#babygirl you are mentally ill. the room is the least of it

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#'this is a series about how i've found it really hard to clean my room' #babygirl you are mentally ill. the room is the least of it #photo log

[nebulablakemurphy]

Before You (Part 1)

Summary: Rue tells her daughter a story about a drug addict and the person who made a deal with the devil to save her soul. Companion series to ‘Because Of You’

Trigger Warning: This series contains explicit language, mentions of drug use/dealing, domestic disputes & mentions of sex. If you or anyone you know is struggling with mental illness/addiction please reach out to a professional for help. 💜

Ever since Elliot and Jules bought the little house across the street they come to have dinner at least once a week. This became more of a tradition after Lux was born nine years ago.

For all Y/N tried to cook them up a little Elliot, Lux was a little her. Almost identical to Sawyer who’s officially been a teenager for four years. Not that any of them minded. That’s the type of shit they expected when they decided to use their friend’s DNA as opposed to a stranger.

Cameron is the only one who really looks like Elliot. There’s happiness and longing in that. Like staring into a looking glass of what might have been. Another life. Another love. The one they turned away from in exchange for the things they have.

Tonight they are kidless. Sawyer and Cam are staying the night with friends, Lux is with her grandpa. Jules’ father adores his granddaughter and never turns down an opportunity to spend time with her.

Music and smoke fills the room. Cigarettes only. Like Fezco always says, they kill you slow.

“You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife.” Rue knows this song by heart. Spitting those particular lyrics at Elliot, who’s sprawled across her bed, covered by the street lights that dance through the window.

“Hey now,” he laughs, exhaling the smoke from his hit. “I fucked your wife.”

“I think she fucked you, but whatever helps you sleep at night.” Rue shrugs. She doesn’t get jealous. How can she when he’s her best friend? The only guy she’s ever wanted to kiss. The one who would ride and die for her.

Y/N extends her fist to Rue for a bump, “damn right.”

“Oh my god.” Jules rolls her blue eyes. “You’re both incredibly lucky.”

Y/N is just about to chime in when there’s a thud from outside the bedroom window facing the street. “What was that?”

Elliot is closest, nudging the blind open with his fingertip. “Babygirl’s car is outside.”

“Sawyer?” Y/N’s brows furrow, moving off the bed.

“Sawyer’s here?” Jules joins her husband at the window.

“Shit.” Rue dashes for the febreeze in the adjoining bathroom. “Everyone just get your fucking clothes on. Elliot put that shit out.” Spraying an ample amount into their bedroom. “Smells like sex and cigarettes.” Rue frowns.

Jules pushes open the window to let some fresh air in, fanning for dramatic affect.

Y/N tugs on her jeans, adjusting her clothing to look as normal as possible.

“Mom!” The front door swings open and Sawyer calls up the stairs. “Ma!” Follows when Y/N doesn’t immediately answer.

“Coming!” Y/N shouts down at her daughter, rushing down to meet her on the landing.

“What’s wrong?” Rue is right behind her.

“I brought a friend.” Sawyer tells them, slightly out of breath.

“Where is she?” Y/N looks around their daughter to the open door.

“He’s passed out in the backseat.” Sawyer jerks her thumb in the direction of the driveway. “I think he’s high.”

“I thought you were sleeping at Katie’s?” Elliot passes a hand through his hair as he trots down the steps.

“Elliot?” Sawyer turns to watch him. What’s he doing here?

“Hey kid.” He waves.

“You snuck out, didn’t you?” Jules chimes in.

“Well I-”

“Grounded for two weeks.” Rue cuts Sawyer off.

“Fine.” Sawyer rolls her Y/E/C eyes. “Can you at least help me drag his carcass inside before you yell at me?”

———————————————————————

Once conscious, Dayton’s searches his surroundings. He knows this place. The living room of Sawyer’s house, they used to play here as kids. Back before they got separated in middle school classes. By the time high school rolled around they barely spoke. It was merely coincidence, or really bad luck that they ended up at the same party tonight.

“Sawyer?” He grumbles, scrubbing at his eyes.

“Oh good, you’re up.” It’s Jules. Sawyer’s mom’s friend from across the street. The one who was at every birthday and school event with her husband.

“Hey! What the hell?” Dayton moves a hand to cover his eyes as she shines a light directly at his face.

“What kind of drugs are you on?” The blonde asks.

“I don’t know. A lot?”

“Why are you doing drugs?”

“Why do you care?” Dayton scoffs. He’s not anything to Jules.

“Because Sawyer found you passed out at a party and dragged you back here.” Y/N tells the kid.

Dayton looks around the lamp, out into the room. Sawyer is on the chase lounge, legs crossed. She won’t meet his eyes.

Y/N is kneeling on the floor in front of him beside her crazy friend. Rue is back a few feet near the entryway, leaning against the door frame with Elliot.

Elliot is the clown, entertaining the kids from the time Sawyer was born. The one serving cake and ice cream, chatting up the other parents.

Dayton never gave much thought to it when he was younger, but now, looking at the four of them, he starts to put the pieces together. Elliot is Sawyer’s dad.

“Are you guys swingers?” The words tumble from Dayton’s mouth before he has a chance to filter.

“Wha-“

“I-“

“That is completely irrelevant,” Jules jumps to action. “We are asking the questions here.”

“Why is he holding her like that?” Dayton narrows his eyes on Elliot and Rue.

Elliot has one hand resting on the doorframe beside Rue’s and the other resting causally at her waist.

Sawyer whips around to face them. “Why are you holding her like that?”

The pair laugh it off, separating.

“Give us your phone.” Y/N puts her hand out.

“What? Why?” Dayton protests.

“I’m calling your parents.” Y/N tells him.

“Because I asked about your… situation?” He doesn’t need answers that bad.

“No!” Y/N feels her face heat up. “Because you’re addicted to drugs.”

“I’m not addicted.” Dayton argues immediately.

Rue leans over Y/N’s back to stare into his blown pupils. “Yeah, you are.”

“You don’t even know me.” Not anymore. Not who he is now.

“I know you because I was you.” Rue crosses both arms over her chest.

“Here comes the pep talk.” The boy groans, sinking back into the couch.

“Not a pep talk,” Rue stops him. “A story. Get comfortable.”

———————————————————————-

Y/N hears the metal screen clank over the front door as the scuffling ends. She sits up, waiting for Fez to come back to his room.

He stands in the doorway for a second, just looking at her. Shocked by the events that transpired.

“Who was that?” Y/N asks, even though she knows. In her heart she always knows.

Fez takes his time answering. “Rue.”

Y/N curls in on herself. “What happened?”

“You heard it.” He does want to rehash.

“No I mean…why did that happen?”

“She ain’t right.” Fezco sighs. “Tried to take pills from my grandma. Shit ain’t happenin.”

“Oh,” Y/N whispers.

“You know why I had to put her out.”

Y/N nods.

“You gon’ be alright?” He asks. Fez is not an overly affectionate person. But he cares about Y/N. This shit here, sleeping in the same bed, sharing a tooth brush, Y/N wearing his favorite shirt type shit. Whatever they’re doing is the closest thing to love he’s ever felt.

“Yeah.” Y/N pulls herself together, off the bed and past Fez.

“Where are you goin’ girl?” He follows her down the hall.

“I’m gonna make sure she doesn’t get killed.” Y/N moves to grab her shoes and his car keys.

“Uh, uh.” Fez shakes his head.

“Please,” she breathes, “I know I’m being a bitch right now-”

“I didn’t say all that.”

“I shouldn’t be asking this of you,” he’s given her enough. “I know what she did is terrible and I’m not excusing her. But that is our friend and the window of opportunity to keep her safe is closing. Please can I borrow your car?”

“A’right.” He agrees, “but this the last time.”

The last time she can crawl back to him. The last time he’s making a fool of himself.

“Thank you.” Y/N leans in to kiss his cheek. “For everything.”

———————————————————————

Y/N follows Rue for a while. Keeping her distance even though Rue is too far gone to notice. Eventually she stumbles on an apartment complex. It’s not one Y/N is familiar with, not one of their friends.

Still she waits, parking the car just in time to see Rue slink into one of the units.

Y/N stands there for a long moment. She has nothing, no weapons, no cash, no leverage, no knowledge of what is behind the door. Only that Rue is inside, possibly in danger. Somehow that’s enough. Y/N finally brings herself to knock on the door.

“Hi.” Y/N greets the woman who opens it. She’s older, lips painted a deep red.

“Hello.” She doesn’t smile. “What can I do for you?”

“I saw a girl come in here.” Y/N clears her throat. “My friend, her name is Rue. I need to see her.”

“Of course, come in.” The woman opens the door fully.

“Thanks.” Y/N steps inside.

“I’m Laurie.” She turns serval locks closed behind them.

“I’m Y/N.” Y/N forces the words out.

“Can I get you anything?”

“No,” Y/N shakes her head. “Thank you so much though. Where’s Rue?”

“Rue owes me some money. I don’t know if she told you that.” Laurie makes herself comfortable at her dining room table.

“I’m-“ Y/N moves to the far side of the room, peeking down the hall. “We’re not really on speaking terms right now.”

“Then what brings you here?”

Because Rue pushed everyone so far away that no one else will come. And anyone who wants to find her doesn’t know how. “Just stupid I guess.”

“There’s a quick way that she can re-up.” Laurie lifts a shoulder, even her shrugs are monotone.

“What?” Y/N nearly comes out of her skin at the implication.

“It’s nothing personal, just business.”

“How much does she owe?” It’s personal to her.

“Eight thousand. She just gave me two in cash.”

“How long does she have to pay it?” Y/N wonders.

“A few weeks, but she’s not doing well.” Laurie points out. “I don’t think she’ll be able to come through for me.”

“Can I um-“ Y/N pulls out the vacant chair across from the dealer. “Maybe I could take over.”

“That’s quite an offer for someone you’re not speaking to.”

“Like I said, I’m stupid.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” Laurie looks her over a second time. “You seem like a business woman who just needs a little guidance.”

Y/N isn’t that stupid. Laurie reeks of manipulation and broken dreams. “How would you guide me?”

The woman purses her lips, as if she hasn’t already decided. “I can wipe Rue’s debt. You would be responsible for paying it back.”

Y/N is seventeen. She doesn’t have eight grand laying around. “Ok.”

“I’ll give you your own goods to turn for profit.”

“Totally.” Y/N steeples her finger anxiously. “I already have some prospects lined up.”

“Would you look at you.”

“Yeah,” Y/N forces a smile. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t worry, Y/N. I always get my money back.”

It’s not what she says. It’s what she doesn’t say that scares Y/N shitless. “I’m just gonna take her then.”

“All yours.” Laurie moves to stand, leading Y/N down to the guest room where Rue is passed out. “It was great to meet you, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.”

———————————————————————-

Y/N takes Rue home. She doesn’t know the details of what happened, why she ran. Only that she did and that home the best place for her. Leslie will know what to do.

When Y/N knocks at the door, Rue’s mother is there to answer almost immediately.

“Y/N?” She hasn’t seen her for a while.

“I have Rue.” She blurts, no reason to drag it out.

“Thank God.” Leslie moves a hand up to cover her heart.

Together they lift her into the house. Placing her beneath the warm blankets of her bed.

“I don’t know what…” Y/N stumbles around the words. “I think she’s on morphine.”

Leslie reaches out to her. To steady herself, or to steady Y/N who is visibly spiraling.

“I don’t know if she should be in a hospital, I’ve never-“ Y/N carefully removes Rue’s arm from the covers. Revealing the track of broken veins along the crook of her arm.

The woman nods, “she needs to go to the hospital.”

“I can come.”

“You’ve got school.”

Y/N looks away, “I can’t leave her like this.”

“Tell you what.” Leslie whispers. “You let me be Rue’s mom. You be her friend. You be there when she needs someone to talk to, somebody to laugh with, somebody to be there. Let me take care of this.”

Y/N reluctantly backs away. “Will you text me when you know what’s going on? Just if she’s ok?”

“Of course.”

“Do you think she’s gonna be ok?”

Leslie swallows, “we’re gonna do everything we can.”

———————————————————————

“So hypothetically, if I had to sell twenty-five thousand dollars of drugs in one month. How screwed would I be?” Y/N asks Fez.

They’re having a midnight snack after she returned his car. Waiting on baited breath for an update on Rue. “You’d be absolutely fucked. Front and back.”

Y/N chokes on her ramen.

“Girl,” Fez shakes his head. “Tell me you don’t got 25k to pedal in one month.”

“I have 25k to pedal in one month.”

“You lost your damn mind. Why in the hell would you make a deal like that?” Fez can’t believe what he’s hearing. Y/N has a good head on her shoulders. It’s one of the things he likes about her.

“Rue was there, she owed her.”

“Owed who?” Fez’s hands ball into fists.

“I think her name is Lauren or something.” She can barely make sense of it. Everything after leaving Fez’s that night felt like a dream.

“You owe Laurie that kind of money?” Fez wants no part in that shit.

“I couldn’t leave Rue there.” Y/N lets her fork plop into the bowl. “I knew it was a risk. Is there anyway that you can help me?”

“Girl-”

“I know.” Y/N groans. This is bad, really, really bad.

Fez mulls it over for a minute. “I can front you nine.”

“Thank you.” She bumps his shoulder with her own.

“The rest you gon’ have to figure out.”

Part 2

#fezco euphoria #jules vaughn imagine #jules euphoria #elliot imagine #elliot euphoria #euphoria #rue bennett x y/n #rue bennett imagine #rue bennett x you #rue bennett x reader #rue bennett #rue euphoria

[katelynnwrites]

pairing: Spencer Reid x f!Reader

warnings: pregnancy, nausea, mentions of mental illness, a tiny bit of swearing and angst

summary: Spencer knows that something is up with you but for the life of him he couldn’t figure it out. It should have been easier, a hell of a lot less complicated for you to just say something but it’s not.

word count: 1.531k

The One Where It’s Complicated || Part One of The One Where Series

You didn’t want to believe the first test, frantically taking another. And another. Till the boxes were empty and you were staring at the small positive signs reflected on each and everyone of them.

******

Spencer knew you well. He knew you better than anyone else. Every single one of your habits he knew like the lyrics of a favourite song. Like the words of a beloved book that he could never fail to forget especially with his eidetic memory. So when one day you suddenly switched from drinking coffee to tea, he noticed.

He didn’t say anything, wondering if it was just a one off thing but he watched you even closer after that.

He saw the way you looked more tired now, leaning against his shoulder and falling asleep during plane rides. Not that he minded, you just never used to do so as frequently.

There were bigger things too, him waking up one morning to find you not beside him but throwing up into the toilet. You had brushed off his concerns, claiming that you had simply eaten something off the night even though the both of you had the same food. Chinese takeout from the restaurant down the street as you had every Friday night ever since you moved in with him.

These worries occupied his thoughts for a week straight before he resolved to finally say something to you.

‘Y/n are you okay?’ He cautiously asks as you sort through the files on your desk.

‘Yeah Spence. I’m fine.’ You reply, giving him a light kiss on his cheek before hurriedly leaving the room.

Spencer knows that something is definitely wrong after that because of the forced smile on your face as you left. He didn’t know what it was but it bothered him. Still, he wanted to wait till you were ready to talk about it so he didn’t push.

******

After that you were even more careful. You knew that he knew something was wrong and that sooner or later he would ask again. And this time you weren't sure if you could keep the truth from him.

You got up earlier than he did, so that you could throw up in secret but the morning sickness was getting worse. So you began to avoid him a little hoping that by doing so he would find it harder to notice.

Unfortunately that was a mistake because if anything, that made it even more obvious to him.

******

You were distancing yourself from him now and Spencer wracks his brain wondering if he had done something wrong. It had been three weeks. Three weeks of your odd behaviour and he desperately wanted to know why. More than that, he needed to know if you were alright.

Looking over at where you sat next to your desk, filling in some paperwork, he bites his lip thinking hard.

Then you absentmindedly touch your stomach gently and everything clicks into place. You’re pregnant.

