#make sure he gets at least 30 mins of sun each day

[l-bubee-l]

Hello, I'm the person who gave you the Poseidon plush,,

So I give you Hades

As for Zeus,,,

No idea where he is,,,

(Your welcome by the way :})

Aww he's sitting ever so properly! Very demure, very mindfu—💥💥💥

But fr tho, THEY LOOKIN VERY GOOD! I really like how soft and cuddly they look! I especially love how cute Hades' lil skull helmet thing looks like ughh I want to bounce him like a basketball (gently).

As for the other one, good job containing him. Now make sure he never sees the light of day ever again.

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[swinterr]

fic rec vi ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez )  if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

nct 

jeno

no title by @tyongf-nct | s

- smut blurb.

body guards and boyfriend by @pastelsicheng | f

-  sometimes the only way you can really get some alone time with your boyfriend is by making his job hard.

lipstick smears by @kopikokun | f

-  jeno never thought trying to get his makeup artist’s attention would be this hard.

jaehyun

[10:30] by @moonttaeil | 

- a lockdown moment.

[2:40] by @nct-jungjaehyun | f a

- cute quality fluff time with bf!jae with a dash of angst.

[11:41] by @jeongvision | f 

- family time with apples.

just like magic by @starryhyuck | f s

-  jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.

love to hate me by @moonctzeny | s a 

-  you and jaehyun meet as sm trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you decided to leave the company and pursue a solo career. when you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other.

moving on by @ddeonghwaa | f a

- reader has been chasing jae for some time but when she moved on jae suddenly enter the picture.

sun&moon by @ppangjae | f a

-  asking jeong jaehyun to accompany you to your family’s 1-week christmas vacation as your boyfriend has its consequences. one can surely get through 1 week of pretending to be in love with an enemy, right?

snack run with a snack by @kopikokun | f 

-  on your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. you’re a little peeved, but at least jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

lover boy by @neoct-zen | f s

- bunch fics of lover boy jae and reader.

jungwoo

one more time, please by @haequarius | f s

-  you don’t know what you and Jungwoo are, but you are certainly weak for him.

jealous by @whiplashsan | s 

-  jungwoo is all smiles and sunshine until he gets jealous, and he just so happens to get jealous over the smallest things when it comes to you.

doyoung

sugar, spice and everything not nice by @alreadyblondenow | s

-  doyoung getting your ring size wrong, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, slight fingering, wedding tragedies.

no title by @ncteaxhoe | s

- dom!doyoung, rough? i need holy water.

the little one by @ethaeriyeol | f 

-  a gift of life; female reader x husband!Doyoung; fluff, light angst, married au

lucas

exquisite taste by @weishenkonbini | s f

- smut but with a fluffy ending.

for you always by @labyrinthsofyou | f

-  in which you surprise yukhei when he forgets about your date.

6:19 by @cozykpopblurbs | f

- a cute fluff ft kun and winwin.

10:18 pm by @nctsoftarchives | f

- reader supports lucas at his superm debut stage. 

16:47 by @sichengssmile | f s 

- a fluffy smut. lucas a big boi.

missed you by @tokyobts | a f

-  after you and yukhei broke up, yukhei still has feelings for you. he reaches out to you at school and tries to get you back. at first you avoid him but later his actions manage to make your heart flutter. you’ve come to a sudden conclusion that you maybe still want him in your life.

johnny

34 + 35 by @domjaehyun | s 

- you and your husband johnny decide to take your marriage to the next step.

i couldn’t wait a little longer by @alreadyblondenow | s f a

-  you two were never together longer than two days, but the feelings, oh the feelings that you have for each other is clear as the day. it was a never-ending try of making the relationship official. johnny tried, you tried but it never happens.

what happens in korea, not stays in korea by @alreadyblondenow | f s 

-  a week vacation in korea for your sister’s wedding became even more exciting when a famous dj had a crush on you. johnny was sure that it’s love at first sight. not putting both of your careers on the line, you two had no regrets when the time comes and you finally leave.

laundry day by @immabiteyou | s

- a domestic fluffy smut.

make a wish by @sluttyten | s f a

-  you’re jungwoo’s sister, and he’s made it clear he wants you and Johnny to have nothing to do with each other. so you and johnny start fake dating to piss him off.

want it all by @sluttyten | f s 

-  you are entirely innocent to the point of being naive. johnny is not innocent, but he loves that you are because it means he can teach you everything you don’t know.

sungchan

wish i was her by @softsungchan | f a 

-  you wished you were her, laying in Sungchan’s arms and feeling his warm breath on your neck, giggling about sweet nothings whispered into the starry night. You wished for it to be you, the girl he liked.

2:21 am by @the32ndbeat | f 

- sungchan being whipped, thru a text message.

haechan

14:52 by @ukiyoexo | f

- a cute haechan and reader ft the reader’s baby sister moment.

prince’s order by @nsheetee | f

-  prince haechan nurses you after you faint, and orders you to stay with him until you feel better.

sweet treat by @markresonates | s

-  haechan takes you for ice cream but all you can think about is sex with him.  when you act like a brat, eventually you end up in the bathroom. with no panties. 

clingy by @love-mi | f 

-  I’m not clingy! I just love your company and constantly want to be around you and have your full attention at all times

mark

hyuck is always right by @luvrenjun00 | f 

- ceo!mark x reader ft baby donghyuck. a tooth-rotting fluff.

taeyong

snow storm by @whereisten | f s 

- a fluffy smut whilst a snow storm.

1:59 by @smoll-tangerine | f

- reader and taeyong ft my favorite game (where i always die first) among us!

bts

taehyung

is this allowed 1 2 by @seokiie  | f s

- how were you supposed to know bts would be filming at your coffee shop today? how were you supposed to know a certain curly-haired boy would take a liking  to you?

cabin pressure | f by @jiminrings | f 

-  pilot!y/n who accidentally became famous bc of a viral post about her, best friend!jimin!, taehyung having a shy lil crush on you aND ot7 being meanies for a tad bit :((

art major!tae and biochem major!yn | f by @jiminrings | f

-  tae’s cold and probably needs a friend more than he needs a model, y/n feels this nEED to take care of him, a term of enderment then a dash of emotional constipation and a sprinkle of jealousy :D

gank mid lane by @kimtaehyunq | f s 

- gank / verb: (in a video game) use underhand means to defeat or kill (a less experienced opponent)

birthday surprise by @ephemeralkookie |

-  like every year, you prepare a little surprise for your boyfriend’s birthday, one that you’ve been preparing for days. and after a very tiring day, taehyung only wants to spend the night in your loving arms.

jungkook

cookies & cream | s by @1kook | f s 

-  jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (and maybe having his dick sucked.)

unholy night | s by @ephemeralkookie | f s

-  after a christmas day passed with the Jeon’s family, Jungkook decides to transform the holy night into an unholy one.

‘a short’ abstinence | s a by @seokiie | s a

-  maybe blue-balling you boyfriend (who has an insanely high sexual drive) wasn’t the best.

in which she’s done with him by @minstrivia | a

-  jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone.

bad influence by @noteguk | s 

-  in which you know jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

jock!jk and shy art major!yn by @jiminrings | f

-  established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

special affair by @1oserjk | f

-  sugar daddy au except it’s just jk spoiling u thru animal crossing

fairy of shampoo by @ironicarmy | f s

-  sundays are for relaxation, house cleaning, and happiness.

abstract ft bob ross by @mimithings97 | f

-  paintbrush in one hand, joint in the other and you sitting on his dick is what jeongguk wants. and what jeongguk wants, jeongguk gets.

badboy!jungkook by @jungshookz | f 

- badboy!jungkook falls for good girl reader ft the boys and the reader’s apple. 

growing by @lesgetittkookie | f

- dad!jungkook teacher his daughter how to walk. super super cute family/domestic fluff.

quiet, baby by @bratkook | s 

- i don’t how to write a summary on smuts so imma just put this. reader and jungkook doing something in the subway.

still want that by @whatifyoulivelikethat | s

-  fucking min yoongi ex-girlfriend? a terrible idea. being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? an even worse idea. knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing? part 2 of savage love.

desiderium by @jeonggukingdom | f s 

-  “we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”. a newlyweds!au smut.

chapstick by @softyoongiionly | f s

- based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. or jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you. 

lover boy by @jingukk | f 

-  jungkook likes you. a lot.

unexpected confession by @sunkissedjk | f

-  you gathered up the courage to confess your feelings, but it seems everyone in school knows about it before you could even find him.

string attached by @ephemeralkookie | s

-  jungkook is what we can call your sexfriend. No strings attached, just you and him having fun and releasing the huge pressure and stress of being idols. But after spending an entire day together, you realize that maybe he’s not just your sexfriend.

no title by @himbojk | f s 

- dilf jk.

astro

eunwoo

ceo!eunwoo by @m0onbean

no title by @yutopiada | f

- a cute idol!reader and eunwoo moment at a music show.

disney by @bangchan-sonyeondan | f

- a cute date with eunwoo at disney. reader likes vintage things hence using a disposable camera.

baby, it’s cold outside by @fresh-outta-jams | f 

- a cute cold christmas fluff with eunwoo ft. the boys. reader went to the boys’ place for a sweater and cocoa gift exchange.

got7

yugyeom

cruel brothers by @imsarabum | f

-  jackson and jaebum have always acted as if they were your big, overprotective brothers. so when they both walk in on you and yugyeom in a very intimate position, things get a little tense!

txt

soobin

a special night by @gyuluster | f

-  an intimate insight on the first night of choi soobin’s wedding, consisting of kitchen floors, witches and an eternity of love.

boughs & branches by @jeogiyall | f 

-  decorating the tree with boyfriend! choi soobin from txt! fluffity fluff fluff with a lot of cute fluff thrown in and a dash of christmastime fluff. 

sleepy binnie by @immabiteyou | s

-  “i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now. “ a sleepy soobin smut.

cake by @immabiteyou | s

- reading waiting for mc soobin with the guys. a cute fluffy smut moment.

kpop oc/s

seri by @ggukkiedae

anyway, thank you again for the writers please take care and be safe!

please free to recommend your favorite fic that i haven’t feature yet.

if the links won’t work and i labelled some fics wrong please let me know and i’ll try to fix it as soon as possible!

support the fic and the writers!

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questions & answers about your oc!

i was tagged by the lovely @wa-royal-tea! i’m super late to this, but it was sm fun to do and a really good character writing exercise !! i’m tagging @nexility-sims, @thestenhams, and @evandroyals for this oc questions & answers tag game 💗

q&a is under the cut!!

1) What is your favorite sport?

Soccer! Or football, depending on where you’re from, I guess.

2) What is your favorite color?

Sage green. Everything in my bedroom is sage green! But I also like medium blue, like a Pantone dresden blue. Is that too specific?

3) What is your favorite movie?

That’s an easy one. Halloweentown, for sure.

4) Taken? Single?

Are you allowed to ask that? You are? Umm... next question, please.

5) What would be your perfect day?

Having my mama be home, since she’s always busy. She’d cook us all her Simyeon scallion pancakes for breakfast, and I’d play with my little brother, Rhys. If my papa’s not busy, we’d go down to the beach and play soccer for hours.

6) Are you a night owl or an early bird!

I’m an early bird. Usually, I’m the first to wake up in the morning.

7) Do you think you’re smart?

That’s a trick question, right? I guess I’m smart? I get better grades than my twin sister.

8) How do you like to be comforted when you’re sad?

I don’t like being alone when I’m sad. I want someone to distract me with macarons and mochi and make me laugh.

9) Where do you want to be in 5 years time?

In five years, I’ll be like 25 years old? And by then, I’ll have graduated university and started preparing to work as a full-time royal. I’d like to play soccer professionally but— uh, never mind. Where I want to be and where I’m going to be are different.

12) Do you have any regrets?

No, not yet! I hope I won’t have any.

13) Who are/is your best friends?

My twin sister, Lina, is my best friend. I feel like we understand each other better than other people do? But I’m also really close with my friends I met at boarding school. Ren, Arthur, Nora, and Penny! I love them. 

14) What was your dream last night?

Last night, I dreamed I fell into a puddle and was transported into this alternate reality. The sky was purple and there were monsters everywhere! I usually have really wild dreams... though they’re mostly nightmares.

15) Who in your family are you closest to?

Lina, obviously! I’m also really close with my papa.

16) What is the one thing people don’t know about you?

I have asthma. I try to control it as much as possible— and always take my medication— so that when I’m playing soccer or working out I won’t have an asthma attack.

17) Best present ever given to you?

When I was 12 years old, I went through an embarrassing photography phase. Mama bought me a brand new DSLR for Winterfest! I think it’s a Rikon, or something. I’m starting to get back into taking pictures of special moments and the people I love.

18) What is your favorite food?

Anything my mama makes. But my favorite would have to be her homemade dumplings. And we always have it with this secret sauce she makes. It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I could cry thinking about it.

19) Earliest childhood memory?

I was like three years old, and I remember watching my papa look out the window. It was snowing. I think he hates the snow.

20) Do you have a crush?

I... do, but it’s none of your business.

21) If you could live in a different period, which one would it be?

I’d rather live in this time period. We have technology, cars, cellphones, and a modern understanding of hygiene. That’s good enough for me.

22) Any nicknames?

A lot of people call me Clem.

23) Introvert or Extrovert?

I love talking to people and making new friends, so that makes me an extrovert.

24) Favorite book?

Pachinko by Min Jin Lee. A close second is These Violent Delights by Chloe Gong.

25) Hobby?

Aside from soccer and anything athletic, I like photography, painting even though I’m really bad at it, reading, and journaling— you know, with the cute calligraphy pens and stuff.

26) Beach or pool?

Beach. There’s nothing better than laying out at the beach and feeling the sun on your skin.

27) First kiss?

Seriously?

28) Favorite subject

Anything science-related. History, too!

29) Age

I’m 19! I turn 20 years old next month.

30) Full name

Clementine Beauchamp.

31) Pets?

I don’t have any.

33) Favorite song?

I can’t choose! Right now, my favorite song is Step On Up by Ariana Grande.

34) Where do you live?

At my parents’ house?

35) What/who do you miss?

I miss my... close friend, Ren.

36) Which school(s) do/did you go to?

I’m a freshman at Foxbury Institute.

38) Tattoo?

Uh, no. Those hurt.

39) Done anything illegal?

Huh? Illegal? Nope.

40) Fav TV show?

Girl from Nowhere. I love it, even though it’s kind of dark?

41) Do you know any celebrities?

Mama knows celebrities and movie stars, so I’ve met a bunch of them and their kids at her parties. I guess that counts?

42) Dreams/wishes?

I want to be happy. 

43) Are you very competitive?

Uh, yes.

45) Greatest accomplishment?

Getting a full-ride soccer scholarship to Foxbury Institute. I hope I’ll become captain of the women’s soccer team by junior year!

46) If you were stuck on a desert island, who would you be stuck with?

My papa. Since he was in the military for a long time, he knows how to survive in all kinds of places. 

47) Zodiac sign

I’m an Aquarius sun, Taurus moon, and Aries rising!

48) Where were you born?

At a hospital in Newbury?

49) Sexuality?

I don’t know. Pan?

50) What color are your eyes?

Dark brown.

51) What color is your hair?

... Dark brown.

52) Do you want/ have kids?

I’d love to have children when I’m settled down and comfortable. Two, maybe. A boy and a girl.

53) When is your birthday?

January 21st!

54) Current mood?

I’m fine.

55) Do you send goodnight or good morning texts to people?

Yup! If I’m too busy to text my family and friends during the day, I like to at least message them in the morning or night.

57) How long do you sleep for?

8 hours. From around 10pm to 6am.

58) How long does it take you to get up in the morning?

As soon as I’m awake, I’m ready to go.

59) How long does it take you to get ready?

Including a shower, getting dressed, and all that stuff? I’d say like 20 minutes.

60) Meyer Briggs personality type?

ENFJ.

[lululawrence]

Wordplay 5.0 Reflections

I dunno what else to call it lmao it doesn't sound right to call this a meme, but whatever it is, here we are! lol @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed came up with these questions after @wordplayfics wrapped up last year and I love them so i'm gonna use them for this year as well.

I'm going to start out with listing the prompts and linking the fics i wrote for each one for everyone's reference, though I'll be linking them again through the answers as well. I'm also putting all the questions and answers beneath a read more because, as usual, I rambled lmao Alright! Here we go!

Struggle: I Said It Wrong, But I Meant It Right Reduce: I Love This Feeling (But I Hate This Part) Divide: He Carries The Key Rise: Thou, Sun, Art Half As Happy Sketch: I Heard You Talking

How did you come up with your ideas for the fics? Can you take us through your process after first receiving the prompt?

I don't know that I have a set way I come up with my fic ideas for Wordplay. It all depends on the prompt and what fic ideas I've got on my "to write list" that might fit that prompt. If nothing on my to write list fits or can be tweaked for a prompt, then I just go through my prompts tag until something strikes me for it, or I just ruminate on the different ways the word can be used and see if something comes up.

So, when I did the random word generator for the first prompt and "struggle" was the word that came up, I immediately thought of "struggle bus". lolllll and when I went looking through my to write list, I saw the girl Payneshaw fic I wanted to write and I was like omgggggg Nick ABSOLUTELY is riding the struggle bus the ENTIRE FUCKING TIME and I knew that was my fic for the week. lmaoooo and there you have it.

What is your favorite fic you wrote for Wordplay this year?

oooohhhh this one is HARD AND MEAN lmaoooo i forgot this was a question asked. okay legitimately i cannot choose a favorite because i'm actually stupidly proud and happy with all of the fics i wrote this year.

If you’ve participated in previous years of Wordplay, what has been your favorite prompt from all years you participated in?

WELP. as the creator of this challenge, i've participated in all 5 years which means there've been 25 prompts i've written. lolllll and honestly i think my favorite prompt is STILL from the first year. it was "bloodsucker". like, how great of a prompt is that???

What was the shortest fic you wrote this year? The longest?

the shortest one this year was... I Said It Wrong, But I Meant It Right at 4381 words.

the longest one was... I Heard You Talking at 10580 words.

What fic of yours surprised you?

i think all of them surprised me in some way. that's part of the joy of writing fics, isn't it? lollll but i think the one that surprised me the most was Thou, Sun, Art Half As Happy. it was a last minute change (i'll elaborate in the answer to the next question haha) and it was a VERY different direction than i had planned. it was all based off of a photo i saw on tumblr, and there was no prompt with the photo. i got to just take in the basic idea of the sticker being placed on a bridge overlooking the city and what might make that spot a good kissing spot.

now, as an ace who doesn't actually ENJOY kissing, i... didn't think about the fact that i would be writing a lot of it. lollll i actually have a super hard time writing kisses and trying to make them varied while also relaying the emotional intimacy of the moment, and then add on top of that the fact that once i started writing the fic, both harry and louis let me know pretty much as soon as words started getting written that they were both genderqueer and that worked differently for each of them, so harry would use they/them pronouns and louis would use he/him still, it just made things more interesting. and the way the fic developed??? like, i had a very vague idea of what would happen in the fic. so the way it actually came about all surprised me.

long answer short, from the very start, this fic surprised me and i was just along for the ride. it was a BLAST and i sure do love it, even if it does have the second lowest hits of all the fics i wrote this year haha

Were there any prompts you struggled to find an idea for?

STRUGGLED HAHAHA sorry. just funny since struggle was a prompt this year. ANYWAY. the prompt i had the hardest time with was defo rise. i've had this fic idea ever since greg james tweeted with shawn mendes months ago about how shawn basically forgot his interview with greg on the breakfast show, so greg had to last minute wing a LOT OF AIR TIME AND SHOW CONTENT and he did a great job, but it brought about some funny content... anyway. that made me wanna write a triad a/b/o fic where greg is louis and harry's beta. rise was going to be used in a lot of different ways through the fic, as well. because breakfast show requires greg to rise from bed early, he gets a rise out of harry and louis with his behavior and overt flirtations with shawn, they have to rise above their jealousy, etc etc etc. i was VERY EXCITED.

except i only had three days i was able to write every week this summer, and those were really really difficult to get. if i wanted to write on tuesday or thursday, i was often curling up with my laptop in a dark room with some caffeine and candles burning to soothe me after the insanity that is my life atm, and write for as long as i could before my brain stopped functioning, which was often only around 30 min. but see, that particularly week was the worst part of my son's 18 month sleep regression, which meant instead of him sleeping and letting me write, i was driving him around or trying to rock him back to sleep or letting him play in an attempt to tire him out etc etc etc and by friday morning i had to admit to myself there was no way i could write that a/b/o fic in my one guaranteed evening to write every week (saturday, btw). so i was suddenly left with around 36 hours to find a new fic idea and develop it enough to be able to write it in one evening.

as i said in the answer to the first question, i usually go to my prompts tag to see what might inspire me with this prompt word in mind, but for this one that wasn't the first place i went. i tried looking at more definitions even though i'd done that earlier and nothing was inspiring me. so i then spoke to several friends and was still having a hard time finding any ideas that felt like something i would enjoy writing and could do so quickly.

by saturday morning, knowing i had less than 12 hours to figure out what i was writing so i could actually WRITE IT in only like 2-3 hours of writing time, i finally sat down and scrolled through my prompts tag. once i did, i saw the photo for the "good kissing spot", and i immediately thought of sunrise. so i ran with it. but i wanted to make it stylinshaw, so how would i work that in, etc etc etc. it was just very fast and very difficult trying to figure out how i would structure it so it could be a fun meet cute kind of fic, but also work into them actually building a meaningful connection etc and... well. it was a lot. haha so yeah, it was just a hard time overall that week, but i'm super proud of it in the end.

Were there any prompts you had an idea for but ended up writing something different? If so, what made you choose to change what you wrote? Do you think you’ll ever write your original idea at a later date?

HA okay well i already answered most of this above, but for the last part of this question, yes i will absolutely write my original idea at a later date. the whole reason i decided not to do it wasn't because i couldn't turn it into a fic that could be written in that one writing session, but because i had hopes for what that fic would be, and i didn't want to shorten and condense it enough to do that. i didn't want to have to lessen the dreams i have for that fic in my head, so i decided i would just put it back on my to write list and save it for later. who knows when, but that fic will absolutely get written.

What do you think was the most difficult as well as the easiest part about the Wordplay Challenge?

most difficult was 100% finding the time to write. that was insanely hard for me all summer, but by the time wordplay was going, things at home had ramped up to being very overwhelming regarding the demands on me and my time, and what i had been doing to carve out some time for myself and writing wasn't working anymore, so i had to adjust even more with the understanding that i was working on a really strict timeline too. so yeah. just finding the time was absolutely the hardest part for me.

easiest part was the actual writing. these fics really flowed from me, outside of the pack fic, that one was actually pretty difficult to make sure i was getting the dynamics exactly the way i wanted to have them turn out, but even with that aspect, it still was like it flowed from me most of the time. these fics really just took over and i was along for the ride. it was a blast.

If you participate again next year, is there anything you’ll do differently? If so, what?

lmao well assuming people still want wordplay to happen again, i'll run it again and very likely will take part. so... with the difficulty i had in finding any time to do anything this summer, i was actually ridiculously stressed when it came to the writing part, but also the modding aspect of it. so i am not sure that i'll run it during the summer again next year. i might have it go during the early fall once school is back in session so i at least have only one child at home instead of three to battle lol so that's one thing i'll hopefully be doing differently.

as for the writing aspect, i don't think so actually. i've done 5 years of this, and i'm having fun with it. haha if i ever find a fic idea i think could work for it, i would consider doing a series for it next year, but it all depends on if there's something i'd like to write that could work for that kind of set up with this challenge.

if you made it this far, thank you for reading!!! xxx

[jjyusmile]

- #14&15: BANGCHAN from prompt list

requested by: @moonbaescribbles

the world spins on its axis every day. and there were only a few moments where your world was turned upside down. it turned anti clockwise, it span so quickly you wanted to get off... but you didn’t.

the first time was a moment you can never forget. it the first time you saw him. an ordinary day, to say the least, rushing passed your coworkers to get to the lockers after the bus broke down on your route to work. light droplets of sweat formed at the nape of your neck.

