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Magickal Use of Cinnamon

Planet: Mercury/Sun/Mars/Uranus

Element: Air/Fire

Folklore: First cultivated and used in the East, Cinnamon was burned to purify the temple. It also promotes health, vigor and libido.

Main magickal uses: Clairvoyance, consecration, divination, energy, good luck, love, money, passion, peace, prosperity, protection, psychic development, success Other magickal uses: communication, happiness, harmony, healing, inspiration, knowledge, meditation, purification, spirituality, tranquility, wisdom Lore: Paul Beyerl suggests that cinnamon be paired with tourmaline for best effect. Cinnamon is important as a purification incense in China. Do not use externally on the body, as it irritates the skin.

The sun is typically seen as representing male or active energy and since cinnamon is a sun-related ingredient it is thought to be useful in protection magic. For a simple cinnamon protection amulet, tie nine cinnamon sticks together and hang the bundle above your door to protect your home from from unwanted people and energies. Laying cinnamon sticks along your window sill will serve the same purpose.

Financial and personal prosperity are also related to the sun’s active energy. Cinnamon sticks combined with other “prosperity” ingredients such as whole cloves, ginger and orange sections can be used as a simmering potpourri to help boost your efforts in job hunting, getting a raise or making general improvements to your financial status.

Because of its hot, fiery nature, cinnamon is a natural ally for love and sex magic. Try turning up the heat in your love life by grinding cinnamon sticks into a chunky powder and burning the powder as incense along with equal parts of red sandalwood and myrrh. Or simply place a stick of cinnamon under your lover’s pillow and see what happens.

SPELL:  Money Talisman


  • Five pumpkinseeds 
  • Three Cinnamon sticks 
  • One dollar bill 
  • Green cloth 
  • Green candle 
  • Cinnamon or basil oil 
  • Green ribbon


On a Friday during the waxing moon, assemble all your ingredients at dusk. Take the candle and rub (prosperity, basil, or cinnamon) oil into it while focusing on your bills and debts being paid, see them being paid, picture your self writing checks and smiling all the way to the bank. Light the candle and take the green cloth, add the pumpkin seeds, Cinnamon sticks, and the dollar bill and fold three times, tie with ribbon. Chant while you work and focus on money coming towards you;

Dollar bill, work your will.
Pumpkinseeds do your deeds.
Cinnamon sticks, do the trick,
Bring needed money & bring it quick

Repeat three times burn candle for nine minutes. Keep Talisman near your wallet or purse, and bills to be paid. Expect money to come, know it will and it shall be.

Bachelorette, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: You’re starting to question your place in life when you find out your best friend is engaged.

Words: 1,550

Author’s Note: It’s been awhile, huh? Life’s been a bit crazy and a lot of my writing attention has gone to Cafes and Late Nights, but I was able to get this one together! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Drinking.

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“You’ve got an admirer, ten o’clock.” Pippa’s tipsy voice sounded from next to you. You ignored her insistent tugs at your shirt sleeve as you ordered another water. “Come on! We’re in a club, you’re single, he’s attractive.”

“Then you talk to him.” The bartender smiled as she offered your drink, a sympathetic look for the designated driver. Pippa wiggled her ring finger in front of your face.

Oh. Right. The whole reason you were out tonight, celebrating.

Pippa’s impending marriage was certainly something to go to a club for - Paul was a good guy and he supported her and you definitely weren’t pissed off that anti-hopeless romantic Phillipa Soo was tying the knot before you were. Sure, you were excited for her and couldn’t wait to squeeze yourself into whatever unflattering maid-of-honor dress she picked for you, but there was a cloud of uncertainty looming in the distance

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Love, again.

Originally posted by beagletae

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1106

Not Requested

-Admin Pastel

Loving a man who pays you to show him affection is impossible.

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Mendicus: Part 1

Pecunia (Money)

Written for @icecream-and-gadreel for donating to my Supernatural Seattle 2017 Gift!

Pairing: soulless!Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,475

Warnings: sub!soulless!Sam,  public teasing (male receiving), dirty talk, sex toy shop, car-shaming (is that even a warning?), mentions of sex workers.

Summary: Tired of Sam’s dominating ways, the reader convinces Sam to be a little submissive for once. 

It was February, the weather was in between being too warm in the day and too cold at night, and you were currently in one of the busiest, most beautiful cities in the United States of America

Vegas week had finally arrived. You, Sam, and Dean were granted a full seven days off from the dangerous world of hunting. The city was crowded, as usual, but you found a reasonable motel on the outskirts. Within an hour you were settled in and relatively comfortable, and you decided to get your own room for once. You deserved a little “me” time.