At first he feels nothing but joy and excitement until something else hits him. Why hadn’t you told him yet?

There was no possible way that you didn’t know yet. The throwing up which he now knew was morning sickness was a big giveaway. You had definitely missed your period by now and you were not drinking coffee. You had to know.

He’s more than a little embarrassed of the amount of time it took him to work it out. He’s a profiler for God’s sake. You had to be at least five weeks along to be showing symptoms such as fatigue and morning sickness and he wonders why you were keeping something so big from him for this long.

He’s turning over all the reasons you could possibly have for keeping it from him when you touch his arm lightly.

‘Spencer…’ He sees it then, the lingering sadness in your eyes and his heart cracks as he realizes why. You didn’t want to have kids with him.

He doesn’t blame you. Schizophrenia was genetic and could easily be passed on to your children. No one wanted a damaged child if they could help it.

‘Spencer I need to tell you something.’ You say, anxiety bubbling up within you.

‘Do you not want to have kids with me?’ He suddenly blurts out. He just couldn’t stop himself. He needed to know. Needed to know if he’d got his hopes up for nothing.

‘Spencer of course not!’ You’re appalled. How could you possibly not want to? You wanted nothing more than to have a family with him.

‘Then why didn’t you tell me?’ He’s glad that you’re the only two left in the office, the other members off the team had already left given the late hour.

‘W-what do you mean-’ Confusion is clearly etched all over your face.

‘I know you’re pregnant.’ He interrupts , stepping closer to you.

Your entire body tenses up and you softly ask, ‘How did you know?’

‘You’ve been throwing up. You don’t drink coffee anymore and you have been exhausted lately. These symptoms mean you’re at least five weeks along.’ Spencer states, shoving his hands into his pockets. He’s desperately attempting not to sound angry but he is a little. How could you not tell him this?

Your voice is so quiet but he hears it when you whisper, ‘Seven weeks. I’m seven weeks.’

‘Jesus fucking Christ Y/n.’ Spencer is trying so hard not to cry. How long had you been planning on keeping this to yourself? Were you ever going to tell him?

It seems that you’re unsuccessfully trying to do the same thing. Spencer softens, seeing your tears. As hurt by you as he was now, you were still the love of his life.

‘Y/n you know that I love you. So why didn’t you tell me? If it’s not because you’re afraid of our children having schizophrenia then why? Why?’ He rambles needing to understand.

‘I-’ You begin but he continues on, ‘I want to have a family with you. Please Y/n help me understand.’

You don’t hear what he says next, simply focused on his admission of wanting to have a family with you.

‘You want to have a family with me? Spencer, you want to have kids with me?’ You’re nervous, desperately hoping that you heard him right.

‘Why wouldn’t I?’ He’s staring at you, shock evident in his expression.

‘You were always so closed off about your mother’s condition. I thought you didn’t want children because you were afraid they’d have it too.’ You explain hesitantly.

‘I was terrified. Until I met you. You’re the only person I would ever want to raise a family with.’ Spencer tenderly brushes loose strands of hair off your face and you begin to sob.

‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Spence. I thought you didn’t want kids and I didn’t want you to feel forced to.’

He wraps his arms around your waist, peppering soft kisses onto the top of your head.

‘Shhh Y/n. There’s nothing more I would love than to have a family with you.’

You cry even harder at that, silently cursing your hormones. Spencer holds you even tighter against him, murmuring soothing words in your ear.

Eventually you calm down and he presses another kiss into your hair.

‘Babygirl I’m so sorry you felt that way. I’m sorry you thought you couldn’t tell me this, that you thought I wouldn’t want this. Because I do. I want all of this. I want all of this with you.’

You sniffle, looking up at him.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier Spence. I just-I was so-’

He cuts you off, squeezing your hand in his, ‘I understand.’

You let out a choked laugh and he can’t help but smile in relief. It’s the first time in a while that he’s heard the sound of your genuine laughter.

A comfortable silence settles in, the two of you remaining in the same position simply taking in the reassuring presence of the other.

‘Spencer?’

‘Y/n?’ He responds in kind and you giggle.

Taking his hand in yours, you slide it under your top and press it against your stomach. Right over your growing child.

‘I know it’s a bit late but it’s better late than never.’ You begin breathily. Your eyes are shining as his gaze meets yours.

Spencer’s eyes are welling with tears as he figures out where this is going.

‘Spencer Reid, you are going to be a father.’

Much more softly, you add, ‘You’re going to be an amazing dad.’

There’s not a trace of doubt in your words and Spencer feels like his heart is going to explode with sheer happiness.

His hands fly up to cup your face, pulling you into a gravity defying kiss.

It’s messy and doesn’t last long because the both of you can’t stop smiling but when you pull apart, a grin is tugging on the edge of his lips.

‘And you my dear Y/n, are going to be a wonderful mother.’

Your laughter rings out before it’s silenced when his lips meet yours once again.

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[inimoo]

Operation: Eradicate the Homoerotic Energy Between Our Dads

Chapter 14 - Remnant

Summary:

Michael overhears his father calling Uncle Henry 'babygirl' and is mortified to a point where he enlists the help of his best friend Charlie to attempt to eradicate all forms of sexually charged tension between their dads.

Consequentially, this leads to the discovery of a freakishly humanoid robot that looks and is exactly like Charlie's long dead mother abandoned in their parents' old college so, in hindsight, they probably should've just let them make out.

“How is she alive?” Charlie asks from across the kitchen island, a bowl of cereal in her hands. It’s 6 in the morning, which is unfortunately the only time they can have these types of conversations at home without someone hearing. The two them are discussing what had happened the previous night while eating breakfast. Well, while Charlie eats breakfast. Michael already finished by the time she had left the washroom.

Michael runs his hands over the kitchen rag after setting his freshly cleaned plate aside, “She said something about remnant.” “Remnant is something that remains.” Charlie muses, “But you can’t bring a robot to life. You can’t give robots blood and thoughts.” Michael sighs, leaning over the island as his mouth twists in frustration, “How can a robot remember things from a dead woman’s memory?” “And why on god’s green earth does she have such… human emotions?” Charlie shudders.

After a very strange night and finally falling asleep, the realization that there was an actual humanoid robot person that shouldn’t even exist had talked to them like that was a little more confusing than exciting. 

“She has memories of the last time she was turned on too,” Michael says thoughtfully, looking out onto the yard where a group of birds is hopping around, “Your dad said that he’d come back for her, right?” “But he never did,” Charlie sighs, “God, why the fuck were we the ones found her? It could’ve been anyone else.” “At least she doesn’t want to kill us.” “That’s not exactly a very high bar to surpass Mike.” she deadpans, giving him a look. “We have to go back to see her again though.” “Yeah I’m not going to like, turn her on and then learn her tragic backstory and not go back to see her.” Michael leaves the other side of the kitchen island and rummages through the drawers of the living room before pulling out a piece of paper and returning to stand beside Charlie.

“There’s not really any privacy in this place so we can’t have one of those huge whiteboards,” he says, uncapping a black sharpie, “But it’d be good to write down what we know.” Charlie looks over his shoulder as he writes in big bold and messy letters, ‘robot woman (aka. Aunt Sam’.

“That’s totally not incriminating evidence.” Charlie says sarcastically and he rolls his eyes.

“So she doesn’t want to kill us.” he says writing that down, “But she does want us to bring her to Uncle Henry, which isn’t exactly possible because she’s supposed to be dead.”

“Sucky situation.” Michael writes the words ‘Remembers:’ under that, “She remembers everything from when she was alive, but not the person who killed her.”

“That’s wonderful news.” she sighs sarcastically, “She remembers her feelings though, right?” “Yeah,” Michael answers, making a thought bubble over a dead stick woman and writing down words as he spoke, “Sadness, fear and… what was the other?” “Betrayal.” Charlie supplies, “Lots and lots of betrayal.” “Truly a tragedy.” “We shouldn’t joke about this.” Charlie says, but her mouth quips up in the corners. 

“Stoppp.” he laughs, looking at the way she suppresses her giggles. “It’s not funny.” “Yeah yeah,” she says, “What else?” “She… well she doesn’t really have control over her emotions.” Michael remembers, “Like she told us she didn’t want to cry in front of us.” “Who wants to cry in front of people in general?” He laughs, “Yeah but it was really sudden. Like if she were to even think something bad she’d freak out and start to cry.” “I think that’s what one calls a mental illness.” Charlie says, a small laugh threatening to leave her lips.

“Robots don’t have mental illnesses Charlie,” Michael reminds her, “And if they did, I’m not really sure if they can work through their feelings by going to therapy or something.”

“Maybe she’s broken?” she offers, her eyes sweeping over the photos on the wall. There’s this one specific one that looked like it was decades old. It technically was actually, because it was taken at Henry’s high school graduation with him and a few friends whose names she didn’t know posing with bright smiles on their faces. Her mom’s in there too, smiling in the background with her friends, eyes not even glancing at the man she’d have kids with. It’s a little amusing to think about honestly.

Michael tilts his head. “Broken as in…?”

“Like,” she lets out a breath of frustration, “She told us that this ‘remnant’ thing gave her memories of her life. What if something was wrong with it? What if it makes her freak out when something goes wrong? She’s made out of code, right?” At the mention of that, Michael groans in annoyance. “How can she have blood is the question here. Where does she even get that from? She’s a robot, a robot made out of code and electricity!”

“Fuck if I know man.” Charlie sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose as she closes her eyes in aggravation, “I’m just. Wow, she seemed a lot less confusing last night.” “Heck I loved talking to her.” he says, “She sounded so… human.” She lets out a breath and spins around on her swirly chair therapeutically, “I just. Why was she even made? And why would Dad tell her that he was coming back? She’s- god he’s an idiot. You can’t bring people back to life.” Michael pauses, his lips tightening, “I mean… she is sort of alive.” She looks at him, “She’s - I don’t know what she is.” “Your dad probably knows.” he comments in a subdued voice. “But we can’t tell him about the fact that we woke up his grief human robot and then told her that we’d come see her again when we were supposed to be stargazing safely in the woods and not exploring abandoned buildings that probably has like, 700 different safety hazards.” “I don’t want to turn her off.” “Wouldn’t it be nicer if we did?” he asks, “I mean, she can’t really live normally.” He hears a door open down the hallway and he glances back. He makes short eye-contact with his father, dark circles and messy hair, before swiftly turning back to Charlie with a look that said ‘hurry up this conversation’. She looks behind him, catching William’s retreating figure enter the bathroom and sighs.

“First we have to find out why she is alive in the first place.” Charlie laments, “And it has something to do… with that remnant.” “And we have no idea what ‘remnant’ is in the first place.” he groans, burying his head in his hands. “All of our answers are at the college and we can’t keep going there. Your dad barely even let us last time.”

She rests her head on the table.

“I hate this.” ~

When William pulls both of them into the unused office room, he has this strange glint in his eyes that makes both of them miles more uncomfortable than it should be. He even asked politely which wasn’t in character for him at all. He’s wearing a suit again though which gave them the small comfort of familiarity.

They sit down on the opposite end of the wooden desk and it feels comically familiar to every time they’d been sent to the principal's office in elementary school. Or that time Charlie had offered to be moral support to Jessica on her first job interview. Both of these instances were truly one of the worst experiences of their life.

William looks at them in interest like he had never seen them before. As if they were completely different people in his eyes. They gulp nervously, hands intertwining under the table like they always did when they were in trouble together (although they weren’t exactly sure if they were in trouble yet). 

“Charlotte,” he says suddenly, looking towards her. She smiles awkwardly cursing the fates for giving her the attention of the world’s most intimidating man.

“Hi.” she greets, waving her hand. “Uncle William.” she adds quickly. “Hi Uncle William.”

He beams like a switch had flipped in his head and had turned on his charisma levels. “When did you wake up this morning?”

“Um, I don’t. Really remember?” she tells him. “Around 5 or 5:30.”

“You’ve been up for quite a while.” “I’m not a deep sleeper.” Charlie offers, not knowing what else to say to that, “Couldn’t really sleep much either way.”

“That’s a shame,” he says, but she guesses that he couldn't care less. Then he leans forward with this weird shine in his eye like he always did when he sees opportunities in something. “I couldn’t help but overhear a part of your conversation this morning.” Michael and Charlie glance at each other. Oh, we’re fucking screwed.

They don’t really remember most of the conversation looking back, but somehow they walk out with a secret deal and are now in the car with an uncharacteristically smiley William driving to the old abandoned house that they used to live in 17 years ago. Michael and Charlie exchange panicked looks the entire way there, internally freaking out in every possible way. Something about remnant, robots and tragic incidents all seemed to somehow fit into this annoying situation they’ve found themselves in and they’d really rather not involve themselves more than they’d already had but it seems like they didn’t exactly have a choice.

William brings them down into the basement (they didn’t even know they had a basement) of the house, turning on lamps that really shouldn’t be working and uncovering piles of somethings from under dirty old sheets of fabric. The work environment would be terrible if he was trying to make them actually do things in here. 

There's a multitude of random half-finished robots, drawings of animals and characters supposedly drawn by Henry, and, what took up the most attention, was the random fucking metal sketelon thing that William pulled out of an inconspicuous closet in the corner of the room.

Literally skeletons in a closet.

“Is that -?” Michael starts but William doesn’t let him finish. “It’s sort of an endosketelon,” he explains in a quick pace like the two words that left Michael’s mouth were already the biggest interruption the world had ever seen. “It’s the flesh of a robot.” ‘ Okay,’ Charlie thinks, ‘that’s a self-contradictory sentence.’

“He never let me touch this,” William trails with a hint of wonder in his eyes as he looked down at the flesh robot thing, “But you two… you reminded me of it again.” He beams at them and it’s not even that weird manic grin that he has normally with them. It’s not that fake business-man smile he does when he’s with the public. It’s one that’s perfectly crafted to appease people he’s known his entire life. That knew him more than business partners or parents at the pizzeria. William realized a while ago that none of the expressions he’d practised back in high school worked on Henry and Charlotte and especially not on Michael. William had noticed a lot of things about the people he’s spent the important period of his life with. He did kind of need to to cover up the whole murder thing.

Charlie and Michael’s friendship is just as infuriatingly strong as Henry and Samantha’s was. It has the same understanding, the same amount of memories, they have the same mannerisms and Charlotte wears the same smile that Henry had for Samantha when she looks at Michael. On paper this was sweet. To William, it made his heart burn with annoyance. Anything that reminded him of Samantha was a reminder that he was a bad person. A horrible, dastardly being. Not because he didn’t know that, deep inside his heart, but because he had convinced himself many many years ago that what he did was beautiful. It was a mercy on the children he slaughtered. They didn’t have to learn the anguish of the world if their life ended before they experience it. He knew he was lying to himself but he thought that maybe if he said it enough times it would become true.

Samantha though? She loved being alive. She had been through everything the world hated her for and she still loved it. She loved loving. She loved Henry. She loved being with Clara. She loved her life, her job, her friends. Everything around her, she found a way to love it. She loved William too. And she still died. 

He doesn’t like thinking about Samantha. They were the same, but she found a way to love her world. He never did. Samantha was loveable. He was not. She had the same shitty parents that convinced her that she would never be someone worth anything and she became everything they said she wouldn’t be. William just became exactly what they predicted.

He hates being like Sam. Because Sam was proof that he was a bad person, and he didn’t want to admit that.

Michael, he hasn’t seen someone like him before, which is one of the many reasons his existence and his very personality was annoying. He hasn’t experienced it before. Michael isn’t like his mother and he isn’t like Henry and he isn’t like him. He has habits from other people that William’s never met and he has these quirks that make him so annoyingly human that it’s tiring to hate him so much. But even if it was tiring, he still feels rage burn in his chest when he looks at his face, at his smile, at his eyes. He looks like William. He has the same voice as William. Visually, he is the exact copy of him but so much better. He hates Michael because he’s better than him, and that he still was even after he killed Evan.

But he supposes he can work with the two just for a little while to finally, finally figure out what Henry had hidden from him for so long. He can feel excitement shoot up his body, his fingers tingling with anticipation as he gazes at the two teenagers with the smile he had made just for them.

