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sapphicmsmarvel · 4 years

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JJ: Booktube

premise: dating jj and being a booktuber.

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Lets ignore the fact that JJ would be fired without a doubt from the FBI if this stuff actually happened and her life would be threatened by criminals.

-She knew that you were really into books.

-She just didn’t know how much. You two had met through tinder believe it or not, she was sick of being alone at night and didn’t want a fling. Luckily, you felt the same way and you two matched.

-The team did know that she was on Tinder, but not that she had officially met someone.

-Reid was sitting at a table on the plane, watching something on his laptop. But then she heard your voice, your upbeat, happy voice. She glanced back to see your bright and beautiful face holding a book. “What’re you watching?” JJ asked. Which grabbed the attention of Emily.

“A video on what books to read if you want to get into ‘young adult’ books.” Reid said, thoroughly focused on the beautiful woman on his screen.

“She’s pretty.” Emily saw you.

“She is.” Reid mumbled, blushing.

“Who’s pretty?” Morgan said, leaning over the back of the seat, “oooh who’s the cute nerdy girl?”

“A youtuber, and be nice.” JJ said crumpling a piece of paper and throwing it at him.

“Her shirt literally says ‘Nerdy Bitch’, I think she knows she’s one. She's hot too.”

-JJ quickly sent a picture of the screen to you. “My teammates think you’re pretty, have to say I agree.”

“OMG, please tell me you aren’t watching my videos 😭”

“I am now baby 😉”

“FUCK.”

She huffed a small laugh at your response, then continued watching with Reid.

-Little did she know you tweeted to your followers, “THE GIRL I’M DATING IS WATCHING MY YOUTUBE VIDEOS FOR THE FIRST TIME WITH HER COWORKERS. PLS KILL ME.”

-When she came home from that case, she wanted to hear all about your job, which you happily told her and tried to ignore your embarrassment over how she found out.

-Since then she has been a loyal subbie.

-You met the team and they were all very shocked that it was you that they were watching on their computer screen. They also all subscribed, and you had to make Rossi and Hotch youtube accounts because they didn’t know how.

-Your viewers knew of her, knew how you always called her “Rapunzel,” and she always called you, “Flynn” in response.

-But because you explicitly said you won’t be showing her because she asked you not to, you got hate comments for respecting your girlfriends privacy.

-When she came over one night, she saw all of the publishing houses boxes on your front step. She knocked on your door because she saw that your car was in the driveway. She got her key out of her pocket and opened your door. Then, she carefully put all the boxes into your foyer, as well as her overnight bag and shut the front door.

-What she saw next warmed her heart, you had fallen asleep on the couch with a book on your chest. She saw your tripod and camera, she realized you were filming a timelapse for a reading vlog. She remembered you telling her that you were filming one this week.

-She decided not to turn off the camera, instead, she gently took the book off your chest, placed a bookmark to mark your spot. Then she crawled on top of you. You were laying on your back, she laid her head in the crook of your neck, she giggled as she felt you wake up. You wrapped your arms around her, “hey baby.” You croaked.

-You felt her whisper against your skin, “you left the camera on, thought I’d give a little show of affection for those subscribers who think I’m a bad girlfriend.”

You sighed, “please tell me you haven’t been reading the comments.” “No, well, sometimes I do. Garcia sees them and gets mad.”

“So she’s the commenter, TheBlackQueen causing fights on my channel. Gotcha.”

JJ laughed, “oh god, I didn’t know she was doing that.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve been liking her comments, not deleting them.”

JJ laughed at that, then you continued, “you want me to get up and turn off the camera? It should turn off in…” she didn’t have to open her eyes to know that you were looking at the red light on the camera and the clock on the wall behind it. “Oh jeez, five minutes maybe, it has a 40 minute timer before it automatically turns off.”

“No,” JJ shook her head, “I really need to just stay here, Y/N.”

“Okay.”

-When the video was posted, she saw the comments on it. There was not a negative one, of course there were ones making a comment about why JJ was just showing herself on Y/N’s channel.

-After that, she was slowly showing herself in your videos more. Handing you something, delivering a package to your little library in your home.

-She made a lot of appearances in your moving vlogs for your channel because you two moved in together. The kids also made a brief appearance but very vague, you didn’t show their faces.

-She was memed within your fanbase because of the faces she pulled while you were moving books, and her helping you move them, she was like “????”

-When she knew she wanted to propose to you, her and Garcia watched a couple of YouTube videos to learn how to use your camera, then they devised a plan to vlog the engagement together. The ring picking, her talking to the camera and introducing herself. “Hey as you can tell I am not Y/N, I’m her girlfriend, as you guys know we’ve been together for some time but I’m gonna propose to her!” She cheered, then the team in the background were like “finally!” and cheering as well.

Then she broke down the plan to them, “so, we’re gonna go to our favorite greenhouse in D.C. I shot some footage of picking her ring, which I’ll have her insert here,,,,gah I’m no good at this.” Then she continued, “so we have a friend who’s hiring some professional photography, which is exciting.” She did a lil shimmy, then Prentiss popped in, “hey! This is a friend of theirs and the reason our friend is hiring photographers is because we’re gonna be sobbing too much to take good photos, as well as he’s rich as fuck”

Everyone laughed at that.

“And, well, we’re going tonight, so wish me luck!” JJ gave an awkward peace sign to the camera and turned it off.

-She then handed the camera to Garcia who would hide and record the footage, the photographers that Rossi hired posed as regular ole pedestrians. The others hid in bathrooms, waiting for the text saying that JJ did it.

-JJ almost spilled the beans that she was nervous on the way over there to you. That would’ve ruined it.

-Luckily, the part of the greenhouse that you two had your first kiss in was empty. The fairy lights were lit inside, it looked beautiful.

-They had a flower there that the greenhouse called “the wishing lilly.” The owner of the greenhouse says that those lilies bring good luck, he wished on it then his wife was pregnant with twins, then he won the lottery and managed to build the greenhouse into something bigger.

-Per as tradition, you both closed your eyes to make a wish, but she opened hers and got down on the ground, Garcia quietly followed you guys in with the other photographers.

“Y/N..” she trailed off, you opened your eyes to find her kneeling on the ground, your eyes instantly filled with tears as your hands went up to your mouth. “Y/N, you are the light of my life, the Flynn to my Rapunzel, will you do me the honor and be my wife?”

“Yes!” You nodded and cried. She quickly stood up and pulled you into her arms.

-Garcia started crying and shaking, “yay!” You looked up to see her there.

“Oh my god, hi, there’s a lot of people in here.” You said seeing the two photographers and Garcia.

“Rossi hired photographers. And the team is waiting for a text to come in and congratulate us.” JJ laughed and leaned up to kiss your head.

“Oh god, I look like a mess!” You laughed, yet cried at the same time.

“We both do, baby. Welcome to marriage.” She slid the ring on your finger, just in time for photos to begin.

-At the end of the video, you made an introduction part for the subbies to meet JJ. Filled with questions and such to know her. Briefly mentioning her sons as well.

-After you two got engaged, you started filming fiance challenges, (my fiance picks my next read, my fiance tries to guess the plot of books based off their covers). Hell, you two even do some baking and cooking videos.

-Your marriage blew up on booktube, you two were The Lady Lovers on booktube, as you had been labeled. You both loved that there were so many people resonating with your love. You shared a pre wedding video talking about the insecurities you both had, and a talk about discovering sexuality when you’re in your mid thirties after a divorce from a man and having two kids. And you, someone who’s never been in a serious relationship, giving your advice to people.

-It was a big video and an emotional one. But it resonated with a lot of people which you both were glad for.

-Then your wedding video came out and everyone lost their shit. People were sending in love, there was a lot of adorable footage from the wedding, people crying.

-You even incorporated books into the wedding decor.

-While your career was quite different then JJ’s, people saw you as a perfect fit. You stayed home all the time, writing, putting videos up, writing reviews and partnering with brands on your channel, you were able to be there for the boys when she couldn’t be. She was all over the country constantly, she made it a point that every night before bed she’d watch one of your videos, and it helped that you sent videos to her of Henry and Michael.

-You were the calm to her storm, where her life was hectic and constantly on the move, she knew she always had a home waiting for her.

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stevesharrlngtons · 4 years

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pin prick and needle sticks.

roman godfrey x reader

summary: your solution for roman’s feeding problem is met with some resistance.

word count: 3.9k

a/n: ya im having so much fun writing again so hopefully there will be more! i hope you enjoy and if you do, pls give me some feedback (-:

also this is a repost bc this wasn’t showing up in tags

When you strode into Dr. Pryce’s office, he didn’t try to hide his surprise at your uncharacteristic appearance.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)! This is surely an unexpected visit.” Pryce pushed out of his desk chair to meet you in the middle of the large glass room.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” You say politely as Johann takes the coat that’s folded over your arm.

“No, not presently. I was just about to wrap up some paperwork and go to lunch.”

“Well, I won’t keep you long. I am hoping my question has a simple enough answer.” You say as you take a seat in one of the visitors chairs across from his desk.

“So, you are looking for my expertise on a matter?” Pryce asks, taking his own seat now.

“Yes, and maybe a small favor depending on your answer.” You smile, trying to seem as sweet as possible.

You knew Johann was asked for wild favors and cover ups where the Godfrey family was concerned constantly, almost on the daily. You wanted him to be receptive to your idea and not shoot you down before he heard your pitch.

Pryce was tolerant of your presence and occasionally even fond of your acquaintance when Roman needed him for something or another. You were very bright and amiable company.

He sighs deeply, already seeming resistant, “Is this a Roman related favor?”

“Yes, but not in the way you think. It’s more like a gift I need your help in giving.”

Johann looked extremely perplexed as he placed his laced fingers on his desktop, “Now I am very intrigued. Please, proceed,”

“You are aware that Roman has been having some trouble sourcing food. Right?” You try to say everything as delicately as possible, even though you knew Pryce knew about Roman’s situation in full. Probably even more than you knew.

“Yes, I am. Unfortunately Olivia forbids me to speak with him on the matter before she does, and she refuses to do so until Roman goes to her for help.”

“Withholding access to food, sounds like an award winning mother if you ask me.”

Johann chuckles, “Yes, Olivia is nothing but selfless.”

“Selfless and maternal.”

Pryce laughs again before he asks you what is the nature of your visit in relation to Roman and his upirism.

“Like all things in Roman’s life that are broken, I have found the solution to fix them. In this case, I have decided that I will take my blood and give it to him. As much as I can give, so he will never have to worry about where to feed again.” You said this with a self assured expression, elated that you had come up with a way to help your love.

The true extent of Roman’s feeding problem had become apparent one night while you were making love.

Roman sat on his knees, your legs around his waist while he pressed his hips deliciously into yours. He had set a gentle rhythm of thrusts, ones that were illicting your mewls and calls of his name from your lips. While you were reveling in your pleasure, Roman was trembling. Desire filming his eyes as they transfixed on your jugular. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the faint thrum in your neck, your voice becoming hazy and distant as his mouth watered at the sight of your craned neck below him. It wasn’t until you grabbed his cheeks that he snapped from his thirsty stupor.

Roman tumbled off your naked form to the floor of the bedroom unceremoniously, skirting away from you until his back reached the wall, the farthest wall from the bed. You had sat up, not bothering to cover yourself as you stared at your crumpled boyfriend, who shook and stammered under his breath.

“I can’t, OK? We can’t! Not until I feed again. I don’t think I can control it- I can’t control myself.”

“Baby, it’s going to be fine. I know you would never hurt me,” You push away the remains of crumpled sheets and begin toward him, but Roman flinches aggressively.

“I can’t help it, no matter how much I don’t want too, I will. I would kill you just for a taste and I would hate myself forever.”

You wanted to offer yourself up on a silver platter then and there. Ask him to drink from you because even if he doubted his control, you knew he would stop feeding before you were in any semblance of danger. You just wanted to make him feel better, in any way you could. But, as Roman wove his hands into his hair and tugged ruthlessly at the roots, it was clear that this wasn’t going to become an argument, or even a conversation. Roman left the bedroom soon after, muttering something about the refrigerator and leeches, while you watched him leave with an ache in your chest.

You had been trying to figure out the best possible solution to Roman’s problem since. After contemplating many different avenues, you concluded that you weren’t a bank robber (even if it was just a blood bank) and hiring someone from Craigslist seemed too risky (and too weird). So, you had fallen back on your original idea from that night: Roman would drink from you.

