breath crashes against your cheek, almost burning at the touch. The way his hair falls down against your forehead. The way his skin seems to know yours, his body quickly accommodates into your shape as he poses a careful hand on your chin, soft. Loving.

And it’s almost like magic, because even when you can’t really see the stars shining up above, Jeno’s lips touch yours and suddenly, a thousand different galaxies explode like supernovas right inside your mind.

As you walk down the street, there’s a light spring in your step that almost makes you look like you’re dancing. You don’t care, setting your mind on the feeling of the sun against your skin, the sound of birds chirping in the trees, the scent of pollen and sun that always came with summer. 

It all courses through your veins as you make your way to the café, vague sounds of chatter increasing in volume the closer you get, and no matter how much you’d try to deny it, the hopes of seeing Jeno grow in the back of your mind when you catch a glimpse of the red neon sign. The promise of exchanged glances and a simple greeting make your heart flutter like a butterfly catching flight, so much you don’t even notice your feet picking up on the speed of your steps. 

You don’t see Jeno through the window, rather catching sight of Lucas’ tall frame waiting on the tables with a purple apron tied around his waist. The café is surprisingly empty for a Saturday morning, with only a couple of tables in use, and Johnny flicking through a magazine with his elbows resting on one of the counters.

“Oh, hey!” Lucas greets you when you walk in, quickly moving to hand you a menu as you move towards your usual table. “I made a fresh batch of peach tarts earlier, in case you want to try them! Johnny said they’re really good.” 

The tall demon smiles up at you from the magazine, and Lily quickly comes to stand next to him, a palm on his shoulder and she waves at you with her free hand. 

“Are you playing with recipes again?” You ask, sitting down. He smiles, nodding, and you only pretend to quickly look through your menu before you turn to him again. “Bring me one of those and an iced coffee, please!” 

“On it, beautiful!” He smiles, and you let out a laugh at his compliment. 

Lucas, a young sex demon, had been accidentally summoned by Kunhang when trying to perform a big apparition spell. Ever since then, and just like Johnny, he’s been working in the café and living in Kunhang’s apartment, whipping up new treats with his newfound love for baking. He’s always been loud, friendly and flirty (the last one more a product of his nature than any concrete, personal attraction), and it didn’t take long for you to start getting used to being around him.

Minutes pass quickly as you stare outside the window, people coming and going, not sharing anything between them but that; the state of their steps, the progress of their journey, the being nowhere and everywhere at the exact same time. You think of them, and you think of yourself, and you wonder if maybe you’re in a similar situation, even when your feet don’t move. It’s a fleeting thought, uncertainty brewing in the back of your mind and quickly dying down as you remember the night before. Your lips still tingle from the ghost of a kiss, and as you think of Jeno, remembering his touch, you understand the colorful bits and pieces of Wong’s Apothecary have always held a piece of home.

“Here you go,” Lucas says as he comes back to your table with a plate and a set of cutlery in hand. He places it in front of you, a soft and shiny fruit tart placed carefully in the middle, with a big dollop of whipped cream standing proud in the center of the treat. “Oh, and extra cream, completely on the house.”

“That’s so generous of you,” you reply as Lucas sits down in front of you, probably having forgotten about the coffee Johnny was finishing up in the kitchen. “Aren’t you gonna get in trouble with Lily?”

“No, don’t sweat it,” he answers, waving a hand as a form of dismissal. “There’s almost no one here. Plus, I really want to hear your opinion on the tart.”

“Why is it so important?” You ask, grabbing a fork. “You already got Johnny’s approval.”

“Yeah, Johnny will approve of anything as long as Lily says she likes it too.”

Cutting down on the tart is as easy as cutting down on butter, the layer of fruit tender and juicy, and the dough is soft and crumbly, breaking at the touch of the fork. Before meeting Lucas, you never would have guessed a demon could be the one to give the neighboring bakery a run for their money. As soon as you bite into the tart, the sweet taste of the peaches invades your senses, complimented by the smooth flavor of the freshly whipped cream. 

“Lucas!” You let out, accidentally slamming your fork down against the table. He smiles, shifting in his seat as he awaits your verdict. “This is the best peach tart I’ve ever had! Seriously, this is so good!” 

“I told you! I have good taste, you know?” Johnny speaks up from the kitchen, and it’s when you turn to look at him that you notice Jeno has walked into the café.

Standing right next to the door, Jeno looks like a deer in the headlights. He’s staring at you and Lucas, lips apart and mouth slightly open, his bag in his hand as he scratches the back of his neck to break out of the daze. He looks at you one last time before Johnny calls his name, making a beeline to the kitchen while not acknowledging the wave you send in his direction. Is it because of the kiss?

“I thought he wasn’t gonna come in today,” Lucas says, dipping his finger into the mountain of whipped cream on top of your tart and popping it into his mouth. “Johnny made me cover and I had to take time from brainstorming this mango pie recipe I want to make to show Violet, once and for all, who’s the better baker around here.” 

“Violet? From the bake shop down the street?” You ask, trying to take your mind off Jeno’s lack of reaction towards you. “Huh, are you guys mortal enemies or something? I thought you were friends.”

“Nah, I just think she’s cute,” he says, smiling. He laughs, letting out a breathy sigh, and from the corner of your eye, you can see Jeno walking out of the kitchen with a purple apron of his own. “She always ignores me when I say hi in the mornings, though. I left her a batch of duckcakes the other day and she only said they had way too much lemon zest… I think I might be in love.” 

You lose sight of Jeno for a moment, and you can’t help but wonder just how obvious you might look to an onlooker, hoping, like it’d be one thing anchoring down to earth, that Jeno can spare you a look. A greeting. Something. 

You hear Johnny talking and Jeno producing an answer, but their words muffle over in your head and you’re simply left with the sound of their voices. 

“And you decide to flirt in the weirdest way po-” 

“You forgot this,” Jeno says, walking towards your table. He carefully hands you the iced coffee Lucas had forgotten to bring, and you can’t help but notice he’s trying his best to not meet your eyes. You open your mouth to speak, but the words get stuck in your throat the moment he starts talking. “Oh, Lucas, thanks for covering me, but I got this. You can go back to whatever it is you need to do.” 

He doesn’t acknowledge any of you further, walking back inside the kitchen without looking back. Lucas stays seated in his place and takes the fork from your hand, apparently deciding taking small bites of your tart is his needed task, beginning an exciting tale about Kunhang’s failed attempts at learning some new viral TikTok trend. As per Lucas tradition, he doesn’t miss the excitement in his voice or a couple booming jolts of laughter, but you don’t really catch any of it. 

Your mind is on Jeno’s attitude, completely different from the night before, and you wonder just what could have happened in the last few hours to make his treatment towards you change so drastically. He had asked you about the potion, but had he expected the answer to be Mark? If he had been upset about your answer, why had he kissed you, anyways? 

Had Kunhang messed up the potion? Just how much would he miss his duck speaker if he had? 

“I’ll be right back,” you say. The words leave your lips faster than you can register, standing up from your seat as Lucas takes another bite of the treat. “You can finish that if you want.”

He doesn’t respond, or maybe you don’t hear him, but your focus is not on him. Your focus is not on the atmosphere in the room, not even with the sounds of chatter flowing through the space, or the mix of coffee, sugar and cinnamon scents filling the air. There’s usually so much in the environment that catches your attention inside the café, but as your feet move over the faux ceramic tiles, Jeno avoiding your eyes is still the only thing in your mind. 

You walk past Johnny, who merely looks over his shoulder as you enter the kitchen, and you don’t really know what you’re expecting because you can’t help but freeze the moment you walk in. You had known Jeno was there, but still, the sight of him takes you by surprise. It’s not the black t-shirt he’s wearing, or the hairband that props his hair up and away from his face, or the book he’s holding as he sits on a stool next to the fridge (it’s Persuasion, and, okay, maybe it does surprise you a little bit). It’s the way he’s trying his best to pretend like he hasn’t noticed you’re there. 

There, in front of him, looking completely lost as you look for any sign — any indication that the thoughts running through your head are wrong, but the disappointment is painted all across his face. You wonder if yours is, too. 

“Jeno?” You say, softly, trying to capture his attention. 

Lily, who’s scrunched over her work station (probably working on some new potion she’s trying to perfect), looks up from her work, and shares a quick look with Johnny before going back to her work. Jeno, though, barely takes his eyes off his book to acknowledge your greeting. 

“Is someone calling?” He asks. When you shake your head, he lowers his eyes again, and he begins to scan over the page. His hands are shaking slightly, and though you notice, you pretend that you don’t. 

“Can I talk to you?” 

You try your best to keep the nerves at bay, but your words betray you as soon as they leave your mouth. 

“Uh,” he hesitates for a bit. He stops reading, and his hands still shake, but he doesn’t look up. “Sorry, I’m working.”

“You’re reading,” Lily pipes up from the counter where she’s working, and even though you can’t really see her face, you can tell she’s smiling. “And hiding, might I add.” 

“I’m not h-,” he begins, but he lets out a sigh as he closes the book. He stands up from the stool, the apron scrunched and wrinkled as he straightens up. His eyes meet yours, only for a moment, before he brings a hand to the back of his neck. “We can talk in the back.” 

“Johnny’s not moved the trash yet,” Lily perks up, turning to look at Johnny. The demon turns around, looking at her, a smile plastered on his face. “Keeps telling me he’s too busy with reading that stupid magazine to do it.”

“It’s a dog magazine!” Johnny whines, still smiling.

“Johnny, you don’t have a dog!” 

Meanwhile, you follow Jeno’s steps. He leaves the book on top of the stool, the page where he had left off dog-eared, and you notice he’s only starting. He guides you through a small door on the back of the kitchen, opening into a small alley behind the café. The walls, completely plastered in bright posters, capture your attention briefly, but Jeno quickly rests his back against one of them, and your focus is back on him.

“Uh,” you try to speak. You’re not really sure what to ask, questions are going as quickly as they come, and you worry none of them will actually leave your lips at all. 

He does it for you.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks.

His voice is different than it was back in the shop. He sounds a little more relaxed, a little more comfortable now that it’s only the two of you, and it’s even more confusing because that difference had never even been there before.

“Yeah,” you answer. “Did you? It was pretty late when we left.”

Jeno nods. He opens his mouth and closes it again, and you can tell he’s just as unsure as to what to say, because for a long time, neither of you say anything.

“About last night,” you begin. Your voice doesn’t shake, and neither do your hands, and you decide to make use of this courageous moment when, at least on the outside, it might look like you have everything under control. “Can we talk about it? I just — I feel different. I want to feel different, but I’m not exactly sure on where you stand in this whole situa-”

“You can forget about it if you want,” Jeno says. His voice is soft, small under the city noises, but you hear him perfectly. “The kiss, I mean. If you want, we pretend it never happened. I wouldn’t want it to stand in the way of your feelings or anything else.” 

“My feelings?” You ask. 

“I shouldn’t have pried about the potion,” Jeno answers. “Whoever you took it for, that was your business. I just — I don’t want to stand between you and Lucas, okay? So you can forget it happened. Forget I kissed you.” 

Time stops. Time stops, and it’s just you and Jeno. You and Jeno, and the words that just left his mouth, and the way your heart clenches when you hear them. His words, and the way they knock the wind out of you, taking you completely by surprise. His words, and just how little you understand them, their meaning a complete mystery to you as you try to decipher just what it is that he could have meant with them. 

“Me and Lucas?” You’re confused, and your voice reflects it. “Jeno, that’s not what I meant by what I said, I’m just —” 

“It’s okay,” he says. He tries his best to smile at you, to pretend everything will be alright and that his disappointment is nothing but a simple confusion. “It’s okay if you drank it for him. And it’s okay if you — what I mean is, this doesn’t have to change anything between us. We’re friends, right?” 

You don’t want to be friends. You want to hold his hand, and kiss his cheek, and run your fingers through his hair. You want for him to think of you just as much as you think of him, an enamoured sigh leaving his lips at the thought of you. You want to set free a thousand butterflies in his stomach at the sight of you, because it happens to you at the sight of him. 

Because you like him, you like him in a way you’ve never liked anyone before. Because his kiss had given you hope that he might like you too, and you’re not sure why it is that he’s trying to take it away from you. 

“We’re friends,” Jeno whispers, more to himself than to you. He keeps his eyes set on the wall in front of him, as if trying to distract his attention from the conversation with you. “We’re just friends, and I hope that what happened last night won’t change that. I wouldn’t want to lose you because of it.” 

And it dawns upon you. The way he mutters the words, and the look in his eyes when he does. The way he had stopped in his step when catching sight of you and Lucas, and the way he had tensed up when he heard a piece of what you had been talking about. Because he likes you, he likes you the way you like him, and he thinks that you don’t. Because he thinks you like someone else, someone that isn’t him, and the mere thought is tearing him apart. Because you want to fix it. 

“Jeno, stop,” you say. You try to get his attention without raising your voice, and you search for his eyes in the hopes that they will lock with yours. “Lucas and I are friends. Just like Johnny and I are friends. I wouldn’t drink a potion for Johnny, and I also wouldn’t drink a potion for Lucas. And yes, Jeno, we are friends. But I don’t want to be.” 

“You don’t?” 

“No,” you shake your head. If he’s starting to catch what you’re trying to say, he doesn’t show it, because he still doesn’t turn to look at you. “I don’t want to be friends because I want to be something more. Jeno, I drank that stupid potion because of you. I wanted you to like me.”

For a while, he doesn’t move. Minutes tick by in your head as you search for a clue, something that can tell you your suspicions were right. Something that can tell you that you did not just screw everything up. You look at him, trying to even your breathing and calm your thoughts, but his face doesn’t change. His eyes don’t meet yours, and his stance is still the way it was before. 

“You’re the one I risked having Kunhang turn me into a duck for,” you say, laughing. He smiles, softly, and although it’s not directed at you, you hope you’re the cause of it. “Better a duck than a spoon, or something of the sort, though.” 

“You let him brew you a potion?” He asks, amused. He visibly relaxes, and, for the first time this morning, turns to look at you. “Wong Kunhang, the guy that has somehow managed to summon two demons via failed spells? I think being turned into a duck would have meant you had luck on your side.”

“Hey, I had no choice!”

Jeno smiles and straightens up, moving closer to you. The alley is small, but when he walks up to hold your hand, it feels even smaller. It feels the width of you and Jeno, together, and there’s nothing else around. There’s no one else around, or even close, because his skin touches yours and you’re in a completely different dimension: one that starts and ends with the two of you, together.

“You know, I was also gonna ask Lily for a potion that day,” Jeno smiles, tightening the grip on your hand. His free hand comes to rest upon your cheek, thumb running up and down the skin in a caress. 

“Yeah? What happened?” Your hands snake around his waist, and even when you don’t pull, he moves closer to you in your grip. The fabric of his t-shirt is soft against your fingertips. 

“Then I saw it was Kunhang in the kitchen,” he says, and he leans down a little bit with every word he speaks. By the time he’s finished the phrase, his forehead is touching yours. His hair falls over your face. It’s soft, and it smells like green apple shampoo. “You kinda beat me to risk becoming a duck.” 

