#tandoori nights

[shanti-ashant-hai]

the ultimate depression song

#TAK TANANANA TANDOORI NIGHTS TANDOORI NIGHTS TANDOORI NIGHTS #desiblr #shitposts #desi shit posting #shanti ki ashanti suno #Spotify

[hannawithno-h-intheend]

Girls night in coex, a mall in Seoul!

#vloglife #seoul korea #pasta #girls night #vacation #movie night #indian food #tandoori #shopping #movie theater

[tobylovesspence]

Late Night Talking

Content: Your poor boyfriend Reid just has to talk about how he feels. Reverse comfort! He's such a sweetheart :(

Working with the B.A.U. really was a tole taking job. Even more so when you got told you were a room down at the hotel. "You can room with me if you want." It was Reid's quiet voice next to you, "I don't feel much like sleeping so you can have the bed." He gave you that tired smile, the small one that had you knowing that he really didn't feel like sleeping.

Even after you'd both settled in the room and sat comfortably on the bed you could tell he wouldn't sleep so you laid down first. "Lay down." you mumbled and he did so, albeit awkwardly but he laid beside you. "Do you think I'm strange?" it was quiet, an almost unnoticeable whisper. "Strange? Why would I think that?" You could see from your peripherals that Reid was messing with his hands, anxiously thinking. "Talk to me, Spence."

At that he was quiet for a moment. "I just know I'm odd. I use words like betwixt and I know what ballads are. I seem to talk too much and never notice that people don't like what I'm talking about. My favorite shows are nerdy and I always explain them to people who don't care. I go on and on about things the team finds creepy or weird. Derek says I'll never get a date if I keep being this way and I'm starting to see his point, I'm lacking in the boyfriend department and I can't even make friends. You know, the team tells me their secrets and I think it's because they know I have no one else to tell. Did you know J.J. collects butterflies? Or that Derek secretly likes The Smiths? Or that Hotch is fond of chocolate flavored sweets? Emily likes deathmetal. Penelope's favorite television program is Vampire Diaries."

Reid turned to you as he spoke, looking at you as if he might cry. He felt so estranged compared to everyone else, you seemed to be the only one who listened. You didn't even talk when he was done, letting him continue. "I just know all this stuff about everyone, and I feel like no one knows me." You nodded softly and finally talked after a beat of silence. "Chocolate frosted donuts with rainbow sprinkles." Reid was instantly confused by this, raising a brow. "Excuse me?" '

You chuckled, "Your favorite donut. Emily told me." A small smile graced his lips at this. "And Derek said you really like chicken tandoori." His smile only seemed to widen. "And you put three whole tablespoons of sugar in your coffee according to J.J." You seemed like you weren't going to stop anytime soon and he looked so contented he didn't want you to. "And Hotch says you like pretzels and rice crispy treats. Pen says you grew up with horses and that you adore Halloween and all its traditions. Gideon told me you loved classical music and chess, he even saw you play piano once. And you're never lacking in the boyfriend department because you've been nothing but perfect. You're the sweetest man alive and I wish you'd ramble to me every second of the day because your voice is lovely."

He seemed about ready to cry as he moved his hand to touch your cheek. "You're too good to me," he whispered, kissing your forehead, "Thank you. I feel much better sweetheart." You give him a small smile and a kiss. "That's good, now let's get some sleep you look exhausted."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction

[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // january 29 // prompt: fancy // words: 411 // cw: implied sexual content

Friday nights are date nights for James and Regulus. Usually, they’ll order food, something from their favorite Vietnamese restaurant or the Italian place down the street. They’ll get cozy on the couch and watch a movie.

Sometimes they go out. Bowling, or dancing, or there was that one time they went to a wine tasting and got wine drunk and and kicked out of the wine tasting for giggling and getting handsy under the table. They never went again.

And sometimes, they’ll cook. Most of the time it’s nothing fancy, but tonight James is looking to impress. And get laid. And the tandoori chicken he has perfected over the years normally does the trick.

Regulus is perched on the kitchen counter, keeping a watchful eye on the stove as James digs around in the pantry for the baklava he’d gotten on his way home from the shop Regulus likes. He’d gone to great lengths to make sure Regulus didn’t find it early.

“Timer’s done,” Regulus calls out from behind him. James huffs out a laugh, endlessly endeared by the fact that Regulus could get up and do it himself if he wanted to. But he’s clearly committed to the idea of being cooked for and refuses to lift a finger.

“Yes, chef,” James calls out, moving to the stove and stirring through the pilau one last time. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and he doesn’t miss the way Regulus’ eyes catch on his forearms.

“What if we opened a restaurant,” Regulus muses. His eyes track James’ every move, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“I think we’d be at each other’s throats all day, love.” James starts plating; two pieces of perfectly cooked chicken, the pilau and some vegetables on the side.

“Aren’t we already?” Regulus asks, poking a finger into the tender bruise blooming on James’ neck. James jerks away with a hiss, careful not to disturb the plates too much as he sets the table.

He shoots Regulus a droll stare. “Very funny.”

Dinner passes easily, conversation lulling between bites, ankles hooked under the table. James really doesn’t know what it is about the food, but as soon as the plates are cleared, Regulus pushes him up against the kitchen counter.

“I bought dessert,” James breathes as Regulus mouths along the line of his jaw.

“No need,” he murmurs in response. He drops to his knees, right there in the kitchen. “I’ve got mine right here.”

#for ino! bc you finished your assignment! #it's not much but i hope you like it baby #it's BARELY the 29th for me but it counts #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #jegulus microfic #mil's microfics #my writing

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for cooking Indian food?

(roommate and I are both white btw)

I, (21x), have been trying to expand the number of recipes I can cook. Recently, I got a recipe book of Indian recipes and I've been working my way through it trying and learn how to cook it properly. I batch cook once a week and freeze my meals so I have stuff made during the week, because I work nights and don't have time otherwise.

The thing is, my roommate (22x) who I'll call Leaf here, has been complaining every time I've cooked Indian food. Leaf is currently between jobs and is at home all the time, and they have been complaining that they can't go in the kitchen for ages after I cook because it's a "sensory overload". Now, normally I would be sensitive to this, but they've only complained when I've made Indian food, and it's been a wide range of stuff. It's not like I'm making the same thing over and over again that they can't stand. I've been making stuff with completely different ingredients. Vindaloo does not smell the same as tandoori chicken, but Leaf keeps being like "oooh the scent is too strong please make something else."

I confronted them about this, being like "hey, none of this stuff smells the same, they're all just Indian in origin, why are you making such a big deal out of this?" Leaf started shouting being like "how dare you call me a racist" which I never said, and calling me ableist for insinuating that their sensory issues were bigotry. We have not spoken since.

I am already planning to move out because of several unconnected issues, but I'm not sure who is in the wrong between me and Leaf here, so aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[teacup-captor]

I made him call tandoori with Sherlock (and Mariana) date night

#sherlock & co #sherlock and co #sherlock & co. #sherlock and co. #jonk watson

[criminalskies]

Safety Net (repost from old account)

Author's note: this was my first fic ever and my absolute baby. I still remember everyone being so kind to me when I first posted it and feeling so so welcomed by everybody here. Thank you all for your ongoing support, it really means the world to me.

Word Count: 3k.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gender neutral reader.

Summary: You spend the night reflecting on a beautiful love you shared with Aaron Hotchner, more accurately, you spend the night reflecting on the last two months of heartache without him. It will take one unexpected visitor to bring the two of you to face the reality you’ve found yourselves in.

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You always hated driving, especially short distances that could easily be traversed on your own two legs. Or, you used to. You used to love all the sensations of walking home from work, especially on a nice spring night like this. When you could see fireflies making their way out of the trees, and feel the gentle breeze almost swaddling you on your way home. 

But that was a long time ago, the last time you really enjoyed this time of your day which you now wish would just be over already. The last time you cherished your walks home, there was a much smaller hand nestled in your own. But even once you make it home, it doesn’t feel deserving of that title anymore. There are no toys scattered across your living room floor. No captain america or batman figurines lodged in the soil of your beloved pot plants. There are no big strong arms snaking around your waist, enveloping you in warmth as you put all the love you can into a beautiful home-cooked dinner for three. This is just your apartment now, a place to put your things and to rest your weary bones. 

You hardly realise time has passed as you reminisce on the times you so dearly miss. You zone back into your tandoori chicken frozen dinner sadly oscillating itself in the microwave. You haven’t been able to bring yourself to really cook for one in a while. The insurmountable pile of leftovers that remain spend too much time attempting to haunt you from the cold confines of the fridge. The pictures hung on the exterior looking back at you, smiles plastered on three adoring faces. It’s torture. You opt to beeline to the freezer each time instead. 

It’s been two months. Just two months since you last shared ‘I love you’s and morning kisses between coffee like they were habits you’d never need to break. It’s going to get easier. You are going to remember all of the things that used to bring you joy before your favourite boys walked out of your life. At least, that’s what you have to believe. People don’t wallow in one breakup forever… do they? 

You can’t help but think that most people never experienced the type of glorious, all-consuming, once in a lifetime, fire-fueled love that you had with Aaron, but you push that thought down. You really don’t have time to weigh the merits of falling hopelessly and monumentally in love with that of a lifetime spent longing for what could have been, for what once was. 

You try to distract yourself watching TV, only to discover that every TV character you can stand seems to be either falling hopelessly & monumentally in love, or grieving a lost love. You really can’t bear witness to either story right now, so you settle on going to bed early. You’ve been doing that a lot lately, since bed is the one place you were ever able to be without Aaron. With his job having him in and out of town on the flip of a dime and his never-ending pile of paperwork keeping him locked away in the study for hours on end, you were used to him not being there when you went to sleep. More often than not, he’d be there when you woke up, having carefully slid himself around you without disturbing your sleep, you’d have a few minutes to just admire him in the mornings. His normally furrowed brow all lax, his eyes peacefully drifting behind his eyelids and his even breaths fanning out over your chest. 

This was the part you had the most trouble with now, was that no matter how early you’d go to bed, you’d never wake up to Aaron’s serene face sleeping next to you. But still, each night, you’re able to lure yourself into bed with the thought of it. Which is exactly what you’re doing now, turning off the water in the shower, and slipping into the pyjamas he used to love seeing you in. 