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the signs as weird f. scott fitzgerald things
  • aquarius: the time he stood on a window ledge reciting poetry and almost jumped out
  • pisces: his foot fetish
  • aries: the time he threatened to jump out a window to prove his love for james joyce
  • taurus: finding out where hemingway moved to and showing up at his doorstep in the middle of the night drunk
  • gemini: the egg yolks he'd put in his friends' hats as a prank
  • cancer: leaving bowls of money out at parties for people to take
  • leo: the time his school paper publicly wrote about him, "will someone poison scotty or find some means to shut his mouth?"
  • virgo: only getting into college because he wrote the admission board that it was his birthday and they felt sorry for him
  • libra: eating ice cream for breakfast and fudge for dinner
  • scorpio: bringing a suitcase filled solely with coca cola bottles to work when he was trying to quit drinking
  • sagittarius: the time in the army he was caught naked with a girl by one of his superiors and tried to bribe him with a one dollar bill folded to look like a hundred
  • capricorn: when he dropped out of college he tried saying it was because of his tuberculosis but really he was failing every single class
[Ace attorney Dou] The paper crane (NaruMitsu)

A short doujinshi inspired by a scene in case 3-5 (Trials and tribulations - Bridge to the Turnabout).
“It was about more than 10 years ago when both Miles and Nick are still kids. Miles tried to fold a paper crane but he wasn’t good at it (actually he can’t even fold a dollar bill). Everyone tried to comfort him, but he would just sit there sobbing…
Then there came our Nick…”

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The Fake Boyfriend

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Summary: Reader bumps into a stranger and her life gets flipped upside down…

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: This was written for @dancingalone21 ‘s Funny Quote Challenge. My quote was, “Don’t objectify me.” If you aren’t following her go do it!…

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of the night

Erwin collects him from the holding tank. Under the winter coat and scarf he’s slung on, he’s in his pajamas. His expression is carefully neutral.

Levi doesn’t thank him. His one call was about watering the weedy little plant Hanji gave him last Christmas, not about bail. 

“Are we going to talk about it?” Erwin asks.

Levi shrugs; checks the time on the clock on the wall of the police station to make a guess about how long Erwin’s had to stew this over. “Probably not,” he says simply. Two hours wasn’t so bad.

“Really,” says Erwin flatly. 

The holding tank officer waves at Levi as he passes by – Erwin’s eyebrow raises, questioning. Levi shrugs again; takes his things that the officer passes over, his cell phone and wallet. He counts the bills folded neatly within to make sure they’re all there.

Erwin watches. The holding tank officer cracks a joke that Levi only half hears. 

“Thanks,” Levi says once he’s done, eyes flicking to the badge pinned to the officer’s shirt and searching, “Officer Jaeger.”

Officer Jaeger smiles, right cheek dimpling. “Sounds to me like the other guy deserved it,” he confides, glancing at Erwin. “Sorry you had to sit in with him. We get a lot of calls around the holidays, so the tanks fill up fast.”

Erwin makes a noise behind Levi. Levi ignores it.  

This is the thing; when Erwin meets Levi, it’s raining, and Levi is wearing a coat three times his size and a scowl, also three times his size. Levi is prickly, cold, and bleeding from his left temple. He’s aware of the picture he makes.

Once, Erwin calls him a stray, with a fondness that makes Lev’s chest tight and and uncomfortable. Levi isn’t kept, Erwin says, so much as he chooses, pointedly, to stay. 

A part of him rankles at the comparison. The part that does has always been the loudest part of Levi’s being. He gets into a fight that evening, comes limping home at four, smelling of blood and alcohol. Soon, Erwin learns not to say these things; and in time, he says nothing fond or kind or gentle at all, all of his words artfully chosen and evenly-bland.

Levi thinks this is the better thing, for both of them.

It’s silent in the car ride home. Erwin’s turned off the radio, so that the only sound is the churn of tires on slicked asphalt and the distant rumble of the engine. 

“How long,” says Erwin, tiredly, “do you think we can do this?”

It isn’t the first time he’s asked this question. Levi leans his forehead against the passenger’s side window, which is blessedly-cool and soothing to the headache that’s built itself behind his brow.

“As long as we allow ourselves,” he answers. He knows, without looking at Erwin, that it’s a cruel answer.

