#lucas starts using a queue for once

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one thing i'd never really stopped to consider before was exactly who wrote the article about sophie that got the whole series rolling. like, yes, it was the black swan, duh. but. which black swan members?

i hope it was the collective. i mean, it would make sense to involve the collective. but i hope there were things like squall insisting the formatting be a certain way based off of some human romcom film she loves that happens to have a closeup shot of a newspaper, or squabbling about which photo to use and tiergan winning w/ "let's use her senior photo" - stuff like that.

[castleclerics]

will byers and selflessness, selfishness, and fear

too much will mischaracterization i'm seeing recently from both will haters and will lovers so let's get one thing clear: will is selfless at his core, he is a selfless person. however we do see him start to dwindle in that department in s3-4 in certain situations. HOWEVER that does not mean he cannot come back around, in fact it's inevitable that he does, and quite exactly—and i can’t stress this enough—EXACTLY where his strength will come from in s5.

first, the van scene. will is both selfless and selfish during it, sacrificing his own feelings so mike knows he's needed and so his and el's relationship can bloom. however, he is literally putting words in el's mouth (even if he assumes that these are things she genuinely feels since that’s what he feels for mike so it only makes since his gf does too, doesn't make it ok.) and using her as a shield, there is no way around either of these things.

next, will not standing up to el's bullies or for her is “selfish” in a way, especially since partly the reason he doesn’t is because he’s scared of being a target. especially with the classroom scene, they literally show the girl flirting with will and him rejecting her, reminding the audience of his sexuality right before the bullying starts, once again staying in the shadows, el being his shield.

(also btw, lucas doesn’t stand up for his dnd friends when jason becomes aggressive with him for the same reason, he wants to blend in and still not seem like a nerd. but obviously we see him by the end of the season accept who he truly is and stops running from himself.)

they show this three separate times. it’s not that will should’ve stood up for her all of those times, but more of the fact that he had three chances and took none of them. he could’ve stopped each time from progressing into something worse and didn’t, queueing the viewer into showing that this is something he has to change, and will. he knows the right thing to do, even cries for el, and doesn’t do it like he most likely would. even with the s1 bullies, the party who are all targets stick together and face the bullies as one. it's because will’s trauma has made him freeze like a deer in headlights in a crisis. then once the bullies leave two separate times he tells el “it wasn’t that bad.” also saying that he and el will fix her project together, instead of preventing the destruction from happening in the first place because of his own fears. (also yes he does walk outside literally as they’re destroying the project, but i think it was purposeful, bc he wouldn’t have stepped in anyway if he saw the whole situation from the start.)

there’s also room for nuance, (? if that’s the right word) he’s a 15 y/o kid, one who’s gay in the 80’s and we don’t even know the extent of his UD and pre-show trauma yet but we already know he has literally been through hell and back.

his trauma strips him of who actually is, that's what trauma literally is until you are able to face it. you can forget who you once were before it got its hands on you. i mean, we literally have this scene about fear starring will:

there’s a reason they give us three separate shots close up too of will looking at the el’s bullying situations go down, they are that of how he freezes when he feels the mindflayer. showing he chooses not to act because of his fear. will’s current character is completely driven by it. so is everyone else too, but will’s fear is one they have outwardly highlighted for the whole series as it builds, and it is more destructive to himself and others than almost anyone else in the show, the anyone else’s being the “villains” so to speak. however he will not fall into the trap, he will take responsibility and fix the messes he’s made. that’s literally **why** he takes center stage in s5.

they establish in s1-2 countless times that he can be selfless, and it actually comes very naturally to him, even before the show's events take place. why do you think they make sure to drill that into your head just before he leans into being a little selfish in certain ways? it's been reiterated by the duffers so many times that his coming of age is in s5 and that "this emotional arc for him is what we feel is going to hopefully tie the whole series together." so he obviously will be able to get back to that place. once he does and faces/accepts his trauma instead of freezing and hiding/lying and stands up for others AND HIMSELF and learns to love himself, he will finally come into the core of who he is again and better than ever. he is going to really have to push himself and that is what will make it so beautiful to watch unfold. he’ll being casting fireball once again instead of protection like he currently is.

i don't understand why all of this is rocket science to some people. it's almost like he's a complex character and his journey is far from over or something 😱😱 he’s also not a character that can “do no wrong” but his trauma makes it completely understandable but the show won’t excuse away his actions. he will utilize it in s5. we are on his journey with him seeing from his pov. there’s a reason they make you sympathize with him even during scenes where he may be more self-centered. it shows what is wrong with society instead of the characters themselves, bc isn’t that the true monster after all? at the end of the day he doesn’t mean to hurt anyone—even though he does, and definitely feels the guilt of it—he’s just absolutely horrified and hasn’t yet pushed himself to do the things he doesn’t want to, that he knows he has to.

(i think also noah does a beautiful job of reflecting this in will making himself smaller and very stiff while being in a more grown body in s4, you can literally see little will in all of his movements and mannerisms and it's so obviously incongruent with his bigger body. he also only moves his arms and legs so far out of his own bubble usually keeping them to his sides as much as possible, literally showing he’s stuck and hasn’t yet grown into his own.)

[kardia-library-official]

20 Questions for Fic Writers:

(Tagged by @aashiyancha! :D Posting here instead of on the main blog tho, because I want it in with all my other fic-adjacent thoughts.)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

10! Which doesn't feel like many to me, buuuut...

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

...317,249! 8D

3. What fandoms do you write for?

For the longest time, it was just RF, but I have some stories for something else waiting in the wings because the brainrot just got to be too much. >_>; I also used to write a lot of original fiction (that's how I started writing actually), and hope to do so again whenever I feel like it. ^_^

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Behold:

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! Mostly just because I get excited and have no chill. But also because you can't leave kudos on comments, and I want people to know I read and appreciate them. <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This was kind of a hard question, because the way I generally roll is that the bulk of the fic is angsty and the ending is kind of bittersweet or hopefully ambiguous. But I think it's actually Afternoon Lullaby. Which had an outwardly mostly breezy ending, but at the end of the day it's like... "Your love is doomed, and you will grieve him for many times longer than he'll even live." But the love is there and it is real! Which might only make it worse! Gah!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Honestly, probably Four Seasons Casebook. Mostly just because it ends with hints at things being... Too happy... >_>; (I don't consider this a spoiler because fellow Lucasheads already know what's up. :P)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Everyone has been really chill and nice! The real hotheads in this fandom are all busy on reddit trying to wish Cecil into the cornfield or whatever, I think.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

...Define smut, ha. >_>; I do write sex scenes, but I don't really do PWP, and I'm pretty vague/non-graphic about intercourse proper. But I love getting all horny and lingering about making out and foreplay, people's kinks, etc. I guess it can be best described as a "whole meal of appetizers" approach. Weird sexual tapas bar! Woo!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Does combining different games from the same series count? I feel like it doesn't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, and I would be genuinely surprised if this happened.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I hereby give permission to anyone who would like to take a crack at it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, and I'm honestly not sure how that works! (Or maybe I'm just a control freak?)

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Of the ones I've written, I'm ride or die for Lucas/Terry, and have accepted that it's kind of my Thing.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't tend to have a lot of things going at once, because I have a one-track mind and don't multitask well. I'm currently only working on one thing, and am halfway through the initial writing phase! But I have two longfics in the queue after that, and I gotta admit, I'm kinda "how will these EVER be DONE!?" about them, because there are two, and they are long. But I've written two longfics before, and they got wrote, so I'm sure these will too!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have an eye for detail, and a lot of visual imagination.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My fics are long and tedious and bogged down by details and tangents. But I see that as inextricable from my strengths, so there isn't really any fixing it. I'm just a certain kind of writer!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Knock yourselves out! I unfortunately only know one language, at the moment so I can't play right now. :(

19. First fandom you wrote for?

RF! I actually dabbled a little waaaaaay back in the day, and it's still floating around out there probably, but I haven't interacted with it in years and can't vouch for it.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Probably Four Seasons Casebook. Something about that one really came together! I also have a lot of affection for All the Night Gardens, mostly because it was just so fun to be cringe and free and in my feelings while I basically chewed on the walls pecking away at it for over a year.

I tag @twilightscribbles, @wordspastsaturn, @tinylantern, and @nullnomore! But no pressure! And feel free to do it even if I didn't tag you!

[sapphicsobstory]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ⭐️

Hmmmm that's a tough one for me. Not because I don't know what makes me happy, but because I'm compelled to not give just one word answers to that question.

Okay, here goes:

1. A warm cup of coffee with a tiny splash of white rum in it.

This one is a ritual we have during the winters. Even though it doesn't get that cold here, cuddling on Sundays while binging random shows is a must for both of us. Right now we're watching The Rookie and we were both buzzed by the end of season 3, so you can expect just how sad we became when Season 4 started (for reasons that are spoilers).

2. A new episode of a show that I've been waiting for.

This one is pretty self-explanatory. Nobody likes a cliffhanger enough to hang on the cliff for the rest of their lives. Especially when it's releasing weekly. Side tangent, but I do like the weekly releases more than I like binge releases. Mostly cuz I lack self restraint to not binge a season a day (given that I have time to do so).

3. Waking up to a song that becomes my instant favourite and I relisten to that until I am tired of it.

I plug in my earphones while going to sleep and I put on some white noise. It's an hour long video that I use, and I queue up a random song that I like after the white noise. YouTube Music automatically queues up what it calls the "Song Radio" function, and plays more songs like the queued song after it. I've woken up to instant classics like 'Shelter' by Luca Fogale and 'Memory Lane' by Haley Joelle, and I've fallen in love with both of those songs. This only happens once in a while, but finding that one song takes my mood to the next level for the whole day.

4. RAINBOW POPSICLES

THEY ARE RAINBOW. THEY ARE ICY POPS. I SWEAR I'M NOT SUGAR HIGH.

5. Finding that one game that goes well with my gaming group.

We're 6 people, so that in itself limits the options for us. For some reason game developers believe you can only have 3 other friends IRL (or maybe it's easier to code for 4 players, idk). But also finding a game that allows for six striking personalities to be able to play as they want to? It's a struggle. Some of us are into serious gameplay, others are SBSing most of the time; some of us are organising everything into colour coded chests, others are dropping things on the ground haphazardly hoping the inventory gods are kind to them; some of us like shooting every living creature that dares appear on our screens, while others are crying and shooting us because we dared harm an innocent rabbit. 'Raft' was the last game that suited all of us, 'Minecraft' was another. But when we find that one game... I swear we'll all show up to play on Fridays again.

[imkittyjustkitty]

fic idea i want input on !! <3

(for context, reader does not remember who they are, all they remember is that they died and authorities couldnt find out their identity)

mmmm thinking about jane doe from ride the cyclone inspired reader, like maybe the hawkins gang finds reader in the upside down and reader is just like a body without a head (everyone promptly freaks the fuck out) and then reader starts talking (queue even more freaking out). and idk everyone would probably promptly get the fuck outta there, but maybe these r the first ppl reader has seen in like forever so reader gets attached and follows them back through whatever gate and now theyre back in hawkins, but so is reader now

not sure what reader would do first, but reader still doesnt exactly have a head atm so reader prolly ends up at the sinclair's or the wheeler's, following lucas or nancy (& mike?) home, and ends up with the head of either one of erica's or holly's dolls. and congrats ! now reader has a head !! and reader would insist on carrying around the headless doll now bc 'they were nice enough to give me their head, theyre a real good friend', and, 'once i get my own head back i want to be able to give them theirs'.

my head is just full of thoughts about this and im so close to writing it honestly

also !! for names, what are people's thoughts ?

because i'd use john or jane doe for reader, but that would gender the reader , so any gender neutral alternatives ? or if theres an overwhelming response that people want fem or masc reader i can do that too !!

ofc we could also go with just using y/n as the name reader is given, but i was thinking at the end if theres a reveal of what happened to reader that y/n would be reader's real name ? idk tell me what you think !!

also do we want a love interest/a friendship focus ? like reader being the closest to someone the most out of all of the ppl reader interacts with ? i dont know !!

pls pls pls share your thoughts/answers to my questions!! and if you have any questions about the concept do feel free to ask :D

i have a feeling this is gonna be something im gonna be totally invested in i can feel the motivation !!

[milkdoie]

wong yukhei as your boyfriend.

requested: hi ! i don't know if u already got this request but could u please make a bf post for Lucas ? thank u in advance ! :D

— HEADCANONS. a little insight on the basics of your relationship!

you guys are so playful with each other! he once picked you up and carried you upside down until you started yelling at him to let you down

he compares your hand sizes ;-; the mere fact that he’s bigger than you is something he uses to make fun of you all the time

forehead kisses are his go-to!!!! he likes ruffling your hair afterwards as well :((

you paint his nails ;) and sometimes if he isn’t too tired, he’ll do your nails too!!! you guys have had matching nail art once or twice and it was so cute

cuddling each other at nighttime >> half the time it’s the only way he’s actually able to fall asleep so not only is it convenient, but comfy as well <//3

he tries the HARDEST hardest to impress you every chance he gets!!! literally does the most just to see you smile

he plays with your hair whenever you sit on his lap, or whenever you rest your head on his shoulder :( he really likes twirling it around his fingers because of how soft it is- he thinks it’s like a finger massage JSKFNSK

your entire phone is just filled with pictures you’ve taken of him while on facetime!!

it’s safe to say you’re a huge part of his ego, constantly complimenting him and reminding him of how handsome he is

shows you off all the time omg- every single time you guys go out together, he has to make sure everyone knows you’re his s/o

— NICKNAMES. three nicknames he’s given you!

cutie pie ; he really only uses this when teasing you, but it’s honestly super cute even if it’s almost always sarcastic.

baby ; you! are! his! baby!!!! this is what he normally calls you, and at one point he even forgot your name — but it’s okay, we don’t talk about that.

sexy ; are we surprised?