You’re trudging through the kitchen to have one last glass of water and turn out the lights when you hear a little sound, on the other side of the door. You wait, to see if you hear it again for a minute; hearing nothing you turn to go to bed. You hear it more clearly this time, a tiny knock on your door. Maybe it’s him. No, no, it’s probably just your neighbour who’s locked herself out again. 

Opening the door, you look out and don’t see anybody? Can that be right?

“Down here.” you hear a very familiar little voice, only it sounds much brighter in your memories.

“Jack!” You’re quick to crouch down to the boy’s height, pulling him into a tight hug, you smell his beautiful hair, he still smells just like strawberry tear-free kids shampoo, and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes just holding him. 

Pulling back to look at him before you get lost in his tiny hug forever, “what’s wrong, buddy?” 

“I miss you. Daddy says you had to go away but I knew he was lying, you’re right here!” Jack says, looking like the spitting image of his father as anger bleeds into his words, drawing his brows down and his jaw setting fiercely tight. 

“Oh, I miss you too sweetheart, so so much. Like you wouldn’t believe.” You pull him into another hug. “Your daddy wasn’t trying to lie to you, I’m sure he just wanted to protect you, honey.”

“But that’s selfish!” Jack yells, impressing you with the volume he can generate from such a small body. You finally find the sense to pick him up and bring the poor sweet boy into your apartment before he has an imminent meltdown and wakes up half of floor six. 

“Daddy can’t see you, but I can, right?! I didn’t do anything wrong!” You see the tears in his eyes threatening to spill over and your heart actually aches. How could you have left Jack in the dark like this to think he could have been to blame for your absence in his life.

 “Honey, look at me.” You cup his little face between your hands, careful to make sure he can see your earnest face when you tell him 

“You did nothing wrong. You were perfect, buddy. The best friend a person could hope for. Your dad and I just had to take some time apart. I’m so sorry that I had to leave you as well as him.” 

You notice then that Jack has his sleepover bag with him, Woody from Toy Story staring up at you from over the boy’s back. “Wait a minute, does your dad know you’re here?” Jack shakes his head no. Great, your absence has made the boy a fugitive. That’s just perfect. You pull out your phone to text Aaron to stop the search party he’s inevitably sent out when Jack bursts into tears, wrapping his arms around your neck once more, your phone clattering to the floor in your surprise.

“I had to see you. Daddy’s never home now and his friend is mean and doesn’t know me! At all! She doesn’t know Bear in the Big Blue House, she doesn’t walk me home from school, so we can never stop for ice cream! She doesn’t like to play hopscotch, or like stopping to smell the flowers along the way. She can’t get my oatmeal to taste like love at all! She isn’t you. She’s not my mommy and she’s definitely not my friend!” Jack’s voice breaks under the weight of his pent up feelings and you realise the normally very patient little boy has finally been pushed and pushed far enough for his very long tether to break. He’s drawing his line in the sand, coming to you. He’s making certain that somebody hears his distress. You’re going to make damn sure Aaron understands the depth of Jack’s hurt surrounding the entire situation. 

“Honey, I’m sorry daddy’s friend isn’t listening to you. I can see you’re frustrated, can you breathe with me? Milkshake breaths.” You and Jack take some big inhales through your nose and slowly blow out of your mouths, you found this technique was always really helpful for his big feelings. He calms down enough to stop his chin wobbling and his words from getting jumbled.

“I just have to let your dad know you’re safe before he calls a swat team to find you sweetheart.” You quickly send off a text to aaron:

Y/N L/N: Jack is with me. He showed up at my place very upset about something. Poor Bug.

“Jack, that really sucks that your dad’s friend won’t try out your interests with you, have you tried talking to them about it?” You’re sure he has, he’s a great communicator for his age but it’s worth checking.

“Yes. But she doesn’t listen to me. She always tells me what I want doesn’t matter because it’s kid stuff and she’s doing adult stuff, like I don’t know anything! I hate her.” You’ve only heard Jack use the H word three times before, Aaron tries really teaching him about the power of his words, and so do you. 

Your phone dings before you can ask him if he really hates his dad’s new friend or if maybe dislike is a better term. 

AARON: Thank God. I don’t know how he slipped out of the house. I’m coming over right now, hold tight. 

“Jack, come sit on the couch with me. Here, take your bag off.” You slip his arms out and feel that he must have packed three days worth of clothes, toys and his bedtime story books to come here. How the hell did his tiny frame carry all this to your place? Yes, you’ve walked the path from his house to yours a hundred times with him hand in hand, but can a five year old really navigate the fifteen minute walk in the suburbs at night with nothing but his spiderman torch to guide him? He is such a smart kid. You feel your own anger bubbling over on his behalf for an adult dismissing his genuine feelings and concerns just because he’s young. Even when he is such a clear communicator, just like his dad. God, you wonder if Aaron has any idea his son has been this upset in the new arrangement. 

“I can see why you’d hate that buddy, but did you try to talk to your dad about it before running away?” 

“Yes.”

 “and?” 

“And he told me he was busy. He’s always busy now. He’s working more than he used to. I feel like he doesn’t want to be home with me.” Jack’s pout has always been able to tug at your heartstrings, but this one stings ten times as badly, knowing you’re equally at fault for putting it there.

You pull him onto your lap, into your arms. It feels completely fucking awful to know your breakup with Aaron is all falling onto the shoulders of this little boy. You never meant for him to have to miss you in his life, let alone for him to see his dad pulling away from him. You know Aaron and so you know he’s probably only retreating because he feels guilty. Guilty for bringing another loving parental figure into Jack’s life and taking them away from him. Aaron is the most self-aware man you’ve ever known, and yet he can’t see that removing himself further from his son is the thing that will single handedly hurt him the most. More than losing you. 

“That’s not true at all, bug. You’re definitely still your daddy’s favourite person. He just feels bad when you have to see him be sad. He thinks you deserve to only see him at his best.” You wonder if you should try enquiring who the offending friend of Aaron’s is. You have enough connections at Quantico to dig up every scrap of dirt in their lives and make them regret ever underestimating Jack Hotchner.

Your question is abated when there’s a strong rapping at your front door. Jack jumps at the sound so you pick him up, holding him close to you as you answer the door. A very disheveled Aaron visibly relaxes at the sight of you clutching his son, both of you still in one piece. You see his eyes flash with something resembling guilt when he sees the tears in all four eyes looking back at him. He’s still in his suit, presumably having fanged it home at the news his boy was missing. 

“Y/N, thank you so much for texting me. Jack, you really had me scared buddy I thought somebody had taken you away from me.” Aaron says as he crosses the threshold to try to pry Jack from your arms, probably needing to feel that he’s really here and really okay. You didn’t expect Jack to quickly recoil from Aaron’s touch, burying his head in your neck 

“Daddy I don’t want to leave Y/N! I want them to stay with us again! I want our family back, Daddy.” You can feel tears streaming down your neck, saturating the opening of your shirt. 

“Jack. What makes you think I don’t want the same? That I don’t want our family back?” Aaron asks. You feel your jaw fall slack at his admission but you put it back where it belongs. 

“Your new friend is trying to replace Y/N, Dad! That’s why. You tried replacing Y/N before you even tried getting them back.” Aaron closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. You know that look, that’s his ‘this kid is too smart for my own good’ look. 

“Buddy, I wasn’t trying to replace Y/N for me. I was trying to fill their shoes for you, I never want you to not have somebody looking out for you. I’m sorry that I pulled away from you, but it’s because I couldn’t watch somebody try to stand in Y/N’s place without feeling sad that I lost them. I didn’t think it through that this would only make you miss us both.”

“Hon” You say to Jack, rubbing at the apple of his tear-stained cheek for him to look up at you. “Go with your dad. I’ll still be here, sweet boy. I’ll always be here if you want me but you have to ask your Dad first, okay. No running away.” The boy lets out a sigh at your offer, relieved to hear that he’s still welcome to see you.

“No.” You whip your head at the sound of Aaron’s voice, that tone of his that says he’s a force to be reckoned with. You try to use every shred of profiling knowledge Aaron and his team ever taught you. He has a wild look in his eyes, one you can’t read. 

“You’re both coming home with me, Y/N. To our home. The one the three of us built because it doesn’t work without you. I know it once did, but that feels like a lifetime ago. A beautiful lifetime ago, one spent decorating cookies for bake sales, spent camping in the backyard on the weekends, seeing the stars go by and not feeling for once like time was passing me by. Like I was just watching Jack’s youth slip right through my fingers. Y/N I need you to come home with us, because it isn’t home without you. I will give you all of my good days, and I will carry you on your worst ones. I will never, ever let my work pull me away from you two again. I will answer every call, I will remember every birthday, anniversary and holiday, because that’s what you deserve. I’m sorry I didn’t see how selfish and thoughtless I was being with my time. I will spend every. day. loving you, Y/N. Whether you come with us tonight or not. You have me, I’m yours. I will never be the man you once met, nor will I be the man who let you go. He was an idiot and he- 

You crash your lips into Aaron’s, letting Jack climb to the floor, freeing your arms to throw one around his waist and pull him close, and another to card your fingers through his hair. This was always the one thing you knew that could get him out of his head. The one way to effectively shut him up. You feel your warm tears marry with his cold ones against your cheeks. You pull away to wipe under his eyes with your thumbs, both sniffling and breathless. You look him in the eyes, seeing every modicum of sorrow and anguish you’d felt pooling behind your own eyes these last two months, clearing like dark clouds on a sunny day. Your freefall is over, here, in Aaron’s arms you feel the way you always felt in his embrace, like he is your safety net. Steady and waiting to catch you at a moment’s notice.  

“I think we should thank Jack for his efforts” You breathe out, past your tears and stuffy nose. Aaron bursts into laughter, so overcome with joy that you’ve taken him back. The two of you join hands, walking inside to find your little boy practically snoring on your couch, clearly exhausted from carrying the burden of both of your stubbornness. You opt to let the poor boy sleep, tucking your throw blanket over his small frame. You lead Aaron to your bedroom, suddenly happy you never had the heart to throw away all his spare clothes, you take time changing him out of his suit, tossing it onto the floor, feeling almost euphoric, literally and physically shedding his old ‘skin’, symbolizing the end of two months of metamorphosis, and the birth of something new between the two of you. A new chapter.