It’s the truth. If Levi were a better man, he would have left the morning after Erwin picked him up. If not that, then he would have at least taken Erwin’s kindness and affection and returned it, two-fold, ten-fold. He isn’t better, so he doesn’t.

Instead, on nights when the comfort of a settled and shared life has built itself all the way up, Levi goes out into darkened streets and prowls for fights. He doesn’t know how to do anything else or be anything but. If he had words to describe it, he’d give them up to Erwin as explanations, if not excuses. 

He doesn’t. 

He’s always lacked the faculty for language that Erwin has.

Instead, in the dark of their bedroom, he curls around Erwin’s bowed back and kisses his neck. He takes Erwin from behind, a hand folded over Erwin’s eyes. It is easy to be gentle when unseen. It’s the only time he thinks he can be.

“I forgive you,” Erwin says into the night. It’s done on purpose – he leaves the words, suspended in the still air, for Levi to pick up himself. He doesn’t force Levi to take them.

He winds himself tighter in response, like he can make himself part of Erwin if he does, and sleeps.

hunger - chapter 3

Hunger master post. 

Death and the wolf have walked in step for years now. Death wears Laura’s face, and smells of the fire. Laura lived for three days after the fire. Just three days. And then she died, and the alpha spark went with her. The wolf doesn’t know where it went. Maybe the moon holds it now. Sometimes the wolf looks at the moon and the moon whispers soft words of consolation to him. Sometimes he looks at the moon and it is cold and silent. He howls for the moon some nights, and some nights it listens. When he was a cub, the wolf believed the moon guided his paws through the woods at night, and lit the way home always. The moon saw everything, knew everything, and the moon loved the wolf and his pack. After the fire he turned his back on the moon so that he didn’t have to see her turn her back on him first.

Now, in the narrow, cold alleyway, the wolf stares up at the sky and wonders if the moon still knows him. He wonders if the moon still has a plan for him. He wonders if the moon brought him to Stiles for a reason.

Stiles wants to find home.

The wolf’s heart aches at the word.

Stiles wants to fix something, to make it right. The wolf knows that feeling as well. The frustration, the devastation. The hopelessness.

Death is silent tonight. Her face is pale and beautiful. More somber than Laura’s ever was in life.

Beside him, tucked in between the wolf’s back and the scant shelter the cardboard boxes provide, Stiles sleeps fitfully. He twitches in his sleep like a pup dreaming of rabbits. He makes odd little noises that prick the wolf’s ears, and digs his fingers into the wolf’s ruff for warmth.

All this time the wolf thought he needed to get his boy out into the woods so they could be safe, but perhaps that’s not what the moon intended at all when she led the wolf to Stiles.

Maybe Stiles is not a beginning, but an ending.

Whatever Stiles is here in Beacon Hills to do, then perhaps the wolf is meant to help him. Perhaps they’re not supposed to shake death after all, but to walk with her. Perhaps the moon will guide them both to a new home, in a place where it isn’t cold anymore, and there is no such thing as hunger and the world doesn’t smell like ashes.

Perhaps death’s embrace will be kind.

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Friends is Only One Letter Different Than Fiends


“But, Raven!”


The sight was an odd one, even for Titan Tower. Raven, surrounded by a, for once literal, black cloud of discontent, stalked down the hallway, trailed by a procession of other women. One of which was floating, in order to keep the pink, sparkling monstrosity she carried from trailing on the floor.

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Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) (1/7)

Title: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Rating: General Audiences (for now at least)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: No spoilers for Captain America: Civil War

Sometimes you start talking with someone, and you realize you share an interest and a wish for a certain supersoldier to be cut som slack. Enter cupcakes. Dedicated to the wonderful @ursulaismymiddlename and also for my darling @loup-malin.

Summary:  He came in for the first time on a Tuesday, after a week of sporadic passes where he looked like he wanted to come in but couldn’t work up the courage.

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My bank account sobs but my heart soars

Originally posted by quandtaspasdeviesociale


Words: 1385
Dean x Reader
Warnings: none
A/N: A little sweet Dean drabble for you all. :)

Your name: submit What is this?

“Sam, what the hell are we doing here?” Dean asked impatiently, wandering after his brother towards the expansive building ahead, weaving through the rows of parked cars. “I’ve got shit to do.”

Sam scoffed. “When I found you in your room you were asleep, drooling on your pillow while the DVD menu for ‘The Karate Kid’ was playing on a loop.”