“My apologies,” you whisper, and you feel the warmth of his lips against the corner of your mouth. “It’s never too late for a Kunhang spell, though.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he answers. His breath is hot against your face, and it smells like sugar. “You didn’t have to risk it, though. You’ve always been what dreams are made of to me.”

You smile, closing your eyes as your fingers grab at his shirt. His chest, flushed against yours, molds easily into your figure. 

“Nice reference, Paolo,” he kisses the corner of your mouth once more, and you almost melt into his embrace. You can feel his smile growing against your mouth, hear his heartbeat mixing in with yours, smell the traces of his cinnamon and musk cologne. “Now kiss me.” 

And he does. He kisses you, lips molding together with yours like matching pieces of the same puzzle, and you’re completely sure you’ve found your home in them. You’ve found your home in everything that he is and everything that he’s not, and as he pulls you in closer to his chest, you’re so goddamned thankful Kunhang didn’t actually turn you into a duck. 

Inside the café’s kitchen, Lily and Johnny watch the two of you through the small window on the top of the wall. Johnny, finally deciding against clapping as Jeno grabs your hand (after a very animated scolding from Lily), opts for a set of air kisses that are, to Lily’s dismay, inaudible to you and Jeno, but very much loud against her waiting ear. 

“God, Johnny, shut up!” She hisses. “Did he say potion? I’ve never made a potion for either of th — oh no, has Kunhang been messing around with them? Hey, do you know anything about that?” 

“Baby, look! They’re almost kissing! Oh, how fast do they grow!” Johnny says, ignoring Lily’s words and pretending to wipe a tear from his cheek. 

“Don’t call me b- where is Kunhang?” 

“I don’t know, upstairs in his room?” 

“Jesus,” she huffs, climbing down off her stool. Johnny, next to her, is only standing on the tips of his toe. She starts walking towards the stairs in the corner of the kitchen (and in the direction of Kunhang’s room), turning back to point straight at Johnny. “Don’t do anything weird!” 

As soon as Lily reaches his room, Kunhang learns three things: 1.) Lily’s voice is not as soft as he remembers when she starts detailing the exact reasons why Kunhang isn’t allowed to mess with potions (with a complete dramatization of the day Lucas appeared in a big cloud of pink dust). 2.) Johnny’s clapping is also, surprisingly loud, and a very effective method to get Lily even more mad (which isn’t particularly good for Kunhang right now, considering he had been oh so close to mastering today’s TikTok dance). 

And finally, Wong’s Apothecary’s most carefully guarded secret (and the only thing that saved him after having brewed a potion that did absolutely nothing): 3.) Love potion no.1 had never actually been a love potion. Lily, the café’s potion master and a hopeless romantic, had always believed in a good old-fashioned falling in love. In the five years it has been on the menu, Love potion no.1 has been, merely, a confidence brew. 

The heart has always done all the work.

[enjennie]

The 7Dream café was strange.

It wasn't because of the seven dashing young men that run it, nor was it how the café gave you the weirdest of vibes that kept you coming back but it's that the café seemed to have came out of nowhere.

You lived in a small town, if a new building, more importantly a café, was coming into construction surely it would be the talk of the town. Alas, no noise until its grand opening. Maybe you weren't as updated with the latest news nowadays...

After your best friend practically dragged you to the conjunction, you found yourself at its entrance. Catching a whiff of the freshly baked goodies, freshly brewed coffee and catching sight of the boys that worked the establishment.

Of course, the boys were a major part of the reason why your friend was so persistent in coming.

"I heard that the baristas are such eye candies," she gushes. "But honestly, I've already got my eye on the delivery guy,"

"Jesus, even the delivery guy can't escape you," you chuckled lightly at your friend.

You had found seats near the kitchen area where you could see the bakers at work by the window, piping icing on cakes and taking out new batches of cookies from the oven. A dirty blonde boy looked up from his workspace, catching you looking and giving you a wink.

The sudden gesture took you by surprise, and you widen your eyes. He laughs, averting his eyes back down to the cake he was decorating.

"A-are we ready to order?" You tear your eyes away from the young man and turn to your friend, who held a menu in her hand.

The two of you walk over to the counter. Luckily, it wasn't too packed as you'd chosen a time when the highschool girls would be in school and wouldn't hog the café seats gawking at these boys. Your university was only a few blocks away. How convenient.

At the counter, you're greeted by a boy with a smile that could cure cancer. He leaned against the counter, black hair falling over his forehead looking effortlessly stunning. "Hi, love. Welcome to 7dream Café, what can I get for you?"

"I'll have a Namericano, two shots," you raise two fingers at him, not being able to get over how a man this beautiful can exist. Jaemin, his name tag read. He types the order into the cash register and your total is summed at the screen in front of you.

"Good choice. Cramming tonight?" Jaemin chuckled. You shot him a smile before shaking your head. "Just like my coffee strong,"

"Jeno, a namericano please. Two shots, for the gorgeous lady," Jaemin calls over to the other boy behind him.

The Jeno in question turns his head, looking over at you and flashing you his pearly whites as he laughed, eyes forming crescents as he does so. "Are you sure they don't want a Jenofrappe?" He laughs. "Kidding. Your name?" he grabs a cup and a pen ready to write your name on it.

"Y/N," you replied, a little stunned by his visuals. A defined face with the softest eyes.

"Coming up, Y/N,"

You've heard your name uttered millions of times, but the way Jeno said it was probably your favourite.

You pay up and leave your friend to manage her orders. On your way back to the seats, you come in collision with a man in a suit. He had golden blonde hair and striking eyes.

"I'm so sorry!" The boy apologized profusely. You're quick to wave away his apologies and offer your own. He had a name tag, which means he worked here. God, you were meeting just about everyone on here and you only came for an americano coffee.

"Chenle, you clutz," a boy who had watched things unfold was laughing in a booth just next to you. He was on his laptop, the Photoshop tab open. The café's logo flashed on it. Did all these boys work here?

"It's completely fine," you say. "I wasn't looking at where I was headed,"

"Looking elsewhere, were we?" The boy from the kitchen was now coming towards you, a cookie in hand. He had a round face and full cheeks. Everything about the boy was round from his eyes to his full lips. Of course, another gorgeous man who worked here.

"Chenle, Mark and I made a new batch but we tweaked around with the recipe a little," he extends his arm out to you. "Would you like to try it?"

You thought about how denying would possibly make the situation more awkward than it already was. You take it from his hands and the boy beams. A sun was drawn on it and it looked like an ordinary cookie. You took a bite, it's chewy and sweet. Scrumptious. The three boys were now looking at you, awaiting your judgment.

You raise a thumbs up, "Great!"

The baker balls his fist in success and Chenle laughs, finding his co-worker amusing. "Haechan one, Mark zero,"

When you finally get back to your booth, your friend had just sat back down. The orders would be brought by someone shortly.

"What do you think so far?" You ask, leaning over the counter and resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

"Overhyped," your friend frankly discloses, causing you to burst into fits of giggles. "But the boys are definitely something else," she adds. You agree. They were all a character. The café looked minimalistic, with little decorations and art pieces hung on the walls, but the ambiance they provided made up for it.

A few minutes go by and you hear the ding of a bell before you see another boy walking towards your table. Tall and handsome. A little timid, at first glance. He carried the tray of drinks over as if his life depended on it. He did it in such an adorable manner that you didn't care if it took him a little too long to reach your booth.

"Two shots n-namericano and a Hamjji Choco latté" he read from the receipt stuck underneath the drinks. "Ah, and complementary cake from Chenle and Mark," he places two plates of cake slices on the table. It's chocolate cake with orange icing. Like the one the boy was working on behind the glass earlier. You look over at him only to instantly regret it as you catch him looking right back at you.

You and your friends thank the boy and he scurries away, a shy smile on his face.

"Cute," your best friend giggles, taking a sip of her latté. She seldom drank coffee, while you on the other hand, lived off of it.

When you bring the cup up to your lips, you watch as your friend's eyes widen. The coffee had already touched tongue and was going down your throat. Nice and warm. You worriedly halt your actions, freezing up and look back at her equally as panicked. She breaks into a grin.

"Dude, check your cup," she claps her hand over her mouth and you turn the cup around to see.

A series of number was written along with the letters JN and a little smile. Your eyes drift over to the barista who served your drink and your eyes meet. The blonde boy is preparing another drink, but his eyes were on yours. There's a smug smile on his face as he turns around to serve the customer.

"Jeez, Y/N. These boys are really something," your friend continues sipping on her latté.

The cakes were like no other. Moist and fudgy, still a little bit warm and dripped with just enough chocolate on the sides. Your mouth watered thinking about it even as you put your fork down after clearing your plate.

"How's everything? We just opened so we really appreciate any reviews," Chenle came to check on you after you started eating. You thanked him for the cake and extended your compliment to the baker, saying everything was great.

It's only then you realized the word printed on his name tag. Chenle, Manager. You scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion once the boy left. Wasn't he way too young to own this? Ah, well. This whole café didn't make sense to begin with. Just a bunch of cute boys who ran a café that came out of nowhere.

You and your friend decide to leave after a while and you carry the cup with you, thinking about what to do about the number on it.

"Thanks for coming to 7Dream Café! Hope to see you again," Jaemin chirped, waving his hand.

Outside, a small flier was posted on the post. You were almost certain it wasn't there when you first entered.

7Dream Café is hiring!

You tear the paper from where it's stuck and pocketed it into your bag. Something tells you that you were gonna be around more often than you thought.

[mahalkitajohnnysuh]

JN (Part I)

And we’re back with more Johnny content here! Of course, he’s the apple of my eye, my ultimate current bias, the love of my life, and the list go on. But I do get tempted by other good-looking K-pop men sometimes...

Here’s a GIF of him looking adorable with some noticeable blush. The color reminds me of Glossier Cloud Paint in Storm, but of course, I could be wrong. Drop that blush shade, dude! 

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :) 

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Summary: These pieces were inspired by a prompt list by @neoculturedrabbles​. Since you guys know how I feel about Johnny, please expect that the next installments will feature two prompts in it too. 

POV: 2nd person since I wrote this late last year. I know; you’re getting tired of reading that over and over. 

Word count: 1,800 words 

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Prompt #1: “Shut up!”

“Make me!”

Now that you and Johnny were a couple, that didn’t stop him from annoying you to tears.

You were working on an article at the dining table when you heard him sing Whitney Houston’s ‘I Will Always Love You’ off-key. He was at the kitchen, cooking his trademark omelets for breakfast.

“John, please!” You shrieked, turning your head towards the kitchen. “Can you pipe it down? I’m trying to work here!”

He responded by continuing the song, his voice more off-key than before.

You rolled your eyes and went back to your laptop, huffing in annoyance.

A few minutes later, Johnny emerged from the kitchen with your breakfast, and he was now singing Heart’s ‘Alone’ in the same irritating manner.

“Love, what’s up with you? Why are you annoying me? Do you know I’m about to have my period soon?” You said when he placed a plate of omelet and rice in front of you.

“I’m not doing anything unusual,” he said, this time placing a cup of coffee beside your breakfast, “I’m just being myself, you know?” He winked at you and patted your shoulder.

“But baby, you know when I’m in front of my laptop, I’m most likely working,” you grumbled, now taking the cup of coffee to sip on it.

“I can never tell,” he sat on the seat across from you, “Maybe you’re just reading hentai or playing your porn games,” he wiggled his eyebrows for effect, and you almost spit your coffee.

You just flipped him the bird and took another sip of the coffee he made. As always, he got your preferred taste perfectly – strong and sweet, just like he is.

“How dare you, Suh Youngho! I don’t do that anymore!”

“Yes, you do! You fell asleep with your Incognito window on a hentai comic the other day!”

That was the last straw, and you went to his side and pinched his cheeks. “You silly boy! Stop taunting me!” You squeaked, pinching his cheeks harder while he laughed at your flushed and annoyed face.

“No, I’m not going to stop teasing you! It’s also my job to annoy you since your sisters are out!” He said in between your pinching.

“Johnnyyyyy!” Your hands snaked their way around his neck, and you felt tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. “Shut up!”

“Make me!” He challenged, his face serious.

Now that was something you didn’t expect – he had his poker face on, and he seemed calm. You let go of your hands around his neck and settled them on his shoulders.

But when he gave you his trademark wink, you felt miffed again. You decided to play his game and pecked him on the lips instead.

You weren’t able to get away from him since he locked you in his embrace and deepened the kiss.

As your tongues clashed against each other, you gasped when you felt something poking beneath you. Ugh, not again! He was turned on with what you did, and you tasted like coffee, of course.

You let go when you felt very bothered by his boner and pinched his nose this time.

“You big freak,” you huffed, raising your middle finger at him again, “You’re such a tease, you know?”

“I know, baby,” Johnny had the guts to lick his lips in front of you, “and I’m going to taunt you every day with all my loving.”

“Can we have breakfast now?” You got your spoon and fork and started digging into your meal.

“Sure thing, baby,” He said while he moved his plate and drink beside you. When he was done, he sat on the chair to your left and fed you a spoonful of rice and omelet. “Say ‘ah,’” he instructed in a flirty tone, which you obeyed.

“Don’t be so grumpy, my baby princess,” he cooed, wiping the excess rice on the top of your lip.

“But I’m about to have my period! My chest feels heavier, and I feel more bloated,” you whined.

“Even if your boobs don’t get bigger and you don’t look plumper, you are always a grumpy girl,” it was now his turn to pinch your cheek.

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked away from him. Since his hand was still on your chin, he tilted it again toward his direction.

“If you promise me that you won’t be grumpy anymore, I’ll stop teasing you.”

You sighed in defeat and nodded. “Okay, I’ll try my best.”

“No buts! You should do it. You look the most beautiful when you smile.”

You pinched his arm in embarrassment and went back to eating with your head down. “You are such a flirt, love. But thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” He kissed the side of your head, and both of you ate in silence after.

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Prompt #12: “You’re a pain in the ass, you know?”

“Yeah, but I’m your pain the ass.”

Your head was throbbing in pain because a) you lack sleep, and b) Johnny was being such a pain in the ass to deal with.

As you searched the cabinet for some Advil, you saw a pair of long arms reach over you and grabbed a large pink pillbox.

You turned around to see it was the source of your headache, grinning sheepishly at you. “I assume you need Advil?”

You nodded in response, silently grabbing the pillbox from him. You went to the dining table where a glass of water was waiting for you and opened the box to get your much-needed medicine.

You felt Johnny’s eyes on you as you swallowed the pill and drank water. You closed your eyes for a bit, savoring its bitter taste in your mouth.

But then, you remembered all the things he did during the previous week that got on your nerves.

He hid your strawberry-flavored Greek yogurt from the fridge just when you were craving for it.

He placed your usual mug in the highest cupboard the day after he was in charge of doing the dishes. You had to climb up the sink just so you can reach it, and he laughed at your attempt to grab it the first time you discovered it was up there.

He woke you up by replacing your alarm with his voice recording remixed with EDM beats. He laughed again when he saw your grumpy reaction, your hair sticking all over the place as you chased him around the house with your pillow.