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch x y/n

[satureja13]

Ji Ho built a little patio with a fireplace for Jack who still is in pain from leaving his Alpha. The warmth does him so good.

Vlad can see them from his room. He's glad that Ji Ho cares for Jack, his best friend. How long will he have to endure this pain? It's been months already and it doesn't go away... Vlad is sitting here for a while already and still only has written three words. But watching Ji Ho is warming his cold, black heart... and he's so beautiful...

And while Saiwa and Kiyoshi are sleeping in Saiwas room and in Saiwa's bed, Jeb is working all night long. He's researching Otherworld's flora to distract him from the fact that Saiwa and Kiyoshi are sleeping in Saiwas room and in Saiwa's bed...

Ji Ho is determined to help Jack to keep track of his meditation practice to ease his pain. So he moved the furniture aside and set up a place to practice and woke up Jack. It's 6 am...

Arturo also suggested to start with Yoga. And Ji Ho even placed a pizza yoga mat for Jack ^^' The Boys had yoga lessons at the 'Tandoori Palace' and with Francine.

Vlad is still awake. After Ji Ho and Jack went to bed yesterday, he finally had the mindset to write without distraction. And now Ji Ho is back again.

Poor Vlad...

After their practice, Jack showed Ji Ho their shared bathroom. It's in Vlad's building.

Vlad heard Jack's voice and went over to ask him how the practice went and if it eased his pain.

Ji Ho: "Did you forget something, Jack?"

Vlad: "Forgive me." (Did you notice that Ji Ho's tail only has blue dots in the next pic and not before? After he noticed it is Vlad and not Jack? ö.Ö' I never noticed before that they are sometimes there and sometimes not(?) strange...)

Will it ever be not awkward between them?

'When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose'

The Rose - Bette Midler

Outtakes

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🛺 'Home happy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: 🛺 'Home crappy Home' from the beginning ▶️ here 🌴 'The Expedition' from the beginning ▶️ here 🎤 'Putting the Boys Back together' from the beginning ▶️ here 🥀 'Disbandment of the Group' from the beginning ▶️ here

#home happy home #sims 4 story #simlit #sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4 #simblr #jeb harris #tomarang #underwater love #sims 4 vanilla #The Crappy Home #the sims 4 for rent #sims 4 for rent #for rent #woo ji ho #jack pizza #jack callahan #vlad tepesz #the game

[simsinlowspace]

Shop Local Part I - 48 Business Signs

Hi everyone! I apologize that I've basically been AWOL this week, and also that this project has taken so long, but I finally have some business signs to share! Swatches, (lots of) info and download below!

@gold33 requested some business signs a couple of weeks ago, and it's something I've been wanting to do for awhile anyway, so I was happy to pick up the project. @basic-fictional-simmer made an additional request when I posted my WIP for these, so those are included as well! I also added in some designs I wanted for myself, which is partly why this took so long -- I kept getting new ideas while I was working.

Here's a breakdown of everything you get (business name | tagline/additional info):

Cafes

Tea House Moon | Serving Organic Herbal Teas

Deja Brew

The Daily Grind

Florists/Flower Shops

Botanica | Floral Arrangements & Houseplants

Vickie's Garden | The Magic of Flowers (because TS2 garden fairy @tvickiesims needs a flower shop in all my towns!)

Floral Escapes

Hint of Spring Florist

Royal Roses | Elegant Florals for Every Occasion

Laundromats

Clothesline Laundromat

Cotton & Lace | Laundromat & Cleaners

Suds For Your Duds | Wash and Wait Laundromat

Boutiques

Pearls & Feathers | Lingerie and Sleepwear

Alchemy Boutique | Transform Your Style

A Find Vintage | Designer Thrift Shop

Wildflower Boutique

The Perfume Garden (this one ended up at the bottom of the second swatch because I was half-asleep while saving textures last night and I messed up the file order. Derp)

Jewelry Stores

Barenziah's Jewelry Box | Unusual Gems and Other Vintage Treasures

Now & Forever | Since 1912

Stardust | Jewelry Repairs Cleaning

Corner Markets/Quick Shops

Magnolia Market | Everything Fresh Everything Fast

Sul Sul! Dag Dag! | A One Stop Quick Shop

Sunshine Bodega | Cigarettes Lotto Snacks ATM

Grocery Stores

NatureFresh | Organic Grocery

Early Bird Grocery | Early Bird Specials Low Prices All Day!

Avant Gourd | Fresh Produce at Fair Prices

Japanese Food

Bashō's Lunchbox | Sushi Sashimi Tempura Hibachi

Just Roll With It! Hand Rolled Fresh Ingredients 11 - 8 Daily

Nori & Nigiri

Caribbean Jerk

Inna di Morrows | Caribbean Jerk Eat In Takeout

Caribbean Tide | Authentic Caribbean Jerk

Korean Food

Simchi Korean Restaurant

Boseong Tea Garden

Thai Food

The Sky Lantern Thai Restaurant

Dancing Thaiger | Traditional Thai Food With a Modern Stripe

Chinese Food

Shang Simla House | Fresh & Fast Authentic Chinese Takeout

Bamboo Blossom Noodles

Red Dragon | Sichuan-Style Chinese Food

Indian Food

Three Spoons Curry & More

Tandoori Palace | Indian Cuisine All Halal

Bombay Mahal Thali | Dine-In Takeout Open 7 Days a Week

Mexican/Tex-Mex

Aztec Eatery | Traditional Mexican Cuisine

Mi Queso Es Su Queso | Tex-Mex Takeout & Dine-In

Holy Guacamole Mexican Grille

Seafood

Crab Royale Seafood Shack

Oh My Cod! | Fresh Seafood Caught Daily

Smoking

Oasis Hookah Lounge

The Higher Path | Medical Marijuana Dispensary

Hollyweed | You Know You 'Juana Organic THC & CBD

What I have not finished yet are the "service" signs -- police, hospitals, banks, etc -- because I have some different meshes in mind for those (I love this mesh but it's definitely got a strip mall/shopping plaza kind of feel, and that seems a little sketchy for a hospital lol). They will be coming in part two!

These are on MogHughson's Illuminated Shop Sign mesh, which is BG compatible and is not included. You will need to pick up the mesh from the above link (I'll also link it near the download below). It is six tiles wide, but in case you want something smaller, I'm also working on a hanging sign add-on. Here's a peek:

Probably should have zoomed in, but I wanted to show how it looks with the big sign, and then I got distracted by my little courtyard. XD

Icons are by Freepik, piksart, Luvdat, NT Sookruay, Vitaly Gorbachev, JunGSa, Smashicons, surang, justicon, ultimatearm, paulalee, iconriver, YI-PIN, smalllikeart, smashingstocks, Agung Rama, Futeur and monkik. Huge thanks for all their fabulous resources!

Numbered versions of the swatches are included so you can keep just what you like.

Whew! Okay! I'm going to work on the last set of hobby posters tonight, although I'm not sure if I'll have them done in time for tomorrow. D;

DOWNLOAD (SFS) | Recolors are ~1 MB! 🚨 Mesh is not included! Get it -> here. 🚨

Lots of love, Spacey

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[transmasc-taub]

Tandoori (platonic coworker) date night! The patreon discord is the best money I've ever spent. Endless drawing prompt generator.

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[reidsaurora]

POV: Your Instagram If You Were Dating Spencer Reid

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yn.yln i heard that book was boring anyway 🤷‍♀️

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bbygirlpg shhh, he nappin

morgan.derek ok but what is he reading? (wrong answers only)

↳ doclewis your mom's diary

↳ emprentiss the dictionary

↳ morgan.derek @/emprentiss i said WRONG answers 🙄🤚🏾

reiditandweep: it was a long case ok

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yn.yln he tried to jab my eye out with that stick 15 seconds after this was taken

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emprentiss not u giving us free foot pics

↳ yn.yln why u lookin at my man's feet 🤨

↳ reiditandweep @/emprentiss @/yn.yln why are we discussing my feet on the internet

missgreenaway why did u take a picture of two random sticks in a random river 😭

↳ yn.yln LMAO guess I'm just a stick person 😌

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yn.yln they're gonna hate me when i tell them the store was out of dinosaur nuggets

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aaronhotch hold on, i think Jack might have some in the freezer 🚘🏃🏻‍♂️

↳ yn.yln do i even wanna know who taught you that

↳ bbygirlpg @/yn.yln *slowly raises hand*

jenjareau gosh, i miss my boy 😭

↳ yn.yln he misses you too!! he's coping by watching Spiderman with his fav uncle

↳ thedavidrossi @/yn.yln but i'm not there 🙄

morgan.derek a rare sighting of the spencestache

↳ reiditandweep i'm thinking about keeping it

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep alsgaksgkafaja really???

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln no

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yn.yln not sure converse is accurate attire for a ren faire but go off ig

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jenjareau didn't think today would be the day i saw Spence in a pirate hat but here we are

↳ yn.yln me either tbh

reiditandweep me thinks i look muttontastic

↳ lukealvez nawt the spongebob reference

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yn.yln ok but who sits in a chair like that

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emprentiss dying over hotch's legs in the bg

morgan.derek what's pretty boy thinking about? (wrong answers only)

↳ reiditandweep not this game again

↳ yn.yln that chicken tandoori he had two nights ago

↳ dralexblake the pythagorean theorem

↳ morgan.derek @/yn.yln @/dralexblake y'all suck at this game

yn.yln ok afterthought but i just noticed his hands and aldgaksfajfa

↳ missgreenaway gonna pretend i didn't see this

↳ yn.yln @/missgreenaway ur just mad u don't have a boyf with nice hands 🙄

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yn.yln "drink the green fairy" they said. "it's delicious" they said.