“To be clear, you want to extract your own blood and stockpile it for Roman?”

“Exactly. I just need to know how to do it and how much I can give per week without dying of iron deficiency or something.” You nonchalantly reply.

“This is very noble of you to do, (Y/N).”

You wave a dismissive hand at his compliment, “I just want to help him in the best way I can. It’s what you do for the people you love.”

Pryce stares at you for a moment, and begins to wonder how Roman attracted you in the first place? He was sure it was the young man’s killer good looks and the charm he held with the opposite sex that first caught your attention, but you were a smart girl. You wouldn’t fall for him simply because he was a blueprint for a Greek statue or threw a few saccharine words your way. He wondered if Roman was warm and adoring? Sweet and loving and soft when he was only in your company? From what Pryce had seen first hand, Roman was kind and gentle when you were around, but only ever to you. The second Roman laid his eyes back on Pryce or anyone else for that matter, he was back to an angry frothing terror to anyone in his path.

“When giving blood for say, The Red Cross, they take about a liter of your blood which is around 15 fluid ounce. You shouldn’t give more than that a mouth, but I could give you a few supplements that could help replenish your red blood cells at a slightly quicker rate so you would be able to give blood once a week.

“You would likely need to take breaks, possibly a month on and a month off? To make sure that giving blood this frequently wouldn’t take any serious toll, or have any significant side effects on the body.” Pryce explains.

“And these supplements won’t do anything weird to me if I take them?” You trusted Pryce, but only minutely. While you felt cordial with him, you still knew to be weary of his experiments.

“No, of course not. They are all over the counter supplements and vitamins that you can buy on your own accord. I would just tell you how, when and the quantity to take.”

You sighed at his answer and laughed lightly, “So it’s all good? We could do it?”

“I don’t see why not. I could send a tech to your home to administer the IV, and possibly if this method of feeding works out for Roman long term, you could learn to insert it yourself.”

“Am I going to have like, crazy puncture marks? Am I gonna look like a junkie?” You asked, the vanity of this whole thing only now coming to your mind.

“Unfortunately, there will be noticeable marks and possible bruises from repeated insertions. I could work on something to heal your puncture marks, as I said, if this becomes a main source of Roman’s feeding.”

You nod, mulling over the information for a moment.

“When could we start?”

Telling Roman about the whole thing never even crossed your mind. To you, this was a gift that you were going to give to him, and you loved the element of surprise. It was strange, sure, but to you, this idea of yours felt totally romantic. Some women gave their boyfriends watches, or flat screen TV’s, or let them put in their ass on their birthdays; but for your boyfriend? The man who had every material object he desired and every sexual need quenched? Your blood was a perfect way to show him you cared.

You didn’t want Roman to get just one bag for the first time you presented him with the blood, so you waited four long weeks to create your mini arsenal for him. You just took to wearing long sleeves around the house and silk robes right before bed to hide the little marks on your arms. Roman, still not at his most observant from his lack of feedings, didn’t even bat an eye at your clothing choices.

After your final session with one of Pryce’s tech’s in your home, you felt giddy. You had been keeping the blood in the outside fridge until you had the stockpile you desired, knowing Roman never checked it’s contents. Tonight was the night you were finally going to give them to him.

After Pryce’s man left, you placed your newest bag in the refrigerator and went back inside to change into something far more alluring than the sweatpants you adorned currently. This was going to be a special night for your man and you wanted to pull out all the stops. You had already directed Conway and Anna to make a four course feast for the two of you before you would bring out Roman’s surprise.

After changing into the tightly fitted black dress you had picked out a few weeks ago, along with Roman’s favorite silk lingerie set, you went back downstairs to continue to set the scene for Roman when he returned from work. You scattered candles around the room and played an old jazz record to soothe any worry or anxiety from your boyfriend once he entered your shared home. You wanted everything to be perfect, he deserved it.

As you finished and Anna and Conway were wrapping up the meal, you heard someone placing a key in the front door. You turned to see Roman’s tall silhouette through the frosted glass and you couldn’t keep the smile off your lips.

When he walked through the door, he looked exhausted. His eyes were haloed in shadows and he was gaunt, his pale skin pasty and dull. He looked about ready to collapse.

Until he saw you.

“Welcome home.” You said, a wide grin on your features.

“What’s all this?” Roman asked as you met him by the door.

“I know how stressed you’ve been and I wanted to set up a nice evening for the two of us.” You replied as you pushed his coat off his shoulders and held out for Conway to take.

Roman glanced over your shoulder to see the extent of the fuss you had made for him and his shoulders visibly relaxed, “You’re amazing.”

You took both his hands and started to walk back toward the table, “That I am, and I have a little surprise for you after dinner.”

Roman tugs you to him suddenly, causing you to stumble a bit in your heels, but that only accomplished to bring you flush to him.

“Is my surprise under this sexy little get up of yours?” Roman’s eyes twinkle with lust as he moves his hands down to grip your ass.

You hum with delight, “I guess you have two surprises coming, then.”

You lean up to place a lingering kiss to his lips and Roman groans a curse as you step away from his hold.

“But for now, let’s eat and unwind. How was your day?” You ask, pulling out Roman’s chair for him.

“Better now.” He grinned, one that was without smare or ulterior motive. Just a pure smile radiating happiness.

After you chatted about your days and Roman having bitched about work to his heart’s content, you both finished the delicious dinner that was prepared for you. You had moved across the table to sit on his lap while you both shared a chocolate mousse, the gentle ping of the silver spoon against the serving glass lulling you both into calm relaxation and sloth as you ate the rich dessert.

Roman’s temple was pressed against your exposed cleavage, practically purring with the bliss he felt.

“Thank you for tonight, baby. I needed it.” He sighed, turning his head just enough to let you kiss his lips.

“Of course, my love.” You responded, stroking your hand through his hair, “I’d pluck the stars from the sky if it’d make you happy.”

“Hey,” Roman smiles, poking your side, “That’s my line.”

You giggle as Roman prodes you, “Well, while I’m taking your lines, let me take another. I got you something and I need to go and get it.”

“You know I don’t need anything.” Roman says, squeezing you once more before you got off his lap.

“This present is something you need, trust me.” You say over your shoulder as you exit the kitchen and enter the garage to get the gift box you had prepared.

Was this all very dramatic? Yes. Over the top? Of course.

But you loved pampering Roman, so you threw all cares to the wind.

As you entered the kitchen with the rectangular black gift box held together with a silk ribbon, Roman looked at you confused.

“Jeez, what is that? Is my mother’s head in there?” He asked as he watched you place the box on the dining table.

“I wish.” You chuckled, dusting your hands off on your dress as you looked into Roman’s puzzled expression, “Open it.”

Unable to even guess what could be in the box, Roman stood up and walked toward you and where it lay.

“It’s not gonna be anything that’s gonna pop out at me, right?”

“Oh my God, stop being such a bitch and open it already!” You laugh, nudging him with your shoulder as you quaked with excitement.

Roman finally pulled on the black ribbon and slowly untied it, causing the sides of the box to fall apart and reveal it’s contents.

“Surprise!” You said, jumping slightly in place, barely able to keep your excitement to yourself as Roman took in the gift.

He just looked at the blood blankly, all placed in a row before him. His mouth hung open, but he said nothing.

“How did you get this?”

“Well, that’s the extra special part. It’s mine,” You gestured to the blood, “It’s all from me.”

Roman looked up at you, and the appreciation you’d thought you’d see written all over his face wasn’t there. Instead his face was red with anger.

“How could you do this? How could you be so reckless!” Roman raged.

Your heart sank with embarrassment and grief.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“Like it? Baby, why would I like you taking your blood to give to me? Do you know how dangerous this is? Do you!” You cowered under his voice, lip quivering.

“I thought you would be happy, I thought I was helping. Now you don’t have to worry about feeding or hurting anyone. I can just give blood every now and then and give it to you.” You responded, trying desperately to mend the evening.

“How did you even do this? How did you figure this out?” Roman picked up one of the bags and furiously tossed it back down.

You furrowed your brows and took a step toward your boyfriend, “OK, so don’t get mad- well, don’t get more mad I guess… but I asked Pryce-”

“You asked Pryce?” Roman shrieked, his eyes bulging from his head.

“Yes! But it wasn’t his idea, it was mine. The whole thing was my idea and all he did was help me and make sure I was safe.” You said quickly as Roman paced the length of the table in front of you.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill that stupid little prick and rip his cock off and shove it down his throat!” Roman bellowed.

“Ro, it’s not his fault,”

“It is! He let you do this! Indulged you! He fucking put a needle in your arm and touched you!” It was then that Roman finally zeroed in on the small circular band aid on the inner crook of your elbow and his face passed its red hue into bright crimson.

“Pryce never touched me! He had a lab tech help me.”

“Then I’m killing the tech, then Pryce, then everyone in that fucking nut house of a lab who knew this was happening and didn’t tell me!”

“Stop!” You shouted over Roman’s angry rant, “Enough! This wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own, apparently. I fucked up, I can see that now. But I honestly and truly thought you would love this. That you could be satiated from my blood and never worry about where the next source would come from. But hey? Guess I was wrong.”

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you turned on your heel to leave.

“(Y/N),” Roman called after you but you stuck up your hand to silence him.

“No, I just want to go to sleep. I’ll see you in bed.” And you walked up the stairs to leave your boyfriend stewing in his own ire.

Stripped from your dress and lingerie, you lay under the thick covers of the bed and mindlessly watch some old re-run of a sitcom. It had been well over an hour since you had left Roman in the kitchen and each second he stayed away was another second of heartbreak and humiliation. You still weren’t sure why Roman had blown up the way he did… sure it was risky, but nothing that you couldn’t handle. You were a grown fucking woman who knew her own limits. You had picked up the supplements Pryce had prescribed you and you had been feeling perfectly fine. If you ever started to feel any effects, you knew you would head straight to Pryce or your primary doctor.

As another commercial break washed over the screen, Roman opened the door to the bedroom and peeked his head inside.

“You OK?”

“No.”

Roman sighed as he came fully into the room and shut the door behind himself, leaning against it.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the scene down there…”

“I’m sorry, too. I should have asked you first if you would have been OK with me doing this for you.” You slumped your shoulder into the mattress.

Roman just watched you.

“I just… Roman, I really thought you would like it! I thought you might even be grateful. I really meant what I said downstairs, I would give you a star if that would make you happy, I really would. And I thought helping solve your feeding problem would make you happy, and it didn’t, so I’m sorry.”

Still Roman stayed silent, just studying you, wrapped in a coil of thick blankets. He soon walked toward the bed and sat on the corner, his back facing you. He hunched over and placed his head in his hands, gently shook it side to side.

“I was never really even that mad at you, baby. Just at Pryce, I guess. And scared…”

“Scared about what?”

“Seriously? You’re going to ask that?” Roman glowered.

You kicked your foot out to the edge he was sitting on to jostle him, “Don’t be an asshole.”

He grumbled something under his breath that you sure was unkind before he continued.

“I was obviously fucking scared because this could go wrong, alright? You could get sick or stop clotting or something! I don’t know. I don’t have to be rational when it comes to your safety and health.”

You rolled your eyes at that comment, “I thought I was being rational coming up with this idea, Roman. In my head, this would solve everything. No more leeches or starving or worrying that you’ll kill someone when it gets too much!”

Roman looked back at you, his eyes intense as your cheeks heated with your outburst.

“I just-! Fuck,” He turned back around, bouncing his knee, “I don’t want you to do this for me and something bad happening. That’s it, that’s all.”

You frown and whisper his name, just loud enough for him to hear.

“And because you went to Pryce and not me… and that no one at my own fucking company told me about this. Fucking traitors.”

You shuffled your way out from the blankets and crawled your way toward Roman, placing a gentle hand to his shoulder to gage his reaction before you moved to hug him.

“I’m not going to get hurt, I promise. Pryce told me where to buy some vitamins to keep me healthy and they have been working. I won’t continue if I start to feel sick. And if by some chance I do, you will be the first person I tell.”

Roman says nothing at first, but you knew he heard you. You placed a few simple kisses to his shoulder and wound your arms tighter around his waist, snuggling to him.

“I want to know the second you start to feel anything less than fantastic, OK? If you feel faint or nauseous or even if you have a fucking headache, alright? I’m not fucking around here.” He replied firmly.