He used your favorite tote bag (which you waited for ages to be restocked!) when he went grocery shopping all by himself, ruining it in the process. Now it was under his care, and you didn’t know if he has finished mending it yet.

But the most annoying thing that he did was when he tickled you to tears when you didn’t wake him up when he needed to be up early for a schedule. Although he seemed annoyed at first, he was also in tears from laughter as he saw you writhe in his touch.

You let out a huge groan before lying on the couch. “This headache sucks,” you said, curling up on the sofa.

“You need some rest, baby,” you heard Johnny say, who was now standing in front of you. He wore a basketball jersey and jogging pants, which was his usual home attire.

But as always, you were distracted with his big and meaty guns. You grabbed the pillow at your foot and covered your face in it so you couldn’t see his towering figure over you.

“I’m resting right now. Please,” you looked at him briefly, “stop annoying me. You’re one of the reasons why my head is throbbing right now,” you covered your face with the pillow again.

“Oh, but why me? I have been nothing but good to you!” You felt an additional weight at the end of the sofa, which meant that he sat down beside you.

“But you kept on annoying me by hiding my food, ruining my stuff, and most of all, you almost tickled me to death!” You threw the pillow at him, which he caught. He held it in front of him and looked at you with puppy eyes.

“But Essie! You know that’s one of the ways to show that I love you!” He whined while making cute faces at you.

“Johnny, there are times that I appreciate it, and there are times that I do not,” you grumbled, now sitting up on the couch. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know?”

“Yeah, but I’m your pain in the ass,” he responded smoothly, running one of his hands through his hair.

“Ugh, Suh Youngho!” You groaned, lying back on the couch again. As soon as your back hit the sofa, you were flustered to see him on top of you with a Cheshire cat grin on his face.

“But you’re so cute when you’re grumpy!” He said playfully before his hands went to your sides and tickled you until you were in tears again.

“I’ll get you for this, John!” You said in between wheezing and kicking.

The tall guy snickered, but then he looked at you with concern when he noticed that your tears didn’t stop falling. He stopped tickling you and wiped your tears away. “Sorry, baby,” he whispered, now kissing your forehead.

You shut your eyes for the nth time today, processing this intimate moment you got yourself into. He was too close, and you could feel his breath against your forehead. Your body felt warm from head to toe, and his body felt that way as well.

But come to think of it, your head stopped pounding. You opened your eyes and saw that he gave you the sweetest smile before kissing your temple.

“Do you feel better now?”

“Surprisingly, yes. I feel much better now,” you gently pushed him away from you as you sat up once more. “But I think I should still get some rest.”

“That you do need, baby. Come,” he held your hand and led you to your room. “I’ll tuck you in.”

“No, John! I’m fine. You don’t have to do that for me,” you mumbled, looking away from him as he squeezed the hand he held.

“I insist. I want to make it up to you for being a pain in the ass.”

“But you’ll always be even if you do sweet shit like this, you know?”

“Yeah, I do. But still, please? Can I tuck my surly baby in bed?” He pleaded, blinking his eyelashes cutely at you.

“Ugh, fine. I request for hair brushing and thigh tapping too, please.”

“Anything for my dear Essie,” he said before carrying you into your bedroom bridal-style.

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FIN

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

[ICE JEWELS VOL. 12 SPECIAL INTERVIEW - YUZURU HANYU

Translation by Juro (juroscorner.blogspot.com)

Please click on the link in the reblog to read the full interview (I put left out parts in brackets [...]) and the Yuzuru related part from Satomi Ito’s interview about her costumes! (Tumblr is acting up with a direct link in the post)

Towards a “me” who surpasses myself

The World Championship (“WC”) was cancelled, drawing the 2019-20 season to a sudden conclusion. This season, he won a title that he hasn't conquered before. The victory at 4 Continents Championship (“4CC”) established Hanyu Yuzuru’s Super Slam as he entered glorious records and memories. His reflection on this season and resolution towards the upcoming season is told as follows. 

On the victory at the 4CC

Do you think of the victory at 4CC as a special memory? -       I really did win that competition, so I was happy. The last titles to obtain would probably be World Champion or Olympic Champion, but in this season, so far I’ve fulfilled tasks like winning competitions (which I haven’t won until then) like Skate Canada. Rather than any competition, this very one (4CC), is where I competed and won a silver medal at 16, but from then on, I couldn’t win it for a while. It’s good that I can finally win it. We heard that after Japan National, there was a period when you couldn’t get back on your feet. How did you spend that period? Was there any specific feeling? Then, how did you recover? Please let us know some details. -       I went through 3 consecutive competitions. (After JN), for I while I thought that Ahh, I’m quite tired out. I’ve been living placing pressure on myself and there was no time to recharge both my physical strength and emotion, so I let myself do whatever I felt like doing. I didn’t really pay attention to anything, so I don’t remember (what I did) clearly…

Just for now, “SEIMEI” and “Ballade no. 1”

[....about change of programs...]

You gave us a brilliant performance of “Ballade no. 1” at 4CC. It’s been previously said that you skated in absolute harmony with the pianist or as if you became the sound of the keyboard. What was your feeling this time? -       This time, it seemed like my body’s movement synchronized with the music playing in my head. Every single sound and melody thoroughly soaked into my body, and I let my body be in charge of the performance. Although I was nervous when doing jumps or difficult parts and there were plenty of matters to focus on, I left more than 80% of myself in the program to the music’s guidance rather than my consciousness. About the FP, what did you have to be cautious about when editing the music, to avoid destroying the world of “SEIMEI” now that the music needs to be 30s shorter? -       I found it compelling not to spoil the flow of the music or the program, so I avoided omitting any iconic part. There were parts where the tempo was quickened in the interest of time. However, even when the tempo was faster, for me, there was a certain meaning in skating [“SEIMEI”], and I had to be careful not to let the unique rhythm of my own fall apart. If the rhythm was changed too much, the true meaning of skating this program would be substantially different. Do you have any intention with SEIMEI’s new layout? To be specific, in the first 1 minute, you include 4 jumps. There was no run-up in between, only a mere turn from 3A to 3F. Please let us know how you came to engendering such a layout, something that can’t be done by anyone but Hanyu Yuzuru. -       Firstly, I wanted to cherish the music cuts which make up the program as much as possible. Then, there was editing to do. I didn’t want to change the flow of the first half, so the solution was to have 3 jumps with [1.1x] bonus in the 2nd half, I must find some way to insert one more jump in the 1st half, and I came up with placing 3F there. It could be either 3Lo or 3F, but I chose 3F since it did not to disrupt the music and rhythm. I showed Shae [my idea] right after she finished shaping the whole program, but she was also pleased by it, so we went with that layout. 

Is there any experience from skating “Otonal” and “Origin” that you can utilize? -       “Otonal” is a piano piece but there’s also an orchestra. With the piano’s sound as the core, I was trying to express the completion of the music, and [skate] while gathering picking up various shades of music. When skating “Ballade no. 1”, because I have [experienced] expressing an orchestra, I’ve come to feel the purity and transparent quality of the piano’s echo, and the expansion of sound even more deeply. I skated “Origin” while channeling the power surging up from deep inside and I always performed it taking my own self as a (candle’s) wick. Throughout the performance, that energy became the nuclear*. In “SEIMEI”, even when receiving those energy and power, it’s important to adjust so everything is kept under control. Rather than letting the overflowing energy run loose, I want to embody floaty, airy image and philosophical insights, even with my feet on the ground.

On this season’s achievements and next season’s goals You adopted the strategy of changing jump layouts according to the competition. You also competed in the GPS, GPF, and JN. What did you achieve? -       I think not getting injured is my biggest achievement.When I forcefully try to push myself from poor to peak condition, my body can’t catch up. I went through a long time with no serenity even in my heart, but this season, I think I was able to adjust well. Would you let us know how your training, for injury prevention and such, is coming along? -       I think I know the where within myself the “line” (limit) at which I should stop pushing ahead is. However, I’m aware that if I can’t overcome that boundary, I can’t improve, so I think cautiously about the days when I can push beyond the limit and days when I shouldn’t.

The WC was cancelled, but how was the result of your training after 4CC, and how that will connect to next season? -       I feel like I was even more attentive to practicing skating basics and jumps. I wouldn’t say everything is completed, but if I train earnestly now, I can detect what goes wrong, and that’s how the result will connect to next season in my opinion. Did the novel coronavirus affect your training and daily life in Canada? Also, what are the precautions you’re practicing? -       I’ve been washing my hands and gaggling my throat. Besides, whenever I come home from practice, I disinfect various things. I think there isn’t much impact on my training. From now on, it’s off-season. Do you have any training you want to do in mind? -       I want to spend time on practicing 4A, for it’s extremely difficult to train for a new jump mid-season. My home rink was already closed, so it’ll be tough from now on (Interviewer: By 3/16, Ontario had been locked down to reduce the spread of coronavirus). However, I can still make use of other methods like on-land training, etc. I think it’s helpful to build a good foundation. Please let us know your vision of next season’s program, image of music and such, to an extent that you find acceptable. -       I want to do new programs. I don’t know for sure how long it would take to incorporate 4A, but that’s also my goal to work hard for next season. I haven’t had any tangible image of the programs or music for now. However, I hope to do something that is meaningful to myself.

We’ll ask you about the 4A. At GPF, you’ve given us a glimpse it for the first time. What do you think about the atmosphere in the arena at that time after you showcased the jump? -       I was nervous, but because I was jumping in front of everybody, I kind of hoped I would succeed. I really enjoy the taste of climbing over the hindering wall.

[...about state of 4A...]

Finally, please let us know your resolutions for next season and send a message to fans. -       I’m really thankful that you keep supporting me to the end in this season as well. I think everyone is all going through a hard time because of the novel coronavirus right now. Please be careful. For me, from now on I will keep on accumulating the training towards next season, including the 4A. 

[...Bonus: Yuzu-related parts in Satomi Ito’s special interview ...] [Juro’s explanation on use of words and message by Juro]

[writemywaytoyourheart]

BTS Reaction: You having a panic attack | Maknae Line

Requested: yes ❤️ thanks for the request love!

a/n: here's the second part to the panic attack reaction! Hope you guys like it :)) -chip

Genre: angst-ish, fluff

Warnings: panic attacks, car accident and catcalling. Nothing too severe but if that triggers you don't read!

PARK JIMIN:

an anGEL

"TO THE STORE!!! WOOHOO!!" Jimin cheers and runs down the steps leading from your apartment, jumping off at the last few steps and landing on the ground gracefully before sprinting to the car. You hurry down the stairs and laugh at him, sending him a big smile when you see him watching you happily from the side of the car.

Jimin always gets excited when you two have movie night. Whether it's the movie, spending time with you, or the snacks; you still can't figure it out. You climb into the driver's seat, buckling your seatbelt and turning to your boyfriend, "ok, seatbelt on?" He nods and pulls on the belt strapped around him to prove it to you. You laugh and shake your head, turning on the radio and plugging your phone in.

"Music?" Jimin pumps his fists in the air at your question.

"Yessss!"

~

The two of you make it to the store, and run around collecting all the goodies you can't wait to stuff your face with. Jimin has a little basket and is grabbing chips, popcorn, and spicy snacks. You fill your basket with different candy, cookies and ice cream. Then, the both of you meet up and buy everything, lugging it to the car and settling back in your seats.

"Woooo, that was a lot." You flop in your chair and pull the buckle around you. Jimin pulls his on as well and nods, "yeah, there will be no shortage of snacks tonight!" You two laugh and you plug your phone in; handing it to Jimin and giggling at his surprised face.

"You can pick the music. As long as it isn't something you know I hate." He nods and gently takes the phone, scrolling through the options.

You're driving down the road, singing along with Jimin to the song blasting through the speakers; when the car in front of you swerves a little to the right. It straightens out, but now you're nervous anyway. Jimin makes a 'hm' sound and you see him shift in his seat.

"That car has done that a couple times, actually." Jimin speaks up and your palms start to sweat. Was the driver drunk? Hurt? Tired? Just not paying attention? Your mind starts to think up all the worst case scenarios, then you feel Jimin's hand on your thigh. He pats it and says softly, "it's alright y/n, just stay a safe distance behind him and we'll be fine." Yes. Yes, he's right. If you keep your cool, no matter what the person in front of you does; you'll be fine. You take a few deep breaths in and let them out slowly, keeping a distance between you and the swerving car. If there's one person you trust, it's Jimin. If he says you're fine, then you're fine. Jimin smiles at you and pats your thigh again, "good job baby, see? Nothing's gonna happen. Just hope he pulls over soon." You nod in agreement.

After a couple minutes, the car seems to be going straight again, but you're still uneasy. Jimin shifts again and mumbles, "is there a number we can call to give them a heads up that someone is driving that maybe shouldn't be?" You shrug but keep your eyes on the road, "I'm not sure. But I don't trust this guy-"

At the same second you say that; the car in front swerves off the road, almost turning in a complete circle and you scream, slamming on the breaks and just missing colliding with the vehicle.

You and Jimin lurch forward in your seats; the belts restraining you and slamming you back into place. Thankfully, the airbags didn't explode and you both seem to be fine. Your breathing picks up and you start to cry, your hands shaking and struggling to unbuckle yourself. Jimin unbuckles and quickly reaches to your side to undo your seatbelt.

"Hey, hey baby it's okay. Calm down, y/n." You can't though. Your nerves are absolutely shot and now all you can see is dust in front of the car, obscuring your view of the other driver.

Once Jimin is sure you didn't bang your head too bad, he hops out and runs to the other car. You can't see anything, but your body is frozen jn place and won't let you get out of the car. A minute later Jimin comes into view; his phone to his ear while he nods and speaks to someone on the other side. Your boyfriend walks to your side and opens your door just as he hangs up, "come here, baby. It's alright. Everyone is okay." He pulls you into a gentle hug and let's you cry it out on his shoulder.

"Just breathe deep, babygirl. You did the right thing, everything is okay." After a minute of just crying, you pull your head up and wipe your eyes, "how is he? Is the other driver okay?" Jimin nods and pushes your hair back from your eyes.

"He's okay. He didn't get enough sleep last night I guess. He's shaken up and extremely regretful, but he doesn't have any serious injuries. The police will be here soon to get everything sorted out." You nod again and Jimin smiles softly, lifting your chin to look him in the eyes, "hey now, you did great. I'm so proud of you." Jimin knows you suffer from anxiety and it took a huge amount of strength to keep your cool. You hesitate, then give him a small smile.

"After this is all figured out, I'll drive home. We'll continue movie night and forget this happened, okay?"

"Thanks Jiminie."

"I'm so proud, and I love you, y/n."

"Love you too."

KIM TAEHYUNG:

mHm, yAs, wHo sAid yOu cOuld LoOk liKe thAt?

"You ready, cutie?" Taehyung opens the car door as you're flinging your purse over your shoulder and skipping to the door he's opened for you.