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bbygirlpg WHAT ITS GOOD (also idk who made that green fairy frappe but it is NOT supposed to be that green)

↳ yn.yln now u tell us that 😃🔫

kcallahan the way they gave him a spoon too LOL

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yn.yln "why do i have to smile? i'm using all my strength to stay awake right now" - S. Reid

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bbygirlpg omg say hi to @/emprentiss for me while you're across the pond!

morgan.derek have fun in Paris! but not too much fun 😉

↳ morgan.derek i realize now how wrong this sounds

↳ yn.yln LMFAO we are def not going to see the eiffel tower while we're here

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln i thought we were 😭

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep baby that's not... you know what nvm

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yn.yln caught on film in Florence

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thedavidrossi tell my kinfolk buongiorno for me!

↳ emprentiss this is the most white man thing u have ever said

reiditandweep honey, we've talked about how i feel about you posting pics of me in my pajamas

↳ yn.yln but do i look like i care 😐

aaronhotch nice view! too bad Reid is blocking it

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yn.yln if you were to ask me how i thought Spencer was going to cope with going back to work, i would've never expected to tell you that it would be by doing... whatever that is

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lukealvez should i ask?

↳ yn.yln i was hoping you'd know 😭 ya know, himbo to himbo communication

↳ lukealvez @/yn.yln i am not a himbo 🙄✋🏼

↳ bbygirlpg @/lukealvez yeah newbie u kinda are

missgreenaway why is he 80% just legs

↳ yn.yln just the way i like it 😌

↳ reiditandweep i'll have you know i'm only 17% leg which is just above the average leg percentage for the average man

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yn.yln alexa, play hungover by mothica

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reiditandweep i didn't have THAT much to drink

↳ yn.yln babe, you asked @/dralexblake how many patients she sees on average in a week

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln ... it's a legitimate question

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep not when she's not a medical doctor 😭

jenjareau i'll have what he had

kcallahan i have so many questions. why is wearing sunglasses in the office? why is his watch on backwards? whose ring is that? just how much did he drink? what did he drink? so many questions 😂

↳ yn.yln (1) to block the sun because he did, indeed, have a hangover. (2) he's weird like that. (3) very good question. (4) i lost count after six shots. (5) ✨️pink whitney✨️

↳ reiditandweep @/yn.yln i did NOT have six shots

↳ yn.yln @/reiditandweep how would you know? you were drunk 😒

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Hi, lovely ppl! ik it's v late but i wanted to come on and give you guys a lil fun post to make up for lack of an imagine this week!

as always, i must give credit where credit is due. this was very much inspired by this post by @hotchaways (i'm obsessed with this series btw)

anyway, hope you guys enjoyed! lmk if you want any more of these bc this was super fun to make! even if it did take over 2 hours 🥴

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[evesaintyves]

i don't know if this is a microfic actually but i tried

the secret business

for today's @hinnymicrofic prompt "secret"

cw for implied sexual content

They don't have to meet like this.

She's awake before the tapping. It's some faint rustling of his cloak, or the wind in his broomstick-bristles—or it's some ineffable sense of he's here. She doesn't know. Her eyes are open in the dark, and streaks of moonlight are running down her bedroom wall, and her heart starts kicking in that joyous rhythm: like a tune on the Wireless that she can't quite name before the singing starts.

And then—taptaptap.

He won't take off the invisibility cloak until she opens the window. It's me, he always says, which she thinks is funny but she won't laugh. She's thought about making a joke, like, sorry mate, you'll have to be more specific, but it never feels right in the moment. They always do this with a certain gravity, like it'd matter if they got caught, like if her dad came in her bedroom door at this moment he'd do anything but grin and say ah! Harry! Nice to see you, lad, trouble sleeping? Fancy a mug of warm milk?

When he pulls off the cloak his face is in shadow. She leans out the window, her weight on her hands on the windowsill, and parts her lips just slightly for a kiss. She knows he likes the way the light plays on the fine pale skin of her inner arms. He glances around—maybe it's just leftover wartime vigilance—and leans in, presses his lips against her, and reaches round to grip the back of her head. She can feel the slight vibration of his broomstick through his lips. She can feel the Quidditch calluses on his fingers in her hair.

Coming in or going out? she whispers.

He pauses. It's up to you.

Sometimes he climbs through her open window and into her bed. That's how this started, one night in June after one of the funerals, when even in the dark she could see the lostness, the pain that looked almost like fury, in his face. Under the covers it was hot and humid with their shivering kisses, and with his lips on her cheekbone, he murmured I never wanted this.

She held his face in her hands, and said I know. Anyone who matters knows. She couldn't see his eyes in the dark, but she could feel the breath that left him. His palm crept up her thigh. Desire feels ugly when you've just left someone who loved you in a hole in the ground. But ugly desire kept their minds quiet until morning, when he left in the raw pink of sunrise on his broom.

Take me out, she says. It's stuffy in here.

He turns so she can steady herself on his shoulders and climb on the back of his broom. The breeze is sweet with wilting appleblossom and it flutters her hair across the side of his face.

Sometimes they go over the sleeping hills to the sea and fly low to skim the surface with the tips of their toes. The water at night is black and white. When he tells her hold on, all right? and does a roll, spinning round and round, wetting the ends of her hair, it's hard to tell the sea from the sky.

Sometimes they go to town and float the empty streets under his cloak, the hem of it whispering along the cobblestones. They look for insomniac lights in the windows and witness the criminal cats carry out their chicken-bone heists. The steam from the roof of the bakery. The rumble of delivery vans. The night's secret business.

Tonight he's hungry, and she's up for a long fly. From this altitude, the motorways are rivers of red-and-white light. The grids of the cities are are remote as the stars.  The land on the roof of the all-night curry place he likes in Streatham. It's hot inside and they're swapping out the big steel pot of chai. He gets tandoori chicken, always, and an extra naan, and she picks at a korma she didn't really want and they don't talk much, but it's nice. It's always nice, sitting and not talking with him. The man behind the counter is stacking hot rounds of bread out of the oven with his bare hands. Ginny's hand goes rogue and lays itself on Harry's upturned palm on the table and her fingers touch those calluses, rough and delicate as shells.

He looks up from his chicken. His glasses make his eyes look huge. You're not eating your curry.

Mum made lamb stew. I'm not as hungry as I thought.

A little smile, quick and strange, transits across his face and then he throws his napkin on his plate.

I should get you home, he says. Sun's coming up.

So? she wants to say, but her mouth twitches in its own strange smile and instead she pushes back her plate and says, we'd better hurry, then.

He smuggles her home under his cloak. From this altitude, she can see the curvature of the earth, and the first bluebell flames of daylight smouldering over it. At her window, he kisses her and they grin like they've just done mischief. She'll see him again in the afternoon—they'll sit there at tea with her mum and dad and brothers, hands in their laps, chewing on the urge to yawn–and they won't speak of this at all. Not even when they're alone.

And at three in the morning, her eyes will open—her heart will jump—and then—

#hinny #hinny microfic #hinny fluff #harry x ginny #ginny weasley #harry potter

[padfootswhiskers]

5, 6, 8 and 10 please :)

hi! thank you for the ask! i'm from india.

5. favourite song in your native language?

technically, my mother tongue is tamil, and though i do listen to the occasional tamil song i don't consider it to be a language i'm very fluent in. but. it is much easier to pick my favourite song in this language than in hindi. so here goes

absolute fav tamil song of all time = "enna solla pogirai" by shankar mahadevan

6. most hated song in your native language?

man, this is hard. the hindi film industry's been going through this horrible and extremely long phase of remixing old bangers and making them absolutely terrible. the "pasoori" remix was pretty shit. as is almost everything himesh reshamiya composes. although some of his songs are so ridiculous that they end up being good, so he has that going on for him. special mention to "tandoori nights"

8. do you get confused with other nationalities? if so, which ones and by whom?

i haven't travelled much outside the country, but i have been mistaken for being pakistani before, BY other indians. within india, people tend to think "i don't look south indian" whatever that means lol

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

this is like being asked to choose my favourite child. i think i'm most partial to using 'madarchod' which plainly means motherfucker, but it rolls off the tongue so much better. i also like 'chutiya' and 'gaandu' quite a bit, but they're more terms of endearments to me than actual insults

“hi, I’m not from the US” ask set

#answered #ask game #saintsenara

[boundinparchment]

Dream a Little Dream of Me - III

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He's always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really?

Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Expect lore speculation, interpretations, etc. Available on AO3 as well.

Set-up and rehearsal that morning was, thankfully, brief.  As much as you tried, your mind was preoccupied, both with the remnants of your dream and with all of the details of Sumeru City.  Lush colors and tantalizing food and beautiful flora were everywhere you looked and you wanted nothing more than to savor as much of it as you could.

You spent the afternoon with a small group of friends, all of whom were just as excited as you to have a chance to relax before the performance and happy to finally be out of Fontaine.  You split meals between all of you, sampling coconut charcoal cakes and shawarma and Tandoori roast chicken, all the while discussing that night’s lineup, gifts for family or friends, and where others wished to visit within the city limits.

Tours made it so hard to get to know the places you went.  You were there just long enough to get a lay of the land but gone before you could appreciate everything that caught your eye.  Given how much equipment was needed for such events, it made more sense to stay and do multiple performances; even if the tours were more political and diplomatic than they were anything else, time amongst other nations wouldn’t go amiss.  At least tonight’s event was open to the public and not limited to just the Sages or students of the Akademiya.

Your wallet was lighter on mora after lunch (money well spent but it needed to last you until the next round of paychecks) and you decided on window-shopping rather than drain your coffers further.  As you wandered Treasures Street and passed through crowds to look at beautiful abaya, gallabya, salwar kameez, and other garments, you swore you caught a glimpse of…

No, that couldn’t be right.

You were seeing things.  Had to be. The line between reality and your dreams didn’t feel as hard as it usually did; your mind was too preoccupied as it was and you certainly hadn’t slept as well as you thought you had.  

But what if…

It was always a possibility, wasn’t it?  That one day, you might just…

You tried to quell the flutter in your stomach.  It was just your lack of sleep getting the better of you.  After all, you were in a new city, taking in new sights, spending what little free time you had among company that made your job all the better.  Times like this made the tours worth the homesickness and tight budgeting worth it.

And if you ended up actually coming face-to-face with the person you shared your dreams with along the way, well, that was just a bonus.