A smile spread across your face and you pressed it to his skin, “Of course, baby. No more secrets ever again.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Roman trailed off with a sigh, but leaning into your touch.

“You know,” You started, moving around his neck to see his face, “I thought the idea of you drinking my blood was very romantic. Maybe even erotic.”

Roman moved to give you a quizzical look and you only grinned wider.

“Something about giving myself to you fully, running through your veins, letting you have all of me, you don’t think that’s romantic?”

Roman’s lips began to pull into his signature smirk, “I think I was little more taken by your erotic comment.”

You giggled and playfully bit his shoulder, “I don’t know, I think about watching you drink it… about you covered in it and knowing it’s from me,”

Roman was quick to grab you and manhandle you around him and into his lap.

“Yeah?” He asked, smirk persistent as his hands explored your body.

“Yeah… knowing you drink my blood, my cum, that you’re the only one who knows my taste… it got me all hot, baby.”

Roman groaned deep in his chest as he dug his fingers into your hips, twitching his hips up against you and making your eyes flutter.

“My baby, my girl,” He hummed, leaning forward to ghost his lips over your own, “You drive me absolutely wild.”

“All better now?”

Roman just chuckles, grinding you down onto him.

“And you’ll drink the blood?”

“Yeah, fine,” And he finally kisses you.

You knew that he was playing it off now like it was nothing, but the honesty you had shown him, and the utter devotion you had just pledged, meant something to him. It meant everything to him.

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Angels & Devils Part IV: Can You Tell Me

Tomorrow x Together Fanfiction

~ p a r t s : main post || prologue || part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13 || part 14 || part 15 || part 16 || part 17 ~ p a i r i n g : love triangle involving choi soobin and choi yeonjun ~ g e n r e : high school au | some social media au | some fluff & angst | childhood friends | love triangle ~ l a n g u a g e : English ~ w a r n i n g : contains swearing, alcohol, kissing (?) and may contain mature themes (angst, etc.) ~ a / n : This will be my first fanfic (go easy on me pls) and i’m just writing this as I go along, so bear with me juseyo The setting (place/country) of the story is up to the reader’s interpretation ~ s u m m a r y : What should she choose? Han Baby: the new girl with a troubled past MO Academy: her new high school Choi Soobin: student council president, member of the Ecosave club, volunteer at the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of the Honor Society, a vocalist in the Jazzed club, the school’s all around golden boy Choi Yeonjun: leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy with a bad rep 5 best friends, 1 new girl, 1 childhood friendship, 1 epic love triangle? What will this school year bring?

B’s first week at MO Academy had been going smoothly so far.

She rarely found herself lost around the campus since she always had Kai or at least 1 member of the student council by her side, she was able to get to know a few other people in her classes, she was able to keep track of lessons and deadlines so far, she had grown to enjoy her walks to and from school with Taehyun every day, and she was able to adjust well to living alone without her parents to watch over her or without anyone else to help around with household chores.

She actually really liked living away from her parents for the first time. The one downside was that she was starting to feel a bit lonely, especially since the apartment had 2 bedrooms, which was obviously meant to be occupied by at least 2 people. The spare room was also set up like a bedroom with a bed and a wardrobe and a desk, but she didn’t have any use for it so she never really went in it since she moved in. She mostly used it to store extra clothes.

Today, Wednesday, the boys had their first student council meeting of the year to finalize things for club recruitment day, so B walked home alone, which she didn’t really mind.

Her week was going smoothly until she received an unusual message that night, while she was lying in her bed after finishing some household chores.

B smiled as each boy sent a selfie, and laughed when she realized that all of them were holding up peace signs in their photos. She quickly saved the pictures and set each boy’s contact photo until she saw Beomgyu send more photos to the group chat.

B locked her phone and turned over in bed, her head full of thoughts of what they could do for Kai’s birthday. If it were up to her, she would take Kai to someplace special and out of the way, like the beach so that they could reminisce about their childhood memories spent along the beaches in Hawaii. But considering that there would at least be 4 other people celebrating Kai’s birthday with them, she knew it was out of the question. She was also curious about what the other boys had in mind, and she was wondering what gift she could get for her best friend.

She checked her phone one last time before shutting her lights off and drifting off to sleep.

•°•

Soobin put his phone away once the other boys sorted out their plan to keep Hyuka busy while he, B and Yeonjun stayed behind. Their last period had already ended, and they were preparing for their meeting.

“So, where do you guys wanna talk?” B asks, grabbing her bag and getting up from her seat. “I’m guessing the 3 will be hanging out at the café, so that’s not an option.” she says, referring to the café that Taehyun’s family owns and runs, which they’ve hung out at everyday after school so far, except for yesterday when the boys had their student council meeting.

“There other cafes nearby, but they’re really not as good as Kang’s.” Yeonjun says, leaning back in his seat.

“You know, there’s one place we could hold our little meeting, and we won’t even have to leave school.” Soobin says.

Yeonjun and B look at him then, curious and interested.

“Well come on then, let’s go. You can lead the way, Mr. President.” B says teasingly. Soobin visibly cringed as she did so. It wasn’t a nickname, but it was something she seemed to enjoy calling him by.

“Alright, follow me.” Soobin says, and the three make their way across the campus.

Walking across campus with Soobin and Yeonjun by her side made B remember the times in the past when she would be escorted by bodyguards hired by her parents. The dark days. She had yet to fill Kai in on the specific details, and a part of her was secretly afraid of spending one on one time with her childhood friend, dreading the moment when she would have to recount the memories that she would rather just forget.

The 2 boys had been chatting about their term project for their creative writing class, Yeonjun whining about getting paired with someone other than Soobin and Soobin in turn comforting him, and B had been so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice where they were.

“Ah, I see. Nice thinking, Soobin.” Yeonjun says, as they walk down a familiar hallway.

“What, why? Where are we going?” B asks, the hallway wasn’t familiar to her at all. It was at a part of the school near where the faculty rooms and offices were, so it wasn’t really part of the tour.

“Actually, I just remembered that I had to stop by to sign some forms that I left after the meeting yesterday, but I figured we might as well have our meeting here.” Soobin says, as they reach a set of double doors at the end of the hall. He takes a bunch of keys out of his pocket and takes a moment to sort through them before taking one and unlocking the doors.

The sign above the door read “Student Council Office.”

“Oh wow, I haven’t seen your office.” B says, realizing where they were.

“Well then, welcome to our lair.” Yeonjun says, before Soobin pushes both doors open in a dramatic fashion.

The three step inside, and B takes a moment to scan the room. There were 5 desks situated along the walls of the room, 2 desks each on 2 opposite sides of the room and 1 desk at the very end of the room, which was bigger than the other 4. Each desk had an assortment of files, papers, trinkets, and frames on them. In the center of the room was a long conference table lined with office chairs. There were 2 whiteboards on the walls filled with scribbles from past meetings with a bulletin board full of reminders and notes, and a projector screen at the end of the conference table hanging from the ceiling. The only windows in the room were behind the 1 desk at the end of the room.

Soobin goes straight to that desk and shuffles through some papers, opening the drawers as well and sorting through documents.

Yeonjun sits at the edge of the conference table and beckons B over. “Come on, Baby. Take a seat.”

“Where, though? This place is huge. And I know we’re sort of having a meeting, but isn’t a conference table for 12 a bit too much?” she says, her eyes still scanning the room. “This place is��pretty cool.”

Soobin makes his way over to the 2 with a stack of papers in his arms. “I think it’s my favorite place in the campus. We come here all the time, and we’re free to use it as much as we want, so please, just take any seat. Make yourself at home.” he says, smiling sheepishly.

“Alright, I guess.” B says, taking a seat close to the end of the table. Soobin takes the seat at the end and Yeonjun sits between the 2.

B notices that the boys seem a bit different as they take their seats. When they were seated in class, Yeonjun was usually slouched in his seat while Soobin had an elbow on his desk and his head resting on his hand. Now, seated at the student council office, they were both sitting upright. Yeonjun had both elbows resting on the table and was leaning forward, while Soobin was sitting up straight with one hand on the table and the other on his lap.

“So, B, we just wanted to talk about Hyuka’s birthday. It’s tomorrow, and we were wondering if you could help us plan something as a surprise.” Soobin says, beginning their meeting.

B felt a bit intimidated, so she found herself sitting up straight as well. “I’ll help you as much as I can, but I haven’t celebrated his birthday with him since we were kids, so I’m not sure what we can do.”

“I’m sure anything you suggest will be a big help, really.” Soobin says, smiling warmly at her.

“Okay, well honestly, I already had an idea but it’s nothing grand, I just thought it would be nice.” she admits. When she sees that Soobin and Yeonjun are focused on her intently, she continues. “I was thinking I, or we, could greet him right at midnight? Maybe drop by his place and surprise him with a cake and stuff so that as soon as his birthday begins, we’ll be there to celebrate it with him. But if it seems too hard to pull off, we don’t have to do it. Or I can do it myself, since I grew up with his sisters too so I could ask them for help.”

“That’s actually a brilliant idea.” Yeonjun says. “I’m up for it.”

Soobin nods. “So am I. We can let the guys know about it in the group chat to see if they can come with us, and B you can coordinate with his older sister Lea to see if we can come over to surprise Hyuka.”

“Alright, I’ll get in touch with her and if she gives us the go signal, I’ll let you guys know right away. I’ll buy a cake tonight, maybe you guys could bring those pop out streamers or something so it’ll be a mini celebration.”

Yeonjun nods. “Great idea, Baby. I’ll deal with food and snacks, maybe a pizza?”

“Or 4?” Soobin says, grinning sheepishly at him.

Yeonjun’s face softens as he says “You know I can’t say no to you.”

Soobin laughs and says “Thanks, Yeonjunie. I’ll try to see if I can get my hands on streamers and stuff too.”

B nods. “Okay, that’s good. Is that all you guys wanna do? I’m sure you have something in mind.”

“A party. Let’s throw him a party.” Yeonjun says. “Tomorrow’s Friday, and we don’t have school or anything the next day, so it’ll be perfect.”

Soobin nods. “I was thinking of a party as well, but where? And how will we set it up?”

“Friday’s club day, but we won’t have club meetings yet since recruitment day will be on Monday, so we’ll just have homeroom in the morning then we’ll be free for most of the day. Plus we can come in school in casual wear, since Fridays are our washday.” Yeonjun says, stating facts.

“Wait, what’s wash day?” B asks.

“It’s the one day of the week where we’re allowed to wear casual wear to school. It’s on Friday cause the school thought it would be more convenient for club day.” Soobin explains. “If we throw a party on Friday, I think we could do it at my place. It’s always available.” he offers.

“Won’t your sister be home?” Yeonjun asks.

Soobin shakes his head. “She started at University this year and moved into a dorm, and you know my parents only come home a couple of times every year, so I practically live alone now. Except for the household staff, of course.” he explains.

So he lives alone too. Like me. B thinks to herself. “At least you have household staff to keep you company. It’s actually a bit lonely, living alone.” she says wistfully.

“It really is, especially since I’ve always been close with my family. It’s a big adjustment, having everyone move away now.” Soobin admits. “You guys are always welcome to come over, though, so I’m hoping I won’t be too lonely often.” he says hopefully.

“You guys are always welcome to come visit me too, though I doubt my apartment is as big or as grand as your house.” B says teasingly. “What about you, Yeonjun? Do you live with anyone?” she asks suddenly.

“Nah, my house always feels crowded, even though it’s just me and my parents, plus the household staff. I don’t like being at home though, and I think I’d actually prefer living alone, or at least away from them.” Yeonjun responds candidly.

B was surprised by how straightforward his answer was, and by how easy it was to ask him about it. “I’m an only child too, but as much as I love my parents, I wanted nothing more than a bit of freedom, so I think I understand.” she says, sympathizing with him.

Yeonjun gives a small smile. “At least you got your freedom, Baby. And at least you can say that you love your parents. I mean, my mom’s not bad I guess but my dad is just…” he says, shaking his head. “Anyway, yeah alright, I guess we’re having Hyuka’s party at Soobin’s place.”

Soobin nods. “Yep, that’s settled. Uh, we have to think about setting up now and stuff. Decorations, food, drinks, guest list, that sort of stuff. Gifts will be handled individually, of course.” he rambles, a bit flustered from the sudden change of mood in the conversation.