— PLAYLIST. the two signature songs you enjoy listening to together!

i would by slchld ; this is part of your sleepy playlist, and even though it isn’t exactly the slowest, it’s always able to help you guys sleep. this is normally on queue!!

xi by code kunst ; lucas actually took you for an evening drive for your first date, and this was the song that was playing while you guys watched the sunset :’) it’s not often you listen to it, but it’s still a song that brings back really great memories.

— EVERYDAY TEXTS. your daily messages!

[taem-min-archived]

μετενσάρκωση series

And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I will smile at you with joy.

μετενσάρκωση, pronounced metensárkosi is reincarnation in the Greek language. In each life, we meet a different love, and suffer through different pain.

This series is based on reincarnation AU revolving around the SuperM members. All the eight stories are going to be a series, but they can be read as oneshots too. 

The series revolves around the same character, who is reincarnated eight times, each time in a different universe and with a different lover.

The eight story, is going to be a chosen member, based on voting, whom the readers feel like Y/N should end up with. Please don’t let this flop.

Stories will be updated according to my queueing schedule.

↬ The First Love

Pairing : Lucas x female reader

Genres : Fluff, Angst, Reincarnation AU

Summary : Wong Yukhei, a beautiful young man who worked beside you, but sadly as a make up artist. And yet, you saw potential in him. Deciding to take him under your wing, you train him for your path of career: acting. But will the fates let you both be together? Or will the string be cut short?​

Playlist : Never Gonna Dance Again Act 1 by TAEMIN

Warnings : TBA

WC : TBA

↬ Reborn

Pairing : Taeyong x female reader

Genres : Angst, Fluff, Reincarnation AU

Summary : ​Lee Taeyong, the man of your dreams was finally yours. Oh how much you had wanted to be in his arms, and yet when your lips brushed each others for the first time, you remembered your first love. Will Taeyong help you heal? Or will you be stuck in that phase of grief of not being able to find Lucas in Taeyong.

Playlist : Sayonara Hitori by TAEMIN

Warnings : TBA

WC : TBA

↬ Ma Chérie

Pairing : Kai x female reader

Genres :  Angst, Fluff, Reincarnation AU

Summary : ​ As the city of romance bustled with love, you decided to pursue a different kind of love: art. Art was the most expressive form of romance, and everyone always seemed to be enthralled by your emotional display of unrequited love. Until you fell for your professor, Mr. Kim. And as the horror cycle begins repeating itself, will you be able to find comfort in the things and people you treasure?

Playlist : Press It by TAEMIN

Warnings : TBA

WC : TBA

↬ Promise

Pairing : Ten x female reader

Genres :  Angst, Fluff, Reincarnation AU

Summary : ​Promises can be broken as easily as they can be made. You fall in love with the wrong man, knowing he is bad news for you. Yet, there is something about him that attracts him to you. Is it the fact that you’ve got used to heartbreaks? Or is it for the fact that for once, this romance looks like it will work out.

Playlist : MOVE-ing by TAEMIN

Warnings : TBA

WC : TBA

↬ Big Chance

Pairing : Mark x female reader

Genres :  Angst, Fluff, Reincarnation AU

Summary : ​Love gave you wings, or so everyone said. And meeting with Mark Lee was like a big chance to forget your old lovers. But sometimes, flying too close to the sun could burn down your wings too.

Playlist : Want by TAEMIN

Warnings : TBA

WC : TBA

↬ Diamonds and Pearls

Pairing : Baekhyun x female reader

Genres : Angst, Fluff, Reincarnation AU

Summary : ​Diamond studded necklaces, pearl laced gloves, this new elite life was making you giddy as you got married to mafia leader Byun Baekhyun. But as things start getting bloodier, you start remembering your past sins. Will you be able to wash them away? Or will Baekhyun make everything worse for you?

Playlist : Advice by TAEMIN

Warnings : TBA

WC : TBA

↬ Eros 

Pairing : Taemin x female reader

Genres :  Angst, Fluff, Reincarnation AU

Summary : ​All you wanted was a calm life, away from the horrors you’ve witnessed. And who should walk into your life but Lee Taemin. In your eyes, he was Eros. And for him, you were Psyche. But Aphrodite had made sure from the very beginning that you won’t be having it easy ever.

Playlist : TAEMIN by TAEMIN

Warnings : TBA

WC : TBA

8th story coming up.

If you want to be added to the taglist of any story, either comment or send an ask.

[raibebe]

Soft core

Genre: Fluff(?) Words: 11,4 k holy shit this is insane Prompt: Jaehyun in his vampire bdsm outfit he wore in the Punch era but make it sfw Warnings: mentions of blood, brief mentions of member x member relationships, brief descriptions of a panic attack

A/N: This was written for Aimee who loves Jaehyun with her whole heart, happy birthday Aimee 💖 I hope you had an amazing day and like this little something. I know you deactivated but I already started writing this a month ago and I’ll post it anyways in the hope you’ll see this someday and a couple of others will enjoy this as well. I have mixed and matched their outfits and tattoos from both the concept photos and the live stages. Also I’m sorry Johnny, but you fit the role of the shameless flirt so well… Bonus points for anyone who spots all cameos. Special thanks to @burtonized​ who made me keep going with this and listened to all my complaints.

To say you were nervous before starting your first shift at your new job in a reasonably shady bar not too far from your apartment was an understatement. You seriously questioned your own sanity and why you had even applied for the job when you had seen the offer on the beat up wooden entrance door next to an old motorcycle license plate and a bright green neon sign that illuminated the word ‘open’ a couple of days ago. The blue haired man behind the bar had given you a questioning look after you had entered the bar because you couldn’t have looked any more out of place with your soft sweater between the old wooden interior and the leather the barman and a handful of customers were wearing. It had cost all of your courage and a reminder that you needed to find a job for the weekends to walk up to the bar to ask the barman about the job offer. He had asked you a couple of questions like whether you had already waited tables before, which you had (at a place that was lit far better than this one but how different would it be?). The man who had introduced himself as Kun and honestly seemed like a big softie on the inside despite his serious look (it had to be the intense eyebrows) had agreed to hire you on the spot because he had the offer up for a while and no one had come in to ask about it and he couldn’t keep bullying his apparently very chaotic roommates to keep covering the shifts on the busy weekends anymore.

That’s how you found yourself here, a couple of days later on a Friday night, staring at the wooden door yet again (now missing the job offer and not yet illuminated by the neon sign).You took a deep breath and pushed through the door of the bar, this time not looking as out of place as you had before, wearing black skinny jeans and a simple grey v-neck. Kun looked up from where he was wiping down the counter, shooting you a smile. Today he had styled his hair up, exposing his forehead and was wearing a black button up shirt with a bunch of white details that was missing quiet some buttons at the top. “You actually came,” he grinned, “You can put your jacket and bag into the back room.” He pointed to a door with the label ‘staff only’. “We’re opening in half an hour. I’ll introduce you to the others once they decide to arrive.” Nodding you rushed to put your stuff away. You were pleasantly surprised by how clean it was in the back. The beat up interior from the main room was nowhere to be found. So it really didn’t seem too bad if it was only shabby for aesthetic purposes.

After taking a couple of more deep breaths in front of the mirror in the staff room, you felt as prepared as you would ever be and emerged back into the main room of the bar. Next to Kun behind the counter was now another man, clad in the tightest pair of leather pants you had ever seen and a loose, see through black blouse, his long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail, showing off a variety of piercings in his ears that were reflecting the low light of the neon signs. When both men noticed you, the blonde flashed you a bright smile and quickly wiped his fingers on the towel he had used to dry some glasses and held it out for you to shake. “Hi, I’m Ten. Kun told me he had finally found someone willing to help us out on the weekends but he missed to tell me how cute you are. Don’t worry the customers are all nice and if anyone gives you any problems, weird stares or makes inappropriate comments, just tell me immediately and I’ll throw them out,” he introduced himself. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the image of this petite man throwing drunken men twice his size out of the bar. “Thank you,” you answered before introducing yourself as well. “Would you please wipe down the tables in the back?” Kun asked, handing you a cloth, “The other waiter should be here any minute, so he can walk you through the process.” “You’re all males working here?” You asked shyly while starting to wipe the tall round tables closest to the bar. “Honey, there’s not many woman brave enough to even set a foot in here even though about eighty percent of our regulars and hundred percent of our staff are big softies hiding behind leather jackets and tattoos,” Ten chirped, disappearing beneath the counter to check the tubes of the beer taps.

Speaking of the other staff, as if on queue the door slammed open to reveal a ridiculously tall man with the biggest brown eyes you had ever seen, his platinum hair swept back from his forehead,  a huge grin plastered on his face. “Yooo, the poster with the job offer is gone, did you finally find someone?” The man all but shouted, excitedly bouncing up and down on his way to the bar, shucking off his leather jacket and carelessly throwing it on one of the bar stools to reveal toned arms and a strong chest straining his short sleeved black shirt. “Xuxi, indoor voice please,” Kun groaned, massaging his temples. “Oh sorry,” the other man - Xuxi - answered, flashing Kun big puppy eyes. “We did find someone, please don’t scare her off,” Ten answered Xuxi’s initial question, emerging back from under the counter, smashing the door shut, which caused Kun to groan again. “That thing has a handle for a reason,” he sighed. “It keeps opening itself back up otherwise,” the smaller man shrugged, leaning against the now spotless counter, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Wait, her?” Xuxi asked, eyes wide in either excitement or amazement, “As in she? A girl?” “Yes, hello,” you quietly introduced yourself, stepping out from the corner where you had been cleaning the tabletops.

“Wow, you’re so pretty,” Xuxi said instead of a proper introduction when you walked over to where the three men were standing. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks, tinting them a rosy color. Sighing, Kun took the dirty cloth from you and rinsed it in the sink. “This is Xuxi, the other waiter for tonight. As you might have noticed he doesn’t have much of a filter, but i swear he is harmless.” “Just call me Lucas at work, it’s easier,” the man in question grinned, not even bothering to correct Kun and extended a hand for you to shake (needless to say because he was unnecessary tall, his huge hand could almost cover your whole fist). “I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” he beamed and even though he had just called you cute, he was definitely the cutest person currently in this room. “Thank you,” you murmured, a smile spreading on your lips because Xuxi’s grin was really infectious and you felt your anxiety disappearing.

In the remaining time before the bar would officially open, Xuxi taught you everything you needed to know. From their system and how you’d take the orders and which tables you would serve to special drinks that weren’t on the menu and what to do if any customers would give you trouble. “There’s probably not much to do for the first two hours or so”, Xuxi concluded, running a hand through his platinum blonde hair, making his muscles dance beneath his shirt, “Like that you can get used to it before it gets packed. Fridays are always busy and there’s a bunch of different people coming. Did any regulars call in before?” He asked the last question to the general direction of the bar. Flipping through a book next to the cash register, Ten nodded. “127 are coming in, they got that big table in the back but other than that, no one called.” “What’s 127?” You asked curiously because that was one of the tables you were supposed to serve. “They’re a group of guys our age, but I’m not really sure what exactly they are to be honest,” Xuxi laughed while fixing the belt that held his wallet before handing you your own one. “I think they are bikers,” Ten supplied, turning around to reorganizing the bottles behind the bar for the third time tonight, “At least some of them have bikes and they sure look the part. Have you seen Johnny’s new tattoo the other week, Xuxi? That must have hurt like hell.” “Yeah, I saw the post with his chestpiece on his Instagram. That man is ripped.” “Well, you’re one to talk,” you murmured under your breath, organizing the contents of the belt to your liking. Laughing out loud, Ten slapped Kun on the chest. “We need to keep her, I like her,” he giggled and Kun just shot you a slightly pained smile, rubbing where Ten’s hand had come down. “Oh come on, old man. I didn’t even hit that hard.” “Stop calling me old, I am literally just two months older than you,” Kun groaned, softly shaking a grinning Ten. Unbothered by the bickering of the two barmen, Xuxi called over from the door: “I’ll switch on the sign!”

Your anxiety came back at full force when the bar started to fill up one hour after it opened. Resisting the urge to hide behind the bar, you approached yet another group of shady looking men to take their orders. Like the other people you had served before, they gave you a weird look while looking up and down your frame once before asking if you were new here. You just nodded and smiled politely while writing down their orders before walking back to the bar where you took out one of the trays and put the note with the order on top so Ten or Kun could put the according drinks on top. “Here, have a little drink, the night is just beginning,” Ten grinned and pushed a glass into your hands before completing the order while somehow also dancing fluently to the music that was playing through the speakers now. You eyed the drink suspiciously, the deep orange color throwing you off a bit. “It’s not spiked, no need to worry,” Xuxi told you, suddenly appearing next to you, placing his own tray with empty glasses onto the counter, winking teasingly before grabbing a colorful bottle to pour a bunch of shots, so Ten and Kun could focus on the other, more complicated drinks on the orders. You drowned the sickly sweet drink quickly and put the glass next to the ones that needed to be rinsed. You mouthed Ten a ‘thank you’ when you picked up your order and he blew you an exaggerated kiss, making you giggle and feel a little more at ease. It was like he had known you were being nervous again.

After checking in with your other tables and earning a big tip from some truckers that actually had been really nice, you made your way back to the bar to help Kun with rinsing the glasses that had been piling up. “You remember those regulars that were coming in tonight?” the blue haired barman suddenly asked, “That’s them.” He nodded towards the door where a group of men were coming in. For a moment, your breath got caught in your throat because Ten hadn’t been wrong earlier when he said that those 127 guys looked like bikers. Honestly anyone of them could have been a model for the leather clothes they were wearing while standing in front of a Harley Davidson or thrashing something with a baseball bat. (Also was one of them wearing a metal harness beneath his leather vest?) “They’re all nice people, no need to worry,” Kun calmed you down, shooting you a reassuring smile before taking the beer glass from your hands that you had started to grip so hard, your knuckles were turning white. “How many are they?” You asked him curiously while eyeing the group as they made their way over to their designated table, greeting other regulars as well as Lucas (one of them was apparently just as incapable of having an indoor voice as him when he loudly yelled ‘Lucas’ before hugging the taller male tightly).

