What better way to finish summer off than with an END OF SUMMER BASH at an exclusive mansion?! Talan ( @talanzaretti ) & Asher ( @ashcrking ) have ‘hired’ an exclusive mansion in New Orleans to host a pool party blow out for friends, friends of friends, and whoever wishes to come. Along with a tonne of rooms, this ultimate, luxurious mansion consists of recreational games rooms, a bowling alley, a cinema, & a bar room. The palm trees surrounding the pool will be decked out with fairy lights, along with a self serve bar for your convenience. Think BODY PAINT and SILLY STRING. Think games in the pool (marco polo, pool volleyball), beach balls, cool floaties, hula hoops galore, games of limbo.. a live Jazz band will be accompanying the DJ who’s been hired exclusively for this event. Not only that, Talan and Asher have requested all partygoers to wear “whatever the hell they want” in terms of clothing and costumes, and will be handing out LEIS upon arrival. But the more creative the better! This summer bash will be out of this world, and it’s certainly one you DON’T want to miss.

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What experience changed your perspective on life?

I was about 11 years old and I got into a horrible fight at school with my brother who was barely more than a year older than me so we were close growing up, but with a lot of tension. We had a lot of mutual friends and I don’t remember the specifics, but I felt as if he had embarrassed me in front of everyone or diminished me into being some sort of child even though our age difference was small. After school I went to my Grandmother’s as I usually did after school at that time, while my brother went to wrestling practice.

My Grandmother had a thick French accent and lived in an enormous, overgrown looking house that was filled from head to toe with books and I LOVED it. My brother was more sporty than me and that got a lot of attention and appreciation from our father who I was more alienated from for being bookish. My Grandmother was my only kindred spirit in the family and for much of my childhood really.

Anyways I kind of tried to conceal my anger from my Grandmother at first and I was helping her clean (which I enjoyed doing because we would listen to great jazz and blues artists which she loved and she would tell me about the lives of jazz musicians and such, it was all very cool to me). At one point though she said something or other about my brother and I just couldn’t help it, I hadn’t cried in front of my grandmother in years but I was just so angry and frustrated that it all came out. I was so embarrassed, but I just told her everything right then about how overshadowed I felt by him, how my father didn’t love me the way he loved him, feelings I was super ashamed of even having.

She kind of let my emotions hang in the air and just quietly comforted me by rubbing my back, but then she told me to come upstairs with her to her bedroom. Her bedroom had a lot of character like a lot of the house and it was filled with photos and books and albums she loved and especially had a lot of Jewish art on the walls.

She fumbled around in her desk pulling out random papers and odds and ends until she pulled out a dusty photo album that I had never seen before which was in itself remarkable because my grandmother loved to show me photos of when she first came to America and my mother and uncles as children, all that.
We sat down on the bed and she opened it and there were all of these black and white photos of my great-grandparents when they were alive. It started with very small children and my great-grandparents looking very finely dressed and happy and page by page there was just this horrible transformation of the children getting older and my great grandparents looking like they had aged 20 years when their children had only aged a few years. I had some understanding of what was going on of course, I knew about WW2, the holocaust etc. Which is to say, I knew an age appropriate version of all that, but I was beginning to get old enough that something darker was lurking, a more visceral reality to what I knew factually to be true.

We got to the exact center of the album with my Grandmother saying very little except people’s names, when the photos were taken, etc. Then right there, over a photo, pressed between the pages, was a patch, a patch of a yellow star with the word “Juif” on it. And my grandmother, pressed the star to her chest, as if holding it to where it would have been sewn an age ago and gave me a small nod and said in her soft-breazy accent “This one was not mine, I don’t think, but Claudette’s” and she pointed down at the picture that the star had been covering.

It was of two teenage girls, young, perhaps 13 or 14, smiling in front of some sort of railing overlooking a river, stars visible in their clothing. One, I immediately recognized to be my grandmother, who… while a wonderful human being had sort of a crooked smile and a big nose that was altogether too interesting looking to be mainstream beautiful. The girl next to her in the photo looked in many ways like her, but definitely had more classic good looks and a certain radiance that really came off the page.