"Yes, I am! Thanks, baby." You hop in the car and Tae shuts the door with a big boxy smile on his face. He gets in on his side and shuts the door, rubbing his hands together and turning towards you, "alrighty! So, downtown?" You nod enthusiastically and he giggles while putting the car into gear.

~

Tae hurries out of his side so he can open the door for you; which makes your heart positively melt. You pat his arm and smile at him when you hop out, "thank you, you're such a gentleman." You kiss his cheek and he tries to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks by staring at the ground.

"N-no problem." Then your fiance links his arm in yours and you two are off. You both love to shop, so you go in and out of lots of stores before stopping to grab a bite to eat. After lunch, you see a pair of tan heels in the window of a store and stop to look at them. Tae didn't notice and kept walking for a few paces before turning and realizing you had stopped. He laughs at you staring into the window longingly; then he starts walking back to you. Right before he reaches you, he hears some random man call out to you.

"Hey beautiful! Looking good."

You turn at the sound of the voice, seeing that Tae had kept walking and some man was looking you up and down. There's a sinking feeling in your stomach and you turn to walk away when he calls out again, "you not gonna say 'thank you', babygirl?" You pick up your speed when you see Tae walking towards you with a look of murder on his face.

"What a shame, I woulda liked to-" the man says some inappropriate stuff that you try to block out. You reach Tae and he grabs you by the arm and pulls you to him. You stumble into his chest and try not to panic. You can feel how tense he is and when he goes to move toward the guy you hold him back, "Tae, please. Please, let's just get out of here. Please, Tae." You're starting to tear up, scared that the man is gonna try to start something with your fiance and you just want to leave. Tae's shoulders drop when he feels your panicked grip on his shirt.

"You're a piece of trash. No wonder all you do is sit on the street and catcall girls. You couldn't get a date if you paid someone. Pathetic." Taehyung spits at the man and turns to gently drag you away.

"T-thank you, Taetae." Your voice is quivering and he pulls you into a nearby store before enveloping you in his strong arms. "Are you okay, darling?" You nod, but contrary to your actions you burst into tears and choked breaths. Taehyung shushes you and holds you close, petting your hair and rocking you back and forth.

"Hey, how about some boba tea?" He says after a little while, then he laughs at the way your watery eyes start to shine at his suggestion. You nod and he wipes your tears away, "no need to fret baby, I won't let anyone touch you." You hug him again and listen to the sound of his heartbeat; it's strong and steady, calming you down almost instantly.

A week later you find a box with a note from him. The note reads: Just a little present for my one and only girl <3

You smile and set the note down gently before opening the box; gasping and rolling your eyes when you see the tan heels you wanted that day.

JEON JUNGKOOK:

yEaH let's not talk about this gif. Bc I'm dead mofo.

It came out of nowhere honestly, you have no idea why it happened....

You and Jungkook are on his bed, he's on his back scrolling through his phone and you're laying on your stomach with your head on his tummy. You were extremely tired earlier when he asked you to come over but you missed him so much so you decided to just relax with him, that way you could still spend time together.

Jungkook giggles, which causes his tummy to jiggle; making your head move since it's lying right on his stomach. You laugh and open one eye to peek up at him, "what're you laughing about up there?" he looks over the top of his phone down at you and smiles before cooing at you, "hi sleepyhead, get a good nap?" You nod against his abdomen and cuddle closer to him, "I guess, if you can call fifteen minutes a good nap." He nods, running his fingers through your hair then flips his phone around for you to look at while he massages your head, "this is what I was laughing about. You can go back to sleep if you want sweetie, I'm not going anywhere." You look at the meme on his phone that Taehyung sent him and giggle at it then you stuff your face back into his belly and give it a big kiss. Jungkook squirms and laughs out loud, "stoooop~ it's tickling!" You smile and lie back down, closing your eyes. You feel Jungkook brushing your forehead softly.

That's when it hits you. Suddenly your chest is tight and you squeeze your eyes shut, willing it to go away. You breathe in and out deeply, but it just gets worse from there. You feel your palms get sweaty and the thought that someone is going to hurt you jumps into your brain so quick you can't catch it in time to logically figure it out.

You sit bolt upright, startling Jungkook, grabbing your chest in an attempt to help the air go in. Jungkook sits up quickly and reaches out for your hand. He knows exactly what's going on, even if he doesn't know what has triggered it. You don't mean to, but you're panicking at this point, so you yank your hand out of his roughly and stumble off the bed. Jungkook watches you in alarm, seeing you start to sob and shake right in front of him, and not knowing a single thing to do about it.

"I- I ca- I can't-" your breaths are super short and your sobs are choking you, not letting you get enough air in to speak. You start to fold in on yourself, the horrible feeling that someone is right there about to kill you taking over your mind. At this point Jungkook is off the bed, mind turning round and round to figure out what to do. Then he wraps his arms around you, sinking to the floor slowly alongside you as you cower to the ground. You both sit on the floor and you can hear Jungkook saying something, you don't know what, but the sound of his voice is breaking through the blur of panic.

You mentally grab onto his voice while he rocks you back and forth, telling yourself over and over that it's okay. You hear little fragments of what he's saying, things like, "my baby's okay. You're perfectly safe my love. No one can hurt you. You're okay babygirl. My baby is so strong. It's just you and me, love. Nobody but you and me."

Eventually your sobs have stopped. Jungkook keeps rocking you, back and forth while you two sit on his bedroom floor. When you come to, you realize he's started to sing to you.

His voice is breaking slightly due to his tears, but you can't see his face. His heart breaks for you every time this happens, and he wishes he could take it all away.

Your breaths are slow and calm now, the tears on your face just a sticky reminder of what just happened.

When Jungkook feels your breathing slow down, he pulls back and smiles gently at you. You look like a mess with your hair sticking to your face and a red, runny nose sniffling. Jungkook kisses your nose and softly wipes under your eyes, then he pulls his sleeve over his palm and gently dabs under your nose to clean you up.

"There you go, baby." He whispers and keeps smiling while fixing your face up. You curl back into his chest and he wraps his arms around you, continuing the song where he left off.

"Take my hands now, you are the cause of my euphoria."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

a/n 2.0: I hate Tumblr. The end.

[dancing-on-the-waves]

Going Home

Going Home

I can’t go home again. I can visit my home, but I can’t go home. I can tell you about the park, with the war monument, the 4 cannons, the bench I sat on with Ted, as we looked to the future in the dark. I can describe the church,  the school, the hotel then rooming house, where the underaged could buy cigarettes. The offices, the Red Horse, with its Friday fish fries, and the Mobil Gas station, that surrounded the park, but I can’t go home again I can map out the whole town for you name every street in about 5 minutes, but I can’t go home. I can walk the streets with you, and point out where the Twamley’s, the Meath’s, the Benz’s the Brown’s the Bell’s, the Harrington’s, where my first crush lived, and where the Chest’s,Neth’s, Sinclair’s, Cole’s, McCormick’s, Phillip’s, lived, and where I lived, and Reed St. where my grandparents lived, and so many others, but I can’t go home again. I could tell you the history of the town the mineral springs, popular before the Civil War, when people visited the Downs. The 21 hotels that were once there, the Night the Star Market Burned down, the sesquicentennial in 1958 the beginnings of Tom Wahl’s Twin Kiss, the root beer the best in the state. I can tell you the history, but I am no longer a part of its history. I can tell you the things I did Scouts, Little League, swimming across Conesus Lake hiking, camping. The fights I got into with Tom, Russ, Mark and a few others, and one at the ball park. The the girls I dated; Dianne, Pam, Linda, Barb, Jane... where and with whom I had my first kiss. I, her accepted swain Where I had my first drinks, legal and illegal, the places I worked Doc Haller’s the farm, Super Duper and Birds-Eye. with migrants I worked, but I can’t go home again I could tell you about the teachers; Sister Constantia, the nightmares she created, Mr.Eaton with a ruler, Mr. Mizinski  who wanted to whip us all Mr. Walker who didn’t quite catch me. All cheering us on from the bleachers. Doctors, Doc Haller saving a dog named Bones, Doc Collins who I woke late one night, Doc Hayes, and Doc Lynch  who treated my measles and ear aches, and whose wife had Trichinosis neighbors and friends were the doctors. The firemen; Jim R., George M., and my father. Brave men one and all of them. The police, Fred Farrell and the Pipianos ... the rich, and the poor, the good, and the bad, the happy, as well as the sad, but I can’t go home again. There is so much more I could tell you about Bonnie and Clyde, and moonlight swims HO cars, and Lionel trains, skates and skateboards, and grandpa’s checker board, Peacoats and British Walkers KB + JN carved in a tree. Sledding, by a warm fire petting. School dances and quiet romances, sailing into a storm  water filling the hull full, and running from an angry bull, Jr/Sr fight days, and Junior Prom day Labor Day, July 4th, the Memorial Day parade, strawberry festivals and, gin and Koolade, hopping trains, and stopping a train. Marbles, tether ball, fishing, catching frogs, and snakes, and on stars wishing. Reunions, weddings, and graduations, and boys turning into men to fight for far away nations. I can tell you about my home where I grew, where I matured How time flew. Where I learned about life, with the future in view love, bitterness, family and death, so much I could tell you of the past the town’s past, my past. but now, today, tomorrow... the fights have all ceased, my family is deceased, the girls are all gone, it would be all wrong. streets, stores, theater remain, the park with the monument and cannons remain, and the homes remain homes of people with different names who would remember my name?, it wouldn’t be the same I can go back.

but I can’t go home again.

K. C. Barry

[lawrenceop]

Holy Land Retrospective - Day 2

Reminder: clicking on the link for each photo (links are all in red text) will take you to the Flickr page where you can see the photo in larger sizes.  Start with DAY 1, or read on!

PHOTO 4: Here at Gethsemane, in the place of the olive press, at the foot of the Mount of Olives is the ‘Church of All Nations’ where our Lord was pressed down by the sins and burdens of humanity. Within this church is an area of rock where Our Lord knelt and prayed in agony on the night before he was betrayed. And on this rock is the altar where we celebrated Holy Mass; the principal celebrant was Fr Donald Calloway MIC. Throughout the Mass, those pilgrims who were seated at the front were touching the rock, some placing their Rosaries on it, and some in tears. The sorrows and needs of the many are rightly expressed here for in this place the Lord underwent the agonies of all humanity ranged across all of time. 

So the letter to the Hebrews says: “Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to him who was able to save him from death, and he was heard for his godly fear.” (Heb 5:7) These words are inscribed in Latin beneath the mosaic on the facade of the church: Christ kneels before the Father, offering up prayers and supplications, suffering in his own body for the sake of humanity. And we see ranged on either side of Jesus representatives of all of Mankind, brought low by sin and the consequences of original sin: Because of the sin of Adam, Man is now subject to death, war, pestilence, ignorance, and suffering. (cf Gen 3:16-19) But the merciful immortal God assumed our humanity, our mortal condition, even, in the person of Jesus Christ. Thus God, through the human nature of Christ, is able to suffer as we do, even though he is innocent of all sin. And he, who is the second Adam, freely chose to suffer even the ignominy of the Cross for our sake so as to free us from the most profound effect of sin, which is death. So Pope St Leo the Great said: 

“God’s compassion for us is all the more wonderful because Christ died, not for the righteous or the holy but for the wicked and the sinful, and, though the divine nature could not be touched by the sting of death, he took to himself, through his birth as one of us, something he could offer on our behalf. The power of his death once confronted our death. In the words of Hosea the prophet: Death, I shall be your death; grave, I shall swallow you up. By dying he submitted to the laws of the underworld; by rising again he destroyed them. He did away with the everlasting character of death so as to make death a thing of time, not of eternity. As all die in Adam, so all will be brought to life in Christ.” 

Here, in this place of Gethsemane, the Lord Jesus manifested his will to suffer and die in order to “wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain any more, for the former things have passed away." (Apoc 21:4)

PHOTO 5: Every Good Friday, the Passion is sung according to Dominican chant in our priories, and since 2005 I have sung the part of the Evangelist who begins with these words: “Jesus went forth with his disciples across the Kidron valley, where there was a garden, which he and his disciples entered.” (Jn 18:1) These steps mark a route, dating to the time of Jesus, that would lead from the site of the Upper Room on Mount Zion (where the Last Supper took place) down into the Kidron valley, and across to the Garden of Gethsemane; these steps run just along the periphery of the house of Caiaphas the High Priest where Peter denied his Master. As I stood here contemplating the view – the Kidron valley down below, and the Mount of Olives in the distance – I heard the music of the Passion, and this year when I sang those lines again, this scene flashed through my mind. 

PHOTO 6: Beneath the white structure on the right, which is shaped like the lid of a jar and continually cooled by jets of water, lie the first seven scrolls of the Bible discovered at Qumran in 1947, the “Dead Sea Scrolls”. Called ‘The Shrine of the Book’, it is part of the Israel Museum where we also viewed a wonderful model of Jerusalem at the time of the Second Temple. The model helped us to locate and situate the events of Jesus’s Passion and Resurrection in relation to the geography and orientation of the holy city; the ancient scrolls of Scripture helped us to situate Jesus, the living Word of God made flesh, in the context of the culture and sacred history into which he was born. 

“Rolling up the scroll, he handed it back to the attendant and sat down, and the eyes of all in the synagogue looked intently at him. He said to them, “Today this scripture passage is fulfilled in your hearing.””– Luke 4:20-21.

Photographically, I liked the contrast of the smoothly curved modern surface of the Shrine juxtaposed with the deeply-carved curls and swirls of the ancient capital in the foreground. It spoke to me of the antiquity of the lands we were in and its history and culture that continued into the present time. 

PHOTO 7: Barely fifteen minutes from the Israel Museum is the village of Ein Karem, the ‘Spring of the Vineyard’ where St John the Baptist was born. The village is nestled in verdant hills, in the “hill country” of Judah as St Luke describes it (cf Lk 1:39). We prayed the Joyful Mysteries of the Rosary as we climbed up to the church of the Visitation. It was to this place that Mary went with haste after St Gabriel had left her. It was here that the infant John was sanctified in the womb by the Holy Spirit; here that the baby leapt with joy as the Redeemer in the womb drew near; here that the two cousins met and the ‘Magnificat’ was first sung. To honour this, I sang the Magnificat outside the church. In the crypt of this church is this well which many believe is where the Visitation took place, a well near the house of Zechariah where the Baptist was born, and also a well that Our Lady would have come to daily to draw water. At  this place, therefore, Mary, who might well be called the well of salvation from whom the living waters of the Saviour was drawn, came to draw the waters of Ein Kerem.