“Yooo, Johnny’s chestpiece looks even more sick in real life,” Lucas said with wide eyes when he came back to the bar. “Also he gave me 20 dollar so I would ask Haechan and Mark if they were even legal when they would order something alcoholic,” he grinned, “I’ll share if you do it.” “How am I supposed to know who to ask?” You asked because even though you were shy, 20 dollars were 20 dollars. “That’s the spirit,” Lucas grinned and threw an arm around your shoulders to turn you in the direction of the table where the men had sat down, not even trying to be subtle about it. “You see the one with the purple hair sitting next to the tall one with half his chest exposed? The purple haired one is Haechan and the tall one is Johnny. Mark is the one on the stool to the left, just ask Haechan for his age first, Mark will be the one to laugh the loudest,” he quickly explained. “You know them quite well,” you said, trying to fight the heat spreading across your cheeks because it didn’t happen any day that you were in such a close proximity to a handsome man like Lucas. “I went to school with Mark,” he shrugged, letting you go when Kun yelled that his order was ready.

Before walking up to their table you took another deep breath to calm your furiously beating heart, repeating in your head how no one had been mean to you yet and that all your coworkers kept on telling you how nice they were supposed to be. “Hi everyone,” you greeted them when you arrived at the table, “Have you already decided what you want to order?” Seeing the chaos that the group was already in, half of them probably didn’t even notice that you had arrived at the table. “Guys!” The pink haired man wearing the harness type thing scolded the others that were bickering in the back of the little booth on the couch. “I’m sorry, they usually behave better,” he smiled and his big eyes combined with his pink hair made him look like he came straight out of an animation. “I’m Taeyong by the way,” the pink haired man supplied, flashing you a genuine smile, “You’re new here, right? I haven’t seen you around before.” “Today is my first day,” you nodded, cheeks heating up under the gaze of the handsome man, nervously playing with your little notepad. “Let’s order, guys!” Taeyong said, the others slowly turning their attention towards you. How all of them were this handsome was beyond your imagination. Shyly you introduced yourself as their waiter for the night for the second time and asked for their orders. One after the other they either ordered plain beer or some really extraordinary cocktails that you had never heard of before. When the purple haired boy, Haechan, ordered his cocktail, you took a deep breath before putting on your best poker face. “Could I see your ID to check your age first?”

As soon as the words had left your lips, the whole table fell dead silent and the boy’s mouth dropped open in surprise. But before you could lose your courage to mutter an apology, the boy that had greeted Lucas loudly before, burst out in laughter, that the others minus Haechan quickly joined and even you couldn’t hold back the grin that spread over your face. “Now that I think about it, could I see yours as well?” You followed up and asked the dark haired boy with the infectious laugh, whose eyes immediately turned into saucers, his mouth wide open while the others couldn’t hold their laughs anymore, the purple haired boy joining in now. “I’m sorry,” you giggled, turning to the last man to order when they all had calmed down, using the napkins on the table to exaggeratedly wipe their tears. “What can I get you?” When the man with the dark hair that was elegantly swept back from his face turned towards you, you could swear that time stilled for a moment. His dark eyes that were accentuated with a bit of eyeshadow fixed yours and you were captivated, unable to look away. When your eyes dipped lower for a second you could see the black ink of a tattoo on the pale skin of his neck. He seemed familiar but you couldn’t quite tell why. Maybe you had seen him around on campus. But even then you should have been able to tell because that tattoo really wasn’t subtle at all. Briefly you were wondering if he could ever work a normal job with something like that. “I think I’ll just start with a beer as well,” he spoke softly, his voice a deep rumble, tearing you from your thoughts. After you had definitely stared at him for way too long than it would have been acceptable, you tore your gaze away from him, quickly scribbling down his order as well, repeating what you had written down for the others to confirm.

“Great, then I’ll be back in a bit with your drinks,” you smiled, after one of them had insisted that they should get a round of shots as well. “Can’t wait,” the tall one with the eagle tattoo on his chest said with a smirk on his lips, adding a cheesy wink that made you way more flustered than you would have liked. You quickly turned to hide your heated face, speed walking back over to the bar to put their order down. “Did you do it?” Lucas eagerly asked, bouncing up and down in excitement where he was helping to dry some glasses behind the counter. “Where’s my money?” You grinned, holding out your palm towards him. “Waaa, you really did it,” he grinned while bouncing up and down excitedly and you could barely hold in the urge to coo at him. He really did resemble an oversized puppy. You barely knew him for more than a couple of hours but he already had wiggled his way into your heart.

“Lucas, you didn’t tell us such a pretty girl would be serving us tonight,” a smooth male voice suddenly interrupted. When you turned around, the tall man from the 127 gang (Were they a gang? Did they do illegal stuff?) came walking up to the counter, leaning against the polished wood. “She’s new here, I didn’t know either,” Lucas pouted, already grabbing two shot glasses to put up on the bar top, putting the third one back down when you shook your head. You weren’t going to drink on your first day of work even though it seemed to be normal when you watched Lucas fill up the two glasses with a shady looking liquid from an unlabeled bottle he had grabbed from below the counter. Clinking their glasses together both men drowned their shots and while the tall biker didn’t even flinch, Lucas broke out into a whole body shiver, squeezing his eyes shut. “This stuff is really fucking disgusting,” he grimaced before refilling one of the shot glasses again, shoving it in front of the other man again, “I don’t know how Ten manages to make these concoctions.” Grinning, the man in question suddenly appeared and snatched the shot glass from below the other‘s fingers, drowning it himself. The blonde only grimaced a little. “I gotta say, I’ve made better stuff but also definitely worse. Lucas, we need a new keg of beer, can you please get one from the back, you’re so much stronger than I am,” Ten pouted, batting his lashes at Lucas and rubbing one of his hands over the other’s muscled arms. “Be nice to her,” Lucas told the man with the big tattoo on his chest and quickly disappeared to the back.

“I’m Johnny by the way,” he introduced himself, running a hand through his dark red hair. “So you’re the one who asked Lucas to embarrass your friends,” you remembered, your eyes getting caught on the intricate feathers of the eagle that spread its wings over Johnny’s broad chest. He smirked when your eyes came back up to meet his. “That would be me. You like the tattoo?” “It looks nice,” you mumbled, embarrassed at being caught staring, “It’s not something you see every day.” “I have some other ones that are pretty interesting as well,” he winked. “Su-Sure,” you stuttered, feeling your face heat up for what must have been the millionth time this night. “You’re cute,” Johnny laughed, the sound bright and inviting, his eyes turning into little crescents. “What did you come over for? Did I miss something on the order?” You tried to move the conversation in a direction you were a little (a lot) more comfortable with. “I just thought I could put my muscles to use and help you carry our drinks, we ordered quite a lot. Also I still owe you money for pulling that prank on Mark and Haechan. Even though their faces were priceless.” “How old are they anyways?” You asked him because you didn’t actually ended up looking at their IDs and Haechan especially did seem quite young. Digging out his worn out wallet, Johnny fished out a twenty dollar bill and teasingly held it up between two fingers. “They’re both of age, don’t worry, they just have baby faces.”

Snatching the bill from his hands, you quickly stuffed it in your pocket. “Thank you,” you grinned, relieved that it really had just been a prank between friends. “How old are you then?” You heard yourself asking after you had glanced at the tray that Ten had been filling up, but a couple of glasses were still missing. The weird cocktails seemed to take quite some time to make (Why there was celery swimming in what looked like tomato juice was a mystery to you). “Let’s pretend I’m in my early twenties,” Johnny grinned, his long fingers playing with the cherries that were stuck to the rim of one of the cocktail glasses. “Pretend?” You were confused. He couldn’t be much older than you were. “It’s improper for old men like me to flirt with such pretty young girls after all,” he winked and stuck out his tongue. “You… You can’t be much older than me though,” you argued, trying to fight your shyness back down. But your furiously beating heart was betraying you. Luckily he couldn’t notice that from his place where he was still leaning against the counter, the long line of his body perfectly shown off; his legs seemed almost endlessly long in the heavy leather pants. Chuckling, he raked his eyes across your body in a similar way you must have seconds ago but you felt like you were burning up wherever he was looking. Within the blink of an eye he was in your personal space, crowding you against the bar. “I’m 25,” he breathed, “How long do you have to work today, honey?”

Before you could even think of an answer, Johnny was shoved backwards by another man dressed completely in black. You recognized him as one of the men from Johnny’s gang, the one with the neck tattoo that had seemed weirdly familiar to you. “Leave her alone, Johnny,” he drawled, his voice barely more than a growl, “There’s someone waiting for you outside.” After a moment of heavy eye contact between the two males, Johnny scoffed and threw you another smile. “See you later, darling,” he chirped before turning towards the exit. “I’m sorry if he made you uncomfortable, he doesn’t know when to stop sometimes,” the handsome man spoke, his voice still deep but way less threatening. “It’s… It’s fine you wouldn’t have needed to step in like that,” you reassured him, “But thank you.” “Yeah, I don’t know, something just didn’t sit right with me when he crowded you like that. Especially when you’re new to this type of environment, it’s pretty different from your usual job.” “My usual job?” You asked, clearly confused, “Do we know each other?” “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you had recognized me,” the man’s eyes widened in surprise and he averted his gaze as if he was embarrassed. “I’m Jaehyun. You know, the dude who keeps killing his plants.” Now it was your turn to be surprised. “No way. You look so different.” “It’s the clothes, right?” Jaehyun was rubbing the intricate lines of ink on his neck, looking up from between his dark lashes, smiling shyly and now that his dimples were almost showing, you did finally recognize him.

He was somewhat of a regular customer at the flower shop you worked in during the week to help out the old lady who owned the shop, always coming in to buy new plants when he had managed to kill yet another one. Now in the heavy leather jacket with more buckles and straps than you could count, he looked so different than when he came to the shop, his dark hair fluffy so his bangs almost covered his eyes and wearing soft sweaters and jeans. You also somehow had never noticed the big tattoo that stretched around his neck.

You could remember the first time he came into the shop very vividly. It was just after your break that you had spent lazing around in the backyard of the shop in front of the little greenhouse, letting the sun shine onto your face, just basking in the moment for a bit, letting all your worries about money or upcoming exams melt away. The job at the little flower job didn’t pay very well because people these days bought less and less flowers and the old lady couldn’t afford to pay more but you couldn’t just leave her alone in the shop. You really enjoyed her presence and learning about the language of flowers and how to bind pretty bouquets. When the distant chirping of the old cuckoo clock in the shop announced the end of your break, you got up from your place and put your apron back on, so you wouldn’t accidentally dirty your clothes. You came back into the shop just in time to see the big load of new plants that was being delivered. Two boys were unloading a colorful truck while continuously bickering in what seemed to be Chinese about where to put the plants in the shop and on the sidewalk outside so people could still walk past. “Urgh, this sucks why did we let us get talked into helping out?” The one with green hair sighed after they had put the last plant down, handing the old lady the papers she had to sign that the shipment had arrived at her place. She chuckled while handing the papers back. “I’ve made some iced tea, have a little break, boys,” she smiled her kind, wrinkled smile at them, taking them to the little kitchen area in the back to pour each one of them a glass even though the smaller of them had declined her offer at least ten times while his green haired friend gladly took her invitation.

Smiling you reassured the old lady that you would rearrange the flowers and plants so you could fit them all into the shop and the small greenhouse in the back. Maybe her grandson would come in later to help you move the heavier plants. He always came to the shop to laze around without having his parents scold him and his grandmother could never say no to his charming smile that made any girl his age swoon. He had recently dyed his hair a soft pinkish shade and had been hanging around the shop a lot more because his parents weren’t quite fond of his style choices. You gently stroked the leaves of the little pink rose bushes (that had kind of reminded you of the boy in the first place) that seemed rather thirsty to you, making a mental note to water them lots after you had arranged them.

While rearranging the cut roses so you could fit the new bushes in between them, the little bell on the door rang, announcing the arrival of a customer. “I’ll be right over,” you said, detangling yourself from the bush you had tried to fit in the display window. “No need to hurry,” the customer answered with a deep voice. It wasn’t often that men visited your store. And most times they just wanted a quick, expensive looking bouquet to either impress a girl or to apologize to their wife. Putting on your best customer friendly smile, you walked over to where the man was eyeing some cherry tree bonsais, his broad back turned towards you. “How can I help you?” When the man turned around, he immediately politely smiled at you, making your heart beat pick up just a little. He was definitely attractive, you couldn’t deny that. His dark hair was unstyled and hung into his eyes a bit, covering his strong eyebrows that every girl would be envious over. He seemed young, about your age. The pale blue hoodie and the fluffy hair made him seem very soft and gentle despite his strong jawline and prominent cheekbones. “Well I’ve moved into a new space and it looks a little empty, so I thought some plants might be the way to fix that,” he explained, fiddling with the hem of his slightly oversized hoodie. “That’s a great idea,” you beamed, trying to seem reassuring since he seemed rather nervous, “Do you have anything special in mind?” “No, I really don’t but those roses you just put in the display window look very pretty, it’s what made me come in,” he said, motioning to where you had been fighting with the roses earlier. “Roses need a lot of attention though,” you warned him, walking over to where you had tucked the little bushes into a corner. “I have a lot of time and like a good challenge,” he answered, a grin tugging at his lips, a set of dimples just barely showing, “You’re bleeding by the way.” He added, gently touching your hand. Startled, you jerked away, heat licking at your cheeks. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he quickly apologized, “But you should bandage that or it might get infected if something gets into the wound.” “Don’t worry, it’s not even that deep,” you concluded after examining the small cut on the back of your hand where you had lost the battle with one of the thorns. You quickly shot the man another smile that you hoped was reassuring.

“So do any of those roses look good to you?” “The pale orange ones look nice.” You couldn’t hold back a small giggle. “What’s so funny?” He asked, his beautiful brows drawn together in confusion. “The color is called peach,” you still giggled, grabbing the pot to show him the petals in the sunlight. “Well it is orange though,” he shrugged. “Men and colors,” you sighed dramatically but couldn’t help the smile spreading on your lips, “You like them and want to try caring for them?” “Yeah, let’s try it. Anything I should look out for?” While walking up to the cash register and ringing him up, you briefly explained how to take care of the roses the best.