“This is her. Claudette, my sister. We were very close in age, closer even than you and your brother.” she kept punctuating her sentences with a sort of bitter, humorless laugh and would pause, look away and then look back at the photo.
“She was my best friend, but I was very jealous of her, very. She was beautiful, funny. It hurt to even be jealous of her, she was so likable.” She sighed and I caught sight of the numbers tattooed on her arm, my earliest memory was and is of my grandmother giving me my first hair cut in front of the mirror and her guest room and my eyes catching those numbers in the reflection as if for the first time and the sudden curiosity they inspired. I felt a morbid echo of that curiosity then.

Then she said to me “I never would have thought then. That I would have been the lucky one. Your granmere has gotten old. Claudette will be 15 forever.” and her voice broke on that last word, not quite finishing it.
“Try not to fight with your brother Ezra, or else, do not let the fight go on for too long. You’re young, but you’re smart enough to know that most of us are not young forever. Trust me, the older you get, the more desperately you will need those who knew you when you were young.”

And then just like that the moment was over, she replaced the star, shut the album and shut it all away. Then she went back to cleaning, as if her own heart hadn’t broken all those years ago, as if she hadn’t just blown my own fucking young mind.

My Grandmother died when I was 16, but wrote me a card for my high school graduation in advance knowing that she probably wasn’t going to make it. On the day I graduated I opened and read her advice, her hopes for me, all good stuff. It ended with her recalling that day and what it had meant for her and how she hoped I could find balance in life between being true to myself and not sacrificing happiness. The last line was “We all have a responsibility to remember the bad times, even when it hurts to admit that they happened; just as we have a responsibility to remember the good times, even when it hurts to admit that they’re gone. Congratulations on your graduation, I love you with all of my heart.”

I bawled then, I’m tearing up now just thinking about it. Never has another human being had more of an impact on another than my grandmother had on me.


This is my friend, Elizabeth, and her orchestra. If you’re lucky enough to live in Los Angeles (hey, there’s a few things that are good about living here) you can see Lizzy and the Triggermen live. They are AMAZING!!

Ring of Fire

Summary: AU. An all-consuming love like theirs can either keep them warm at night, or burn everything they know to the ground like a wildfire.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,471 (without lyrics)

Warnings: angst, language, wounds, more angst, love, fluff, implied sexytimes, no smut, song fic style

A/N: This is my one-shot entry for @caplanbuckybarnes‘s Song Challenge. I was given “Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash. This is my first attempt at (almost) canon.

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“Dear Theodosia” live jazz version by Leslie Odom Jr at the McKittrick Hotel

Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part III)

Part III – “You don’t know how lovely you are”


The night was unusually dark, even for the end of September – the scarce light of public illumination swallowed by scraps of mist, like cold long fingers, stretching to capture an unwary victim. But the lack of visible stars caused me more dismay – the feeling of infinity I usually felt gazing above my head, of endless life beyond the flapping of butterflies’ wings of human existence, veiled beyond my reach. I felt small and locked outside of a mystery that made my life more meaningful.

I was walking fast across Princes Street, my hands buried on the pockets of my overcoat, thinking about the job interview I had endured that day – a promising position as a Math teacher for a local high school, very surprising considering my lack of experience and the fact that I was fresh out of college. The headmistress had seemed pleasant and competent, interested in knowing things about my personal life as well as my academic course – inevitably she had asked why I had took almost an entire year off school, four years ago. I had answered truthfully, reassuring her about my full recovery.

To my right I could see the Gardens and the outline of the Scottish National Gallery, one of my favourite places in Edinburgh to relax and spend some free time. Without a second thought, I decided to make a shortcut across the park, which would lead me straight to the neighbourhood where I had rented a small, yet cosy, apartment.