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“A full house,” one of your friends hissed as you settled into your chair, sitting forward slightly to adjust the cello between your knees.  “You can see the Sages up in the balcony, all of them in the first row.  Swore I heard a guard mention something about a Fatui Harbinger being around too.  Didn’t think they went this far south…”

“Well, you’ll just have to play your best, then,” you teased, throwing a smile.  “And make their trip worth it.”

You tested the strings softly and fixed the tuning a final time before you angled the instrument slightly to the right, so your bow would reach every string.  Your Vision was tucked away, as required by the dress code; its power a reminder of the dedication it took to come this far.  The familiar presence of the wooden body against your chest and the position of your left hand comforted you as the conductor took their position and a hush fell on both sides of the curtain.

The first note pulled from the strings at your fingertips was low and rich, elongated to stretch into what felt like eternity, before flowing into the next.  The vibrations emanated through the body and neck and passed through your fingertips and knees, its heartbeat and breath solely dependent on the motions you made and the way you held it.  Playing was always an extension of yourself, the bassy swells filling you as much as they filled the air around you, and yet keeping you in the tightest grip.  Perhaps it was just the resonance with your element but your nerves were never as frayed as your fellow musicians’ when it came to performances.  This was what you practiced for, what you played for; the emotional release and expression that only made sense when paired with the black and white notes on the pages before you, poured out to those who deigned to listen.

When it was all over, the final note hanging as you flourished your bow, the grip holding your lungs finally released itself.  You felt light and floaty, like the kites you saw at the coastal towns fluttering with every bump of wind.

The crowd was nothing but a sea of applause, the lights from the stage too bright to make out anything other than the general shapes and colors of faces and clothes.  Your eyes scanned the balcony, finding six sages, identifiable only by their finery and bearing of the Akademiya emblem.  All of them were seemingly moved by the performance.  Beyond that, it was difficult to see anything else, let alone verify the claims of another nation’s presence.  Although…was that…there was certainly a figure with turquoise hair, just near the back…

You were certain this time.  You couldn’t see their face but it didn’t matter.  You would know that color anywhere.

Once the curtains closed, word of a late dinner plans and celebrations began to circulate almost immediately.  The idea of more food and a night out was appealing, especially to your growling stomach.  

The floating feeling was lingering longer than usual, your inspiration already sparking as clusters and patterns of notes took shape in your mind.  You wouldn’t sleep if you didn’t get them down and they would be gone in the morning…

And then there was the matter of the stranger-not-stranger, probably already long gone.  The crushing feeling in your chest returned, driven not by musician euphoria but desperation, a need for closure.  You needed to see their face, hear their voice, confirm for yourself if it was the man you knew only in your sleep.  But the likelihood of being able to find them was already out of the realm of possibility with every second ticking by.

It was settled for you, ultimately: composing would clear your mind and get rid of the distracting ideas bubbling in your head.

You wished everyone a good time and excused yourself, mentioning that you would probably just grab dinner and go to bed.  You tried not to take the looks of disappointment too personally but at least those you spent time with understood.

Dedicated, even married to your craft, some would say.  Music came first.  It always came first.  That was the difference between you and the other musicians you worked with, some of whom were only here due to connections and mora and abilities just above average.

Arrogant, perhaps.  Others certainly saw you as such.

What they failed to understand was that you worked for it, tirelessly and without complaint.  You already had several compositions published and performed, small though they were.  Composing was, for you, a need and one akin to putting a chisel and hammer to stone or a pencil to paper, carving away the stone or paper until the image revealed itself; you coaxed melodies and harmonies out of the ether and committed them to bars.

These moments were fleeting and you would steal them while you had the chance.

#il dottore #il dottore x reader #il dottore/reader #dottore #dottore/reader #dottore x reader #genshin impact dottore #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact reader insert

[vampyr3wife]

Multiple people have totally called me out for going “hmmm….. I’m feelign.. snackish..” and then talking about all my random cravings for a while around the same time every night .. craving of the night… tandoori + butter chicken w naan . Sigh

[miastideclock]

nightfood, bang chan

nightfood ˈnīt 'füd

noun noun: nightfood; plural noun: nightfood

a night meal, typically a greasy or unhealthy one. one is typically extremely intoxicated when consuming night food.

“we have to get nightfood after the club.”

origin: i just made it the fuck up.

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word count: 8.3k warnings: original character (she/her - afab - long, dark hair), mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, strong language, not edited even a little bit.

i was just gonna write down an idea i had, and seven hours later i had accidentally written the whole thing, idk this is stupid and came to me in a fever dream i had without having a fever :)

Cast,

Mila 24, adventurous drunk. Favorite nightfood includes gyros and tandoori baguettes.

Chan 25, borderline sloppy drunk. Favorite nightfood includes fried chicken and an obnoxious amount of orange soda.

Changbin 23, dancing and giddy drunk. Favorite nightfood includes sweet potato fries and chilli mayo.

Jisung 22, gotta peel him off the walls typa dunk. Favorite nightfood includes pizza with questionable toppings.

Lights were flashing, the intense beat of the music shaking the floor under the feet of the people on the dance floor. The venue was packed full of people wanting to enjoy the event of the night; a DJ from out of town. Raving and hyping each other up, going absolutely crazy on the floor was something Mila had gotten used to by now, as the DJ was at the club once a month, and she happened to work there.

On her side of the bar, the energy was a bit different. Just like the drunken crowd, her heartbeat was high and sweat was beading around her hairline, but unlike the partiers, she was rushing and stressing enough for her entire head of hair to turn grey.

“Six tequila shots and a beer!” "Absolutely not, I’m cutting you off."

“Jack and coke!” "Did I say it was your turn to order?"

“Can you make me a custom drink?” "I would love to say yes if there weren’t a hundred and fifty other people in line right now. NEXT!"

Holding three glasses in one hand, she made the vodka-redbulls that had been ordered within twelve seconds, all while taking the next order. Grabbing two bottles by their neck, she filled shot glasses upon shot glasses, handing them out to the patrons.

On the other side of the club, a three member group entered, looking around at the scene ahead of them. Chan, Jisung and Changbin had heard about tonight's event and decided to stop by to check out the energy. The club they found themselves at wasn’t usually their go-to as it was a bit of a distance from the city center, but going once in a while didn’t mind them. Without as much as talking between themselves, they beelined for the bar, as that was what they always did when they entered a club. Drink first, dancing and other shenanigans second. Chan lead the way, despite him most likely not getting anything at the bar. He usually opted for a soft drink or just some water as he didn’t love the taste of alcohol.

Not after long, they were the next in line, keeping their attention on the barkeep so they would be ready to order when they were next. What they didn’t expect however, was for the bartender to be as skilled and efficient as she was. She was around their age, maybe closer to Chan than Jisung, but not far off; and they could all admit she was beautiful. Her dark hair was tied up, a few flyaways and baby hairs sticking to the back of her neck, and her skin had a slight shine, both probably due to sweat. The three boys were all in awe as she held six bottles of beer in her arms, uncapping them at the speed of light with her bar-blade and placing them in the iced bucket on the bar. The guest in front of them took the bucket and left, leaving them to order next.

“What can I get you boys?” She asked. She didn’t smile, but she wasn’t by any means mean mugging them. She was tired from the hectic workload, and that much they could respect.

“Two vodka-redbulls please.” Jisung ordered for him and Changbin, tapping his card on the terminal when the bartender let him know it was ready for him. In record time, she had grabbed to glasses, filled them with the correct amount of alcohol, iced them, and topped them with the energy-drink of choice. Changbin grabbed the glasses as she handed them over, and they left the bar as soon as they could, not wanting to be in the way of the next patron. What the two boys didn’t expect, was for the next patron to be Chan.

“Trouble you for a GT?” He ordered, the girl in the bar nodding as she made the drink while putting his order into her machine to let him pay. Jisung raised an eyebrow and looked over to Changbin who seemed to be equally confused. Chan then stepped over to them with his drink in hand, and together they found a table.

“So you drinking tonight?” Changbin stated the obvious, waiting for Chan to explain himself. It wasn’t that he wasn’t allowed, but he usually gave the boys a heads up if he was gonna end up drinking. Chan returned a sheepish smile and took a sip of his drink, grimacing as he did so. “Not gonna lie to you boys, the bartender got me all turned around. I guess I just wanted to talk to her.” He admitted, then adding on that his drink of choice wasn’t the greatest. If you don’t like the taste of alcohol, you don’t usually order a gin and tonic.

The two other just chuckled at him, cheers-ed, and then got to partying.

After a solid ninety-minute rush, the bar finally quieted down a little bit. There were now few enough guests that Mila no longer had to rush at a million miles per hour, and rather could actually enjoy her work. So when a couple of girls ordered pornstar martinis, she decided to have a bit of fun with it. Instead of just grabbing the bottle and pouring the vodka into her shaker, she flipped the bottle and caught it with her bottom shaker tin, letting the right amount of alcohol pour out before she grabbed it and put it back in her speedrail. Flair had always been something she loved, both because it was fun and cool, and also because you could get insane tips from it. She continued on like this until the drinks had been strained and presented with a shot of champagne on the side.

“Wow,” it came from the next person in line when the two girls left with their drinks. Mila looked at him and recognised him as the gin and tonic guy. “Impressive.” She thanked him with a smile, then asked what she could get him. “Anything that means you can throw more bottles. Also two more vodka-redbulls for my friends, please.” He grinned, to which she returned the grimace. She entered the drinks in her system so he could pay, and then started the drink. A lynchburg lemonade was an easy flair, so Mila got to work. All while Chan stood there amazed at her actions, asking her a few questions about how long she had been doing this, etc.

“These are for you. Enjoy!” She smiled at him as she placed the three drinks in front of him. He gave her a quick thanks and a dimpled smile. Mila had to admit it was pretty cute, and internally wished he would come back to her section of the bar. It was a nightclub after all, so she was by no means the only bartender there, so it wouldn’t surprise her if they went to one of her coworkers and she never saw him again.

Her worries didn’t last for long though, as he was soon back, ordering more drinks. The brunette boy had only been served two drinks as far as she was concerned, and he didn’t seem drunk by far, but he did have a slight flush to his pale cheeks. More drinks were ordered, more drinks were made, and he was on his merry way. About ten or eleven visits from the guy, and two hours later, Mila could tell he had had enough to drink. He was slurring his words and it seemed his eyes wouldn’t fully open. It must have gotten to him all at once, cause it wasn’t that long ago he was standing in front of her cracking jokes and being all charming, making playful comments about taking her out for dinner.