The name ‘Ein Kerem’ is fitting, for the waters of the spring, which bubble up in this place of many wells, are indicative of fecundity and new life. For it is here, in the person of St John and his parents, St Elizabeth and St Zechariah, that God’s vineyard, Israel, learns of the coming of the Saviour who refreshes it. But not only Israel but the whole of God’s creation is renewed and made fruitful by the coming of Christ, so that from henceforth, all may now drink of the new wine of divinity that unites Man to God. (cf Jn 2:10-11) 

O God, you are my God, for you I long; for you my soul is thirsting. My body pines for you like a dry, weary land without water. – Ps 63:2

PHOTO 8: A particular joy and privilege of staying in Jerusalem throughout this pilgrimage, and being so close to the Holy Sepulchre, meant that I could visit this place, the centre of the world, every day. So, almost every evening, I rushed straight from dinner to the church of the Holy Sepulchre. The doors would shut at 9pm, so I usually had just under an hour to explore the church, to enjoy the relative calm of the evening when the hordes of pilgrims and tourists had gone home, and to sit and pray in the shadows. Looking down from Calvary just before the doors are shut, this is where the entrance to the church is located, and here is the stone of anointing surrounded by pilgrims who are kissing it, touching crosses and Rosaries and handkerchieves to it, and kneeling in silent prayer. 

I love this church because all of Christian history and cultures and peoples, with their rich diversity and confusing variety – and our disagreements, too – seem to converge on this sacred place. It is fragrant with the smell of incense, burning wax, and sooty olive oil, and it embodies the antiquity of the Christian Faith. Above all, it reminds me that Christianity did not originate in the West, and is not our possession, even if the Vicar of Christ ended up in Rome. Rather, in a sense, Christianity belongs here or at least it has its roots here, in the exotic ‘Middle East’, which comes alive with keening Byzantine chant, bearded monks in long black robes, and the hubbub of languages more ancient than Latin. For many centuries the universal Church looked to Jerusalem and its liturgies and rites for inspiration, for here, in the church of the Holy Sepulchre was the central focal point of the one true Faith, and thus, the centre of the world. During my one week in Jerusalem, how could I fail to come here daily and stand atop Calvary and beside the Empty Tomb?

How good and how pleasant it is, when brothers live in unity! It is like precious oil upon the head running down upon the beard, running down upon Aaron's beard, upon the collar of his robes. It is like the dew of Hermon which falls on the heights of Zion. For there the Lord gives his blessing, life for ever. – Psalm 133.

Tomorrow: Nazareth and Mount Tabor.

[justgayskissinggays]

The government had long ago decided not to follow rules based in morality. Whether it was slow or fast, the fall was certain. Morgan did not care about them. Half of the war torn country they lived in had long ago gained indepence from the united states.

Whatever part of the country remained in control by the government lived a dystopian hescape, ruled by a militaristic, unethical system that was only democratic on a technicality. The other half, left to anarchy, resided in semi peace. Many forming their own small governments and organizations.

The Morality Organization had been in place long before the destruction of society in north america. Morgan saw to it that it was run on fair ground and ideals.

The Devil project was started by the government, they used live human teat subjects jn an effort to create living weapons. Though it was known to. exist, no one knew the details beyond that. Morgan had helped seventeen weapons escape.

Lyspawn was one of them. Morgan narrowed his eyes at the other man in front of him. He had thirty men, and they were making a weapons deal with the group that owned this base. Guns tense, those who were trigger happy had an unreadable glee inside.

Morgan knew from the beginning this was trap. Weapons pointed at them in all directions. He was only sad to know that the people watching cameras from the van - his boyfriend being one of them - were likely very worried.

In a second, he barked orders and gun shots erupted. His men were far better trained then the Byron's. They fell easily, but what he lacked in quality he more then made up for in sheer quanitity. Seventeen minutes in, Morgan spoke one order.

"Lyspawn. Eradicate."

Lyspawn's com turned off. Two seconds later, his cheery vouce spoke. "Enemy eradicated in all wings!"

Byron fell soon after that.

[vfdbaudelairefile13]

Misery Loves Company part 2:

This is Sunny Baudelaire:

Don't you dare underestimate her due to her age and size. She will take your foolish underestimation and make you regret it. She may be the smallest and youngest on the Baudelaire team but she is definitely a force to be feared. Sunny is armed with a strong ambition, clever wit, sarcastic tongue, and her four very sharp teeth. She is the child who walks through a storm with a smile on her face.

When Sunny meets her older half-sister, Violet, she accepts Violet with open arms. Shes excited to have a sister and shes relieved that Klaus has an older sibling who will take care of him as he has taken care of her. Sunny is determined to survive and defeat Olaf and his goons. Sunny is the peacemaker of the three children and she uses her compassion to help her older siblings see eye to eye. Sunny will see dangers and evils that no one her age should ever have to deal with but she is going to do her best to stay strong for her siblings. Sunnys the girl that finds trouble even when shes not looking for it, so Olaf better be careful. This baby girl bites back with rage and fury. Especially when you're threatening her loved ones.

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"If they open the trunk..." Violet whispered. "Klaus. You take Sunny and *run*, I'll kick them with both of my feet to buy you guys some time."

"The fuck?" Sunny whispered shaking her head.

"Sunny's right, Vi," klaus whispered. "That's not happening. We are not ...we are not splitting up again. Either all three of us survive or none of us,"

"But...Snickets take care of their own..." she whimpered.

"Ohana," Sunny whispered to Violet, shifting her head to look at Vi. "Just us," she said holding up three fingers. "You, Klaus, Me," she said as she pointing at each finger.

"You're not just a Snicket, Vi. You're a Baudelaire..." klaus reassured her. "And we Baudelaires take care of our own, too,"

Violet smiled at both of them but shook her head. "I'm the eldest...its my job to..."

"Stand down, little soldier," Klaus whispered. Using the exact phrase that violet had used when she told him that she was gonna do everything in her power to defeat Olaf. "Little brother and sister are here,"

"Not alone," Sunny agreed.

Violet looked from Klaus to Sunny and gave them both a small smile. She knew that they meant what they said...they had just saved her from being Olafs captive but she couldnt help but hear Olafs cruel words replaying in her mind. The orphans heard Olaf and his gang get out of the car. They heard a sharp noise poking at Olafs trunk. They believed it was the hook handed man. Sunny bared her teeth ready to attack, although she was scared. She didnt know *exactly* what Esme and Olaf wanted from her older siblings but she knows she didnt want them to get what they wanted. Klaus started breathing rapidly, worried that they were going to open the trunk. He put one hand on Sunny and the other one Vi, closing his eyes. Violet noticed Klaus was breathing heavily through his mouth and she was scared that he was making too much noise. So she quietly slid a hand over his mouth to muffle the noise, making sure to not cover his nose so he could still breathe.

They froze as they could hear the mans hook rattling around the trunk handle.

"What are you doing?" Olaf asked. Klaus started shaking because his eyes were closed and he believed Olaf was talking to him and his sisters.

"Getting the trunk wine for Esme..." the hook handed man explained.

"Forget the trunk wine!" Olaf replied. "We have to find those brats!" He said punching the trunk of the car. Violet hoped that if Olaf continued to hit the trunk, that he wouldnt hit it hard enough to make it open. 

"But the wine..." Esme whined

"Madame Lulu will provide us all with beverages. My sweet. Let's go. We dont have a minute to lose," olaf said walking ahead and everyone in his troop followed him. Esme growled under her breath but followed along.

The children laid in Olaf's trunk for several silent minutes pondering whether or not the coast was clear. "We are doomed," Klaus whispered.

"Honestly, we're lucky hes such an asshole and assumes that someone will provide beverages for him," violet whispered.

"Out?" sunny whispered which meant, "do you think the coast is clear and we can get out of here?"

"If we're being honest, we shouldnt have gotten into this trunk in the first place," klaus whispered as Violet rolled her eyes.

"This is what happens when you listen to my loopy ass," she joked as she began reaching around for the emergency handle to open the trunk.

"*listen?* you think I had a choice?" Klaus hissed back annoyed at Violet's joke. "Your loopy ass picked up my sister and put her in this fucker's trunk! What was I supposed to do? Wave goodbye?"

Violet frowned but didnt respond. While Sunny gave Klaus a mean glare. "*Our*," she reminded Klaus.

"Sorry," he muttered feeling bad because he was still adjusting to the fact that he wasnt Sunny's only sibling anymore. "I'm trying, Vi."

"Uh-huh. No...its fine... you're still adjusting," Violet said only half believing that he was sorry as Olaf's words kept replaying in her mind. She sighed. "Sunny? Do me a favor, hun. Since you can move around better than we can. Find a red hand that says emergency. Pull it and the trunk should open." Violet explained.

"Copy that," Sunny replied as she shuffled herself off of her two siblings. Violet and Klaus laid there as Sunny slowly crawled around. "No luck," Sunny replied after a minute.

This sent Klaus into a frenzy. He began to shake and tears formed in his eyes. "We are sitting ducks," he said. "Hes gonna come back and need something from his trunk and we are either going to die from hunger, dehydration, or by his hands."

Violet rolled her eyes. "Stop overreacting. I can figure this out. I just need to..." she said as she realized that she was in a hospital gown. Which had no pockets. Which means she didnt have any of her ribbons. "He has my ribbons..." she said sorrowfully.

"Yep. We should never have gotten into this fuxking trunk." Klaus muttered angrily.

"Are you a broken record player? Got some new complaints?" Violet asked.

"Actually...yeah, first off..." Klaus began.

"Stop," Sunny interrupted sternly. She hated when they argued. She just wanted her tiny family unit to stay united. She looked sternly at both siblings as she traced her fingers in her blonde hair, pulling out her yellow ribbon. "Spare?" She asked Violet as she handed her the ribbon.

"Thanks, Sunny. Its smaller than mine but it should work. I'll give it back to you."

Sunny shook her head. "Keep," she said smiling. "My gift,"

"You're seriously the sweetest thing ever, Sunshine." Violet said as she struggled to tie her hair while laying down.

The entire time Klaus was shaking and imagining the worst outcome which was obviously Olaf finding them in his trunk like a pack of sardines in a can.

 Sunny watched her brother and crawled to him. "Never hurt again," she said slowly putting a gentle hand on his chest. Klaus looked at Sunny who smiled back at him. "Protect," she whimpered pointing from herself and Violet to Klaus.

Klaus opened his mouth to ask Sunny something but was interrupted by Violet saying. "I got it,"

Both younger orphans looked at her as she gave Olafs trunk a good kick. Klaus' eyes got wide. "Are you *trying* to get us killed?" He asked terrified.

"No...just trust me."

"I have trusted you and look where it's got me," Klaus muttered

"Stop," Sunny replied.

Violet huffed at Klaus' response as she gave Olafs trunk another good kick. "Sunny. I need your teeth," she said.

"Hell yeah!" Sunny cheered.

"Can you two please keep it down?" Klaus begged.

His sisters ignored him as Violet instructed Sunny to use her teeth as a lockpick to unlock the trunk. After a few minutes of Sunny twisting and turning her head. The siblings each gave a sigh of relief when they heard a faint *click* as the trunk popped open slightly. Sunny take a quick glance outside to make sure the villains werent around. "Clear," she called as Klaus pushed the trunk open entirely. Sunny moved out of his way so he could get out of the trunk first. He grabbed Sunny and set her to the ground and held out a hand for Violet to help her out incase she was still effected by the anesthesia. Violet grabbed his hand and once Violet was put of the trunk. She lowered the trunk but didnt completely shut it. The children huddled together behind Olafs car. Violet shivered in the cold air and Klaus took off his suit jacket and handed it to her.

"Here...you need this more than I do..." he said.

"Thanks, bro."

"Plan?" Sunny asked as her eyes noticed the VFD insignia. "V.F.D." she muttered as she pointed in the direction of one of the carnival tents.

Violet and Klaus looked to where she was pointing and then at one another. Violet scoffed and rolled her eyes as Klaus smiled.

"A carnival? Really? Does this cult control the whole planet?" Violet asked  jn annoyed tone.

"What are you talking about? That's VFD. That's a good sign," Klaus argued

"Or a very bad one. Like *very* *very* bad sign, Klaus." Violet pointed out.

"How? Theyll know where the survivor is hiding," he explained.

"Olaf," Sunny noted.

"Sunny's right. Klaus. If this is VFD and *Olaf and Esme* are welcomed here...this might be the wrong side of VFD...well the *worst* side," Violet scoffed annoyed.

"Fuck..." Klaus whispered.

The children sat on the ground, all three trying to figure out what would be their best next move. All three scared for their lives. All three worried about surviving long enough to be reunited with whichever parent survived the fire.

[heave-hyung]

can i please have a fic based on your jimin emeto headcanon? like about him being emotional the most and being needy and feeling bad. like hes been feeling bad for a while but he tries acting like he isnt but everyone can tell and he finally clings to someone and breakdowns about how much his tummy hurts and when he gets jn front of the toilet he tres holding it down and starts crying and the person taking care of him easeshim into finally letting go and he just feels bad all night

 A/N: So, i know I didn’t really include any other members, but I did try and go for the whole breakdown thing and went with a prompt idea I’d had in my mind for a while. I was going to extend it to a whole all-night ordeal, but it was already approaching 2000 words…I was going to post this as a separate fic, but I figured it fit the prompt enough. If you want me to do something different for those headcanons or have another specific prompt, or if you want a continuation or anything, just let me know!!!

A/N pt.2: ALSO GUYS!! THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I’VE EVER WRITTEN!!! 2,301 WORDS!! Also I finally wrote something after 1235123710293857123 years, sorry I’ve been so slow! ANYWAY, yeah, here’s the fic~~

     It’s probably nothing, he told himself. It’s probably nothing. Jimin hoped he was right in saying that—but even if he was wrong, telling himself he was fine was the only way he’d been keeping himself sane. If he’d let his mind wander through all of the possibilities, he’d probably pass out. It wasn’t as if he looked particularly peppy at the time, far from–some of the other members had asked if he was okay in passing before they went out to do their own thing.

    But Jimin doesn’t like to be stressed over—he doesn’t like stress in general. So, convincing himself that it was just a bellyache was a win-win; it kept him from freaking out over the fact that he might be sick, and it kept the others away from knowing how bad he felt and worrying about it. It wasn’t that Jimin was afraid of vomiting, really—he was no stranger to being sick. More that he didn’t want to think about the unpleasant outcomes until those outcomes came to be. He’d make himself feel much worse thinking about it; he lets his brain have power over his body too often.

    Aside from the mantra of it ‘probably being nothing’ that played through his head, Jimin had been making excuses all day; he was starting to run low on things to blame it on.

    When he woke up feeling uncomfortable, he blamed it on not eating much lately. So he forced himself to eat everything on his plate as fast as humanly possible. And then, when he ate breakfast and it just sat like a rock in his stomach, only making him more queasy, he blamed it on eating too fast. This excuse managed to get him past the others who had already left that morning, and Jimin called that a job well done, even if it didn’t really work out for him.

    When the queasiness never went away, leaving him with a terrible nauseous stomach ache, he convinced himself he just needed to drink more water. Four bottles of water and numerous trips to pee really hadn’t helped.

    It was then that Jimin was starting to get concerned. He pushed the concern to the back of his mind still, trying to think of another simple fix he could take to get rid of the increasing sick feeling that rested in his stomach. When he couldn’t think of one, he’d decided he could treat the stomach ache as a stomach ache, home-remedy style; ginger ale and crackers.