“I think the main problem is keeping Kai distracted while we’re setting up the party?” B says, offering her opinion. “It’s nice that we’ll be out of school early so we’ll have more time to prepare, but that also means that we’ll have to keep him distracted for longer too.”

“Well, we could do what we did today? Split up the group, 2 of us can distract him while the rest help with party prep.” Yeonjun suggests.

“No, we’re gonna need as much hands on deck as possible with the preparations, plus I don’t think splitting up the group will be necessary. One person is all we need, and I think I know the perfect one.” Soobin says.

B raises a brow at him when she notices him staring at her with a pointed look, until it clicks in her head.

“Oh… you mean me.” she says. Looks like she’d be having her one on one time with Kai a bit sooner than she thought.

•°•

“I can’t see anything.” Beomgyu says.

“SHUSH! Hyuka might hear us.” Taehyun shushes him.

“Wait, I’ll light up the candles so we won’t be in complete darkness.” B whispers. “Hold this for a sec, please.” she whispers, passing the cake to Yeonjun as she shuffles through her bag for the lighter. She lights the candles and pokes them into the top of the cake one by one then takes the cake back into her hands. “Thanks, Yeonjun.”

“Sure thing, Baby.” he whispers, and with the candles lit she could now see that he was smiling at her. She smiles back.

“Okay, are we all ready to go? Hyuka’s room is down this hall, the 2nd door on the right.” Soobin whispers.

“We know where Hyuka’s room is, Soobin.” Beomgyu scoffs.

“I, uh, was talking to B? Are we all re—oh wait! Everyone, put these on!” Soobin whisper-shouts, opening a pack of party hats and passing them around.

“We should’ve done all this before we snuck upstairs. The lights were on in the foyer.” Taehyun whispers while securing the party hat on his head.

“Too late now.” Beomgyu mutters. “Ouch!” he then whisper-shouts, as Taehyun grabs the elastic of Beomgyu’s party hat and releases it so it slaps against his chin

“That’s enough bickering, now let’s go!” Soobin whisper-shouts, holding up his huge pop out streamer like a bazooka.

“Ah, wait, shouldn’t Baby be in front since she’s holding the cake?” Yeonjun whispers.

There’s a moment of silence as everyone thinks it through.

“Okay, cake then pizzas then egg tarts then pop out streamer then camera. So that’s me then Yeonjun then Taehyun then Soobin then Gyu at the back so he can capture everything.” B whispers, getting everyone into formation.

“Why do I have to be at the back.” Beomgyu whispers, pouting as he takes his phone out to start taking the video. “Uh, guys, it’s 12:01 already. We missed midnight.”

And with that everyone runs down the hall and barges into Kai’s room.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!” they shout as they burst through Kai’s bedroom door.

“What the—?” Kai exclaims groggily, sitting up in bed and pulling the sheets up to his shoulders.

“Hyuka, were you, um, sleeping naked?” Soobin asks awkwardly.

Kai’s face flushes red as he says “No, of course not! I’m wearing underwear!”

“Oh yeah? Prove it.” Beomgyu smirks behind the camera.

“I can’t show you my underwear.” Kai says, flustered. “Wait, are you filming this?”

“Everyone sing!” B exclaims, which the boys happily oblige to.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you!” they sing as they walk further into Kai’s room and surround his bed.

B leans forward, putting the cake as close to Kai as she could, and says “Make a wish, Ningning.”

As flustered and red as he was, Kai squeezed his eyes shut before whispering something under his breath and blowing the candles out.

Soobin lets the pop out streamer rip as Kai blows the candles out, which causes everyone to jump and someone to scream in surprise.

“Uh, that wasn’t me.” B says, as they all look each other, trying to identify who screamed.

Soobin sighs. “Okay fine, it was me.” he admits.

“But you’re the one who popped the streamer.” Kai says.

“Yeah but I wasn’t expecting a loud sound to come out so I was surprised as well.” Soobin says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Anyway, happy birthday Hyuka!”

“Thanks, everyone.” Kai says as they all start to greet him. “How’d you get in here, by the way? And what time is it?”

“I asked Lea if we could come over to surprise you, so she told one of the maids to let us in beforehand.” B explains.

“And it’s 12:13 now.” Beomgyu says.

“Oh wow, you really came over here just to greet me at midnight? Thanks, you guys.” Kai says, smiling warmly at all of them. “It means a lot to me.”

“It was B’s idea.” Taehyun says, setting the box of egg tarts on the bed and wrapping an arm around B’s shoulders. “You’re lucky to have a best friend like this one.”

B blushed, surprised by the sudden show of affection from Taehyun. “Thanks, Taehyun. I couldn’t have done this without you guys.”

“Quick, group selfie before we devour the pizza?” Beomgyu says, holding his phone up.

As everyone moves closer together around the bed to fit into frame, Kai asks “Can I at least put a shirt on first so it won’t look weird?”

“Nah, it’s fine. Everyone say Kimchi!” Beomgyu exclaims.

Kai wraps the blanket tighter up to his neck as everyone says “Kimchi!” and Beomgyu takes pictures.

“Okay, now let me put a shirt on so we can do this properly.” Kai says. “Baba, please look away.”

B scoffs. “Oh please, it’s not like I haven’t seen you shirtless before. We lived in Hawaii, remember? Beach days? Sunburns?”

Kai’s face starts to burn red as he explains, “Yeah, but things are a bit different now, Baba. We’re not kids anymore.”

“Aw, is Ningning shy?” Beomgyu says teasingly.

“Just look away for a sec, please, Baba?” Kai pleads, giving the girl puppy dog eyes.

B sighs. “Fine, because I believe in consent and respect your adolescent boy body.” she says before burying her face in his sheets. “Just let me know when it’s safe to look.”

The mini celebration went on until 1:30 in the morning, with the boys exchanging funny stories about Kai and B in turn telling the boys embarrassing childhood stories about him. The 4 pizzas were easily devoured, the egg tarts were saved by Kai for later, more pictures and videos were taken, and they had to remind themselves that they had to be at school at 8 AM, and that’s when they decided to put the birthday celebrations on pause.

Yeonjun offers to drive Beomgyu home since the two of them live in the same area, while Soobin offers to drive B and Taehyun home since he lived closer to the 2, which they happily accept.

Before B falls asleep, she remembers to put together a quick birthday greeting in the form of a tweet.

And as she wakes up the next morning, she smiles when she sees Kai’s reply, but her smile drops a bit when she remembers what she and the boys had planned for the day, and what her role in the plan was.

•°•

“No offense to MOA, like this school is great and all, but are Friday mornings always this boring?” B asks Kai and Taehyun.

They were sitting in their homeroom, which was scheduled every Friday from 8AM to 10AM. Since it was the first homeroom of the school year their teacher didn’t have much to discuss, and on a normal Friday, homeroom period was used to prepare for afternoon club activities, but since club days haven’t started yet, so they were basically just sitting and waiting to be dismissed now.

“Kinda? Don’t worry, it’ll be less boring next week since we’ll be having club day by then.” Taehyun says, trying to reassure her.

“Hang in there, Baba. There’s only 15 minutes until the bell rings anyway. After that, we can do whatever we want.” Kai says cheerfully, trying to fight the boredom.

“You mean we can do whatever you want, birthday boy.” B says, nudging his arm playfully. “Seriously, anything you wanna do? I’ve got you for the whole afternoon, right?” she asks him. She was able to guilt him into spending the whole afternoon with her by playing the ‘I’m your best friend and I’ve missed you so much and I haven’t had quality time with you since we were kids and we need to catch up’ card. It was the perfect opportunity to keep Kai distracted from the 4 other boys.

“We could hang out at my place, maybe watch a movie or nap for a bit? We kept you up pretty late earlier so I wouldn’t mind a quick nap.” B suggests. She was feeling pretty sleepy, and she wanted to feel energized for whatever the boys had planned for tonight.

“That actually sounds really really nice. I wouldn’t mind taking a quick nap, plus we can finally catch up one on one, just me and you.” Kai says, grinning at B.

“You and I.” Taehyun says, correcting Kai’s grammar. “Honestly, I’ll probably spend the whole day sleeping as well, then I’ve got to work a night shift at the café.”

Kai pouts suddenly. “Aw, what? I was hoping you guys would be free tonight, we could all have dinner together or something. My treat.” he offers.

Taehyun fights the urge to smile at how adorably clueless his friend was. “No, it’s fine. I’m glad we were able to celebrate earlier today though. But still, you can ask the other guys if you want to but I think they might be busy too.” he says.

Kai pouts, nods, and takes his phone out to text the other boys. While he’s distracted, B takes the opportunity to communicate to Taehyun.

“Night shift? Really?” she asks, mouthing the words to him behind Kai’s back.

Taehyun shakes his head at her, mouthing back “No. Made it up.” Then he holds up his hand, showing her his fingers crossed which meant he was lying when he told Kai about it.

She nods, understanding him and then gives him a thumbs up.

Just then, the bell rings. B groans and says “Finally!” as she stretches her arms above her head. “This period was a long moment of nothingness.”

Kai nods his head in agreement. “You got that right. Let’s get out of here. Tyun, you gonna walk with us?” he asks, turning to Taehyun. “You guys walk together all the time, right?”

“Yup, let’s get going. I can’t wait to spend the afternoon in bed.” Taehyun says, gathering his things. And with that, the 3 of them leave school together.

•°•

B sent a quick update to the boys as she and Kai step into her apartment. All she had to do now was make sure that he stayed within her sight for the rest of the afternoon, plus she wanted to make sure she was appropriately dressed when they left for the surprise party later. How she could get all dressed up without Kai suspecting anything might be a bit of a challenge, but she was sure she’d come up with an excuse.

“Welcome to my humble abode! When I moved in, I decorated and organized everything by myself, so sorry if it’s a bit of a mess.” B says as Kai’s eyes scan the surroundings. Upon entering the front door, the living room was the first thing that greeted everyone who stepped in. There are 3 doors on the left side, the kitchen to the right separated from the living room by a counter with bar stools set up, and there was a round table with 5 seats set up in front of a pair of sliding glass doors that led into a small balcony at the back.

“Baba, this place looks great. Not bad at all, considering it’s your first time living alone. It’s pretty spacious, too.” Kai says, stepping further into the apartment. “Quick question, how have you survived living alone? I don’t think I could do it, I’m not a very good cook.” he says as he surveys the place, trailing a hand on the kitchen counters.

“It hasn’t been very easy, and honestly I don’t really know how to cook either, so I end up having food delivered a lot or getting takeout instead.” she admits. “I swear, I tried to cook here once on the day I moved in, and I almost burned the kitchen down, so I’m probably never gonna do that again.” she says, laughing sheepishly.

Kai’s eyes widen at her revelation. “Baba! What happened? What did you do?” he asks, almost screaming at her in surprise.

“I tried to cook and then the next thing I know, my smoke detector starts beeping nonstop, then I got so distracted by trying to shut it up, I didn’t notice that the food I was cooking was burning, then the sprinklers came on and my superintendent called to ask what was going on and I had to beg him not to tell my parents about it. It was pretty funny, but yeah, I’m probably never gonna try to cook on my own ever again.” she says, laughing at how ridiculous the whole thing sounded.

“Hey, if you want, we could try cooking a quick meal now? For lunch? I’m no seasoned chef, but I know a thing or two. You deserve to eat a homecooked meal at least once in your own home, after all.” he offers, as he starts rummaging through the fridge. “You got any rice?”

As Kai starts to scrap together ingredients from B’s almost-bare kitchen drawers and shelves, he goes into full focus and even puts on an apron. Whenever B asks him if there was anything she could do to help him, he just waves her off.

She takes a seat on one of the stools at the counter and snaps a quick picture of her bestfriend and she composes a tweet.

“Hey, remember that one time when we were still kids and we tried to cook eggs?” B asks as she puts her phone down. “I think we were at your place, we snuck into the kitchen while the maids weren’t looking, and we had to stand on stools just so we could reach the stove.”

Kai nods, though he still had his eyes focused on his cooking. “I remember you ended up with a burn on your arm cause it accidentally brushed against the pan, and when the maids caught us, you were trying so hard not to cry so they wouldn’t see your burn.”

“Oh yeah, I did get burned that day.” B says, then she lifts the sleeve of her sweater until she spots the barely-there mark just above her wrist. “Ah, memories.”