Dean glared at him. “Yeah. And? You interrupted!” Sam only rolled his eyes and said,

”You’ll see.”

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“Well, well, well…”

Thomas turned from his coffee, finding himself staring up at what might as well have been a ghost,

“Look who’s returned home,” Abel smiled that familiar crooked smile.

“This isn’t my home Abel,” Thomas shifted in his seat trying to give a light hearted smirk,, “you know that.”

Abel’s smile widened, sliding in across from his brother, “So serious little brother,” he joked, grabbing a strip of bacon from Tommy’s plate.

Thomas eyed his brothers kutte, distorted fragments of past memories flickered through his thoughts. Abel caught sight of his brothers lingering stare,
“Keeping the legacy alive Tommy,” he shoved the last bit of pork into his mouth, “one of us had to…”

Thomas sighed.

“Speaking of which,” Abel’s crooked little smile twisted in amusement as he leaned in,
“What are the feds doing in Charming anyways?”

Thomas held back the shock that played at the tip of his tongue, trying to remain professional, he had to remind himself that his brother was as smart as he was deadly.
“I don’t-”

Abel’s smile dropped and his blue eyes turned sinister, “Drop it Tommy, it’s almost insulting that you didn’t think I would find out.” He leaned back and his lips pulled into an amused little smirk, “My brother,” he scoffed, “FBI.”

Thomas took another sip from his mug before leaning in, “And my brother the outlaw.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I ask about Oikawa, Ushijima, Iwaizumi and Kuroo, who has a girl in a class who they don't really like (I don't know... because she is mean, or too smart for them, or just... don't like) and then they see her when she plays the piano and think that she is someone totally else that they think she is? I really like your blog! And Happy Birthday!

OKAY THIS IS WEIRD BECAUSE the other day i was thinking about how in jane austen novels, a woman playing the piano means that she is a well-brought-up, high class woman (and therefore, sexually desirable) and i thought to myself “i wonder if I’m going to get a request like this at some point” and then i checked the inbox the next day and this was there. this is what happens when you get your BA in english

also sorry for the very delayed thank you! it was really hard to think of reasons why these guys wouldn’t like you…like i don’t know you, but i’ve decided that you’re so nice that it should be impossible for these boys to dislike you


He was only walking back from the restroom during lunch. The music room he always passed was empty on his way there as it usually was, but as he headed back to his classroom today, he was surprised to hear the sound of a gentle piano coming from the room. Naturally curious, Oikawa stopped in the doorway to observe the source of the beautiful music. The girl at the piano had their back face to him, posture perfect and delicate hands gliding over and pressing the keys with such ease.

There was always something completely entrancing about a girl playing the piano; it gave her a certain charm that Oikawa could never resist. Perhaps it was the amount of discipline it took to play with such skill that he could relate to that he found very attractive. He would be a fool to not and stay and listen, and give you the applause the you deserved when the piece was over. With quiet steps, he entered the room and sat in one of the chairs placed near the piano, but chose one that was still behind the girl. He needed to surprise her when she was finished. In his mind, she would turn around, gracefully startled by his presence.

When she finished playing the song, Oikawa clapped his hands together, offering a “Brava! That was beautiful.” She turned around at the sound of his voice and applause, smile bright.

“You flatter me. It’s a piece I just learned, so there were some mistakes.”

His smile wavered.

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Right In Front Of You

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Request: Hi could I request a DeanxReader where she keeps getting used by guys and one night there’s karaoke at a bar and she sings Find What Your Looking For by Olivia O'Brien and gets really into it and Dean has always liked her and afterwards when they get back to the bunker he shows her how much she deserves to be loved! 

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: language?

A/N: Some nice fluff for you guys…

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Be My Last

Nothing on you, I just wanna know your name
Even if you’re not my first, please be my last baby

Requested by: Anonymous

You hated working private parties. You hated working private parties when you knew it was a bachelor party. Most of all, you just hated your job period. Which was to serve private parties.

You inhaled a deep breath through your nose, using your back to push open the heavy wooden door that separated the VIP room from the rest of the club. You were setting up for tonight’s booking; a group of six men celebrating the last night of single life for one of them. So, that was great.

Jackson–the private bartender for the event and the only person in the world who could really understand your distate for the whole situation–was polishing crystal glasses that could pay your monthly utility bills behind a bar that cost more than your car.

“‘Evening, Y/N,” he glanced up at you with a smile. “It’s almost showtime.”

You groaned dramatically, carefully placing the bottles of champagne that you were cradling your arms, in front of him. “Not even a little bit.”