    So he cooped up in his room with a whole box of Saltines and a two-liter of ginger ale after sneaking away to buy them; he was lucky it was an off day, and everyone was busy doing their own thing if they weren’t already out. Every pang of nausea would be drowned out by another couple of crackers. And a gulp of ginger ale. By the end of that, not only was he nauseous, but incredibly burpy, too. Once he’d finished three packs of crackers and a good two-thirds of the bottle, he gave up.

    Jimin felt horrible. Absolutely terrible. He pushed the bottle of soda and the box of crackers beside his bedside table to get away from looking at them—even the mere sight of anything ingestible in his peripherals made him feel worse—and curled up in the corner of his bed, hugging a pillow. Every handful of seconds, he’d jolt with a hiccup. Every minute or two, he’d smother a roaring belch into the pillow he was hugging. His cheeks were burning, and tears stung his eyes–partly because of the pain, but mostly because of the frustration and embarrassment.

    Jimin was just thanking his lucky stars that Hoseok was out with the others (meaning he had the room to himself for the time being) when he heard a light knock on the door, and he felt his heart stop. Jimin almost considered not answering at all and pretending he was dead, but then he figured if he didn’t say anything, whoever was out there would consider the room empty and have a heart attack seeing him there. So he gave a barely audible noise signaling his existence, burying his face into the pillow he was holding even further.

    Yoongi, who’d been the one to knock, hesitantly opened the door. He cocked a brow upon spotting Jimin, immediately growing concerned. His gaze traveled from Jimin to the box and bottle in the corner before roaming back to the shaking man. Yoongi closed the door behind him, slowly making his way over to Jimin and sitting on the edge of the bed beside him, placing a hand on his back. “You okay?”

    Jimin was about to nod, but at this point, he didn’t see a point in hiding it anymore. He shook his head softly, sniffling. Yoongi looked him over, running that hand down the other’s spine. Clearly, the younger man had made the bad decision of binging on…crackers and ginger ale? That much was obvious. But Yoongi couldn’t immediately tell why–was it because Jimin was suddenly trying to be Jungkook for no apparent reason? Was he suddenly falling into old bad habits, or developing some whole new issue? Most importantly, was the younger man about to vomit everywhere?

    “What’s up?” Yoongi didn’t want to be too direct with Jimin, or come off as forceful; even if his face was buried in a pillow, it was clear he had at least a good few tears running down his cheeks. It was also clear that he certainly wasn’t comfortable, trembling and sweating. Yoongi reached his hand up to brush back Jimin’s bangs and feel for a fever, which he had a feeling would be present on the other boy; indeed, he felt hot and clammy to the touch.

    There was a long moment of silence before Jimin finally responded, voice wavering audibly even through the pillow’s muffling. “I thought–urrrrp–ginger ale and crackers…were supposed to fix a bellyache,” he whined sadly, leaning against Yoongi, jolting with a hiccuping sob.

    Yoongi sighed heavily, realizing that this was likely going to end up in the place he’d hoped it wouldn’t; Jimin probably had a stomach bug, would probably end up vomiting a bunch, and the rest of the band was almost sure to catch it. Likely starting with him. But, at that moment, Yoongi didn’t care about himself. He wrapped an arm around Jimin’s shoulder, brushing his hand up and down the younger boy’s upper arm. “Well, they won’t if you binge on them.”

    Jimin responded with a whimper, giving a deep belch and mumbling something of an apology that was drowned out by his position. His stomach turned and gurgled ominously, and he hiccuped again. The gross, almost acidic taste coating his mouth was far from pleasant, and the mounting nausea wasn’t any better. Yoongi, though Jimin couldn’t see it, cast a sympathetic look towards the younger boy.

    Though he already knew the answer, he found it necessary to ask, “are you feeling sick?” He ran his other hand through Jimin’s hair, growing damp on the edges with sweat. Even if Jimin denied him or dodged his question, Yoongi would drag him to the bathroom at some point; it’s better safe than sorry, especially with these kinds of things.

    Jimin didn’t respond, moving closer to Yoongi. Yoongi took that as a ‘yes.’ After a bit of further thought, Yoongi decided it was safer to take that as an ‘I feel really, really sick,’ and decided it was a good time to try and usher the other man into a bathroom. “Okay, come on,” he went to stand, gently pulling Jimin towards him as if to say ‘stand up and move.’ He practically dragged Jimin off the bed and onto his feet. “C’mon, let’s go to the bathroom now,” he tried again, pushing him towards the bathroom from behind. a steadying arm around his shoulders while he quickened his pace. Standing up didn’t do anything good for Jimin’s stomach, and he gave a moan, squeezing his eyes shut tight and leaning heavily onto the older boy. Yoongi only took this as a sign to move faster.

    Once they’d finally made it into a bathroom, Yoongi guided Jimin down to his knees in front of the toilet, sitting down beside him. Jimin scooted back towards the wall, swallowing again and again; it was clear he was refusing his body the much needed right to get rid of earlier’s regrets. Yoongi grabbed him again by the shoulders, yanking him back closer to the toilet. Jimin shook his head and whined, though he still jerked with a gag. He pressed a hand to his lips, clenching his jaw, ducking his head. Tears streamed down the younger man’s cheeks, and he gagged again around a sob. His other arm was wrapped tightly around his stomach, which had really grown audible in the past few minutes.

    “Park Jimin,” Yoongi said sternly, reaching over to pull his hand away from his lips. “Stop holding it down, you’re only making yourself feel worse.” His other hand returned to tracing Jimin’s spine in what he hoped was a comforting motion. Jimin pitched forward towards the toilet with another gag, one that he struggled to keep unproductive, still keeping his hand to his mouth. If he wasn’t gagging, he was suffering from the sobs that wracked his frame. “Seriously, let it come up,” Yoongi insisted, properly grabbing his wrist and wrenching it away from the younger boy’s face, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly to keep him from putting it back. “Just let it out. Otherwise you won’t feel any better.”

    Ultimately, Jimin’s stomach won the battle, and he finally lurched for the toilet with a guttural belch that brought a wave of clear sick with it. Yoongi moved to pull his bangs back and breathed a sigh of relief; though the smaller man was still far from stable, at least he was finally letting something up. It didn’t take long for another burp to encourage a much more productive wave of sick to come rushing up Jimin’s throat, falling into the water with a sickening plop. It didn’t help that he’d literally just shoved three packs of crackers down his throat. And that he’d forced himself to eat a lot overall over the course of the day. “That’s it,” Yoongi encouraged, “get it out, you’re okay.”

   Jimin panted and belched before vomiting again, and again, and a few more times, copious thick waves of burning sick spilling from him in a seemingly neverending stream. Yoongi looked on with concern, not knowing what else to do–not knowing what else he could do–to help the younger man. Jimin gripped his hand tightly, and Yoongi didn’t protest, gripping his hand just as tightly in return. It took a good handful of minutes for the streams of sick to die down into something a little more sporadic, and another handful of minutes beyond that for Jimin to stop bringing anything up completely for the time being, but when he finally did manage to calm down he all but collapsed into Yoongi. Yoongi held him tight, stroking his hair, reaching to flush the toilet as the younger man trembled in his arms, tears and snot and tendrils of sick still all over his face. The older man worked a washcloth off the rack and under the tap slowly, trying not to jostle Jimin too much, before wiping up the mess and throwing it back into the sink.    

     The two men stayed like that for a long moment, Yoongi wanting to take things at Jimin’s pace. And Jimin really didn’t want to move–though they were on the cold bathroom floor, he was comfortable in Yoongi’s arms, and even if he wanted to move he didn’t trust his body at all. Yoongi wiped away his tears one by one as they fell, shushing him gently, a hand resting on Jimin’s sick tummy. When Jimin managed to calm the tears and the soft sobs and worked up the energy to speak, the first thing he said was, “I’m so sorry.”

    Yoongi looked at him, genuinely confused. He knew what Jimin was trying to apologize for, but he didn’t know why Jimin felt the need to apologize. He knew Jimin was going to apologize. But no matter how many times this scene played out, Yoongi would never be any less confused, and Jimin would never stop apologizing. “Why are you always sorry? You can’t help it.”

    Jimin shrugged. “You don’t have to be here with me,” he reminded. “You could be doing anything else with your day off. And you’re here, with me, on the bathroom floor–” Jimin started to get choked up again, and he took a shaky breath. “–I’m just sorry.”

    Yoongi sighed heavily, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s temple. On camera, he may not be the most clingy or soft member of the group, but he certainly wasn’t afraid to show his affection. Jimin looked a little surprised at the action–not that it was the first time ever that Yoongi’s kissed him or anyone else–and it finally occurred to him that he had something other to say than that he was sorry. Thinking about how gentle Yoongi was as a person–especially in a caretaking situation like this one–thinking about all the times the older man’s been there to wipe away his tears from the sheer convenience of being the only other member home, all the times he’d stayed by his side, Jimin realized that there was something else that he should be saying right now. So through the sobs he’d worked himself back up to, he choked out something barely above a whisper;

“Thank you, Yoongi-hyung.”

And Yoongi just smiled, holding him a little bit tighter.     

[jaeminscoffee]

Lo contrario al amor | q. kn; s. jn

Lo contrario al amor- The opposite of love.

Pairing- Seo Johnny x reader x Qian Kun

Genre- Smut.

Word count- 4.14k

Warnings- threesome, sexual themes followed, stripper!reader au, richceo!kun and Johnny au, overstimulation, horrible depiction of how a strip club works, light spanking, dirty talking, praise kink, honestly a filth, why am i even bothering with the warnings-, pet names: princess, doll, slut, baby girl. Sir kink. Also kinda rushed because I'm an idiot (actually, it's cause i wrote this a day before my sociology exam so..-)

Synopsis- The way they looked at you seemed close enough to love. You thought it looked quite the opposite of love. And your definition of the opposite of love was lust.

Type- Requested! I'm sorry this took long! I really had to push myself to write this oskekke

Raven's up next, you've got 2 minutes!" Jacob screamed in the changing room where you all lined up according to who's going up the stage next, all dolled up, the actual costumes underneath the loose shirts handed to you for coverage until the performance. 

"Raven's not performing today. She's got a few other works to do"

Stripper. Not many are usually proud of that line of profession. But you thought nothing wrong of it. You were proud to blurt out "I work at  N-WV club as a part time stripper and part time server". You loved dancing and you loved the attention you got, you thought it was great. And you got paid handsomely too so that's a plus one. 

What made you love your job further more than you already loved it was the regulars you had during your days of performance. 

The thing you liked about your club was they never reveal personal identity. You each had a code name of your own. You were given the name Raven by the audience due to your dark tresses and the variety of black outfits you'd worn and performed and not to mention, absolutely rocked in. Another reason to love your work. Safe identity with no harms to personal life whatsoever. 

Hel and Hades. You'd ridiculed the names when you first heard them from your co-worker. "Which idiots would name themselves after the vikings and the death god??" you'd mocked until you actually met the owners of the names. 

Always sat the farthest away from the stage but dead in the middle which showcased the entirety of the stage in one screen was the table labelled by their names. Two young sat always adorned in a suit, the coat of the tux shrugged off their body with it loosely hanging over their shoulder, the tie tugged loose with the collar button undone and the sleeves rolled up to their elbow. 

One, Hades, the male with dark brown hair that was swept neatly to the side with a few strands resting freely on the forehead. Seemingly a little more built than the other, eyes stoic with focus on each and every one of your moves with the bottom of his perfectly shaped lips between his teeth. His gaze never failed to make you shudder. The only way to explain would be deadly. 

The other one, Hel. He wasn't all that bad himself. Far from bad. Faded turquoise hair tousled carelessly at the crown of his head perfectly portrayed his exhaustion at work. But that only added as a charm to him as his messed up hair gave him an ethereal look. He'd always have his arms folded over his chest. Almost the same build as the other. A smirk played on his lips each time you'd discard a material from your body and then another. The look was still the same as deadly as Hades'. A little softer and subtle ton of sin hid under his angelic features. Intoxicating would be the right word for him.

You turn towards the owner of the club just as you hook in your hanging diamond earring, fixing the rhinestone choker "What other works?" you ask confused and a little taken aback at the same time. Mr. Kim (who'd asked you on multiple occasions to just call him Doyoung) was the organized and no 'last minute' booking type of guy. If someone wanted him to do something for them they'd have to let him know that at least a week or two prior. Whether it came to booking a private performance, or booking a VIP seat. It had to be done within a week before the actual work. 

"Come with me." he replied calmly with his hands dug into the pockets of his formal jeans. 

 "Yeah, let me just get my masquerade mask-" 

"Leave it behind". You stand in place, still with the motions of rush still going on around you. Leave the mask behind? That'd reveal part of your identity and that definitely wasn't a part of the club. "Huh?"

"It's a private booking, you don't need the mask, doll" Doyoung exclaimed as though he hadn't just failed to let you know of the private booking before the day. "I don't have any private performances scheduled for today, Doyoung" 

"Now you have, darling. I'm sorry but they're important to this club. And to me." with that he whipped his head towards the exit door before nodding at you to follow behind him.

You quickly discard the loose shirt, opting to wear a robe around your outfit before you follow behind him through the dimly lit, sketchy yet posh passage across the club to the section where tiny cabins were situated. 

You jog slightly to catch up with his long strides while clutching onto the rope of your robe. "Who are they? The oh so important people?" you ask from behind him. 

"Mr. Seo and Mr.Qian." 

"Who?" you inquire, face contorted in confusion at the unfamiliar names. "Let's say, You'll see once we get there." he replied, taking a sharp turn towards the more isolated regions of the club. 

You say nothing in reply, silently following him a few more steps before he comes to an abrupt halt in front of one the cabins at the end of the hallway. He knocked twice on the door, reaching out to the door knob twisting it to unlock the door. 

Names of gods of hell was a smart choice.

 There sat inside the room were the two regulars, looking absolutely sinister in clothing as simple as formal work wear. " Ms. Y/ln at your service just as you asked for" Doyoung spoke up first after stepping into the room. Expecting him to call you by your work name, you were once again taken aback at how he regarded you with your last name but did nothing to correct him, instead chose to stand silently beside him.

' Must be important enough to break his own club rules. '

"We'll take it from here, Thanks Doyoung" smiled the brown haired lad, Hades. 

"My pleasure, Johnny" Doyoung nodded at the other in acknowledgment of his presence before turning back facing you, smiling at you with a tilt of his head and a pat at your robe clad shoulder and headed towards the door with that, exiting the room and leaving you in the closed space with the two men. 

You hear the click of the lock from behind you, only now lifting your gaze from the ground as you shift your weight from one feet to another, looking at one male then the other. Your clothing does nothing to help you feel secure under their eyes, strong enough to make you feel bare with two layers of clothing on your body. Weird how you, the confident on stage with at least 50 or more pairs of eyes on you, was now feeling conscious of yourself in front of just two pairs of eyes. 

"Hi, I'm Raven-" you start, finally shaking off the nervousness to get your job started and done with, something about both looking at you as though they'd devour you whole having you shaking the slightest. 

"Y/n, that's your name, hm?" the one, Johnny, or so called by Doyoung, spoke up, interrupting your mid sentence as the blue haired just leaned forward in his seat, his elbows resting lazily on his knees, absolutely loving the way you were taken aback, the same everyday smirk displayed on his feature. 