“You know, I still regret doing that.” Kai admits.

“What? Why? That was such a fun day, I miss being able to come over to each other’s houses and just playing around.” B says.

“Yeah, but the cooking was my idea, and you got hurt because of it.” Kai says, looking at her then with regret. “I know I said it a million times that day, but I’m sorry Baba.”

B scoffs, dismissing his apology. “Come on, it’s fine. I barely felt it anyway, and that was ages ago. Look, it’s your idea to cook today too, and I don’t think anything could go wrong since you’re not letting me do anything to help around the kitchen.”

“That’s cause I wanna make sure that nothing like that happens again.” Kai admits. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this. Just keep talking to me so I won’t feel too bored.” he requests.

“Alright then, anything you wanna talk about?” B asks, resting her elbows on the counter and leaning forward.

“What exactly happened to you last year?” Kai asks suddenly. B’s heart drops and she feels the knots in her stomach start to form, even though she knew he’d want to hear about it soon. “All you said was something about your family and your dad’s job and stuff, but I could tell you were having a really tough time so I didn’t want to push you into telling me all about it back then. And I guess I understand if it’s still something you’d rather not talk about, but as your best friend I’m just worried about you.”

B takes a deep breath, preparing herself to recount the bad experience. “Okay, I’ll tell you now, but to be completely honest with you, the whole thing was a bit of a blur for me too.”

Kai looks at her with his brows furrowed. “What do you mean? Like, you don’t remember what happened?”

B shakes her head. “No, it’s not like that. I remember what happened, I guess I just don’t understand why or the reason behind it? Or what exactly was going on?”

“Okay, I am very confused right now. If this is your way of saying that you’re not comfortable with talking about it, then it’s fine with me, you really don’t have to tell me.” Kai says, trying to sound comforting.

“No, Ninging, I promise I’m gonna tell you everything I know. The thing is, I don’t know much. How do I begin to explain this…” B wonders aloud, sighing before saying “Okay, do you remember what my dad’s job is?”

Kai nods, his eyes focused on his work in the kitchen. “He’s a lawyer, right?”

“Yup, he’s one of the most high-powered lawyers in the country, he works at CNK, which is a globally recognized law firm. He deals with a lot of high profile clients and is one of the most sought-after attorneys for classified cases, usually for big companies with dirty little secrets.” B explains.

Kai nods again, keeping his eyes focused on his work. “Okay, so what does your dad’s work have to do with you?”

“Everything, I think. At the time, my dad was working on a big classified case. I could tell it was big cause he only went home to sleep, shower, and then he was off to work again. I’ve never shown interest in the cases he works on because it’s his business, and it’s not like he’s allowed to talk about them anyway cause they’re usually classified.” B sighs as she realizes that she was starting to ramble, subconsciously stalling.

“Anyway, he was working on this one case, and I didn’t think it was a big deal, but one night he came home looking really shaken, like he was terrified. We usually have dinner together, me and my parents, but when he got home that night he and my mom immediately went up to his office. I tried my best to listen from outside the door, but at first I could barely hear anything, as if they were whispering. Then suddenly, I can hear my mom start to shout things like ‘drop this case right now,’ ‘what am I supposed to do’ and the one that sent chills down my spine was when she said ‘what about our Baby, what if they come for her?’” she says, trying her best to keep her voice stable.

“‘What if they come for her?’ What’s that supposed to mean?” Kai asks, his brows pulled together as he was trying to process everything she was telling him.

“I think there was a death threat.” B forces herself to say out loud.

There’s a moment of silence as Kai’s hands freeze, and B swore she could hear her heart pounding. She started counting her breaths, trying to slow them down as Kai looks up at her, his eyes meeting hers.

“You think there was a death threat?” he asks, repeating her words.

She nods slowly. Taking a shaky breath before continuing. “Yeah, that’s the only explanation I can think of for what happened, because since that night I’ve had bodyguards with me everyone I went. Outside my bedroom, at the dining table, they’d even be waiting for me outside my classroom and walking with me around school. Not only that, my parents put me on complete lockdown. I was only allowed to go out to school, then I’d be taken straight home. I mean, my parents were always a bit strict, but this was insane.”

“That sounds really rough, Baba. And it sounds scary.” Kai says, looking at her full of concern.

“It really was. I felt like I was suffocating, cause I never got a moment to myself. The bodyguards wouldn’t leave me alone, and of course everyone at my school started to act like total dicks because of it. Stories started going around, my friends started avoiding me because of the rumors, everyone probably thought I was a criminal or something because they all started treating me like an outcast. And I really felt like I was.” B says, remembering the stares she got at her old school.

“The kids at your old school are all idiots for judging you like that.” Kai says.

B sighs. “I don’t blame them, if a student at school suddenly showed up flanked by 2 bodyguards everywhere, I’d probably be weirded out too. But the worst part is, I don’t know why it all happened. My parents were very adamant about not telling me anything. All they said was ‘it’s for your own good.’”

“Oh wow, so they never explained anything to you? They put you through that shit without even telling you why?” Kai asks in disbelief. “I always knew uncle and aunty were a bit strict, but that’s just cruel.”

“Well if it was really a death threat, I guess they just didn’t wanna scare me. It got better once my dad’s firm won the case though. Again, I don’t know what exactly happened, but at the end of the school year my dad won the case, my parents eased up on my bodyguards, but the damage was done. I lost my friends, I was seen as a weirdo at school, and I felt so frustrated and suffocated that I just wanted to get away.” B continues. It was the first time she had said all of this out loud, and as shaken as she was, she felt a lot better to finally let it out.

“So that’s why you begged your parents to let you transfer schools? And move out of the house?” Kai says, finally understanding.

B nods. “Wow, I feel much better letting it all out now.” she says, taking a deep breath. “I’m just glad my parents let me do it. I think they only agreed because they felt bad about the whole thing, but ever since you mentioned when you walked me home the other day, I really do think that they might have secretly hired security to look after me.” she says, laughing at how ridiculous the whole situation sounded.

“You know what? Come here.” Kai says, motioning her over to his side of the kitchen. She stands and walks over to him and is surprised when he suddenly pulls her into his chest and wraps his arms around her.

“Ningning? Wha—?” she starts, but then he hugs her tighter and shushes her.

“Shut up and let me hug you for a moment, alright?” he says, and she feels his body rumble as he laughs. “Listen here, Baba. While I’m around, I promise I won’t let anything hurt you. You got that?”

B tries to relax into the hug, but he was so tall and he was holding her so tight that her face was buried in his chest and she was starting to have a hard time breathing so she lifts her head up and takes a deep breath before saying “Got it. Thank you, Ningning. That means a lot to me.” she says, smiling up at him.

They stay that way for a while longer before she says “Um, I think your food is burning.”

Kai jumps and screams then, panicking as he tries to save his cooking.

The two of them spend the rest of the afternoon picking out the unburnt parts of Kai’s cooking to eat, lying around the couch and chatting with some cheesy Netflix series playing in the background before they fall asleep.

B wakes up when she hears her phone ringing. She notices that the sky was much darker, and she panics when she sees the time and the notifications from Soobin.

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cupidmarwani-archive · 5 years

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Do My Hands Deceive Me (1/5)

Summary: After leaving the military, Ethan takes a job as a bodyguard.

Warnings: Drug usage, unhealthy coping, self harm via sex

REBLOGS > LIKES

When Ethan first applies to the job, he definitely doesn’t know what he’s getting into.

He just needs something to do with himself, after the navy, and his skills lend well to being a bodyguard. He has a concealed carry permit, he’s trained in hand-to-hand combat, and he’s got amazing reflexes. Not to brag, of course, but he’s good at what he does, and this feels like the logical next step. Here, in front of a large intimidating desk, wearing his nicest suit and keeping his posture military rigid as he’s asked question after question by the senator.

“You do need to know,” she says, “that my son is… difficult.”

“Difficult how?”

She shifts uncomfortably in her chair. “He’s about your age, but he- he never really matured, if that makes sense. He’s impulsive, and he likes to party, and his last three or four bodyguards have just quit. Crockett doesn’t think. He gets in a lot of trouble and he likes to ditch security.”

Sounds exactly like the sort of rich, spoiled little bastard Ethan figured he’d wind up looking after. This isn’t just a job, though, it has become a challenge. The people before him couldn’t handle Crockett Marcel, but Ethan will. He’s dealt with his fair share of entitled assholes who think they no best.

“I’m sure it won’t be a problem, Ms. Marcel. I’m known for my patience.”

“I hope so.” She sends a message on her phone. “Crockett’ll be here in just a minute. I’ll have the contract emailed to you to go over. If you decide to stay at the end of the month, we’ll make things official.”

One month to prove he can handle Crockett Marcel. One month of making four thousand (four thousand!) dollars and if he’s still up for it, it goes up to five. Plus health care, and a car, and he gets to live in the senator’s mansion so he can keep an eye on Crockett. It’ll be demanding, but Ethan has always loved a challenge. Worst thing that happens is he declines the contract in thirty days.

And then Crockett arrives, walking lazily through the door in a pair of oversized sweatpants slipping down his body, mismatched socks, and no shirt. There’s a tattoo on his arm too. And he’s beautiful, for lack of a better word. Wide eyes and heavy lashes, smooth skin, full lips, nose and jaw cut from the finest marble, bedhead messing his soft hair. He’s like something out of a film. And with the way he lets the waistband of his sweatpants slip down a little more, probably an adult one.

Ethan gets to his feet and holds out his hand. “Ethan Choi, nice to meet you.”

“Aren’t you polite?” Crockett shakes his hand. “Crockett Marcel. You this month’s lackey?”

“Bodyguard.”

“Hmm.”

Crockett turns on his heel and walks out, leaving Ethan to trail behind at Ms. Marcel’s nod. He walks like he knows all the attention he commands, like he expects everyone to watch how his waist tapers and disappears, like he knows people are desperate to see beneath the waistband. Brat. But a beautiful one who yawns as they turn down a hallway.

“I give it a week.”

“I’m sorry?”

He looks over his shoulder as he opens a door. “I don’t think you’ll last a week as my new bodyguard. You’re too uptight.”

Ethan laughs and follows Crockett into the room. It’s a bedroom, kept clean undoubtedly by a maid, but it screams Crockett. The covers on the four poster are dark, and there are posters and pictures up on the wall. An ashtray beside the bed still has a home rolled joint sending smoke up into the air, bringing a heavy scent into the air that makes Ethan want to cough. And then, of course, Crockett drops his pants to the ground and steps out of them, definitely not wearing any underwear.

“Woah.”

“If it bothers you, don’t look.”

He starts rummaging through his dresser for clothes, tossing them one by one toward his bed with little accuracy. Skinny jeans, a mesh top, and something that’s probably underwear but isn’t that much fabric. Because of course Crockett’s like this. Difficult may be an understatement.

Crockett starts with the underwear, a jock strap, as it turns out. It frames his ass beautifully, making it look round and perky and Ethan really wants to just get his hands on him. Thinking about it makes him feel like a pervert, so he focuses his gaze on the wall.

“I’m going to a party tonight. Don’t scare off my friends.”

It takes him a lot of jumping and wiggling to get his jeans up his legs. The mesh top only takes a second, and somehow feels more illicit than a bare chest as Crockett ruffles his hair again. The mess must be part of his look. Then, as Ethan watches, he picks up his joint and takes a long drag before blowing smoke up into the air, furthering the stuffiness of the room. Someone should open a window from time to time.

“You can have anything you want from the bar,” Crockett says, leading the way back out of the room. “They’ll put it on my tab. You can let loose, have a little fun.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I won’t be drinking.”

Crockett rolls his eyes and grabs Ethan’s hand to pull him along faster. He’s warm to the touch, deceptively strong. And these jeans really do look good on him. Right now, still smoking on his walk through the house, Crockett is a disaster waiting to happen and a pretty boy who knows exactly how he looks to the world.

The SUV they get into already has a driver waiting, and Crockett winks when Ethan opens the door for him. Going out in a suit isn’t ideal, but if all goes well, he’ll be able to pay for dry cleaning, and probably even a new suit. And he has his gun holstered at his side in case of emergency. This won’t be too bad, even as Crockett decides to use Ethan’s lap as his own personal foot rest.

“So, Ethan Choi,” Crockett says, snubbing his joint in the cupholder, “how did you wind up here?”