“This one isn’t bad, I don’t think.” He shrugged a shoulder, picking up the bottles and examining the brand. “They’re an idol group.”

“How wonderful,” You muttered, uninterested.

Jackson chuckled, flashing that signature, bright smile that had more often than not, ensured he got a great tip at the end of every shift from one person or another. Usually a flirty, pretty little thing, that hoped a folded up bill would be enough to pique his interest. It never was.

“You better perk up, babygirl. They’re booked to arrive in less than ten.”

You heaved a sigh, busying yourself with helping Jackson finish up his cleaning. The only perk of this private waitressing job was really Jackson. He was already working here when you started, over three years ago, but the two of you quickly hit it off. He was working here to help support his family since his dad had fallen ill and was unable to work, and you were here to pay for that daunting university tuition. When you had revealed that, Jackson made you promise to finish your studies. He said he’d kill for the chance to go to university, but it just wasn’t in the cards for him right now.

The two of you chatted, one or the other glancing up at the clock as the minutes ticked by. Eventually the door swung open just enough for your boss to peek his head in, “Y/N, come on out here. The clients have arrived.”

You nodded your head eagerly, instantly transitioning into your work persona. You walked around the bar and out of the door, flashing Jackson a scowling face before closing it behind you. Once it was just you trailing behind your boss, you were all smiles. Your high ponytail swung behind you as you subtly swayed your hips with each step. Swaying hips earned better tips.

Before you even reached the door to the VIP entrance, you could hear the obnoxious yelling and laughing of whoever it was that would be annoying you this evening. Your boss gave you an encouraging nod of the head, rapping his knuckles against the door to let security know that the guests could be allowed to enter. He left you with a pat on the arm, disappearing down the hallway to check how things were going in the main part of the club.

You turned your attention to the door, cocking your hip just slightly. A gust of cool air met you as the door was pulled open, revealing the eager faces of six men. Even if Jackson hadn’t told you that they were idols, you would have already known. The hair was always a dead giveaway.

“Good evening, gentlemen.” You spoke in a sultry tone, your voice just loud enough to pull their attention from whatever conversation they were having.

“Good evening, beautiful lady.” One of them, a tall thing with a handsome and very youthful face, slurred.

How great, they were showing up already buzzed.

“Would you boys care to follow me?” Your red-painted lips curved up into a smile.

“I would follow you anywhere,” The tallest slung his arm around your shoulders when you turned to lead them to the VIP room. It took everything in your power to keep from shrugging him off and driving your elbow into his side. But you couldn’t. So you just tipped your head up to look at him, forcing out a giggle.

Once you reached the heavy wooden door, you were able to slink out from beneath the man’s arm and disguise it as you simply turning to greet the rest of the guests.

“So, who’s the lucky man?” You asked, one hand on the doorknob, jiggling it subtly to let Jackson know that you were about to enter.

“Well, that all depends on you, doesn’t it sweetheart?” Another man, one with sharp features and pale skin called out. A couple of the others laughed, nudging him with their arms.

You laughed along with them, what other choice did you have?

“I’m the one getting married.” A man with a voice so deep you felt it in your toes spoke up.

“Well, congratulations sir.” You offered with a grin.

He chuckled in response, waving a hand. “Yongguk, please.”

You nodded your head, waiting for your cue to allow the boys to enter. From inside the room, you heard the music begin, muffled by the almost entirely soundproof door. You turned the doorknob fully, releasing it to let the door swing open. You stood to the side, allowing the men to enter in a file. As Yongguk walked past you, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Sorry about these boys, they don’t get out much.”

You snorted in response, quickly clearing your throat in a weak attempt at covering up the noise.

Jackson had done the rest of the prep work while you were away. The lights of the room were now dimmed, laser lights of different colours splashed against every surface in patterns and music blared so loud that you felt your eardrums vibrating in time with the bass notes.

The boys excitedly rushed inside, graciously accepting the shots of expensive tequila that had been set out for them. They raised the shot glasses, the tallest of them blabbering out a toast to the end of the bachelor lifestyle for Yongguk and then they downed the clear liquid in unison. You glanced over to Jackson who was hidden behind them, he held up a glass of his own and with a wink to you, swallowed the contents in one gulp.

The night progressed as they normally do; you whirling around collecting expensive drinks that you’d never even dream of being able to afford and serving them to the boys. By this point in the evening, you’d learned all of their names as well as their group. Jackson even plugged Jongup’s phone into the speaker system so that you could hear some of their songs.