“I hope they brighten up your room a bit,” you smiled when he had paid. “The visit sure brightened up my day,” he replied smiling widely, the set of cute dimples reappearing on his cheeks. Before you could overcome your sudden shyness to reply anything, he had already wished you a good day and disappeared from the shop.  

After his visit, the man had crept back into your mind a couple of times. Every time you watered the little twin of the rose bush he had bought, it somehow reminded you of his sweet dimpled smile and his deep, soothing voice. You always scolded yourself when you noticed how you were spacing out, in fact watering the floor instead of the little rose bushes how you were supposed to. (You had been made fun of by a certain pink haired boy one too many times lately.) Your boss had just smiled knowingly and pressed a little bouquet with beautiful yellow Chrysanthemums in the middle, when you had closed up the shop, making your face heat up and furiously deny everything. But like always, the old lady knew you probably better than you knew yourself.

The second time the handsome stranger had visited the shop, he had been wearing a white turtle neck and a simple denim jacket, his hair pushed back with a dark blue hat. “Hello again,” he greeted you, gently smiling when he walked up to the counter where you were currently binding a bouquet with a couple of big purple hyacinths, “I’ll have a little look around. No need to hurry that.” Even though you tried to concentrate on arranging the flowers in the bouquet and picking smaller flowers that would look good with the big center piece, you kept glancing over to the man who was sniffing different flowers, quietly sneezing when he inhaled too deeply.

“Those are really pretty,” he said after he had not so subtly watched you work for a while from his place between the brightly colored geraniums while walking up to the counter. “The man who commissioned them paid a lot of money for them to look pretty,” you smiled, gently tucking smaller white flowers all around the big purple ones in the middle. “Does it mean anything? I’ve never seen this kind of flower,” he asked, seeming genuinely interested. “You’re interested in the language of flowers?” You asked, securely tying the bouquet together, placing them in a vase for the time being. “What languages would flowers speak?” The man asked, sounding genuinely confused. For a moment you could just stare at him, his dark brown eyes widened and his mouth slightly ajar, before you burst out in a fit of giggles. “Hey! What’s so funny?” He asked, trying to sound offended but he couldn’t fight the smile that spread across his lips. “They don’t speak any language, silly. The different types of flowers mean different things. I don’t know all of it but the owner of the shop has been teaching me some of it,” you explained to him. “Ooh, that makes a lot more sense,” he nodded, “What do those mean then?” “They’re hyacinths. The man told me he needed to apologize to his girlfriend. The purple ones stand for sorrow. I doubt she will notice though.” “Probably not,” he chuckled. “What did the rose mean I bought last time? The peach one?” “I’m not quite sure, I’ll ask my boss when she’s back. What brings you back here?” “Well,” he scratched the back of his head and averted his eyes, “I need a new plant, the rose was  kind of a lot more work than I thought it was.”

“Oh no.” You felt genuinely sad. You kind of had expected it not to go well but this was honestly a lot faster than you could have imagined. “I should have listened to you when you told me that they were a lot, I’m sorry,” he apologized, “But I really want to try to keep a plant alive. She looked really good for the time she was alive.” “She?” “Well I gave her a name.” You giggled again. “That’s really cute.” “Not as cute as you though.” It was suddenly so silent in the shop, the only noise the soft buzzing sound coming from the air-conditioning. You stared into the man’s eyes, expecting a his face to heat up in a similar fashion yours was, to see a blush creep up his face or his ears, but his face stayed perfectly pale, not a single blotch of color visible. But he had to be embarrassed as well if the way he was chewing on his lips was any sign. “I’m sorry, that just slipped,” he mumbled. “I… Shouldn’t you at least tell me your name before you start complimenting me like that?” You stuttered when you found your voice again. “Jaehyun,” he supplied, still awkwardly shuffling around, “It’s Jaehyun.” “Alright Jaehyun, let’s find you a new plant that’s not as easy to kill.

From that day onward Jaehyun came to the shop somewhat regularly, either announcing the death of yet another plant or telling you how they were on the brink of death and he didn’t know how it happened or what to do to save them. You were really close to either tell him to stick to bouquets or cacti but when you were being honest, you enjoyed his little visits. He’d stay longer and longer every time, telling you little stories about how he suspected that his roommates were secretly killing all the plants. In turn you told him about your boring life between your classes and your job. And sometimes you even taught him about the language of flowers while he was watching you put together a bouquet for yet another desperate boyfriend.

One visit in particular had stuck with you for some reason. Your whole day had just been bad: One of your professors had caught you slacking off in class and called you out in front of everyone, then at lunch a guy had run into you, making you drop half your food on the floor and then it had started to rain on your way to work. And if that wasn’t enough, the old lady hadn’t been feeling well because of the sudden change in weather and you had sent her off into her apartment that was above the shop, so she could rest. So now you were just alone in the shop, watching the people outside hurry past the shop with their umbrellas. When it was raining even less people were coming into the shop because you couldn’t put any plants outside that often lured people in. Sighing, you continued with the inventory that you had started out of boredom. Of course you also hadn’t brought any useful books, so you could have studied a little.

You must have been deep in thought, moping about how much this day sucked, that you didn’t hear the little bell on the door ringing. So when someone touched your arm to get your attention, you of course were startled and let out a small scream before you lost your balance on the stepladder that you had used to count the spare pots on a higher shelf. And if that wasn’t enough, you also pushed one of said pots down as well. But before you could even brace yourself for the fall, a strong arm had wrapped around you, saving you from crashing down onto the floor and possibly cracking your head open. When you opened your eyes, that you had screwed shut, you saw straight into Jaehyun’s deep brown eyes that were full of concern. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he spoke softly and you could feel how his voice rumbled in his chest from how close he was holding you to his body. “It’s alright, it’s my fault anyways. I wasn’t paying attention,” you sighed, slowly realizing in what kind of situation you and Jaehyun were in right now. His face was so close to yours that you could almost count every single one of his long, dark eyelashes. You could even see the faintest little blush spreading over his cheeks and your own face immediately felt hot as well.

Jaehyun just smiled and released you from his grip, gently setting the pot he somehow had managed to catch with his other hand back onto the shelf. He really must have incredible reflexes and obviously the most charming smile you had ever seen. “Don’t blame yourself, you don’t look too good today,” he spoke softly. “Wow thanks,” you sarcastically said, sighing theatrically while running your hands through your hair in an attempt to smooth it out, but probably messing it up further than it already was. “Hard day?” You snorted. Hard was an understatement. It sucked. But a little voice in the back of your head whispered that now that Jaehyun had come to visit you in the shop, it would get better. “You look like you could use a hug,” he smiled and opened his arms invitingly.

Before you could even think twice about it, you wound your arms around his middle and squeezed him tightly, burying your face in the soft fabric of his cardigan that he wore over one of his many turtlenecks. Chuckling, he grabbed the fabric and stretched it around you, so you were basically wrapped up in it against his chest, before wrapping you up in his strong arms. You were drowning in his by now familiar scent and the way his chest steadily rose and fell with his breath made all stress from your body slowly dissolve. “If you keep holding me like this I will cry,” you mumbled, trying to untangle yourself from him. “I don’t mind, you know? Sometimes you just have to cry to let all the stress out,” he assured you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Don’t say that, I will ugly cry in your shirt,” you hiccupped, “I barely know you.” “Oh I think you know me a lot better than a lot of people,” he smiled, “It’s an old shirt anyways.” “Liar, I’ve never seen you wear this before.” “You’re keeping track?” He chuckled. “That’s not what I meant by that,” you mumbled, feeling shy suddenly because how could you not keep track when he just effortlessly looked infuriatingly good every time he walked into the shop.

“You feeling better now?” Jaehyun gently asked after you two had fallen silent, just basking in each other’s presence. He gently tilted your head back from where you had buried it in his neck, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah,” you breathed, captivated by him. You had never noticed the tiny mole he had on one of his cheeks but you found it really endearing.   “Good,” he smiled, “I brought you coffee from the shop next door.” He motioned to the two cups he had placed on the counter next to the cash register. “You have a heart of gold Jaehyun,” you confessed, a smile slowly spreading on your lips and your heartbeat picking up. You kept the thought that he probably would also make the perfect boyfriend, to yourself. Not that it would matter, you were sure he didn’t see you like that. He just played it off, laughing awkwardly like he always did when he was embarrassed. (Coming to think of it, you really seemed to know him better than you had initially thought.) “Let’s drink it before it gets cold and you can tell me more about your day,” he offered and slowly loosened his arms around you. “Can you tell me about yours instead?” You asked with a small voice. “I’d rather forget all of this stupid day before you walked in here.” “Of course, darling,” he breathed. Your heart skipped a beat before doubling its pace when the pet name rolled of his tongue just like that. Maybe there was just the slightest little chance, he might consider you more than just the friend that worked in the flower shop that he had to visit to get advice on how to not kill his plants. Smiling you loosened your grip on him as well and you two sat down on the counter, dangling your legs and sipping the slightly cold coffee while you listened to Jaehyun ramble about the mess that were his flatmates. Until this day you hadn’t figured out how many people he actually lived with but you couldn’t help but smile at the little stories he told you. And even when he stopped talking, you just enjoyed the silence while watching the people outside. And maybe it was just your imagination but the umbrellas outside seemed just a little brighter with your head resting on Jaehyun’s broad shoulder.

“I’ve never noticed your whole tattoo thing that’s going on,” you said, motioning around your own neck when you came back from your fond memories of Jaehyun. “Yeah, I try to not let it show as much usually,” he replied, almost nervously playing with the collar of his leather jacket.   “Did it hurt a lot when you got it?” “Yeah, the skin is kind of tender around your neck,” he answered, his gaze not meeting your eyes but fixating a point right behind you. “You get that question a lot don’t you?” you gently asked, fingers itching to reach out to touch him. “Yeah, it’s all people talk about when they see it,” he shrugged, “I’m used to it by now.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. “It’s fine,” Jaehyun reassured you, gently grazing his fingers over your exposed forearm, making goose bumps break out over your skin. “Yes, it did hurt. No I don’t regret it. Yes I probably can’t work a normal job if I’m not wearing a turtleneck. No, I didn’t get it in prison. It was done in a perfectly sanitary tattoo shop by a professional artist. No, I’m not a criminal”, he quickly addressed every typical question he apparently got about the tattoo in a single breath, a smile spreading on his lips, making his dimples appear and your heart beat faster.

“Glad to know I haven’t been talking to a criminal over the past few weeks even though you did kill an unholy amount of plants,” you giggled, checking again if the order was ready only to find Ten engrossed in a conversation with a group of young men that were sitting at the bar, his work forgotten. “Well I guess I am guilty of that,” Jaehyun pouted and it was weirdly endearing seeing him act playful like that with his dark and intimidating clothing. “So you’re not a criminal but a biker?” “Is that what you think our group is?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. “That’s what everyone told me at least. And you do look the part.” “A couple of us do have bikes, but I don’t think that justifies the title. We’re just a,” he bit his tongue for a bit, “We’re just friends. Friends who like to dress in a lot of leather and black clothing.”

It seemed to be a somewhat touchy subject so you decided to not push any further. “You don’t need to explain it to me,” you smiled reassuringly, quickly squeezing his cold hand. “Jaehyun, stop flirting with my best waitress,” Kun teased, adding the little shot glasses to the second tray that completed the order. “I wasn’t flirting, I-“ but Jaehyun didn’t complete his apology when Kun shot him a knowing look and your face heated up on his behalf because Jaehyun didn’t blush like ever. “Stop making excuses and help her carry all this back to the table,” the barman grinned, returning to his work by pulling Ten back by the hairs on his neck from where he was still talking to the handsome customers sitting at the bar. “I would appreciate some help, that’s what Johnny came over for as well,” you tried to push past the awkwardness. “Like hell he was,” Jaehyun grumbled, grabbing the one of the trays maybe a tad too forceful than he needed to, the drinks almost spilling over. “Don’t be angry with him, he was being nice,” you consoled him, gently petting his leather clad arm (wasn’t he warm in that thick jacket?). “I saw just how nice he was being,” he sighed, rolling his shoulders, “He’s such a goddamn flirt.” “Nothing happened Jaehyun,” you tried one last time, looking into his dark eyes, getting lost in the seemingly bottomless obsidian.

Only the thud of the heavy entrance door made you snap out of it and you quickly turned to grab the second tray. You hadn’t even noticed how you had gravitated towards Jaehyun, it was like his eyes had hypnotized you. “Need another pair of helping hands?” A familiar voice asked and Johnny strode over towards you two again, now with an energetic bounce in his step, his red lips curved into a smile. “We’ve got it,” Jaehyun answered, scrunching his nose as if he had smelled something bad before taking a deep breath. “Don’t wait too long, Jaehyun,” the taller said, his tone suddenly stern and his brows furrowed. “I can handle it, Johnny,” Jaehyun gritted out, shoving past the taller man to make his way over to the table where their friends were still waiting for their drinks. Sighing, you followed him back to the table. It was weird how different he was behaving with his friends around. You had never expected to meet him in any place outside of your job at the flower shop and much less in a place like this. The soft man who liked to wear denim jackets seemed to be buried beneath the heavy leather jacket.