I saw her before I could even hear her – she was standing alone, talking on the phone, close to the museum entrance. She was wearing a long black dress with sleeves, which fitted perfectly her mesmerizing body, kissing her curves with fabric lips – her hair pinned up in a simple but elegant knot. She sounded distressed and – I thought – angry enough to make me want to run in the other direction. I recognized her instantly, even in such different circumstances than those of our last encounter – Claire.

I walked – levitated, really – towards her, without any notion of why I was doing it. Perhaps I meant to thank her for what she had done in the past. Maybe I was fascinated by the idea that, for once, I could be her saviour. She was clearly dressed for an elegant party – as I approached the building, I noticed several people in similar clothing, probably heading for some sort of gala inside.

I could hear her talking more clearly, her voice quick and deadly, like the stab of a dagger. “Fine!” She snapped, suddenly finishing her conversation. Claire looked at her phone with aversion, like she was considering the idea of throwing it to the nearby bushes.

I was near enough for her to notice my presence – without recognizing me, she quickly composed her expression and looked at her phone with pretended interest, fearing any unwanted advances from a strange man in the night.

“Claire?” I called her, as I reached the circle of light streamed through the museum’s doors. Her eyes jumped to mine and softened, as she promptly identified me.

“Jamie!” She greeted me, smiling – her lips were a soft pink with the touch of discrete lipstick. “How are you?”

“Good.” I grinned back – a gesture that almost entirely faded away as I noticed the ring on her finger. It was a sizable diamond, shining like a beacon made of crystal, outrageously dominant on her slender finger. An engagement ring.  “I couldna resist, coming to say hello.”

“It’s so good to see you!” Claire seemed honestly happy and warm – a million miles away from the cold glacier of moments before. “Are you coming to the charity gala too?”

“Ach, nae.” I gave her a lopsided smile and raised my brow. “Is that why ye’re here?”

“Yes.” She shrugged, sliding her phone inside her black satin clutch. “I was waiting for my fiancé but it seems he is…rather busy at the moment. He won’t be coming.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I said softly, trying to abstract myself of how magnificent she looked – dark as the night, but with millions of stars inside her. “I’m sure ye’ll have a lovely time, nonetheless.”

“I doubt that.” She replied, somewhat conspiratorially. “This night was organized by a friend of my uncle – he was kind enough to invite me in honour of his memory. Actually, I don’t know a living soul inside those doors.” Claire’s eyes darkened, sadness creeping in. “Maybe I’ll just go home and send him my apologies afterwards.”

“No!” I instantly rejected the idea. “Perhaps I could go with ye?” I suggested in a cool tone, praying that I wasn’t about to blush. I pointed to my black attire, matched with a grey tie. “I’m wearing a suit after all.”

“That you are.” She smiled, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Do you really don’t mind?” Claire asked, nervously adjusting a stubborn curl that had fled her hairdo. “We could just pretend you’re my fiancé. No one really knows Frank, either way.”

“Of course, lass.” I mockingly offered her my arm for her to hold. “Shall we?”

We entered the party, quickly mingling with the crowd – an assorted array of wealthy men and women, with a taste for art and philanthropy - or for ostentation. Soon enough we had located the canapé and champagne flutes, launching ourselves in a conversation about the artistry on display – or lack of it.

“So, are you fully recovered?” Claire eventually asked me over the live jazz music, that a small band was playing in the corner, a saxophone crying about the loss of an imperfect lover.

“Aye.” I nodded, offering her one of my owlish winks. “I’m so verra thankful for what ye did for me – I…”

“Don’t be silly!” She dismissed emphatically, waving her hand. “I should be the one to thank you!” And seeing my puzzled look, she leaned over and talked closer to my ear. “After what you told me, I went ahead and applied to medical school. I work some shifts as a nurse to pay my bills, but I’m a proud med student!”

“That is wonderful!” I congratulated her, squeezing her hand – soft and capable, warm under my fingers as a pulsing heart. “I’m so glad!”