“I used to be a SEAL, and an old friend of mine said your mother was hiring. I thought it might help me settle in,” he answers. Instantly Crockett’s eyes light up and he leans forward. “What?”

“You could probably break me in half,” he says dreamily.

There’s got to be something seriously wrong with this man. “You need to calm down.”

Crockett waves a hand dismissively and relaxes again, humming to himself until they arrive at the club. It’s just past dinner time, a bit early to go clubbing, but Crockett is practically bouncing as Etha lets him out of the car and trails him to the door. He leaves a respectful few feet between them, but watches closely. This is a test, a chance for everyone to find out how seriously he takes his job and if he can actually protect Crockett. If not from others, then from himself.

The bouncer waves them both in immediately, and there’s a surprising amount of people already on the floor or at the bar. It’s loud, between their conversations and the music, and for a moment Ethan loses track of Crockett. It makes his heart stop. But he quickly finds him again, standing at the edge of the dance floor with his arms around some man’s neck. It’s not enough to worry yet, but Ethan keeps a close eye on them from against the wall. He doesn’t blend in, but that’s because he had no warning. So he watches, and he thinks. Was Crockett already planning on coming here, or was it an impulse decision? He doesn’t know him well enough yet to be able to tell.

But he’s able to notice that Crockett’s doing something he shouldn’t be. He hands a couple crisp bills to the man he was dancing with and, in return, receives a little baggie of white powder. Their deal finishes with a kiss, sloppy and dirty with the other man’s hand grabbing Crockett’s ass hard for the duration. Jesus. Ethan shakes his head and approaches, holding his hand out expectantly when Crockett notices him.

“Want a line?” Crockett asks, half smiling. His lips are swollen and his eyes alight. “You’ll have to roll your own little straw, sharing is gross.”

“Hand me the bag.”

Crockett scoffs, but places the drugs in Ethan’s open palm without much of a fight. “You know, you’re no fun.”

“Behave.”

“Gonna do something about it, sweetheart?”

He rolls his eyes and Crockett goes back into the crowd. Ethan keeps an eye on him, but his thoughts stray to what it is that made Crockett this way. The drugs, the partying. According to the senator, he’s about thirty, thirty five. He’s acting like he’s still in his early twenties. Something had to have happened, or not happened, to make him like this. He doubts Crockett will open up about it, just like that.

The rest of the night, Crockett drinks, smokes, dances. He doesn’t buy any more drugs, at the very least. It goes on until even Ethan is tired, and then Crockett is stumbling to the door on the arm of a guy who’s tipsy, but nowhere near as shit faced. Ethan walks after them, all sorts of alarm bells going off, as they make it to the car. He lets Crockett into the car, and is about to shut the door, but Crockett whines and bats lightly at Ethan’s arm.

“Nooo, he’s coming home too.”

Against his better judgement, Ethan lets the man in.

And then spends the twenty minute ride sitting beside the two as they make out, Crockett occasionally moaning, the man’s hand down his skinny jeans. Difficult. Ethan stares out the window and pretends not to notice, and when they get home, trails them up the stairs to Crockett’s room.

Crockett closes and locks the door behind them, keeping Ethan out.

He stands there, on guard, waiting, and listens for an hour as Crockett moans and screams, as the headboard slams against the wall, as the man moans too, as the sounds get quieter and then, the door flings open. The man looks Ethan up and down, nods, and leaves.

Ethan peeks into the room and his heart breaks.

Crockett’s shirt is still on, his jeans halfway off. There’s a mess all over him. His face has a bright hand print on it. It looks like a crime scene, not the aftermath of sex, but when Ethan approaches, Crockett smiles up at him and wipes the mess off himself with one of his plush pillows.

“Are you okay?”

“Never better.”

Somehow, he doesn’t believe him. “Did that man hurt you?”

“First time around the block?” Crockett sits upright and reaches into his nightstand, pulling out a plastic lighter and another homemade joint. “Some people like it rough, Ethan. Get used to it.”

#charcel #ethan choi #crockett marcel #chicago med #mine #fic #mhd!fic

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Bad Things Happen Bingo fill #6 Prompt: Burns Fandom: Original Requested by: @dragonheart905 Character(s): Crow, Atheos Word count: 858 Continued from bthb #5  Crow wakes to a shadow falling across him, blocking the fading beams of rosy gold late afternoon sun. His eyelids flutter uncertainty. He can barely keep them open and his lips are cracked, bleeding when he tried to move them to drag in a breath of the stinging hot air.  “What is it?”, someone shouts from a distance. The shadow speaks, calling back. “Looks like another one of those maniac’s victims. Escaped somehow. Looks like he’s been out here a while.” The shadow kneels down at Crow’s side and he feels the smooth edge of a canteen being put to his lips as his head is lifted carefully.  The water is warm and metallic tasting, but to Crow it’s the best thing he’s ever had to drink. He gulps it down even though it stings his dry, irritated throat- afraid that it’s going to be taken from him.  “Woah slow down, take it easy”, the person moves the bottle away and Crow leans forward, desperately chasing it. But when he does, his whole body feels like it’s on fire and he slumps back, gasping in pain.  “Hey! Can I get a hand over here?!” the person with the water yells, and Crow flinches. But there’s an answering call and suddenly there’s more voices, more shadows.  “I don’t know-” one drawls skeptically. “It’s in pretty rough shape, probably be a waste of resources.”  “Oh shut up Rivers, nobody asked for your opinion.”  “Look let’s just get ‘em back to the caravan and ask the boss what he thinks. But I know he’ll agree with me. We can’t pick up every stray we come across, y’know that.”  “But we cant leave him here. He’ll die.”  “Didn’t say nothin’ bout leavin’ ‘em here. Looks like burns to me, and the sun didn’t help none. C’mon, grab his legs.”  Together, the two strangers heave Crow up, but it doesn’t take much effort. Crow is as light as a feather. But with the movement, the burns crack and every touch is painful. Crow tips his head back and wheezes, eyes shut tightly as the two carry him.  “Boss ain’t gonna like you draggin’ in another uninterestin’ stray Theo- ya can’t fix everyone.” “But I can try.”  — Crow fades in and out of consciousness as the the people take him somewhere. He’s burnt, both from the fire and the sun, and he can’t feel his hand outside of the constant throbbing of pain. He thrashes weakly against their hold, and even when he’s put down on something… not hard, he still fights. It hurts, it won’t stop- No more hands, no more strangers touching him please. Please- pl-  Someone forces something down his throat. It’s cool and vaguely sweet, and suddenly he’s not fighting anymore. He falls limp and drifts- before sinking into unconsciousness.  When he wakes, there’s something strange. He feels like he’s moving. With each rattle and bump, he winces, but finally opens his eyes. There’s a canvas ceiling above him, with bunches of dried herbs and pots hanging from the wood bows holding the canvas up. He’s in a wagon of some kind.  Crow tries to sit up with a pained wheeze, but there’s someone at the side of his makeshift cot who carefully pushes him back down. “Careful there- you don’t want to make any of the wounds worse.” The voice is kind, which immediately puts Crow on edge. You can never trust someone who’s like that. They always want something for their help.  Some of the burns are loosely bandaged, others have a thick paste smeared on them that’s starting to dry and crumble. Some only have cool damp cloths. Crow’s hand is bandaged too, set and splinted. And he finally gets a good look at the person sitting nearby.  Ginger, freckled, and a pair of feathered wings folded up behind him. He must have been caught staring because the other starts talking. “I’m Atheos”, the winged man says, pointing to himself. I’m a healer. The other guy was Jesse. He’s… muscle. Hired. I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but it would be useful knowing your name?”  Crow shakes his head slightly. It hurts to move, but he brings his non broken hand up and lightly touches his throat, then shakes his head again. He can’t speak.  “Oh- I see. Well that makes things a little more difficult- but I suppose I don’t need to tell you that. I guess just rest for now. When you’re able to move around, I’m supposed to take you to see the boss…” Atheos grabs a bottle of water and holds it to Crow’s mouth. “Careful- drink it slow. But yeah the boss- he wants to see you. Got some questions…” the winged man trails off and gives a not so subtle glance to Crow’s exposed tattoo. But for now. Rest.”  There must have been more of whatever knocked Crow out the first time in that water, because try as he might, his eyelids wouldn’t stay open. They knew. Whoever these people were, hey knew that symbol and he had the horrible feeling that they were going to send him back.

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Let Me Memorize Your Eyes

Chapter Ten: Ding.

Rating: NR

Chapter: 10 /?

Word Count: 2005

Warnings: Mentions of fire and burn scars

Notes: Hey!! I am soo sorry it has been so long since the last time I uploaded. I recently moved for school and it has taken a while to get used to everything. Culture shock set in towards the end of week two so that was great.Anyway, I am sorry this is a shorter chapter than I would have liked but, I wanted to post something before 2038. The next chapter will be a good one, I promise and HOPEFULLY up by monday,,, we'll see!

Chapter Summary: In a heated game of Mario Kart, Dan gets a text message.

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[Start at the Beginning]

For the past two weeks, Dan has been walking Phil back to his flat at then end of every night. It makes the days pass by slow and the nights go by unbearably fast but, Dan wouldn’t change it for anything. Their talks about life and passions; what they want out of their futures and what they hide from their past. It's all been slowly coming out of the boys but, everything they have been hiding from and keeping in the dark is all starting to come to the surface.

Dan hasn't felt this comfortable with someone in a long time. Carol felt safe but, she lost comfort along the way. Dan felt like he could tell Phil anything and everything; an old movie cliche but, it was true. Phil could make him laugh and smile; just about anything revolving around Phil could make Dan smile though. It was the happiest he has been in a long time and Dan didn’t want to screw it up.

Dan caught feelings for Phil and ever since he started walking him home, the feelings grew at an alarming rate. It felt like a rollercoaster; going up to the first drop was butterfly filled and then the drop takes your butterflies and makes them completely disappear but it takes everything else with it. Yet when the next drop comes, you just go with it; the anticipation and unknown still remains but, it's a hell of a lot of fun when it’s over.

Phil was one of a kind and Dan didn’t want to let him slip away; he laughed at stupid puns and made even dumber ones. He wore mismatched socks and never ties his shoelaces quite right. He had a fringe most days but, secretly wore a quiff when he thought no one would see. He dyes his hair black and it complements his pale skin. He covers his mouth with his hands when he starts to really laugh and he does this weird thing with his hands when he tries to put them in his pockets. Those things were endearing and Dan picked up on them everytime Phil did them. Dan couldn’t help his heart from fluttering when he sees that man smile or say something incredible inappropriate on accident.

Phil can get his heart racing from zero to a hundred and once it maxes out, it doesn’t go back down. Dan’s face is always flushed and now Becca has picked up on it. She knows they walk back home together but, Dan hasn’t told her anything else. Even though, she asks more about Phil than she does about Dan. She wants the gossip and Dan just doesn't want to give it up. Whatever it is that he has with Phil is something special and unique; it was Dan’s happy place and he didn't want to give it up even if they were just friends.

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It was Saturday and Dan actually had the day off. They had managed to find a new hire at the shop, however, Dan had grown partial to the evening shift...or rather the man he got to walk home every night he worked it. But, the schedule did change and Dan didn’t have to work as much anymore.

He sat in his living room wearing his black Calvin Klein's with a switch remote in his hands racing other players in Mario Kart. He had a glass of tea balancing on the arm of his sofa that’s now gone cold as the races continued, one after another. His curly hair was pushed up in quiff fashion and his eyebrows were drawn together in a scowl.

“Get out of the fucking way!” Dan screamed at his TV set while waving his left hand in frustration. “Can people learn how to pl-”

Ding.

Dan was in such a rage that he almost didn’t hear his phone beep. He paused the game and looked around for his phone. He knew he was getting to invested into the game when it brought out actual rage so he grabbed his now not-so-hot tea and sat back into the sofa. Reaching over to his left, he swiped his phone that was laying face down on the spot next to him.

He had a text message.

It was from Phil.

Dan’s stomach dropped and his heart started to race a little faster. His face heated up and he knew that the red patch on his cheek would soon be a key feature to his face.

Phil (with one L): Hey Dan! I know we don’t talk much outside of the cafe but, i was just wondering if you wanted to go do something with me tonight? Maybe a movie? Or even dinner?

Ding.

Phil (with one L): I know it’s Saturday so you probably already have plans

Phil (with one L): so feel free to say no

Phil (with one L): (...)