Upon learning that you didn’t really know who they were, the boys were slightly offended. It was Jackson who had to come to your rescue by saying that you essentially lived under a rock. Which was true, but that didn’t stop you from giving him a dirty glare.

The boys were spread out throughout the room; Junhong and Jongup were dancing in the far corner of the private space, Youngjae and Himchan were drunkenly yelling at each other about something or other and Yongguk was trying to settle them down by speaking at a level that no one could hear. You leaned against the bar, watching the two youngest members of the group moving fluidly to the music, your fingers tapping against your thigh to the beat as you admired their skills.

“They’re good, huh?” A voice came from behind you, startling you to the point where you almost jumped out of your skin.

You whirled around, your pulse noticeably slowing down to a more normal pace when you were met with two bright eyes. Daehyun must have been sitting at the corner of the bar by himself, you were so entranced by the other events going on in the room that you hadn’t even noticed.

He picked up a shot glass, filling it to the brim with what looked to be vodka. He lifted the glass to you, his hand teetering just enough for a drop or two to spill over and onto the floor.

“Here,” he offered with a faint smirk, “You look a little high strung.”

It may have been your imagination, but you could have sworn you heard a bark of laughter that sounded eerily familiar to Jackson’s.

It wasn’t really recommended for you to drink on the job, but you still had a tendency to bend the rules once in a while. After all, it would be rude of you to turn down a drink that was specifically poured just for you. What the hell, right? You took the glass from Daehyun, holding it between your thumb and forefinger. You brought it to your lips but before you could swallow it, Daehyun put a hand on your arm to stop you. You watched as he gestured for Jackson to bring him another glass, and filled it to the top just as he had for yours.

“Cheers,” Daehyun spun around on his stool to face you, raising his glass.

“Cheers,” You smiled–one of your first genuine ones of the evening–and clinked your glass against his. Both of you tipped your heads back to drink your shots. You ran your tongue over your lips as the smooth liquid ran down your throat, a pleasant warmth following it.

Daehyun quickly took your glass from you, filling it once more and offering it back. You laughed, waving your hand, “Not right now, but thank you.”

He shrugged a shoulder, downing the shot and thumping the empty glass against the polished surface of the bar. “What’s your name?” He asked after a second.

“Y/N,” you had to lean in closer to be sure that Daehyun could hear you over the music.

“You like working here?” He followed your lead and moved his head uncomfortably closer to yours.

The question caught you by surprise; you’d never once been asked that by a client. It also certainly was not the question that usually followed after asking you for your name.

“I do,” you lied with a convincing grin. Then you paused, you didn’t know why, but you felt as though you didn’t have to lie to Daehyun. You felt like you could be honest with him. So, with a quick scrunch of your nose, you added, “It pays the bills,”

Daehyun’s expression changed, it was barely noticeable enough for you to catch it. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what it even was–something about the way he was looking at you. “Are you in school?”

Well, twenty questions it was, then. This was nothing new, you’d had many clients that acted as if they wanted to get to know the “real you”. You told him about your classes, he seemed genuinely interested. When you told him that you were in your second year of medical school to become a doctor, you’d wished that you could have taken a picture of his face.

“So it’s the classic cocktail waitress works to pay for her PHD scenario, hm?” His voice was light, as if he was holding back a laugh at himself.

“Actually,” You held up a finger, pointing it at him, “My official job title is ‘VIP Server.”

Daehyun held up both hands in surrender, mouthing an apology and you couldn’t help but laugh. A tap on your shoulder pulled your attention away and you turned to glance at Jackson, he held his fingers up to his face to represent a phone. You quickly apologized to Daehyun for cutting off your conversation, promising to return.

You walked around to the other side of the bar, ducking down next to Jackson where the phone hung between shelves of liquor. It was rarely a good thing when the phone needed to be used; more often than not, it was to get security to come break up a fight or remove a rowdy client. You brought the phone to your ear, using a finger to plug the other. “Hello?”

“Y/N,” Your boss was almost yelling on the other end, hoping to be heard over the noise, “Get the bachelor ready, we’ve got the girls comin’ down there in five.”

The dialtone informed you that you’d been hung up on, something that was not uncharacteristic of your boss. You straightened up, answering the eyebrow raise Jackson gave you with a knowing nod. This was something most bachelor parties requested. You swiped the black strip of fabric from a cabinet under the bar and waved to Jackson to turn down the music.