“late again,” minho quirked. a scowl sent his way and a slight shove as you fixed your uniform before entering the shop floor.

distracted, you were messing with your apron as you approached the order station. yet to enter customer service mode, you muttered a small ‘how can I help?’ that was barely audible. it was a cough that sounded like the clearing of someone’s throat that brought you to reality.

this moment.

clad in sweats, a grey beanie covering his wavy locks, peaks of blonde peaking out in light flicks. a guitar strapped to his back. you were drawn in within seconds. his eyes were mesmerising, following your every move as you fiddled with the knot that you had wrapped behind your back.

your eyes met his and you knew you couldn’t turn back from this moment. a sheepish smile was met with a small chuckle that fell from his lips. you were cute.

“hi.. sorry! what can i get you today?” stumbling over your words? not your usual behaviour.

“i’ll take an iced americano please, just black.”

“like your soul?-” the joke wasn’t as funny as you’d hoped it would be. a shake of his head. but, you weren’t mistaken. his eyes glistened when your face morphed in embarrassment, crinkling along with his nose... was that a nervous chuckle?

“can I get a name for your order?” your sharpie wavered in the air, waiting with expectant eyes as his own attempted to memorise your features. the way your lips dipped into a curve at the peak of your cupid’s bow. the light freckles that grazed your nose.

another smile. “it’s chris.”

a snigger sounded beside you followed by a full groan. min had deserved that smack.

you didn’t do well with people. you never opened your heart for anyone. the only person you ever let get close enough to see the flicker of light in your eyes was minho. until now.

over a year had gone by. he came back every evening since the moment he laid eyes on you. it wasn’t long until he noticed a pattern.

monday’s were the quietest - those were the nights he came by earlier so he could spend hours talking to you about anything. anything and everything.

tuesdays were the evenings you had to dip out for an hour, your tutor fixed an hour a week where you could ask them questions about your assignments. your boss let you take an extra 30 minute break on tuesdays as long as you came in earlier on saturdays.

you didn’t work on wednesday or thursday evenings. he hated that. not for you - he loved that you had time to focus on yourself instead of deciphering the difference between a dry latte and a wet cappuccino (he always claimed it was one of life’s unanswerable questions). but it meant he had to wait two whole days to see you again.

friday nights you were open late but rarely busy. those were the nights you both slipped an extra shot into your drinks so you could stay up until the sun rose together. after about a year those americanos changed to a bottle of wine - he called it fine dining.

saturdays were the nights he couldn’t come by. he always had a gig with his friends. it got to the point where you changed your saturday shift to a thursday so you could attend. he always made sure you were front row, sporting his favourite sweatshirt, the sleeves pushed up to your elbows as you screamed your little head off.

and sunday evenings were your favourites because you could people watch. the bell of the door chimed often as families wandered in looking for a late night pick me up before the monday morning rush. sundays were the days you allowed him behind the bar. you both stood, bent over the counter top with your chin rested on your palm. his friend, felix, spent every sunday morning baking and chris always brought some for you to try. those were the evenings you gave in to light touches of his fingers against your own.

eventually, you would leave work together and return to your apartment. the sentiment never wore off though. being able to bring you home filled his chest with warmth. meeting you at that coffee shop was the greatest thing that ever happened to him.

until the day he found out his group were offered a contract by a hot-shot company in korea. twelve hours from you.

nearing two years, you felt ashamed to hate the idea of him leaving. pride ran through your veins every time he got up on stage; he was born to be up there. but the thought of losing him to it... that was unbearable.

your smile didn’t meet your eyes as the words “that’s amazing” fell from your lips and your arms tightened around his waist. he knew this. he knew it would be a shock to you. but he never expected the light that once burned in your irises at his every move would be snuffed by his news.

your fingers fell from his as you muttered that you had to go to work. this moment made you realise exactly why you didn’t open up to people so easily. as happy as you were that he was achieving his dream, it felt like wasted years... happy memories clouded by the stench of loneliness and the forgotten. you knew you were being selfish... but he made you feel whole. and the thought of that being taken away scared you, almost as much as the thought of losing him.

you pushed away the thought and, inevitably, pushed him away too. you immersed yourself in your work and eventually locked your phone in your bedside table to stop the ringing. so that he would stop ringing. if you ignored the problem, it would go away.

he was giving you space. he knew where you were, he always did. but he knew that even seeing his face would halt you into reality once more. both of you. he was leaving tomorrow - he had to see you once more even if it meant the end.

he peered through the glass to catch a glimpse of your smile, attempting to make out the silhouettes through the steamed windows of the shop, with flickers of customers clouding his vision. what he didn’t expect to see was his replacement.

your tear stained face buried into your friends chest. leaning against the same counter that his memories drew with smiles and laughter. now morphed into pain. you were going to be fine after all. he knew minho would look after you; his longing gazes and desire to please you told him he would make a good replacement. you didn’t need him anymore - you both had to find your happiness. and he was gone.

the glitch in the story is where your world finally begins to spin once more. it once stood motionless, uneventful mixes of waking up, going to work, finishing homework and sleeping. repeat five times a week. the two days that you had to yourself were buried into your pillow with no desire to bring yourself out of the wallowing state.

but two years has passed. you were almost back on track. you had graduated and decided it was time for you to move on with your life. you were going to travel the world, but right now you had chosen to settle down, in your own little coffee shop. Blessings.

truthfully, glimpses of him were met in most guys you encountered. those with messy blonde hair. those that looked like they could pour their soul into their lyrics. those whos smile lit up the room... but it was never blinding like his.

some nights you completely lost all sense of being. you heard his voice on the radio in the cafe. it sent you into a pit of sorrow each time, a numbness drowning you. how could you move on completely if he’s still here?

some nights... your finger hovered over his name hesitantly until you fell into despair as the tone rang in your ear twice... twice because he no longer had that number. it still went to voicemail.

“hi, you’ve reached chris! i must be busy, i guess... beep, yeah? don’t forget the beep!”

a dull ache formed in the pit of your stomach. his cheery voice evoked a sob that physically racked your body forward. a minute had passed before you gained the courage to speak into the void...

“you left me. you left and you didn’t say a word.”

you said the same words every time. each time a different meaning.

how could you leave me? you’re a dick for leaving me. you said you would never leave me. was I not good enough for you to stay?

but the truth was.. you forgave him a long time ago. he followed his dream. you were still hurt but you knew he wasn’t completely to blame. pushing someone away when the going gets tough was your forté. the numbness remained but it didn’t stop you from reaching out to the slither of light that breached the end of your tunnel.

the final turn was the most unexpected of all. it was a saturday. since you had opened up your new shop, serving coffee on the saturday evening had become your favourite pastime. teenagers waltzed in for an hour or so before they headed out for a party just to get their caffeine fix.

even in your own place, you had become accustomed to the sound of his voice that flooded the radio to the love song that threatened to break you into pieces.. but it didn’t. your body went numb but your heart flew as the low buzz of the customers meshed seamlessly with his velvet lyrics.

you’ve persevered until now.

what’s your worry? trust me,

blessings waiting for you.

despite the hurt, his words a source of comfort. as they always were. he poured his heart into his work and you admired that the most. his words and his voice made you believe him, were there blessings waiting to you?

distracted, you almost missed the chiming of the door. hurriedly, you shot back to the counter.

autopilot.

“hi, what can i get you today?” your eyes trailed from the till until they landed on the customer.

a very familiar face, followed by jisung and changbin. the face that you saw on all the billboards, the one that had teenagers screaming over when he popped up on the tv.

what is he doing here? here of all places? you couldn’t tell if your thought was laced with hurt or disbelief. or both.

the sharp pain in your chest began to sooth as your eyes trailed down to his hand. a scribble of black ink that had smudged across his palm. you could faintly make out the address of your cafe along with the minho’s number scattered in block characters. he had contacted minho, he had found you the only way he knew how.

in his hands were suitcases clad with luggage tags that told you they hadn’t been out of the air long. a flash of a memory flooded your mind.

you giggled as his fingers trailed up the curve of your waist. you were lying in bed on a sunday morning after a gig, noses brushing, hair tousled and your legs intertwined.

“hey,” he grabbed your attention. you hummed in response, your eyes still following the path of his fingertips.

“if we ever have to leave each other-” he started. “for any reason. promise that if I ever have to go, from the moment I come back, you will be the first one I see no matter what.”

you raised your eyebrow questioningly. his previous movements had sent you into a sleepy haze. but his eyes were sincere which made you nod your head without a thought. looking closer, they were clouded with a fear that only the two of you could understand. one that feared losing the other.

he leaned forward to rest his lips against your forehead as your eyes fluttered closed, “i’d go to the end of the earth just to see you again.”

heart thumping in your chest, a sharp intake of breath, and your eyes shot to his piercing ones.

“my usual?”

it was like an ignition had been lit for the first time in two years. it was like all numbness washed away the moment his eyes crinkled in a shy smile. it was like you had found the blessing he promised as he sung through your speakers every day since he left.

[danahp3]

Part I.

Word Count: 1920

I would like to dedicate a song that I feel is perfect for the Opening of this story. The tone and emotions this song sets is how I want you to feel when going into this Journey with me. I hope you Enjoy:

Song By: Shinedown - Atlas Falls

Narrator POV

The Hellmouth

The Bringers and Turok-Hans were in full retreat, but the Slayers persisted in their efforts to take down as many as possible before they could escape. A small group of Slayers gathered around Dana's lifeless body, calling out for Buffy and Giles.

Danielle (Slayer): We have to bring her back to headquarters. They might be able to help us.

Giles steps forward, the Slayers making way for him to approach Dana. He kneels down and checks for a pulse. As Buffy joins him, he looks up at her, taking off his glasses and giving a disappointed shake of his head.

Giles: I’m afraid it’s too late for that, I’m sorry.

The remaining Slayers each reacted differently to the tragic news. Danielle choked back a sob, her breath hitching as tears welled up in her eyes. Turning away from the group, she tried to hide her emotions. Willow, sensing Danielle's distress, approached her and offered a sympathetic embrace for support.

Willow: Don't worry, we'll make it through this together.

Glancing at Buffy, they exchange worried glances, silently communicating in a way that others could not hear. Buffy gives her a reassuring nod before turning back to Giles.

Buffy: We can’t just leave her here.

Giles: I understand.

Giles lifts Dana's limp body.

Giles: I'll require assistance in moving her from this place.

Willow: We’ll make sure the way is clear.

With the team's assistance, Giles managed to carry her out of the hellmouth, while the other Slayers held off the vampires. Willow and Buffy joined him in loading Dana's body onto the back of the van. Giles gently laid her down on the floor, covering her with a white blanket. Stepping out of the van, he shut the doors behind him and turned to Buffy and Willow.

Giles: I will be heading back.

Buffy: Alright, Hopefully we won’t be too much longer here. I’ll ensure everyone else gets back soon. Will?

Willow: Buffy, if it's okay with you, I'd like to accompany Giles. I'll keep him company and assist in informing the families...and Dana's family. It's the least I can do, you know?

Willow's voice trembles as she speaks. Buffy reaches out and places a gentle hand on her arm.

Buffy: Sure. I’ll catch up with you both soon.

Buffy turns to make her way back to the other Slayers. Giles and Willow climb into the van and drive back to headquarters.

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The Halliwell Manor

Piper, Phoebe, and Paige are in the kitchen, getting ready for their monthly "sister night out" tradition. Even though their children are grown and living on their own, it's essential for them to prioritize each other. Every month, they come back to the manor to cook a delicious dinner, catch up, and chat about everything under the sun. Leo and Harry also take this chance to spend some quality time together at P3, with Wyatt, Chris, and Harry Jr. often joining them.

Piper slides her baking dish into the preheated oven and shuts the door. Turning to the island counter, she takes off her oven mitts and sets them down. Paige enters the kitchen at that moment.

Paige: Table is all set.

Piper: Well I just put the Casserole in the oven, so it will be about 30 mins before we can eat.

She gazes at Phoebe as she closes the fridge.

Phoebe: Salad is done. (She walks over to the counter)

Piper: What do you think we should do in the meantime, ladies? Fancy some wine?

Phoebe: Do you have anything stronger?

Piper: Tougher? What's wrong...had a rough day?

Phoebe: More like a rough few weeks?

Phoebe exclaims as she slumps onto the countertop. Paige approaches from behind and begins rubbing her back, then assists her in sitting back up.

Paige: That's what our get-togethers are all about. So, Phoebe Halliwell, spill the beans about what's been happening in your life.

Phoebe: It's likely nothing. Just my mom's overprotective tendencies and OCD kicking into high gear.

Piper: And…..?

Phoebe: Aanndd… I can't seem to shake this feeling that there's something going on with Dana, and she's been keeping me out of the loop.

Paige: Such as?

Phoebe: Her job. The projects she's been taking on.

Piper: You do realize she can't disclose every demon or vampire she faces, right?

Paige: Yeah, just as I don't go around sharing details about the cases I handle as a Whitelighter.

Phoebe: I know I know.

Piper: Believe me, I get a mother's worry for her child's safety. There are moments when I want to intervene in my children's lives, especially Melinda's since she's my only daughter. We must come to terms with the fact that they're not little girls anymore and they deserve to lead their own lives. With each new generation of Halliwells, our strength increases. If they truly need us, I know they'll reach out.

Phoebe: You're spot on Piper. You know...it's times like this that I miss Grams...and Mom.

Piper: And Prue.

The sisters fall into a moment of silence, until Paige is struck by a brilliant idea.

Paige: I've got just the thing that will lift our spirits and brighten our day.

Piper: oh yea?

Paige: Yes… so i need you lovely ladies to follow me up to the attic.

Paige, in high spirits, turns and skips out of the kitchen. Piper and Phoebe exchange a puzzled glance before trailing behind Paige, following her to the stairs that lead up to the attic.

Piper: Should I be worried?

Paige: Not a bit. I thought it's been an awfully long time, so it's only right to make this a real family reunion. Let's call on Grams, our Mom, and Prue to join us.

Phoebe: Aww Paige, I think that’s a great idea. Piper?

Piper: Well come on, what are we waiting for?

The sisters assume their positions around the circle. Paige calls forth the five candles with her telekinetic orbing abilities. Piper follows by using her powers to light the candles. They join hands and commence chanting the spell.

“Hear these words

Hear my cry

Sprits from the other side

Come to me

I summon thee

Cross now the great divide”

A breeze stirs in the room, even though all the windows are securely shut. Rather than their loved ones appearing in the circle as intended, the breeze extinguishes the candles.

Phoebe: I realize it's been some time, but I don't believe that was supposed to happen.

Paige: Yea… because that wasn’t supposed to happen.

Piper: Hey what’s the big idea?!

Piper says, looking up at the ceiling. Out of nowhere…

Startled, Piper takes a step back.

Piper: What the hell?

Angel of Destiny: Good Evening Charmed Ones. I am terribly sorry to intervene and disrupt your spell casting.

Piper: There better be a damn good reason your preventing the summoning of our loved ones.

Angel of Destiny: I assure you there is.

She looks directly at Phoebe.

Phoebe: Well what is it?

Angel of Destiny: Something has recently occurred that could not have been foreseen. It has dangerously tipped the balance of good and evil. The natural order of things has been disrupted and it involves your daughter Phoebe.

Phoebe: Which one?

Angel of Destiny: Your youngest daughter.

Phoebe can feel her heart pounding as she dreads hearing the answer to the next question she is about to ask.

Phoebe: What happened to my daughter?

Angel of Destiny: She has departed this world.

It was as if the ground disappeared from beneath her, leaving her unable to support her body's weight. Phoebe's legs buckled, sending her crashing to her knees. Her breathing grew labored as her sisters hurried to her side, their faces displaying profound shock as they gazed up at the Angel. Phoebe was overcome with emotion, rendering her speechless. Meanwhile, Piper sought clarity and answers.

Piper: How did this happen?

Angel of Destiny: She sacrificed herself to protect the world. Prepare to receive a call that will confirm the truth of my revelation.

Paige: Then why are you here? I don’t think this is in your job description to make personal visits to deliver news like this.

Angel of Destiny: Indeed it's not. However, similar to our past encounters, I have come to inform you that there is a solution to this situation

Phoebe: W-what? What are you trying to say?

Phoebe struggles to speak between gasps for air, attempting to hold back the tears cascading down her cheeks.

Piper: Please cut the cryptic messages and just spit it out. Are you saying there is a way we can bring her back?

Angel of Destiny: Yes. But to do so, you must be willing to change her.

Phoebe: Change her how? Why?

Angel of Destiny: There exists a malevolent force known as the First Evil, tracing back to the dawn of time. This entity is responsible for the emergence of Slayers, Witches, the Charmed Ones, Demons, and the eternal battle between Good and Evil. Despite the ongoing efforts of the forces of Good, Evil is now seeking to shift the balance and eliminate its adversaries. Tonight, they launched an attack aimed at stripping Slayers of their powers, employing a potent spell linked to Dana through her father, Cole.

Phoebe: Cole? I don’t understand, Cole is dead.

Angel of Destiny: Phoebe, that's the illusion Dana aimed to create for you. The First Evil had possessed Cole, manipulating him and his lineage… including your daughter… as the fuel for this spell. Once the ritual commenced, the only means to halt it was through Cole's demise and that of any living, untainted blood relative. Dana unravelled this truth and, upon understanding, she selflessly sacrificed herself after eliminating her father.

Phoebe: So what changes do we need to make in order to bring my daughter back?

Angel of Destiny: In order to resurrect her and empower her to battle the First Evil, you must solve three crucial elements.

Firstly, you must find a means to amplify her magical prowess.

Secondly, her Slayer capabilities must be heightened significantly in strength, speed, and agility.

Lastly, she will require immortality to survive the fight.

Paige: Well it’s not like we can whip up a simple spell that can make this happen. We don’t have the kind of power to bring someone back from the dead. Can you point us in the right direction of where we need to go to make this happen.

Angel of Destiny: I apologize, but that is all I can disclose. The rest is in your hands, Three.

Before the sisters can object further. The Angel leaves. As soon as she does, Phoebe’s cell phone begins to ring. She takes it out of her pocket and on the caller ID, she see’s the name, “Rupert Giles.” Piper and Paige look at each other while Phoebe answers the phone.

Phoebe: I know what happened. I'm going to get her back, Giles.

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Thank you for reading Part I. !!!

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I will be working on Part II this week and my goal is to have that Posted by next Sunday 🙏. If you are reading my story for Loki. I assure you he will be making his entrance soon into this story. But I need to make sure I am not rushing into their first encounter. While I am not by any means a professional writer… my goal is to give my readers something good to read that they will enjoy.

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Home Is Where The Heart Is {Pt. 1}

Fandom: Far Cry 5 

Characters: Seed Brothers x Serah (OFC) 

Story Type: Series 

Series Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, death, violence, romance, fluff, polygamous relationship, abuse, smut, slight dub-con, religious themes, kidnapping, brain-washing, Stockholm Syndrome & Lima syndrome, some elements of the games is used (locations, story/timeline, etc).

Chapter Warnings: None!

Word count: 2.3k words

Story Summary: Serah is a young woman living in Fall’s End, Hope County and has lived there all her life. She owns her own farm and B&B, nothing very exciting ever happens in Fall’s End - except for the occasional chaos caused by Sharky Boshaw. That is until one day, three men show up with a broken down car and seeking a place to stay. Serah, being the kind and caring person she is, lets these men into her home with open arms, but she truly doesn’t know what she has invited into her life. 

A/N: each chapter will have specific chapter warnings/trigger warnings at the beginning to help those who would get triggered to know what is about to happen in each chapter. I wouldn’t want to trigger anyone tho ;w; Other than that, I hope y’all enjoy this chapter 1 and updates to this story will be slow though. I know this first chapter is short but make sure to show it some love so I know y’all like it and I can continue it!! Gif is not mine btw~

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Hope County was never really busy or loud; it was mainly quiet and peaceful. People could leave their windows and doors unlocked during the nights because no major crimes were ever committed, and the fact that Hope County only had a small amount of law enforcement because of the low crime rate. 

Hope County was the perfect place for Serah. Serah had lived in Fall's End for nearly seven years, and her life has never taken a turn for the worst while living on her farm. She owned a few cows, chickens, pigs, and horses that she tends and cares for. Her large farmhouse has also been renovated to be Fall's Ends very own 'Bed & Breakfast'; getting the occasional tourist here and there, or sometimes it's a local needing a little change in scenery. Serah's main customer is Sharky Boshaw. 

Sharky liked to cause a little trouble, otherwise, Hope County would be too quiet. Whenever Sharky was too drunk to go home, he always managed to walk to Serah's farm and keep her company while tending to him. Serah was also good friends with Kim and Nick Rye, the couple being her closest friends since she moved to Montana from New York. Serah wanted a change of scenery herself, and she always dreamed of owning her own farm and 'B&B'. 

It was a warm morning when Serah woke up in the early hours on a Saturday. She groaned a bit, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and giving her muscles a good stretch before leaving the confines of her bed. Most of her farm chores were done the day before, so only a few small chores were left remaining. Serah planned to go to The Spread Eagle to visit Mary May, another good friend of hers from when she first moved to Fall's End and worked at the bar for four years. 

As Serah was doing some dusting around the house with only having to hang out the laundry after, she was excited to get a move on and get it finished. 

"C'mon, Serah, nearly done then we can have drinks to wash the stress away." 

Serah couldn't wait to relax before Monday began; the only days she really lets loose is on the weekends with Mary May, and sometimes Sharky if he hasn't already been drinking and passed out somewhere. When the chores were done, Serah took a quick shower to freshen up and put on a cute white, lace sundress that had a deep neckline that flashed a bit of her cleavage and stopped just above her knees. 

Serah parked her car in the parking lot before pushing through the bar doors, looking around at the few patrons already there just before 1 p.m. When she approached the bar, Mary May was quick to greet her. 

"Hey, beautiful! Just finished all the chores on the farm, yeah?" 

"You have no idea..." Serah gave a dramatic sigh of relief while Mary just laughed. 

"Don't worry, sweetie! Maybe you could ask one of the boys to help you out around that big farm of yours. You probably need to hire some farmhands, otherwise, you're gonna get tired and grey from stress." Mary May was very motherly for someone who was only a few years older than Serah. 

"You know I would if I had the money, Mary. I can't afford to hire farmhands while paying my bills, groceries, and animal feed. I'd either go broke or couldn't pay them enough to keep around." Serah shrugged before getting comfortable at the bar, trying to decide what drink she'd want to order first. 

Serah ordered herself a Bourbon and Coke while conversing with Mary and a few other patrons, having the day pass slowly and having a good time. It wasn't until two in the afternoon that Serah thought about heading back to the ranch. She asked Mary if she could leave her truck in the parking lot, which Mary said yes and that she didn't need to ask, while Serah called Nick for a lift. 

Serah didn't have to wait for Nick long; he came under less than 2 mins and picked her up. 

"Hey there, Serah! You have a good time?" Nick asked while he headed towards the ranch. 

"Oh yeah, I had a few drinks to help unwind. It's been a rough few days working, but I got everything done. Maybe I'll get a few new guests or Sharky might just crash at mine whenever he's too drunk to go home." Nick and Serah both laughed at the thought. 

Nick and Serah had a sibling bond; Nick was like an older brother and Serah being younger. Serah met Nick when she turned 21 and had her first drink at the Spread Eagle, where she was introduced to Nick and Kim Rye, then five years later, she was basically another Rye in their eyes. She had a second family after losing both her parents to cancer when she was 19. Nick and Serah even got tattoos of each other's names that Nick claims 'Now you're a Rye! You're now my little sister'. The memory always brings tears of pride and joy to Serah's eyes. 

Nick parked in front of Serah's ranch before hugging her tight. 

"You know, you could always ask me to help you out if things are too much, sis." 

"I know that Nick, but I couldn't possibly ask of that from you when Kim is this far along in her pregnancy. She'll need your help more than me. She could give birth next month or so." Serah tried to reason, but Nick just scoffed. 

"Kimmie is a tough son of a bitch, every time I offer to help her, she tells me she can do it herself. Trust me, I have plenty of free time to help you out." Nick gave Serah a comforting squeeze on her shoulder before she hopped out of his car, waving him goodbye and watched him drive away. 

With a sigh, Serah walked back into her home and started to plan out what to make for dinner. She heard the soft sound of her white cat, Alpine, purring away in his perch at the window sill, the sun coating him with warmth. 