He can change them; He can make them just as bad as he is.

Maybe he’ll hate a little less after that.

~

The deal was simple enough on paper. Charlie and Michael help William’s research and in turn, the pressure of deciding what to do with Sam would be off their shoulders. And he wouldn’t tell Henry about accidentally turning on the robot he left behind.

The first phase of the cooperation is named questions. They sit on the old fraying couch that split at the seams, with coffee in their hands. When William pretends, it’s easier to be nice to him. It’s easier to enjoy having conversations with him.

William stirs the spoon he got from god knows where in the cup of his black coffee, “Who did you meet that has possession of remnant?” Charlie answers first, “A robot we found at the college.” she tells him, desperate to get the load off of her chest, “And I know we weren’t supposed to go near it or anything but- but we did and we found this robot and accidentally turned it on.” “It was an accident.” Michael stresses, “Like the second we touched it just. Opened its eyes.” William’s mouth twisted, “Was the robot an animal or?” Michael and Charlie look at each other, then back at him with uneasy expressions. “You can tell me, you won’t get in trouble.” Which is weird because every time Michael’s ever told William anything it wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows.

“It sounds fake when you say it out loud.” Charlie attempts. “Like really unbelievable.” “I’ve seen a lot of unbelievable things in my life Charlotte,” he says, “Tell me.” There’s a short silence that envelops the three as she physics herself up to open her mouth again. “I - well,” she falters, trying to find the best way to explain it. “It’s my mom.” William’s eyes flash with something they don’t quite catch. Other than that he seems to be patiently waiting for the explanation from Charlie. Though the inexplicable spark of hesitancy is infuriatingly clear to him.

“Or well, she was made to be a copy of her.”

Henry’s a liar. He said he’d never go that far.

“And she has,” Charlie waves her hands around trying to turn her thoughts into words in an understandable way. “She has all these memories from when she was alive. She remembers us when we were babies and she - well, the only thing she can’t remember was who killed her.”

He’s more than grateful for that. He hates (and loves) thinking of her face the night she died. What a perfect, kind woman, dying because she was too good for her world. His world. The one they all shared together - the four of them.

It was always quite curious to his professors. The development and the evolution of his friendship with Henry and Sam. Add the way Clara seemed to hate every thing about him the first time she met him but kissed him at midnight on their first date. It was always just something that existed in the lecture halls and campus cafés. Samantha Rogers, Henry Emily, Clara Shmidt-Castro, and William Afton.

Charlie looks like Samantha. The only similarity she shares visually with Henry is his hair and eyes. Other than that, she is the carbon copy of her mother. But the way she talks, the way her charisma fades and shoots back up depending on who she was talking to, the way she smiles at people, the way she talks to children like they were all wonders of the world: That was all Henry. 

Looking at Charlie was like looking at everything he could never be. Looking at Charlie and Michael together was like looking at everything that fell from his grasp when Clara died.

He doesn’t like thinking about that either. 

“And,” Charlie continues, “Well, she’s alive. She says she’s alive at least and - I don’t know, I’ve never thought about whether sentience gives you life or not because I’ve never had to decide whether a robotic copy of my mother is considered alive or not.” she laughs, a bit erratically honestly. She talks like Henry. Acts like Henry. Loves like Henry. It’s infuriating. “I don’t know. I don’t - she… she wants to see Dad but like, she’s supposed to be dead and, I mean get why, he told her that he’d come back for and ten just… didn’t” Charlie sighs. “I guess she wants to know why maybe?”

William hums in acknowledgement, eying her with all the attention in the world. It’s as much he’d ever given her multiplied by ten. But William always seemed to find her interesting. He just stopped acknowledging her after Sammy died.

“If she’s alive then turning her off is just, essentially killing her and - God, no one wants to do that.”

There’s a spark in William’s eyes - almost like it’s amusing to think about. Depressingly, horribly, amusing. “You’ll be okay Charlotte, you’re much too young to deal with this.” But Sammy was too young to die, he reminds himself, the ghost of morality seizing his mind, so maybe Charlie was old enough to kill.

Michael is younger than Charlotte, albeit not by any more than a few weeks. He hasn’t said anything, all of his attention is on Charlie. The two think alike, he doesn’t have anything to say that Charlie wouldn’t. The way he looks at her - the way they look at each other - is so horribly similar to the way they used to look at each other. The way Henry and Sam used to be.

It’s sickening, It’s sweet. It’s a reminder of everything he took from him.

She leans back into the sofa (she was always better at speaking to him than Michael). “She likes when I call her Mom. She likes it when Michael calls her Aunt Sam. It’s like she wants to convince herself that she’s still her real self. And like, really there’s no difference except for the fact that she’s 17 years too young and that she’s a robot. A freakishly human robot.”

“How often does she wake?” he asks. “I don’t think she can turn off in the first place.” Charlie says miserably, “She wasn’t meant to turn off. She was built to be human, right?”

“That’d be annoying.” William says. “She’s not annoying.” Charlie tells him, “She’s really, really fun to talk to actually. She’s so human. Which is why I’m asking you right now, what is remnant?” And it’s kind of funny, if he’s willing to be honest, to see how Charlie’s so clearly curious and willing to learn. Because she’s sweet and kind and such a caring person. It’s funny to see her want to know so much about remnant which, really, isn’t something for sweet and kind people like her to know about. Henry shouldn’t have created it. William shouldn’t have learned about it. And he shouldn’t be teaching Charlie about it.

But he tells her, and he waches how her eyes widen, and how she moves closer to him, captivated by the story he tells her.

Michael watches him a bit more warily from afar.

He would be harder to convince.

#michael and charlie #william afton #charlie emily #charlotte emily #michael afton #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's fanfic #five nights at freddy's fanfiction #fnaf fanfic #five nights at freddy's fic #fnaf fic #fnaf fanfiction #william afton fanfic #michael afton fanfic #charlie emily fanfic

[tony-is-my-daddy]

When Peter tries to flirt

I tried writing something again. It sucks, just like everything else I create. Enjoy.

Make eye contact

They were working across from each other. Tony was making additions to his newest suit, as always. But Peter... Peter was definitely not doing what he should have been. He was basically staring a hole into the older man, not stopping even when Tony raised his eyes to look into Peter's. He couldn't read anything from the younger one's face no matter how hard he tried.

After a while, he decided to say something. He smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Not that I'm not enjoying the attention, Spiderling, but what are you doing?"

Peter's eyes widened, a blush spread over his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was quiet and stuttered so Tony can't understand anything.

Peter didn't look at Tony for the rest of the day.

Start talking, initiate a conversation

When Peter arrived to the workshop, Tony was already there and working on something. Peter took a deep breath and just went for it.

"Hi Mr. Stark," he greeted cheerfully.

"Hey Pete."

"How are you doing?"

Tony raised an eyebrow and looked at the boy. "I'm old, kid, how do you think I'm doing?"

"Um... I was just... uh how was your day?"

"So far so good. Pepper came in earlier to yell at me again but god forgive me, I wasn't listening."

Peter chuckled. "You fight a lot with Miss Potts?"

"Not that much, but she likes to call me out on my stupidity."

"Y-you're not stupid, Mr. Stark."

Tony smiled and turned back to what he was doing a minute ago. And there, the conversation lost its flow so Peter panicked. Quick, Parker, think about anything, just say something!

"Do you think aliens are real," he asked, making Tony laugh.

"Kid, I've fought against aliens with the God of thunder and a man from World War II on my side."

"Yeah, right, s-sorry."

When the conversation stopped again, Peter asked something even more dumb.

"Would you like to be buried or cremated when you die?"

Tony's eyes opened so wide and Peter was sure he went too far this time.

"Why? Do you think it's time for me to start thinking about this?"

"No," Peter shouted, almost falling out of his chair, "I'm not saying you're old or anything, I just asked something, sorry. You're in no way old, Mr. Stark, you're still a very attractive man. Not that you wouldn't be attractive even if you were older. BUT it's not like I think you're attractive or anything. I mean, you are, but I don't look at you like that... I mean I do look at you just... I-I'll go home."

The boy stood up, almost tripping over his own feet as he shrugged on his backpack and hurried out of the workshop.

"Wait, Peter," Tony called after him, but Peter didn't even listen.

Use body language

He tried his best to do what he read, turning his body towards Tony, not crossing his arms or anything. But it was hard to make it look like he intentionally turned his body towards the older man since they were yet again in front of each other. So he twisted and turned his body so it looked like he was facing another direction, but his torso was turned towards Tony. He placed his hands on the table to make sure Tony saw they were open.

When the man finally looked at him, Peter smiled and fluttered his eyelashes as flirtily as he could.

"What are you doing Pete? Are you alright?"

Peter looked over his body and saw how stupid he actually looked. He cleared his throat and straightened up, getting back into his normal position. He mumbled an apology and went back to work.

Break the touch barrier

This time, when Peter got to the workshop, he stood next to Tony on purpose. He didn't talk because after the last time he tried, he thought it would be a suicide mission.

Instead, they were just working next to each other quietly, Peter slowly inching closer to the older man and "accidentally" touching his hands when they reached for the same tools.

He ever-so-slightly moved closer and closer until their shoulders rubbed together. Tony turned his head to look at the shorter boy and Peter looked up at him as well. Their lips were so close to touching and Peter suddenly felt dizzy, just the closeness of Tony made the butterflies in his stomah rage.

"Pete, I'll need some space to work," Tony said lowly and stepped away from Peter.

He felt so embarassed again. He apologized and moved back to his place to let Tony work.

Compliment the other

When Peter arrived, Tony was trying out the new repulsor smiling widely when it succesfully worked. He looked at Peter like an excited child, "Did you see that," he asked.

"Yes, I saw it," Peter said with a grin, "You know, Mr. Stark you always amaze me with how smart you are."

"Ah, I'm flattered, kid," he joked.

"I'm serious, sir you're a genius."

Tony looked at him with slightly furrowed brows and a gentle smile on his face. "Thank you."

That's it, keep going Peter! "And you have a very nice smile too, you know."

"C'mon-"

"And your eyes are pretty as well. I- I really like your eyes. And have I told you that your hair looks amazing today? It usually looks good but today... it looks good as well."

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing, I just think I don't tell you enough how amazing you are, sir. But you are, you're truly just perfect, Mr. Stark."

Tony didn't say anything for a while and for a second, Peter thought he'd gone too far. He was about to stutter out an apology and ignore the older man like so many times before, but Tony spoke before him.

"You really think that, don't you?"

Peter looked at the man and nodded shyly. He did, of course he did. His hero, his favorite person, the love of his life was standing right there, in front of him, of course he thought Tony was perfect in every single way.

"Peter," Tony sighed, then trailed off and shook his head. "Nevermind. Let's get working, shall we?"

Later that night, when Tony was alone in his lab and sitting in a chair, he couldn't help but wonder what was Peter on about this past week. It didn't bother him until today because he just thought there was just being awkward as per usual. But he didn't usually compliment Tony, that's what caught his attention.

"FRIDAY?"

"Yes, boss?"

"You saw what Peter was doing in the past few days, right?"

"I record everything that happens in and/or around the tower, sir."

"And do you know why he was doing that?"

"Would you like me to analyze his actions and start a search?"

"Oh yeah, for sure. Thanks babygirl."

For a minute or two, there was silence in the room. Tony was still replaying the scenes in his head while he let the A.I. work. He was interrupted by FRIDAY's voice.

"I found something, boss."

"Shoot."

"I believe Peter was trying to flirt with you, sir."

Tony almost jumped out of his chair. Peter? Flirting? With him? But why, why, why would that happen? Peter was... a very attractive young man, he could've got anyone he wanted, why would he want Tony? He was an old man with so many problems and mental illnesses he could barely count them.

Tony watched as FRIDAY pulled up the link she found on the screen of his laptop that was in his lap. On the page, there were advices on how to flirt with others, most things he could recall Peter doing. Poorly, but at least he tried.

"Thanks FRIDAY," Tony sighed. God, how was he supposed to sleep now?!

Tony spent the weekend trying to digest that his mentee was indeed flirting with him, and figuring out what he should do the next time they would meet.

Which came on a Monday afternoon, when Peter came by, like on every weekday after school. This time, Peter wasn't acting weirdly like the week before. Maybe it was just for one week? Did he scare Peter away so quickly?

"Uh Pete, I think we should talk," Tony said as he wiped his oily hand on a dirty handkerchief. Peter looked up from his current project and his face immediately turned serious when he saw Tony's expression. "It's about last week." God, what was he even doing?

"Of course," Peter set down the tools in his hands.

"I know... I know you were flirting with me. Well I didn't until Friday night, but now I know and I-"

Tony was cut off by a frustrated groan. Peter buried his face in his hands, mumbling to himself to close out what Tony was saying. "Please don't be mad at me," he finally said audible for Tony as well.

"Mad? Kid, I was about to ask you out."

Peter snapped his head up, his big brown eyes sparkling like a puppy's. It was truly an adorable sight. "Are you serious?"

"I wouldn't joke about that, Peter. So what do you say, will you go on a date with me?"

"Hell yeah- I mean... yes, thank you sir."

"Save that for later, call me Tony, kid."

"Then please stop calling me kid, it really kills the mood."

Tony chuckled lowly, making the younger one smile as well. "Alright, Peter. Then it's a date."

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark #tony stark/peter parker #peter parker #iron man #spiderman #tony x peter #starker fanfic #starker fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff

[jungcity]

bane of the devil. | ii

genre: vampire!jaehyun

pairings: jaehyun x female reader

important note: the au’s i write for nct members do not, in any way, reflect them in real life. they are only my muses for my writing and an addition to enliven my fictions! ♡

“father, i must confess

i tasted the devil,

orison in my lips

with blood on his teeth,

how could he taste like

honeysuckle,

the bitter tang of revulsion,

and the carnage of war?

father, i kissed the devil

even if i should not

will you punish me

now that i see burnish gold

in his hands

instead of blood?”

— bane of the devil // ii

A nervous chuckle broke free out of your mouth by the mention of the word ‘vampire’. Agitation filled your whole body; your fingers started to shake, your heart beating in frenetic patterns inside your chest. Jaehyun laid still, all bloodied and nearly unconscious on the sofa.

“Are you crazy?” You managed to croak, the tightness in your throat making it hard for you to speak.

Perhaps the pain of his laceration made him delusional. Perhaps Johnny told him about the death of your parents. Perhaps he knows about your obsession towards vampires. Perhaps, perhaps—

“A little bit out of my mind, yes.” His chest and shoulders vibrated by the toneless chuckle his mouth released. “Crazy? No.” Jaehyun’s eyes were still closed, but a playful smile was displayed on his lips. You have no idea how could he smile despite of his situation. He must be really deranged.

“You must be in so much pain,” you sympathized. A single paper cut hurts like hell, what more when it’s a long gash in your stomach? The mere thought was enough to make you recoil in your seat. So, you tried not to dwell in Jaehyun’s pain as you continued to sew his skin back together.

“I don’t feel anything at all.” Then he sat up from the sofa and brought his forefinger to the wound. He pressed his finger down on the incision, causing his blood to gush down his jeans.

You slapped his hand away, while he chuckles as if he enjoys seeing his blood. “What the hell?!”

“See?” he sighed before leaning back on the sofa. Sinister as it was, you have decided to just ignore his remarks and focus on the needle and thread instead. But Jaehyun seemed to be having the time of his life as he pushed on yet another statement, “How I wish I could drink my own blood.”

Bony faces, sunken cheeks, withered bodies— those were what was left of your parents’ once healthy features when you saw them lying on the metal beds in the morgue, their eyes lifeless. The same image went crashing back in your mind as you heard Jaehyun’s utterance. As much as you wanted to lash out on him for being insensitive, you could not bring yourself to now that you weren’t sure whether Johnny really told him about your mother and father’s demise.

“I don’t mean to offend, but…” your teeth twiddled with your bottom lip, Jaehyun silent beside you, “Are you… mentally ill or something?”