Phil (with one L):

Dan’s face was decorated with a smile that only makes its appearance when Phil was involved. Phil just asked him to go out with him,,, well not like out, out but like just go with him to do something and Dan was ecstatic. Any thought of Mario Kart has completely vanished from train of thought and now all he saw was Phil.

Dan: hey phil! I would love

No, too strong.

Dan: hey phil! I would be

“So fucking excited actually,” Dan said out loud with a huff of breath twiddling his thumbs over the touch screen of his phone instead of texting it out.

Dan: that would be great i dont have any plans tonight so im all yours

Dan hit send and threw his phone towards the other end of the couch. His stomach was still hovering above his head when his phone beeped. He flung himself over to were his phone was laying and his palms grew sweaty. He picked his phone up and slowly turned it around to view the notification.

Carol: I saw this on the way to work this morning and it reminded me of you

Dan scrolled to see that she had sent him a picture of a Bowser action figure that was laying face down on on the sidewalk.

What the hell?

Dan typed out a quick reply about how that was actually him in his natural form and set his phone back down with the face of the phone resting on the couch.

Carol and him talk regularly. Things never went south and there wasn't a falling out; they remained friends and even became better at communication now that the pressures of a relationship were no longer present. However, she was not the person that he was looking for a response from at this moment.

Dan sat and tapped his foot, twiddled his thumbs, rocked back and forth, did whatever fidget that he could while sitting on the sofa and he still hadn’t gotten a reply back. It was going to drive him mad. Had Phil not liked his reply? Did phil find someone else to go with because Dan took to long thinking about what to say? Did Phil send it to Dan by accident? Maybe he really didn’t want Dan to go with him tonight; maybe it was a mistake.

Dan hopped up into a standing position and ran his hands through his curly hair. He decided that no matter what or even if Phil replied, he should actually get dressed for the day even if was past noon. He headed for his bathroom and looked in the mirror. He was a mess. His face was flushed and palms where clammy; he looked like a wreck. He turned his shower on and let the water heat up while he undressed which didn’t take very long because he wasn’t wearing much to begin with. He left his phone sitting in the lounge because he was the type of person that would check his phone a million times even while in the shower just to double check to make sure he didn’t miss the ding of a new message.

The hot water started to steam and the mirror was no longer a reliable source of reflection. Standing naked, Dan stepped into the shower. The water caressed his body in a gentle manner and his muscles started to relax at the pressure. He let the water cascade down his face, washing away his worry. He ran his hands over his arms and up to his shoulders only to find them in his hair. He opened his eyes and a white mist surrounded him, comforting him. He grabbed the bottle of soap and poured a decent amount onto his palms.

Reaching back up to his hair, he couldn’t help but see the scars that littered his body. His ribs, shoulders, arms; they all had the remains of severe burn marks. Red and painful at times, his body was a constant reminder of everything he lost and everything that fire took. A flash of red and orange appeared in his eyes; that morning replaying again and again. The screams and faces of those around and the fingers pointing towards the burning bakery. Hearing screams of panic as his grandpa was stuck inside the burning building and the smell of smoke as Dan hurled himself into the flames towards his mentor. Debris falling in flames while the fire took more of Dan’s heart as well as the room. Hitting him as he moved through the heat, the next thing that he remembers is blackness; a nothingness.

A white light waking him up only to tell him his grandfather didn't make it and the store was reduced to a pile of charcoal. His childhood and local hero was gone and Dan was stuck in a hospital bed; bound and wrapped for burns.

Staring out of the window that no longer held functionality, Dan was brought back to the present; his present. The shower that once held comfort and worth just felt empty and cold. He turned the water off and grabbed the towel that was sitting on the sink. Drying his scar littered body off, he headed to his bedroom to find something to wear. He settled for a black hoodie, ripped black jeans, and a pair of fuzzy socks. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he then remembered that he was waiting for a text from Phil. He jumped up and basically ran for the lounge; his hands glided across the walls as he sped through. Acting like a school-aged child, he dover for his phone. Scrolling through random notifications from tumblr and twitter; random texts from family, he had not gotten one from Phil. He leaned his head down and sighed.

The rest of the day, he kept himself busy. He did the laundry and cleaned his room, washed the dishes and put them away. Went to the store to get random things and organized his pantry. Still nothing; no ding or beep or flutter. Dan forgot how tiring having a crush was.

He sat down on the sofa and decided that he wasn't going to hear back from Phil tonight. He got on tumblr and starting rebloging; dogs, cats, text posts; memes, anything. Once Dan had forgotten about the text, he got one.

Ding.

Phil (with one L): Hey sorry about that, my meeting with the art gallery lasted longer than expected. How’s about we do both? Send me your address and I'll be there at 6!

Dan hastley typed up his address and could have screamed while doing so.

He spent the next 2 hours pacing back and forth and changing his outfit about 5 times only to go back to what he had on originally. He was getting more nervous with every passing second and his curls were getting more prominent the more he got anxious. He tried the internet hoping it would take his mind of things, and it did for a while until he heard his doorbell ring.

#lmmye #phan fic #phanfic #phan #dip and pip #dnp #artist/baker au #slow burn #strangers to friends #friends to lovers #happy ending #i promise #ao3 #fanfiction #alternate universe

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astrofireworks · 6 years

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okay so the ex that will Not Leave me Alone texted me yet again and my sister got pissed and edited this photo of youngbin into this and said “make it your display picture right now so he thinks you’re dating someone and stops texting you” and i just: a binu version

so bin broke up with his ex about a year ago

and it’s been a year, you’d think his ex would Get Over It Already but

text received from [binandme] 2:27am: “hey wanna meet up? it's been a while haha“

apparently not

bin sending a screenshot to rocky bc heck how is his ex’s username still ‘binandme’ that’s just lowkey embarrassing

rocko: “oh god when !! will he stop !!!!”

rocko: “listen buddy you gotta do something”

bin: ??????

rocko: “pretend ?? you have another boyfriend already”

bin: “okay listen that’s cute and all but i don’t have another boyf-”

cue rocky scowling because jesus bin, all you have to do is pretend

rocky going on instagram and bumming around on their university location tag until he finds a picture of someone cute

rocky checking out his profile and deciding that hey, not a bad choice

all he needs to do is maybe edit out a couple things but this guy looks hella Boyfriend

wheezes

and their university’s big enough that they’ll literally never run into each other so this eunwoo guy will never know !!!!!

rocky’s brain, pleased: good concept, rocky!

and so Real Friend Rocky gets to work

after i told her about it my roommate had a dream she pushed my ex off a building i cried laughing

image received from [reliablerock] 2:53am

bin: “what”

bin: “w ho”

bin: “who is that”

rocko: “your new boyfriend”

and so bin sets it as his display picture because hey, why not? if it works, it works and he’ll never have to get another message from his ex again

also this guy is really cute, what with his sparkling eyes and the way he looks like he’s holding bin’s hand so he doesn’t really mind

im not saying that picture still makes me cry but

and then bin forgets all about it and goes about his life

until one day he’s at dance practice

one of the guys asking for his username on kkt so they can set up a good extra practice time that works for the both of them

bin tossing his phone over so that jinjin can add him on kkt

jinjin texting bin later that night

jinjin squinting at bin’s display picture on his own phone and huh, that guy looks really familiar

hey that’s,,,,,, that’s his roommate,

jinjin, looking over his shoulder at where eunwoo’s typing away at his homework: “hey, how do you know moonbin?”

eunwoo: “bin???? who??”

jinjin: “you’re set as his display picture on kkt, don’t you know him??”

evidently not

text received from [chxeunwoo] 8.48pm: “hey, is there a reason why my face is your display picture”

wait this is too long i’m shuffling it under a read more

cue bin falling out of his chair

because !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wow he was Unprepared for this shit

bin: o shit,

bin: “my ex keeps contacting me so my best friend thought it’d be a good idea to edit a photo of someone he found off the internet so i could set it as my display picture to pretend he’s my boyfriend?”

bin: “but also i’ll take it down rn if you don’t like it i don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything”

eunwoo frowning and considering it carefully

also eunwoo going on jinjin’s facebook profile to go stalk around and see if he can find a photo of bin

ooooooh bOy did he find a photo of bin

jinjin squinting suspiciously at where his roommate is suddenly blushing and choking

but listen eunwoo is a man who knows his opportunities and he is a man who knows how to grab them

eunwoo: “so would u like 2 meet up and take Actual Boyfriend Pictures”

bin:

eunwoo:

eunwoo: “just for pretence of course”

not at all because he thinks bin is cute (!!!) or anything

not at all

:~)

eunwoo: “i mean, if you keep one picture of your ‘boyfriend’ all the time without updating it and it doesn’t even have your face in it how believable is it going to be?”

bin: dammit bit c h you right !!

eunwoo: :~)))))))

and so bin and eunwoo set up a date meeting to take ‘couple’ photos

and bc it’s near christmas and everything so they meet up at this holiday market thing in a nearby park

and it’s real cute !! with all the string lights everywhere and lil shops selling trinkets and stuff

bin standing by where they agreed to meet and just looking around

until he turns around and comes face to face with ???????? an angel

at first he wants to laugh bc wow christmas market taking this a lil too far, hiring extra angels just to make it more festive??

but he knows that face too well he’s been staring at it as his display picture for the past couple weeks

eunwoo choking because wow if he thought jinjin’s dance buddy was cute before

it’s nothign compared to this !!!!!!!!!!

with the soft light from the christmas lights overhead and his eyes sparkling

and he’s sayign something and eunwoo’s not catching any of it bc he’s too busy staring o shit what how shi !

eunwoo:

eunwoo: “sorry could u repeat that again i was uh,,,,,”

bin already slightly embarrassed bc it wasn’t important it was just him blurting out an “o my god u look great”

but he really does, bin thinks

he’s in a soft white turtleneck and bin thinks that whoever invented turtlenecks and said it was okay to put it on this man was Hella Right Wrong

but also

bin’s brain: error 404 not found what is this guy’s voice let bin know please !!!!!!! what kind of beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10/10 wouldn’t mind real dating

and it’s only when someone coughs and brushes past eunwoo that they both realise that they’re blocking a pathway

bin flushing and grabbing eunwoo’s hand and tugging him aside

eunwoo: !!!!

the both of them exploring the market together bc hey, if you wanna take cute pics u gotta have props right

cue them getting churros to share

bin getting disproportionally excited bc !!!!!!!!! LOOK

CHURROS

WITH CHOCOLATE DIPPING SAUCE

THE B O M B !!!!!!!!

eunwoo laughing bc he’s never seen someone so excited over food before what a heckin cutie

binnie’s eyes are bright and his lips are curved into a smile and !!!!!! he just looks so happy and soft and beautiful lookin at his churros

@ fantagio bring back eatbin pls & thanks

eunwoo can’t help it, he takes his phone out and snaps a picture bc this boy just looks so content with his food

and it’s a p good picture, if eunwoo says so himself, with bin looking down at his churros and the shops blurry in the background and bin’s face softly illuminated by the lights overhead

bin looking up and blinking bc ??? they’re meant to be taking photos of eunwoo or at the very least eunwoo and him together

but also bin looking down at his churros bc hey they’re taking up a bit more of his brain processing unit rn, sue him

cue binu standing in a corner of the park and sharing churros,,,,

bin nearly forgetting the whole point of the meeting bc heck these churros are real good!!!

eunwoo quietly snapping another picture and laughing bc bin looks like a lil chipmunk what a cutie!!!!!

bin snapping out of his churro daze and blushing bc hey !!! a cute guy taking a picture of him how can he Not be Self-conscious

they’re not even supposed to be taking photos of him anyway

bin pushing the churro box into eunwoo’s hands and pulling out his own phone

and his first ever photo of eunwoo is slightly blurry and a little underexposed and eunwoo’s glasses have fairy lights reflecting off them and eunwoo’s eyes are slightly wide like a deer in the headlights, but it’s cute, bin thinks

eunwoo’s real cute

coughs

anyways

and he’s about to lower his phone when there’s suddenly a churro thrusted into his face and eunwoo’s looking at him and smiling all expectantly and bin’s heart is beating very quick indeed wow what a smile

bin: “wha-”

eunwoo: “take a picture, quick, it looks like i’m feeding u”

bin flushing bc right yes pictures,,

eunwoo mumbling then tugging bin over to his side

eunwoo: “change it to the front camera”

and suddenly bin feels eunwoo’s cheek alarmingly close to his

bin: ?????/

and he sees on screen eunwoo's nose nearly brushing his cheek and eunwoo holding a churro to his mouth and his heart goes wOOWEEWOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!