"Hey there, Alpine, did ya miss me?" Serah giggled as she walked by him, scratching behind his ear as she went. 

*2 hours later* 

Serah always had a habit of making large portions of food as if other people lived in the two-story house. She couldn't help it, Serah just created that much food so she wouldn't have to worry about making more the next day. She guessed that it was because she would have to cook for the guests when they stayed at her 'B&B' and she just can't help it. While she let the chicken and corn soup to simmer, she started to get Alpine's food ready because she knew he'd become needy soon. 

"Alright, buddy, you'll be having some delicious prawns, your favorite!" Serah sang as Alpine came rushing over and meowing loudly at the smell of the prawns. 

As Serah put the prawns into a small bowl and placed it on the floor near the kitchen island, she heard the sound of a slam and a muffled, angry voice followed by a calmer voice. Serah's curious mind got the better of her and snooped near the front window and peeked out through her translucent curtains to see what the commotion was. There was a black SUV parked on the side of the road, small amounts of smoke coming from the hood while three men stood around the front of the car. One of the men had red hair and beard with scars covering parts of his face and forearms; he was the one who was angry at the fact that their car must have broken down while the two other men stood around letting the redhead vent. One of the other men was dressed in very luxurious clothes and had many tattoos covering his arms and hands, and he also sported a beard. The other man had his hair in a bun, wore yellow-tinted glasses, and looked to be trying to calm the scarred man. 

Serah was still in a daze by watching the men that she hadn't realized that the men had noticed her house, and one of them was making their way to her front door. The sudden sound of knocking on her door startled Serah out of her daze and she quietly made her way to the front door. When she made sure her little latch lock was in place, she opened the door slightly to greet the man with the tinted glasses and man-bun. 

"Hello my child, my name is Joseph, and my brothers and I happen to be in a bit of a predicament. It seems our car has broken down and we don't know how to fix the issue, would you happen to know of anyone who knows mechanics?" The man said. 

Serah blinked for a few seconds, registering what he had said. 

"Oh!" You looked at your little wristwatch to see that the time was now 4:30 in the afternoon and that the closest mechanic store is at least 45 minutes away and closes at 5 o'clock. "Um, the closest mechanic is nearly an hour away, and they'll be closing soon, so you won't be able to see them until tomorrow." 

"That is quite alright. I also saw that this loving ranch was a 'Bed & Breakfast', would my brothers and I be able to seek refuge here for the night until one of us are ready to walk into town?" Joseph gestured to the two other men still standing by the SUV who were looking at them from afar. 

"Oh, of course! And because of your circumstances, I won't charge you; I'd feel bad if I did. Save your money for when you get your car fixed." Serah gave him a warm smile, unlatching the lock on the door and opening it wide. 

Joseph motioned for his brothers to come forth while he continued to talk to you. 

"That is very kind of you, my dear. May I ask, what is your name? It's silly of me for not asking our host's name." 

She then made way for the three men to enter her house and they huddled in the open space living room. 

"My name's Serah, and I'll be your host. I've got some chicken and corn soup that's just settling and will be ready to serve. I also have spares bedrooms upstairs if you'll follow me!" Serah led the three men to the rooms and let them choose a room for themselves while also being introduced to the two men, John and Jacob. 

Jacob was the eldest Seed brother while Joseph was the middle child, and John being the youngest. Jacob served in the army and was a hardened soldier; John used to be a lawyer while Joseph claims to be 'The Father'. He preached about the gifts of God and how God would occasionally speak to him or give him visions about 'the Collapse'. Serah was never really religious; she never cared for religion but never stopped anyone who did. She politely listened to Joseph talk about this 'Project at Eden's Gate' and how he and his brothers have come to Hope County to save as many people as he can before the collapse because that is what God has told him. 

Serah started to serve the Seed brothers the soup when John spotted Alpine walk into the dining area. 

"Oh, and who is this little guy?" John asked while petting the white feline. 

"That's Alpine; he was a stray when I found him as a kitten. He was so small and malnourished, but he stole my heart the second I saw him. He's my little fur baby." Serah picked Alpine up into her arms and cuddled him for a bit. 

The four of them ate, Joseph and Serah doing most of the talking, John contributing now and then while Jacob grunted in acknowledgment. Joseph talked more about Eden's Gate then asked where would be the best place to buy a property big enough to host sermons for him and his followers or 'children' as he called them. Serah answered as many of Joseph's questions but told them that they would have to see sheriff Whitehorse about getting a license to carry when John asked about that. 

When dinner was over, Serah grabbed all the empty bowls and was prepping to wash them when John stopped her. 

"Please, you've cooked and let us rest for the night for free, the least we could do is wash the dishes. Go and relax, dear." 

Serah gave him a sweet smile, nodded, and thanked him before heading for the living room to read a book. Jacob seemed to already have worked out the TV remote, and he and Joseph were flicking through the channels. The sat in silence with only the noise of the dishes being washed in the kitchen to fill in as background noise. The rest of the evening went by with small talk and watching whatever is on TV before the Seed brothers and Serah bid goodnight to each other at around ten. 

As Serah was about to enter her room, she was stopped by Joseph yet again. 

"I'd like to thank you again, Serah. It seems God has led us to you, and to be blessed with your kindness and hospitality. Hopefully, in weeks to come, we'll see you again. Goodnight, dear." With that, Joseph went into his room, leaving Serah in the little hallway who was touched by his words. 

As Serah did her nightly routine and hopped into bed, she had a nightmare of an explosion and the world on fire.

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Thank you for reading this short chapter!

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Prowl pt. 2

[30+Min. Read/12.1K Words – Mystery Member👀 x Female Reader, Bang Chan x Female Reader,  – Monsters!AU, Mostly Plot, NSFW/Smut – Vampires & Werewolves, Heists, Mysteries, Suspense, Blood, Questionable Coping]

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The cold, salt air tickled your nose as you watched the sun finally complete its journey beneath the horizon. You arose from your seat by the window, taking a sip from your first steaming cup of coffee for the night. However, maybe you didn't need to stay inside and hoard your aunt's coffee maker again. Maybe it was finally time to explore the town.

It'd only been about a week since that night at the library. The cops came roughly fifteen minutes after you punched the silent alarm, surprised and bewildered by the bloody and bruised girl sitting in an exhausted heap on the office floor. The paramedics arrived before you could protest, already feeling antsy about the time persistently crawling towards daybreak. A medic cleaned you up while the police looked around the library, scraping under your nails and pulling errant strands of hair that had clung to your sweater. It was difficult to feel present, to truly grasp if anything had actually happened that night. Really, it all sounded ridiculous and that only helped everything feel more surreal. The woman tending to you looked puzzled as none of the blood she meticulously wiped up revealed anything more than minor scratches underneath. A man in a suit excused her and pulled up a chair. He asked for your name, what you do at the library, did you know see anything recognizable about the perpetrators. You were almost no help, having seen no one’s faces, except…

“Well,” you carefully paused, “one of them helped me make it out alive. They were talking about taking me or maybe even… I don't want to think about what, but one of them helped me.”

The detective sat up, alert with pencil in hand and poised to go.

“Chan,” you said quietly, looking up from your shoes long enough to see the detective's eyes widen for just a second, “he said he saw me at the bar earlier. He can't be much older than me. Has a scar on his nose. He convinced the others to leave me here.”

“Do you think this ‘Chan’ had ulterior motives in keeping you alive?”

“I think he’s just a good guy working with a bad crowd,” you shrugged, eyeing the detective cautiously, “I just wish I could see him again. Ask him some questions of my own. Let him know how thankful I am.”

The detective had nodded knowingly, penciling in a couple notes and snapping his notebook shut. “Well, miss, that about settles my needs,” he said as he got up and smoothed out his suit jacket, “I understand that situations like this can take a toll on a person. I would consider seeing the school's mental health counselor… Maybe take a trip to the coast.”

“Wouldn't you want me to stay in town for questioning?” You asked curiously.

“No need. We have your phone number. Besides, there’s plenty of us around, even out there. We can find you if we need to. Or you can find us just as easily, for that matter.”

And, with that, the detective had nodded his thanks and left you alone in the office, just as Chan had not long before.

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So you went to the coast. Leaving school wasn't difficult; the counselor may as well have packed your bags for you when you explained what happened. Your aunt had lived here for years now, keeping residence in a quaint A-frame that overlooked the beach from where it sat up in the forested hills. You remembered dreamy summers spent here when you were younger, wondering what it was like to live in a sleepy town that had an off-season. You'd never been here when the leaves changed color, and you suspected that was the most exciting thing that happened the rest of the year. It was easy to hide out, telling your aunt you had a hard time sleeping at night after the incident and that you'd rather sleep during the day when you felt safer. Lying felt bad, heavy in your gut, but no one in your family knew about your condition yet. It wasn't time. You weren't sure if it would ever be.

Your aunt kept the keys for her dumpy pickup hanging by the door. She offered that you could use it to get around town while she slept, even if not many things were open late in the off-season. Her only caveat had been that you had to be careful — apparently “hooligans” had been a problem around town. However, you felt restless and you knew for a fact that the diner at the end of the main street was open, having passed it on your bus ride into town your first night here. The diner was hard to miss, sitting next to a storefront with a line of fluorescent tape barring the entrance.

The diner was lively and warm as you walked in despite the scarce patrons. The truck’s heater was shot, so you had bundled up in a coat with your bandana up over your nose. The bandana still smelled thickly of Chan, having tucked it into the pocket of your skirt before the police came that night. Even after washing it repeatedly to rid it of all the blood, it still smelled perfectly like him. It was almost a totem, shielding you and keeping you feeling safe. Even though you still had your doubts, you held onto this idea of him. As long as that smell was surrounding you, he was always near and you could face anything.

You let the bandana drop around your neck and hung your jacket on the back of a chair at the bar. The staff was sparse, only two old men who were friendly enough to make up for their speed. Apparently, these were Bill and Fred.

“Well then,” Bill smiled, “a stranger at this time of year? Who do you belong to?”

You smiled and thumbed over your shoulder to the truck parked outside and both men erupted into boisterous laughter, more than happy to share anecdotes about your aunt from over the years.

“So, young lady,” Fred asked as they finally brought you your cup of coffee, “what do you do when you’re not escaping to the beach?”

“Oh,” you stumbled over your tongue as you sipped at the hot brew, “I'm an assistant with the rare books section of the university’s library.”

“Fancy that,” Bill beamed, “you must have one hell of a head on your shoulders.”

“In fact, you probably would've loved the old bookstore next door, before—” Fred shushed himself instantly as Bill waved frantically for him to stop. However, you perked up.

“Yeah! I wanted to ask about that. What happened there?”

The two men looked warily at each other.

“You don't want to hear about that, young one,” Bill attempted. You shook your head.

“I really do. I can handle it.”

Not taking the bait, Bill folded his arms as Fred leaned in.

“We've been having a lot of vandalism going on in town this season,” he said quietly, “even some petty theft. But this is the first time in ten years someone was killed. And certainly the first time anything like this has happened. These punks—”

“They're not just some punks,” a voice behind you spoke up. A young man, barely younger than yourself, stood up from the booth he had been sitting at. He was handsome, lithe in the area’s requisite flannel shirt and a denim jacket that was probably older than he was.

“You keep saying that,” Bill shook his head, “but I—”

“I know, I know,” the stranger sighed, “nothing ever happens here. But Mr. Shepherd wasn't just robbed, he was murdered.”

“Sure,” Fred shrugged helplessly, “but where did they go? They could be down the coast by now.”

“Or they're still here,” the stranger insisted, stepping forward and pressing his hands down on the bar. “I've been noticing something weird on my way home each night. Smoke out past the trailhead. But I never find any camps or fires.”

“Then tell the police,” Bill said simply.

“You're right,” the stranger replied flatly, “why am I even bothering telling you.” He dug his wallet out from his pocket and flipped a couple of bills onto the counter. “Thank you for the coffee as always. Hers, too.”

You almost felt bad for the old proprietors of the diner, but you understood where this stranger was coming from. You had questions, just like he apparently did. From everything you understood about the business, thieves hardly ever stole books. And — considering the possibility that you were right and the detective had pointed you in the direction of Chan — then these same wolves had stolen more. Why books? Why here? Why kill the bookshop owner and not you? Chan’s voice rang through your mind, “I care about innocent people getting hurt, they don't.” Something had to have happened but you couldn't figure out what.

“Poor kid,” Bill grumbled as he topped off your coffee, “he's been working at Adam Shepherd’s place next door for a few years or so now. Even rents a room in his house. He's been taking it real hard. Hasn't had it in him to open the shop back up.”

“Can't say I blame him,” you commiserated. Fred and Bill nodded in solemn agreeance as you took a hearty gulp of your coffee. You stayed, asking about the trailhead and where it was even though you know you shouldn't, that you were only inviting yourself into a rabbit hole. But if Chan was out there and he could tell you why this was happening and maybe even help you steal back the college’s property, then maybe it was worth it. You had to admit you felt a bit humiliated, that you could let your guard down to a handsome face and electric personality long enough to be robbed blind, but something about Chan had ignited something primal in you — something that felt entirely foreign, but at the same time something you could vaguely understand the shape of.

You had to at least see for yourself. Bill and Fred were sad to see you leave for the night, but eagerly professed their excitement to have you back during your stay. You still left a generous tip on the counter despite the stranger paying for your coffee. In searching the dilapidated pickup, you found a utility knife and a hefty flashlight as far as anything useful went. However, useful was useful and at least there was anything at all. You drove up to the trailhead, making note of landmarks along the way.

As you stepped out, you pulled your handkerchief back over your chilly nose and warily observed a compact motorbike parked next to the trail map. The outlined path twisted up the hill, around the creek, and down to the beach — just as the duo at the diner had described. You gripped your flashlight and set off.

The hiking trail was well-kept, clear and fortunately illuminated by a moon in waxing gibbous hanging heavy in the sky. The ground was firm beneath your feet and gave way to sandier terrain as you neared the creek. Sure enough, there was smoke high in the forest, far off the trail. The best plan of action appeared to be to hike the trail as close as you could before venturing through the woods and brush.

A chill coursed through your shoulders and spine as you heard a branch snap in the distance behind you. You turned, refusing to click on the flashlight in your hands in case you might spook whatever had spooked you first. You burrowed deeper into your coat to shield you from the draping cold of the night and blazed ahead.

Another snap behind you stopped you in your tracks, only for a moment as you realized the sound was closer this time. You looked up ahead. Despite the supplied moonlight, you still had to squint to make out that the trail curved around to follow the creek up ahead. If you cut through the woods you could probably make it to the other side and back onto the path.

The footsteps grew faster as yours did, leaves crunching underfoot as you scrambled into the brush. You yanked your handkerchief down to breathe, to grab lungfuls of air when you smelled it. An overwhelming breeze of veal and sweat flooded your nose. Not to mention that somewhere, a some point, the rugged scent of woodsy beach fires had been here. Was your mind playing tricks on you, or was Chan nearby?

The creek came into view. It was a good bet that the trail came out somewhere on the other side, but it was a bet nonetheless. As the panting steps behind you began catching up, you vaulted over the creek, not wanting to risk falling into the cold water when you were on the run. You silently cheered yourself on as you caught a lucky break, a cursing splash erupting behind you to let you know you lost your pursuer. You sprinted ahead, dashing over rocks and felled branches and dodging low foliage when you caught sight of a figure ahead of you. The only difference was they were going the same direction you were: away from whatever was behind you. Still, one in front, one and who knew how many more behind you. Beyond the figure the trail came back into sight, with a shack and driveway attached nearby. A dumpy outpost to sell bait by the creek and beach, assumedly. You must've been nearing the road again.

You hazarded a look behind you as you ran up to the shack. Turning back to the front, the figure in front of you had disappeared. Sure enough, a modest shop sign hung above the door, and another hung in front reading “Happy fishing! See you next summer!” The season was wrong for buying bait, but it was perfect for hiding out. You ran around the rear of the modest shop and found the back door. You jimmied the flimsy screen door’s lock easily enough but the wooden door beyond proved to be more of a challenge. Thankfully, you guessed just how safe the town thought it was as you spied a coffee can sitting on the crowded porch. You kicked it over, picking up the spare key and letting yourself in.

The first step to securing a hiding spot for now was to lock both doors behind you. Next, you clicked on your flashlight. A chair was parked under a desk in the tiny back room and you grabbed it, dragging it over and jamming it under the doorknob. Now your biggest concern was getting out of here before sunrise, the clock on the wall agreeing with the time on your phone that it was getting dangerously close to sun-up. You just had to make sure you were alone so you could escape to the truck. You checked the store proper, looking between cluttered shelves in the tiny shop to check for anyone hiding when a noise startled you in the dark. You clicked the flashlight back off and considered your options. Going out the way you came seemed too easily cumbersome. The fastest option was to hide. You ducked into the back room once again and crawled under the desk. You sat as still as you could, steadying your breath to be slow and quiet when the front door crashed open with a hushed curse, the bell over the door jamb ringing the intruder’s arrival. Whoever it was breathed hard, heavy with adrenaline and fear. No scent of veal, no more than Chan’s scent hanging around your neck, but something new — something like seared venison, almost. Venison and buttercups. The figure also checked around the shop, looking around and soon enough making it into the back room. You clapped a hand over your mouth, nervous as a pair of shoes confronted you under the desk. What was the best move? You could wait, but your fellow intruder would probably check under the desk if they were smart. Then you would be cornered with nowhere to go. No, the best plan was to fight your way out now and get back to the truck. You mustered all the patience and energy and fearlessness that you could before grabbing at the ankles in front of you. The intruder cried out, falling over as you pulled on his legs. He crashed to the floor, getting his arms up to protect his face as you scrambled out in an attempt to crawl over and away from him. Your arm was snatched, pulling you down and rolling you onto your back as the figure cursed and struggled with you on the floor. One of your wrists was clutched down onto the hardwood floor in a desperate hold. Gripping your flashlight, you smacked him hard once, twice on the back, and your assailant let go of you long enough to try and snatch it out of your hand. You dug a knee into his hip, kicking him off and away from you. You clicked on the flashlight, pointing the beam right at his face.

“Hey! A bit late for a hike, isn’t it?” You breathlessly accused as you were faced with the young man from the diner. He held up a hand to shield himself from the light and you turned it back off. Even just by the light of the moon, his large eyes still shined wildly in the dark.

“A bit late to be chasing and attacking strangers, isn’t it?” He bit back as he massaged the arm he fell onto.

“I wasn't chasing you,” you defended, “I was being chased myself.”

“By who?”

“By wolves.”

You got back up and onto your feet, offering the man your hand to help him up. He looked at you cautiously enough that you could make it out in the meager moonlight streaming in through the streaked windows. Nevertheless, he took your hand, getting up and dusting himself off.

“Were you trying to find your stolen books?” The man asked. You straightened up a bit, on edge.

“I didn’t mention being robbed back at the diner,” you replied carefully.

“No, but unlike a lot of people here, I watch the news. Only thing is, the news didn’t mention anyone present at the university robbery other than the thieves themselves. But you mentioned back there that you work for the library. And if you’re here now, then you must be looking for them, too.”

You sighed heavily as you took a step closer. He took one step back. “No, it was an honest coincidence. My aunt really does live here.”

You weren't sure why you were lying, or even if it really was lying at all for that matter. You took one more step closer. He took another step back. “Quit it,” you soothed, “I hit you really hard. I want to see if you're okay.”

The man eyed you warily as you gently took his hand again and led him to sit on the desk. You gingerly slid one arm out of the sleeve of his jacket before you softly lifted his shirt to check on his back. The bruises that had erupted on his skin were just starting to darken. You lightly touched the marks, feeling for anything broken or loose. The pulse of blood rushing through him made your heart skip a beat. Suddenly, you were painfully aware of how tired and hungry you were. How long had it been since you properly fed? The man winced and groaned as you thoroughly checked him, but you admired how he beared it.

“Hey,” you quietly offered, wanting to help distract him from the pain, “I’m sorry to hear about Mr. Shepherd. You were close?”

He nodded solemnly. “We were close. I was a teenager. My foster parents moved us around a lot growing up, and one day I just realized… I didn’t need to be there. They weren’t doing anything for me that I couldn't do myself. So I waited for them to try and move us again. We took a quick stop on the road here, and I just ran. I ended up at the bookshop. I had no family, no money, no manners, and he treated me like a person. He was my first real friend.”

Your heart sank. It was difficult to imagine not only losing someone so close to you, but to also have the thing you shared get destroyed and ravaged? You squeezed his shoulder sympathetically, jumping as the alarm on your phone buzzed. Sunrise was coming. You shook off your odd rush of sentimentality and focused.

“Well, thanks for not being a murderer — what was your name? I never caught it.”

“Jisung,” he supplied with a small smile.

“Alright Jisung,” you smiled back, “I'm glad to diagnose you as bruised but otherwise fine, but I have to go. I’d offer you a lift but—”

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” he waved you off, “I rode here. Are you sure I can't walk you back to your truck?”

“No, I—” your heart raced, making you trip over your words as you noticed the sun peeking over the horizon. You were so tired all of a sudden.

“Hey,” Jisung perked up, hopping off the desk as your stance wavered, “are you alright?” He followed your glance out the window and looked back at you, eyebrows raised dubiously.

“Yeah,” you smiled weakly, “I guess I just wore myself out tonight.”

You attempted to steady yourself on the edge of the desk as your vision faded. Jisung took one step closer. You took one step back, teetering as you finally fell asleep in the growing daybreak.

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It was alarming to wake up in your own bed back at your aunt's house. This still took getting used to occasionally, waking up as if no time had passed. You pulled open the curtain — your aunt's truck was parked in front of the house as if nothing had happened. How did you get back? The heavy flashlight you’d held onto all night was laying next to you in bed.

A quick shower helped soothe your worried mind, the hot water massaging your sore limbs and helping you think. You bundled up in some fresh clothes and jumped into the truck again, flashlight in hand. Your mind began winding up even more as you drove into town. Jisung’s motorbike wasn't parked anywhere near the diner or the bookshop, so you ducked in to see the old proprietors of the coffee shop.

“Hey,” you smiled, trying to look casual as you walked up to the counter.

“Nothing better than someone who’s consistent,” Bill smirked. “Nice to see you again. Coffee?”

“No, thank you,” you grinned, “do either of you know where Jisung is?”

“Ah,” Fred waggled his eyebrows at you, “so you caught up with him last night?”

“Oh, uh,” you stumbled, “I had some books I wanted to lend him.”

“Sure,” Bill laughed, supposedly knowingly, “well, if you have books to lend him, of course. If he’s not at the shop, then he should be home. It’s tricky getting up there, though; hardly any street signs out that way.”

The men were nice enough to give you directions once they were done ribbing you, and you promptly thanked them and trotted back out to the truck, all the while hoping the growing wind chill masked the blush spread across your face.

You drove back up the main street, up towards the cliffs at the top of the town's skyline. The woods grew more dense, crowding the road as the streetlights became more scarce. The truck wound its way up a woody drive, the trees finally peeling away to a clearing that revealed an immaculate, old Victorian. You found yourself gawking at the spires and weathervanes decorating the roof as you approached the porch. For some implacable reason, you felt a bit dumb ringing the doorbell of this perfect stranger in the middle of nowhere late at night. A ray of light hit the lawn from the upper level of the house as a curtain was pulled open. It took a couple of excruciating minutes for the figure in the window to warily approach the door, and then you were confronted with Jisung sizing you up on the threshold, surprised and looking much cozier than the other night dressed in a pullover and sweats.

“What’re you—”

“How did I get home last night?”

Jisung bit his in-progress retort to a pause and sighed. He stepped aside and presented the entryway to you. “It’s freezing out there. You can come inside and I'll explain.”

You thought about it, fingers fidgeting as you weighed the options. You stepped across the threshold. Jisung led you into the foyer. You spied a sitting room gathering dust just off the entryway. Jisung started up the staircase, pausing halfway to check if you were following. Cautiously, you stepped up the creaky stairs after him, finding yourself walking into another sitting room up here. Stacks of books surrounded a few pillows sitting on the hearth of the fireplace, across from a plush couch and chaise lounge. Jisung held a hand out, motioning for you to take a seat on the couch while he plopped down on the lounge. You found yourself still taking in the room. A four-poster bed sat in the corner of the sizable space. Jisung caught your attention, watching him watching you observing the room.