It’s impolite to pry. But if you would sleep in a roof with a man who nonchalantly brushes off his injuries like it was just a small scratch and not a long gash, you’ve guessed you needed to know how to walk the attenuated thread that seems to bind his sanity together. You trust you brother— despite him selling your apartment without having a word with you— you’ve met some of his friends before, and you still believe that Jaehyun is not a bad person. And that you hadn’t been wrong to allow him inside the house.

“I am not,” he finally answered after minutes of being lost for words.

“Then why did you tell me that you’re a vampire?”

“Because I am.”

There was a certain rise of intonation in his words that you have a difficulty distinguishing if it was a question or a statement.

“Did Johnny order you to do this? To scare me by standing bloodied in my doorway, and to frighten me more by saying you are a vampire? Because it’s not funny.” You slammed the lid of the sewing kit shut, breathing heavily while looking at Jaehyun. Your fingers imprinted the lid with blood.

His infamous smirk was plastered on his face in a blink, displaying his dimples. He gripped the arm of the sofa then sat up, his eyes boring into yours. “First, no one orders me around. Secondly, I don’t know shit about what you’ve just said. And yes, I think you really need to be frightened because I really am a blood-sucking bastard.”

Jaehyun bared his teeth, his two fangs elongating— Before. Your. Very. Eyes. The ravaging of your heart inside your chest was unbearable. The widening of your eyes would have been enough to let your eyeballs roll off your eye sockets.

Are you going to die now? Are you going to die just like your mother and father; lifeless eyes, wasted body? Mom and Dad. They died in such a terrible way. A cruel death for two loving souls. And they were killed by a vampire— like the monster in front of you. You grabbed the sewing kit— it’s stupid, it’s hopeless but you need to stay alive— and slammed it into Jaehyun’s face.

His face turned sideways by the impact. If a different person would put his shoes on yours right now, the person would surely collapse because of fear. But you’ve anticipated this all your life— this is your purpose. To meet a vampire, to kill a vampire. However, you are still just a person; petrified of the undead.

Breathing ragged with your heart nearly collapsing, you ran for the kitchen and rummage through the drawers to find a vinegar. Before you could sprint away from him, you need to at least injure him first. The rosary standing near the altar behind the television waved at you, you grabbed it until the cross dug in your palm.

With a vinegar in one hand, and a rosary in the other, you dashed back to the living room. Where Jaehyun sat as if he was on a vacation. His arms were laying stretched out on the head of the sofa, his eyes observing you with deviltry in them.

“Begone! You monster!” You opened the lid and threw him the vinegar, the liquid splashing on his body, on the floors and some on your own shoes. The smell of it whiffing your nose, making it itch. It would scorch Jaehyun, that’s for certain.

With the rosary raised by your hand, you shut your eyes and started chanting prayers. “Our Father, Who art in heaven, Holy be Thy Name, Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on Earth—”

Then a howl. You opened your eyes and saw Jaehyun lying on the floor, he was in a fetal position while screaming. You did it! Without waiting for him to recover, you grabbed your phone and ran for the door. As you gripped the doorknob, the howl of pain echoing around the room was replaced by howls of laughters.

Jaehyun is laughing.

You turned around with narrowed brows. He was kneeling on the floors now, clutching his stomach while laughing. His shoulders continued to vibrate, his laughs enveloping the whole space.

“Why—? How?” was your breathless question.

“Damn, that was hilarious.” Then he slowly got up on his feet, a low laugh escaping from his lips even now. He took a step towards you, while you backed away from him.

His hands was raised in shoulder length in an instant, “Whoa. I’m not going to bite you,” he chuckled, then he raised a brow, “not unless you want me to.”

Every young adult romance books who has a cocky man as their main character had that line in one of their pages at least. It was enough to make you cringe just reading it in a book, but to be told the same thing in real life was like a dirt you could not wash off your body.

“Why… why aren’t you scathed?” You observe his body from head to toe, not a trace of scorched skin could be seen in his pale features. “Are you just fucking around?” An infinitesimal dismay bubbled up in your heart by the realization. You could have killed him, you could have taken vengeance for the death of your parents. Could you, truly? If you weren’t even sure about your theories, if you do not even have any idea about the face of their murderer?

“I am a vampire, babygirl.” He continued to advance to you, until your back was against the plain walls of your house, with Jaehyun’s one hand pressed to the walls beside your head. “So you better pack and move out tomorrow before I suck all the blood from your body.”

This close, you could see his lashes fanning his cheeks. They haven’t mistaken when they wrote vampires as terrifying yet beautiful creatures. Jaehyun is stunning.  All the papers plastered on your blackboard slowly came to life through him. You have primed yourself for this day, yet the weak side of being human ate you up as you stood unmoving, eyes focused on Jaehyun and Jaehyun’s face only. They were right when they said vampires were mesmerizing.

You could not move a muscle to defend yourself. With a heavy heart, you braced yourself for your end.  

“Hatred. So much hatred.” Jaehyun sniffed at you, you blinked. What is he doing? “Your blood would taste bitter on my tongue,” he stated, breath fanning your face. It smelled like cigarette, cigarette and mint. “You are so full of hate. Why?”

Then he took a step back, before running his hand through his hair. “Go.” His playful façade was back when he looked at you as if he’s going to pounce on you anytime sooner. “Lock your doors and don’t leave. Johnny told me to keep you safe, so don’t try to run. Because I will know.”

You should bolt out of the house and away from him, it’s preposterous if you won’t. Staying and sleeping in your bed should be out of the choices.

Where else would you go, though? Haechan’s? The little devil would surely squeeze the reasons out of you if ever you decide to stay the night in his house. Mark’s? He’s living with his own. He’d surely feel flustered by the thought of you sleeping in the same roof as him.

Jaehyun made it clear he would know if you do something as to try to leave the house, you do not doubt him one bit. On the other side of things, this is your chance to put your life out of misery: the misery that was inflicted by the murder of your parents.

Sometimes, we have to be a little bit crazy to accomplish something right? We have to be out of our minds to push our boundaries and ignite the bravery in our hearts.

Tonight, you’ve decided to be insane.

Tonight, you will stay.

—

A single dagger lay quietly on your bed. You sat, your legs crossed with each other as you stare at it with pure concentration. The blade reflecting your face in a blurred image. You bought it online years ago, and was hidden underneath your dresser ever since it has arrived. The design was remarkably artistic; a snake head as its pommel and hilt, and instead of a silver blade, it was onyx black.

Grief. It was the reason why you bought it in the first place. Of course, it was Johnny’s name you wrote in the information so you could buy the dagger. The grief and the yearning to find a vampire was what fueled your determined little spirit, resulting in you,  breaking the rules.

Jaehyun’s elongated fangs flashed in your sight as you stare at the dagger. Is he really a vampire? But the vinegar had no effect to his skin, not even the rosary or the prayers. Yet the fangs. How could he make those fangs longer? Perhaps he couldn’t. Perhaps it’s your disconcertment playing tricks on you.

You let your body fall into the mattress. It was like a hearkened prayer. A vampire showing in your doorstep when you least expect it. Was it why he does not appeared to be breathing? Or hurt by his wound and the sewing you’ve done to his skin? Perhaps he’s high, intoxicated, you have no idea. But you believed that even drugs would not obliterate the painful effect of your stomach being slashed open.  

If he’s truly a vampire, why didn’t he use his powers to heal himself? Being undead, and the blood they consumes from humans or animals makes it easier for them to recover from any wound. A gash like that in Jaehyun’s stomach would only compare to a small knife cut or to nothing at all.

There’s only one way to know. No, there are many ways to know the truth, you realized as you glanced at the full body mirror resting near your closet. Vampires can not cast shadows nor reflections. Especially when the mirror is backed with silver.

You pulled the chair, drafting table, and your little drawer away from behind the door. It was a horrendous idea to lock your door with your furnitures, only to pull them back again. Safety first, though.

What if he’s truly a vampire? The question drew you in a sudden halt, your hand frozen onto the doorknob. Then you realized that you have not prepared yourself to meet a real vampire after all. Concocting everything in your mind was easier because it hasn’t occurred to you— not even in your wildest imaginations— that you’d see a vampire today. In the modern world and years after the death of your parents.

As the saying goes, it’s now or never. So you turned the doorknob, and stepped outside your bedroom— your hand holding the dagger behind you.

Jaehyun sits on the sofa while he dries his hair with a towel. He was wearing Johnny’s clothes. The scent of your own shampoo lingers in the air, a proof that he had used it. You swallowed the irritation and sauntered up towards him instead. There’s a mirror hanged on the wall above the piano, you took a quick glance at it while planning ways on how to make Jaehyun stand in front of it.

“I told you to stay in your room,” he impassively voiced out, eyes not looking up at yours. When he did look up to you, your breath was snatched away. He looked fresh, and clean. His face was free of blood now, revealing his pale yet soft features and the redness of his lips. The beauty he possesses locked you up on your position.

“By the way, I’m charging money towards the person who looks at me like that,” Jaehyun stated before standing up.

You blinked, washing away your embarrassment by clearing your throat and slightly shaking your head. “I have to ask you about a few things.” Before he could answer, you’ve already spoken, “Where did you meet Johnny?”

“Casino,” was his bored response before reaching for the remote and tuning on the television.

“Casino? Why would you meet him in a casino?”

“Your brother owes me a large sum of money after gambling all of his in baccarat,” he explained. The various colors from the television illuminating his face.

“Baccarat?”

“Casino game, one you would not understand as a college girl.” He glanced at you then. “Do you have any beer stored here?”

You ignored his remarks and shook your head instead, “We don’t. I do not allow it.”

“Well, thank fuck that this is my house now.” He leaned and propped his arms on his legs, “Why don’t you buy me a bottle as a welcome gift?”

“Don’t you have a penny?” This time, you’re the one whose voice was laced with boredom.

“I won’t ask you if I have a dollar.”

“Your audacity, it’s impeccable,” was your sarcastic response. “Why did Johnny vend you the house? Our house?” You put an emphasis to the last words, trying to veer the conversation to your advantage.

Jaehyun merely looked at you from the television, “Didn’t I just answer your question? He lost all his money, he borrowed mine, and as payment, he sold me your house. Business.”

“I couldn’t believed Johnny would sell you this house without consulting me,” you exhaled. Realization was dashing against your mind. He really sold the house, the one thing your parents built with their blood and sweat.

“Yup. Me too,” he smiled impishly, “I couldn’t believe you would have enough audacity to hide a dagger behind you.” He stood up, walking towards you in a languid manner, “Baby, is that for me?” He asked, his mouth dripping sensuality; sweet as honeysuckle. “Because I would tell you now it won’t do anything.”

You concealed your shock by straightening your back and stepping backwards, the mirror inviting your line of sight. All you have to do is step back until Jaehyun’s façade is on its surface.

“Really? What about I stab you with it through your heart?”

The urge to bury the dagger in Jaehyun’s chest was like a magnet, pulling you with a force that made your hand reveal the dagger. Fascination flickered in his eyes as he took in the length of the blade.

“You’ve got good taste.”

The dagger was raised, so is his finger. In a blink, his finger was pressed on the very edge, his blood cascading down the blade. One step, one step is all it would take for the mirror to reflect his body. One step and—

And then his mouth was on yours. Unmindful of the dagger between the both of you, Jaehyun pressed on, his kiss going ferocious in every second. Your body went rigid, the slick flicker of his tongue on your lower lip electrocuting you in the most pleasurable way.

Vampires are sinisterly sensual creatures. They could lure you with their beauty, fascinate you with their eyes. It was another thing to read about it, and another to feel it yourself. A millennium old gens never lied about vampires’ ability to romance a mortal.

The mirror. You opened your eyes, the mirror on your peripheral. It was difficult to get a better view, especially when Jaehyun was still kissing you. Your body refused to pull away, so you pulled Jaehyun closer instead. In a very unobtrusive way, you slightly turned your head sideways, so you would be able to see the mirror.

Trying your hardest not to completely fall into the desire, you grabbed Jaehyun’s hair with your other hand, then turned your body. Verity slapped you right in the guts as you see Jaehyun’s back reflecting on the mirror. You pulled away, catching your breath and gripping the dagger tightly with your hand. He reflected on the mirror, he wasn’t scorched when you splashed vinegar onto his body, he repelled the prayers and the rosary. Is he the insane one? Or is it you?

Jaehyun’s lips were swollen, and you do not doubt yours looks like that too. You stared at each other for seconds, Jaehyun stupefied in front of you. He looked shocked, like he had just came out of water, and was struggling to stabilize his breath. Before anyone could utter a word, you sprinted back to your room and locked it behind you.

—

That night, you lay awake on the mattress. Sleep feels like miles away. You could not simply close your eyes and pretend that there wasn’t a potential vampire under your roof. And you’ve kissed that vampire. It feels like betrayal, a bittersweet kind of one. However, you’ve nailed it on your mind not to repeat the same stupidity again. Not if you want to take retribution for the death of your parents.

A Roland for an Oliver. Always.

One person needs to know your wrath tonight, though. That is your brother. So you dialed Johnny’s number repeatedly until he answered.

“Why did you sell the house without consulting me?” was your greeting. The ire that you’ve been keeping inside you for hours after knowing the imbecilic decision of your brother rose up in your throat, begging to be unleashed as a scream.

“Well, good evening my dear little sister,” Johnny’s smug reply. You could almost see his sarcastic face in your mind. Before you could speak and bring hell to him, he inhaled and spoke himself, “I didn’t sell the house— well, sort of. But not really. It’s a fifty-fifty negotiation.”

You stood up, your hand on your waist. “I couldn’t believe you, Johnny! Casino? What in the heck were you thinking?”

Johnny cursed from the other line, “So the dick really told you about it?” Then a deep sigh, “Whatever he told you, it’s true. I’ve lost all my money in a game of baccarat. Don’t ask about it, you would not understand,” he uttered, so fast you almost didn’t catch it. Why is everyone thinks you won’t understand that game?

“What about Mom and Dad’s fund? Did you—”

“No! I did not,” Johnny sighed, deeper than the last time. “Well, almost half of it.”

“What?!” The scream that was threatening to come out from your mouth was unleashed, at last. You were afraid the neighbors heard it. “You—! Why did you do that?” You muttered, exasperated. Your knees felt like they would give up any second now, so you grabbed the chair and sat on it while trying to soothe your raging nerves. “That’s for us, Johnny. For our future.”

“I know. It was bad luck, Y/N. I promise, I’m working hard as much as I can to earn the money we’ve lost—”

“You’ve lost,” you repeated.

“Yeah. I’ve lost. Just, let Jaehyun stay for a while. He’s got no one and nothing.”

“What do you mean no one? And nothing?”

“He’s got no family. And no money. He’d lost it at the casino.”

You raised a brow like Johnny would see it, “Johnny, do you know that—” I saw him standing on our doorway, his stomach open and gushing out blood? Sighing, you have decided not to tell Johnny about the bloodied Jaehyun you’ve seen on your doorstep. He would only worry about you, and that’s the least thing you wanted now that your brother is miles away. “Do you know that he showed me a contract saying you sold him the house as payment for the money you owed him?”

Johnny once again cursed, “He’s fucking around with you. I’ll show you the real contract, hang on.”

Then you pulled your phone away from your ear the same time Johnny sent you a message. It was a picture of the real contract. And it was stated in the paper that Jaehyun could stay as long as he wanted in your house until Johnny earned the money he owed him. You knew it. Johnny didn’t sell the house. There is just no way he would do that.

“I knew it. I know you wouldn’t sell our house without discussing it with me.”

Johnny took seconds to speak, “I’d never sell the house, Y/N. No matter what. It’s ours.”

You rolled your lip with your teeth, “Where are you now, though? Are you eating well? Are you alright?”

Your brother chuckled, “I am. Don’t worry about your big brother. Just study and keep your self healthy.”

A pensive sigh was what you answered him. You wished your parents’ funds was enough for the both of you. So, Johnny wouldn’t have to work his butt off working here and there to provide for you.

“Just… take care. Don’t do anything illegal.”