I convinced her to dance, afterwards. She conceded with an amused smile. We swayed together, amongst other couples – I wasn’t an eager dancer and had no memory of a time when the idea of dancing had seemed appealing to me. But with Claire everything was natural and effortless – every move and word had the magical quality of destiny, of a life finally fulfilled. I tried very hard to overlook the shackles symbolized by her ring, the deafening warning of a tragedy I was powerless to avoid. She had wilfully surrender to the dragon – I couldn’t be her saving knight.

“So what happened to yer fiancé?” I asked tentatively, my hand struggling not to caress her lower back. God, it seemed so easy to touch her, to hold her against me. “Ye seemed distraught.”

“He had a meeting with another faculty assistant.” She pursed her lips in discontent, her eyes avoiding his – hiding her pain and shame. “Something about a spectacular discovery in his newest research.”

“Oh.” I babbled, trying to sound charitable. “Have ye been engaged for a long time?”

“A couple of months.” Claire sighed, her fingers accidentally brushing the back of my neck and making me shiver, preparing to confess her secrets under the protection of the music around us. “Actually, he has been invited to go to America to teach – and asked me to go with him.”

“And will ye?” I asked, almost breathless – pushing down the sudden feeling of panic, like a dark wave that threatened to swallow the skyscrapers of my soul. “Go with him?”

“I honestly don’t know.” She admitted slowly, wincing a little. “But I accepted his proposal so…I should want to go with him, shouldn’t I?”

“I dinna ken much about serious relationships.” I said in a hoarse voice. “But I dinna understand how a man can leave a woman like ye, alone, in such a night. I dinna ken how anything can be more important than being with ye.”

“It’s complicated!” She tried to argue, but her voice lacked the vigour of certainty. “He has to work a lot to get recognized. Sometimes he has to let go of superfluous things, as much as I –“

“Dinna say that!” My voice was a deep rumble, suddenly stripped of all civility. “Ye should be the priority in his life, lass. Ye are a wonderful woman.” I gulped. “Any man deserving of being with ye, should give ye the place ye deserve in his life. Never settle for less, Claire.”

She nodded, looking away to hide the sudden threat of tears. Eventually, her body relaxed and her cheek came to rest in the lapel of my blazer, silently thanking me for my support. I could feel the small movements of her lashes, the hot breath of her life so close to my heart – I never felt more alive, nor more defeated.

We talked and danced the night away – I made her twirl and laugh, until her face was less pale, more like the lively girl in the graveyard, so alive amongst my ghosts.

At the end of the night, I escorted her to a taxi – not daring to offer her my company to her doorway. I feared what the intoxicating mixture of her and the champagne might conjure up.

She smiled – skilfully tucking something inside the pocket of my overcoat – and stood on her toes to kiss my cheek in a tender goodbye. Later, feeling less overwhelmed by the lack of stars, I read her note – “In case you need it. XO”. She had added a phone number underneath the short sentence and a funny smiley face, with abundant curly hair.

I kept her note under my pillow for the next few weeks – a silent dare, urging me to take a leap of faith. I was convinced that my path was fundamentally entwined with Claire’s – it had to be a reason for the insistency of life to place her in my way. She lured me in – fascinated me.

I must have grabbed the phone, adamant on calling her, half a dozen times. Started to dial her phone number – by then carved on my brain with luminescent red ink of desire – at least a dozen more. I mentally prepared our conversation – tried different variations of casualness, honesty and tenderness. I laid awake at night, gazing at the phone, ominous and teasing.

Iffrin!” I desperately reprehended myself one night, almost a month after the gala. I clenched my teeth, breathed deeply several times, and made the call – prepared to invite her for innocent coffee.

“The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected or is no longer in service.” – said the mechanical and metallic voice that took me back to a place with no stars.

lightning under your skin

Yoongi scenario

genre: angst, fluff

word count: ~ 9700

a/n: Technically, in quantity, there’s probably more fluff than angst. But Yoongi’s character is quite heartbreaking in general, so I’m leaning towards it being angst. Also, I guess, it’s kind of “People have random magical powers!AU”.

mini-playlist for the story

1. Sixx A.M. - Skin. || 2. MIIA - Dynasty. || 3. Billie Eilish - Ocean Eyes. || 4. Troye Sivan - BLUE (feat. Alex Hope). || 5. TroyBoi - On My Own (feat. Nefera). || 6. Agust D - So Far Away (ft. Suran). 