“So,” you prodded, “downstairs—”

“It’s in progress,” Jisung replied coolly, “there's a lot to clean up... Now that Mr. Shepherd isn’t using it. Besides, my room’s the warmest in the house right now. Didn't you want to know how you got home?”

You nodded. “All I know is I was talking to you, and then I woke up at my aunt’s house.”

Jisung simply shrugged. “It wasn’t a big deal. You fainted and I carried you back to the truck. We weren't far from the road. I just loaded my bike in the back and found the keys in your pocket. So I drove you back and put you in bed. Your aunt actually passed me on her way to work. She didn’t look like she had any idea, so I figured everything was fine.”

You watched him stiffly. Why did this feel hazardous, like you were crossing a rotting bridge? “Well,” you said carefully, “thank you. I appreciate it. Last night wasn't too fun.”

“It's alright,” Jisung smiled softly, “Mr. Shepherd had fainting spells, too.”

“Oh yeah?” You eyed him pointedly.

“Yeah,” he nodded soberly, “During the daytime. He was sensitive to the sun.” Jisung’s hard gaze matched yours, sizing each other up again. Were you both aware of what neither of you were saying?

“Then I'm extra glad it was you that broke into the store.”

“I passed it when we were being chased but I got cut off in the woods again. So I turned back and there you were. And I'm glad it was you and not someone else.” Jisung’s cryptic expression made the hair on the back of your neck raise, the shadows cast by the fireplace giving any nuance in his face a mysterious edge to it. The heat of the room exaggerated the smell of venison, of sun-kissed buttercups. You shook off whatever oddly inviting sensation this was and got up from the couch and swiftly turned to leave.

“Alright then, now that we cleared up what happened last night, I can get going. Thank—”

“When was the last time you fed?”

You paused, frozen despite the warmth of the fire. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know why you’re hiding,” Jisung got up as well. He took one step closer. You took one step further away. “Again, when was the last time you fed? You went down too fast and too hard for it to have been recently.”

“Why do you care?”

“Look, I'll level with you. I've been a blood bag for years now, running errands for Mr. Shepherd during the day and keeping him fed.”

You watched as he lifted his pullover and the shirt underneath. Illuminated by the fire, you could see where under the line of his ribs, right above the definition of his smooth stomach, laid a thick scar.

“You’re a familiar?” You asked quietly, unbelieving. You'd heard about familiars, but only in books. They were hardly ever purported to still be around. Nevertheless, Jisung nodded as he dropped his shirt back down.

“I mean, if you want to get formal about it, sure. But what I really was, was his friend. He took care of me. I would've done anything for him.”

This made sense, now that you thought about it. An offbeat working relationship and friendship like any other, just with this added element to it.

“Alright. So I'm reading you correctly. You’re offering—”

“I’m offering to help you.”

Your fingers twitched at the thought. You’d been getting increasingly hungrier since you came to town, but with that sensation came unease. This condition had brought you nothing but trouble. “Then tell me why you want to help me?”

“Because I want your help in return.”

The answer was so simple but nowhere near satisfying. You scoffed before you could stop yourself. “Oh, so a trade? And why should I help you?”

Jisung pushed a hand back through his hair. “You’ve dealt with these guys before. You’re smart. You can help me figure out what they’re doing and why.”

“And why would I want to do that?”

“Look,” Jisung said quietly. He took one step closer. You stood your ground. “I've lost my best friend. Our business is in shambles. I have a chance to fix that, but I still can’t fix everything. This is all I have, trying to get back what’s rightfully mine and finding out why Mr. Shepherd had to die the way he did. It wasn’t humane. It wasn’t fair.”

The look in Jisung’s eyes nearly made your heart crumble. He truly was broken over this, and you couldn't blame him one bit. He took another step closer. You still held your ground. You could hear the waver in both of your breathing.

“My whole life has been turned on its head,” he continued, “I'm sure you can relate. Helping Mr. Shepherd was part of my routine, my consistency, and that included feeding. And now it’s gone. Now I just live in a house that's too big and the walls are full of ghosts. Let me help you. If not for getting back what we lost, then to help me regain some control over my life.”

Jisung took another step closer. You took two steps back. This felt unfair to ask of you. It felt too big, too serious. You suddenly felt like a giant fool for coming out here. Not just to this house, but to the coast. Figure you did find Chan, what could he do? Would he really just tell you everything you wanted to know? This was dumb and reckless.

“I'm sorry,” you murmured, turning heel and rushing down the stairs, leaving Jisung in your wake as you ran to the truck. You refused to look back as you caught him in your peripheral, watching you from the porch as you swung the truck back around and went flying down the drive.

Back at the house, you sat on the bed by the window, watching the sun just begin to rise as you pensively sipped the last of some tea. You crawled under the covers, deep in thought. Did you want to let sleeping dogs lie?

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Waking up the following night was much more graceful, considering you laid down for a rest before sun-up. Following this method, you've found you could maintain a sort of sleep schedule that felt like your old life. You were still horribly preoccupied. You were almost a ghost, drifting around the house and aimlessly distracting yourself from your growing hunger and the constant stream of thoughts running through your head. Could you take Jisung up on his offer? Would that be any good for you, or him for that matter? Should you just go back to school? Did you even want to find Chan anymore?

One of these questions were answered as you sipped your first cup of coffee in bed, attempting to read and feel productive. You were startled as you heard a sound you hadn't heard since high school: a pebble bouncing off your window. Your fingers nervously peeled back the curtain, uncertain that you were really seeing what you were seeing.

Chan.

You crashed around the room, throwing on some jeans under your comfy flannel shirt and pulled on your coat. You ran downstairs as quietly as you could, tugging on your boots all the way. As you stepped out on the lawn, he looked so natural, just sitting on the rear bumper of the truck. You paused, taking in the sight of each other in the cold silence of the night before he rose to his feet.

“I knew you’d be here,” he smiled breathlessly. He took one step closer; the only signal you needed. You closed the short distance in an instant, your arms flung around his neck in moments. He held you tight, his nose buried in the crook of your neck and breathing you in before you took his face in your hands. A new scar had appeared under his eye, moving in next door to the one still healing on the bridge of his nose. Even though you had imagined this moment over and over, you never expected Chan to take your face in his hands as well and eagerly press a chaste kiss to your lips. The sensation made your heart leap in your chest but you excused it, refusing to get too excited over what was probably just an impulse.

You led him over to the porch swing and sat him down. His grabby hands reached back for you and pulled you down onto his lap. His fingers wandered your thighs and hips as he looked up at you expectantly. He didn’t look as if he could tell you had almost too many questions. In fact, he looked more like this was just a fun date. Well, you figured, if you wanted answers, you’d have to start somewhere. “What do you mean, you knew I'd be here?”

Chan looked down, absently focusing on his hands on your waist. “Me and the others split up around town to lay low. We move camps every two or three nights. We were right out there—” he explained, pointing out towards the dense woods flanking the property to the east, “when I saw you come home with your aunt that first night. But I didn't feel safe. I wasn't sure if you wanted to see me after what happened at the library.”

It was your turn to get lost in your staring, this time at his pulse beating in his neck. You shook yourself out of it. “For a second there, I was thinking the same thing.”

Chan nearly cooed for how gently he poked you in the ribs. “Oh, come on now. After what we did that night, how could I not want to see you?” Your spine went rigid despite the set of hips under yours teasingly bucking up against you. Chan was oblivious, instead taking notice of his bandana poking out of the pocket of your coat. “Wait, is that mine?” He marveled. “What the hell? That’s so cute. You’re so cu—”

“What do you mean, after what we did that night?”

Chan scoffed lightheartedly despite your hard lean away. “Awh, come on, I'm just joking.”

You rose with a start, making him jump. “You’re joking? I’m not,” you said briskly. “I come here on some wild chance that I'll find you and, if not, at least try to get over that night back at the library. I want some closure and you just want to relive a good lay.”

“Come on,” Chan rolled his eyes, “that’s hardly what I meant. Besides, it wasn’t even the sex I was referring to. It was the feeding.”

“Fine,” you crossed your arms impatiently, “Let’s talk about the feeding. Namely, what the others were doing while it happened.”

Chan shifted uncomfortably on the swing. “I don't know.”

You laughed out loud, getting Chan to jump again. “Oh bullshit you don't know. Why the library? What did you steal?”

“I don't know. It doesn't matter.” His gaze hardened, watching you cautiously as his fists clenched and unclenched.

“If it doesn't matter, then help me steal it back.”

“Excuse me?” Chan stood now, glaring down at you. Maybe he realized how reckless he was being, getting caught up in you like this. You stepped closer to him.

“Don't act offended. You dragged me into this by letting me live,” you laughed meanly, stabbing a finger into his chest, “I feel used and lost and my pride is hurt, and I want to do what's right. Help me steal it back, whatever it is.”

Chan exhaled hard. “I honestly don’t know. The others won’t tell me. And I'm not going to help you steal it back.”

“Why not?” You asked rigidly.

“Because this is critical. I want to take these guys down. You want that, too, don’t you? Then I have to let them get away with it for a bit.”

“Fine,” you sighed, “then why prove to me that you’re here? I'm sure you figured I'd want some answers.”

“I—” Chan looked away, suddenly nervous, “I meant it about the feeding. I've been thinking about it ever since. It’d never happened to me before, but it definitely never sounded like that when people described it to me, and the closer to the full moon we get, the crazier I get about it. I feel like I'm fucking mad about it, mad about you.”

You cursed your gut for igniting at the sight of how much you could see Chan meant it. Your hunger alone almost made you fall for it, let alone everything that attracted you to him that first night. However, you tried to remain focused, instead trying to see the almost pathetic desperation, the cloying affection masking his near-addiction. If he wanted you as anything more than that, you were confident he wouldn't even know for himself unless you gave in to him first. And you didn't want to give in to him.

“Come on,” Chan pleaded, “please.” He took your hand, leading it to cradle his face again. His fingers guided yours back, back around to his hair at the nape of his neck where he led you to grip him roughly. “Help me,” he begged, “you can be in charge. I'll do whatever you want.”

“Then get out of here,” you said, trying your hardest to sound firm.

“Baby, please—” Chan whined.

“No. I'm not your baby. And if you're not helping me then I'm not helping you. Now leave, or I will.”

“Don't leave,” Chan ordered desperately, changing tactics as he grabbed your wrist. You wrenched it away and stepped off the porch.

“Fine,” you snapped, “you get one more chance. Ready?”

Chan looked at you expectantly, eyes practically glistening at the prospect.

“If you won't tell me what those assholes stole from the library, tell me what they stole from the bookstore. Tell me what they stole from Mr. Shepherd.”

And the shine in Chan’s eyes was gone. “So now you're caught up in that, too?”

You laughed again, now too impatient to care how mean you sounded. “Caught up in that? It’s not the latest town gossip or something. There’s a literal crime scene down on main street. He’s dead, Chan, and that doesn’t just affect him. People cared about him, and good people at that. Tell me what you stole.”

Chan’s fists clenched firmly by his sides. “I can’t tell you,” he said quietly.

“Alright then. Come back when you want to help me,” you affirmed. Chan watched helplessly as you climbed into the truck and started it. He vanished in your rearview as you tore off down the drive. You drove furiously, unsure of what to do and what to expect from him now.

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You pulled the truck down the alley behind the bookshop, stomping the brake and squinting in the dark for any sign of Jisung’s bike. The alley was empty and quiet, devoid of the motorbike as you searched around. You tested the doorknob at the rear entrance for the bookshop, momentarily surprised as it softly clicked open. Fair enough, you supposed, makes sense. What’s the worst that could happen? The store could get robbed all over again?

The door creaked as you cautiously let yourself in, gently shutting it behind you and taking in the shop’s backroom. The space was crowded, cozy, with spare stock lining the floor and shelves surrounding a small roll-top desk with accounting ledgers and notebooks on it. A single lamp barely illuminated the space in here. You leaned in to inspect the desk when a small sound in a minor breeze caught your attention. You turned your head to the source: a broken line of caution tape at the door that lead to the shop proper.

Stepping inside, you were immediately taken with the smell of aged books, but not without a faintly menacing hint of blood. The shop was surprisingly stuffed considering its wares and how small the space appeared to be. There could be books spanning centuries in here but it would still take you weeks — maybe even months — to figure that out for yourself. The store was truly intimate, a winding maze of shelves that gave way to a comfortable couch and some easy chairs gathered around a coffee table at the back of the floor. Like any good place to read a book, it felt like you could escape and unwind here. That is, before the place had been trashed.

The destruction was mostly contained at the center of the shop floor, but that still encompassed multiple shelves of books. Ripped pages and bindings joined ravaged books on the floor, some still dotted with errant specks of blood. You carefully stepped around the mess and found yourself at the counter. The rest of the lights were off in the store, save for one lonely floor lamp standing guard over the register, the thick shade casting just enough light over the countertop and wall behind it. A framed photo hanging there quickly caught your attention and you stooped in to inspect: a tiny, jolly old man, his crinkled eyes turned up in a smile as he had an arm slung around Jisung’s shoulders right where you stood. The caption penned in the corner of the photo in pointy script read, “J’s first day as partner.” You were suddenly incredibly curious as to how old this vampire had been. Really, Mr. Shepherd looked old enough to be Jisung’s natural grandfather, which made your chest ache. What had happened for him to turn at such an old age? More photos sat on the shelf beneath the picture frame. Jisung posing with his new motorbike, Jisung by himself pointing at their new sign that proudly proclaimed reinstated daytime hours, Mr. Shepherd smiling next to a new computer and a load of new books he never thought he could get from all over the world. A memo pad sat next to the photos, right under the phone hanging on the wall. You picked it up as you noticed the last date was fairly recent, and held it close to read in the dim store. Scrawled on top, indented with the ghosts of previous notes that had been written before, was Jisung’s chaotically neat print.

Shep,

Forgot to grab the mail today. I'll be right back to do inventory with you.

-J

“You know, that was the first time I ever forgot to grab the mail,” came a sullen laugh behind you. You whirled around, catching Jisung standing down the aisle in the doorway to the backroom. He was back in his worn denim jacket, this time over a well-used hoodie. The sudden panic in your chest dulled. “It’s weird,” he continued pensively, “how tiny things can have these giant consequences. I slept in, so I was running late, so I didn’t go to the post office, so I had to get the mail that night when I remembered... so I wasn't here. I should've been here.”

“Jisung…” You started, but you had no idea how to continue. Jisung took a tentative step over the threshold onto the shop floor.

“It's just bizarre, you know?” He continued, half-heartedly caressing spines of books as he passed. “You live this normal enough life, and something happens because of the tiniest thing and you feel like you'll never be the same again.”

“I get that,” you empathized, kneeling down to a scattered pile of books on the floor and picking them up. He watched, almost shocked that anyone could even begin to clean this mess he'd been avoiding. “You go on the wrong date,” you continued, “and the rest of your life changes and you never get to experience noon again. You swing back by the office to grab something you forgot, and you almost get whisked away by a pack of wolves.”

Jisung finally stopped watching, now squatting down next to you to help make the smallest dent in the carnage of the store. “So even after they robbed you, they almost took you?” He shook his head in muted anger. “Sounds about right.”

The hair on the back of your neck bristled. That sentiment sounded familiar. “They’re not all bad. They’re just as lost as we are. One of them convinced the rest to leave me behind. I was sort of hoping I'd find him out here. He was a good guy.”

“Well he must've moved on. One of them killed Mr. Shepherd. The rest watched. No good guys to be seen.”

You pictured the shadow of the wolf that had finally ordered the rest of the pack to leave you that night at the library. The book in your hand slipped from your fingertips, the thud on the floor making you jump. “I thought you weren't here.”

“I wasn’t. By the time I got here, he was already practically... dead.” He struggled with the words, the quiver in his quiet voice not helping much. “I got here in time to watch him die. So I may as well have not been here at all.”

You stacked the rest of the books that had sat in your arm, alphabetically by author’s last name by your feet on the floor. You hadn’t thought to ask Jisung how the store was organized, instead just doing what made sense at the moment to get things a little less chaotic. Books were easy. People, as a general rule, weren't. You found yourself unsure of how to help make Jisung a little less chaotic himself. What felt right was to gently place your hand on his between picking up books. He paused, just experiencing the sensation for a moment.

“How long have you been like this?” He asked thoughtfully.

“Only a couple of years,” you shrugged.

“Really?” Jisung’s eyes brightened with a surprised smile. “You’re practically a newborn!”

You'd laughed about it, your hand still lingering on his as you both moved to sit and relax on the floor now that there was a little more room.

“Was it hard to adjust? Mr. Shepherd would tell me he didn’t remember what it was like starting out.” Jisung still held onto your hand, now absently playing with your fingers. To be honest, you didn’t mind it.

You thought back. It felt like decades had passed since that first night. “I cried a lot,” you smirked darkly, “I grieved, you know? And you know the worst part?”

“What?”

“That asshole never called me back like he said he would.”

That did it. Jisung relaxed, letting out a hearty laugh that you hadn't heard yet. Now that you heard it, you just wanted to hear it again.

“Don't get me started,” you continued with a grin, “I hadn't even thought about those growing pains again until just now, and for good reason, apparently. The first time I fed was a disaster.”

“Oh god,” Jisung chuckled, “did you have anyone to help you learn the ropes?”

“Not yet,” you admitted, breathless as Jisung’s laughter pulled more from you as well until he paused. The shift in his focus was stark. You were taken aback as Jisung pulled your hand to turn you more towards him where you both sat on the floor. He lifted a hand to your face, softly cupping your cheek. The scent of venison and spring buttercups flooded your senses and you almost felt dizzy taking him in. You observed him curiously as he gently pulled at your cheek to look at your eyes.

“What are you—”

“Look how glazed over your eyes are,” he noted casually, now gingerly turning your chin to get a better look, “You still haven't fed since I last saw you.”

“Well, I— I mean that I— No. Not I haven't,” you admitted sheepishly, painfully embarrassed as you already felt the points of your canines threatening to emerge at the mere mention of feeding.

“Come on,” Jisung nudged you. “Let me help.”

“Jisung—” you began warily.

“Trust me. Please?”

The last time a guy asked you to trust them, you’d fallen down this entire rabbit hole. However, Jisung felt genuine to you. You nodded, nearly smitten with how his eyes lit up before you leaned in closer. Your breath barely ghosted over his jugular when he jumped.

“Wait— what are you doing?”

You leaned away fast, terrified that you may have scared him. “What do you mean, what am I doing?”

“You mean,” Jisung babbled, “you really do… That?” Eyes wide, he vaguely gestured towards his neck.

Now you were just confused. “Alright, Mr. Blood Bag, how did Mr. Shepherd do it?”

“Well, I mean, he didn’t want to make it weird for me. I showed you what he did.”

Recalling the other night, you brazenly reached for the bottom of Jisung’s shirt, startling him into falling back against the bookshelf. You rose back to your knees in hopes of getting a better look. He watched curiously as you inspected and pored over the scar before setting his shirt back down.

“So, you've never had it any other way?” You asked, almost unbelieving. Jisung simply shook his head, still observing you. “I’m trusting you. Do you trust me?” At this he nodded. You inhaled deep through your nose to balance out your breath, catching the pulse in Jisung’s throat hinting that he was trying to do the same. If he'd never had it this way, you figured, then he deserved a nice first time. You leaned forward, between his spread knees where he leaned back on the floor so that you were right back where you started, your breath hot on his throat. Jisung shivered as the tips of your canines grazed over his skin and you placed a soft hand on the other side of his neck to hold him steady. “Inhale,” you quietly instructed in his ear, wanting to do whatever you could to make this good for both of you. Jisung nodded intrepidly and you waited to hear, to feel him take in a good lungful of air before you sank your extended teeth into his skin.

His first gasp nearly set you on fire, finding it endearing as he clutched your arm for support in his shock. You were energized by such a positive sign, and even more so as he failed to bite back a low groan. The first layer of blood on your tongue hit you harder than you predicted, an uncontrollable moan from your craving escaping you and making Jisung freeze against you. In just that instant, both yours and his hands reached, grabbing onto each other as you gained more firm purchase over the skin of his neck. You weren’t seeing stars like you had with Chan, but something about the near innocence of your embrace invigorated you.

Growing dizzy in the high that blood this fresh always gave you, you felt emboldened as you crawled into his lap on the floor of the bookshop. You pulled away from Jisung’s neck, practically coming up for air. He looked up at you with something akin to impressed adoration, his own glazed eyes mirroring your own now. Swept up in all this spontaneity, you found yourself leaning in, following some force that was pulling you together — that is, until the distinct sound of a sniffle and a shaky breath perked your ears up.

“Jisung?” You asked quietly, trying to get him to look at you. “Are you al-”

“What, am I alright?” Jisung chuckled flippantly, “Yeah, I'm fine.”

You slid off of his lap, watching as he turned away. He roughly pulled the sleeve of his jacket across his face.

“Jisung—” you lightly chided, surprised as he got to his feet. He paced the floor, pushing a hand through his hair and trying to calm himself down.

“I'm fine,” he insisted with a grin. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and sigh, getting to your feet as well and following him as his pacing carried him down the aisle. You gently grabbed his hand and turned him around, pulling your handkerchief out of your coat pocket and blotting up some of the blood still wet on his neck. He stiffly pulled away like a kid from their mother when they try to pat down a cowlick.

“You’re not fine; you’re upset.” You lamented, trying not to get distracted by how appealing the congealing blood on his neck looked.

“I'm not upset, I'm angry,” he grumbled.

“Maybe you should be upset. You can't just be angry.”

Jisung batted your hand away with an exhausted laugh. “It’s not that easy.”

“What, confronting your feelings? It’s not supposed to be all the time. That’s why it’s called a confrontation.”

He side-eyed you, apparently relieved that you could keep up with him. His shoulders softened as he let out a deep sigh. Swiftly, he pulled away from you once more. He paced a few more steps to the end of the aisle, head hanging, before he stopped. You could see as he defeatedly shook his head from behind.

“I guess I haven't let myself admit that I'm really fucking lonely now,” he let out a tired chuckle, “I never realized how spending so much time around someone really affects you until they're gone. So with you around, and doing this… I guess it’s a little overwhelming.”

“Jisung,” you light-heartedly admonished as you gently took his hand again and pulled him around to look at you, “if I had realized sooner then we could've stopped. I got greedy. You gave me more than enough to get me through. I just, sort of — I dunno, I like being around you; I feel like you understand where I'm coming from, and I got carried away, and —” You let out a muffled squeak, your rambling cut short by Jisung’s hands cupping your face and his lips finding yours in the dark. You reactively pressed your hands to his chest and pushed him back. Jisung stared, embarrassed and just a bit confused.

“Oh,” he blinked, “I'm sorry. I was just — like a minute ago when you were feeding, I thought — I mean I was going to —”

You couldn’t help but grin, content enough with Jisung's apparently innocent intentions to match your own. You didn't need a soulmate or a boyfriend, you just needed someone to be close to for a bit, something you felt like Jisung understood despite his shock as you grabbed onto the collar of his jacket and yanked him close, kissing him with vigor as you fell back against the bookshelf. Jisung’s arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you close to him as he stepped back.

“Come on,” he urged against your lips, “you don’t have to cut yourself off; I can do more.”

He stepped back again, tripping back onto the couch in the reading nook at the back of the store and pulling you down on top of him as you kissed.

“Jisung,” you countered nervously, “I really think I'm fine, it’s enough for now--”

You were interrupted once again as Jisung scratched at the drying wound on his neck, getting it exposed again and dipping a thumb into it.

“Come on,” he pleaded again, “don’t lie to me. You need it. I need it.”

Before you could protest, his fingers delicately but firmly cupped your face, his thumb tracing the line of your bottom lip and smudging a drop of blood along it. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end. The sensation raged through you and you could practically feel your eyes dilate as your lips closed around his thumb, sucking it dry before releasing. Reluctantly, you pushed yourself away and sat up on his lap, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. His hands reached after you, holding onto your thighs as if he were afraid you were going to run away.

“Sorry,” he breathed, “I need it so badly. I need you so badly.”

“I know,” you empathized, “I just don’t want to get carried away.”

“You won’t.”

“And if I do?” You insisted.