“I won’t. Anyway, I have to go now. I have tons of work to do tomorrow. Call you tomorrow night, ‘kay? Take care, you little devil.”

“Alright. You too. Bye, Johnny.”

Then the line was cut off. You plugged-in your phone’s charger and set up the alarm. Staying up late was a bad idea, especially when you didn’t even have an ounce of sleep yesterday. It was a miracle that you’ve reached midnight without falling on your feet and sleeping on the floors. Dinner also went in the back of your mind, your appetite vanishing because of the adventure you’ve gone through for the past hours.

Going out of the room was out of the choices too. Jaehyun could be sucking an animal or a person’s neck in Johnny’s room for all you know. You frustratedly sighed, your imaginations would be the ones that would kill you, not the potential vampire inside the other room.

To get your mind off things, you checked on your group chat for any messages. Mark and Haechan, as usual, was bickering. Haechan sent a picture of his middle finger above his plates. While Mark sent a picture of the blackest coffee you’ve ever seen in your whole life with a caption, ‘palpitate? I don’t know him’ which elicited a chuckle from you.

As you glanced at your own plates, discarded at the corner near the original position of your drafting table, envy for Haechan and Mark enveloped you. You could have been on the third or fourth floor plan for the five-storey residential if not for Jaehyun.

You turned off your phone and decided to take a quick shower. You badly needed one. Jaehyun’s warning could not even stop you from washing the dried blood on your hands, wrists, over and under your fingernails.

Silence welcomed you as you peek through the door, the television was turned off, which only means that Jaehyun’s already in Johnny’s room. You finally stepped out, towel and robe in your hands.

Inside the bathroom, your shampoo bottle lay discarded on the shower floors, a sign that Jaehyun has emptied the container. You groaned, and threw the container to the trashcan with a loud thump.

As the water cascaded to your hair down your body, you felt the kiss you shared with Jaehyun, jolting your eyes open. What was that? You touched your lips. So many years of indulging yourself about vampires and how to kill them, one kiss and you are slipping off your principles already. What feebleness, you mumbled while slightly slapping your cheek.

After your quick shower, you felt cleaner than ever. No trace of blood could be seen on your hands. You wrapped yourself up with the robe, then your hair with the towel.

As you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw Jaehyun drinking a glass of water. You wrapped yourself tighter as you walked past him. He raised a brow but did not say anything. You’ve guessed the discussion about his stay could be accomplish tomorrow. Since you already had been exhausted to the bones, sleep was all you wanted and not another argument.

“Hey.” Jaehyun called out.

You froze for a few seconds before turning around to face him. What is it he wants this time?

“What?”

“What’s your name?” He asked, arms crossed with his body leaning on the counter.

Oh, yes. He hadn’t inquired about your name yet.

“Y/N,” you declared.

Jaehyun stood straight then, pocketing his hands on the pockets of his sweatpants. “The kiss. It means nothing. No need to fret about it.”

You blinked. “I’m not fretting about it.”

“Yeah? Keep telling that to yourself while touching your lips as if you could still feel mine against it.”

All the blood rushed up to your cheeks, you do not doubt you looked like a tomato with eyes right now. “What are you talking about?” Did he peer through some hole while you shower? Did he use his vampire instincts to watch you bathe?

“I didn’t watch you bathe. As I’ve said, you’re not my type. Girls willingly peels off their clothes for me, I don’t need to peek at some hole to see tits and a pussy.”

An unbelievably loud gasp resonated from your mouth, your cheeks heating up again by his bold statement. How did he know your thoughts? “What do you think of yourself? A god?”

A smirk, “Yes.”

“You’re really unbelievable,” you muttered while shaking your head. Then you turned your back on him, not turning around even after hearing his salacious laugh behind you.

—

Heat continued to wrap your body until you kicked the blanket off of you. You slowly opened your eyes, the blinding rays of the sunlight jolting you awake. You needed not glance at your phone to know that you didn’t wake up on time.

Running a hand through your hair, you unplugged the charger from your phone. Several texts from Haechan and Mark were displayed on the screen.

[Already submitted your plate. :)]

[You bugbear, where are you?]

You typed in your reply for Mark, thanking him for submitting your plate for visual techniques. It was the right decision to leave it on his drafting tube. Then you sent a wacky picture to Haechan.

After not getting a reply from the two boys, you stood up and put on your slippers. The chaos of your room was an eyesore. You reminded yourself to clean and get back on planning later.

Jaehyun was nowhere in sight, he wasn’t in the living room nor at the kitchen. Perhaps he’s still sleeping. Or maybe he’s afraid of the sunlight. As you walked straight to the kitchen, you remembered the call you had with Johnny. Someone needs to explain himself today.

A lot of things whirled in your mind as you mix the coffee in your mug. First, you need to confirm whether Jaehyun is a vampire or not. What would you do if he is? Would you kill him? No, he would definitely kill you first if you ever did something as to think about assaulting him. Or maybe… maybe he could help you— on finding the vampire who killed your parents.

Your eyes widened by your realization, the spoon falling to the sink, making a loud clanking noise. Why had you not thought about it earlier? You muttered a curse before sitting. Yes, that would be it. Once you successfully vindicated his vampire nature, you could ask him to collaborate with you in finding the monster who killed your parents. However, Jaehyun looks like he’s going to be a huge pain in the ass. Men like him do not do things without gaining something from it.

“Yes, that’s right.”

You jerked in your seat as you heard Jaehyun. He entered the kitchen like it’s his own, walking straight towards the refrigerator and slamming it shut when he didn’t find what he was searching for.

“Can you not read my mind?” Your annoyed reiteration.

Jaehyun continued his rummaging through the drawers. “I don’t. Your thoughts are just all over the place. Too loud.”

You ignored his comment and focused on your goal instead. All while remembering the things you have learned about vampire’s ability to infiltrate minds and how to block them out of it. “You told me you’re a vampire.”

Jaehyun merely glanced at you, “Did I?” Then he continued his ransacking.

“Yes. Last night.”

He attempted to leave the kitchen, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Then he stood still, facing you. “Aren’t you supposed to leave my house now?”

“Oh, speaking of that, I called Johnny last night. You lied to me.” You walked straight to one of the chairs and sat on it, your spoon pointing at Jaehyun’s way. “He didn’t sell you the house. You’re supposed to live here ‘til Johnny earned back the money he owed you.” A wicked smile was displayed on your lips now.

“Whatever. I better not see you again today.”

“This is my house!” You stood up from your seat, the coffee spilling as your hips collided with the table.

“Not anymore. Get out.”

“No.”

“Get out.”

You straightened your back, “What would you do, then?” Knowing that you are walking through a thin thread, still, you pushed on. “Bite my neck and suck my blood?”

Jaehyun huff out a breath, “You’re delusional.”

“You’re in denial.”

It took him two strides to face you, “Shut up.”

“Why? Did it surprise you that you revealed your true nature to a mortal? Mere minutes after meeting her?” You gathered all your willpower to smirk.

“I did not reveal you anything.” He said through gritted teeth.

You have never felt so powerful until you saw Jaehyun’s face right now. “You did. You told me—”

He turned his back towards you and left the kitchen. But your spirit has risen up, your being refractory oozing out of you. You followed Jaehyun to the living room, your hand grabbing his shirt.

Jaehyun jerked your arm away, his face ruddy from irritation when he faced you. “I didn’t tell you shit.”

“If you really didn’t, show me your wound then.” You waved your hand to where his wound was located in his stomach. “The wound that I’ve stitched up last night.”

He seemed appalled, but he quickly recovered, tuning in his smug face at the stroke. “Sorry, but my abs isn’t available at the moment. Try again next time, sweet.”

“Why don’t you just show me?” You voiced out, irritated. Jaehyun sighed and turned his back on you for the second time, but you didn’t budge as you pulled his shirt again. He tried to jerk your hand off of him but you held on.

“Let go!” He continued to wrench his shirt from your grip, the force of his hand pulling you towards the living room with him.

“Show me!”

“Damn it, Y/N! Let go!”

Jaehyun, for the last time, tugged his shirt from your hands, the force pulling you on your knees. Now you knelt face to face with his crotch, but you ignored your awkward position as you held his shirt again, then you caught a glimpse of the wound. It was a wound no more, but a faint scar instead—

“I knew it—!”

“Good mornin—! Oh shit! Oh my God! Y/N!”

You froze as you heard Mark’s shoutings, followed by Haechan’s remarks.

“Hotdog for breakfast, really, Y/N?”

You struggled on your feet, nearly tumbling again as your toe hit the foot of the coffee table. Swallowing the pulsating pain, you fixed yourself and faced your friends.

“It’s not what you think it is—”

“I told her to wait but she’s a spunky little thing, even begging and crawling for it.”

You’ve witnessed as Mark’s mouth formed a big ‘o’, his eyes nearly falling off their sockets. Haechan, beside Mark, only looked at you as if he was already tucking the information at the very back of his mind to blackmail you in the future.  

“Don’t listen to him. He’s crazy.” You tried to smile despite the embarrassment. “Johnny asked me to take care of him for awhile.”

“Yeah, sure.” Haechan snickered.

You widened your eyes at him then turned it towards Jaehyun, a forced friendly smile painted on your lips. “Just… I know this is hard for you. But stay in your room, okay? I’ll give you milk later. Be a good boy, hmm?”

You saw the irritation in his face, causing you to swallow the chuckle that was threatening to come out off you. For the last time, Jaehyun looked at you with daggers in his eyes before sauntering up to Johnny’s room.

“What was that?” Mark asked, his eyes watching Jaehyun disappear to the other room.

“Johnny’s friend. He’s been on a traumatic past, made him childlike. It’s a pity, really—”

Haechan cut your sentence off by screaming, “Y/N, what the fuck is this?! Blood?!”

Both you and Mark followed Haechan’s sight. Sweat automatically formed in your forehead as you saw Jaehyun’s blood on the sofa, almost black in color because of its dryness.

“Oh! It’s— That’s— ignore that! That’s from Jaehyun’s wound. He cut himself last night— and yes, have you had your coffee yet? Come, let’s have breakfast!” A nervous chortle was elicited from you, then.

Haechan and Mark exchanged glances before sitting on the ottomans.

“No, it’s okay Y/N. We really just came by to check up on you,” Mark declared, his palms on his knees.

Haechan, on the other side, glanced at the blood before looking at you. “Are you alright?”

A spontaneous nod, “Of course. I am!”

“He’s not giving you any troubles, is he?” Mark dug in. You shook your head. Lies. Trouble has been the first thing Jaehyun led on your doors the moment you invited him in. “Since when did he arrive?”

“Last week,” was your terse reply. “Anyways, highways, why are you here?”

Haechan kept looking at the blood, so you rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a clean rug to cover it. Only when it was covered did he answer you.

“We had a notion that maybe you’re sick,” Haechan stated. “And you told us last week Johnny’s away. Besides we don’t have any more classes so we decided to visit,” he added.

“Thank you. But I am not sick. Just woke up really late.”

After talking about your plates, and the reminders two of your professors discussed, Haechan and Mark already bid their goodbyes, no doubt to play computer games. They did not ask about Jaehyun nor the blood on the sofa any further. Instead, they’d asked you numerous times whether you were really okay before making their way out. You answered them both with a slight pat on their backs, reassuring them that all is well even if you weren’t sure of it yourself.

Jaehyun was already sitting on the sofa when you got back inside, his eyes unfathomable as he took in your presence. Suddenly, you remembered his wound, and the scar that was left of it in a span of hours.

“Shall we go back to business?” He raised his brow, an impish smile imprinted on his luscious lips. At your confused look, he attempted to untie the string of his sweatpants, resulting in you, grabbing the pillow and throwing it his way.

“Gross!” You grunted.

“C’mon. Acting all shy now? Where’s the energy from earlier? I like that version of you better.” Then a wink.

You felt the veins of your temple tick. “You’re disgusting.”

“Disgustingly hot?”

“Go to hell, Jaehyun.”

“Working on it.”

Inhale, exhale, was your continuous chant in your mind as you tried to calm your nerves. After a minute of closing your eyes and breathing heavily, you finally had enough sanity to talk to the mad man sitting on your sofa.

“You’re really a vampire.”

Jaehyun let his head fall back, his eyes closed. “I am not,” was his worn out reply.

“How would you explain your wound, then? That’s completely healed not even twenty-four hours after I’ve put it back together?”

“Y/N, don’t you know that I’m God’s favorite? That’s why I heal easily.”

“Will you stop fucking around and confirm it to me instead?” you exhaled. “You’ve already revealed yourself, Jaehyun. And if you don’t want to wake up with the whole world salivating to put a stake through your heart tomorrow, you will listen to me.”

Jaehyun looked affronted, as he furrowed his brows before opening an eye. “Was that supposed to make me shit my pants?”

You sighed, deeper than a well. One minute of talking to Jaehyun and you felt yourself going insane already. “Listen, Jaehyun—”

“Why are you so eager to know whether I am truly a vampire? A normal person would’ve knelt and begged for mercy in front of me if they’d so much as see my fangs.” He sat up straight then, regarding you with interest.

“I am not afraid of your kind.”

Jaehyun chortled, “Says the girl who literally poured vinegar on me while chanting prayers.”

“Speaking of that, how did you repel those? Those are the bane of every vampire’s existence.” You, no doubt, believe your eyes looks like they are twinkling right now.

“You don’t know enough about vampires, then.”

Your years of determined study about the lore of vampires denied Jaehyun’s insult like an instinct. “Or maybe, you are a peculiar vampire,” you reiterated.

“Didn’t admit I was a vampire, did I?”

The conversation was getting exhausting now. You feel as if running and chasing Jaehyun in an endless path that leads to nothing. Vulnerability had a hard time reflecting itself to you, but you feel like you could only reach for the answers to the questions that were circulating your parents’ deaths for years if you showed it to Jaehyun.

“Our parents died years ago.” You tried your hardest not to look at Jaehyun as you started speaking. “They said… it’s a hopeless case. The police, the detectives, and even Johnny already gave up on it. But I refused to do the same.” You cleared your throat. “My parents had two bites on each of their necks. Yes, it could’ve passed as a snake’s bite. But the two of them? A snake bite on their necks? And since when did snakes leave their victim’s body looking withered as a dead plant?” With that, you looked up to Jaehyun.

His eyes were fixed on you, devoid of any emotions. “When did it happen?”

A slight hope ignited in your heart by his question that you answered right after the words tumbled out of his lips. “Ten years ago.”

He sighed before standing up on his feet. “When they said it was a hopeless case, it really was Y/N.”

Boulders on your shoulders, that was what his words felt like. The earth and the heavens felt like closing in on you.

Jaehyun started to walk away. Ice seems to envelope all your hopes. The impact of it was different, as it came from a vampire itself. You looked up to stop the tears that were threatening to roll down your cheeks, but a traitorous tear slid down the side of your one eye, your lips shaking. You wiped it off, as harshly as you could before standing up and sprinting to your own room, the frames rattling by how forceful you shut the door closed.

—

For hours, you sat on your bed, your mind drifting off to nowhere. You refused to cry, it wouldn’t make any difference. The blackboard who has all the articles from newspapers, books, internet news magnetized your line of sight. You stood up, and walked towards it.

As you ran your hands through the crumpled papers, the image of your parents flashed in your mind. You shut your eyes closed, then the tears finally slid down.

“Mom, Dad, I’m sorry.” Your body shook, your shoulders continued to vibrate as you cried. It’s been a while since you let yourself fall. Forcing you to think that the pain of your parents’ deaths has already left. But no, it does not. Time only made it worse.

A scream resonated from your mouth as you let the pain coaxed you. You gripped the papers attached to the blackboard, and wrenched them with enough force to graze your knuckles on the hard surface, the thumbtacks scratching your fingers. Slowly, your body fell to the floors, the coldness of it biting your soles. You hugged your knees as tears continued to come out of your eyes.

Then you heard a knock.

You slowly got up on your feet. Bloodshot eyes greeted you when you looked at your reflection on the mirror. You hastily wiped your cheeks and fixed your hair before sauntering up to the door.