“That’s just how your world worked. People were used to trying different things and hanging on to every opportunity to participate in a new activity; all in hopes to reveal the power they were born with. You wouldn’t know what it is until you found yourself in a situation, where your own magic could be used. The hardest part of the search - most powers were so random and specific, that you’d have to be pretty damn lucky to stumble upon it.”

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how many utterly ridiculous lines Avi Kaplan has uttered that can and will make me swoon and/or die and/or giggle featuring hits like:

  • girl, it’s been a long time coming, but i just have to say, “i love you baby” whoa-oa-yeah
  • I’m gonna pop some tags only got twenty dollars in my pocket. i-i-i’m huntin’ lookin’ for a come up. this is freaking AWESOME.
  • [stop!] shake your body down to the groooound
  • yeah it’s pretty clear i ain’t no size two, but i can shake it-shake it like i’m supposed to do 
  • television (whu-whu) rules rules the nations, oh yeah
  • let’s get it on, baby
  • *in german* i love you
  • be careful, it’s treacherous
  • call me maybe
  • ‘cause i got that boom-boom that all the girls chase and all the right junk in all the right places
  • [tells crowd to imagine a LOTR fight scene before singing an epic song because he always has to bring up LOTR] are you guys ready to go to middle earth ‘cause i sure am. 
  • DUMDUMDUM (x500)
  • i wear your grandad’s clothes. i look incredible. i’m in this big old coat from that thrift shop down the road.
  • ref, play it back! 
  • ‘cause you know i’m all about that bass.
  • *french accent* chesebeeergeeerrr
  • you’re my little pusher love girl
  • hi it’s just me avi.
  • i love my love, and well she knows, i love the ground whereon she goes
  • *dressed up as the cowardly lion* i can’t be tamed. i can’t be tamed. I CAN NOT be tamed
  • *casually singing some german opera like*  HEEEY DIGGLE DIE DIGGLE LOOOOOWWW-OOOOOH-OOOOOH *camera mic freaks out*
  • hey scotty, where’d you get that shirt?
  • time to let me UPGRADE YA.
  • far over the misty mountains cold, to dungeons deep and caverns old.
  • drop the BEAT
  • it’s my hips… there’s no lies… there are no deceits… i always tell the truth when it comes to my hips.
  • [emphatically] dragons. barbeque. and basses.
  • [tells people to stop saying dragons aren’t real, is willing to fight about it]
  • three is you and you and i (ONE)
  • it just so happens every single dwarf in that posse is a super-low bass. i don’t know where i was in middle earth at that time, but i’m sad that i wasn’t there.
  • AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH AAAAAAAAAAHHHH (guess which sing that is)
  • dirty diana whoa-oh-yeah
  • HI! *everyone cracks up ruining the shot* i’m very sad
  • imma teach you how to love, imma teach you. imma teach teach you how to LAAAAAHVE.
  • girl tell me how ya FEEL.
  • *very enthusiastically* we’re seeing a castle today!!!!
  • castles are my favorite things. besides dragons… and low notes
  • NANANA  (x500)
  • my body’s too bootylicious for ya, babe 
  • ooH-ho-ho NO!
  • we’re not gonna live. any other wAY.
  • *jazz scats summertime*
  • if i were the king of the FOREEEEEST! (not queen, not duke, not prince)
  • bLACK is the COLOR of my truuu-u-u-uuu-e love’s hair.
  • *to mitch* SHUT UP FOO’!
  • And! …Don’t forget to subscribe. (*^.^*)
  • [lucky charms, they’re] mAGICALLY DELICIOUS
  • *hums with low-tuned cello*
  • *looks up song lyrics on his phone* lyrics. for the bass.
  • *blows out speakers and gets chased around stage*


The Seduction of Jazz

A few months after college graduation, I moved to a tiny studio apartment in Manayunk, a neighborhood in northwest Philadelphia.  My apartment was on top of a bar tending school and was large enough for a bed and a coffee table, nothing more. To give you perspective, the kitchen stove was about four feet away from where I slept.  I found a picture of my empty apartment below and the photo was taken in the “kitchen”. It was here where I remember first listening to jazz….on purpose. 