“Then I'll stop you. It’ll be fine.”

You chewed on your lip, weighing the consequences. Your eyes wandered over Jisung, his chest rising and falling with each shaking, desperate breath. He looked up at you, eyes pleading and adoring and so, so needy. The unmistakable feeling of a developing erection pressed up against you where your hips met, and it only served to cloud your judgement further. Your eyes darted from the wound on his neck, leaking down onto his hoodie, to his lips slightly parted with each bated breath, to his eyes anxiously waiting for you to decide. And you decided.

You were still hungry.

Your fingers delicately brushed his fringe out of his eyes, caressing his face before stroking your fingers back into his hair and roughly gripping him. He grunted as you guided his head to the side, opening up the access you had to the expanse of his neck. His breathing almost stopped entirely as your teeth grazed his skin, his hands clutching tight onto your waist. When you finally pierced through him for only the second time of the night, you both moaned, grabbing onto each other and practically shivering in pleasure. Blood washed warm over your tongue, nearly making you whimper from finally satisfying your hunger. And, thankfully, you didn't feel yourself overdoing it. For as much as you eagerly scratched and languidly lapped at Jisung’s neck, you thankfully found the bloodlust in your gut die down. And, for as much as you worked him over, he let you do it. He held fast onto you, groaning and hissing through the intermittent pain. His hips rolled up against yours as you fed, a response you figured he was just as surprised with himself. Something sparked in the back of your mind, making up for the lack of stars you’d seen when you'd fed on Chan, a ghost, a shadow loosely resembling affection for the man moaning under you. It was odd to feel connected like this, to be so comfortable with someone you hardly knew, but you wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.

Jisung’s hands stayed firmly around your waist until you guided them to the buttons of your flannel shirt. “Wait,” he chuckled nervously, “are you sure--”

“We’re not done yet. This is still open,” you explained as you playfully poked him in the open wound on his neck, making him jump and curse, “and besides. I want it. I want you.”

He couldn’t resist, just as you couldn't before, and he slid your coat off of you before he resumed what you had led him to do with your shirt. Jisung carefully unbuttoned your shirt and slipped it off of you, immediately taking notice of your skin raising in goosebumps as he admired you. A basket sat on the floor by the couch and he quickly excused himself for just a moment to lean over and rummage through it and grab a blanket to drape over your shoulders before he unzipped his hoodie. He shimmied out of his jacket underneath you and worked off his shirt, these joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor as you both kicked off your boots. You huddled under the blanket with him, the warmth of his breath on your neck mirroring yours as you nuzzled against him. Your fingers danced along his collarbones and down his smooth chest.

“How many other girls get to enjoy this blanket?” You teased, giggling against his neck with him as you lazily licked up the rest of the blood you'd let out for yourself.

“Excuse you,” he laughed, “I happen to like reading on this couch when there's no customers, and I like to be comfy while doing so, thank you very much.”

“And how often are there no customers?”

“We sell used and rare books in a tourist town on the beach. When are there ever customers? Why do you think I can afford to take my time cleaning up around here?” You shared a laugh together before you pulled his lips to yours again, your tongues mingling in a way that made him moan deep. When you finally pulled back, the blood that you'd smeared against his mouth contrasted against his skin in the prettiest way.

“Well then,” you offered, the lilt in your voice hinting at things to come, “maybe once we’re done here we can work on cleaning up some more.”

“I’d really like that,” he replied breathlessly, gasping as he felt your hand search under the blanket for his hard-on. “You seem like you know what you’re doing,” he smirked.

“It’s useful to know what you’re doing when you're trying to get what you want.” You sat back, now further down on his thighs as you worked his belt and jeans open. Your hands traveled up the lines of his taut stomach, making you both wince as your fingers brushed over the thick scar on his ribs. “Are you alright?” You asked softly.

He nodded heavily, almost like he was refusing to get emotional again in a moment like this. “Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just really glad you're here. Helps me stay focused.” Just as you were about to question what exactly he was focused on, Jisung’s hands suddenly found purchase on the waistband of your jeans, pushing them down and apparently trying to remember to breathe as he came across your panties underneath. You backed up off of his lap, shrugging off the blanket for a moment as you shuffled off your jeans onto the floor as well. A muffled exclamation sprang from him as you laid back on the couch, pulling him on top of you with another kiss. Once he pulled the warm blanket back over the both of you, his hands joined yours in pulling your dampening panties off and dropping them to the floor. Just as he went to push his briefs and jeans further down, you stopped him.

“Both of us don’t have to freeze to do this,” you smirked, “now keep me warm.”

Jisung grinned as he nodded and kissed you again, one of his hands traveling between your bodies to see just how wet you were getting for him. Pleased, he tested his hard length in his grip before you felt it nudge up against your entrance. You gasped as he smoothly slid inside you, Jisung’s warm hands all over you as he slowly, almost lovingly thrust into you. Your hands wrapped around him, your nails occasionally digging into his back when he thrust a little more roughly.

“Jisung,” you pleaded, “fuck me.”

“Anything,” he reassured you, “anything you want.”

“Awh,” you cooed, “anything?”

“Anything,” he reaffirmed, “you’re a fucking princess for how much I'd give you.”

Jisung was nearly too lost in his rough thrusts against you, but he still noticed the small grimace you made at the pet name. His hips slowed. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you grinned after shaking yourself out of it, “I’m just glad you’re here. You keep me focused, too.”

Jisung nodded, his smile matching yours as he tipped your chin up to kiss him again. He pulled you up against him, sitting back on the couch and setting you on his lap. You held him tight, one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hair as you rocked your hips against his. Your pert nipples caught his attention from where you sat on his lap, his arms wrapped tight around your waist as he closed his lips on your breast. A shiver ran up your spine at the apparently intimate gesture. You almost felt light-headed, the first hints of an orgasm coming to mind when Jisung leaned you back enough just to press a thumb to your clit as you rode him.

“Mmph, Jisung,” you whined for him, “you think you can cum with me?”

“No, no, wait,” he breathed, “bite me again--”

“Again?” You asked, grabbing onto his shoulders to help even out your quickened pace on his warm cock.

“Yeah,” he nodded desperately, “it felt amazing. It hurts in the best way.”

You sighed, considering if you even really wanted to say no before nodding and kissing his forehead. You leaned back, the cool fabric of the old couch meeting your back once more as you pulled him back down on top of you. Jisung kissed your hungrily, his hips bucking hard against yours as he continued massaging your clit. This time, as he moved his head aside, his lips found your neck and you simpered, loving the way he so gently pressed kisses to your pulse and grazed his teeth over your skin.

One of your ankles hooked back over his hip, your other leg spread wide so he could keep rubbing you closer to orgasm as you caressed his head to the side. Your hunger satiated, your teeth wouldn’t extend much by just willing them to, but you were still able to sink enough of the tips into his fresh wound. The sensation alone moved you to the precipice of your climax, the way Jisung tensed against you enough to push you over the edge. You pulled him to you for another brutal kiss, the copper taste of blood smearing against both your tongues as you whined into your orgasm. His hips faltered, his hand clutching tight onto you as he came along with you. Jisung’s cum flowed hot into you while he held you close, gasping for breath and whispering thanks and gratitude and sweet nothings in your ear until his hips finally stilled.

The both of you stayed like that, holding each other close until Jisung slowly eased out of you. He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead -- everywhere as you smiled and took it.

“Did we really take that long?” He asked incredulously, peering out at the tall windows peeking out over the tops of the shelves at the front of the store. Over the thick valances, the first hints of orange were starting to streak in through the window.

“Oh, shit,” you grumbled, “do I have time to get home?”

Jisung rummaged around in the pile of clothes on the floor to find his phone and checked to make sure. He shook his head as he found your phone as well and handed it to you. Sure enough, you didn’t hear your phone buzzing on silent as the alarm went off.

“What do I do?” You lamented.

Jisung leapt to his feet as he began pulling his clothes back on. “You can crash here,” he gladly offered. “I'll do the same thing I did the other night and sneak the truck back to your aunt’s. If the truck is there she’ll probably just assume you’re in your room anyhow.” He shrugged on his hoodie and jacket before you stopped him.

“Wait,” you laughed, “you’re a damn mess.” You spied a scarf on the coat rack by the counter and grabbed it before wrapping it around his neck to cover the bites and blood. “So,” you prodded, “I crash here and you get the truck back… Then what?”

“Then I'll take care of my usual errands and get a head start on cleaning the shop before nightfall. Besides, maybe once I get some inventory done in here I can finally figure out what all was stolen.”

“Yeah,” you nodded with a smile, “that actually sounds great. I'd really like that.”

Jisung grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders before rummaging through your coat on the floor for the keys. “I’d better hurry; I want to get back to the diner and get some coffee before the day waitress comes.” And, with that, he kissed your cheek before rushing out the backdoor.

You bundled up in the blanket, contemplating how much you wanted to get dressed again before falling asleep as the sun slowly crept through the window. Outside, the truck rattled to life and slowly sputtered down the alley, not getting enough time to warm up. The blanket smelled thick with Jisung’s scent, making that oddly affectionate tug in your gut feel stronger. The cozy space of the bookshop felt that much cozier at dawn, welcoming the warm surroundings as you sat back on the couch when you heard a clatter in the back room. You sprang to your feet, the tiredness already starting to weigh you down as you stepped closer to see what must have fallen over. That is, if whatever fell over happened to smell like veal, like mahogany and fires on the beach.

“Well, it sure smells like you've been here--” Came a voice from the back room. You stiffened, hand tight on your phone.

Chan stepped into the shop. You took two steps back.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, eyes narrowed.

“The better question,” Chan laughed, “is who leaves the back door unlocked? I was grabbing a bite to eat and remembered you mentioned the old man and the bookstore, so I thought I'd look for you here. Sure enough, the back door is open and all I smell is you.” He circled closer, eyeing you up and down in your blanket. “And you’ve been busy, I see,” he pouted, “is that why you wouldn’t give it to me?”

“That’s none of your business,” you spat, lacking the proper strength at the moment to struggle as he grabbed onto you and pulled you close.

“Princess,” he cooed, “baby, please, just feed on me and I'll be good.”

“I'm all full, but thanks anyways,” you glared at him. He leaned back, stunned and disgusted.

“Who the fuck--”

“Hey!” Came Jisung’s voice from the front door, the bell at the front signaling an arrival. You struggled against Chan now, who just stood his ground and clamped a hand over your mouth. Sleep threatened to take hold any moment now. “You know, locking the back door might be a good idea now that there’s someon--”

Jisung froze at the end of the aisle. The two men stared each other down before Chan finally let you go. You stumbled back a step.

“The shopkeeper’s lackey?!” He laughed boisterously, “You won't give it to me all of a sudden, but you’ll give it to him?”

Chan let out another mean laugh before Jisung suddenly drove forward the few steps it took to tackle into Chan’s chest. Both men fell to the floor as you sank down onto the couch, exhausted and fading fast. Jisung had the upper hand in making the first move, pinning Chan under him and landing blow after blow on him. Chan cursed wildly and attempted to fight him off.

“You goddamn son of a bitch,” Jisung roared, “you fucking murderer!”

You sprang to your feet, desperate to help, but both men only turned to notice in time for you to collapse.

You slept.

[To be continued.]

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[seven-oomen]

I think you know I would not be me if I didn't request DILF Club or Peter/Noah (or maybe Chris/Noah for a little adventure) for the Ultimate Ship Meme thing. 😆 But only if you feel like it. That champagne sounds like the "sparkling" grape juices in fancy bottles they have everywhere this time of year. I almost got some, but I still have a tiny bottle of prosecco I'll probably just have instead. Maybe if I drink a little I'll finally write some. 😅 Hope you're feeling better! - B

Consider I got two DILF club requests for this meme, I’ll do the OUAT verse for this one and another verse for the other ask. XD 

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OT3 to rule all other OT3s

How long will they last? For eternity, even death doesn’t part them.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? It was a bit of a process the first year, it wasn’t instant love. Though the connection was there due to the soulmate bond. Especially Chris took his time to allow himself to love. The first one to fall was Peter, he fell for Noah first, then Noah fell for Peter. When Chris came into their lives, Peter realized he loved him during one of their Nemeton visits. Noah followed a few weeks later. Chris was the last to fall for both of them.

How was their first kiss? Sweet, a little sloppy, and Chris bumped his head at least twice while giggling. Much to Peter and Noah’s amusement.

Wedding:

Who proposed? Peter did, at the Nemeton when he gave them their Triskelion Necklace parts.

Who is the best man/men? Derek is the best man, the groomsmen are Jackson and Stiles. Ben was their ring bearer.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? Melissa is their best ma’am. Allison and Malia are the bride's maids.

Who did the most planning? Peter did, he choose all the fashion, the venue, paid for the wedding, got the caterer and the florist. (though Chris tried to pay for things as did Noah, but Peter wouldn’t have it. They bought the rings and Peter’s suit for him as ‘retaliation’. Chris and Noah also planned a little song called here comes the sun that their pack, friends, and family sang to them as they walked down the aisle with Peter. Noah played the guitar for the occasion with Malia.)

Who stressed the most? Chris, he’s the internal stresser of the group and he had a few panic attacks while trying to get everything in place. Noah was a close second.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (They rented a place, invited closest friends and family but kept it on the down-low.)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? Kate, Gerard, Elias, and one other person who shall not be named yet.

Sex:

Who is on top? They switch, all of them like to top and bottom and they’re not picky on who gets to be on top/bottom. Things just happen.

Who is the one to instigate things? Usually Peter, but Chris or Noah (especially when they team up) can be real degenerates as well.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now (They’re not shy about their sex life and very much enjoy each other’s bodies and closeness. It’s a great way for them to strengthen their relationship.)

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head (They’re into toys, bondage, breeding kinks, biting/marking, dom/sub play, public sex, and some other milder kinks, nothing too crazy but also not too vanilla.)

How long do they normally last? Depends, if they’re fired up and excited they might not last long, 5-10 min, but if they go slow and steady they might also last for 30-60m. Or well, Peter will last that long, Noah and Chris both recover fairly fast and can go multiple times in a row.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? They try to get Chris and Noah to come an equal amount of times, Peter is just happy to see them come and since he can come once and then needs 10-20m to recover. (I know werewolves have healing but his senses need a break) So he tries to make them come often and then comes once or twice himself.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. (It really depends on their mood)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? Between the three of them? 8 in this universe. Twins: Allison & Jackson, Stiles & Malia, Adeline & Mikhail, and the singles: Ben, TBN (Currently named Kaya but that might change)

How many children will they adopt? They fostered Isaac, and unofficially adopted Erica and Danny. (Boyd is part of the pack though, but since he’s mated to Erica at some point it feels weird to say they adopted him too)

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Peter, and he doesn’t mind it one bit. He didn’t get to change many diapers for Allison & Jackson or Ben, got his fair share of them with Malia & Stiles though. But he doesn’t mind, his mates were pregnant and gave birth, so it only seems fair he needs to step up in the diaper department.

Who is the stricter parent? Chris. Noah tries but is too soft most of the time or too chaotic, and Peter just can’t say no once one of the kids pulls puppy eyes. (Especially Ben. And the others know it.)

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Chris is best at stopping them, Noah tries to but due to his job can’t always keep an eye on them. Peter comes with them to let them explore but safely. He protects them while they do stupid shit.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Chris. He’s got the whole routine down to pat and is a streamlined machine in the mornings. Noah still can’t wrap his head around it.

Who is the more loved parent? The kids had a phase where they preferred Peter, since he’d just come into their lives again, but once that died down they all loved their parents equally. (Jackson would never admit it, but he comes to love Noah as a parental figure. I have something planned for that.)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Peter, he loves to hear how his kids are doing in school and doesn’t mind to absolutely obliterate their teachers if he knows a teacher is picking on his kids. He lives for shit like this as the rich house husband to his two working husbands. Also, the opportunity to brag to Karen about Jackson & Stiles’s grades or Malia’s shop accomplishments, or Allison’s latest political victory in the student council as their vice president (Lydia’s the president, they’re a power couple.) is just too good to pass up.

Who cried the most at graduation? Peter, he finally gets to see a milestone up close and personal for all of his kids. Though Noah is openly crying as well, and Chris has watery eyes. (He keeps it in until they get home and then hugs all the kids while crying.)

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Let’s face it, it’s Noah. He technically has to make sure that the law is upheld, but when it comes to his own kids, he’s not above giving them a pass. Though he’s more lenient towards kids in general. But yeah, Noah will most likely try and bail his kids out. Peter would let them steam for a few hours in a “You got caught, you deal with it.” Kinda way and then bail them out after a few hours. Chris would let them steam for a bit too and then determine how big the offense was before bailing them out.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Chris, he’s the most practiced and most efficient. Though Noah loves to cook Polish food and bread. Peter does it when both of his mates have to work or are too tired to cook. He’s getting better at it.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Peter. Werewolf senses mean he has a fussy pallette. He hates most vegetables for one. Though he has competition in Jackson once Jackson takes the bite, the little shit is a regular Gordon Ramsey.

Who does the grocery shopping? Peter, since Noah and Chris, tend to work during the day and he’s more of a stay-at-home house husband and dad. Chris gives him the lists. That doesn’t stop him from sneaking in snacks and candy for himself, Noah, and the kids.

How often do they bake desserts? At least once a week. Whether it’s for bake sales, PTO meetings, birthdays, weekends, a tryout, there’s always a baked good on the kitchen counter.

Are they more of a meat-lover or a salad eater? Peter and Noah are more Meat lovers. Chris is a mix between the two. He likes salads and meat but doesn’t have a preference over either. Unlike the other two.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Peter, he takes them out to a grill restaurant. It doesn’t have to be fancy, but the quality has to be outstanding. They get their older kids to babysit and let them order anything they want as a reward.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Once again, Peter, I feel like Noah or Chris would be more likely to be home dwellers and Peter’s the one that takes them to bars, musicals, restaurants, malls, etc.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? Noah, he’s not a bad cook, but he gets distracted by everything else and forgets he has pots/pans on the furnace.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Chris or Peter. 

Who is really against chores? Noah forgets to do them sometimes, but I feel like none of them is actually against them. Peter doesn’t like to do them but he likes a clean house, so.

Who cleans up after the pets? They have eight kids, a bunch of werewolves, a banshee, a kitsune, a hellhound, a Seelie, and god knows what else running around on the full moon. You think they have room for a pet??? 

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Peter. If there’s no evidence it never happened. Now come help me clean this up before you papa and poppa get home. Or when it comes to his mates he just speaks softly and forgives. He’s been in a coma for six years, he’s not gonna let anything trivial get to him. Family is everything.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Chris. It’s his training and a bit of an OCD thing. “No, you don't get it Noah my love, EVERYTHING has to be spotless...” Cue Chris running around with a vacuum cleaner and a mop. “It’s just Melissa & Derek for wine night...”

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Chris, and he puts them in the fun jar that they use to reward the kids. Once the jar is full, they go shopping or do another fun activity with the kids. Bad behavior/swearing gets money removed from the jar and into the dad jar. That money is used to give Chris/Peter/Noah an extra outing if the kids were particularly difficult.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Noah is a slut for long showers/baths. It’s his moment of relaxation.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? Noah occasionally walks Peter in his wolf form. At some point, people think Peter is a K9 unit, and Noah rolls with it. Which opens up opportunities for Peter to stay with Noah at work.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Every year they decorate for Christmas, the midwinter solstice/yule, the spring equinox, thanksgiving, Halloween/Samhain.

What are their goals for the relationship? To love and support one another through anything and to keep a fun and raging sex life well into old age. But mostly to love and cherish one another and build each other up just the way they are.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Chris if you let him, training and habit have him up early, but his natural sleep cycle is to sleep like a log and to Noon.

Who plays the most pranks? Noah, he’s a mischievous little shit that loves to pull pranks on people and very sassy to boot. Where do you think Stiles and Malia have that from?

[animeniacss]

6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Prologue - A Day in the Life

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 5.1k words

Prologue - A Day in the Life

Time has the power to change someone, especially when that someone is young. We do dumb things like cut our hair, sneak out of the house when we’re grounded, and lie to our parents that we did it in the first place. We betrayed, we delayed, and we gave lip when we shouldn’t have…

….we date people who we think we’ll spend our lives with, but who end up as nothing more than a distant memory... That might just be the dumbest thing we do when we’re young, and we hope and pray that one time will be the last because that one time was bad enough, and any more would shatter all hope in terms of love. That’s how it was for you, at least.

Now, your dumb things changed from sneaking out of the house to sneaking out of your daughter’s room a bit too loudly and waking her up--from cutting your hair to trying to save money on hers, botching it and giving her a bowl cut, and lying--or trying to at least--to pretend you’re sleeping when your daughter crawls into bed with you, hoping you can get a few more moments in. But she was smart, and she saw right through you.

You were trying to do that right now. However, just like every other time, you were in bed, your four-year-old shifting the mattress in her desperate attempt to get onto the bed and towards you.

“Mommyyy…” she whined. You groaned, closing your eyes as you covered your face with the pillow. “Mommy…”

“Yes, Min?” you hummed, rolling over. Forget those few more minutes, it seemed your day had started. You opened your eyes and saw a little black-haired girl before you, with bangs straight across her forehead, and a tired expression that exposed her gap tooth.

“Hyo Bin…..” she murmured. Adjusting your hearing, you heard something else now. Something high pitched.

Something like a toddler crying and whining. You heard a few whines of “Mamaaaaaa~.”

“Oh jeez…” you grumbled, getting out of bed. You looked at your daughter as you headed out the door with a sprint in your step. “Get dressed, Min Ja!”

This was how most mornings started for you, and it sure as hell didn’t slow down from here. After getting your youngest up and ready, you scrambled to encourage Min Ja to get herself ready. She always delayed, so you’d end up putting your youngest in her carrier, where you were able to see her, before racing to tug a tee shirt and shorts on your eldest daughter.

“I don’t wanna wear this!” she shouted.

“Well, instead of playing with your toys while I got your sister ready, you should have picked out your clothes.” You pulled her shirt over her head and patted her sides. “You can pick an outfit for tonight after we come home for dance.” Though she continued to pout. Your grip on her hand was tight as she followed you out.

“Ooookaaaay…” Scooping up the toddler--who began whining because she dropped her favorite toy on the floor as she was whisked in the air--you raced out the door and down the street. As you did, you began running your day through your head. It was never any different, but you had to do it every time or you were sure to forget something. “Daycare, then work, I gotta grab groceries on the way back, pick up the girls at 4:30, get Min to dance by 5, go home and get dinner all set up so we can be home by 6:30 to eat... baths, bedtime at 8…” you mumbled to yourself, holding your daughter’s hand tightly as you shuffled down the ever-crowded streets of Seoul. “Jesus, I hope the trains don’t delay again.”

The daycare was close by, a fifteen-minute walk with two kids in tow. It was the forty-five-minute train ride that bothered you so much. Every moment you sat in that packed train felt like another moment closer to death. As you headed down the street, mentally reciting your daily chores in your head, you heard Min shout:

“Mommy! There!” You looked towards where he was pointing and saw you were walking right past it. Kids were seen being dropped off by their parents--some crying, others eager to go--with a kiss goodbye before fleeing into the brightly painted building. Slowing your steps, you headed to the front gate.

“Good catch, Min Ja.”

“You almost did it again…” Min giggled. Smiling, you headed over and greeted the owner, a middle-aged woman with graying hair, a full smile, and warm, welcoming air of a grandmother. “Hello~.” She beamed. “Good morning, Min Ja. Hi Hyo Bin.”

“Hi Miss Yun Yun!” Min Ja gasped. You passed Hyo Bin to Yun Yun, and she smiled.

“I’ll try not to be late today. We have dance practice…” you murmured.

“Oh, Min Ja will remind me.” The woman smiled. “We’ll see you later.”

“Okay.” Your eyes fell to your daughter, who was already playing with two other little girls. “Min Ja!” you called. You watched her trot up to you and you knelt down. “4:30. I’ll be here.”

“Okay, Mommy…” she said. You kissed her forehead, and Hyo Bin’s, before heading down the block towards the station.