“Here’s your drinks,” you smiled when you put the tray down to distribute the drinks. “You’re not drinking with us?” A blonde man with a scratch in his eyebrow asked when everyone had picked up their shot glasses. “It’s my first day, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” you politely declined his offer. “I’m sure Ten and Kun won’t mind,” he grinned, lifting up his own glass to hand it over to you. “She said no, didn’t you hear, Yuta?” Jaehyun growled and shot his friend a dark look. Unfazed by his behavior, the blonde - Yuta - shrugged his shoulders before drowning his shot himself, not grimacing in the slightest even though the liquid had a questionable amount of alcohol in it, judging by the numbers that had been printed on the label. “But I’m sure we can treat you to something else,” he spoke, before shifting in his seat so his poorly buttoned sleeveless shirt fell open even further, revealing smooth skin that stretched over lean muscles and a promise of something metal hidden beneath. “I-“, you stuttered. What were you supposed to reply to something like that? “You’re shameless,” one of his dark haired friends chuckled, a silver chain glistening in the light when he shook his head. “It’s called confidence,” Yuta defeated himself. “Still shameless,” another one agreed, a grin on his face. “He hasn’t had a good lay in a while, don’t mind him,” Taeyong cut in, shooting you a reassuring smile. “Certainly not because I didn’t had any offers, I’m just picky,” Yuta tried to defend himself, looking scandalized. You just giggled when the other’s started picking on him. You noticed that Jaehyun didn’t join in but his posture was more relaxed than it had been before. You really wanted to thank him for defending your choice to not drink but now didn’t seem appropriate. Silently you collected the now empty shot glasses and picked the trays back up. “I’ll be back to check in with you later then,” you smiled before walking back to the counter after checking in with a couple of other tables.

The rest of the night went down in a blur safe for the one occasion where the slender Ten indeed threw out one of the customers that couldn’t hold his liquor anymore and had fallen when he had tried to walk over to the bar to order more because Lucas had already refused to bring him any more drinks. The times when you had checked in on the 127 table, Yuta had still flirted with you only to be either shot down by Jaehyun or Taeyong. You had also noticed that over the course of the night one or two of them would always leave the bar for a couple of minutes before coming back inside with a new energy and a faint blush on their cheeks. You didn’t know what they did out there but you really hoped they didn’t do drugs or anything like that. They didn’t seem as intoxicated as the other customers no matter how much they ordered. If anything Mark was getting giggly after he had come back inside but that was pretty much everything. They all must have incredible tolerance for alcohol.

When the night died down and more and more customers were leaving, Kun waved you over to tell you that you had been a great help and he would be more than happy to see you again tomorrow for your next shift. You had beamed at him and promised to do your best. “I’m sure you will. Thank you for today, I think Lucas and I can handle the remaining customers,” he told you. “What’s with Ten?” You asked. You hadn’t seen him in a while. Kun just sighed and motioned to the 127 table where Ten comfortably sat on Johnny’s lap, the taller carding through the blonde’s hair that he had freed from the little ponytail. “Are they a thing?” You were confused. Johnny hadn’t been subtle about his flirting earlier. “No one really knows,” Kun groaned, suddenly seeming very irritated, “It’s been happening more lately but last week he went home with Taeyong as far as I remember.” “Oh…” “Don’t think about it too much. I want to say that he knows what he’s doing but that would mean that he’s actually using his brain.” Somehow you thought that he sounded sad. “Just tell Ten that you like him, Kun,” Lucas groaned, running a hand through his by now messy platinum hair. “I don’t like him,” the elder gritted out, violently cleaning glasses and slamming them onto a rack to dry. “Sure and I’ve never thought about making out with any of your roommates,” Lucas teased him. “You have what?” “Never mind I said that,” Lucas mumbled, his ears turning red, before he made a beeline to one of his tables.

You chuckled quietly. “I think he’s fond of you as well,” you softly spoke after Kun had thrown another longing look at Ten who was busy admiring the eagle tattoo on Johnny’s chest. “You don’t need to console me, but I appreciate it,” he smiled but it didn’t quiet reach his eyes, “I came to accept him how he is.” “You should at least try to shoot you shout though, don’t you think?” You tried again, stepping closer to the barman to help him clean the last glasses. He sighed deeply. “I’ve known Ten for too long now, I know he won’t suddenly become monogamous just because I tell him that I might not dislike him as much as I sometimes say.” “You can never know for sure, people do crazy stuff because of love,” a deep voice joined the conversation and Jaehyun sat down on the barstool in front of Kun and you, throwing you a quick smile. “He’s right,” you smiled, briefly squeezing Kun’s hand. “If I say that I’ll think about it, will you leave it alone for now?” You eagerly nodded, looking up at Jaehyun to see if he was doing the same. Instead a smirk played on his lips. “If you give me my drinks for free, I’ll even tell Johnny to not take Ten home tonight,” he grinned, holding up his card between two fingers. “You’re paying for everyone?” Kun just gritted out, snatching the card from the other’s fingers. Jaehyun’s grin widened before he nodded. “Isn’t that going to be a lot of money?” You asked worriedly. You had never asked but assumed Jaehyun must be a student like you, so paying the whole bill for nine men (well eight if Kun was giving Jaehyun his own drinks for free) was a lot. “I lost at rock paper scissors,” he shrugged, “Are you done with your shift?”

“She is,” Kun cut in, smacking the credit card back onto the bartop, “Tell Johnny to send him home, I’m not feeding his cats again because they’re screaming for food.” “Sure. That’s the only reason,” Jaehyun joked, pocketing his card with a grin. Kun didn’t answer, instead leaving you two alone to wipe some empty tables. “Are you going home alone?” “It’s not far from here,” you reassured the dark haired man. “I’ll walk you. You shouldn’t go alone this late.” “Only if it’s not a bother for you…” “Keeping you safe is never a bother for me,” he smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and you barely suppressed a shiver from how cold his hands were against your heated face. “I’ll tell the other’s not to wait for me and will wait outside for you,” he softly spoke before turning to walk out the door where his friends apparently had already left.

You quickly gathered your things and sorted out your tips from the rest of the money, putting everything back into the place that Lucas had shown you before disappearing into the staff room to stuff the money into your designated tip jar, so Lucas and you could share your tips with Ten and Kun. While you were quickly trying to fix your hair in the small mirror a very grumpy looking Ten joined you, groaning loudly. You had to suppress your smile. Jaehyun really had convinced Johnny to not take Ten home. “Men are trash, honey,” the blonde suddenly spoke, “Don’t fall for any of them.” “Did you get dumped?” You tried to act like you didn’t exactly knew what must have happened. “Can’t get dumped if you aren’t dating,” Ten chirped, smoothing out a wrinkle in his silky blouse, “But something similar.” “I’m sorry.” “No need to be darling, I’ll just annoy Kun a little more, maybe he’ll actually pop a vein these days,” he giggled mischievously. “Be nice to him, he seems like an actual sweetheart,” you said while slipping on your jacket and picking up your bag. “He is, darling. But where’s the fun in that?” Ten held the door open for you and followed you back to the main room. “Be safe on your way home.” “Jaehyun is waiting outside for me,” you admitted, suddenly feeling shy under Ten’s intense gaze. “So that’s why Johnny wouldn’t take me with him,” he grinned. “No, no that’s not it. He just offered to walk me home,” you stuttered to explain yourself. It wasn’t like what Ten thought it was, right? Oh god. Not that Jaehyun was expecting anything now. He just had asked to walk you home though. Was it a code word for something you didn’t know? “I’m sure he only has the most noble motives,” the barkeeper snickered, “Go, don’t let prince charming wait for too long.” With that he waved you off, walking over to where Kun was wiping a table to drape his body over the other’s back, probably complaining about being dumped. But Kun didn’t seem to mind a whole lot, judging by the smile that tugged on the corners of his lips.

After you had barely escaped Xuxi’s suffocating goodbye hug, you stepped outside into the cold night, taking a deep breath. It was quiet for a Friday night but that might have just been the time. Worried you looked around when you couldn’t see Jaehyun’s broad figure anywhere. Did he ditch you? That didn’t seem like him. Curious you looked into the little ally beside the bar where the dumpsters were. At first you couldn’t make out anything in the dark but when your eyes had adjusted, you could make out a figure, no two, in the dark. One of them was wearing a familiar leather jacket with way too many buckles and straps to be convenient. The man was clinging to the second, unmoving figure and the whole scene made Goosebumps break out all over your body.

“J-Jaehyun?” you stuttered, your bag falling from your shoulder, landing on the concrete with a soft thud. As if he was electrocuted, the man with the dark clothes shoved the limp body he was holding onto just a second ago away from him, but no sound left the other man’s lips, nor did his facial expression change in any way. “I can explain this,” Jaehyun said, his lips a deep red and smeared with what seemed to be blood and eyes wide, tinted a bright crimson. You felt a shiver run down your spine, the scream that had been stuck in your throat threatening to spill now. But before it could rip free, a palm was pressed over your lips and your body collided with Jaehyun’s solid frame. “Please don’t scream,” he whispered in your ear which made all the hairs on your neck stand up. What was happening? Why was there blood on Jaehyun? Has his eyes changed color? How did he get across to you within the blink of an eye? What was with the other person? In a panic, your eyes scanned the alleyway and another muffled scream ripped from your throat when you saw that the man was still unmoving even though he was bleeding from a wound in his neck. “Please,” Jaehyun begged, his voice sounding strained, “Let me explain this, don’t hate me.” Being pressed so close to him, you couldn’t help but notice that his chest wasn’t moving in the slightest like it should if he was breathing. What was happening? Panic began to rise inside you and you felt like you were suffocating, your lungs not getting enough oxygen with Jaehyun’s palm pressed over your mouth. Panicking, you grabbed his wrist and let your nails dig into his skin, but the skin didn’t break. Desperate, you tried to get more air into your lungs, meeting his eyes in a silent plea. “Please don’t scream,” Jaehyun repeated firmly before he slowly freed your mouth, but kept holding you close.

You heaved a couple of heavy breaths, feeling the panic slowly disappear but your heart kept beating furiously, the adrenaline coursing through your veins making you dizzy. “Let me take care of this and I’ll explain everything, I promise,” Jaehyun spoke once your breathing had somewhat evened out. “I’ll release you now, don’t run away.” Your voice was still lost somewhere, so you just nodded. After confirming with a nod himself, he slowly uncurled from you and walked over to the other man who was still in a daze, staring straight ahead. “You will walk home now and not remember anything that happened from the moment you saw me approach you,” Jaehyun spoke to him, looking into his eyes intensely and if your own eyes weren’t playing a trick on you, Jaehyun’s eyes had turned a bright crimson color. He leaned into the other man again where his neck was still bleeding and when the man turned to leave and walk away, the area was clean. Instead Jaehyun’s lips were smeared with blood that he quickly wiped into his shirt. “What the fuck, Jaehyun?” You whispered, your voice sounding raw as if you hadn’t spoken in hours.

“I can explain this,” he repeated again, turning his palms towards you in surrender when he walked back over. “How can you explain this? You- That- That man was straight up hypnotized and behaved like an actual puppet. And that blood. This is crazy. I’m dreaming. That’s it right? Or someone must have slipped me something in the bar and I’m tripping right now. Because this looks an awful lot like you just sucked that guy’s blood like you’re a vampire and that’s crazy. Vampires aren’t real. And I’ve seen you walk around in the middle of the day. But then again, your hands are always cold and I couldn’t even scratch you with my nails and you have mad reflexes,” you started to spiral, the words just falling from your lips. “Hey, take a breath. A deep breath, here,” Jaehyun softly spoke, gently taking your hands and pressing the palms on his chest, taking a deep breath himself.   Even though you tried to breathe with him to calm down, you couldn’t help but notice that his fingers weren’t as cold as they had been before and that you couldn’t feel his heartbeat despite the fact that your palm was sitting right over his heart, just separated by his thin black shirt from the skin. “You… You don’t have a heartbeat,” you whispered, your eyes searching his that were a perfectly normal deep brown shade now while you pressed your palms down on his chest harder. “I don’t,” he spoke carefully, scanning your features for any changes, “I haven’t had one for a while.” “You aren’t breathing right now.” “I don’t need to. I keep forgetting.” “You… You’re forgetting to breathe?” “I usually do when I’m around humans but sometimes I forget.” “You say that as if you’re not…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, it was too absurd. “As if I’m not human myself? I’m not. Not anymore.” “Then what are you?” “You’ve said it before, I’m a vampire,” he confessed.

“A vampire…” You repeated dumbfounded. It made sense, everything was adding up but this couldn’t be the explanation. Vampires were just made up. “And the others are too, they’re my coven. That’s why I didn’t want Johnny to talk to you.” “Would he have..?” Your eyes widened and one of your hands flew to your neck, covering where your pulse was fluttering beneath the skin. “I’m not going to hurt you, I could never,” Jaehyun whispered when he saw the fear in your eyes, gently cupping your face as if to prove his point. “I like you way too much to hurt you. And I won’t let anyone of the others even lay a finger on you.” Your eyes immediately flew to his lips that were still stained red when he leaned in even closer so you would be able to feel his breath mingling with yours if he was breathing. “I really want to kiss you right now, is that stupid?” The vampire whispered. “Don’t hurt me,” you whispered back, letting your eyes fall shut. “I could never,” he breathed before brushing his lips against yours in a chaste kiss that send sparks through your whole body. When Jaehyun felt you relax against him, your fingers uncurling from his shirt, he kissed you again, firmer this time, wrapping his arms tight around you as if he was afraid that you would disappear.

When you felt your head start to get light, you gently tapped his strong chest and he immediately retreated, looking at you with a worried expression. “One of us still needs to breathe,” you giggled breathless. “I’m sorry,” he smiled, carding his fingers through your hair, just watching you breathe for a moment, losing himself in your eyes.

“I have another secret to tell you,” Jaehyun broke the silence, his dimpled smile lighting up his face. “I don’t think you can shock me anymore,” you smiled back. “I didn’t actually kill any of the plants I bought. I just needed to have a reason to keep seeing you. Our house looks like a jungle.” You couldn’t stop giggling, leaning into his (not moving) chest that rumbled with his low chuckle. “You’re cute,” you smiled, snaking your arms around his waist below his jacket, somehow not even missing the warmth that bodies usually gave off. “Shut up,” he chuckled, wrapping you up in a tight hug. “You want to know something else?” You whispered into his chest after a while. The vampire just hummed, gently swaying you. “I looked up what the rose meant that you bought when you first came into the shop… You wanna know what it stands for?” Jaehyun hummed again. “It stands for immortality.” This time it was Jaehyun who was laughing, holding your body tighter to steady himself.

