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Okay so like, I literally forgot that Tumblr existed right and I wasn’t writing anymore. I randomly logged on today only to see that the Jin fanfic I was writing has like almost 400 notes. I...... shiiiiiiiddd I may have to actually finish this story now. I literally stopped writing it cause I felt like no one was reading it.

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Aphrodisiac pt1

Description :After exhausting all of your financial resources, you end up resorting to donating blood just so you can get by. It turned out well until you found yourself faced with the question of whether or not you wanted to become a personal blood bank to someone who has possibly become addicted

Pairing : Vampire Jin x Reader

Word Count : 1,608

Genre : angst, humour,

a/n : Welcome to hearing any feedback you guys have :)

You sat there anxiously, anxiously adjusting the neckline of your sweater, much too aware of the way it kept shifting to expose the gauntness of your collar bones. The silence in the room appeared to be soothing to those around you but for you it was hell. It left you alone with nothing but your booming thoughts on whether or not you were actually this desperate for money.

To any normal person you may look like any other 23 year old girl sitting in the waiting room of a doctor’s office for an appointment. However, you weren’t. In fact here you were, the epitome of the broke and low-key starving art student trope from that one low budget Lifetime movie, sitting in the room of a blood bank for vampires, waiting to see if your blood was clean enough to donate. All this just to get some money to pay your rent because life’s a bitch, and you’d prefer to not be eating out of a garbage bin.

It’s been a trying 2 years to say the least. Balancing work and school to pay your tuition was not easy task but somehow you’d been getting by relatively fine.

Until about 3 months ago, when your former boss had offered you a raise if you’d blow him in the supplies closet, then proceeded to fire you after you punched him in the dick so there’s that.

Now here you were, behind on your rent, empty cupboards and not knowing where to even start. You’d been scanning the newspaper trying to find another job when you first saw the advertisement.

Admittedly, the advertisement appeared little absurd to you at first glance, with elegant bold letters saying you could donate a pint of blood to help feed the city’s thriving vampire population and get paid for your donation.

You knew next to nothing about vampires, apart from the basic knowledge that they drank human blood. The thought was a bit off putting to you at first, but after about a week of contemplation, fueled by the gnawing hunger and multiple threats from your (understandably) impatient landlord, anxiety outweighed uncertainty.

A pleasant nurse had taken a sample of your blood for testing to see if it was fit for donation. Depending on your results, they would class your blood based on its quality and pay you according to which class you fell in.

You’d read multiple stories of persons who had gotten up to 5 grand for a pint of blood because of how high quality it was. Which was utterly mind blowing to you. You hoped that the rather questionable diet you’d been sustaining hadn’t messed with your health too much. It was a guarantee that if you got like $50 for your blood the subsequent plan involved you, the asphalt and some good ole rush hour traffic.

“Ms. y/l/n?”

You flinched slightly as you heard your name being called, head snapping up to meet the steady gaze of the receptionist as she indicated for you to come over. She smiled softly at you as she held out a slip of paper and a pen.

“Congratulations you’ve been approved for donation. You just have to complete the consent form and then go to the white door on your left and you’ll be given further instructions from there” she stated, as she began indicating to specific parts of the paper and explaining them to you.

Within the span of the next 4 hours you were back into your apartment, curled up under a blanket and eating actual food. The procedure itself wasn’t bad. You were jabbed by a slightly concerned nurse who became a fully concerned nurse once she saw the way you began to sway as more blood was pulled from your body But it really do be like that sometimes.

Before you knew it, it was over and you were walking (sorta…) towards the bank with a check for $3000 clutched in your hands and a lingering weakness deep in your bones. You’d had enough to pay for the rent you’d owed and to buy food to last for at least a month.

For the first time in months you didn’t have a massive dark cloud of anxiety looming over your head. You didn’t even realize how stressed you were until your weren’t. As soon, as the high from this wore off you knew you’d be back to anxious, depressed mess as you searched for a job. You’d spent the last of your savings to make the deadline for the tuition payments for the semester so at least that was out of the way. But you still needed supplies, food and rent money for the rest of the year. Working at your last job may have been shit but the pay was decent and it had been enough to let u live somewhat comfortably (a relative term) . It wasn’t going to be easy finding another one that paid so well.