The good thing about your schedule was that the locations were relatively convenient, aside from the long train ride. There was even a nice cafe right by the station that was basically your second home. The place was owned by a young couple, the wife, named Min Sun, heavily pregnant yet still going strong in her work. The interior was very minimal, probably because it was a self-owned business and most of the money went towards ingredients instead of decor, but that didn’t matter. What they did have, like a wall of pictures displaying all the cafe’s major events from opening to now, or the homemade chandelier that didn’t always work right, but damn if you knew they didn’t work their hardest when making it. The overall warm color scheme of fall colors like reds, oranges, and yellows helped bring the place together, and it made all who entered it feel as if they were entering a warm hug. You stepped into the cafe, the bell ringing to indicate your arrival. You walked to the counter and greeted the owners.

“Hello~.” Min Sun smiled. “The usual? Small coffee with two sugars and a chocolate chip muffin?”

“Make it a large coffee.” You groaned. “I’m so out of it.” Min Sun smiled and got to work on making your order. You stood there, checking the time on your watch as you scratched your head. You were not looking forward to these next few hours. As you waited, you heard the door to the cafe open and the bell rang again. You didn’t glance over, instead of grabbing your coffee and muffin as it was handed to you.

You quickly paid for your food as she read you the total. “Thanks.” As you turned, you locked eyes with the individual that had walked in behind you. He was a few inches taller than you, with short, fluffy black hair. He had a long face, with bright brown eyes that scanned the menu hung up on the wall behind the counter. You must have been staring for too long, because the guy seemed to notice, and turned to you. Jung Hoseok, a blast from your past...and the reason you were where you were in terms of love. When you locked eyes, his widened, and a grin formed on his face. He spoke your name, forming it into a question, as he wasn’t sure what the answer would bring. You smiled.

“Hoseok?” You set your coffee and muffin before two of you quickly embraced in a hug. “Oh my goodness! What a surprise.”

“Tell me about it.” He smiled. “How are you?”

“I’m…okay.” You chuckled. “What about you?”

“Doing great, of course!” He said happily, his high-pitched voice bringing you to a place of nostalgia. You thought back to the last time you heard him speak to you. “I’m surprised we ran into each other like this.” He said.

“Tell me about it…” you looked at him, tucking some hair behind your ear. You weren’t too sure what to say next, it's been about 6 years since you saw each other last. “....What’s it been, six years?” You asked, a bit of shakiness in your voice. Excellent. Hoseok smiled a bit, his lips drawing into the shape of a heart. It made you smile a bit as well. “Yeah.” He said. An awkward silence falls over you, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Mi Sun standing by the counter, a smile on her face as she looked at you. Her eyes read: Oh my, what’s going on here? You felt your cheeks heat up and you looked back at Hoseok, whose eyes had returned to the menu. He quickly placed his order, a coffee with creamer and sugar, then turned back to you.

“We should get together. Catch up.”

 “Oh totally.” you nodded. “Uhm...I don’t really know the next time I’m free, though. Pretty hectic schedule…”

 “I see.” Hoseok looked towards the counter and grabbed a napkin. “Uh, do you have a pen?” He asked Min Sun. She pulled one out of her apron pocket and handed it to him. “Thank you.” He leaned down, scribbling something onto the napkin. You watched, taking a sip of your coffee. As he scribbled, he was humming little random noises, as if he wasn’t in public with people around him sharing curious glances towards him. “Here.” He handed you the napkin. “Call me when you’re free.”

You took the paper in your hands, then glanced back up at him. His smile was back, and you chuckled a bit.

“Okay…” you said. Glancing down at your watch again, your eyes widened. “Crap!” You grabbed your muffin, stuffing the napkin in your pocket.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I’m so going to miss the train!” You shouted. “I uh- I’ll call you.”

“Okay…” he said. You were standing for a minute, looking around to make sure you had all your belongings. Hoseok leaned forward, picking up your little coin purse and handing it to you. With no hands to take it, you opened your mouth. Hoseok raised an eyebrow, but you leaned forward, clutching your purse in your mouth. Hoseok couldn’t help but laugh as he watched you race out the door, not looking back as you headed to the station at the end of the street. When you were out of sight, Hoseok turned to Min Sun and pulled out his wallet. “Wow. She really hasn’t changed…”

You just barely arrived at your train, scrambling to get out your train pass and sliding past the closing doors. Once you were safely on, you felt your body melt into a seat. Setting the muffin in between your legs, you used your free hand to put away your coin purse. As you sip your coffee, you pulled out the napkin in your pocket. You stared at the numbers scribbled on it and saw there was a little smiley face drawn on there as well, with the word Hobi written underneath it.

“Hobi…” you breathed out, nostalgic bliss dripping from your lips. Pulling out your phone, you entered his contact into it. Over the past six years, you went through a lot of phones, and along the way, Hoseok’s number didn’t make it into the current one. But it was there now, Hoseok. You questioned putting an emoji, but had no idea what to put. The last emoji that sad beside his name was a heart and that...that wouldn’t work anymore. Sighing, you opened a new message, his name up on top. Staring at the blank message box, you tried to think of what you could say. Should you even say anything at all? Maybe this short reunion was just that...short. As in, not meant to happen again.

You thought back to his smile, his eyes, how happy he looked to see you, and it made you smile too. You closed your phone. “I’ll text him later.” You mumbled softly. Resting against the back of the seat, you tried to eat your breakfast as the train dragged you to work.

You were 24 when you got this job, working as a secretary for a local pediatrician’s office. It wasn’t much, but it works with your schedule and the train ride wasn’t god awful, mostly. The doctor’s office was pretty big, and you weren’t the only secretary that worked, so you were never lonely. Jin, who was a few years older than you, had worked there long before you and taught you everything you knew. However, six months ago, he left to pursue his dream of cooking in a restaurant.

That was when they hired Jungkook, who had been at the job for about a year, so you’ve been teaching him the ropes based on what Jin had taught you. He was a good kid, a bit bratty, but good at his job and good at helping keep things organized. That was good because you were always busy. As the minutes ticked away, you raced into the back staff entrance of the office, saying hello to the doctor and nurses as you hurried to get yourself together.

“You we're so close to being late again.” Jungkook said, smiling at you as you staggered into the room.

“My daughters woke me up late, so I forgot to grab my running shoes when I left. So I ran here in my heels.”

“Ooh. That’s rough.” Jungkook watched you sit and turn on your computer, resting against the back of your chair.

“Any calls yet?”

“I made a few appointments. Flu season is starting so everyone wants their shots.”

“Oh goody…That reminds me I need to get the girl's flu shots soon ...that's a whole process…” you murmured, trying to make a mental note in your already cluttered mind. “Can you make me an appointment before they’re all booked?”

“Can I do that?” He asked curiously.

“Yeah.” You said. “As long as I don’t do it myself. Dr. Park is their doctor.” Jungkook nodded as he pulled up the appointment books. The two of you managed to get Min Ja and Hyo Bin in later in the week for her flu shot.

The next 7.5 hours at work went by like they usually did. Slow. You and Jungkook would take the idle time between checking in customers and answering phone calls to chat with one another about different things. Jungkook, being only 22, was able to get this job part-time while he finished school. He was studying...something. Honestly, you couldn’t remember. But he was smart, so you always encouraged him.

“Thank you for calling, see you then.” You hummed, setting the phone down. The waiting room was full of parents with their kids, who were crying or screaming or misbehaving. You sighed, listening to the parent’s attempts to soothe or reprimand them. Some would do a good job, but others either tried to correct the behavior with a bored or unbothered tone in their voice or would flat out ignore the child or children until they were called inside. Those parents weren’t frequent, but god they got annoying. You glanced at Jungkook, who was smiling at a baby girl in her mother’s arms as he checked their appointment in.

“The nurse will call you in shortly.” He said. The girl stuck her hand out to him, and he lifted a finger, allowing her to grasp it in her hand. “Woah, what a grip.” He cooed, grinning as the girl squealed in delight. After a thank you from the mom, they went to find a seat. Jungkook hummed, leaning back in his chair. “Augh. Kids are so cute. I can’t wait to be a dad.”

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled, pushing your chair back slightly as you opened up a filing cabinet and rummaged through it for a file.

“Of course! But not now, I don’t even have a girlfriend. Besides, I’m really young and I have tons I want to do after I finish university.” Jungkook clarified, leaning back in his chair. Hearing him say that made a soft smile form on your lips.

“Yeah, good mindset. Wait until you’re older.” You said. “Mm, here it is.” You pulled out the file and leaned down the hall, calling a nurse and handing it to her. “You’ll be a good dad, but don’t rush it.”

“I just hope they’re not better at me in video games.” Jungkook murmured, both of you laughing.

Yeah, your time at work always flew by when you and Jungkook got to talking. He was a good kid and had you been the same age, you imagine the two of you would have been good friends growing up. The day dragged on, and you ate lunch at your desk like always. The deal was you worked until 4 instead of 5 without a break, which you didn’t mind. It worked. When 4 hits, you grabbed your stuff. Jungkook was already long gone, leaving at 1, but there was another young part-timer who filled in for him the rest of the day.

“See you tomorrow.” You said, waving goodbye as you headed out the door. You made a phone call to Yun Yun at the daycare, saying you were on your way as you raced down to the station and hopped on the next train. The way back was a shorter ride, only 30 minutes. Lucky you…

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“Mommy!” Min Ja yelled, passing the toy in her hand to a friend as she hurried towards you. You smiled, squatting down as she quickly hugged you. “Are we going to dance?!” “Yes. Lemme just get your sister. Go to the bathroom now, we’re in a rush.” You said, heading to the play area for babies and toddlers. A few girls were sitting around, holding kids in their arms and playing with different toys. When the girl holding Hyo Bin saw you approach, she held her up.

“Hyo Bin, who’s here?” She asked, pointing in your direction. When Hyo Bin saw you, her eyes lit up, just like they always did, and she eagerly began to reach towards you. “Mama! Mama!” She shouted in glee. You grinned, eagerly scooping her up into your arms.

“Oh, hello my princess. How are you?” You hummed, kissing her cheeks as she latched onto you. “Let’s go.” You saw Min Ja at the door, trying to pull open the heavy door of the daycare, her tiny backpack on her back, and the eagerness in her eyes ever prevalent in her attempt to leave faster. “Min Ja, stop.” You said, walking over and pointing her towards Yun Yun. “Okay. What do we say to Miss. Yun Yun?”

“Thank you, Miss. Yun Yun.” Min Ja said, waving as you led your daughter out of the daycare and towards the apartment. “Mommy, can I pick out my outfit for dance? You promised!”

“Did Mr. Park say you need to wear something specific?”

“No.” Min Ja said. “And he lets us call him Mr. Jimin, Mommy…” you sighed.

“I know. But you still need to be polite.” You said. As you got into the house, you unlocked the door. “Hurry up.” You called your daughter as she raced into her room. You took Hyo Bin out of her seat and held her as you followed behind Min Ja. “Aaaa, Hyo Bin. I hope you’re not this full of energy when you get big.” You mumbled to yourself. Min Ja grabbed her favorite leotard and skirt to allow for a pink and black combination. You sat her down to pull her hair into a tight bun and help slide on her sneakers. She held her ballet shoes, she was always adamant to do so.

With the girls ready to go, you headed down the street to the ballet studio. You grabbed a small snack for your daughter to eat before starting her dance practice. The three of you arrived with some time to spare, about ten minutes. Other mothers were sitting with their daughters, getting them ready and having them stretch. So, you sat Min Ja down, setting Hyo Bin beside her in a chair as you helped her put on her ballet shoes. “Now, Min Ja,” you began. “Remember to pay attention to Mr. Jimin, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.” She said, crunching into a chip.

“I’ll be back in a little bit after I get some groceries for dinner. I’ll see the end of your practice.” Min Ja nodded, pulling a chip from her bag and putting it into her mouth. “Can Mommy have one?” you asked, eyeing the bag. Without question, Min Ja held up a chip to your lips, and you smiled as you ate it. “Thank you.”

Just then, Jimin walked into the room, a grin on his face. He was only 24 and had recently been able to redo the dance studio after buying it from a friend. He had a wonderful studio, ranging in different dance styles, from ballet, hip hop, and freestyle, as well as welcoming many different ages of students. You had sent Min Ja here for about a year and a half, right when Jimin reopened the place, and Min Ja fell in love with it. You were glad too, it gave her something to do.

“Alright. Good afternoon girls.” Jimin said, smiling as the swarm of about 12 girls aged 4 to 6 raced up to him, greeting him. Min Ja passed you her half-eaten bag of potato chips as she did the same, disappearing into the crowd of little girls. “Are we ready for another fun day?”

“I am, Mr. Jimin!” Min Ja shouted, flinging her hand in the air. You smiled as you watched them set up, picking up Hyo Bin. Min Ja got into position on the floor, before turning to look at you. You smiled at her, waving and encouraging Hyo Bin to wave too. She waved back before Jimin called her attention and they began to stretch. Grabbing her purse, you saw a few of the other mother’s looking in your direction. You gave a polite nod, before heading out the door and to the supermarket.

Trips to the supermarket were a trip, especially with a toddler. Hyo Bin was a good little girl, but she was still just barely two. So, she would try to reach out and grab things, pull them off the shelves, and begin to sob when she was reprimanded. Luckily, you didn’t need too much stuff for tonight’s dinner, so hopefully, you could make it back to see Min Ja’s practice. Most of the time, sitting through the practices were hard, either because Hyo Bin was fussy or you had to take a phone call outside, or it was the only time you could really go out and do a few errands that you wouldn’t get done otherwise. It was convenient for you, but upsetting for Min Ja. As you checked out, your eyes fell to the clock behind the counters. You had about 20 minutes to get back to the dance studio since Hyo Bin held you up by crying in the snack aisle. Since you didn’t have anything that needed to be refrigerated right away, you could skip the step of rushing home and putting everything away and just rush straight to the dance studio again.

If you hurry, you could make it.

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“Have a good night,” Jimin said, waving off the last girl that was walking out the door with her mother. As he closed the door, he turned to Min Ja, who stood by the mirror wall, practicing some of her forms. Jimin smiled, walking over to her and kneeling down, gently guiding her into the right position. “There you go. Perfect.”

“When will Mommy get here?” she asked curiously. “She said she would be here to see me.” Jimin sighed, lowering himself fully to sit with his legs crossed beside Min Ja.

“I’m sure she’ll be here soon. Where did she say she was going?”

“The grocery store.” Min Ja said softly. Jimin nodded.

"Then it’ll be any minute,” He said gently. “Want to dance while we wait?” Min Ja nodded, grinning as Jimin got up to turn on the speakers. Discarding her backpack onto the floor, pop music began to play and she began to dance like crazy. As Jimin watched, he heard a door within the studio open, and he saw someone come in. He smiled, greeting them.

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You flung the door open about five minutes later, stepping into the dance studio. “I’m here! I’m so sorry…” As the door closed behind you, you leaned against the door and took a shaky breath, clutching your daughter in your grip as your other handheld the bag of groceries. You looked over to see Min Ja, dancing in front of the mirror with someone, Jimin watching happily as he saw you come in. He turned the music off, and you headed over.

“Mommy!” Min Ja grinned, hurrying over to you. You set the bags down, as well as Hyo Bin, before hugging Min Ja tightly. “You were late, Mommy…”

"Min Ja, I’m so sorry…” you said softly. “The line at the store was so long and Hyo Bin got sad and….” You kissed her forehead. “I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay, Mommy…”

“Will you show me at home what you learned today?” You asked, running a hand through her hair. She nodded, smiling as he headed to grab her bag. When you saw Jimin approach, you stood up. “Jimin, I’m sorry, I-” Jimin raised a hand to stop you.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said. “I told you already, I don’t mind.” You chuckled a bit. “Min Ja’s tons of fun to have around.”

“Mommy. Look! I made a new friend!” Min Ja called, and you glanced over. Min Ja was dragging over-

“Hoseok.” You said, a smile forming on your face. He looked up at you, blinking in surprise.

“Oh wow…” he said, watching Min Ja run to your side. “Hey again…” He motioned to the little girls in your embrace. “I had no idea you were uh-.”

"Saddled with kids?” you teased. “Yeah. These two are mine.” Hoseok chuckled. Min Ja glanced up at you, a curious expression on her face.

“Mommy, do you know Mr. Hobi?” She asked softly. You glanced back up at Hoseok at the mention of his nickname. Squatting down, you nodded.

“Mr. Hobi is Mommy’s….” you paused for a brief second. “…Friend from when Mommy was younger. Did you properly introduce yourself?” Min Ja shook her head, and you motioned towards him. Hoseok smiled as Min Ja walked over. She looked in your direction again, and you smiled before she looked back at Hoseok.

“I’m Cho Min-Ja. It’s nice to meet you.” She said happily. “You already know, but Mommy said I have to say that to everyone I meet because it’s polite.” Hoseok couldn’t help but smile, kneeling down to offer his hand for her to shake.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Min Ja.” He said. “And who’s that behind you?” he pointed to Min Ja’s sister, who was trying to grab the bags on the other side of you.

“That’s Cho Hyo-Bin. She’s almost two.”

"Almost two. Wow…”

“I’m four.”

“Four?!” Hoseok gasped, eyes widening. You smiled a bit as you stood up. “I can’t believe that.” Min Ja giggled a bit.

“It’s true!” She said.

“Alright, Min Ja.” You said. “It’s time to go home now so we can get dinner done. What do you say?” She turned back to Jimin and Hoseok.

“Thank you Mr. Jimin and Mr. Hobi.” She said, before hurrying to you. When she realized there was no hand to hold, since one hand the groceries and the other was holding Hyo-Bin’s hand, she walked to Hyo-Bin and took her hand instead. You glanced at Hoseok, who was smiling at you.

“I uh…I’ll call you.” You said, nodding as you thought back to the napkin that was still in your pocket.

"I look forward to it.” He said happily. “Get home safe~!” You nodded as you led your children out the door. Hoseok watched you do, hearing the door close behind you before Jimin called him to help clean up.

When you returned home, you managed to whip up a simple dish for you and the girls. Min Ja was exhausted after dinner. That made it easy to wash the girls up and get them to bed with little to no fuss, which normally occurred at bedtime. Min Ja was tiredly begging to show off her new ballet moves as you tucked her into bed. You smiled, lifting her stuffed elephant off the floor and set it beside her, watching as she lazily pulled it to her chest.

“Tomorrow, Min.” you said softly, giving her a kiss goodnight. “I promise.” Min Ja nodded, rolling onto her side as she passed out. You sighed, watching her chest rise and fall. “Man. I owe Jimin my kidneys for letting her dance out all of her energy.” You went towards the toddler’s cot, seeing that she was asleep too, clutching one of her favorite dolls, a stuffed princess doll. You kissed her forehead as well, before quietly making your way out of their room and closing the door. With the girls in bed, and it just barely 8:30, you sank onto the couch and groaned. This was a typical day for you, from morning until you crashed in your bed. But it was your life, and it could, in all honesty, be worse.

As you sat in silence for a few moments, you thought about the one thing that changed today. Running into Jung Hoseok again, after six years. You grabbed your phone, sitting idly on the coffee table, with the phone number holding a napkin beside it. You grabbed them both, sitting upright as you scrolled into the contacts. For less than 12 hours, Hobi’s number was back in your phone, and you weren’t sure how to feel about this sudden break in your mundane routine.

However, you did feel butterflies in your chest when you dialed his number and press the phone against your ear, listening to the ringing noise before a familiar, high-pitched voice was heard on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Hey…Hoseok.” You said, leaning back against the couch. “I finally called you.”

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[winter-fairy-seed]

Deep Base

A small tale for my buddies.

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Sudden Bliss - Prologue

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Another boring day passed by. You could almost gag at the pristine white walls of the hospital room, feeling your nose scrunch at the off white curtains that you know haven’t been washed in the last year.

“Are they even supposed to be that color?”, you thought to yourself squinting your eyes.

You’ve spent most of your week in this small place due to another breathing attack, which in fact was not because of asthma, but an “illness not yet disclosed or confirmed”. You clicked your tongue, reminded of the look on the doctor’s face when your mother asked if they’ve found any new treatments. You sighed, staring at the ceiling annoyed, and leaned back into the fluffy pillow on your hospital bed-- one of the many gifts given to you by some old friends. You hadn’t seen them in a long time, going in and out and between home and the hospital. You sighed again, irritated at the depressing thoughts and turned your head towards the window.

The sky was very blue that day, though your eyes, sensitive to the light, mostly saw the burning white off the reflected windowsill. You hummed to yourself, starting to drift away into a daydream. Visual ecstasy of the mid-day sun reflecting off of cold blue water instead of a dusty windowsill. Fresh breezes on your face like hasty kisses from the sky. A lovely dress that danced in the wind as much as your curls would.

A soft knocking could be heard on the door, and a doctor with an unfamiliar face walked in, bowing respectfully but also out of apology as he assumed he had disturbed you. He did, but you quickly forgot about the image of dazzling waters when you saw he carried a large briefcase and wore a black laboratory coat. You sat up straight in your bed, no words yet traded, as another unfamiliar face walked in not too far behind. This time you were a bit embarrassed as the second person to enter looked to be around your age-- maybe older? You were already used to your regular doctors seeing you as a hot mess, but not this professional man and what seemed to be his well put together son. You began to slowly become self-conscious about how you looked-- having been in the hospital for almost a week, it’s fair.

“Hello, ____”, the doctor warmly spoke, standing straight. “I’m here today for your regular checkup instead of Dr.xxx. I’m a part of the team who investigates and does the research on your illness. I’ve come myself to collect some important data, so I’ll set my things up and if you’d please, let me know when you’re comfortable and ready.”

It was hard for you to process everything that was happening. Your Doctor nor your mother warned you of this, and you felt sort of betrayed. Not that it was really their fault...entirely… Surprise visits weren’t uncommon for your case and apparently as a child there had been many researchers and doctors visiting you from across the globe.

It was still a bit hard for you to speak, so you lifted your finger towards the boy with an inquisitive look, feeling a bit rude for having pointed.

“Ah yes! My Apologies miss ____. This is my son. He’s been trapped at my place since there was a fire in his apartment. He insisted he come with me to work, so here we are! I read that you’re 19, so I thought having someone around your age would be of good company.” The man, now with gloves on and a stethoscope around his neck rummaged through his case while telling you about his morning. “Yoongi...why don’t you introduce yourself?”

By now your finger lowered, your hand now lying on the blanket that warmly covered your lap. Your eyes briefly looked over the male, who was more concentrated on the walls than you. What he was looking at? Who knows.

“Yoongi?” The doctor asked, turning slightly as if to check if his son had left.

You looked towards the boy as a reflex of the doctor calling his name and this time he made eye contact with you. He nodded his head slowly, his eyes slowly trailing to the right in the process.

You nodded your head as well, pushing your lips together in a straight lined smile.

“Well..you both are quite quiet...but that’s not a bad thing.” The doctor giggled at his observation and rose from his desk. He walked towards the bed and extended his hand which held the stethoscope. “___, if you could turn around?”

Your eyes followed the doctor as he walked towards you and before he could even request you had your back slightly turned towards him, where he gently listened to your heartbeat.

“Good.” He withdrew his hands and placed the stethoscope near his belongings.

He proceeded to do all other basic checkup procedures and recorded his data. In the process, you couldn’t stop your gaze from landing on the boy—who was now hovering over the canvases you painted the other day. You were again self-conscious and decided to concentrate on the checkup. You could hear the faint sound of fingers brushing over the soft yet rough surface of the canvas and your eyebrows burrowed curiously.

A few more silent moments passed and the doctor cleared his throat and sat up after finishing the checkup.

“Alright! Everything looks good so far! You seem to be following the diet and the minimal exercise we’ve assigned you and it seems to be paying off.” he walked back over to the desk, rolling the swivel chair to and from the separate ends of the large table, writing and typing. You stare almost feverishly at the computer screen where he records his data, not missing some other tab that had question marks scattered all throughout a flooded document. He gets up swiftly and heads towards the door.

“Alright! I have some samples to pick up, and data to drop off! I’ll get the tools we need to run your blood test as well. It won’t take long but bear with me for about 30 mins. Keep her company ok?” Your mouth practically fell open as he smiled warmly, directing his son as he headed out the room with haste and a wave. You looked back towards the son who listened obediently and sat down to get comfortable.