“Two long island ice teas please.” He managed to get out trying to tap his card on the terminal before he was even done talking. Milas eyebrows pulled together in a concerned expression, tilting her head slightly. ”I’m sorry, sweetheart. How about a glass of water instead?” She offered, trying to defer him away from ordering more alcohol. He squinted at her, looking like he was thinking about the world's most existential question before he gave her a short nod. While she grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with ice and water, he started to sway gently back and forth, having to hold onto the bar to stop. She gave him the water and asked him to stay at the bar while he drank it. He did as he was asked and stayed put while he sipped the cold drink. Without leaving her position, Mila managed to wave over one of the runners on the floor, asking her to go grab the two guys she pointed at. Mila remembered them as this guys friends, so thought maybe they could be of assistance.

The two boys were soon over at the bar with their buddy, smiling at the bartender. ”You came with him, right?” She asked, to which they confirmed her suspicions. ”Yeah, why? Did he do something?” The shorter one of the two asked, Mila quickly shaking her head no, making sure that they knew their friend hadn’t caused any trouble. Yet, at least.

“No, but to be frank, he is probably going to be escorted out by security soon considering the level of intoxicated he is. So I was just going to suggest you maybe got him safely home?” She tried to come across as caring and as kindly as she could. She actually did care, but she also knew that drunk people have a tendency to take things the wrong way if you’re not crystal clear. The two boys then switched their attention from Mila to their friend, analysing his state. It didn’t take long for them to also see that he was much too drunk.

“Oh shit, yeah. You’re totally right. Thank you so much for letting us know, and have a great rest of your evening!” One of them told her and wrapped his arm over the drunk boys shoulder, leading him out of the club.

Once Jisung and Changbin had finally managed to get the very drunk Chan out of the venue and out into the cold air, Jisung let go of his grip around Chans shoulders. Chan stumbled a bit, almost falling onto the pavement, but caught himself last minute. “Why did we leave? I wanted more drinking of the alcohol!” He drunkenly whined, dragging out most of the words as he slurred. The two less intoxicated boys chuckled at their friend as they all started walking.

“They were closing. We had to leave.” Jisung replied, lying his ass off, just so Chan would stop pouting. This worked like a charm as Chan instantly understood and returned back to his overly happy and excited, drunk self. “Come now, let’s go get some nightfood from that deli we walked by earlier.”

Then they were on their way. The air was cool against their heated skin, warm from both the alcohol in their systems and from dancing for hours upon end. It was mid summer, so even though it was just around three thirty when they had gotten their nightfood and sat down in the empty parking lot outside the deli, the sun was slowly rising in the east.

That same sunrise held Mila company as she exited the bar after closing, making sure all the gates were locked before she walked away. It was a decent walk from her workplace to where she had parked her car, so she had plenty of time to watch the sky explode into a million different shades of orange, pink and red. After the fifteen minute walk, she got in her car and drove home with her windows down, enjoying the cool late night - early morning air. It had been an exhausting shift considering they had been two bartenders short, but she had made it out alive, and that was really all she asked. Tired feet dragged her from her car to her front door, but instead of inserting her keys into said door and letting herself in, she turned to face the sun and leaned against the door. A short minute of bright sunlight on her face was all she needed to feel rejuvenated from a shift like that.

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It had been three weeks since the boys had been clubbing, having to drag Chan out of the club before he made a fool of himself. Correction, more of a fool of himself. The morning after their outing, Chan had woken up on Changbins couch not only with a raging hangover, but also with the most embarrassing memories from the night prior. He didn’t remember all the details, but he did remember hitting violently on the bartender. He had no idea if he was actually being smooth about it or if he was acting like creep of the century, only increasing his embarrassment.

Even though the better half of a month had passed, Jisung and Changbin was still bullying the ever-loving daylights out of him for that particular night, especially since it was because of a girl. ”I really hope casanova over here doesn’t pull the same moves on some poor girl tonight.” Changbin chuckled as they were all sitting in Chan’s car, pulling into the destined neighbourhood.

They were on their way to a friends party, their first time out since the incident. Chan snorted at the comment, reminding his friend that he was driving anyway, so even if he wanted to - he wouldn’t be able to drink. “And honestly? Thank fuck for that.” Jisung added at last, unbuckling his seatbelt when they pulled up to the right house. They were a couple of hours late, so the party was already raging. The setting sun was illuminating the backyard of the host house in a stunning few shades of light, really setting the vibe as people were dancing on the glass-flooring that had been installed over the pool so they had more real estate to move around on, and also less of a drowning risk with this many drunks.

“I know we usually hit bar first when we get places, but I’m going to find Minho and say hi.” Jisung said, almost splitting away from the two others, but they soon agreed it was a good idea and joined him. It didn’t take long for them to find the party-host and greet him.

“Minho!” Changbin exclaimed and hugged his friend, Jisung and Chan following suit.

“Glad you guys could make it! Haven’t seen you in forever!” He spoke a bit loud to make sure they heard him over the music. They chatted for a few minutes, catching up before a few girls wanted Minho's attention. “Looks like I have to dip. But get your asses into the backyard and Mila will hook you up with some drinks!” He said before disappearing into the crowd. The boys did as they were told and made their way back outside. The sun had set by now, the yard being lit up with fairy-lights and torches. Jisung was the first back outside, followed by Changbin then Chan, as they all wouldn’t fit through the door at once. However, while Chan was still making his way outside, he heard Jisung absolutely lose his mind laughing, Changbin soon doing the same.

“What the fuck is wrong with you guys?” Chan gave them a look as if they were crazy, laughing at nothing. Neither of them were able to keep their composure long enough to explain their actions, but Changbin managed to point in the general direction of their amusement. Chan scanned the area of where his buddy had gestured, his heart soon dropping to the pit of his stomach. Over by the far end of the covered pool stood a makeshift bar, with a professional bartender behind it. “Are you kidding me?” Chan sighed as he looked at the girl he had so humiliatingly hit on a few weeks back.

Jisung and Changbin took a few minutes, but they finally sobered up enough to pat Chan on the back and make their way over to the bar. They greeted her, not really expecting her to remember them as she probably met thousands of customers every single weekend. But so wrong can you be.

“Hi boys, let me guess. Two vodka-redbulls for you guys, and should I just give you the bottle and a straw?” Mila chuckled as they had all fully approached the bar. She would never have said that if there were other people around, but right now it was only the three boys within earshot, so she took the opportunity to mock them a bit. Two of the boys broke out laughing, while the last one closed his eyes and smiled as a red tint appeared on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I had to. I’m Mila by the way.” She chuckled as she prepared the two vodka-redbulls that had been confirmed ordered.

“Nah, it’s fine. I absolutely had that coming. I’m Chan, that’s Jisung and Changbin.” Chan replied once he finally looked back up, mustering up the courage to look Mila in the eye. She let them know it was lovely to meet them and gave them their drinks. As it was an open bar, there was no need for them to pay for anything.

“So what can I get you?” Mila asked, adding pressure to the ‘you’, making it a conversation between only her and Chan. Jisung and Changbin took this as their cue to step back. Chan definitely noticed them backing away, but decided to not pay them any mind in case it made it awkward between him and the bartender.

“I’m driving, so I’ll just have a glass of water or something.” He admitted, honestly relieved that he wasn’t drinking.

“You know, just because you aren’t drinking doesn’t mean that I can’t make you a drink. If you’d like I can make you something alcohol-free.” Mila said and reached for her Boston-shaker. Chan accepted her offer, and soon she was at work. Grabbing different syrups and juices, she free-poured them into her tin with some ice and shook it up. After straining it into a glass over some fresh ice and topping it off with some liquid Chan honestly had no idea what was, she presented the yellow to red gradient drink.

Chan gladly grabbed the drink and took a sip. He then admitted to her that he was absolutely blown away at how good it was. She gave him a smile and a thank you while rinsing her shaker and placing it back on her station.

“I’ll go find the guys I came with, but I’ll probably see you later?” Chan said, slowly backing up while talking to her, the grass soft under his feet as he walked. She nodded and gave him yet a smile, then turned to the group of people that walked up to her, ready for drinks.

The night blew past in a blur as the guys danced around, talked to friends, and in general just had a blast. Before they knew it, the music had died down and people had started leaving. By now Jisung and Changbin was - not drunk, but very, very tipsy.

“Ready to go home, boys?” Chan asked as Jisung chugged the last of his drink. Much to anyone's surprise, the two of them nodded yes, instantly getting ready to leave. Changbin excused himself as he ran to use the restroom before they left, Jisung taking the opportunity to return his glass to the bar for easier cleanup. Chan walked with him, having an empty glass himself.

“Heeey Mila!” Jisung greeted when they arrived, the bartender packing away her kit and tools, most likely having brought everything with her. Chan didn’t exactly see Minho owning this extensive of a bar kit, completed with spill mats and fancy pour spouts matching the rest of the kit.

“Heeey Jisung!” She laughed as she matched his borderline drunk energy. She happily took the empty cups from them and placed them in a massive tray she had behind the bar, filled with dirty cups and glasses. “You guys on your way home?” She asked, continuing to wipe down her equipment and sorting it away into her bag.

“Yeah, ending the night on a high is probably a good idea.” Chan said and chuckled, sort of hinting that he knew what happens if you don’t. Mila fully understood what he meant and chuckled with him. “You need a ride home?” He offered, suddenly realising that Minho lives in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, and it had gotten so late that public transport no longer ran.

“That’s so kind of you! Thank you, but I drove here, so I’m good.” She smiled so big her eyes almost disappeared, really showing Chan how grateful she was that he asked. He couldn’t help but notice how pretty her smile was, her nose wrinkling slightly, the ghost of a dimple showing on her left cheek.

“Of course. Get home safe though.” Chan smiled back, starting to step away from the bar once he saw Changbin return from the restrooms. “See you around.” He finally added before turning away and dragging Jisung with him towards the car, meeting Changbin on the halfway there.