The thought made your head throb (or maybe that was the blood loss) so you just left it for another time.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

Unfortunately, it was just your luck that every single goddamn place worth working at in your vicinity either had no vacancies or was sleezy to the point that starvation was better. It was getting closer to the beginning of your semester and you were this close to just donating more blood. You were less than 2 weeks away and you had no books, no supplies, nothing.

Your parents were full of shit so they were out of the question. They’d been adamant about disowning you if you went into anything outside of business field. They told you that you wouldn’t survive without their support and you weren’t about to let 2 years worth of proving them wrong go down the drain.

You grunted burying your face in the pillows and hoping the lack of oxygen would just take you out.

Sadly, you were only slightly light headed when you were interrupted by the vibrations from you phone. You blindly hit the accept button.

“Hello?”

“Ms.Y/L/N,?” you heard the familiar voice of the receptionist from the clinic say. You instantly shot up, every possible worst case scenario flitting through your brain. She hadn’t even said anything and you losing your shit over absolutely nothing.

“I’m calling on behalf of Dr. Choi, the head of the clinic. There are a few things he’d like to discuss with you regarding the donation you made and the client who received it. He’d like to meet with you as soon as possible. Do you have any time this week that you could drop by the clinic?” she inquired. You eyed the clock on the wall across from you. It was just a little after 1.

“I’m free at the moment actually. I could come now, I mean if it’s ok with him” You hoped she said yes, if you didn’t see him today, all the possible reasons why he wanted to speak to you would have kept you wide awake all night. And you already had enough of those under your belt.

You could hear her fingers vigorously tapping against the keys of the keyboard as she paused, telling you to hold for a minute while she checked his schedule.

“That would be perfect actually. He has a free slot at 2:45.” You thanked her for calling you and hung up, assuring her you’d be there.

You quickly got dressed and took a short walk to the bus stop. The whole time you were in the bus your brain started coming up with all the possible ways you could have fucked this one up. Maybe they wanted their money back because your blood poisoned someone. Could you even poison a vampire? But if you killed someone, that technically makes you a murderer and murderers go to prison.

…

Fuck.

You weren’t cut out for prison. You weren’t even cut out for life to be completely honest. You buried your face in your palms in an attempt to calm your erratic thoughts.. All of those reasons were dumb. There was nothing to be worried about because there’s a logical reason you were being called. They didn’t want the money back, you hadn’t killed anyone and you weren’t going to prison.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

It was easier to convince yourself once you were seated across from Dr.Choi in his office.

He was a stately man in his early 40′s, his neatly cut black hair littered with patches of white and grey, tall and broad shouldered with sharp eyes that still somehow held enough warmth to silence the thoughts bouncing around in your head.

“I’m glad you were able to meet with me this quickly despite the short notice. You must be wondering why you were summoned so suddenly “. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. You tapped your foot against the mahogany floor boards, waiting for what he had to say.

”As you know, we are a blood clinic who’s sole purpose is to keep the vampire population well fed. The blood is distributed randomly to the population based on the class of blood they order. Therefore every time they get a supply it’s from a completely different person. However, there are specific instances in which a vampire receives a very special bag of blood, and they find it particularly… enticing, we’ll go with that for lack of a better word. It awakens something in them that makes them want more from that source. They become addicted in a sense. So they request a blood bond contract with the individual who donated the blood. It’s a very common occurrence actually.” he paused, leveling you with a calm stare.

“You’ve been requested for a blood bond contract"

unheathyseoulfood

Revamped (pun fully intended ) version of Aphrodisiac pt 1. Enjoy

So I’m back.... I think

So like it’s been 2 years since I’ve been on Tumblr. I was dealing with some personal stuff. And then the pandemic hit......

In conclusion a lot has happened. Currently, I have way too much free time on my hands so I’m gonna give the writing thing a try again.

I might be editing and reposting works I have on here already, as well as adding to them and possibly posting new works, moodboards, all that good stuff.