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hey guys i know that the scene where sophie eventually ruined lady galvin's cape for the first time had a lot more pressing details going on but can we stop for a moment and appreciate that she knows how to make whipped cream by hand. and has done it before. probably w/ her human family. (pg 194, paperback ver. of book one)

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @daisybarks

I’m tagging @kiki-the-creator @hopeshoodie @juggalohenrik @eskiix and @rennell

This is a little snippet from enough for you, which is my most recent WIP. This is the cheating fic, which I’ve likely referenced. This might not make sense out of context.

The other three piled into the back, Aislinn in the middle and the other two having window seats. Bobby handed the others their food and sat back with his arms folded. “Aw, come on! I wanted shotgun! And why is this car such a mess?” Bobby grumbled, his heart not fully in it.

“It was worse than this. We actually cleared it slightly to make room for everyone. And Marisol did say that one of us could take shotgun, and I let Lucas have it because he’s taller.” Hope pointed out once she chewed her mouthful.

“It smells weird in here too. Is there an air freshener?”

“It’s broken. Olivia forgot to replenish it. I haven’t noticed the smell if I’m honest, I’m used to it.” Marisol finished her breakfast, grabbing the empty bags and got out of the car, binning them and made her way back to the car, putting on her seatbelt. As she started the car, the sat nav came on and she left it there. She was going to try and rely on her memory, which might not be the best idea.

Once everyone plugged in their seatbelts, they set off. Marisol followed signs for the motorway until she got stuck in a queue getting onto the M4. It was crawling, and she opened the windows to let some fresh air in. The air conditioning only blew hot air and was next to useless.

As the car stopped, Bobby started rooting around at his feet until he discovered a bag full of ketchup bottles and another bag of chocolate, crisps, nuts and sweets. In addition to the two bags, there was a lot of sweet stuff sitting on the floor.

“Who needs an entire bagful of ketchup bottles? Eight bottles in one bag!” He studied the bag, slightly perplexed.

“Wait, what? So that’s where all the ketchup went! I kept buying bottles, and Olivia clearly kept swiping them. Eight bottles, really?” Marisol’s eyes widened at the mention of the ketchup. Bobby handed Lucas the bagful of ketchup, who studied it himself.

“Most of these are open, and half full. What’s the point of starting a new one when the old one is already half full? I was checking that side of the car as well, how did I miss this?” Lucas checked the bottles in the bag. “Some of these are expired too, quite the stash! One or two years out of date.”

“Eww. See what you can salvage, and we’ll bin the rest when we get to the beach. What a waste of good ketchup, I even bought Heinz! I can’t believe she was stealing it.” Marisol stared at the bag, slightly miffed. “That being said…I did use it for a lot of meals, I did have a little ketchup problem. It would vanish every single time we had an argument. Which means she was taking it then to be petty, likely. It’s a major pet peeve, she sees it as such a waste.”

“More of a waste is definitely her stealing it, as of course you’d buy more! Does the money she’s wasting ever come into it?” Aislinn asked.

“Nope, no way. She’s the type who broke her phone last month and had her parents buy her the newest iPhone in replacement. It wasn’t even cracked or damaged, so she let me have it. I changed everything over, her parents aren’t paying for my phone as well. It was going to go to waste completely otherwise, she would’ve just binned it.” Marisol laughed slightly at the idea of Olivia even thinking about money. The same person who regularly spent £400 on clothes per week and went on regular shopping sprees definitely wasn’t the type to care about the money she’s wasting.

She looked back at the road just as the queue moved and moved forward again. “Found anything else that is edible? There’s bound to be food hanging about.”

“Gummy worms, gummy bears, strawberry laces, Strawbs, this bag is all sweets. There’s a soft container of Pringles too, I wouldn’t touch those. There’s also unopened bags of fruit and nuts so I’ll take those out. Most of the chocolate is fine too, and the unopened crisp bags. This is quite the stash! Half of it is empty packets. Did she just use the car for a dustbin?” Bobby handed Lucas the dodgy snacks, who just bagged them with the dodgy ketchup.

“She pretty much used the car as a bin, yup. And she kept stealing the sweet stuff from the flat, so I had to keep hiding my biscuits and chocolate. Eventually we agreed that she would buy her own sweet stuff and quit taking mine. Guess I didn’t clarify that sweet stuff meant ketchup too, and she couldn’t just steal stuff in petty revenge.” Marisol explained. To her relief, the queue started moving quickly and she took advantage, getting onto the motorway without too much fuss. She wasn’t a fan of driving on motorways.

“The window’s not working again, could you please open it from your side?” Lucas asked.

Marisol opened both windows, the car was starting to get absolutely roasting. The feet smell was starting to get to her slightly.

“The windows in the back don’t work, by the way. Hopefully you guys are fine with just these ones open.” Marisol called in the direction of the back, the others nodded in response.

“Can we get rid of some of the mess at the beach? There’s sandwich containers, coffee cups and something squishy back here.” Bobby prodded the something squishy and took his hand away fast. “That’s definitely gum. Why has she stuck that on the back of the seat?” He pulled it off with a tissue, wiping away the residue.

“We can get rid of the leftovers, coffee cups and sandwich containers at least. Or anything that’s gone off. The rest of it, I don’t know what she wants done with it. She might’ve left, but it’ll seem a bit too final to clear out nearly all of it…” Marisol’s voice faded slightly and she bit her lip. “Look, I’m not overly pleased with the state of it myself. But I’ve got bigger fish to fry currently. I’ve had too many arguments with Olivia over it, and she made it worse to mess with me. I gave up mentioning it eventually. You’ve been complaining so much, it’s getting on my nerves.”

Marisol focused on the road ahead, chewing on her lip.

“Yeah, you’ve made your point. Maybe me and Lucas are just more used to it, but it’s been far worse than this before.” Hope broke in before Bobby decided to reply.

“Why didn’t we just split into two cars anyway? I wouldn’t have minded driving, and it’s a little cramped in the back. Driving’s not ideal, I prefer shotgun, but Lucas nabbed that. We could’ve split into me and Lucas in one car, and you three in this one.” Bobby grumbled.

Lucas stared at Marisol in panic, his eyes widened at Bobby’s statement. “That wouldn’t work. You barely paused for breath when we got lost yesterday, and during the first film of the Harry Potter marathon. I couldn’t handle it then, being trapped in a car with just you wouldn’t work.”

Marisol’s mouth twitched, and she struggled to not burst into laughter, putting on the radio instead. Classical music burst out of the speakers, and she jumped. Aislinn quickly synced up her phone to the radio, attaching it via a charging wire. She instructed Lucas in the front, who followed her instructions and in no time at all, a playlist replaced the classical music.

“Phew. I forgot Olivia always listens to Classic FM, on loud. She’s even had noise complaints, from classical music of all things. And, Bobby, if you want to drive on the way back, be my guest! It made completely no sense to split into two cars just because you couldn’t handle the mess.” The hot car was making Marisol slightly grumpy, and she snapped at him.

The car fell silent as they became absorbed in the music. Marisol and Aislinn had done far too much drunk karaoke, and she recognised the playlist from that. Hold the Line started playing and Marisol started singing along to it, forgetting the others were in the car. The energy carried through the car and lasted until the end of the song. She stopped, slightly breathless and blinked, wide eyed.

“Wow. I forgot how good you were at this. My favourite karaoke partner ever. Maybe we should try it again, but sober?” Aislinn said.

Her words stunned Marisol slightly, and she blushed. “R...Really? You think I’m that good? I doubt that, I freeze up on stage. Drunk karaoke is slightly different.” Yeah, no. That’s not happening. Not after that time in secondary school, when you auditioned for the school talent show and got so nervous that you were sick backstage, and your throat closed up while on stage. You couldn’t sing anything and tripped coming off stage on a loose shoelace and wiped out. To make matters worse, it was recorded and passed around the school until you were known for that. Your sister hated being associated with you as a result and it was so embarrassing.

Marisol fell silent, chewing on her lip and listening to the music. She signalled and moved into the left lane, ready to come off the motorway.

She focused entirely on driving and only relaxed when she got to the car park. She parked and let out a sigh of relief. “No sat nav needed at all, and not a foot wrong. That proves it, I’ve got a better sense of direction than Olivia.”

“I’m pretty sure everyone does.” Bobby pointed out. “Along with being better at being on time. I had to tell her a fake time for my birthday two months ago and she was still late.”

[subjectsix]

tagged by @therealtsk !!! <3

1: Why did you choose your Url?

i love Dylan Faden (prime candidate six) and Lucas Grey (subject six) very much (dylan as a brother/relatable character and lucas as maybe in love with him)

2: Any side blogs?

they are all neglected! oops. an old abandoned terminator one and an old defunct botan city aesthetic blog (i just use tags here now).

3: How long have you been on Tumblr?

pffff idk. like. maybe 2014???? but around 2016 i vanished and i came back around... 2019? I’ve never remade so my blog is like. wow!! u can track kip’s phases here!!

4: Do you have a queue tag?

yes! #queue with me if you wanna live (like terminator’s ‘come with me if you wanna live’)

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place?

i saw all the Funny Posts on pinterest back when it wasnt just an aesthetic machine and wanted to participate akjsakjshdfkjh

6: Why did you choose your icon?

its a commission of one of my star wars OCs, lurina! i love her dearly, she’s a zabrak with two prosthetic legs and i did not consider that maul also has two prosthetic legs until after I made her lol

7: Why did you choose your header?

i lov hitman and the 2016 promotional images are pretty

8: What’s your post with the most notes? 

its probably my into the spiderverse post about ihop versus ihob?

9: How many mutuals do you have?

bro idk!!! probs a lot, I’ve been here a long time and a lot of blogs have come and gone

10: How many followers do you have?

see above skjhfkjsdhf ive been here since 2014 so many dead blogs and bots follow me I think

11: How many people are you following?

see above as well

12: Have you ever made a shitpost?

remember when we called it nightposting? i remember when we called it nightposting. I have made funny haha posts and sometimes i throw whatever silly putty comes out of my brain into a post but idk if those count akjsdhfkjsdhf

13: How often do you use Tumblr each day?

I check intermittently! My friends are here and you post cool things

14: Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Nope! Confrontation terrifies me to my very core and I do not like to fight with people, I tend to just let stuff roll off my back or go “this isn’t my business” and move on

15: How do you feel about “You need to reblog this” posts?

Eh? I like to keep my blog very light since its one of my few places to get respite from the barrage of news and such, but if people want to share important real world things here that’s dope! I find the guilt tripping a bit squicky though I understand what people mean when they do it

16: Do you like tag games?

Yes! I love getting tot know all of you :] even tho tagging people terrifies me, I’m afraid I’m bugging people (even tho I am literally never bugged by being tagged)

17: Do you like ask games?

Yes!! See above

18: Which of your Tumblr mutuals do you think is famous?

housdhffhhhd idk I’m friends with a handful of fanartists on here that probably qualify

19: Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I do not really do crushes honestly asdkjfhasjkdfh Kip Overshares Hours but very rarely have I ever crushed on people in a legit “Im in love with them” way and not just a “wow they’re neat I just wanna be friends” way, and that first version tends to only show up after we’ve been friends for awhile, and even then its more just like my brain going “oh lol!! man that would be neat, we’ll see what unfolds” instead of butterflies in the stomach and planning dates and such. I like being single and I dig the Old Married Couple Vibes if I could just speedrun straight to that

20: Tags

not to be contradictory to my comment abt being terrified to tag people akjshdkf but i am a bit!!! but I will tag @plainrea and @thatfriendlyanon :]

[buckaroosboogara]

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess love u jess 🍍🍍💞💞 (And sorry for answering so late heheheh)

Why did you choose your URL?

I chose it because I love pineapple pizza and I love Hawaii and everything about the islands (I even made a presentation about Hawaii and O'ahu and Hawaiian culture for my English class last year. Yeah.)

How long have you been on tumblr?

Like 5-6 months?

Any side-blogs?

Nope, but I've been thinking about it.

Do you have a queue tag?

I wish.

Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because it's a picrew I made of myself!

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Because 911 on fox made a blog and announced it on Instagram/ Because I follow hundreds of ig pages that upload Tumblr posts and I wanted to see them with my eyes here. (I even have a tag for them)

Why did you choose your header?

I love the 118 your honor

How many people do you follow?

141 people

What's your post with the most notes?

A meme about Luca the movie which says "Fuck Alberto's father, all my homies hate Alberto's father"

Have you ever made a shitpost?

I think so.

How do you feel about 'you need to reblog this post'?

meh

How often do you use tumblr?

I don't really know (every day)

Did you have a fight/argument with a blog once? Who won?

I try to keep this place nice and friendly, so no

Do you like tag games?

Oh yeah babyy

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

@outrunningthedark @honestlydarkprincess and@christopherismybuddie

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

On all of them

Tagging: @aa-lionheart @bbuckleydiaz @your-favorite-flower-fairy @buckloveseddie @otiszvonecek and @twoonezero

[plumbheadsims]

Check In Tag ✔️

I saw this on my dashboard and wanted to answer

Why did you choose your URL? – my best friend calls me his little lamb head because i have curly hair, so when i was thinking about my url i just took the word “plumb” from plumbob and “head” from lamb head and tada…plumbhead

Any side blogs? – just my “personal” blog where i rb things i like and my cc finds blog

How long have you been on tumblr? – since January 2020

Do you have a queue tag? – no 🧍🏻‍♀️

Why did you start your blog in the first place? – i just wanted to show everyone my cute sims and that’s all…

Why did you choose your icon/pfp? – it’s summer and i wanted my oc to have a summer look

Why did you choose your header? – cause Luca 🛐

What’s your post with the most notes? – idk, i don’t really check the amount of notes i receive, maybe my afterglow skinblend post or my evermore skinblend post

How many mutuals do you have? – idk tbh

How many followers do you have? – 3,316 (thank you guys so so much, ily ❤️)

How many people do you follow? – 379 🧍🏻‍♀️

Have you ever made a shitpost? – everyday i think, i post whatever comes to my mind (for me shit post is posting random things)

How often do you use tumblr each day? – my screen time says i use tumblr 1 hour per week so idk, yesterday was 23 minutes

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won? – no, i’m a very unproblematic person tbh but i do stand up for what i think it’s the right thing to do so if i see anyone being racist, homophobic, transphobic, xenophobic, misogynistic, etc i won’t doubt to fight them (and also anyone who discredits Taylor Swift lol)

Do you like tag games? – i live for them

Do you like ask games? – ⬆️same

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? – everyone tbh, we all can feel famous if we want to

Do you have a crush on a mutual? – no, i do like a lot of people in simblr because they’re funny, kind, supportive, etc but not in any romantic way

[pvrkacciosan]

Part 4¦ Forgetful World

¦Previous Part

¦Creatures Within us masterlist

Taglist: @dreamiezpsycho (If you wish to be added just ask)

Tia tightens her arms, tucking her head against Yeosang's back. The wind screaming in her ears sending tandrils of her brown hair upwards into curls in the air.