The three boys soon climbed into the car and off they went. The silence was a nice contrast to the loud music that had been blasting into their heads for the past few hours, especially since they now could talk at a normal volume and still be heard by whoever they were talking to.

“I’d call this evening a success, if I’m being honest with you.” Changbin spoke from the middle seat in the back as Jisung had called shotgun. The two boys had to agree, but they also agreed it was missing one thing.

“Where are we stopping for nightfood?”

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“Four beers, four fireball shots, four tequila shots. Chop chop.” The man in the bar demanded more than anything. Customers like these always gave Mila the ick, making her not want to serve them. But since she couldn’t refuse him service without a valid reason, she decided to just match his energy and be kind of an impatient dick.

“$87.29. Chop chop.” She replied in the same bored and unimpressed tone he had used, catching the man off guard. Mila then grabbed a servers tray and prepped all of his drinks, placing them on the tray. She handed him the tray without as much as a word, and instantly turned to the next costumer.

It was the last Saturday of the month, which meant the DJ was back from out of town, hosting his monthly event. It was easily the busiest night of the month for the nightclub, but for some reason this particular Saturday was calmer than usual. There were still a couple of hundred people in the venue, but not nearly as many drunkards as there usually was. Mila didn’t mind one bit, it most likely meaning she wouldn’t be absolutely shattered by the end of it, especially since she had to walk home after work. Her car was in the shop, and her ride had bailed about fifteen minutes after she got to work, making it a lot harder for her to find someone who could get her home.

“A woowoo coming right up!” She smiled at her customer, punching it in on her till, letting the woman pay. The drink ordered was three ingredients, so it didn’t take long before it was served and left with.

Mila had so graciously been given the far station of the bar for the night, meaning she got the least amount of guests ordering from her. So while she had some downtime, she wiped down her bar, restocked whatever was needed and filled the water station that was nearing empty.

“Are you busy or can I order two vodka-redbulls and a bottle with a straw?” An oddly familiar voice asked while Mila had her back turned to the guest. She whipped around and was soon face to face with Jisung and Changbin. She laughed at Jisungs joke, and then properly greeted them.

“Hi boys, good to see you!” She smiled. Had there not been a full bar between them, she probably would have taken the opportunity to give them a hug. Though she had only met them a couple of times, they had gotten surprisingly comfortable with each other. Considering most of what they had done together had been joke around, it made sense with the friendship they had sparked.

“Looking lovely as always, Mila. Hectic tonight?” Changbin greeted back, taking the chance to look around at the club. Yes, it was a fairly large crowd on the dance-floor, but Jisung and Changbin had mentioned to each other when they entered that it wasn’t near as many people as it had been last time they were there.

“Not too bad. We do have a few tables reserved though, and those parties haven’t arrived yet as far as I’m concerned. Might pick up a bit later. But what happened here? I’m pretty sure there’s usually three of you. Lost him?” She joked, grabbing a damp rag from the bar behind her and started wiping down the glasses that had gotten marks from where the water had dried on them after they got out of the dishwasher.

“Chan is meeting us here, actually. He was running late on some work things he had going. We’ll send him over once he gets here though, he probably wants one of those drinks you made him as Minho’s. He hasn’t stopped gushing about them all week.” Jisung explained, lovingly-mocking his best friend. “And two vodka-redbulls when you get the chance?” He quickly added, pulling his card out of his back pocket.

“That’s nice to hear. And you put that card away, these are on the house.” Mila quickly made the drinks and handed each drink to each guy, not bothering to put it in on her machine.

“I know we just met, but is it too early to say I love you?” Jisung asked as he realised he didn’t have to pay and put his card back in his pocket. Mila chuckled, then blew him a kiss and winked at him in a playful manner. Jisung went to ‘grab her kiss’ out of the air, but Changbin did the same thing. It ended up with them fighting over who got to keep her kiss, looking like two kids in the sandbox arguing over who gets to play with the dinosaur toy. Mila couldn’t help but laugh as she hoisted herself up so she could lean over the bar and give Changbin a kiss on the cheek.

“There, now you don’t have to fight anymore. You both got a kiss!” She grinned, Changbin looking at her and jokingly started to fan his face and pretend like he was freaking out. They kept up the jokes for a few more seconds before they laughed it off, letting Mila know they would be back at some point. She waved them goodbye and turned back around to continue slicing limes, as she had been doing when they boys came over.

It wasn’t long after that Chan came waltzing through the door, looking around for his friends. He soon spotted them at a table and made his way over, greeting them both with a variation of a handshake. They hit off a quick conversation before Changbin let Chan know that their favorite bartender was over on the far end of the bar. Chan gave a quick nod and let them know that he would be back in a second. They boys however had a strong suspicion that wouldn’t be the case, and made their way to the dance-floor as Chan left them.

Station four of the bar was empty when he finally made his way over, instantly spotting the bartender focusing on something behind the bar that was out of his line of sight. “Hey!” He had to almost yell to make sure she heard him over the music, but it worked as she perked her head up and her eyes met his. ”Hi!”

Neither of them said anything else, which in literally any other situation would be so awkward that Mila would find an excuse to leave, but for some reason she didn’t mind it with him. Even though it didn’t last too much longer, it was weirdly nice. ”Would it be too much trouble if I asked for that thing you made me last time? The alcohol free drink, I mean?” Chan was the first to break the silence between them. Well, as silent as it could be with the speakers blasting some Spanish song Mila had heard a million times by now. She quickly shook her head no, and got to work.

While she was mixing and shaking, Chan found it odd that she hadn’t put in his order, letting him pay while she made his drink like she usually did. She always chose the most efficient route according to what Chan had learned about her during their short friendship. Mila soon saw his slightly furrowed brows and came to the rescue with an explanation. “It would be kind of a dick move of me to charge you for a drink, when I just gave your boys vodka-redbulls on the house.”

“You’re too kind.” Chan smiled and took the drink she had now placed in front of him. It was the same yellow to red gradient as last time, but the nightclub lights made the colours more vibrant, this time reminding him more of a sunset than anything else. Chans original plan had been to thank her and then leave to find his friends, but conversation between him and Mila happened so naturally that he found himself leaning on the bar, talking shit for way too long.

A solid thirty minutes must’ve passed before Mila was suddenly attacked in a wave of customers. Chan knew his place and went to leave her to do her job, when he was stopped. A hand had wrapped itself around his wrist, his eyes instantly shooting to the place of contact, then trailing up the arm until he made eye contact with the owner. Mila was leaned halfway over the bar to reach him, stopping him from leaving. ”Uhm, before you go. That offer of the ride home, is that still on the table?” She looked like she was embarrassed for asking, but it only made Chan smile. He used his free hand to grab hers and lift it off his wrist.

“Of course it is.” He grinned and lifted her hand to his face and quickly kissed her knuckles before he finally left.

From then on Mila found herself looking at the clock on her till every few minutes, wishing time would go by faster. Events like these usually flew by, but now that she was actually excited for her shift to be over, time slowed down. But even with the slowest minutes known to man, three a.m. finally rolled around, meaning they were closing.

Security ushered everyone out while the bar staff was cleaning the bar. A lot had to be done after the doors to the bar closed, but Mila and her coworkers had gotten a good routine down. Before she could fully go into cleaning mode though, she realised she forgot to let security that three of the partiers were with her. She was reminded of this when she heard two of the security guards talk over the system they had through the earpiece she had yet to take out.

“There are three losers here refusing to leave. I need backup.”

“Bar," she started, letting security know who was talking. "Are these three idiots three weirdly buff guys in their early to mid twenties claiming they’re waiting for Mila?” She pressed down on a button that was attached to the wire that went out of the earpiece and into the battery box she had in her back pocket. The security the bar had on events like these were not the same they had on regular nights, so she didn’t expect them to know who the hell Mila was.

“Correct.” The masculine voice replied to her through the coms.

“Those three losers belong to me, so if you could be an angel and let them back in that would be lovely.” She spoke, following it up with an apology for inconveniencing the guards. Not long after, three guys made their way into the now brightly lit bar, runners and barbacks flying around with trays and buckets, gathering all the dirty glasses off the tables, getting them ready to clean.

“Sit wherever, I’ll try to hurry!” Mila said to the guys and then disappeared to help clean. The boys did as they were told and sat down in a booth that seemed to be mostly cleaned. They were all amazed to see the speed and efficiency of the workers rushing around. They were all working hard and thoroughly, all while talking between each other about the events of the evening, if anything of interest had happened, or just joking around. At one point two bartenders were sprinting after each other, one of them trying to spray the other with the disinfectant they had in hand. All this, and still the venue was sparkling clean after forty-five minutes.

Mila was soon stood next to the booth where the boys found themselves, her bag over her shoulder, her uniform now replaced with some comfortable looking sweats. “So sorry you guys had to wait, but I’m ready to go now!” She apologised as the three of them scooted out of the couches and stood by her.

“Nonsense, you guys used way less time than we thought you would!” Jisung waved his hand to let her know what she was sating was nothing factual. The two other agreed as they all started to head towards the exit. Mila was luckily not shift manager for the night, so she didn’t have to worry about locking up.

Mila motioned for the boys to lead the way as she had no idea where they had parked the car. Chan turned left as they stepped into the street and the lot followed. The four of them easily fell into comfortable conversation that consisted mostly of joking around and Changbin refusing that he was drunk, even though he had failed Chans test of spelling the word ‘bumble-bee’.

Time really flies by when you’re having fun, because before she knew it, Mila found herself in the backseat of Chan’s car wishing to herself that she didn’t have to go home. Her prayers were luckily answered in the form of Jisung asking the question, “Where we going for nightfood?”

“We should let the newcomer choose!” Changbin replied from Mila’s left, Jisung having called shotgun before either of them. Mila didn’t have to give it any thought before she started giving directions to the location of her nightfood of choice. Once the boys realised where they were headed, they all started cheering and getting hyped up, loving her pick.

“You officially pass every friendship test we could ever have given you.” Changbin said as they all climbed out of the car. He and Jisung had sobered up a bit by now, but not a lot. Making their way into the shop they didn’t hesitate to go up to the register and order inhumane amounts of food. Orders upon orders of fries and burgers, as well as way too many drinks. The amount of food ended up being so massive that the workers placed it in a cardboard box to give to them so they could easily bring it with them. They thanked the workers and left, walking back to the car.