When the music was lowered to a volume that you could comfortably speak over, you were met with several pairs of confused eyes.

“Okay, boys!” You called out, making your way over to Yongguk. You stood behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders, causing him to chuckle, “We have a surprise for the soon-to-be groom.”

“And like all good surprises,” you continued, waving the black fabric in front of his face before pulling it taut over his eyes and tying it behind his head, “We can’t let you see what it is.”

The other members hollered, more than likely knowing exactly what surprise was coming. You glanced to the bar and noticed how quiet Daehyun was being, and how his eyes were trained directly onto you. Quickly averting your eyes, you subtly signalled for Jackson to turn the music up again. Surely enough, the floor began to vibrate to the tune of the song as it became louder than before.

You made your way to the door, pulling open a small door that let you peek through to the outside. Four of the clubs most talented–and most expensive–dancers were waiting on the other side of the door. You pulled it open, standing slightly behind it as they made their entrance to the claps and whistles of the boys. You noticed that the last girl to enter, Haewon, hesitated for a second as she stared in the direction of the bar before following behind the rest of the girls.

Each of the girls walked straight over to Yongguk, who was sitting with his hands resting on his thighs and a big, fifty percent gum smile plastered on his face. You looked back to the bar and saw Daehyun with his arms folded over the counter, chatting with Jackson. In all the time that you’d worked here, you had never seen a man turn his back to the strip tease show. You wanted to go sit next to Daehyun, hopefully continuing your conversation from before. You couldn’t though, not while the show was going on. It was the same for each and every one; they would dance and grind against Yongguk, and after that they would spread out to the other boys and give them a taste of the action. As well as the taste of a much thinner wallet by the end of it all.

Like clockwork each of the dancers placed a delicate kiss to one of Yongguk’s cheeks before giving him one last wiggle of the hips and moving on to one of the other drooling boys. How it usually worked was that the girls would go to who seemed the most eager. More often than not, that was anyone in the room. Which usually didn’t happen is that they would scope out the one client who had absolutely no interest in their show whatsoever, just as Haewon was doing to Daehyun right now.

You pursed your lips, still hidden away in your corner of the room as you watched the display. The lights reflected off of her sequin bralette, making the blonde dancer look like she had two disco balls for breasts. She ran her fingertips up each of Daehyun’s arms before turning him around in his seat to face her. You tried to ignore the foreign bitterness that you felt flooding through you. Haewon turned around with a swivel of her hips, bending forward and pressing her bottom against the crotch of Daehyun’s pants. With each movement Haewon made against him, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to just walking out of there. Truthfully, you probably would have. At least you would have, if it didn’t mean costing you your only source of income.

Your silent prayers for some kind of distraction came in the form of Junhong pretty much crashing into you. If you weren’t so accustomed to it in your line of work you might have both fallen over, but you just instinctively wound your arms around his torso to steady him.

“Hi honey,” he drawled out, slumping his entire body weight against you.

“Hi Junhong,” You huffed, struggling to keep his tall frame balanced against your shorter one. “How about we take a seat, huh?”

You tried to shift your bodies, taking a small step in the direction of the bar, but then Junhong’s knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor, pulling you down on top of him. Most of the others in the room were occupied, save for Jackson. He was the one that rushed over to you, helping to pull you up.

“Are you okay?” His voice was wavering just beneath the line of frantic. You couldn’t blame him, the two of you had seen more than enough mishaps in your time working together.

“Yeah, yeah.” You rubbed his arm reassuringly, “I’m just going to take Junhong outside. He probably needs some air. And to get away from the booze in here.”

“I’ll come with you,” Daehyun chimed in, somehow having msde it over without you noticing. He was already leaning down to sling one of Junhong’s arms over his shoulders and pick him up off the ground. Behind him, you could see Haewon standing next to where Daehyun was just seated and her expression was about as far away from happy as one could get.

Jackson eyed you for a second, blatantly ignoring Daehyun. You knew that look. You saw it at least once a night. It was a silent question of ’You sure you’re alright?’. You smiled at him, giving his hand a squeeze and nodding your head. He left the three of you, his eyes focused on Daehyun more than anyone else. It wasn’t unusual, Jackson had just grown to be protective of you. In thus kind of environment, you were more than happy to have him around.

Daehyun had gotten Junhong up on his own, seeming a bit unsteady due to the height difference. You pulled the door open, holding it in place with a foot while you tucked yourself under Junhong’s free arm.

“It’s almost like you’ve done this before,” Daehyun peeked around the younger boy to look at you.