"Yes. But here in this club, we go by our code names. Please refer to me as Raven, Sir." you reply, stepping out of daze as you tried keeping your tone as polite as possible. "In this room we go by our real names, doll" he finally spoke up, the one beside Johnny. "I'm Kun. That's Johnny. There, we all know each other's names now" Kun, spoke in a smug tone, eyes darkening shades as they roam around your figure. 

"But sir, that's against the rules of our club" you try explaining, only after scoffing in your mind as you recalled back to how the owner himself went against the rule. "Here, Inside these four walls, the rules to be followed are only to be set by us, that's what we paid for, princess" Johnny beat Kun to speaking up. 

"Yes, sir" you reply after a moment of silence as the two males shifted into a more comfortable position on the leather couch. You stood awkwardly beside the pole in the middle of the room, fumbling with the knot at the center of your stomach, trying so hard not to keep a continuous eye contact with them. 

Dangit. What's it with me today? 

"So, will you put on a show for us now or do we have to wait a little more?" Kun asked with his eyebrows raised. 

"Ah! Yes." you reply quick, making fast steps forward towards the corner of the room where the speaker with a remote on top was situated. You pick up the controller and pressed play, a sensual tune immediately vibrating through the speakers, filling the silent room with the tune. You place the controller back on top of the speaker, inhaling sharply before getting into the mood, shaking off all previous nervousness, instead replacing it with a seductional look and a smirk on your face. 

You run your fingers through your hair, intentionally messing it up to make you look even appealing than you already did. You turn towards the front, walking one leg crossing the other towards the pole, circling it, with just your fingers grazing the cold metal as you stare at them one after the other enough to have them hooked at your doings. 

You give them a wink before lifting a leg up with a push, the other rooted at the base of the pole as you clutch tightly onto the pole for balance while your body twirled around the metal, the robe still on.

You continue playing around the pole, ending the pole segment with a drop down to the ground in a rather seductive way. The tune passed half of the song, changing into a much faster beat to which you finally hooked your fingers onto the knot hiding your black lace dress under, slowly undoing it while their gazes got much harder. Your eyes travel lower on both of their bodies, a soft dent forming over the blue jeans making you feel proud. 

The robe now off, you felt bare than ever with just a black lingerie now adorning your body, but you kept going. You stand dead in front of them as they lean back in their seat. 

You move to the beats, feeling yourself finally let loose as the cockiness of all the attention on you got to your head. 

Lost in beats, you let out a yelp of surprise when you feel your wrist being tugged at, making you stumble steps and land onto Johnny's lap. You stare wide eyed at him as the domineering aura he had made you feel small under his gaze. You grip onto his shoulder for support to keep your bottom half from touching his muscled up ones. "Keep going with the performance, darling" and so you did. 

You'd given lap dances before. But that was at a frat party which was forced and half hearted as it was a stupid dare posed by one your friends. So you were a little nervous as the undying want of making them captivated by you strong enough to overpower the nervousness as you lower yourself and get back to moving to the beats. On Johnny's lap this time around. 

Grinding your hips against the latters, you see from your peripheral Kun's head thrown back as he kneaded himself through the material of his jeans, the sight making you whimper softly as you grind harder against Johnny, earning a groan from him. 

The song comes to an end slowly, the beats slowing down the same way your movements did, completely coming to a halt once the music stopped. You were panting slightly, palms resting against his built chest (you can literally feel the indents under your hands) when you feel yourself being lifted, in a swift motion over from Johnny's lap to Kun's with your back facing his front. 

You look up after having your eyes closed in surprise at the sudden motion only to have Johnny close the space between the two of you, Kun's hands finding their way around your waist. Face buried in your neck. The initial shock of a really good looking guy kissing you while the other played with the skin of your neck washed over your body with a jolt. 

Yes, you're loving the feeling. Having the attention of two absolute sinful men, not to mention, good looking ones was heaven. There's no denying that you felt attracted to them. But it went against your club rules, and most definitely against your morals. So you shake off Johnny, placing your hands between your bodies to create some space between the two of you, "I can't -we can't, if Doyoung finds out I'll lose my job, i can't afford that-" you explain as you cower further into Kun's lap at Johnny's strong gaze, feeling like you've just disappointed him. "Then so be it. You can work for us." he leaned in once again, only to be stopped by you for the second time. "No, we shouldn't-"

"No one gets to know what happens inside these four walls and you get to keep your job, how about that?" Kun offered, mumbling into your neck which had you screwing your eye shut at the sensation, "But this is wrong" you try rationalising. 

"Oh darling this is wrong in all the right ways, don't worry" and with that you let yourself relax onto the man's body, Johnny forcing himself onto you once he heard you heave out a tiny 'okay'.

One hand holding you still against him, Kun let his other hand travel up while Johnny pressed his lips against yours in a teeth clashing kiss, not wasting a second to bite down onto your lower lip to have access into your mouth. You groan out at the feeling of hands all over your body as Kun kneaded your breast, lips traveling up your neck, to your ear lobe which be nibbled on, while giving most of his attention in playing with your breast.

Eyes screwed shut, your body fall limp on top of Kun's body the moment Johnny cupped your heat through the material of your lingerie, the only thought you had being 'fuck morals' when this is how good they're making you without even directly giving attention to the parts you need them the most. Johnny pulled away from your lips, a thin trail of saliva still keeping you connected as he applied pressure on the bundle of nerves through the material of your clothing, well, barely covering clothing.

"You have no idea how long we've waited for this, baby girl." Kun whispered against your hair while shifting his attention to the unattended boob. 

You jerk forward when Johnny enters the clothing, now touching you bare. The feeling of his cold fingers against your sex had your head roll back and rest against Kun's shoulder. "That feels good, right baby?" Johnny inquires while using his thumb to apply pressure on your clit, drawing small circles on the swollen bud the same time Kun pinched the sensitive bud of your chest, making you able to only nod your head at the lads question, "Words, baby. Use your words"

The expression on Johnny's face had you thinking better than wanting to disobey him, "Yes!" you moan out at the increase of speed in stimulation as Johnny's other hand helped keep your legs apart. "Yes what, doll?" 

"Yes, s-sir.. " you mewl, feeling a familiar knot form at the bottom of your stomach making your face contort into an expression of pure bliss. "There we go" he cooed, moving his attention from your clit to the entrance, plunging two fingers in straight into the wetness as your sleek wall gave enough access to do so, immediately setting a fast pace, coaxing you to your first high with a shudder in your body.  Johnny kept his fingers moving to help ride out your high while you feel Kun shift behind you, "My turn" 

You feel yourself being lifted off of his lap and placed on the couch. You hiss when you feel Johnny remove his fingers from within you and into his mouth, licking your juice clean off his fingers. But you don't get much time to intake the sight as you feel soft muscles working their way on your now sensitive core. You look down to see Kun buried between your legs. You were probably too dazed to notice him drag your lingerie bottom down and place himself there. 

You whimper as he circled his tongue over your clit while Johnny took his place beside you, kneading himself the same way Kun was a few moments ago. You close your eyes tight at the feeling of Kun's mouth working wonders at your core, a mixture of moans and curses leaving your mouth, "You taste so fucking sweet, baby" the vibrations of his voice sent shocks of pleasure down your core, added to that a finger being inserted into the the messy hole triggered your second high,

 "Kun oh!-"

The sounds of him lapping at your juices made your skin heat up, blood rushing up your cheeks while you choke out a sob at the faint pain you're now feeling at the continuous stimulation. 

"You did so well, baby" Johnny hushes you while Kun still kept going. Johnny caressed your hair, trying to distract you from the aftermath of being overstimulated. 

The feeling being too overwhelming, you finally close your legs over Kun's head, making him come to a halt as he leaned back from his kneeling position. The lighting in the room highlighted the wetness on his chin and lips as you finally got some time to catch your breath.

"Who's going first?" Kun inquired, looking more at Johnny than you while wiping the residue using the back of his hands. Instead of considering giving a reply, Johnny looked at you with tilt in his head and a smirk on his face while you shy away from their gaze. "she'll take both of us like the little slut she is, isn't that right baby?" he asked, a probably rhetorical question while his gaze stayed hard. At the lack of response from your side, Kun took a step forward, bending down slightly, reaching out to clutch your face a soft yet firm grip, forcing you to look at him. 

"Aren't you going to answer him, doll?" 

"Yes, Johnny." you answer, mind a little clouded to think straight but still managed to form coherent sentences, enough to give a proper reply. "The pleasure really got to you, huh baby?" Johnny inquired, standing up while working on undoing his belt, "It's sir for you slut. Get on your knees. Now"

You scramble quick onto your feet, mumbling a silent 'I'm sorry, sir' and dropped down on to your knees, hissing at the slight irritational burn between your legs but had no time to get distracted with it as the lad in front of you placed himself right before you, tugging harshly at your chin to make you look up to his eyes, "I don't think i need to tell you what to do from here, baby. Get to work" And so you did, you were about to reach out to grip the shaft when you felt Kun rub at the skin of your ass, while providing a soothing feeling for a second before you felt his hands come down with force, making you yelp out of shock with your mouth wide open. 

Taking this chance, Johnny let go of your chin, finding comfort in the warmth of your locks instead, pushing himself forward and forcing his hardness into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of your tongue being flat laid out below his member. "You look fucking stunning like this, princess" 

Focused on the sounds coming out of Johnny's voice, determined to pull out more, you start bobbing your head forward and backwards, taking in as much as you could each time you pulse forward. You try relaxing your jaw and focus on your breathing as much as possible, to try and not activate your gag reflex when Johnny's hips start thrusting his hips forward, following the same rhythm as your head making the head hit the back of your throat, sending jolts all over your body. 

Too focused on making Johnny feel good, you fail to notice Kun enter you from behind, slowly pulsing inch by inch into your still sore wetness, catching you by surprise as you let out a throaty moan, spending waves of pleasure up Johnny's body, pulling him closer and closer to his high. 

"How fucking wet." You hear Kun groan from behind you while slowly starting to move his hips once he had completely eased into you, making you lose your rhythm you'd kept for pleasing Johnny, stilling and letting him fuck your mouth instead. 

"She's so fucking wet, John. And wet. You're a little whore for all this, aren't you?" the blue haired lad questioned as though expecting an answer, "you love being used like this, don't you?" 

Too occupied with being stuffed with a cock in your mouth and Kun picking up his pace from behind you, all you could do was lean forward and balance yourself on all four while letting them take care of your pleasure and theirs. 

You feel Johnny's hip stutter, seemingly getting closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. His face contorted in pleasure, seeming desperate to chase his high. The vibrations from your moans and whimpers only dragged him closer, added to the fact how you sucked on his shaft like your life depended on it.

"I'm going to come, baby. You'll be a good girl and swallow all of me, right?" He asked, while buck forward from a rather hard thrust from behind, Kun's groans mixed with yours and Johnny's slightly high pitched ones, along with the sound of skin slapping pulled you close to your high too. 

Unable to answer with being stuffed, you nod your head as much as you could while flattening your tongue out and giving one last hard suck, earning a loud groan from Johnny as he came to a halt, thrusting slowly to empty himself completely in you and partly to ride out his high, you keep your mouth wide open to allow him to do so, while screwing your eyes shut while Kun reached out from beneath you, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves and drawing quick circles on it. 

Once Johnny pulled out, you immediately swallow all of his essence, not wasting a drop of it while letting out a sob when a particular thrust had Kun finding your soft spot, coaxing you closer to your high making you convulse around his shaft, "Open up, babygirl" Johnny tapped at your cheeks, while his chest heaved up and down. You open, showing him that you'd down aa he asked you to, and immediately closed it again, pulling at your bottom lips when Kun's ministration grew faster and hurried on your clit, "I'm so fucking close, baby. So, so fucking close" 

And that was shown by how sloppy his thrusts had gotten. Johnny mumbled out a soft 'good girl' and flopped down onto the leather couch while watching his friend destroy your core. 

You reach your high with a loud cry, closing around Kun even frequently that before as pleasure finally turned into pain, your core practically begging for a breather. Your whimpers, and the constant opening and closing around his shaft threw him off the edge as you felt his member twitch inside you before warm fluid shot up inside your sex. Kun whimpered out praises while slowly pulling out once he'd completely emptied himself inside you, running his hands up and down your back in a comforting manner while Johnny looked at your face. Tears running down your cheeks from the constant stimulation, sweat from previous doings and hair disheveled by his grip on it. Drool rolling slightly down the side of your face while yours and Kun's essence spilled out from your core down your thighs.

You were feeling ecstatic. A warmth from being so full. The feeling could be mistaken as love;

"You're incredible, doll" Kun let out with an airy chuckle while Johnny agreed along

But you knew it was the opposite of it and so did the other two in the room. 

It was the feeling of your desires being fulfilled. 