My short-lived love affair with jazz started one night after I watched Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris.  I always have romanticized the 1920s but the movie triggered a night’s worth of appreciation. I poured myself a glass a wine, sat on the stool near my window, lit a cigarette, and listened to the sounds of Louie Armstrong while watching the night life below me. That evening was so pleasurable that I made it a weekly habit that lasted about six months…

I later moved in with one of my best friends (shout out to Erika) to a new neighborhood in Philly.  Living with a roommate has a lot more pluses than negatives but you do have less time (and freedom) to enjoy nights alone. It was here where I stopped listening to jazz.

Flash forward to the present, where I am being seduced by jazz for a second time, and again it was triggered by a movie.  Although the film is set in modern times rather than the Jazz Age, La La Land’s one protagonist is a passionate jazz musician (played by Ryan Gosling) who’s dream is to open his own jazz club.  This resurfaced memories of my time in Manayunk and the nights where I suppressed the habit of watching TV, playing video games, or being on my phone but rather indulged in a slight buzz and jazz music.

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The reasons I find jazz so alluring is because:

  • Jazz was the soundtrack to the Roaring Twenties, a decade that was progressive and rebellious.  Women’s suffrage was at its peak at the turn of the decade and women wanted a new standard for themselves. Women danced, smoked, drank, and talked freely about sex.  African American culture had a big impact on the 20s and females like Bessie Smith took over the radio. The youth took to night clubs and speakeasies to enjoy different styles of jazz.  People were using automobiles and telephones at large scale and motion pictures grew in popularity and accessibility. Those in their teens and twenties rebelled against the cultural norms of the older generations and progressive cities like London, Paris, and New York experienced a new “cultural edge”. In France, the Roaring Twenties are known as the Crazy Years which speaks to the chaotic nature of this decade.

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  • Jazz is ever-changing.  Ryan Gosling’s character touches on this during a scene in La La Land –> jazz has a improvisational component to it which allows the artist to change up a song every time he/she plays it. This means that if you are listening to a live jazz band/artist, you may never hear that unique version of the song they are playing ever again. The same artist can play the same song over and over but the piece, to those that really listen, is always new.  Jazz also, on a larger scale, has evolved over time, as most genres do.  I encourage you to check out reddit user johno456′s answer to the thread below (also earning him reddit gold) to better understand the changes in jazz throughout the last few decades:
  • Jazz gives me the feels.  Jazz makes me feel optimistic, sexy, and inspired.  I feel mature, yet youthful.  I find the whole experience of listening to jazz very pleasurable.

If you want to dabble, here are some of my recos:

Dream a Little Dream of Me - Ella Fitzgerald

Let’s Get Lost - Chet Baker

Heebie Jeebies - Chick Webb & His Orchestra

The Girl From Ipanema - Amy Winehouse (+ the original version from Gets/Gilberto)

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The Snow Globe


Author’s Note: IDK what I just wrote, it’s kind of all over the place, but I hope you still enjoy a lil bit??? IDK IDK

I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world’s greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance. - Nora Ephron

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Mine. {Vampire!Mafia!au Johnny x Reader}

You were his queen, his world, his everything.