Mila, who was carrying the box, asked for someone to get the backdoor of Chans car so she could sit down. She sat herself so she was sideways in the seat, her feet hanging out of the car. The guys acted on guy-instinct and sat down on the ground next to Mila, the car door remaining open. She then placed the box on the ground, in the middle of the circle they had created. They all attacked the food without mercy, grabbing burgers, fries and drinks, sauces and dips left, right and centre.

“This is easily the best meal I’ve ever had.” Chan spoke, his mouth full of burger, causing his words to come out a bit muffled. The lot groaned and hummed in agreement, their mouth equally full of greasy food. “Hear, hear!”

The silence once again came over them, leaving them to enjoy their food in peace and quiet as they were the only people in the parking lot. It made sense considering it was nearing four thirty in the morning, and the sun was starting to rise. The sky breaking into colours would never stop being amazing, no matter how many times Mila saw it happen.

The sun continued to rise while they ate, and continued still when they had announced themselves finished.

“Are you working next Friday?” Jisung suddenly asked, directing the question to Mila. She had to give it a quick thought, but ultimately shook her head no. “We’re having a party! You should come!”

Mila nodded quickly, grabbing a napkin to wipe her mouth. She then pulled out her phone while she continued to talk. “I can send you my rates and my menus if you’d like.” Her tapping away on her phone was quickly interrupted when Chan corrected her.

“No, no, no. Not to work, you should come to party! Be a person!” He spoke, letting her know she had misunderstood. Mila clicked her phone shut, no longer needing the work-files she was looking for. She asked them if they were sure, to which they all agreed. “We would love to have you there!” A smile grew on her face as she nodded yet again, happy to have been mistaken.

Conversation then floated on, topics changing every few moments all while the sun still rose to wake the world.

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Yup! End of the street, Bin is standing outside talking on the phone right now, you should be able to spot him any second

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Mila continued walking down the street, keeping her eyes peeled as she did so. Soon she spotted the buff baby walking slowly back and forth, red solo cup in one hand, phone pressed against his ear in the other. She picked up her pace slightly, hurrying over to her friend and sending him a wave as soon as he noticed her. The call seemed to be of importance, so he kept talking while he gave her a hug and a nod, signalling he would be right in. Mila instinctively returned the hug and nodded as a reply, making her way inside the house.

Music blared through the entire house, Mila feeling the vibrations of the bass in her bones as soon as she stepped over the threshold. She had strategically arrived a bit late so she wouldn’t be stuck in the awkward early phase of the party, so a solid crowd had already formed. There were people everywhere; kitchen, living room, hallways, bathrooms, and Mila was almost certain she had seen a group of people make their way upstairs.

Pushing her way through the sweaty bodies, she finally got to the kitchen where the island was covered in whatever you would need to make a drink. A few people stood there, concocting their poison of choice, Mila internally wincing at their methods, but didn’t want to say anything. After taking a shot with a random guy, she mixed herself a drink and maneuvered herself back into the living room. It was first then she realised the crowd in there were all facing something, a DJ booth with none other than Jisung and Chan behind it. From the looks of it, they were mixing as they played, impressing Mila enough to push to the front. She knew the song they were mixing, so she instantly sang along. The music was proper loud, so she didn’t worry that anyone could hear her tone-deafness.

It honestly felt like a concert with the way they were jumping up and down behind the booth, hyping up the crowd that seemed to match their energy. Mila found herself dancing along, first alone but suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and shook her playfully. She whipped around when given the chance and was face to face with Changbin who was now dancing with her. “Shouldn’t you be up there?” Mila leaned in to Changbin’s ear so he could easily hear her, assuming he was part of the entertainment.

“Shouldn’t you?” He rebutted, making the bartender squeeze her face together in a confused grimace. Before she could as much as catch her breath, Changbin had grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the side of the booth, entering both himself and Mila. Chan and Jisung’s faces lit up once they saw the two and moved over a tad bit to make room for them to jam out with them.

It was first now that Mila could see how many people were actually there, but she didn’t seem to care. As a bartender, she was used to drunk people looking at her, so she didn’t mind being up there, front and centre.

Their set didn’t last forever, so when they finally needed a break, they played some pre-mixed tracks and scurried to the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Where in the fuck did that come from?!” Mila exclaimed once she was making them all sorts of different drinks, even though they told her she didn’t need to.

“Come to think of it, I guess we’ve never told you what we do for a living.” Jisung chuckled as he sipped the drink she had just given him.

The four of them had gotten to know each other a solid amount considering how long they had been sitting in the empty parking lot, eating fries and talking - but it didn’t dawn on Mila until now that they had only talked about stuff that didn’t mean anything in the real world. She had no idea what they did for work, how old they were (though she had guessed them all to be around her own age), or in general what their deal was. What she did know though was Changbin’s deepest fears, why Chan was so attached to music and how to comfort Jisung when he was upset.

“You do this for a living?!” Mila exclaimed yet again, stopping whatever she was doing with her hands to fully punctuate how shocked she was. The three of them laughed and nodded.

“We’re producers!”

It was when Mila then asked what else she was missing that the conversation really took off. They had all ended up grabbing stools to sit by the kitchen island, filling her in on quite literally every single detail of their lives, making sure she was catching everything. Minutes of talking quickly ticked into hours, and the only reason they were pulled out of their own little world was when one of their friends came over and asked when they were going to be playing again.

“Oh shit, our fifteen minute break turned into sixty-five. We’ll be right there, Hyunjin.” Chan replied after checking his phone for the time. They then excused themselves to go finish their set, but Mila only ushered them away, letting them know she would be watching them from the back.

Not long after they disappeared, the vibe of the music changed completely, signalling that they were back. Mila grabbed her drink and moved to the living room, only to see that it was completely packed. She looked around for a place to watch from, and her eyes finally landed on the staircase. She pushed and forced herself through the crowd until she was at the bottom step, then she climbed a few of them to sit down. From her spot she could perfectly see all three of them, as well as most of the crowd.

She sat there for a while, moving her body to the music as much as she could while still being seated. However, she found herself stopping when she looked back at the performers and made eye contact with one of them. Chan had his eyes buried deep within her, in a manner that surprisingly made Mila shiver. It seemed like he noticed, cause he gave her a smile and a wink. A smile erupted on her lips at his actions, his eyes shifting away from her at last. He was however smiling as he looked down at his mixing board, twisting knobs and pushing buttons.

The warm feeling Mila suddenly felt was too much for her to stop smiling, even when her cheeks started hurting. She leaned her head against the railing she was sitting against, her eyes still fixated on the three guys. One more than the others.

Her attention was torn away from them when her phone started blowing up in her pocket, forcing her to check it in case of an emergency. Luckily it was just the group-chat she had with her colleagues, the lot talking about something that just happened at the club. Something about an old man busting hella moves.

Just as she went to put the phone back in her pocket, she noticed someone was standing at her feet. Looking up she was met to face none other than the flirty producer himself. “Chan? Why are you all the way over here?” She quickly questioned, looking back over to the booth where Jisung and Changbin was now stood alone. The two guys seemed to be enjoying themselves a ridiculous amount, so she suspected they didn’t mind that Chan had detoured ever so slightly.

“You don’t seem like you’re having fun, so I’m kidnapping you.” Chan replied with the biggest smile on his face, only confusing Mila more.

“Are you kidding me? You guys are so talented!” She rebutted, but Chan didn’t seem to be having any of it.

“You can think we are the world's most talented dj’s as much as you want, that doesn’t mean you’re having fun. The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” He said and reached out his hand for Mila to grab. She tilted her head ever so slightly and gave him a smile. She then shook her head with a happy sigh and grabbed his hand, letting him pull her through the crowd and out the front door.

Time had passed faster than either of them had thought, cause the pitch black outside they had expected was nowhere to be found, instead it looked like it was about be dawn, causing Chan to check the time. “How is it almost three thirty in the morning already?”

“No idea, but what I do know is that I am hungry as hell.” Mila replied and started walking in the general direction of the closest shop. After a few meters, she turned around , walking backwards now. “You coming?” She asked as Chan was still stood on the porch. Mila stretched out her arms while still moving backwards, waiting for him to do anything. This seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was stuck in, sprinting towards Mila, who by now had made it a decent distance. He came running right at her, bending down slightly as he came up to her so he could pick her up and throw her over his shoulder, continuing to run down the road. Mila was screaming and laughing at his actions, playfully hitting her hands on his back, squealing for him to let her down.

He didn’t make it far before he finally placed her back on the ground, laughing hysterically as he did so, Mila doubled over laughing as well. “Let’s go, dweeb.”

The walk wasn’t long until they found a shop that held open. Mila got a chicken baguette they had in the display window, while Chan went for fried chicken. They also ordered the largest serving of orange soda that they could, agreeing that they could share. After receiving their food, they stepped back outside, looking around for a place to sit. With no benches or curbs in sight, Mila decided to get creative.

“I have an idea.” She announced, walking to the back of the building they had just been in. At the back stood a massive container and a few boxes. She then handed her food to Chan for him to hold, then arranged the boxes so she could climb them to get to the top of the container. She then stretched her arms out so she could take the food from Chan, placing it on top of the roof she had now reached. “Come, come.”

Chan copied her actions, and soon they were sat on top of the roof, legs dangling off the edge. As the shop was placed on top of the same massive hill as the house they had just been at, they had a stunning view of the whole, entire city. It was captivating to say the least, especially when the clock ticked on enough for the sun to peak its glowing head over the horizon, illuminating the city as well as Mila and Chan’s faces.

“I’m glad you kidnapped me. This is incredible.” Mila admitted before taking a sip of their shared drink. Chan looked over at her with a smile on his face, bravely placing his hand on her thigh and giving it a squeeze as he did so. Her reaction consisted of turning her head to face him, straw still between her lips. Their smiling eyes held contact for what they would describe as an eternity, when in reality it was only a few seconds. Without any more words being exchanged, Mila removed the straw from her mouth, then held it up to Chan, offering him a sip which he gladly took while she still held the cup, and he held her thigh.

They soon chuckled between themselves, scooted a bit closer to each other, and watched the sun fully rise.

Hope you enjoyed! -ben♡

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