Jaehyun’s façade loomed over the other side.

“What?” You never meant to make the words come out vexed. But Jaehyun displayed a look of hesitation, making you uncomfortable. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“I might have a solution to your problem.”

Your gripped on the doorknob tightened, your chest constricting. “What… what do you mean?

“I meant… I might’ve a solution to the death of your parents.”

“Really?!” You held his shoulders and shook him.

“Yeah. But before anything else, I need a beer.”

After Jaehyun’s revelation, you fixed yourself and dashed for the nearest convenience store, grabbing his preferred brand of beer and filling your cart with it. You needed to be tight on your expenses after you saw the receipt, but you have no time to care one bit now that you feel elevated more than ever.

When you arrived home, Jaehyun quickly opened the bottle with his hands, while you refrigerate the others. You dashed for the living room after putting all the bottles inside.

“So, what now?” You asked like a little puppy while Jaehyun chugged down his beer.

“I’ll help you in one condition.”

Of course, there’s a condition. Thankfully, you’ve anticipated Jaehyun to be the kind of man that it didn’t surprise you anymore.

“Anything.”

“I’ll live here as long as I want. My clothes, cigs, beers— that’s all on you.” He pointed his finger at you, while holding the bottle in the same hand.

“Don’t you have any cash with you?” You tried to look kind as much as you can. Yet Jaehyun still raised a brow as a no.

“Blame the casino,” he added.

As you reckon his conditions, you grimaced privately. What would you tell Johnny if you started spending your funds? Or when you started asking for money all of a sudden?

“Alright. All your expenses, on me.” You smiled, teeth flashing while pointing at your self.

“I want my own room.”

“I will clean the storage—”

“Your parents’ room.”

With that, you stopped speaking, stopped breathing. “No.”

Jaehyun’s lips turned sideways, “Then the deal is off.” He turned to leave but you grabbed his wrist.

“Wait, alright. Alright. You could sleep there tonight. I will talk to Johnny.”

Jaehyun sat up again, a triumphant smile plastered on his lips. “Nice.”

“How did you know it was my parents’?”

The room was always locked, not when you clean it every once a week. You need not ponder how Jaehyun knew it was your parents, his vampire instincts surely told him. The room was bigger than any of the rooms inside the house, with big curtains making it cozy. There’s no doubt Jaehyun wanted it to be his just by that feature.

“Do I need to answer that?”

You shook your head. “So, how do we find my parents’ murderer?”

Jaehyun took a swig off his bottle before speaking, “Are you certain it’s a vampire?”

You didn’t answer. Instead dashed back to your own room to delve the box tucked underneath your dresser along with the dagger. In it was the picture of your parents in their withered state, the camera captured a shot of their neck, revealing the two bites each of them had. You hurriedly went back to the living room and revealed Jaehyun the pictures.

He took it with oddity, his mouth formed in a tight line. “Vampires. No doubt.”

After all these years, it was confirmed at last. You wanted to shout, but that isn’t pleasant for a time such as this. “I knew it,” you breathily stated.

Jaehyun shuffled the picture in his hands, “Some vampires has a peculiar way of killing their preys. However, the way your parents’ were murdered was no special. This is how the majority of the vampires kills.”

You leaned closer to see the picture yourself, but in a spur of moment felt embarrassed as you remember the kiss you shared, so you shifted away from him. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Yes. This gave us no clue as to who might be behind this.”

You feel your hopes shattering again. Jaehyun’s next words smashing it to smithereens.

“Vampires are all around Europe, and I do not doubt this town have several vampire clans too.” He continued, “But I know someone who could possibly identify the vampire behind this.” He waved the pictures in front of you, his mouth putting an emphasis to the word ‘possibly’. Your hope rose up in your chest again, despite the reluctance to his statement.

“What are we waiting for, then? Let’s go!” You stood up, ready to go at any given moment.

“Don’t be so excited, Y/N. He’s not a pleasant view to look at.” Then Jaehyun took one last swig on his bottle before laying it on the table with a thud.

“Anything, anyone, Jaehyun. For my parents.”

Jaehyun shrugged, “Tonight, then.”

“Where do we go?”

“Cemetery.”

—

The sky was pitch black that night, no trace of twinkling white lights could be seen in the heavens. You held your jacket tighter to your body, the howling winds with heavy mists slapping on your face, hazing your skin with little droplets of water.

The cemetery’s entrance loomed over you, the letters in the metal bars embossed with an eerily looking font. You gulped, it’s sinister façade making the hairs on your neck prickle.

“Can’t we go back tomorrow morning?” You pursed your lips after asking. Jaehyun’s eyes was fixed on the name of the cemetery above you. Eternal Rest Cemetery.

“We won’t be able to meet Hubert in daylight,” he explained.

On the way to the cemetery, Jaehyun had given you little informations about the person you would meet tonight. His name is Hubert, Eternal Rest Cemetery’s gravedigger. He didn’t tell you how had he met him, or what does he looked like other than ‘creepy’.

“Why? Isn’t daylight more fitting for meetings such as this one?” You continued to babble as you entered the vicinity. Trying your hardest not to grip Jaehyun’s arms, you unobtrusively walked closer to him instead.  

“I told you, we couldn’t meet him in daylight. And I am not bestfriends with the sun, Y/N.” Jaehyun is clothed with a black shirt, paired with one of Johnny’s sweatpants again, since you haven’t bought him his own yet.

“Why? Aren’t you immune?” You glanced at the several tombstone, waiting for some ghost to show up and grabbed you with them underground. If this scene was accompanied by a smoke, and sinisterly white lights, it could pass as a horror movie already.

The wet tombstone was glinting against the moonlight, muds covering the green grass, leaving it mixed up with brown and green colors.

“How could you keep too many questions in that pretty mouth of yours?” Jaehyun asked, snapping his head at you.

You drew into a sudden halt, flustered by his question. Against the night, Jaehyun looked ashen if not for the redness of his lips, his face was giving off a chalky visage. He looked more vampiric now ever since you saw him.

When you didn’t answer, Jaehyun started to walk again, with you trailing behind him, mindful of the tombstones watching as you passed by.

In front of the rustic metal bars, Jaehyun halted. You stood behind him, observing the size of the space where the gravedigger must have been staying. Jaehyun rattled the bars again, the rust cascading down the grass.

You start as you saw someone penetrated the metal bars. Jaehyun shifted on his position, giving you a better view at the person— or an entity— in front of him. In an instant, you were reminded by the ghosts in Lord of the Rings. Hubert looks like a green smoke, but his whole façade is intact, no missing flesh nor eyes. He is tall, clad in suit like it came from Victorian era. Now you understand why Jaehyun insisted to meet him in night time. A ghosts could not be seen in daylight.

“Hubert! My friend, do you remember me? Of course, you do! Even ghosts wouldn’t forget this face.”

Hubert brushed him off with a stare before nodding his head your way.

Jaehyun waved his hand towards you, “This is Y/N. My friend. She needs something from you.”

Hubert looked at Jaehyun meaningfully, it was like a code you have no chance to decipher. After that, Jaehyun whispered something to him, but the ghosts shook his head.

Jaehyun glanced your way, his face abstruse. Then he held your shoulder, guiding you away from Hubert who remained standing on his spot.

“I forgot to tell you something.” Jaehyun released a curse. “Hubert, he has no tongue.”

You couldn’t help but to release a curse yourself, “What?!”

“If the crime happened in a cemetery, he would surely know the vampire who killed your parents.” Jaehyun took a quick glance at Hubert, “Usually, he would write it down on a paper. But something befell him, with the involvement of dark magic. I could smell it from him, Y/N. He is enchanted.”

This time, it’s you who peeked at Hubert’s tall frame. “I… I don’t know where my parents really died.”

“A higher chance that they were killed here, then.” Jaehyun licked his lips, “Trust me. Vampires around this town usually slays their prey in cemeteries.”

It was a gnawing suspicion at you, the real location where your parents had died. The policemen said it was likely that they were dumped into the crime scene, since their body hadn’t made a pattern on the earth yet. It was distinctly possible that they were killed in a cemetery.

“How could we make him talk?” You bit on your lower lip.

Jaehyun’s eyes lingered on your lips for a few seconds before he answered. “He wants you to offer him your own tongue.”

You were thrown off balance by his statement, your words coming out as a loud baffled gasp, you were afraid you would wake up the whole cemetery. “My what?!”  

“So he could talk,” Jaehyun explained like he was talking about the strands of your hair instead of your tongue.

You felt your tongue before speaking, “Is there any other way?”

If cutting your tongue out of your mouth was the only way to identify your parents’ murderer, you’d gladly do it. But you at least need to try for different alternatives, since your tongue is a crucial part for your mission.

“Yes,” Jaehyun answered, he held his finger to quiet you down when you attempted to speak. “We would need to hunt for a witch to enchant him. But I’m telling you now it’s gonna be a lot of work. Witches has already learned how to be cunning and inconspicuous ever since Salem.”

The Salem Witch Trials. You’ve encountered it when you first started reading about vampires. It was a series of prosecutions for people suspected of witchcraft between February 1692 to May 1693 in Massachusetts. Thirty were found guilty, nineteen of them had met the infamous Gallow Hills to die by hanging.

“How did you know all this?”

“It was my on the job training before I completely transformed into a vampire.” Jaehyun declared. You would have nodded since you didn’t know that information when he started to laugh. “Just kidding.”

“Then… do you know any witch that might be in this town?” Your voice was calm and toned down now, not sure if it’s because of your location or the lingering feeling that Jaehyun might think of you as a coward for refusing to lacerate your tongue.

He wiped the sides of his mouth with his fingers, “Yes. I know one. But I don’t think she’s going to see me.”

“Then I’ll talk to her.”

Jaehyun took in your expression and the determination in your face before nodding, “Alright.” Then he turned his head back to Hubert, who has disappeared to his small space behind the metal bars. Jaehyun tried to call for him, but the ghost did not appear again.

“He could be really annoying sometimes.” Jaehyun shrugged.

—

The following days, you tried to get back on your normal life by starting off your plates and pretending as if you hadn’t just met a vampire in your doorstep, and that you didn’t make a deal with that vampire to find your parents’ murderer, and that you hadn’t gone into a cemetery in the middle of the night to talk to some tongueless ghost that might be holding the key to your life’s biggest mystery.

Exhausting, yes. But fulfilling nonetheless. Johnny had no idea about your endeavors, and you do not plan to tell him anytime sooner. You’ve also warned Jaehyun not to mention anything to your brother, which was only answered with a deadpanned expression and ‘I don’t have a phone’ statement.

Jaehyun had his own adventures at night, only returning before the dawn breaks. You did not ask about his business, but you’ve been seeing droplets of blood on his shirt every now and then. The humane part of you wanted to banish him, for threatening the life of other people, but you also didn’t want to offend him. You could not afford him bailing out of your deal.

One night, though, you had no chance to stop yourself when you noticed blood on his shirt.

“Do you kill people, Jaehyun?”

The answer could be no, since there were no news about people being murdered the same way your parents had been.

“Why do you care?” He sounded irritated that you shut your mouth for a moment before pressing on.

“How does their blood tastes like?”

He snapped his head at you, baring his fangs. “Care to offer me your neck so I could answer your question?” With that, he slammed the refrigerator door shut, and stormed out of the kitchen with beer in hand.

You watched as his back disappeared from your sight, his statement leaving puzzles in your mind.

Then you remember a fact about vampires from your books. Yes, they need human blood to sustain themselves. But that does not prohibit them from drinking the blood of other living creatures. Doing so would satisfy their thirst, but it won’t provide them the same power as human blood. Jaehyun’s wound didn’t heal according to his ability to cure himself faster than any being because a continuous doze of animal blood would render their powers weaker.

Which only means that Jaehyun does not drink human blood. A swell of pride bloomed in your heart by the realization. Perhaps he is a vampire, but he isn’t monstrous.

“Here.”

You looked up to Jaehyun, who slammed a paper on your drafting table.

You ignored it. “Can you please knock before barging in my room?”

“Look at what I’ve got.” He ignored your annoyance and motioned his hand on the paper. Only then you took a glance at it. It was an invitation. “Invitation for Madame Juana’s party.”

You stood up from your seat, eyes twinkling. “Isn’t she the witch?!”

The golden print of the invitation was exquisitely inviting that you grabbed and ran your fingers through it. You could not believe Jaehyun got the invitations.

“Yes. It is a formal party, Y/N. We need clothes, especially me.”

“What are you waiting for? Get dressed! We’re going shopping!” You giggled before pressing the invitation between your planning and design’s book.

Two hours before the malls starts to close. You quickly changed and met Jaehyun outside the house. This time, he was wearing a white shirt paired with cargo pants, one you bought him. His dog tag making him hotter than he already is.

You tried not to focus on him as you got on the bus. Jaehyun sat beside you, while you sat near the window. Then the memory of the bus you rode in weeks ago suddenly drawing to a halt went crashing back in your mind.

“Jaehyun… weeks ago. Did you… cross the streets all of a sudden?” You decided to ask. It doesn’t change anything, you were just curious since there’s a high chance he was the one who crossed the street that night, fast as a lightning.

“Yes,” was his uninterested reply. You nodded and didn’t press any further. But when you shifted to look at the view outside the vehicle, Jaehyun spoke. “Were you hurt?”

He didn’t ask how did you know. It was obvious that you were inside that bus. Slightly perplexed by his question, you shook your head. “No.”

“Did I hurt anyone?” His eyes were fixed forward, not bothering to glimpse at you.

“No. You did not.”

“We’re here,” he announced before the bus halted in front of the mall.

—

“Jaehyun, could you please slow down?” You hissed while tugging your too-tight dress further down you knees.

Jaehyun was walking ahead of you as if he was being chased by a wild cat. The painful feeling of your heels against your soles flaming your agitation. Madame Juana’s party was a formal one. And it’s not as if you could not walk with heels, you could perfectly do that even if you put a book on the top of your head. But Jaehyun’s strides makes it harder for you to do so.

The stygian corridors of Madame Juana’s mansion makes it harder for you to navigate with your too-tight dress and dangerously thin red bottoms. What literally came into her mind to decide not to put lightbulbs in her corridor? Your question was answered when you saw the light from the hall infiltrating through the open curtains at the end of the corridor. A touch of anticipation.

Jaehyun held up his hand at you when you’ve finally reached him.

“Hurry! It’s starting!” His breath fanned your cheeks as you entered the party, making you blush all of a sudden. He was clad in a simple black suit, which took a huge amount from your allowance. Despite that, he towered most of the men in the hall once you entered.

Jaehyun is simply ravishing.

Eyes from both women and men bore into his façade as you walked through the throngs of guests. Some whispering about his vampire nature, and some giggling by how good he looks like. It made you realized that this party wasn’t meant for mortals.

The orchestra was playing a forlorn music from the other side of the made platform, unfitting for a party such as this one.

“Madame Juana’s mortal husband died.” Jaehyun whispered all of a sudden, an explanation for the question you’ve asked only to yourself.

“Why is she throwing a party then?”

“Because she’s happy. She’s collected a number of rich husbands in the span of her life, Y/N.” He leaned closer, his minty breath whiffing your nose again.

You cleared your throat, trying to make your voice little. “How old is she?”

A waitress passed by, offering you a margarita. You gladly took one with a nod of thanks.

“Five hundred years old.”

You almost spat your drinks, eyes widening. “Five hundred years old?”

Jaehyun only nodded. The music halted, magnetizing your focus on the woman at the top of the stairs. She was clad in the finest silk, her skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood. If you didn’t know that she was a witch, you would think of her as a vampire.

“Don’t say that to her face later,” Jaehyun warned before clapping his hands.

You ignored his enraging ways to read your mind and started to clap your hands together. Madame Juana started to descend the stairs, her silk gown moving like ocean waves. She does not look like a five-hundred year old witch. Rather, she only looked like a few years older than you.

One of the waitresses handed her a mic, you were mesmerized by how her lips moved as she welcomed everyone who has attended his late husband’s first month death anniversary.