Johnny had met you when you were a teenager, 15, to be exact. He never knew he could truly love until he met you, until he smelled your blood. The moment he caught a whiff of your scent he knew you were his mate. When you both officially met, it was 3 days before your birthday. He never expected to meet you under such horrible circumstances…There had been an accident. You were riding your bike while he watched from afar, a man was drunk driving and seemed to fancy going over the speed limit by 20 miles. When you were hit by the car, Johnny could almost hear his heart break over the sound of the car tires screeching. Johnny was by your side in less than a second, he comforted you until the authorities and an ambulance got there. One of the paramedics asked him to go with you so you wouldn’t be alone. When you arrived to the hospital, he waited for your mother to show up so he wouldn’t intrude on your personal life until you were older. Your mother arrived 30 minutes after she had gotten the call but she wouldn’t let Johnny leave seeing as he made sure you stayed awake and calm until help came. 

When you woke up, Johnny fell absolutely head over heels for you. You recognized then instant you saw him standing behind your mom. You couldn’t stop thanking him for keeping you awake while you laid on the street after the impact. When you were released from the hospital, On your birthday, Johnny insisted that you two go out for coffee. The way he asked you to coffee was like a scene out of an old movie, He asked your mother first as well. He was a gentleman, an old timey one. Johnny had to come clean about who and what he was but he wanted you to agree to being his first, so he asked permission to court you.

The first date, Johnny had confessed about what he was. He confessed that he was in a mafia with others much like him, He even told you how old he was. When you didn’t believe the vampire part, he showed you the way his eyes glowed and his ability of speed, strength, and his knowledge about almost everything. Johnny told you what you were to him, you’re his mate, his world, his everything.
                                                -PRESENT TIME-

Johnny had Mark watch you while you went to classes at uni, some wanna be gangsters think that they can hit on you without NCT finding out. They were dead wrong. The moment Johnny even smelled one of them on you, he had asked Mark to sign up for some of your classes (Johnny would sign up for a few as well) so you could be protected if needed.

“Johnny, are you sure you want to go through another semester of History? Didn’t you go through like…40?” you asked

“First of all, Love, I’m doing this to make sure those greasy boys don’t touch you. Second, I’m curious to see how much the history has been altered.” He answered with a light chuckle

“Alright then, don’t crack up in class though..please..?” You requested

“I’ll try my best, sweetheart. Anywho, are you ready to go to the club? The boys are missing you~” Johnny stated

“I’ve been ready for quite a few minutes, babe..” You laughed at the cheesy smile he gave you

You two walked out to his car, you bumped your head getting in due to a spider. You could hear Johnny snickering silently as he gave you a once over to make sure you’re okay. The club wasn’t that far from where you two lived, it was a jazz club that had been going for decades. Johnny pulled into the parking lot, he quickly shut off the car and made his way to your side to open the door for you. His sweet gesture made you giggle, Johnny took your hand as you two made your way into the club.  

“Y/n!! Welcome back, doll!” You heard Winwin yell from behind the bar as he cleaned the glasses

“Hey, y/n! Any requests?” Taeyong asked as he stood next to the jukebox

“hmmm….can you put on a slow song, please?” you asked

“You got it!” Taeyong flipped through a few songs before stopping on one

Johnny knew what it meant when you wanted to hear a slow song, it means you want to dance with him. Johnny adored dancing with you because it meant you two could be insanely close to each other without hearing Jeno snickering about PDA to Jisung. The song Taeyong put on was ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’, your favorite song. Johnny knew all too well that you adored this song, he gently took your hand and walked to the middle of the room. He placed his right hand on your hip and with his left, he took your free hand into his. Johnny kissed your forehead and smiled at you, he started swaying to the slow beat. You leaned your head on his shoulder and sighed in content, you loved dancing with Johnny.

Your moment was cut short when 3 members of an unknown mafia came in. The door swung with force and hit the wall, the bang caused you to jump. Johnny had you behind him faster than you could register, NCT had followed his actions and stood around you. They were insanely protective over you, you were their human the moment you agreed to be with Johnny. You adapted to them being overprotective because you were a fragile human and they were indestructible vampires, they want you safe and sound. Taeyong stepped up to the front of the group and smiled gently.

“Gentlemen, it seems you’ve interrupted something very important to these two,” he gestured to you both “Now, may I ask why the hell you did that? We don’t want our doll upset.”