Yeosang focused angling the bike as they drove down a long straight. Tia squealed from behind him when the bike jumped into a faster gear her stomach dropping, goosebumps firing up her arms and legs.

Tia's body flushed warm with adrenaline, heart pounding hard inside her chest. Her pulsing body was ecstatic from being on the bike, but there was something stronger present in her chest. Something far more pleasant.

It felt right, hugging into him, everything felt right, cheek pressed against his muscled back she could just close her eyes and stay here. Utter contempment swirled inside of her. If Tia could have her way she would just stay like this forever, she hadn't felt this complete since before her dad died.

Loneliness and fear had encased the days after his death, uncertain of what her future would be like without him, till this day that fear and loneliness followed her around, a dark gloomy cloud, but being pressed next to Yeosang was like heaven on earth, he was the embodiment of safety and happiness the likes of which she had been searching tirelessly to find.

The bike carried them all the way to the front of the Neo Club. The black double doors had two men stood at them, holding back the queue of people waiting to get inside.

A NEO CLUB sign was glowing in neon Green above the door, like an addictive drug drawing in all who looked to it.

Tia slipped off the back of Yeosang's bike, looking down at herself. She realised that she wasn't actually dressed properly for the atmosphere of a club. In her jeans and throw over top.

Yeosang pulled the keys from the bike, kicking it's stand down. Getting off the motorbike's curved seat he pocketed the keys, eyeing up the club's doors and its bouncers.

"It's really busy, we will be in a line for ages, why don't we just go someplace else?" Yeosang suggested, heavily hoping she would agree and leave with him.

Glaring at the doormen Yeosang's nostrils flared, he knew exactly what they were even if everyone stood in the line did not. There was no way he could ever miss the scent of vampire, the two straightened up whispering something to one another continuing to watch him with pointed, narrowed eyes.

Tia watched from his side, placing her hand on his tensed arm, frowning internally, shaking her head lightly she smiled, stomach fluttering when he looked back down at her. "I can get us in"

Yeosang didn't know what the look in her eye meant but he wasn't very fond of it when she started off in the direction of the two door men.

This was not good.

Racing after her, he tried to look as normal as possible while trying to stop her before she reached the doors. The two vamps squared out their shoulders watching the panic in Yeosang's posture, the bouncer on the left side of the door with blue hair smiled at the fast approaching female.

Yeosang was struck hard in the chest when Tia wrapped her arms around the blue headed vampire, did she know about them?

The idea of her not made Yeosang want to growl at the bouncer, demanding that he let her go at once. She seemed extremely comfortable embracing the blue haired muscled vamp.

Said vampire had locked eye contact with Yeosang, it made his skin crawl, he so badly wanted to punch this vampire in the face just for coming close to her, clenching his fist at his sides the Vamp on the other side of the door took a step in his direction only stopping when Tia pulled away from the blue head.

"Jeno, do you think we could get inside, my friend and I would like to have a couple of drinks" Tia pleaded her flatmates boyfriend.

Jeno glanced at Lucas who stood next to him with his arms folded over his chest, watching the werewolf stood behind blistfully oblivious Tia.

Lucas shrugged before looking back at Yeosang. "Please guys I've had a long week, its's dad's death anniversary this weekend"

Lucas sighed, Jeno smiled down at her nodding, if letting them both in was what took to keep her happy he would do so, he wouldn't want to face his mate's wrath later if Tia went home upset.

Yeosang's eye widened slighty when the two let them inside, Tia smiled back at him quickly before leading the way.

People stood outside complained aloud when the two vamps stepped aside to open the doors. Loud music flooded out from inside the club, green lights flooded the dance floor, filling and lighting up all aspects of the room. He followed inside, staying close to her.

Tia held her hand up, nodding to the two girls stood inside the door, they used a small needle to prick her finger, blood trickled forwards, the girl smiled a comforting gesture, collecting Tia's crimson blood into a small vile, twisting the cap onto it she handed a small peice of cotton to Tia. Yeosang watched as she placed the small vile of Tia's blood into a tray filled with other similar viles filled with the same thick liquid.

Tia thank her, stepping to the side to allow Yeosang his turn.

He froze, what the hell was this about, did Tia know what these things were, the two girls shared a quick glance. He didn't understand why they were so shocked if what he had heard about this club was true there was nothing wrong with him being here.

The Neo club, the club notorious for hosting customers of various.....species. Everything was heightened inside the club to better suit the creatures that came to enjoy their time here. The drinks were stonger, music louder, lights brighter.

How did Tia even know of this place, head running wild with possible answers Yeosang didn't so much as flinch when the needle pricked his finger tip.

Once his blood had been put into a small vile, one of the girls went to hand a small ball of cotton off to him but a hand intercepted hers. The taller bouncer from outside positioned himself between Yeosang and the girl.

He glared down at Yeosang his broad shoulders blocking his view, the two girls stood behind him groaning, "Lucas let the kid go, it's fine"

Kid?!?

Who was she to call him a child, as if sensing his hostility the vampire named Lucas puffed his chest out, angling his body to face off Yeosang.

The loud music blaring through the vibrant buzzing room obscured the sound emitting from deep within Lucas' chest. Yeosang only heard it when Lucas took a step towards him, his hightened hearing picking up on the rummbling sound.

The two of them were nearing toe-to-toe distance with the girl behind Lucas holding tight on his biscep. Nose twitching from the vamps repulsive scent Yeosang relaxed when Tia's sweet scent penerated through the mist.

She slipped her hand into his, the shock of it softened down the nerves sizzling inside him "Now, now Lucas" she tutted with her tongue against the inside of her teeth "we aren't looking for trouble tonight"

The taller male seemed to snap out of a haze when Tia spoke, the girl behind him smiled at Tia, tugging his arm until he reluctantly moved. The female that had hold of his arm, dragging him out the back until they were both out of view. Something was definelty off with that vampire.

"Sorry about that" Tia apologised "The boys don't like seeing me with other guys"

Frowning Yeosang followed her towards the crowds of people dancing, "How do you know them?" he couldn't help the question, he needed to know how involved she was with them so he knew how he could protect her.

"My flatmate's boyfriend was the bouncer with blue hair at the door, him and his family own the club, my friend and I come here often" Tia spoke, hand tugging his as she walked towards a bar, ordering the two of them drinks.

Tia threw hers back as soon as it was placed on the bar, Yeosang struggled to eradicate the flint and steel inside him, his chest blooming with an unfamiliar feeling, it appeared everytime his body was close to hers like right now sat on a stool, leg sat brushed up against hers, something sparked to life from that flint and steel.

Yeosang downed his drink, watching her form from the corner of his eye as she elegantly slipped her coverup from her shoulders, leaving her sat in a vest-top her shoulders barely covered by the thin straps holding the clothing up.

Jaw dropping open Yeosang knew he should look away but was further drawn in when she let her hair loose, it flowed down around her shoulders shaking her head the hair moved around the beams of green light glowing against the natural shine of her hair.

He concluded he had reached creeper stage of staring from the amount of time he had watched her but he couldn't bring himself to look away only when she made eye contact did he finally glance away cheeks burning from embarrassmnet of being caught.

Tia chuckled, she danced her fingers down his arm as she got up, the trail of her finger felt like it was burning away Yeosangs skin, in a pleasureful way that he welcomed.

She moved walking backwards away from him a bright smile on her lips, those lips, the ones which appeared perfect to him showcased all that she is and feels. Eye magnitised to his her stare burned into him

She was in the middle of it all, the club, the dance floor, his world. She didn't seem to have any problem with dancing by herself, raising her hands up above her arm, eyes closed as she jumped around and moved to the beat of the loud heart-pounding music.

Tia waved her arms around dramatically, signaling for Yeosang to get up and dance with her

So he did, pushing away from the bar with his hands he sauntered over to her, she hadn't stopped dancing by the time he made it over to her.

He kind of just stood awkwardly amongst the moving bodies until Tia gripped his hand, placing it on her hip.

Yeosang hadn't expected that from her but didn't removed his hand as she encouraged him to move with her.

Moving as one their heart pumping in rythmic time of the music Yeosang pulled her in closer to him by his grip on her hip, spinning her out once more with his hand holding hers.

Tia's skin was electified when he spun her, loose hair twirling outwards, being pulled towards him once more she hadn't anticipated that she was now stood with her back to him. Muscles in her back clenching from the unexpected contact with his solid chest.

They still move in time with the music, her arms came up above her head, his hands trailed the expanse of the smooth skin on the under side of her arm, Tia squirmed slightly resisting the urge to fold over from the tickling sensation tingling along her arm.

Yeosang smiled at her reaction, finding it highly amusing as she spun back on him and unamused smile of her face. He raised and eyebrow.

No matter how badly she wanted to wipe the smirk from his face she couldn't deny she enjoyed seeing it on him.

Holding his hand out for her she allowed him to pull her closer when she took it. The air between them thickened till it was difficult to breath, Tia continued to move next to him, hips swaying, arms moving to enhance her movements. She just wanted to enjoy everything in this moment, nothing changing him nor her, just to stay next to each other for as long as they could.

Yeosang's wolf begged him to be closer to her, to know more, to be more to her. His body relaxed next to hers, movements becoming fluid, moving in sync, like magnets forever draw together by an unseen force.

Tia's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, he enveloped her gesture with his own, encasing her by wrapping both his arms around her midsection, molding her perfectly to him. He wished for nothing more and nothing less then this moment for the rest of his life, forever side by side with her.

Her sky blue eyes met his moments before their lips connected. Shock didn't take over as he had expected it to, instead their lips and tongues moved and danced in sync as their bodies had minute before.

Tia burned, everything burned with pleaseure she had never felt before, happiness and safety ensnared her like his arms still wrapped around her waist.

She leaned back with him being pulled closer by her arm locking him into place against her. No boy she had been with before had ever made her feel like this, he made her feel things she never would have other wise dreamed of experincing, she never knew she could experience them. Everything she could ever feel, she felt when she was with him, everything was just right with him and she found herself unwilling to let go of the feelings he evoked.

Lips still connected her tongue fought for dominace over his, the line between the two of them started to merge none could tell where she started or where he ended, but they didn't mind they were together and were content, like two peices of a puzzle put back together, two halves coming together to become whole once more.

Pulling away Yeosang tighened his grip around her, leaning his head down into the crook of her neck, panting.

Tia's body was hot, euphoric to the point of losing the ability to breath, stand or see.

He was holding her up and it was her only support, he was her only support.

His finger brushed along her elbow and under arm, Tia could feel him breathing heavily into her neck her body reacted with waves of goosbumps.

A shiver ran down the expanse of her back, her stomach flip-flopped knees growing weaker by the second, she needed to sit down or she feared she way actually fall over, the last thing she needed to do was show how much he actually affected her.

Dragging her hands down from around his neck Yeosang pulled his head away from her neck to meet her gaze, "Can we go sit?" she asked leaned next to his ear so he could hear her over the blaring music.

He nodded. Now all Tia had to do was get to a booth without falling flat on her face, Yeosang led her through the crowd of dancing people and creatures towards an empty booth at the back of the room, it was secluded away from the busyness of the club and the bright green lights.

With his hand on her lower back Yeosang guided them both around people continuing to dance and moved around one another, she slide into the leathery booth seat, Tia simply nodded when Yeosang mentioned something about going to get them more drinks.

He made his way back through the crowd of people, apolgising as be bumped into a women who was stumbling over, she was not very stable on her feet clearly having more drinks then her friends who apologised and stabalised her enough to drag her back to their table.

He reached the bar not long after that, while ordering his drinks the vampire bartender scowled, clearly unhappy about a werewolf being in the club. It didn't strike Yeosang as odd, there were plenty of other creature inside the club but not alot of wolves, he guessed it was because of the mutual hatered the two species held for each other.

A very beautiful vampire female came gliding over, shoving the male vampire out of the way "Haechan stop acting up and do your job without the scowl you'll scare away the customers"

She leaned into the bar, inspecting her red painted nails with a fine look. "Sorry about him" she apopisged taking her eyes from her nails for a second to glance at Yeosang "Haven't seen you here before"

Yeosang shrugged "Not my usual type of setting"

"Clearly" she said, taking two drinks from the vampire she named Haechan and sliding them to him across the bar.

He took them, turning. He had nothing against the vampires, before his mother had died she had always tried to teach him that what happened in the war didn't determine the actions of those today. In other words not all vampires are the same as those in the war.

But his instinct had put him on edge while inside the club, though he doubted they would do anything that would risk them being exposed infront of the humans present inside the club. Leaving them to the mercy of The Order

His eye followed back to the booth where he had left Tia, his stomach dropped when he spotted a man, a vampire, sat next to a very uncomfortable looking Tia.