You almost suffocated from the silence, feeling as though it was too quiet to breathe. The ringing of your phone broke the silence in the room, making you both jolt a bit. You swiftly grabbed it, seeing it was your doctor and answered it quickly.

“___? Hello~?” The doctor sang into your ear as your nervously breathed having to break the deafening silence.

The boy on the other hand didn’t hesitate to feel for his phone in his pocket, pulling out a pair of headphones in which he plopped in his ear. You felt relieved by the gesture, your heart slowing down from its relay race.

“Yea, hey Dr. xxx.” You sighed in relief hearing a similar voice.

“How are you feeling? Did you get your checkup? I’m sorry for the little surprise! It was a last minute split decision made by the team… But! Dr. Min is renowned as of lately for his teams research and study in the field. He recently came out with a book called Mysterious Illnesses and Where They Come From. A fine read if I do say so! It’ll open your eyes to a lot...most importantly it’ll give you hope! And--”

“Dr. xxx….. I understand. Thank you..” You chuckled slightly to yourself. She always got carried away but you loved to listen to her stories and updates. “I actually enjoy the doctor! He’s very efficient and kind, and most importantly--”

“He has gentle hands?” Dr. xxx says through the phone laughing.

“Yes. Very gentle so I’m, at the very least, grateful for that.”

In past situations, you’ve dealt with many doctors who were super rough and cared more about their research than your fragile body. They would stick the popsicle stick too far down your throat or would half-hazardly stick the butterfly needle in to draw blood. Dr. xxx knew you hated them and remembered each and every bad experience. That’s why she always made sure to pay close attention to your reactions and sensitivity.

“Where is Dr. Min now? Are you alone? Not going too crazy?” Dr. xxx giggled to herself reminiscing each and every sly comment that could come from your mouth, but was surprised to hear a soft “hmmm” instead.

“He’s gone….but his son is here…” You cautiously looked towards the boy, his bluish black hair falling over his eyes. “Is he sleeping?” You thought to yourself. Taking note at this way his chest rose up and down. And the delicate twitching of his eyelashes.

“Oh!...well that’s interesting...is he...cute?” the Dr said nonchalantly.

Your felt your face heat up at the question and you pulled your gaze from him and back towards the window where your mouth was left agape. Only breathing out slightly.

“W-...well…” you stammered

“I’ll take that as a yes” She giggled, finding her bearing again after a few seconds. “Well if that’s the case, Dr. Min must be a Love Doctor too!!! I’ll leave you to it! You deserve it after all those lonely months at home and there in that white room that seemingly gets smaller and smaller.

Face still flushed and in a daze you shake your head almost laughing. “Don’t say such hazardous things— one of these days my heart will really stop”.

“Hey! Don’t joke like that….” the Dr was silent for a second but then gave a small chuckle.

“Really though...I really hope you can make some friends?? Maybe painting will become easier again?” She says sorrowfully, but with hope in her voice. Your heart clenched tightly at her words, a tight smile forming on your lips.

“Yea...maybe….” you look down towards your hands. They were clean in the areas that would usually be full of paint and you sighed softly.

“Ok now, take care and call me if you need anything. Your mom is still working but wanted me to give you a call around the time the doctor was getting there. I’ll let her know everything went well, yea?”

“Yes Dr. xxx.” You feel a smile creep up again and you breathe out your goodbyes. “Thank you...bye”.

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After hanging up the call you rested your head against the blanket and closed your eyes, almost forgetting the boy until you heard the muffled sounds of a saxophone. Your ears perked at the highs and lows and you turned your body slightly looking towards the sounds. You noticed it was coming from the headphones of the boy. “Hmm…”, you thought to yourself.

Sitting up in the bed you picked up a random piece of paper off your desk and shaped it into a narrow jet. You stuck your tongue out a bit closing your right eye, aiming for the round blue head of the boy.

The paper plane drifted almost in slow motion and you slowly started regretting your decision, but by then it was too late as the stiff paper plane crashed into his head and plopped to the floor with a soft smack.

The boys head jolted a bit and he slowly lifted up his chin, eyes blinking the sleep away. You decided you’d be tough about it, trying to brush off the nervousness. He took out the headphone and stared at your with furrowed brows.

“Uhm….” you gulped slightly but continued without stuttering, “That music…”

He seemed to open his mouth a bit as if to have already understood what you said. He pulls the plug of his headphones and places them in his pocket with as face that reads “sorry”.

You stammer a bit with your words this time but manage to get out, “No no no, that’s not what I meant— I mean… what are you listening to?” Your gaze stays glued to the floor, only darting up when he makes slight movements. It’s a bit quiet and he doesn’t reply at first, so you take a longer peak and realize the boy's face has turned a subtle hue of red.

“That’s….that’s…” he seemed to be having as much trouble as you were speaking when suddenly he gets up from the chair and walks closer to sit in the chair on the bedside. Your stayed wide-eyed at his movement and boldness. You just couldn’t make out his character. “Was he shy? Was he bold? Did he not care? Did he?”, you asked to yourself.

“These are some projects I’ve been working on…” he said while rubbing the side of his neck with his index finger and pouting his lip a bit. Now this surprised you.

This time you weren’t afraid to stare at his face, yours heating up when realizing how handsome he was up close. He continued to look through his phone until finding a music file and pressed play

“My father told me you liked soft sounds…” he said, not breaking eye contact with his phone.

You wondered if that was information your Dr wrote in your files? Either way it was very considerate and made your heart warm in a soft way.

You leaned forward a bit to signal you were listening and a soft melody began to play. A muffled saxophone and sharp reverb hi-hats with small clicks here and there began to play with what sounded like a ball full of sand rolling across a wood floor. there was a deep oozing bass and you felt your mind ease and your hands relax against the soft fabric of the blanket. You began to sway your body back and forth. You almost jolted to a stop when you heard a soft hum coming from beside you. When you opened your eyes you saw the dark haired boy swaying as well, eyes delicately closed, slender fingers tapping against the chair’s arm. You almost forgot to breathe, watching how gracefully his hair brushed against his forehead.

You shook your head, closing your eyes tight once more wanting to enjoy the sounds until the very end, ignoring the nervousness. But what you couldn’t ignore is the feeling of a hand sliding up your arm softly to the sway of the rhythm. Warm breath brushing over the crook of your neck and small whispers in your ear. Your heart began to race and your swaying slowed and became more fluid. You bit your bottom lip, sighing softly.

“___...” you heard in the echoing distance.

You gave a soft “yes?” until you heard your name again but louder.

“___.”

You jolted back into reality turning frantically towards the boy beside you. His eyes were dark, but his eyebrow raised in question.

“Ah-- what, yes?” you say stammering for a grasp of reality once more, face heating up. You all of sudden want to leave the blankets as it’s gotten 20 degrees hotter than you remember.

“The music's over….” The boy held his phone in his lap once more, letting go a small breath and smile. He pressed your lips and nodded to express your realization. your face warmed up again as you must’ve been swaying back and forth before coming to. “It seemed that you liked it though...good”. He looked back down to his phone with a soft smile that made your heart skip a beat. 

“Ah yes...I probably looked...insane” you stammered this time, removing the blanket and sitting up towards the window with your back facing him.

“Hmm.” Was all he said and a few moments later a small knock was heard and the black jacket Doctor was back through the door with more papers and equipment.

“Ah! I see you guys have finally gotten comfortable. Good! Nothing wrong with being slow to warm.” He smiles again, amused by his own comment and organizes his things. “Alright! Let’s finish this up quickly so you can get some rest.”

You nodded your head with a small smile and Yoongi moved back to his previous spot and placed his headphones in.

You glanced over expecting to see him relaxing and about to drift away into slumber, but this time, the dark eyes that gazed over you a few minutes ago stayed on you, hooded by his dark locks. Your face heated up as you looked away, the faint sounds of the saxophone ringing in the back...

[crispykingchan]

Soul Among the Stars |Jungkook X Reader (part 1...?)

Hey so I started this fan fic a long time ago! Right after their first BBMA’s and I found it again and really liked it and I don’t know if I should continue it... would anyone be interested in reading more of this?? Any and all feedback is appreciated! <3

Italicized means spoken in Korean

Jungkook was always desperate to fall in love, he was so desperate in fact he even faked loving people hoping eventually he could fool himself into loving them, but it never happened. He just wanted someone to talk to, someone to hold and kiss, someone he could spoil with gifts and laugh with, but maybe he was just destined to never fall in love.

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Y/N was getting ready, I mean it wasn't every day you got to host the BBMA’s! You were an internationally famous singer and instead of being nominated for any of the awards, you had been asked to present it. You were very excited, but wait it gets better! Your favorite band would be there for the first time; the Kpop group BTS.

You had lived in Seoul for the first 10 years of your life before moving to America, because of this you were fluent in Korean and were excited to talk to the boys in their tongue.

Your stylist had just finished doing your hair and you looked in the mirror, your dress was beautiful and flattered your figure. You had to go slightly earlier to the Magenta Carpet because you were hosting, but you didn't mind, if you didn't do something you feared the butterflies in your stomach would consume you. You get in your limo and driving past you already see fans lining up, hoping to see their idols. You see a sign from one of your fans, you giggled and nearly blushed, no matter how long you had been a singer seeing fans was always the most surreal experience ever. You see lots of signs but one catches your eye;

“Kim Namjoon

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook”

With hearts all around it. Then it's struck you, you would actually be meeting them later. You nearly squealed, but then got nervous would you remember Korean when you saw them? What if you got nervous and forgot everything? You decided to go through a conversation in your head in Korean.

As nervous as you were the boys were worse, they had recently got informed that they would be interviewed by you. They had been fans of yours for the longest whenever they were driving anywhere it's your songs that would be blasting through the radio. Jin was freaking out because he couldn't find his tie, Tae was wearing one shoe looking frantically for the others, Jungkook was reciting the English alphabet and Jimin was in the bathroom fixing his hair. The stylist Noonas were chasing them trying to calm them down and get them ready for the Magenta Carpet.

You had finally arrived at the entrance where you saw your co-hosts Vanessa Hudgens and Ludacris, Vanessa saw you a huge grin on her face before hugging you. You hugged her back and then inspected each other's dresses, “You look so good!” Vanessa said excitedly, you thanked her before complimenting her. You guys talk until it's minutes away from the beginning of the Magenta Carpet event.

The event was pretty uneventful (hah) until you saw BTS walking up the carpet. At least you didn't have butterflies anymore, you now had a herd of wild elephants rampaging in your stomach. You swallowed the saliva that had built up as you waved at them with a practiced smile. They walked towards you after getting their pictures taken. They must've been informed of your interview. The camera crew told you that you had a minute before you went live so you decided to introduce yourself, “Hi, I’m Y/N it's great to meet you guys! I'm a big fan of you guys,”

Namjoon nodded before quickly translating for the boys, “Y/N says she is a fan of ours!” They looked surprised, “Tell her we’re big fans of her too!” Taehyung said excitedly. You tried to hide a smile, you could understand exactly what they were saying but decided to keep it a surprise for the interview. “We are huge fans of yours as well,” Namjoon translated, you smile, “I'm honored!”

“30 seconds till we're live,” the crewman says. You nod in acknowledgment. You get the mic and they stand facing the camera. The cameraman puts his hand up counting down on his fingers. “Hello everyone, I'm here today with the amazing, history makers; BTS!!”

Namjoon says, “Hello we are BTS,” you ask them questions, Namjoon translates flawlessly but finally your time has come, “Ok last question before we go,” They all nod, “So, far how are you guys liking your time here in America?” They all looked shocked that you spoke in Korean, you chuckle. “Let me quickly translate what I said, I asked about their time here in America, but I asked it in Korean,” J-Hope looks at you before saying, “So you can speak Korean? Did you understand us the whole time?” You nod,

“Yes, I could understand you the whole time!” They look at each other shocked again. You turn to the camera, “They are surprised that I can speak Korean, but anyway that's all the time we have for now. But look forward to more BTS on the Magenta Carpet, see you soon.” You finish and continue smiling at the camera until he says that we aren't live. You breathed a sigh of relief, “I hate interviews they make me so bored, but that was really fun! I'm glad I got to interview you guys,” They smile at you,

“We didn't know you could speak Korean?” J-Hope says excitedly, you grin at him and shrug your shoulders, “I don't have to be on the Magenta Carpet anymore so you guys wanna go in together? I wanna talk to you guys a little more, if that's ok with you guys?” They all nod and you walk in together, the actual show only starts in an hour so you could sit with them until you had to go present.

You guys got along really well and you were a bit sad when you were told that you had to get ready for the start of the show. You waved, “See you guys after the show! You guys are coming to the after party, right?” They look a bit unsure, “Don't worry guys, you don't have to talk anyone and if someone starts talking RM and I can translate!” That seems to ease them a little, someone taps your shoulder, “20 minutes till show starts!” You nod and take the mic from his hand.

“Bye guys see you after!” You say as you leave to get into position, you stand next to Vanessa and then the show starts.

The show went wonderfully and went by really quick before you could blink it was over. The after party had begun, but you were changing your long dress to a dress better fit for dancing. You quickly finished and went to the venue, when you got there you craned your neck looking for the boys. You saw them talking to the Chainsmokers, they seemed happy. You were about to walk over to them when you saw Nicki Minaj. She turned to look at you and a smile appeared on her face you rushed over to her and hugged her. You briefly talked about the night, but you quickly excused yourself to go talk to the boys. “Hi guys!” They turn to look at you and smile. You smile back, excited you could talk to them again. “Y/N!” Taehyung exclaims happily. Suga even spares a smile. “Are you guys enjoying the party?” They nod their heads, “We have gotten to meet so many people we admire, people we look up to and they actually know who we are and want to talk to us and congratulate us, it's an amazing experience,” Namjoon says.

“I usually don't enjoy these after parties but this one seems like it's gonna be fun, I mean I get to talk to you guys!” You exclaim.

The party seems to go by very quickly and before you knew it it was 1 am. The boys had all gone to the bathroom except Jungkook who had stayed behind as he “didn't need the bathroom”. You didn't mind his company, even if he was a bit quiet. “Jungkook oppa why are you so shy? You can talk to me, I don't bite,” You grin at him, he smiles a bit,

“You have been my idol for years and to do everything you did so young! You were why I auditioned, you aided my decision to pursue a career in music. So of course I'm a little shy,” he doesn't make eye contact, you are shocked. Really? He had done this because of you? You felt yourself blush a little, “Oppa, for the past year and a half, you had been my biggest inspiration!” He glances at you his expression unreadable, “I was amazed at all BTS had managed to accomplish and you the maknae were doing just as well as your hyungs!” You looked at him and saw that he was staring at you his mouth open slightly, before he closed it and you both chuckled.

You spent the rest of the party talking and joking with Jungkook. He was really easy to get along with and when you both went home at the end of the party you felt yourself missing him. You face planted on your bed and soon as you got home. You sighed getting this dress and makeup off would be so much work. You may as well start you open your purse and see a piece of paper; it had someone's number on it. You giggled, “ Your favorite Golden Maknae” you added the contact to your phone and would message him in the morning. You took off your makeup, undid your hair and had a shower. The hot water helped relive some of your tiredness. As you thought back on the night you mind automatically went to Jungkook. You blushed, you had barely known him a few hours but you already felt a connection, but you couldn't be sure exactly what that meant. You wrapped the towel around you and put on your sleepwear before climbing into bed, all of the nights activities catching up to you as you fell asleep.

The next morning you awoke with the sun glaring into your eyes, you sat up and said, “Fuck you sun,” glaring at the light peaking through your curtain. You sit up and stretch you arms above your head, you look at your clock; 9:14. You get you phone clicking on Jungkooks contact, cleverly named Jungkook. You send him a message just saying that it's you. With minutes he responds, you hadn't even finished brushing your teeth. You look at the message, ‘Hello! How are you? Are you free any time soon? Maybe we could meet up soon?’

You respond with; ‘Of course I have the whole day off! I just finished a tour so I have a week or two off!’

He responds quickly, ‘Ok, I have a couple interviews today but tomorrow we can meet for coffee in the morning?’ You smile, he wasn't from here so you thought of all the coffee shops you liked. ‘How about we go to this café my friend owns?’

‘That would be nice!’

‘What room are you staying in?’

‘It's room 215 on the 10th floor’ You smile he was two floors below you.

‘Ok I will meet you there at 8?’

‘It's a date! 😉’ you blushed, without realizing that Jungkook was blushing twice as hard, he couldn't believe he had said that! Would you not want to go to coffee with him now? Would it be awkward? Would….

‘See you on our date then 😉’ You blushed saying that and his blush however bad it was before was 10 times worse. You suddenly realized what this meant, you were going on a date with Jungkook! You squealed into your pillow, Jungkook mirroring you two floors below (more manly of course but he still squealed). Since you had the day off you did various tasks around the house and made breakfast. After you had eaten all the breakfast you decided to play a bit of Overwatch.

You didn't last long, people in competitive were irritating you so you decided to watch some tv. You checked your social media and decided to tweet some things before going onto your private Tumblr, it was what you used when you wanted to shitpost or fangirl. You checked and everyone was talking about BTS and the BBMAs, your name was sprinkled around, but there was one post that caught your attention;

“Jungkook and Y/N???

Ok but Jungkook and Y/N need to date! They would be so cute together and they totally had chemistry during the BBMAs!!!!”

You chuckled but saw that it had a ton of notes. You searched for Jungkook X Y/N and saw many results apparently you and Jungkook had become an extremely popular ship, but not only you and Jungkook, but you and Taehyung, you and Rap Monster and you and Yoongi were also really popular ships! You knew that shipping was a thing but never thought about your ships, you curiously clicked on a fan fiction link, an angst fanfic with you and Jungkook.

After about ten minutes you were completely invested in this story, and when Jungkook cheated on you, you almost actually phoned him before remembering it was a story. You calmed down a bit before continuing. It's was only five minutes later and you were in a tears, you clicked the next chapter button and saw that they hadn't posted the next chapter! You slam you hand on the table, “What? What the heck? How could they just end it there? They must like to see readers in pain!” You groan loudly and dive onto you bed, you pick you phone next to the bed and decide to quickly tweet the picture you took with BTS yesterday. Comments quickly flooded in, there were the nice ones hoping for a collab (now that people knew you spoke Korean it didn't seem too far-fetched) and then there was the hate, people saying that you were not pretty enough or good enough to hang out with BTS, but after being in the music business for 6 years you had developed a tough skin. It was hard when you first started out because you were only 13 when you came into the music industry and some how had managed to stay relevant until now. You checked your phone, it was 6pm?! Time had really flown by you didn't know you had been on your laptop that long. You had a text from an Unknown number, you opened your phone and read the message, “Hi! 😝 This is Taehyung! I stole Jungkooks phone and got your number!” You smiled, you quickly saved his contact as TaeTae🐶 and decided to quickly change Jungkooks contact to Kookie🍪. You responded to Taehyung’s message, “Hey Tae-Oppa(Can I call you Tae?)” His response was quick, “You can call me Tae if I can call you N/N” Tae’s nickname was very cute, so you had to let him call you that, “Of course Tae-Oppa😉”. He took a while to respond, “Yay! Talk later N/N! (Bout to do an interview 😫)” You giggles Tae was adorable, but little did you know Jungkook was thinking anything but. He didn’t know Taehyung had taken his phone and gotten your number until he noticed him staring at his phone and smiling “Who you talking to Hyung?” Jungkook questioned. Taehyung beamed, “Y/N of courseeee”

“What!? How’d you get her number?”

“I just borrowed your phone I hope you don’t mind Jungkookieee” Taehyung then stood up and casually walked out the room, Jungkook felt jealous rear its ugly head, but… why? Sure you guys were going on a coffee “date” but was it really a date? Or were you just saying that to be polite… these thoughts raced through his head. Guess he’d have to wait and see.

[awesome-mandyandtoby]

On the road again...

The year is 2019 and the month is November, and our intrepid explorers Mandy and Toby have said farewell to their jobs, to their families and to the civilised world, all in the name of adventure. The following three months will see the pair travel to the ends of the earth as they visit Thailand, Philippines, Bali, Australia, Fiji and New Zealand.

Let the journey begin...

Thailand

First stop, the islands of Thai, and after a relatively hate-free flight, with a nice pit stop in the jungles of Hong Kong, we eventually arrived in Thailand exhausted after next to no sleep and made the voyage onwards to pastures new.

With a quick refresh, we headed for dinner on Koh San Road - no wild antics here, although we did see the fabled scorpion snack on a stick, an entire crocodile bbq’d on the sidewalk, and plenty of ol’ tat! After a few more over-friendly encounters with the locals, it was getting tense, so we got outta there...and went to bed, dreaming of Koh Samui and beaches blue.

Koh Samui

On arrival to Koh Samui, which has a beautiful airport by the way, we located our surroundings, a beachside beauty of a hut, we basked in the glorious AC temperatures and Toby rediscovered the sensational ‘minao soda’ or lime soda to the everyday man - damned delicious.

After applying copious amounts of bug spray (which would become a tri-daily routine) we did what we do best and went exploring, discovering a delightful beach out front and a perfect little beach bar where we enjoyed some fine beverages and each other’s company. Perfection!

Now...as Pineapple Express beautifully put it, “I thought hurricane season was over” and although monsoon season wasn’t supposed to start for another month - we got a good dose of rain and thunder in those first few days - shocking and startling thunder and lightning - t’was a sight to behold...from the safety of our new abode.

One adventure saw us stroll to fisherman’s village (a 45 min walk in the burning hot sun) against Mandy’s better nature - a theme that would reoccur throughout our trip - Brusey the navigator - Mandy not so keen.

We swam in the sea, we walked some more and we dined like kings, enjoying a delightful Tillapia fish which was beautiful...and cheap! We rested, we bathed, and we savoured the last days of our short Samui soirée.

Koh Pha-ngan

Soon enough the time was nigh to sail on to Koh Pha-ngan. A fine voyage with nought but sun and calm seas. Upon arrival in KP, some wind up taxi merchants tried to pull a fast one on ol’ Bruse and ramp the taxi price up after already agreeing a price - but this boy knows the game - no rugs pulled over this guys eyes! I successfully bartered back to the original price. You’re only as good as your last barter!

Anyhoo, we were dropped in the middle of what can only be described as a barren land, which quickly turned into a phenomenal beach/poolside resort named Saranna bungalows - BEAutiful!

The following three days consisted of banana bread for breakfast - banana would be our staple for the next month in Asia - followed by a swim in the pool, occasionally an ill advised game of volleyball with some other tourists, where Bruce and Mandy are the only ones trying, gorgeous sunsets, twilight swings on the beach, a delicious roadside Thai delicacy for dinner and off to bed. Heavenly!

There was one extra curricular activity of note, that involved mopeds. Now, we all remember the infamous moped crash of 2015...so the question was, would Bruse vanquish demons past...course he bloody did, rode round all day like a boss, chauffeuring Mandy to beaches and waterfalls and back in time for a sunset dip and dinner. No crashes here thank you. Just a pro rider of mopeds! Even rode through another rain storm!

One thing of note before our departure, we left on a Saturday, on the Monday it was the famed full moon party - which was of no interest to us - bunch of yuppy youths getting hammered and desecrating a beautiful beach, I don’t think so! Anyhoo, on our last day a hoard of young English and Irish tourists rocked up to our resort in preparation for the party, suffice to say, the calm, peaceful paradise that Mandy and I had enjoyed over the past 2 days, disappeared! It was all selfies, drinking and tomfoolery - awful!

Koh Tao

Bruse heading home to Koh Tao, oh the memories. The boat ride over - fast ferry - was horrific! Both in the throws of sickness, but just about survived without depositing any fluids! On arrival we were greeted with another glorious downpour stranding us by the side of the road for some time! Side note: Bullfrogs are REALLY loud after a storm, sitting in the drains sending out horrific mating calls.

Our hostel was located after a sodden traipse - where we went no AC for money reasons. The next morning we quickly rectified this horror show, it was unbearably warm - always get AC!

After various other walking mishaps from Bruse, we ventured onto the road to paradise, a glorious walk along the waters edge and up cliffs to one of Bruse’s favourite old haunts, the Banana Cafe to experience some sensational sunsets! Now here comes the inevitable downfall of this walking escapade. On completion of the sunset, we tried to walk up hill to a taxi...only to discover all the taxis had buggered off and we ended up walking for about an hour up the steepest hill in the history of hills, sweating our cajones off and Mandy nearly dying up the hill - the only saving grace - a cracking sunset!