The men snickered and looked in Johnny’s direction
“Doll? Is she your pet, or your snack?” The shortest one spoke up
“She smells delicious, can I have a taste?” The Leader asked

You could hear the growl Johnny let out at the thought of them even being able to smell you. You placed a hand on his back to calm him, you can see him relax when he felt you touch him. Looking over his shoulder, you see the three men. Their eyes looked exactly like Johnny’s the day he proved to you he was a vampire, except they had no emotion. The look in their eyes caused you to shake, they were hungry and they wanted you to be their snack.

“Excuse me, but I believe you’re eyeballing something that belongs to us. Scum like you doesn’t deserve the treat to see her.” Jisung yelled from behind Winwin

Taeyong chuckled and looked at Jisung “Don’t provoke them, Ji. Although, you are right. They don’t deserve to look at our beautiful girl. I suggest you leave, gentlemen. You’re treading on our territory, terrorizing someone very precious to us, and you ruined their moment together. I’m not very nice when annoyed, Explain yourselves before we make you.” Taeyong shifted his weight to his other leg

“Woah now, we just wanted a snack. You have the perfect one behind that pretty boy, she smells exquisite…” The middle one said

Johnny would have gone after him if it weren’t for you clinging to his arm to keep him still, he was getting angrier as the men mentioned you. He gently removed his arm from your gripe and wrapped it around you in a more possessive manner. He was practically displaying that you were his and his alone. The glare he gave was deadly. If looks could kill, the three men would be splattered on the pavement.

“Leave. Now. You’re not only disrespecting us, but you’re disrespecting what’s mine. You’ve scared my mate, my group- family, and you came onto my territory without
notification. It’d be a shame if your leader found out what you’re doing, you what the punishment is for terrorizing other mafias is right?” he asked in a condescending tone

“It’s not punishable…from what we know..” The leader spoke up

Johnny let go of you and ushered Mark to stand next to you, He walked into the three’s view and smirked. “The punishment is death by the leader of the tormented group.” his eyes changed colour

The three backed up as Johnny slowly walked towards them
“I’ll give you one more chance to leave before I rip your heads off your bodies and send them back to your leader, yeah?”

They scrambled out of the door as quickly as they could without bumping into each other. The urgency ensued laughter between NCT, it got a small chuckle out of you. Johnny let out a big breath as he walked back to you, he wrapped you in a big hug and inhaled your scent.

“My mate, My family, My territory. I’m not letting some wanna be thugs change any of that.” he mumbled into your hair

You smiled and held him close, out of habit he started swaying side to side. 'When a man loves a woman’ was playing

“Let’s finish our dance, babe.” you whispered to him

Johnny smiled and held you properly so you two could dance. He leaned his forehead on yours and closed his eyes, you could feel how content he was with you in his arms.

“Love, I have a question..” Johnny said quietly

“What is it?”

“Remember the first day we met?” He asked

You nodded

“It was the best day of my life, when I finally met you..Not the circumstances I met you under but you get what I mean. From then on, they years I’ve been with you have been the happiest ones I’ve ever experienced. You kept me from acting on rash thoughts for these 6 years, you kept me happy and healthy, you’ve set an amazing example for the younger ones of the mafia…you complete not only me, but everyone in this room. Y/N Y/L/N, with permission from your parents,” Johnny let go of you to pull out a indigo velvet box, he got down on one knee and looked up at you “will you do me the extraordinary honour of making me the happiest man on earth by becoming my bride?”

You had tears streaming down your cheeks as you stared at Johnny

“Of course I will..” you whispered out

Johnny stood up to hug you, he spun you around as all the other members cheered. He put you down to slip the beautiful ring onto your finger.

“I love you, so much.” He said with tears in his eyes

“I love you too, Johnny. Forever..”

“Forever.” He stated before he sealed the deal with a kiss

“Get a room!” Jeno and Jisung yelled in unison

{@remembeo, tis I, VampJohnnyAnon! Enjoy!}