You snorted, “Yeah. Once or twice ”

Daehyun chuckled, hoisting Junhong’s arm up to more comfortably lay across his shoulders, “Where are we taking him?”

“Just out here,” You tipped your chin in the direction of two metal doors that led outside. “More often than not, they just need a little bit of fresh air and maybe a good barf and then they’re ready to go.”

Daehyun made a face, “Was that part of your job description?”

You giggled at that, “No, just the goodness of my heart.” You halted in front of the doors, balancing yourself on one foot and using the other to kick one of them open, “You’re very interested in my job, it seems.”

“More interested in the employee,” he muttered, stepping down the three stairs in time with you. You didn’t know if you were meant to hear that, so you didn’t react. Even if you were meant to hear it, you weren’t sure how you wanted to react.

Your saving grace was that Junhong suddenly spurred to life, lurching forward and keeling over to empty his stomach onto the pavement of the employee parking lot. Daehyun scurried backwards, stopping only when his back was pressed against the wall. You watched him, pressing your lips together to keep from laughing.

“That’s so sick,” He almost gagged, looking up at you. He noticed your expression and his eyes narrowed playfully, “Excuse me, Dr. Y/N. We aren’t all medical professionals.“

“It’s okay, I can’t sing,” You smirked, “And I’m not a professional.”

“I’d let you save my life.”

“That really just says a lot about your judgement skills,” You shot back, trying to keep your voice even to keep from displaying how you did in fact pick up on the blatant flirtacious tone he was using.

“I think I have excellent judgment skills,” Daehyun stepped around Junhong, placing a hand on his friend’s back as the younger held his head in his hands. “I’m into you, aren’t I?”

The blunt statement almost bowled you over. You’d been hit on before, countless times. It wasn’t even the first time you’d been hit on while a drunk person threw up in the same room as you. It was, however, the first time someone had hit on you at work and you were considering it. You were affected by it. There was some weird flipping going on in your stomach and you wanted it to stop. By now, Daehyun was within arms length distance of you. The neon lights of the clubs sign lit up his face, shadows accentuating the sharp angles and he looked so handsome. He looked too handsome and you didn’t know how you were going to deal with what you were feeling.

“Are you just interested in me because I’m going to be a doctor?” You tried to come off cocky, playing hard to get like you did every night. But the words came out in a rushed squeak and if that wasn’t a dead giveaway for the effect Daehyun had on you, you didn’t know what was.

He chuckled and the sound was like music, it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard. Oh God, this sucked. This was a code red, sound the alarm, call the troops type of situation. And you were just standing there, your fingers toying nervously with the hem of your skirt.

Daehyun took his time closing the distance between you two; he’d take a small step forward every few seconds, watching you with a look that could almost be described as predatory.

“Wait,” You held up your hands, splaying them out flat in the air. If you had stretched out your arms any more, you would be touching his chest. “You’re an idol, right?”

Daehyun frowned, obviously confused, but he nodded anyway, “Yeah.”

“And you guys are popular, right?”

“Despite you having no clue we existed, yeah, I guess you could say that.” He laughed when you gave him a sheepish look.

“So, I mean,” Your hands moved in a circle as you processed what you wanted to say, “You’ve got girls on you constantly right?”

Daehyun’s brows lifted past his bangs and you waved frantically, “No, no. Not on you. But, like, into you?” You could have buried yourself right then and there. You just knew your embarrassment was showing in the form of a blush across your cheeks.

Daehyun was now the one to look sheepish, a hand coming up to idly scratch the back of his head before he shrugged both shoulders. “I guess you could say that. They’re harmless though. I mean, I never… accept the advances .”

The first thing that popped into your head was that that was an incredibly difficult concept to believe. Then again, this was the same guy who would rather chat up the bartender than watch four girls dressed in practically nothing parade around a room.

“But to be honest,” Daehyun added as an afterthought. Oh, here we go, “I do think the whole you as a doctor thing is really hot.”

You laughed, leaning closer to bump your shoulder against his arm. You were beginning to feel your confidence build up again. “You should see me in a sequined bra.”

You could have sworn you saw the apples of Daehyun’s cheeks flush a soft pink. “How about a date or two, first?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me out while you’re friend is on the ground, puking.” Daehyun averted his eyes, taking your words as a rejection. You wanted nothing more than to wipe the sad, dejected look off of his face. You leaned closer, pressing a kiss to his warm, blushing cheek, “It’s a date.”