As ever in Thailand, Bananas were the sumptuous course of breakfast and lunch. Smoothies, cakes and a glorious banana split were a saving grace for these western warriors!

One other exciting adventure we took part in was the Oxygen snorkelling tour, 5 snorkel spots, 1 hunt for turtles! Our first foray into the water ended up with us stranded from the boat which was miles away - so oblivious to our surroundings we’d just been too engrossed with the fish underwater. A reimagining of that Open Water film where the divers get stranded from their boat and then are slowly eaten by sharks flashed in our minds, but thankfully one of the crew swam out and dragged our weary bodies in on a noodle. Hooray! We saw lots of awesome fish and had a tasty lunch...but no turtle, the hunt continues - oh and Bruse managed to miss seeing about 5 swordfish that Mandy saw! How?!

As our time in Thailand drew to a close, there was just time for a quick stop in the strange little city of Chumphon - which we probably could have done without to be fair! Not much of note here, except for a few curious discoveries.

1. Thai people enjoy exercise on a grand scale - filling parks as they walk, run or generally move their bodies (the UK could take note).

2. If you’re going to travel to an Asian Mall, make sure there are at least a few other tourists in there with you. We stumbled upon a local mall and headed for KFC, only to discover we were the only white, foreign travelers in there, much to the amusement of the locals. The next 30 minutes consisted of small Thai children pointing and laughing at us and shaming us out the building. Delightful!

3. Bruse made one of THE purchases of the century - disposable pants and emergency toilet! Hey, you never know when you might need them!

And that was Thailand, completed it mate! Time to get the hell outta there! Philippines calling...

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Pet buddies

So this is, as of when this is posted, is the last fully finished fic I have written. Fingers crossed I can work on at least 2 more since I still have a valentine's day exchange fic to work on as well, but I still think I can finish this whole month. Pray for me. Internet Friends

“Blue, look over here amour.” Lance called over to his white furred cat. All he got was a tail twitch, leaving him to sigh. “Come on, don’t you want to show Kosmo how much better you are?” another tail flick as if to say Lance was the only one who cared.

Ok, fine, maybe he was the only one who cared. And honestly, he didn’t really compete as much as he was giving one person a picture.

He had met @blade-red-stars or Keith as he later found out, on Instagram. Keith was a tattoo artist and his pictures had shown up during Lance’s search for flowers Lance wanted to use as inspiration for his nails. Like Kosmo would show up on Keith’s feed every now and then, the same would happen on Lance’s own fashion Instagram with his cat, Blue. Lance had been scrolling through his page when he saw a picture of Kosmo, seeming to make himself at home in Keith’s suitcase. Lance then posted a picture of Blue doing the same in the reusable grocery bag and tagged Keith in it. The next post of Keith’s was a sketch of Blue and tagged Lance in it.

He sent him a private message telling him he thought Blue was cute. That’s how their friendship started, bonding over their pets. They would playfully compete to see whose pet had the cutest picture that day. They would always compliment the other’s pictures from Keith’s sketches to the tattoo or any progress pictures of someone’s finished tattoos and Lance’s OTDs or the nail art he had done. It was when Keith posted a picture of Kosmo climbing on someone’s skateboard outside of the tattoo shop he worked at, Lance saw a familiar café.

Do you work near Altea Café?

It’s right across the street, why?

My friend owns that place. That means we live relatively close by.

I guess. I have to drive 30 mins to get to work. I haven’t gone to that café though, they look way to expensive.

It’s not, really. Allura just has high tastes that it reflects in the interior. You know what, I’ll prove it to you.

Lance then called Allura and asked her to deliver a cup of coffee and a muffin to Keith. He had gotten a few questions before she agreed. Keith had then sent him a picture of his received order.

Ok, this is actually good. Did you really call your friend and order this for me?

Thought I should at least get a taste of the amazingness of Altea’s food. Think of me when you have it.

What about with other things?

That had been the first time Keith flirted with him. it certainly wasn’t the last. What started as a friendly bonding leaned into flirting most of the time. There were few pictures of Keith himself on his and he was very good looking, Allura confirmed.

“Most would probably be swayed away by the scar on his check, but it doesn’t deter his good looks.”

It really didn’t. There had been this one photo that was one of Lance’s favourites. Keith had taken a hike to see the sunrise with Kosmo and the rising sun was behind him. The gentle backlight made him look really good.

Lance was knocked out of his musing by his phone buzzing with a message from Keith.

I swear to god, I got another one of my neighbour packages! You’d think they would pay attention to the address when delivering.

Lance grimaced at that. He’d been getting his packages half opened and dumped on his front door with loud pounding after it. He guessed Keith was on the opposite end of what he was experiencing but whoever kept dropping off his packages kept making him feel like it was his fault they were being delivered wrong. He was going to have to catch the person who dropped his stuff one of these days and have a firm talking to them.

Don’t take it out on the person who the package belongs to.

But it keeps happening! It’s getting so annoying to drop their stuff to their house. Now I have to go drop their stuff off before Kosmo’s walk.

Still, not their fault the postman can’t read.

It really wasn’t. The first time Lance’s package got misdelivered, he thought he had put the wrong address so instead of going to the saved address, he painstakingly typed out his address letter by letter. It was still delivered to the wrong place.

He was opening Blue’s wet food for her dinner when he heard the familiar thump of a box being dropped and dropped the can. He’d ordered new makeup and if that person cracked his new pallets, there would be hell to pay. He swung the door open as the pounding started up and stopped.

“Keith?”

“Lance?”

Sure enough, Keith was standing outside the door, his unmistakeable scar present. Sitting by his feet was his husky-malamute mix Kosmo staring up at him.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” Lance demanded to know.

“I live in this building. I was dropping off the misdelivered package.”

Lance then remembered his possibly damaged pallets and grabbed the box from the ground. He went to his island, leaving the door open and Keith hesitantly came in, holding Kosmo’s leash tight when the dog spotted Blue sitting on the counter, still waiting for her dinner.

Lance carefully opened his pallets, sighing in relief at the sight that his pallets were fine.

“Ok, I really like you but if you broke my make up, I would kill you.”

“I didn’t drop it from a high height, I kneeled down and dropped it. None of your other stuff was damaged was it.”

“Now you see why I told you not to get mad at the person, I don’t exactly like you pounding at my door.” Lance complained.

Keith looked slightly guilty. “Sorry. But seriously, it was getting annoying with how many times your stuff ended up at my apartment. I can’t believe I didn’t realise it was you. I mean I’ve seen some of the clothes in the packages in your pictures.”

“I mean, I knew you lived in the area but I didn’t realise you were this close either. Oh god, this is weird. We talk all the time but now that we’re actually facing each other, it’s weird.” Lance moaned.

“I mean, we could hang out. I still need to take Kosmo on his walk. If you want, I can bring back dinner. Chinese?”

“Sure.”

Lance was still reeling that the guy he’d been flirting and friends with was so close. But he was curious to see what would happen.

[acup-o-suga-blog]

Limerence |Min Yoongi |Ch.1 |

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut | Vampire!AU High School!AU

*This story is told from Yoongi's perspective unless stated otherwise. Also, this beginning is going to be a bit like Twilight, so forgive me. I'm trash for shit like that*

Winter. Probably the most enjoyable season for me, all though when there is just plain white everywhere, theirs really not too much to enjoy. But I was always taught to enjoy the sweet simple things of life, for they are the real things. But winter is the preferred season for me and my kind, for there's hardly sun, so it's easier to get shit done than having to sneak around during the middle of the night hoping no one notices your abnormally, sharp canines. It's not easy trying to seem normal, although that's all I've really ever wanted. To feel normal, to fit in, and to feel like I belonged. But I don't. Society doesn't accept things like me.

Monsters.

Blood-thirsty monsters.

I'm the kind of being that your parents tell you about before going to bed, the being that really isn't a being, but a ferocious beast that is scavenging for the little ones that misbehave and rebel.  That I, and all the others like me, are dangerous.

But we aren't. Or so I told myself the first while I was transformed. I tried to reassure myself that they were just stories and that I was still considered to be part of society. But after so long, you, or even the most optimistic person, can't fake it any longer. You get tired of hearing the same lie over and over again. That's when you start to shun everyone away, or what's left of the people who cared about you. And then you just start to sit around for decades and decades, just resenting the world and feeling sorry for yourself, that you soon don't realize that decades become centuries. But you're too far gone in grief that you really don't give.

But they helped. My brothers. They found me in my darkest times, stayed by my side even though I was convinced that I didn't need them, but they still stayed. They made everything easier, helped me understand that I wasn't the only one that was being punished. They took me in, helped me feed and learn more about myself and what I was than I ever thought I would.

But that was 200 years ago.

I've dealt with not being normal for longer than I can remember, and I've been alive for over 300 years. In the present day, 2018, my brothers and I are striving to survive and to fit in.

Which brings us to my current predicament.

“I can't believe I'm doing this.” 

“Oh c’mon hyung, I think it’s time we socialize with the rest of society. I mean, we are still apart of this world.” said Jungkook, my youngest brother. “Yeah, don’t you think it would be cool to see the transformation of our generation to now? It’s been over 300 years” continued Jimin. Sighing, I nodded my head and decided to walk with them up the stairs to our high school. 

“Although everything has changed, I really have no desire to go to school,” I stated. It was true. Everything was different, the laws, the monarchy(which we basically don't have anymore), and just the way of living. I haven’t been to school ever, but being around so long, you can read books and teach yourself, so I have a modest understanding of everything up to Grade 11 education, in which I am enrolling, along with my 3 other brothers; Jungkook, the youngest, Taehyung, The second youngest and most irritable, and Jimin, the third youngest but whom I like best and am closest with.

“You have no desire to do anything but sleep, lazy ass” murmured Taehyung. I looked at him and glared while he quickly looked away. I decided to ignore his comment, and just continue on with the admission process. After walking around the front of the school for a bit, we found the main office, which held two middle-aged women sitting at desks quickly typing things into their computers, whom I presumed to the secretaries. I cleared my throat to get their attention, but only got a muted “One second, please”

While waiting for the secretary, I decided to take a good look around the office. It was pretty simple looking. Square and about relatively decent sized, the walls were a muted beige, with posters hung on the walls about school events and what not. The secretaries were sitting at desks at the back, on the walls opposite of each other with a window in the back wall. Infront of us, there was a small ledge that held the P.A system, the sign in/sign outs sheets, and the visitor sign in. Suddenly, a voice brought me out of my thoughts

“Hi there, I'm so sorry for the wait. It's the middle of the year and right before Christmas break, it’s always a little hectic and busy around here.” One of the secretaries said with a smile on her face.

“It's fine.” 

“So, what can I help you boys out with today?” 

Jungkook started to tell the secretary about us being ‘transfer students’ and we were given our class schedules and a map of the school of where we would need to go. Smiling, the secretary welcomed us and sent us off to our classes. Walking out of the office, I took a look at my schedule, reading and reciting my classes for the rest of the school year.

9:00 - 10:35 - ENGLISH

10:45 - 12:15 - SCIENCE

12:15 - 12:55 - LUNCH

1:00 - 1:45 - KOREAN HISTORY

2:00 - 3:30 - LITERATURE

3:45 - 4:45 - MUSIC

I sighed as I read over my time table’s, slightly glad that I had music for an hour at the end of my school day, every day. Music has always been something I was good at and passionate about. I stopped at the end of the main halls where my brothers and I would part our ways to get to our classes.

“Well... I’ll see you guys at the end of the day. This is big, and I’m really proud of all of us.” Jimin said with a smile. Bidding our goodbye’s for the time being, I looked at the school map and maneuvered my way around to the third-floor and finally found my English class, the class I’m probably least excited about. I never liked English, I always thought it was quite pointless as I’ve never left Korea in the past 300 years of my life. Stopping in front of the classroom, I made sure my hood was up and was covering the whole top part of my head. This is another annoyance about being a vampire and going out in public. 

Being in any source of light makes my skin shine. Humans weren’t wrong with their folk tales about vampires not being able to go into the light. It doesn’t burn, but it’s quite uncomfortable and would freak any person out if they saw someone with shining skin. 

Once I was finally in the classroom, I sat down at the table in the back corner of the classroom where there was the least light and set my bag down. After about 5 minutes, students started piling in, and the once silent class grew louder and more lively. I started feeling anxious, not having been around so many humans in one room like this in many years. I tried calming myself down by taking deep breaths, but the teacher had walked in and had started to talk about how we would be reading an English book called “Charlotte’s Web” and something like that. I wasn’t paying much attention before I suddenly felt all eyes on me and heard the teacher calling out to me.

“Excuse me! Are you the new transfer student?” She inquired. I slowly nodded my head and said “yes”.

“Oh, that’s great! Why don’t you introduce yourself to us? Come stand up at the front!” For fucksake. She urged me to come forward and I started to feel very nauseous not really being comfortable around so many people. Timidly, I walked forward to the front of the class and started to introduce myself.

“My name is Min Yoongi. I'm from Daegu and I’m 3- I mean 17 years old.”

“That’s very nice now why don’t you try introducing yourself in English? This is English class after all.” 

This bit-

“H-hi, I am Yoongi.” I mentally groaned as the class started to giggle and murmur about my limited vocabulary and my pronunciation. 

I hate this class already.

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Finally, after English, I have science, which I have no opinion on. After I make it to the classroom, I make a point to go to the teacher first and introduce myself personally. After we exchanged greetings and names, she directed to my seat which was by a window, which luckily it was cloudy outside today and almost every day in this region of Korea. We're in Gwangdong, which is mostly covered in natural scenery and quite cloudy because of the rivers and the condensation. After getting a brief fill in on what we are learning in science, I was handed a textbook and I began reading through the chapters and answering the questions in my notebook.

"Ah, I'm so sorry I'm late, I slept in this morning. Sorry, Unnie." a sweet voice rang through the mostly silent classroom. Looking up to see who the voice belonged to, my eyes were met with the most curious and innocent doe-eyes I've ever seen.

After staring at each other for a few seconds she smiled and turned to the teacher, bowing her head and handing her a slip, which I presumed to be a late slip. I was suddenly met with the most delicious scent I've ever smelt. My body froze and I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from smelling it anymore, or I would pounce someone.

Throughout my 300+ years of being a vampire, I hadn't always been vegan. I've killed innocent men and women for blood, for I thought that was the only way I could live. It was horrible. I felt guilty and it helped no less in trying to tell myself I wasn't a monster. But when I had met my brothers, they helped me go vegan and helped me to stop feeding on humans. I've been vegan for 150 something years, so I don't have cravings for human blood and flesh, but this scent, it's like it was taunting me, calling me.

And I had to taste it.

[allonsy-yesiwill]

Happy Life

Pairing: Dean x PlusSide!reader, Sam, Jess, Charlie, Mary, Bobby

Summary: You have pretty much given up on your dreams of a fairytale life, however that doesn’t stop you from making sure everyone else is taken care of

Word Count:2213

Warnings: This is just the fluffy intro

A/N: This story takes place in an AU, everyone is still there but life is more normal...minus the horrible back luck. Let me know what you think , I have a few chapters written so I am hoping to post every Friday.

You crawl out of bed at 5:30 getting ready to take your pup for a walk.

“Zoe, come on let’s go,” you yelled at your dog to get up and start moving so you would be able to start working on time.

The sun was rising as you walked your puppy, or more she walked you. While it felt good to be outside, even if you felt that some people were judging you. Sure you were what is considered the average size in america however, you felt not worthy in your own skin. Even with your friends in every size, you still felt like you didn’t deserve the happiness that they had. That you were fat, ugly and well probably like a 0 on the 1-10 scale. Because of this you have calmly accepted your fate, walking your dog at 5:45 every morning alone never having anyone to curl up next to you.

About 6 months ago you  needed a change of scenery so you pulled a name out of a hat and landed in Lawrence, Kansas. You new home was just what you needed, peace and quiet and miles away from your ex. It was nice, everything you were looking for. You had made a few friends and even started helping your friend Benny out with his bar whenever he was short on staff. You counted working behind the bar as a work out, it  was for sure more than you just sitting at your desk all day.

Benny had called you earlier in the day and asked if you could come in and help because he had to let someone go today and you were more than happy to help. As the afternoon moved into early evening, you took Zoe out and noticed a new neighbor moving in as Zoe ran inside their open front door.

“Damnit Zoe, come here,” you yelled jogging over to the gentleman pulling boxes of his car. “So um hi-ya and sorry I think my dog just moved into your place, can I help carry some things inside before I drag her out.” You couldn’t really see who you were talking to and if you had you probably would have just let him keep Zoe.

“There is a duffle bag in the backseat you can grab if you want, but you don’t have to,” the gruffly voice answered as he picked up the 3 boxes blocking his face walking inside the house. You walked around to grab his bag, taking in his amazing impala and all it’s sexiness. I am sure he gets all of the hot chicks with this ride you thought to yourself.

As you walk inside his home you see he has Zoe, your rottweiler, in the palm of his hand. She is giving him loving licks while he scratches her chest. “What her name, sweetheart,” he asked looking up at you. It’s like time comes to a halt when you take him all in, strong frame with broad shoulders that you were sure he could use to carry anyone’s world away. His scruffy jawline topped with his emerald eyes, he was measuring up to be practically perfect in every way. Just then Zoe let out one of her almost talking sounds bringing you back to earth.

“Her name is Zoe and I am Y/N,” you said setting down the back and walking over to Zoe.

Green eyes stands up, “ Hi Y/N, I am Dean. Nice to meet you.”  He extends his hand and the two of you exchange a handshake. Yup he must have all of the muscles hidden under that Led Zeppelin tee.

“So I am guessing you are my new neighbor, Bobby told me that someone would me moving in,” you asking already knowing the answers. The house that Dean was moving into was part of the same property you were renting from Bobby. When you first moved here you were living in the small 1 bedroom cottage that Dean is moving into, but after becoming friends with the  Singer family they decided to help you letting you take the main house for the same rent with the agreement that you could keep an eye on the new tenant and keep up with the yard work and basic maintenance.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” as the word rolled off his tongue you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling. “ What’s that for, “ he ask with his brow furled.

“Oh, nothing at all it’s just a habit. It was nice to meet you Dean. I am sure we will be seeing more of each other, but I have to go help a friend out tonight. Sorry about Zoe,” you said grabbing Zoe by the collar and walking here to the front door.

“No reason to be sorry, Zoe is a good dog. Can’t wait to see you girls again, have a good night,” Dean said as you both walked outside. Dean headed back to the impala while you walked to your front door.

“Sorry Benny, Zoe got out and I had to run after here,” you let out walking behind the bar that Benny owns, Bad Moon Rising.

“No probably at all cher, I am just happy you could come in and help,” he said giving you a peck on the cheek.

“Well let’s make tonight awesome,” you said with a big smile wrapping the apron around you trying to let let the disappointment show as the strings just barely tie in the front.  

Bad Moon Rising is one of the nicer bars in town, it has its regulars that keep you company and let you drift into their life with their stories. Tonight was no different as you noticed Charlie, Sam and Jess wave high as they grab a booth. You walk over smiling as Charlie give you a big hug. You and Charlie have become good friends ever since you had to ask for some help with a technical issue in her local store. She was able to not only fix your issue but take your equipment to the next level, allowing you to get more done in shorter time. You were very grateful as you still did some remote work for you old boss miles away. You took her out to dinner as a thank you, as it turns out she was hoping you were looking for more than just a friendship. Doing your best to let her down softly in that moment, you let your true feeling about yourself come out. She never made a big deal of you but you also noticed that she always said something nice every time she saw you.

Breaking your hug with Charlie she said ,’Hey sexy, making all the money tonight.” You rolled your eyes and simply smiled laughing her off while waving hi to Sam and Jess. You only know them from the bar, but they have always been nice and are such a cute couple. When you still had hopes of finding someone you had hoped it would be like what they had.

“What are we drinking tonight kids?”

“Let’s just do a round of beers for now, Y/N. My brother will be joining us when he gets here you can bring him the same thing and we will get food then,” Sam announced with a large smile on his face.

“Great, I will be right back with those beers,” you said with a large smile. As you walk away you are thankful that Benny called you tonight, it was nice to get out of the house and chat with people even if it’s just surface chat. Being here you were able to mindlessly flirt with the drunken people that surrounded you. It made your heart happy even if deep down inside you knew they wouldn’t want anything to do with you if you weren’t pouring their drinks.

“Darling, can I have another,” you heard coming the gentleman with the english accented at the end of the bar. You were curious because you had never see his face before.

“Sure, what are you drinking?”

“Whiskey neat,” he said with a smile. “ I don’t think I have seen you here darling, what’s your name.”

Well at least he has a nice accent you thought to yourself before you answered in an overly friendly tone, “ I am a backup, Benny only calls me when no one else can cover. I am Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you darling, you can call me Crowley.” The two of you exchange smiles when you see someone walking over to Charlie’s table. You can’t see who it is but you assume it’s Sam’s brother so you grab another beer and walk over.

When you get to the table you scan it looking at everyone else beers before seeing him. “Y/N,” his deep voice questions.

“Hi Dean, nice to see you again,” you don’t miss a step wearing your barter hat.

“Ha, Y/N. I didn’t know you knew my brother. That’s great,” Sam said laughing.

“Just met him today, he’s my new neighbor. Charlie, Sam are you two ready for another?” They both nodded and you walked away happy to put room between you and Dean. You couldn't help the feeling washed over you when he was around. You knew they would fade with time, besides he probably had an amazingly sexy women already in his life.

Returning to the bar and grabbing the beers, Crowley was sucking in all of your attention, Charlie noticed so she walked over and grabbed the beers while giving their food order to Benny.

15 mins later their food is up and you run it to their table. “Sorry for that guys, we’ve got some high maintenance people tonight,” you said setting down the food, “ Do we want another round, I promise this time I won’t even go behind the bar.”

“No worries Y/N, you guys are super busy and that’s great! Another round would be awesome beautiful,” Charlie said.

“Always the flirt,” Dean said in response with a laugh as you walked away.

Before you knew it Benny was calling last call. “Oh darling you can’t do that to me, “ Crowley said.

“Sorry, you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.” You smiled.

“What are you doing after this Y/N? Maybe we could have another drink.”

Fuck really you think to yourself, “Ah thanks, but I am pretty tired and need to get home to let my dog out. Hey Dean, do you want another round before we close up?” You have never been so happy to change the subject as Dean walks up.

“No sweetheart, can I get a shot of whiskey and you can get a shot of whatever you want on me,” he smiled and nodded.  You and Dean share two shots of whiskey, you normally don’t take shots with customers but it was late and you knew you would still have to get Crowley out so you let your rules slide.

“A girl after my own heart,” Crowley says after you take your shot giving you a smile and wink.

Quoting Mark Twain you let out, “ Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.”

“And she’s smart too, sure you don’t want to have just one more drink with me tonight darling,” Crowley asks.

“I still got too much adulting to do tonight sorry,” you said handing him his check. It’s at this time you notice that Dean looking between you and Crowley in an almost protective fashion.

“Well maybe another night, when do you work again?”

Dean scoffed and let out a low growl, “You should take a hint dude.”

“And tell me how any of this is your business,” Crowley growled back at Dean.

At this moment Benny interrupts, “Hey  mon cheri why don’t you give this to Sam and I will finish up with these gentlemen ”  

When you get back to the bar you notice that Crowley is gone and you can hear Dean and Benny reminiscing about the old days. How is it that this guy you just met today was already so weaved into your life and how had you never seen him. Benny let him stay while you and him finished up closing down the bar. The three of you shared a few more drinks and some laughs before you were locking the front door walking to your car.

“Y/N, I can’t thank you enough for coming in tonight and helping me out. I know you have to be at work early in the am tomorrow,” Benny let out softly giving you a big hug and kiss on the cheek.

“It’s no problem at all, Benny.”

You finish your goodbyes and everyone load into their car. You see Dean just hanging out there while you are checking your phone and picking the next song to play. When you finally start to move to toward the exit you notice that he also starts to move.

Arriving the same driveway, Dean give you another smile and nod while you let out with a big laugh, “ Next time we should just carpool.”

“That’s not a bad idea sweetheart, have a good night,” Dean hollered back