So for all you guys still following me thank you for staying and keep on the look out for some new stuff

#kpop #kpop fanfiction #bts #bts fic #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #i'm sorry don't hate me please

MY LUNGS

PLEASE IM SCREAMING

again

welcome to the family

mystericmoon

there he goes again

mystericmoon

and you’re always gonna get it!

unheathyseoulfood

Okay but where is the lie. Looking like he bout to take flight

#kpop #shinee #taemin #lee taemin

clowninyourfeed

I don’t need this right now

Okay... So hear me out

I've been quite neglectful of this account. A lot has been going on in my life and I've been all over the place for God knows how long. I was sat here, contemplating if I should deactivate or not because why have the account if I'm not gonna use it. But when I looked through the long list of drafts and ideas I had I decided that maybe I should continue with everything. Actually make an effort to do this writing thing. I'm thankful for the people who haven't u followed me at this point (don't blame the ones who have tho). So I'm gonna start posting again. I'll try to update as often as I can. Please keep supporting my account. And I'm thankful for all of u.

jung-koook

can we talk about how HOT namjoon is ;~;

bangtan

poutaes-deactivated20210321

this look still haunts me

jinspawss

he grew up so much im in tears

unheathyseoulfood

I feel attacked

7legends

I think a lot of people forget that Namjoon is so young. He was 19 internationally when they debuted. He is only a year older than Jimin and Taehyung and the maknae of the hyung line. At 19 he carried the hopes and dreams of six other boys and a company close to bankruptcy and it’s easy to cringe at 2013 Namjoon. He tried too hard, he made mistakes, he did expensive girl, his hair was stupid, and named himself Rap Monster! But 2013 Namjoon was also the one who was hungry for success, who lived diligently, produced music, wrote lyrics, and pushed forward despite an entire industry and underground artists he once respected insulting and degrading him and his brothers. 2013 Namjoon was desperate and terrified to show the world his heart and soul, and the layers peeled back revealed the kindest and wisest soul. So I love 2013 Namjoon. I love him to bits. I love his stupid hair, his sunglasses, his try hard attitude, his cringey, terrible mistakes, because 2013 Namjoon is what made 2019 Namjoon. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and turned it into a beautiful strength.

Cr twt ddaengifyuagree

taechuu-blessu-deactivated20230

Me: I’m single because God has someone special for me

God:

unheathyseoulfood

God: stop playing yourself

jinspawss

see yall in hell

mytearsrricochet

this morning NASA abandoned their mars rover Opportunity (aka Oppy) because it (she) got hit by a storm on Mars and it knocked her camera and wheels out and her last words to the team were “my battery is low and it is getting cold”. I know she’s a machine but I’m devastated. Oppy is the one who discovered water on Mars. RIP oppy ily space baby

mevsthhighway

they didn’t abandon her!! they tried eight months to reach her!!!! as their last farewell to her yesterday they played her “I’ll be seeing you” by Billie Holiday:

“I’ll find you in the morning sun

And when the night is new

I’ll be looking at the moon

But I’ll be seeing you”

They love her so much and they tried so hard!!!

stickmanbrandon

Oh man, It doesn’t end there.

This isn’t the first song NASA sent Opportunity. They had a playlist:

https://www.space.com/41434-mars-rover-opportunity-wakeup-music-playlist.html?fbclid=IwAR3uL6q4tOmLQTIEhiwYegGc99nv4N01HQKItpCLQiQYIptBOevNN6uIyT8

It’s on Spotify, it’s called “Opportunity, wake up!“

This is what’s great about NASA and it’s what’s great about people. These are world-class engineers. When they sent a rover to another planet they could have easily looked at it as just another scientific tool. But people don’t do that. We can and will get emotionally attached to the most inanimate of objects. We can and will anthropomorphize anything. And frankly Opportunity’s camera mast looks like a little face with eyes and everything, so why not?

So they started calling it her.

They nicknamed her Oppy.

They told her to take a selfie not long ago.

After 15 years of Oppy flipping the double bird to her original 90 day life expectancy, when a planet-spanning dust storm finally knocked her out and she stopped responding to the engineer’s wake-up messages, they started playing music for her.

And after 8 months and almost 1000 unanswered wake-up messages, when it was finally clear that Oppy was never going to wake up, the last thing these world-class NASA engineers did for their little rover on another planet

Was play her a love song