After her warm reception, the forlorn music became jovial. The guests started to chatter in loud voices, while Madame Juana greeted each of her visitor.

Jaehyun stood still beside you, watching the Madame like a predator… or a prey. And as if Madame Juana felt Jaehyun staring at her, her eyes suddenly shifted towards the both of you. You start in your position, feeling as if your muscles are strained. The Madame raised her hand, which is holding a glass of red wine, towards you. Jaehyun imitated her actions, and you have no other choice but to join them as they toss their glasses to the air.

You sipped on your drinks, the same time the music shuffled and then all you could hear was the Waltz of the Flower by Pyotr Tchaikovsky. Most of the guests gathered between the hall, and they started to dance. You know the piece yourself. Your mother loved it so much, teaching you how to slow dance with it when you were little.

Awestruck by the pairs of dancing bodies on the dance floor, you did not notice Jaehyun stretching out his hand to you until you blinked out of oblivion and saw him watching you with a small smile painted on his lips.

“Will you give me the pleasure to dance with you, milady?”

A hearty chuckle resonated from your throat before taking Jaehyun’s hand. He guided you towards the dance floor, securing you with his hands.

“I am not good at dancing,” you warned him with a chuckle.

Jaehyun laughed, “Let’s fall together then.”

Eyes locked with Jaehyun, you let yourself leave your worries behind for a while. You stepped on Jaehyun’s feet every now and then, but he only brushed it off with a chuckle. After a few minutes on the dance floor, you regained your footing along with the memories of the steps your mother taught you. Jaehyun spun you around with an ease of a professional.

The chandeliers painted Jaehyun’s face with a light that wasn’t meant for a creature such as him; it made him more human, more real. His dashing aura blinding you, together with his smile. All of a sudden, you forgot the bloodied man in your front porch weeks ago, replaced by a new Jaehyun. It felt like it was the first time you were seeing him.

You chuckled. Both of your laughters mixing with the music, pulling you into bliss. You hadn’t noticed when most of the guests drew into a halt, leaving a few pairs together with you and Jaehyun on the dance floor.

The both of you were catching your breaths when the music stopped, the claps of the visitors making you smile.

“Kiss! Kiss!”

Your smile was easily replaced by a flustered expression when the visitors started to chant. Jaehyun mischievously glanced at you, deepening the redness of your cheeks.

“Kiss! Kiss!”

All the chants were muffled as Jaehyun grabbed the back of your head. Your eyes widened, muscles frozen. You closed your eyes and waited for his lips to touch yours, but nothing came.

Someone cleared her throat. You opened your eyes and saw Madame Juana walking towards you. She smiled, pearlescent white teeth flashing.

“Nice to see you here, Y/N.” Then she gave you a peck on the cheek before turning her eyes to Jaehyun. Her smile quickly dropped to a frown as she took in his aura. “And you. Jung Jaehyun.”

Her smile returned when she looked at you again, “Come. Let’s talk about your parents.”

Madame Juana led you through a corridor across the entrance you walked in earlier. Unlike the other one, the corridor was flashing with lights, almost blinding you. She opened the door at the end of it. Stacks of books and bookshelves filled your sight as you blinked and refocused your eyes.

“As you can see, I have too many visitors to entertain tonight. Talk.” She waved her fingers languidly as Jaehyun closed the door behind him.

“We need your help to enchant a tongueless gravedigger,” you started.

Madame Juana sat, her eyes looking straight at yours. “I’ll help you.”

Your happiness swelled up as you didn’t expect her to easily cooperate.

“In one condition.” She propped her chin onto her palm.

“Anything!” You took a step towards her, laying your palms on the top of her table. Jaehyun followed and stood beside you.

“Kill Alena for me.”

Jaehyun tensed, his mouth formed in a thin line. “You are insane.”

You widened your eyes at him in warning and turned your head towards Madame Juana instead. “Who is this Alena?”

When she attempted to speak, Jaehyun cut her off, providing you the answers himself. “She’s the head of the Detritius clan of vampires.”

You shot Juana a look. “What makes you think I could kill her?” Even if driven by madness, you still could not. Right now, you doubt your skills— you doubt even your determination.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” She raised her finger towards Jaehyun to shut him up. “I’ve cursed Alena to die in the hands of a mortal. Your goal to make the gravedigger speak is fitting to my intentions. It’s a win-win situation, don’t you think? Not unless you’re ready to slash your own tongue out of your mouth.” She smiled her alluring smile.

You took a glimpse at Jaehyun. He was shaking his head at you, but this is your chance. It’s preposterous, but it is the only way. You shut your eyes for a moment and took deep breaths before facing Juana again.

Then you nodded.

“Perfect!” She clasped her hands. “Visit me again tomorrow, so we could talk about it in details. Don’t worry, I’m not sending you to war without weapons, darling.” She stood up and brought her hand to your cheek, caressing it. “Now get out. Both of you.”

You did as you were told, your heart hammering against your chest. Jaehyun did not speak to you until you’ve reached the outside of the mansion and until you grabbed his arm.

“Jaehyun—”

He sighed, “Y/N, I’m not sure about this one.”

You released a breath, “Why? Jaehyun, you can’t bail—”

“Alena… I am bound to her.” He ran his hand through his hair, his eyes suddenly seeing the ground more interesting than you.

You took a step back. His words blowing you out of proportion. “I don’t understand.”

Only then he looked up to you, his eyes reflecting something you could not decipher. “Y/N, Alena is my fiancée.”

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[sapphicmsmarvel]

JJ: Dear Sister

TW: drug abuse, mentions of depression and anxiety and mentions of sexual assault. Under the cut. 

im really proud of this one, I actually created a story! like with a plot and motive, I really like it! 

Being in the BAU and being away from your family was both a blessing and a curse, you were away from your mom and dad, your hometown and hometown friends. But the plus was, you were away from your sister. 

Your half-sister was a full on piece of shit, now she wasn’t a piece of shit because she’s an addict (which is what most people assume when you say you don’t like your sister because then they find out she’s an addict and are like “well she needs your support”). Being an addict does not make her a shitty person because you know it’s a mental illness and these people need help.

Your sister is just a piece of shit, because her personality sucks. Not because of the drugs. 

(a little author's note because I have Anxiety, addicts deserve all the help they can get and should never be put down for their mental illness. This sister just sucks, she is not a bad human being because of her being addicted to drugs. Okay continue)

You sister, Molly, used your father for his money to the point where even you had to intervene. She abandoned her kids to run off with some guy then had your dad come get her out of trouble, she has been arrested multiple times. She never takes responsibility for her actions and blames everyone else.

Part of recovery is taking responsibility and righting your wrongs. She on the other hand makes the wrongs worse by acting like a child when she is 30 years old.  

So to escape her nagging and just the horrible mental space you get in whenever she’s around, you moved out to D.C. You went to the FBI academy, went back home to celebrate (which she didn’t come to when she was invited) and then you went back to work at Quantico. 

All your anxieties about her left pretty soon after starting at your job. You knew she wouldn’t call you for help anymore considering you worked for the FBI, also met some amazing people.

Including your wonderful, beautiful girlfriend, JJ. 

JJ had just gotten divorced when she met you, she was apprehensive at the thought of dating someone so soon, especially a girl, she’s always been bi but never dated a girl. But she woman’d up and asked you out. 

Years flew by of you two dating, the kids loved you so much, JJ was shocked at how good you were with kids when to her knowledge, you were an only child. But, you felt guilt curdle in your gut for not telling her. So one night when the boys were finally in bed, you told her everything. From being the youngest, to dealing with your sister's addiction, your assault, your depression and anxiety, you told her the complete story. Every. Single. Chapter. 

She had barely seen you cry, but she saw you bawl at this. She held you and calmed you down, you explained your fear of being judged for Molly’s actions because people might think you are the same to her just because you are half-sisters. You apologized for keeping it from her for years into your relationship.

“Yes, I wish you would have told me but not because I ‘deserve’ to know everything about your past. Because you were suffering in silence, part of being girlfriends is talking about things and getting support from each other. I love you, Y/N. That’ll never change.” She explained. “Also I want to meet your family, I want to meet the strong daughters of hers and be a part of their lives just like you are a part of Henry and Michaels.” 

The next week you two scheduled a visit out there with the kids, you flew back to your home state, legs bouncing anxiously the entire time, she held your hand the whole way. 

The visit went really well, your nieces were obviously protective of you because you were their mother figure while Molly was in rehab and countless relapses. You took care of them and they were very protective over their aunt. 

But, they loved JJ and the boys, as did your entire family. 

When you two went back to work, Morgan speculated that you eloped because of how glowy and light you two seemed. JJ explained that the two of you were just happy and got a mental break to yourselves. 

Your nieces flew out to visit the next year, then JJ proposed the next week. Life was going great, until you got a call from one of Molly’s friends, “what’s wrong?” You answered, JJ looking up from the dining room table worriedly. 

“Molly is with the FBI,” she whispered as if the FBI was listening. 

Your stomach sank, “what do you mean?” 

“..I shouldn’t be telling you.” “You called me Katy!” You yelled, your father's anger coming out. “What did she do that got the FBI involved?” Your phone buzzed again which meant you were getting another call, unfortunately this one was more important. You looked to see JJ on the phone. 

Your thoughts went to the worse, Molly is at Quantico. But JJ was probably just talking to her mom. Her mom called a lot, yeah, that had to be it. 

“She was running a drug scheme and got busted as well as several felonies.” 

“Shit.” You sighed, “do you know where the bureau she’s located at is?” 

“Some place called Quantico.” 

No. No. No. No. 

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The drive to Quantico was awful and anxiety ridden, JJ held your hand as she drove, the boys were at Will’s. You were calling your dad, telling him not to tell the girls until you know more  because they lived with him. JJ explained that the phone call was Hotch saying the interrogation with your sister was happening and they wanted two of their best agents there. The buzzing during the phone call was Rossi. They didn’t know it was your sister, your last name was common, you’ve run into plenty of people in your line of work with your last name. 

But you were told that you two looked similar, and they’re all smart but you know Reid will put it together before anyone else. Hell, he probably already has. 

You pulled up to the building, there were a bunch of cop cars as well as other Agent vehicles. JJ didn’t hold your hand on the way up to where they all were, she didn’t want it to be obvious that you were in emotional turmoil. 

You met them right before the interrogation room, you looked into the window, she looked horrible. Obviously, she was using again, she had all the signs, every memory from high school came back. Seeing her so skinny and malnourished from the drugs. Her hair was lackluster, it was flat and dull in color, her skin was deathly pale and had many skin breakouts due to how shot her entire system is. 

Garcia filled all of you in everything she’s done. You already knew this though, Hotch gave you a weird look because you wouldn’t stop staring off into space (which showed your anxiety was spiraling bad). You also didn’t chime to help, you just shut down. 

Hotch moved to behind you and touched your back lightly, “can I see you for a moment?” You two slipped out without making it obvious, you were sure none of them noticed but Hotch knows you like a daughter. 

He shut the door to his office, “what’s going on, Y/N?”

You shrugged, “nothing.” 

“I know you’re lying, did you and JJ have a fight that’s distracting you? Is your mental health acting up again?”

“No, God, No. And You know if we have problems we let them go at work to get things done.” You said defensively. 

“Well, both of you are pretty closed off right now, usually you two never leave each other's sides during cases. You aren’t being attentive and aren’t chiming in. If it’s not your mental health or JJ, what is it?” 

You bit your lip nervously, “that woman in there, she’s my half-sister.” 

Well, it was clear he wasn’t expecting that, “It’s not in your file that you have siblings.” “That part was optional, I left it blank for a reason.” 

“What happened?” He asked gently. 

“She chose that life over her family, over her children. We paid for so many facilities and got her help multiple times. She threw it all away. I can’t forgive her for that.” 

He nodded, “think you can go back in there?”

“I want that bitch locked away, Hotch. If you allow me to have that personal vendetta, then yes I want to go back there.” You said, determined. The fire in you igniting more. You would make sure she never saw her kids again. 

He nodded and gestured towards the door, “lead the way.” -------------------------------------------

“I want to go in there to interrogate her.” You spoke, your voice void of any emotion, you got really good at hiding your emotions. Especially around her. 

Rossi nodded, oblivious to the looks JJ was giving you, “sounds like a plan to me, you are the toughest I feel like right next to Hotch and Morgan.” 

You smiled in response, it was light praise to you. 

“Hey Y/N?” Reid asked. 

“Yeah?” You looked at him, pushing a stray hair that fell in your face back. 

“She looks a lot like you, and has the same last name.” He said gently. 

“Yes, she’s my half-sister, Reid.” You said, looking at the entire team's reactions. 

To say they were shocked would be an understatement. 

“Are you sure you should go in there then?” Morgan asked. 

You nodded, “I can do it. I don’t really care if she gets locked away. In fact, I think everyone in my family will be better off.” 

Nobody said anything at your words, then Emily spoke, “go get the confession.” 

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You stood outside the door, JJ came up and gave you a kiss, “you got this, babygirl.” 

You blushed, then groaned, “great now I’m gonna be all flustered.” 

She laughed, it made your heart lighter, “I love you.”

“I love you.” You said back, she kissed you again and walked away.

You waited a few moments to open the door, you could do this.

When you opened it, she looked up to see who it was, she saw you and gave you a confused look, “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“If you came to my graduation party, you would know this is where I worked.” You said, like she was stupid. 

“I knew you were in the FBI at least.” “Considering all the laws you’ve broken, I wouldn’t have thought so.” You threw the file on the table, “I’ve already told them about everything you did to my family, to your children. They aren’t so happy and everybody here is dedicated to locking you away. You can’t play the victim card anymore.” You spoke gently, trying to keep nerves out of your voice. 

“Traitor.” She hissed. 

“Hm, you knew you had a relative in the FBI yet you still kept doing bad things, you also have two kids you left for a crime ring so I don't think I’m the traitor here.” You said sitting across from her, you ignored the anxiety in your veins, you wanted to fiddle with your engagement ring but didn’t really wanna talk about JJ with this woman. 

“Tell me what happened,” You leveled her with a look, that same look that your father would give her, the ‘i’m disappointed’ look, she had some feelings, and that look usually worked. “Why would I tell you?” You shrugged, “I don’t know, you bragged about getting kidnapped before so I wonder what you’ll brag about now, maybe seeing the inside of Quantico, maybe how they tried to break you and you resisted.”

“They sent my baby sister in to intimidate me,” she scoffed, “pathetic.” 

“Oh that isn’t my job.” You smiled, you were going to enjoy this. 

“Whose job is it?” She deadpanned, not having any of your shit, but you didn’t care. It was too much fun. 

“The prison guard outside who’s waiting to guide you to prison.” You shrugged.You could feel the ‘Hotch’ look through the glass for telling her so much. 

But you knew how to scare her, how to make her feel like shit. Guilt tripping was the best, hearing her lies, it was almost comical at how ridiculous they were. 

“Your daughters are doing great by the way, they stayed here with me for a week.” It was a great week, Hotch granted you and JJ time off to spend time with them and the boys. JJ even asked for their permission to marry you, she proposed the next week on your anniversary.

She sighed and looked at the mirror, it was like she was staring down your team on the other side. 

You sat in silence for a few minutes, before she spoke. “I’m sorry.” “No.” You simply said, shaking your head. 

“No?” She asked. 

“Don’t say you’re sorry just to say it, I don’t want some apology, you’re going to prison no matter what.” You shrugged. You forbade your emotions getting involved right now. JJ and the team were working overtime to get this confession out in time. 

“Bullshit, I am not.” She insisted, her voice going up a couple octaves. She was nervous. 

“What? You think you’re just gonna walk out of here? You have several federal offenses.” You opened her file, “carjacking, credit card fraud and identity theft alone are going to be up to 30 years in prison.” 

“There’s no proof.” She was just spitting stuff out at this point, she was getting frazzled. Her eyes, eyes that you both shared from your father, were wide and full of fear. 

“There are countless video files as well as credit card traces and millions of other traces. You’ve been on the list for years it seems.” You said, your eyes scanning over everything, every single mugshot, or street camera shot. All the proof was in the folder, you just needed a confession. 