Gripping the drinks, he forced himself not to shatter the glass with his bare hands. The vamp was leaning towards her as she drawed back, when Yeosang got closer his lip curled into a sneer when he heard the hoarse tone of the vamp's voice.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing sitting alone in a place like this?" the vampire purred, raising a hand to twirl his finger around a loose strand of Tia's hair, she flinced back but moved his hand away smiling awkwardly "I'm not alone, I-eh here with a friend"

Listening in Yeosang could hear the vampire's heart rate jumped. His body was reacting to the vamp being to close to her and he was rushing towards them.

"Oh come on -" "She not interested, so take the hint" Yeosang interjected from behind the two.

The vamp stood when Yeosang spoke, he scowled at Yeosang but didn't move. The vampire licked his lip, eye glancing towards Tia sat in the booth.

Yeosant took a step forward, biting back the growl infront of Tia but he purposily let his eye glow yellow, connecting eye contact with the vamp as a warning "I suggest you walk away, right now"

The wolf inside him was rearing to be set free, to kick this guy arse for even coming close to her. The vampire grumbbled looking at Tia once more before turning and walking away.

Yeosang placed the glasses onto the table, slipping into the booth chair across from her "He didn't do anything to you did he?"

She shook her head, no. He was still willing to go and beat him up, but her answer did settle a little bit of the rage inside him.

She picked up her glass "With the way some people are it makes me question why I actually want to help them" she took a quick swig from her drink, placing it back down.

Fasination of knowing more drew him in, he ignored his beverage as he leaned closer "Why did you become a nurse?"

A slight saddened look flashes over her face and for a second Yeosang regretted asking the question, sensing he had struck a nerve. "You don't have to -"

"No, it's fine" she paused "I became a nurse after my father died, he was sick you see and there was nothing to be done but the nurses who looked after him made everything so much easier for the both of us and I just wanted to be that for someone else"

Yeosang wanted to ask about her mother but thought better of it when she wiped away a tear rolling down her cheek. Reaching over the table he gripped her hand. She queezed it, taking in a shakey breath.

"I know how you feel" Yeosang said nodding, she looked up eyebrows knotting together "I've lost of my parents too"

Her face relaxed, "I'm so sorry, how did they...?" she picked her drink up once more, taking a bigger drink than last time.

"I was attacked and they died protecting me"

He couldn't actually tell her the truth, he just decided to leave out some minor details like the fact those who attacked him were hunters armed with crossbows and guns. More tears seemed to stream from her eyes, he also didn't intend to make her cry more.

Climbing out from his side of the booth, he slide in next to her, he pulled Tia into his chest as she continued to cry, hugging her in tight he was able to abandone all the pain he felt about his parent just to show her comfort.

Tia hadn't know what came over her, she had always been told she was an empathetic person, but she didn't know if it was the memories of her fathers death that was making her cry or the realisation that she was not alone, someone else also knew her pain.

Being tucked against Yeosang once more helped her with eradicating her emotion which had her crying, there was somthing about him and his presense that made her feel different, she didn't know what it was but she was taking in as much of it as she could cradled against his chest.

He unhinged his arms from around her when she pulled back, wiping a tear away for her with the pad of his thumb, Tia cleared hear throat, "I'm just going to go to the bathroom and clean up"

He didn't stop her, slipping out to allow her to move. Tia stepped away, trying to dry her cheeks with her hands, walking towards the small corridor that led down to the bathrooms. She was almost to the door when she felt someone grab her and slam her up against the wall, the guy held her arms still as she tried to push him off of her he leaned in close his eyes glowed blood red, panic hit her hard as she tried to yell out for help, his hand came up to keep her mouth shut. He smiled at her before he leaned down next to her neck, his hand muffled the scream that left her lips when something painfully peirced the skin of her neck.

Yeosang watched her figure move around the room weaving around people till she slipped out of sight.

Pulling his phone from his pocket he saw a notification for a message from Suki,

Are you okay? do you know if you're coming home tonight, will you text me back to let me know

He unlocked the phone to send her a message back, He was amused by the message, if they had still be arguing he doubted she would have messaged him at all, her pride would have got in the way. He was in the middle of typing out a reply when his fingers froze.

Something didn't feel right, it was like a sense of de ja vu someone may get or the feeling you get when you think someone was watching you, it made the hair on his nape stand and goosbumps to erupt down his spine.

Putting the phone down his eyes scanned the club, the green lights bounced off the bodies dancing around the room. Multiple creatures lurked around the outsides of the room, watching the humans as they got drunk and had a good time, some even joined in dancing.

The music obscured his hearing so trying to listen out for eratic heart beats was out of the question, ever second that passed made his skin crawl.

Something was definetly wrong.

Eye flitting to the vampire's sat working behind the bar clearly didn't seem to sense anything as they continued with filling and sorting out drinks. He stopped breathing when his gaze travelled to the wall Tia had dissapeared behind, the eery feeling grew.

Stepping away from the booth, leaving their drinks unattended Yeosang jogged down a couple carpeted steps, already pent up anger began to build as people bumped into him, knocking him squiff.

Grabbing the arms of one guy who blocked his path he roughly threw him out the way, having the need to check on Tia, nothing was going to get in his way.

The guy yelled in protest and went to swing at Yeosang, he grabbed the guy wrist, stone faced Yeosang scowled. The man's face paled shaking his hand from Yeosangs grip, clutching his wrist to his chest he walked away.

Refocusing on looking for Tia Yeosang navigated his way through the dancing people towards the wall she had vanished behind.

The hallway was darker, no neon green beam lights were attached to these wall, instead dull soft yellow lights lined the ceiling, providing better sight for the eyes.

Not that it mattered of course, with his enhanced sight he still would have been able to see the sight infront of him if he was plunged into utter darkness.

Yeosang exploded.

In a desplay of pure rage and fury he flew towards the vamp pinning Tia against the wall. It didn't matter if their position was consented Yeosang did not like it, potectiveness curled inside of him.

Gaining on their postion the scent filling the air made Yeosang become clear that this was the same vampire that had come up to hit on Tia eariler.

A growl tore from within him when he grabbed the vampire by the scruff of the neck, yanking his head back till his fangs retracted from Tia's neck.

Throwing the vamp against the wall he grabbed hold of Tia's form as she fell limp, passed out. Blood trickled from puncture marks on her neck Yeosang wanted to stop the bleeding but was stopped when the vamp jumped back to his feet.

The vamp scrammbled up, attemtping to run down the hallway towards the crowd of people knowing full well creatures were not allowed to expose themselves infront of huge groups of people.

Yeosang would be damned if we was going to let this guy get away, laying Tia down reluctantly he threw himself along the floor grabbing hold of the other male's ankle.

The vamp fell flat onto his front with a 'Thump' sound. Yeosang climbed up, crouching down at the vamps head, The vamp laughed, blood stil trickling down his chin.

Tia's blood ran down his chin, it sickened Yeosang to think of so, realing his balled fist back he brought it down on the vamps face, the guys cheek cracking in from the impact.

Going to do it again Yeosang growled when someone wrapped their arms around his, restricting him from inflicting further damage of the vampire's ugly face.

Two others grabbed hold of the vampire on the floor. Spinning Yeosang almost passed out from the smell of vampire that surrounded him, he was completly surrounded by vampires. The ones that owned the club but vampires none the less, the two holding him kept their grips tight as Yeosang struggled in their arms to get free.

His desperation to beat the vampire up vanished when he was moved from sight. Blood still boiling Yeosang managed to shrugged of the arms of the two holding him.

Tia.

She still lay passed out on the floor where Yeosang had left her, two male vampires and a female vampire were now next to her.

"Get off her!" Yeosang bellowed, he wanted to punch them as well when they stopped him once more.

The vice like grips on his arms, chains holding him down in a prison, stopped him from reaching out to her the blue headed vampire from before standing in his way, Tia behind him.

He should be glad, he knew she was safe, but he was not comfortable with her being around vampires, the only ones he would ever truly trust her around was his family, it was a pity they were not here right now. His siblings were always up for a challeging training session.

"Let him go"

Everyone froze into silence the only noise coming from the music in the main room down the hall.

Heels clicked down the hall in their direction, Yeosang watched a female walk into the dim lighting.

The female vamp from the bar smiled at him, "Let him take her", eyes red she kept intense eye contact with him.

"Trinity have you gone mad?" the blue haired vampire, Jeno exclaimed

She smiled looking down at her feet as she took a step closing to them all, calmly she asked "did I stutter?" lifting an eyebrow she waited for an answer gaze dancing to each of her brothers.

Jeno sighed, stepping out of the way when Mark and Jaemin released Yeosang. Both glaring daggers at him.

He fell forward at first, dropping next to Tia.

Hand cupping her cheek his eyes must have glowed when he looked to the puncture marks once more, fire burned in his stomach. He swore if he ever got his hands on that vampires again, the vamp would have wished he had just died tonight as what Yeosang would have done to him tonight would be nothing compared to what he will do to him in the future.

Hooking an arm under her knees and one behind her back Yeosang lifted her limp body off the club floor, he didn't get the rush he had before when he held her instead panic struck him, like lightening striking him.

Her body limp against him made him feel empty, a sick empty. The wolf inside pacing back and forth.

Yeosang would be forever grateful for those in the right state of mind to move out his way as he ran out the club with her in his arms, rushing towards his bike.

To himself he vowed he would not allowed her to die, he was going to take her to the only safe place he knew of.

Kissing her forhead he tucked her against his chest infront of him on the bike, "Hold on for just a little while longer, Love"

¦Next Part

[yuta-nakamots]

Tag Game: The Interview

Tagged by: @odentist​

Tagging: @mxrcayong​ @badwithten​ @fruityutas​ @moondustaeil​ @bumblebeenct​

n. 1 | Why did you chose your URL?

back in 2018 I fell so hard for Lucas and I had finally decided to rebrand from and EXO blog to an NCT blog. I originally wanted ‘lucas-wong’ or ‘lucas-wongz’, the latter saying like “I belong to Lucas” but since that was taken I went with the next best thing, lucas-wongs 

n. 2 | Any side blogs? If you have them, name them and why you have them?

@na-yuurei​ is my fic rec blog where I share things that I have read and really enjoyed

n. 3 | How long have you been on Tumblr?

this account has existed since December of 2015 but I started writing in June of 2020

n. 4 | Do you have a queue tag?

no

n. 5 | Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I heard that fan accounts would post photos on here and it was in higher quality than if I were to download pics from instagram. I wanted those HD pictures of EXO and shinee lmao 

n. 6 | Why did you choose your icon / pfp?

I really enjoyed that particular Yuta vlive and thought he was really cute when he was playing with his hair and making it stand up. I didn’t want to use just a regular picture of him but I didn’t want to use an upright meme so I went with this one since it seems to be right in the middle 

n. 7 | Why did you chose your header?

I love Taemin and miss him so dearly. I am also a dancer and have spent a lot of my career in contemporary so seeing Taemin try it out felt like my two worlds of dance and kpop had bridged together through this performance of his

n. 8 | What's your post with the most notes?

Playing Games written for Yuta. it’s my one hit wonder piece. if you found me through a fic, it was probably that one lmao. sorry I can’t harness enough creative willpower to create another one of that level 

n. 9 | How many mutuals do you have?

too many to list

n. 10 | How many followers do you have?

1.2k+ 

n. 11 | How many people do you follow?

141

n. 12 | Have you ever made a shit post?

my whole blog is me shit posting about kpop 

n. 13 | How often do you use tumblr each day?

maybe like 10 mins at least lmao. I usually just come on to check my notifs or do admin stuff for a few minutes throughout the day. some days take more time than others if I'm queueing posts or other things like that

n. 14 | Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

no, I fight with anons tho lmao. this is my blog so I always win here 

n. 15 | How do you feel about “you need to compare this” posts?

what is that

n. 16 | Do you like tag games?

yes bc it lets me know that the person who tags me thought of me and is comfortable enough to send me a notif

n. 17 | Do you like ask games?

yes bc I never get asks and I'm an attention whore 

no. 18 | Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

@loviejaehyun​, @alreadyblondenow​, and @jenonctcity​ (even tho she’s inactive now, I still couldn’t believe it when she followed me and said she liked my writing. I was legitimately over the moon)

n. 19 | Do you have a crush on a mutual?

definitely @dejvns​ and @byunbaekby​

[intersexprophet]

Thanks @tcuya for the tag!

-Why did you choose your URL?

I have a few in rotation. Mostly Twice and Dabi ones. Most of them were given to me by luca <3 <3 <3

-Any side blogs?

The @ao3feed-dabitwice is mine. I also have a nsfw blog on private that i uh. Save things on.

-How long have you been on Tumblr?

Like, 13-14. So late middle school. I delete and restart every couple of years, so this blog is just over a year old. (rip to my old followers who saw me disappear without warning </3)

-Do you have a queue tag?

I don't remember lmao

-Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I have no idea how I discovered tumblr tbh. This latest one, I jumped into naruto + a lot of people I was following started arguing bc someone popular did something, and I said fuck it why not.

-Why did you choose your icon?

Dabi and i are the same person obv

- Why did you choose your header?

I do not have one but if I did it'd probably be abt twice

-What's your post with the most notes?

Ugh. The ninken shitpost. Usually I get 1 note per day, which isn't a lot but it's still annoying to see it every damn day lol, but now that I think about it I haven't seen one...... I wonder if I turned notifications off for that post lol.

-How many followers do you have?

278 :3c hello people

-How many people do you follow?

110

-Have you ever made a shitpost?

Yeah lmao

-How often do you use Tumblr?

Multiple times a day lol

-Did you have a fight/argument with a blog once?

It's pretty much a requirement as a fan of evil people lmao.

-How do you feel about you need to reblog this posts?

Stupid as fuck. Touch grass. Feel the rain on your skin. Idk but stop demanding I reblog a post with info that 99% of my followers probably already know.

-Do you like tag games? Do you like ask games?

Sure!

-Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

What's considered tumblr famous? There's a couple I think

-Do you have a crush on a mutual?

wink wink hello if you're reading this

Tagging:

@miu-miu369 @snacksized-sephiroth @tartaglja @blueions @kawakiuzumaki