[laraheartstaylor]

Meeting @taylorswift - My Experience 💘

The Main Story

It all started on the 5th of October 2017 (Thursday). Taylor Nation dmed me on instagram&tumblr that they needed to speak to me about a confidential eventand asked me the basic information they needed to know. I gave them it and a few minutes later they called!!! They asked to speak to my mum but I wasn’t at home I was at someone’s house so they said they’d call back. They called back a few hours later and told my mum that I was too young to attend the event (secret sessions) and so they’d be sending me a package from Taylor instead! They said the package would arrive on the 11th of October(Wednesday) and the time was to be confirmed. (From the 5th-11th tn we’re keeping in contact with me it was so cool)

So I waited SUPER EXCITEDLY DKCJDKD for just under a week until THE GOLDEN DAY THAT WOULD CHANGE MY LIFE FOREVER rolled around!!!! I went to school and could not concentrate for the whole day of course and then the end of the day came around. I raced home and got changed and waited. Then Taylor nation sent me a dm saying my package would be delivered from 4pm-6pm. So, I went upstairs to the bathroom and sat on the ledge, looking down into the street waiting to see a delivery truck drive down my road. It must’ve been aliens 4:30 when I noticed a man standing in my road wearing head phones and speaking into them. He was looking up my road and at a car that was driving down it. The car parked up in front of my house (I just thought it was someone parking ect). There were two men sat in the front seats and the back ones were blacked out. THEN,, a boy stepped out of the car (so I thought it was just a boy getting dropped of or something) BUT then I noticed he was holding two tope bags that said “rep” on them. AT THIS POINT I WAS LOSING IT, but what was to happen next would KILL ME. A ~BLONDE GODDESS~~ STEPPed OUT OF THE CAR AND STARTED WALKING UP TO MY FRONT DOOR. I WAS RACING DOWN THE STAIRS AND THE KNOCKed On THE DOOR AND I STARTED SHOUTING to MY MUM LIKE SHES HERE ELEKFKKEKFRKFKOEFK!! SO I OPENED THE DOOR AND THERE SHE WAS !!!!!! BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING AND CUTE AND ~THE WOMAN I HAVE ADORED FOR SO MANY YEARS~ STANDING THERE AND THEN SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO SAY “HEY BUDDY” LIKE OMAY SIS ATTACK ME MORE IM AMREADY DESD OKAY IL SHOOK IM DEAD UK SKCMDCKD uMMMMM PAMYCJEJCKRKFKFKFKEKFRKFKRJFJRJJF I MISS HER SO MUCB SKMFRMKFRKKGMFGMMF IM GOING TO INCLUDE THE CONVERSATION JN TBE NEXT SECTION

sorry guys I tried to keep this chill and neat and professional but ofc you know me I cannot do that!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways next section HERE WE GO JM SOBBING ALRWSDY

The Conversation

Okay sisters I’m going to try to say as much as I can because it’s such a blurrrr !!! I can only remeber bits of the conversations so here we go :,)

So after she decided to attack me with “hey buddy!” and I had stopped speaking gibberish and being super embarrassing (for now) she said “can I see you room?” And wbk I was praying to the heavens that my room was tidy (it was not) so I said “yEAH SURE” and like we went upstairs and LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT WAD WALKING BEHIND ME AND SHE WAS LIKE “you have such a cool house!” LIKE SIS IM ALREADY ATTACKED STOP! And we walked into my room and she said something along the lines of “omg!! I love your room, I saw in your videos it’s really extensive” LIKE SIS WHAT VIDEOS STOP KILLING ME LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!! AND THEN WE TALKED ABOUT STUFF AND THIS IS WHAT I CAN REMEMBER:

“You’re so cute!!!!! *hugs*” MORE THAN ONCE LIKE SHE HUGGED ME MULTIPLE TIMES LIKE UM OKAY UM ILDJDJDJJDDN

BASICALLY TAYLOR TOLD ME BECAUSE SHE WAS GETTING USED TO ALL THE NEW IG FEATURES SHE DIDNT KNOW WHAT A LIVE STREAM ON IG WAS SO SHE WAS LURKING MY PAGE ON THE 6TH OCT (day she joined my live) AND THEN CLICKED ON MY LIVE STREAM WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT IT WAS AND SHE “FREAKED AND AND THOUGH CAT EMOJI CAT EMOJI” KDKCKDK I ADORE HER

“Oh yeah I love how you love the song how you get the girl”!!

my mind: “SKS WTF MAN YOU CANT DONTHAT LIKE WJP GAVE YOU THE RUGHT SIS NO ATOP THIS JS NOT DAIR IM NOT PREPARED YOU JUST BROUGHT IP TJE SONG I OWE MY LiFE TO”

me: “ OH MY GOD YeSSS I ADORE IT SO MUCH! AND THE DRESS AND EVERYBUNG ITS HONESYLU SO PERFECT!”

Taylor: “oh yeahh haha the light up dress?!!”

mE: “YES!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s the name of my second account hehe” (we love a self promoting queenie😩😩😭)

THEN...

me: *speaking about ibfs*

Taylor: “how do you know all these people?” *smiles*

Me: “LIKE THROUGH YOU”

Taylor: *laughs*

Me: *try to talk about Brits GC without losing it... (moral of the story: i lose it )

Me: *tries to remember Brits usernames and names but I’m tOo dead so gives up and says “should I show you them?”*

Taylor: “yeah yeah”

Me: *shows her them”

Taylor: “that’s so cute! That’s so awesome! They’re just chilling there. Oh yeahhh *giggles* I know a lot of these”

THEN

Me: *speaks about tabby and how great she is*

Taylor: “ooo does she live in the uk?”

Me: nope, she lives in Germany but she sounds a bit American so we have a joke that she’s ‘gemerican’

Taylor: *LauGHS* (AT TABBY AND I’S JOKE WE HAVE HAD FOR AGES)

THEN...

Taylor: “do you want me to sign these posters?”

me: “yes please!!!”*hands pen*

Taylor: “do you want to hear a song from the new album no ones heard yet?”

Me: “UM YES PLEASE “

Taylor: *opens bag, gets out head phones&ipod hands me them* “alright this song is called king of my heart” *plays it on her iPod*

me: *hears what heaven sounds like*&bops super hard

Taylor: *goes around my room signing my posters with her autograph&cute messages*

komh: *ends*

Taylor: “did you like it”

Me:”I LOVED IT!!!”

Taylor:” turns to Patrick* “sUCCESS!!”

THEN...

T: “where are the kitty cats?!”

me: “ we can go downstairs and find them!”

we: *all go downstairs*

We find my cats in the garden and the run away whoops

*we all take photos in my garden*

Then Taylor had the leave to have dinner with her parents ( OH YEAH SHE ALSO SAID “my parents told me to say hi!!” BECAUSE THEYD ALL BEEN stALKING ME TOGETHER)) and we hugged and I was super emo and I told her about a cookie dough place in nyc (@taylorswift sis pls say you’ve been there it’s so good!!!!!!!!) and we hugged for the last time and it was so genuine like patrick watched us hug and he smiled because it was SUCH A CUTE AND TIGHT HUG AND UGH I MISS HER

(Also throughout,, taylor hugged me so much and we took lots of photos too!!)

The Taylor Week- 5th-11th October

So basically between those dates Taylor attacked me more!!!!!!! On the 6th (Friday) she joined my live stream and commented “😻” ONAY SIS EAH JUST KILL ME AHAIN and then on the 8th (Sunday) she just OPENED MY DM AS SOON AS I SENT IT AND ID BASICALLY SAID “thank yOU FOR NOTICING MY BEST FRIENDS ILYYYYYY”

So yeS EXTREMELY ATTSCKED

Highlights

The moments that meant to most to me was (everything of course ) when we spoke about hygtg and I listened to komh and when we hugged so many times :,) but the whole thing was the best day of my life and the brightest highlight of my life!!!!!!!! TAYLOR INMISS YOU SONMUXN BABE HOW ID IT POSSIBME GOW MUCH I MISSS U I DONT GET IT

@taylorswift thank You so mUCH FOR EVERYTHUBG YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME I OWE ALL MY HAPPINESS & MY LIFE TO YOU I MISS UOU BEYOND WORDS AND WOW I JUST ADORE YOU WILL MY WHOLE HEART!!!!!!!! TOUR WAS AMAZING AND IF YOUNSEE THIS INMISS UOU SO MUCH AND YOURE DOING SO WELL!!💗💓💗💗💘💗💗💓💗💗💓💞💘💘💗💓💓💗

[i-am-hoo-iyam]

Drinks

Yes I mean THOSE kinda drinks. Their pirates. They enjoy a good drink after being out at see a few months and finally getting back on solid ground for a bit.

@mega-punani

“LAND HO! Uh land Ho? Oh right. Sigh. Olly olly oxen free and stuff…”. Blue popped up from a barrel. Navy wriggles out from under bear where he was sleeping with his back in the sun and shook him awake. Red wriggled out of a cannon. Cinjimon crawl out of a sack of now mashed potato’s. “MY POTATOES!” Bear looked mad. Stretch came from the garden where he had found papyrus hiding under a couple sacks of soil. “Oh hi red I didn’t know you were playing. Need a lil help getting out of that cannon?” “I’m not playin your stupid game. I was fixing something inside the cannon. And yes I could use some help”. Stretch helped pull red out of the cannon, where he was covered in soot. He sneezed, and now stretch was covered in soot too.

Sans came out from his nap and found bear threatening to drop cinimon in the water, stretch cowering in a corner overwhelmed with navy, red in his birthday suit washing his clothes at the laundry station right hen and there, blue running from a swarm of bees thdt has made a hive in the barrel, and papyrus and razz lowering anchor. Cash and edge were in their rooms reading books. Cash has fallen asleep and diddnt hear land Ho and edge, being edge, chose to ignore it, knowing the sillier crewmates we’re playing hide and seek and might try to rope him in.

Sans got cinimon abxk to safety. Blue smacked right into bear and bear scooped him up and hid him under his shirt from the bees and just looked at the swarm of bees stinging him. He pulled out a flamethrower and the remaining bees got as far away as they could. “You can come out now”. Blue crawled out from under bears shirt. “Thanks. Hey why is it raining ash?”

Sans looked concerned. “Hey bear you know your covered in stings right?” “So?” “So dosnt it hurt like hell?” “I got a high tolerance to pain” “arnt you gonna do SOMETHING about it?” “I did. I torched the bees so their gone now. Upside for me is fresh honey!” “I mean about the stings”. “Oh…” bear pulled a few of them out while wincing and then got distracted by papyrus.

Paps had a couple stings but the remaining bees were being really gentle with him as he carefully moved what was left of their hive and the queen to a crate. “My garden has flowers jn it, so you can all have as much pollen as you want! I’ll make sure the others don’t hurt you again ok”. He gently stroked the queen with one finger, who wiggled her butt, and then placed them next to one of his garden beds in the crate.

“Whoa how’s you do that, bro?” “No fire. Just gentle. That’s how. Now we can have fresh honey more than once! Perfect for bears tea!” “Your amazing paps your the most gentle person I know. You could take a dog with rabies”. “I did the tone time remember? I tamed it so the vet could safely put it down without the gun. Now. These stings I did get REALLY HURT WAAA”. Sans sighed and helped his crying brother treat his stings. Then he made bear hold still so he could treat bears stings despite bear saying he was fine and dandy and sans was wasting his time.

They finally got off the boat into shore. They all immediatly headed to the local bar. “Man it’s been so long since I’ve had a good drink!” “Same!” “I wonder if they have soda!” “Sissy”. “WHAT DID YOU CSLL ME” “guys please don’t rile up blue. But yeah you kinda are a sissy”. “Navy! Do you think I’m a sissy”. “We’re both sissies. Stretch is a sissy too hey what are you doing with your guitar KONG OW!” “CAN TALK GO FOR 5 GODAMN MINUTES WITHOUT PICKING FIGHTS?” “No” they went back to fighting and sans face palmed.

They got to the pub. “It’s been a long day. Gimmie something strong”. The bartender gave sans a jar of red sauce. “I’m not a sissy! I want your strongest drink”. The bartender raised an eyebrow but gave blue a can of tomato paste. Really strong stuff. Stretch pointed to a bottle of honey to order it. “Tomato paste? Eh… I want some of that spicy mustard!” The bartender gave red a bottle of spicy brown mustard. “I’ll have the same”. Razz got the same. “Hi I don’t drink do you have Coca Cola?” The bartender slid a glass of coke to papyrus. “Anything with cinimon in it!” “Cinimon is a spice for food…” “oh”. “But I DO have some apple cider with cinimon in it! Fresh squeezed right here! Is it ok that it isn’t alcoholic?” “Yeah! I don’t drink either”. “I’ll have what he’s having but bigger”. Bear pointed to blue, who was making a face while red laughed and teased him. “GAH THSTS S-STRONG! But I c-I can handle it!” The bartender gave bear the same size. “That stuffs so strong we don’t give it in large amounts”. Edge had what sans was having. Cash was bumming whatever he could and gambling. Navy had an Arnold Palmer ( iced tea with lemonade)

“Uh blue are you ok? That one might be a bit strong for you”. “I’m hic fine! See I finished the whole thing I’m not hic a sissy at all hic”! “You diddnt have to chug it to prove that!” “No I’m the strongest one here hic bartenders r Gimmie another.” The bartender looks highly unsure but gave him another. Sans stopped the bartender. “Don’t listen to him he doesn’t know what he’s getting into… blue why are you staring at the stage-oh no”. “Cmon Ittl be fun hic!”

Sans went first before blue could do anything embarrassing. Singing was fun and an ice way to relax after a long day. “Daisyyyyy daaaaisy give me your answer doooooooooo”. The pub cheered him on. He finnished the song up and red shoved him off stage. “THERE ONCE WAZZA SHIP THAT WENT TA SEEEEEEE THE NAME OF THA SHIP WAS THA BULLY A TEAAAAA THEM WIND BLEW UP AND DE BOW DIPPED DOWN OH BLOW MA BILLEH BOIS BLOOOOOO!” The pub went wild. Blue grabbed thre mic. “SEWWWWWEWNANANANAN MAY THE WELER HIC GO TO BWING US SUGAH AND TEA AN RUMMMMM ONE DAH WHEN TEH TOUNGIN IZZA DUN WE TAKE YO MAMA IN BED”. The crowd laughed really hard and red turned even redder than the drink made him.

“GEDDOFF THE STAGE, DRUNK ASS! Ahem before the boat had hit ta wadder tha whales tail came up and caught her hands to the deck they harpooned and fought her” “”when she dived down looooo!” Sans joined in. “Soon may “YO MAMA COME WHEN I FLAUNT MY ( censored)” “BLUE SERIOUSLY GEDDOFF THE STAGE LISTEN TO RED!” “Noh! I don’t wanna be a chicken hic I don’t wanna be a duck” navy joined in “so (censored) my butt!” Sans grabbed them both by the collars of their shirts and threw them off stage. “AND DON TRY COMMIN BACK!” Blue shrugged and spin a circle before falling down on his face and laying there.

Navy sat down to poke him with a stick. “Poke. I’m ok hic. Poke in ok urp. Poke I’m ok hic. Poke I’m ok hic” “WOULD YA CUDDIT OUT! WERE TRYINA DUET THE WELLERMAN HERE!” Red threw his empty bottle at them. While they were screwing around on stage, besr was on his third tomsto paste. This big muscly human who was as big as him had finished five of the strongest human alchahol drink and was betting bear 50 bucks to do the same. “Cmon buddy 10 bucks for each drink! Are you a sissy or are you a MAN like me?” Bear finished 6 drinks and was cut off by the bartender as he was very green “in not hic strong like urp youuuu! In fucckin stronger!” (Ha had 6in total). The guy got mad and jumped on bear and they started fighting. People stopped watching the stage and cheered them on.

“FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT” stretch grabbed cinimon, papyrus, and navy, who was still poking a now passed out blue with a stick, and got the hell out of there. They hid in a 24 hour diner a couple blocks down. “Heh you guys look like you’ve had too much to drink without drinking at all! On nights like tonight I can hear them from here!” The waiter on duty gave each of them a cup of coffee. “This one and this one only snd a night upstairs in our hotel room is on me. Cuz I’m feeling nice and you all look like you’ve had a day. But don’t expect any more free stuff”.

Back at the bar, sans and red were trading fists after red finnished his third mustard and started hitting too many bad notes. Blue was looking for a container. Bear had projectile vomited on the guy and the guy did the same and the bartender kicked them out for having too many drinks. Edge was sitting in the corner just wanting to enjoy his drinks in peace. Razz was walking into thr wall and turning around and walking into the bar and turning around and walking into the wall and turning around and walking into the bar and turning around…. Cash had went to the bathroom to hide in a stall from a bad deal but they just stormed in after him and now they were all destroying the bathroom.

Sans woke up with the worst headache he ever had. “Oh god what happened where am I?” He looked around. He was in the hotel room sharing a bed with everyone else. Bear and blue were in the bathroom uh I’ll spare the details, and everyone else was passed out on the couch or the bed. Red woke up. “Oh god that was terrible. My fuggin head won’t stop pounding. We should do it again sometime!” “Yeah and drink even more next time”. Blue from the bathroom: “NO”.