“I know you deal, so just confess and we can both get out of this awkward family reunion.” You spoke, your head resting against your hand.

Her eyes caught on the diamond, “you married?”

“Engaged.” You said calmly. 

“What’s his name?” You rolled your eyes. “You know I’m gay, why do you keep insisiting that I’m into men?” “Oh yeah because you were assaulted, got it.” She acted like she just solved the greatest mystery. 

Your stomach sank even further, “Your ignorance is baffling.”

“Ignorance?”

“Yup, you criticize other people's lives and then once someone throws it back at you, you get offended. You are the queen of hypocrites.” you paused, “that’s what your drug lord name should’ve been.”

“..What?”

“The Hypocrite Queen, has a bite to it, doesn’t it?” You tilted your head, feeling her vibes out. 

“What?” She asked, her voice trembling. She was scared. 

Good. A dark part of you whispered. 

“Sure it doesn’t have as much fire as The Bite. But it’ll do.” You said, nonchalant. As if discussing paint colors. 

“How do you know about any of this?”

You smiled, enjoying her fear and the fact that you’re winning. “You know, I wonder what Adam Davis would think about all of this, or Betty Walsh, Allie Simmers, Jaden Carsdale, Julia Brewermen.” You named off just a few of the people her drugs killed. 

“I don’t know who those people are.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and she couldn’t make eye contact. 

You nodded, “those are the people you killed.” “Drugs killed them.” She clarified without thinking. 

The door behind you opened, you turned to see JJ, “we need you in Garcia’s office.” It was a horrible lie, but you knew it was all done. You nodded, you started getting up when you heard Molly speak. 

“What about family, sissy?”

“That’s rich coming from you, you are the same woman who abandoned her children for some dude you met two days before you left.”

“That was the addiction.”

“No it wasn’t, you did the same thing when you were fifteen, with a twenty six year old might I add; right before you got pregnant with your first born. You weren’t addicted then, so don't blame an addiction you use as a crutch to get through life. Being an addict doesn’t mean you are automatically pardoned from everything you ‘ve done, to me, to dad, to your two kids who are fifteen years old and already know that they never want to see you again.”

“What have I done to you?” She had the nerve to look heartbroken.

Manipulative bitch

“Tried to manipulate me to say I took dads alcohol when I was fourteen, I told you I was gay and you asked if I was gay because I was assaulted. You used my mom and your dad for money, you lied to us, multiple times about so many things that I’ve lost count. You hurt people for your own gain, you are the most selfish person I’ve ever met. You know, I went into a career where I deal with horrible people and now I know why I’m so good at it, because I grew up dealing with a horrible person that was close to me. Someone who hurt multiple people that I love-” “I get it, I hurt people-” “I’m not done! You’ve judged me my entire life and treated me poorly and now, I get to enjoy the fact that I get to watch you get put behind bars forever. You will never see your children again, you will never use our family for money, and people will no longer pity you.” 

You walked out without another word, JJ was right there, she gripped your hand because she knew you needed the support. 

With Molly locked away, you could finally breathe and feel free from her problems. You made all the necessary phone calls to your dad. Booked a flight to go and explain everything to your nieces. 

JJ would be by your side through it all.

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau x reader #derek morgan #spencer reid #jj x reader #jennifer jareau x you #aaron hotchner #david rossi #emily prentiss

[just-a-writing-fan]

Stark Contrast Ch 3

Warnings: abuse, super strength?, Mental instability, drug use, drug experimentation, murder, sexual abuse, running away, mental condition, illness, death, homophobia if you squint, shit boyfriend, language

Pairing: none yet

"No. How? What if Dakota finds out?" You ask your sister wide eyed. "Y/N, that is the thing. When I want something to stay a secret, it's hidden until I want it to be found," she smirks and you have to shake your head. She was only seventeen and so brilliant that she was going to a amazing school right after graduation. You already missed her and she still hasn't left yet. The fact that she had a girlfriend she was hiding was no surprise to you at all. "Scoot," she comes to sit on the stool next to you. You let your fingers tickle the ivory's as you smile over at her.

I just want you close

Where you can stay forever

You can be sure

That it will only get better

Esmeralda leans over and nudges your shoulder with hers. You thought to yourself how much you loved Fridays, it was the day that Dakota let you stay late after school for tutoring, but, after tutoring you and Essie would wait up in the music room and use the piano. She had the voice of an absolute angel, you liked to think she got that from your dad, the man that was belting out Bon Jovi. You would just play so you could listen forever. Cliche as that was, it was true.

You and me together

Through the days and nights

I don't worry 'cause

Everything's gonna be alright

People keep talking, they can say what they like

But all I know is everything's gonna be alright

As long as Essie was with you, everything was always warm, happy, everything was good. She was a safety net. You would rather it not be that way, but you couldn't help but notice that she was Dakota's favorite. Well, you were his Babygirl, he just enjoyed you being younger than your mother and sister, and he enjoyed punishing you more than he did her. At least, it used to be that way. Not anymore, now he was a mad man and whatever it was that he had been making, taking and selling had turned a once intelligent man into a monster with super human strength. But, Essie was getting to go to a good school and your mom's bills were paid. So, who were you to complain? When she got away and went to school where she could be safe and happy with her girl, as long his Babygirl stayed, your mother would be alright too.

And no one, no one, no one

Can get in the way of what I'm feeling

No one, no one, no one

Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you

Can get in the way of what I feel for you

You knew she meant that. You loved her, and she loved you. You knew that anyone you were ever with could never take that from either of you. Sure, you could love them just as much, but, it was different. It was a different love, obviously.

When the rain is pouring down

And my heart is hurting

You will always be around

This I know for certain

You and me together

Through the days and nights

I don't worry 'cause

Everything's gonna be alright

People keep talking, they can say what they like

But all I know is everything's gonna be alright-

Her singing stopped short when the door opened and a tall gangly girl with lucius curly raven hair and light brown freckles and pale blue eyes much bluer than your mother's comes in and your sister runs over, wrapping her arms around the girls neck. "Y/N, this is Casey. Casey, this is my other half, Y/N," she bit her lip and a grin began tugging at yours when you caught the sparkle in her eyes. "I thought I was her better half-" "No, literally she and I were one cell that split into two. Nice to meet you," you shake the girl's hand. You had a feeling she would be your sister in law someday and you couldn't wait to go to thier wedding. "We don't have to be home for another hour, I trust you will get her home safe?" You smirk as you grab your bag and walk out.

You come home on time, you played it safe not knowing what your parents would be like. "Hi mommy," you walk over to her shivering and sweating on the couch whilst holding her abdomen in pain. You feel her head for a fever and as you suspected, she didn't have one. She was having withdrawals from her opioids. "You have to come off slowly mommy," you wipe the sweat away then bring her a glass of water with half of one her pills then help her lay back down. You pull a thin blanket over her arms and kiss her head before retreating to your shared bedroom.

You were greeted with her pinned under Dakota on the bed.

"Babygirl," he turns to you and makes a come hither motion. He was high on his stuff. "I have a boyfriend." You blurt and the anger boils over instantly as he charges towards you. "I have a girlfriend!" She blurts to get his attention back. With a growl he goes to her, lifts her by her neck to throw her against the wall. She looked like a rag doll, hit her head and fell to the floor. He walked over to her and said nothing, he just started kicking her, again and again, over and over while you screamed and sobbed, tugging his arm. He didn't stop. Not until she lay there breathless and motionless. Gone. You shook her but nothing. You had to get out, so you did. You ran, nowhere in mind.

#marvel #tony stark #stark!daughter #stark!reader

[seokluv]

Their Reactions to Finding Out About Your Self Harm Scars~

Anon asked;  BTS reaction to you having selfharm scars everywhere on their body and they're insecure about them so they always wear something covering them up and they don't know about them till' they think they aren't home and you take off your clothes and you start crying and you start saying that if they saw you like that that they'd leave them and when they walk in the room you put your clothes on real quick and try and run away Sorry this is so long if you can't do all can you do Suga and Namjoon?!

i kinda do and kinda don’t understand the concept- but what im getting from this is- their reactions to seeing your self harm scars and you’re insecure about them and you’re always covering them up and they don’t know about them until you think they’re not home and you take your clothes off and start crying and if they say you like that you’d leave them (like relationship wise)?? and when they walk in the room you put your clothes on and try to run away from them?? ; v ; uhh- i’ll try to do that-

also.. if you’re struggling, i suggest you get some help- talk to someone ;v; please ;v; you’re not alone, you’re never alone- so don’t think that you are- if you need to talk, im always a message away <:

Another day of hiding your scars from (BTS member). You were in your room all alone, by yourself. You decided to strip down to your bra and underwear, and look at your scars. How much you regretted these but doing this made the pain go away. Your finger traced over the scars on your thighs, a sigh escaping your lips. If (BTS member) saw these, you don’t know what you would have done. You’d end up trying to explain to them... but you’d probably get scared and run away. Your mind felt numb. You felt like there was nowhere to turn, nowhere to run. You felt alone. Even your boyfriend, (BTS member~) wasn’t enough to cure the solitude that you felt deep inside. 

You hear the front door open, and you quickly gather your thoughts. What if they saw you, covered in all these scars?! You scrambled to get your clothes, slipping them on as fast as possible. But it was too late. (BTS member) walked in and saw you. You had your sweater on, but your legs were completely exposed to him. Tears pricked at your eyes, at a total loss for words. (BTS member) looked at you with sad eyes.

Kim Namjoon

“Jagiya... Why would you do this? Your beautiful body... you’d look so much better without these scars.” he began crying, wiping his tears away with the sleeve of his shirt. You just stared at him sadly, unable to say anything to him.  “Jagi... I love you no matter what. I don’t think any less of you, okay?” his words were comforting, but they still didn’t numb the pain that you felt burning inside of you.

“No Namjoon... I look like a monster. I am a monster.” you curled up in a ball on your bed, sobbing heavily. Namjoon rushed to your side, his hand running up and down your back. “Jagi. It’s okay. Baby-girl, I love you.” he whispered to you sweetly, but you still wouldn’t accept the fact that it was okay. He was upset, to say the least, but he still loved you no matter what you looked like, or if you were covered in scars. “Namjoon, I need help. I’m so mentally ill...” you croaked, and Namjoon held you tighter. “I know.. I know baby. We’re going to get you help.”

Kim Seok-jin

“J-Jagiya...” Jin was speechless. The scars on your thighs, he would never be able to un-see that. His babygirl, covered in scars almost from head to toe. He stood in the doorway, just unable to speak. You watched him try to say something, but nothing came to his mind whatsoever. You reached out to him, tears pricking at your eyes, but he turned his head away. He was clearly hurt by this.

“You... didn’t trust me enough to tell me?” tears started forming in his eyes, and you knew you had messed up. But it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t want anyone to know, not even the man you trusted the most. You cupped his jaw with your hand, making him look at you. You could see a single tear trail down his cheek. “I’m sorry, Jin.” you voice was soft and scared. You didn’t know what he was going to say next. “Jagiya... I love you. Please don’t do this to yourself. I don’t want to lose you...” more tears streamed down his face, and you felt horrible. You hugged him tight, and he hugged back. “You need me more than anything right now... I’ll do my best to help you through this.” Jin murmured.

Min Yoongi

“Jagiya... Why would you do something like this?” Yoongi looked away in attempt to obscure to tears in his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You had never told him about your self-harm scars. Ever. And when he found out, he was a mess. He thought it was something he could have prevented. Something he could have stopped before it got worse. 

“Yoongi. I’m really sorry.” you murmured, your lip quivering as more tears built up inside your eyes. Yoongi walked up to you, pulling you into his arms, wrapping them around you tightly.  “I’ll always be here for you. But please.. Don’t scare me like that... ever again.” he whispered, and you burst into tears. “I’m sorry Yoongi.” you wailed, burying your head into his shoulder, unable to control your emotions any longer. “It’s okay Jagi... but for right now we’re going to focus on getting you the help that you need, okay? I love you.” he said, and you nodded. You didn’t feel so alone anymore.

Park Jimin

“Jagiya..” he whispered, unable to say anything else. What else was there for him to say? He didn’t know what to think. His babygirl, the love of his life, suffering and fighting a constant battle without his knowledge. He was completely oblivious to your selfharming habits. He sauntered over to you, holding your hands in his.

“Jagiya... you need help.. Please, let me help you... I don’t want to see you suffering.” his lip quivered, and it was completely obvious that he was about to cry.   “Jiminie... I.. I know, these scars and cuts are plain to see now, but. I will get help. I’m so sick and tired of running and hiding. I’m sorry.” tears rolled down your cheeks, you felt ashamed. Jimin bit his lip, trying his best not to break down. But he had finally seen you at your worst, you would finally see him at his. He began sobbing, holding you in his arms. “Jimin... Why are you crying?” you asked in a soft voice, “Maybe I could have helped you... stopped it before it got worse. I’m so sorry. I should be apologizing for never seeing it sooner. But now, you’re going to get the help you deserve, okay?”

Jung Hoseok

The second Hoseok saw those scars and fresh cuts on your thighs, he had a mental break down. Tears were streaming down his face like a waterfall, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty. How long had this been going on without his knowledge? He felt like he could have ended the problem before it grew worse. He stood there, wiping his tears, as you watched him cry.

“I’m sorry Hobi. I’m really sorry. I know I need help, I just.. I just don’t want to be made fun of for it, or be abandoned because of it. Which is why I never let anyone know..” you murmured, and Hobi just ran up to you, enveloping you in his arms. He sobbed heavily, and eventually, you started crying too. You both were quite the emotional pair, and whenever you saw each other in pain or crying, you’d both suffer together. “Don’t worry Jagi. From now on, I’ll never leave your side. Ever. I didn’t know how badly you were suffering... I’m going to help you, get you help, okay? Everything will be okay, there’s n-no need to cry alone anymore. You’re not alone. I’m with you.”

Jeon Jeongguk

Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks once he saw the scars. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t even know what to say. Jungkook stared at you for a long time, trying to think of something to say, something to do. You looked away, ashamed of what you had done.  “I’m sorry Jungkook.” a single tear trails down your cheek, the painful feeling only getting worse. Jungkook stepped closer to you, a tear glistening in his eye. 

“Jagiya... Have you ever thought about getting help?” he suggested in a calm voice. You shook your head, before looking down at your feet. Jungkook sighed,  “Well, we’re going to get you the help that you desperately need. I don’t want to see you suffering. You’re never alone, okay? I’m always going to be here for you... so don’t even think for a second that you’re fighting this by yourself. Because I’m with you.” his words soothed you, knowing that you were going to be getting help made you feel better. “Thank you, Jungkook. I love you.” you whispered, and he replied, “I love you too. Please, don’t be afraid to tell me these things. I’ll understand. I’m here for you.”

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung was speechless. He shook his head as he looked at your scars. There was no point in getting emotional, that would only upset you more. He had to stay strong for you. He walked up to you, grabbing your hands, rolling up your sleeves. He saw more scars there. 

“Jagiya. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can help you. We can help you.” his voice was silent and serious. You looked up at him, tears glistening in your eyes. “I don’t know, Taehyung. I’m so sorry.” you mumbled. “Hey. Don’t apologize. It’s okay. I’m kind of glad I found out sooner, now I can get you the help you need. Just remember, you’re never alone. So many people love you, Jagiya. I would be lost without you. I couldn’t imagine a world without you. From now on, we’ll be fighting together. If you ever need me, I’m a text or a call away. I love you so much, so much. You don’t even know.” he began to tear up a little as he spoke to you. “I love you too, Taehyung. I’m so glad to hear that.” you smiled weakly, and Taehyung pulled you into a bear hug. 

#bts #bangtan #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #beyond the scene #bulletproof boy scouts #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts hobi #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #bts yoongi #bts rapmon #bts imagines #bts requests #kpop #k-pop #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts rapmonster #bts jin #bts hoseok #bts v #bts suga #bts kookie #namjoon #hobi #suga #taehyung