but he also snaps a picture bc heck that’s cute

heart thumpingly cute

heart achingly cute

bin hearing eunwoo say faintly: “my turn” and feeling eunwoo grab his phone from him

bin blinking until he realises eunwoo wants him to feed eunwoo a churro too and him flushing

very boyfriend

which is the point of the whole thing, obviously, but

also

very Boyfriend ! rip bin’s heart 2k17

bin holding up a churro to eunwoo’s mouth and looking over at eunwoo and his side profile

and heck

heckity !!!!!!!!!!

he doesn’t know how rocko found this angel on instagram but all his photos and the edited photo that rocko sent him has in No Way prepared him for the length of this guy’s eyelashes

unreal

and it’s only when eunwoo looks over at him that he realises the picture’s done bc he doesn’t even hear the shutter go off

bin blinking

eunwoo staring bc wow bin rly isn’t moving away and his face is really close 2 eunwoo’s and if he reaches a lil forward he could beep boop bin’s nose with his own

bin realising that ! this isn’t a socially acceptable violation of personal space and moving away from eunwoo

eunwoo isn’t disappointed at all mmhmm nope not at all no

bin, faintly: “uh yes thank u for agreeing to meet up with me to take those photos”

eunwoo remembering that yes indeed this is not a first date dammit ugh

it’s just for fake photos

could be true boyfriend photos but he isn’t sure about bin’s ! position wrt this

eunwoo smiling graciously and going: “yes of course, i’ll send them 2 u asap”

them picking at the churros and just sitting there in the park talking

bin learning about how eunwoo’s a psych major and how he’s thinking of going into law

eunwoo learning about how bin joined jinjin’s dance crew by accidentally stumbling into a dance practice

generally binu having a good time !!!! under cute lights !!!!! with the holiday market buzzing in the background !!!!!!

binu eventually finishing the churros and eunwoo turning to leave to find a dustbin when he hears bin calling out his name again

eunwoo: ???????

bin, swallowing hard: “uh”

bin: “when can i meet u again?”

eunwoo:

bin:

eunwoo:

bin: o shit he doesn’t want to meet me again he was just doing me a favour this time round i’m asking too much by asking for a second meeting i messed up now he’ll never speak to me again i’m

eunwoo: “hmm i’m free day after! do you want to grab coffee then?”

bin:

bin: :D

bin later that night flicking through the photos he and eunwoo took and choosing the one of him feeding eunwoo

bc eunwoo looks so beautiful in that one heck !!! with his hair nearly brushing his eyes and his silver rimmed glasses glinting and reflecting tiny dots of light

but also bc his eyes are curved up into a smile and it’s the most heart stopping thing bin has ever seen

bin’s heart is aching it truly is

also bc when he finally tears his eyes away from eunwoo he looks at himself and !! he’s looking at eunwoo with so much adoration it’s embarrassing

bin @ bin: stOP IT you literally just met him jlafdkjdsksf

bin back @ bin: but he’s also so sweet and helpful and kind and his smile makes ur heart beat real fast what’re u gon do about it

bin cringing back @ bin

but also bin setting that as his new profile picture

his ex can go choke on a small dick !! look at bin with his beautiful new ‘boyfriend’ now hA !

although he isn’t really dating him but pragmatics am i right

half a minute later:

text received from [reliablerock] 8:25pm: dude wtf where are these pictures from

bin: “ah yeah i met him today we took a couple pics”

rocky: “a little miFFED YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THAT WAS GOING TO BE TODAY but ok this is a rly cute pic good job buddy yall rly actually look like you’re dating it’s adorable”

text received from [m.hyung] 8:34pm: “CONGRATS U & UR BOYFRIEND ARE ADORABLE WTF”

text received from [m.hyung] 8:35pm: “although not as cute as me & jinjin xoxo”

bin: jhlkjsdfhkgjsd what

text received from [jinjak] 8:35pm: “dude mj says ur dating my roommate what he said he didn’t know u like 3 days ago and now yall have pictures together?????”

bin checking eunwoo’s profile bc heck how did he know they had pictures plural

and he sees eunwoo’s profile picture changed up to the one where he’s feeding bin a churro

bin flushign !!!!!!! bc his hear t !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but before he can react and send a text to eunwoo his phone pings again

text received from [captainddana] 8:56pm: “omg bIN YOUR DISPLAY PICTURE’S SO ADORABLE ASKDJFHKASJDFH WHEN DID U TWO START DATING”

bin:

bin, faintly: oh

fast forward 2 them meeting bc i’m terrible at this transition thing

bin stepping into the lil cafe

and it’s cute, he’ll admit

he’s more of a grab and go guy than a sit down in a coffeeshop with a book and a croissant kind of guy but if eunwoo’s one of those he’s willing to sit down and have a pastry too

as long as it involves food and eunwoo he’s down for it

and instantly he sees eunwoo, with his silver glasses perched on his nose and his long fingers flipping through a book, hair falling in his eyes and sunlight falling on him at just the right angle and bin’s breath catches in his throat

wow

just

wow

eunwoo looking up at the sound of the bell on the door tinkling and smiling at bin and closing his book

bc look !! a cute binnie in a cute coat

bin blushing and pulling out the chair opposite eunwoo’s

them talking over lattes and just !!!!! getting to know each other

i mean, their profile photos are set as each other so

might as well be friends, at least

speaking of photos

bin: “ah yeah so about the photos haha funny story”

bin: “so a couple of people think we’re actually dating???”

eunwoo:

eunwoo: “wait isn’t that the point”

bin, floundering slightly: “right yeah on my end but you ? also set your profile picture to one with me, so i was wondering??”

eunwoo: ?????????

bin, sheepishly: “people keep asking me if you’re my boyfriend and i ? didn’t reply bc i wasn’t sure about what you would be comfortable with me saying about us bc obv this isn’t like a real thing so uhhhh”

eunwoo looking at bin over the rim of his coffee cup and willing his heart to calm the heckity down bc this is it this is his chance to be real s m o o t h

eunwoo, fast mumbling: “whntmktrlthng”

bin:

eunwoo:

bin: “what”

eunwoo flushing and repeating: “why not make it a real thing?”

:~)

#this was written in the middle of finals adjfhlaskjdf i just keyboard smashed it out in the dream team chat #but hey ! here it is more binu trash #bc ur local binu trashcan is back !!!!!#vivi shoots #astro #astro fic #binu #ayeeeeee #anyways finals are over #i go back to singapore on sunday so #i gotta reply to my ex then #or as my roommate recommends: ghost him #i feel kind of bad ghosting him but i also dont want to meet him so really #also im alughigngasdjfhlas my sister's edit #i didnt notice the difference at first #until i realise she edited out his name tag #but real talk though youngbin's photos are always so hecking boyfriend my heart is always so goddamn weak for this boy shoot me #him in his leather jacketajsdfhlaskkjshflakjsdf #i complain so much about being single lmao but i enjoy it #i wouldnt get back with my ex ever thanks #which is also why i would never date bin asdkfjadlfk my ex was a lot like bin rip #anyways heyyyy im back with more trash i have like 5 aus going

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[WP] Schools finally out and you have so many plans for the summer. Well you had plans. But that was before you got stuck babysitting an actual demon for the entire summer break.

Original post here.

More than normal teenagers, Becky hated her family. She'd had all kinds of summer plans that involved bathing suits and a cute lifeguard. Now, the most she could look forward to was a kiddie pool and a halfway decent redneck in a snapback.

Becky's family had sent her to her aunt's that summer. Her aunt had started a new job in Louisiana and needed someone to look after her ten year old son, Mike. While Aunt Judy could have hired a nanny, everyone thought this would be a great opportunity for her to see their family roots.

She disagreed that she needed to spend an entire summer on an old plantation with barely functional air conditioning in order to appreciate her family history. Part of her itinerary for the summer was busing the little kid around to various museums. Apparently, Mike was a dork.

Aunt Judy picked her up at the airport, gave her a big hug, and then practically ran off to go to work with Becky's mamal in tow. Mike came out to wave at them leaving and Becky blinked down at the kid.

Race wasn't really an issue for Becky, but she'd expected him to be at least half-black. Yet, he was a blonde blue-eyed white kid. "Uh, hi Mike. I'm your cousin, Becky," she leaned down and held out her hand at him. It wasn't his fault her family had sent her here and she wasn't going to act like it.

He took her hand and shook it lightly. "Hi," his voice sounded shy and he withdrew his hand to put it back around the book he was holding.

"Were you reading that with mamal while your ma picked me up from the airport?" She picked up her suitcases and started to head inside while Mike held the door open for her. He nodded. "She's good at funny voices, huh?"

Mike laughed, "She makes Huck Finn sound like my friend Gabe who lives in the bayou." Becky grinned, not surprised Mike was growing up on Huck Finn like she did when mamal and papal had moved to California to help her parents out. Now that Becky thought about it, she was glad she would be near mamal all summer. She could try to teach Mike all the stuff papal wasn't around to teach him.

"Say, you got any BB guns?" She asked, setting her suitcase down in the room with a cute, hand-made sign with her name on the door. It was a pink floral room with a nice canopy bed that looked out on the swamp.

"Uhm. Papal left us a bunch, but ma said I'm not allowed to play with them without anyone around," he scratched at his ear and looked away. Becky noticed a little nick on his ear.

"Well, I'm around. Why don't we go shoot some cans before it gets too hot and mamal gets back with your ma? She hates the noise, used to cuss at papal about it," she laughed and started to head back downstairs. She noticed the gun safe towards the back and dialed in the numbers her papal had used for everything, opening with a snap.

Mike followed after her and set the book on a table, "I can't imagine mamal swearing, she washed my mouth out with soap because I said 'hell' once," he frowned at Becky in disbelief. She took out two little BB guns and closed the safe back up, there were real guns in there too.

"Well, I guess it wasn't so much as cussing, but you know, cussing for mamal. Like, 'bless your sweet tender heart, Matthew Smith' or 'may God bless you with some sense, Matthew Smith'," she headed out the back with a plastic tub of the can recycling. She headed over to the fence that separated the swamp from the rest of the yard and set the cans along it.

Mike stayed farther up in the yard with the BB guns as she walked past. She looked around and found some ear muffs, putting one on Mike and then herself. He held out the gun in a way that said he knew how to shoot. She gestured for him to go first and readied herself.

After a couple of shots, he managed to send the can tumbling and Becky shot it out of the air. She grinned down at Mike's shocked, but impressed face. "Papal taught me how to do that," she nodded.

They spent the rest of the afternoon shooting cans and Becky teaching Mike trick shots to impress his friends. She'd be lying to say she hadn't had fun. As dusk started to sweep away the sun, she and Mike headed down to the fence to put the cans back into the recycling bin. "Nice shooting, Tex," she motioned to the cans that had been shot to pieces.

"Thanks. Becky, do you think ma is on her way--?" Mike started to ask before something grabbed his ankle. His question devolved into a scream as he tried to tug it free. Becky reacted before she'd processed what was grabbing him, jerking him free and away from the fence. They tumbled backwards and Becky grunted as her back hit the ground. Mike tried to curl away from her and just ended up knocking the wind out of her with a knee.

"Ow, ow!" She complained, looking over to what had grabbed him. She didn't quite understand why there was a severed hand laying there. Then, she realized the hand was coming out of the ground and, whatever it was, was starting to dig itself out. She scrambled to get up and hauled Mike with her towards the house. She slammed and locked it behind herself. "Mike, call your ma right now!" She shouted and practically threw her cell phone at him.

He caught it and frantically dialed the number, walking away as Becky turned to look at whatever was coming out of the yard. A creature with long limbs and winglike appendages. Becky got a gun from the safe and waited to see what it'd do. She heard Mike calling again, having reached the voice mail.

"Re-ebec-ca," the creature cried as it shambled up the yard. Becky had heard enough stories of swamp monsters and hodigs to keep the gun aimed and steady as she cracked the door open.

"Get off my property, you demon! You are not welcome here," she snarled.

It kept coming, taking in a deep wheezing sigh, "Do-o not b-e fright-en-ed, my ch-ild. I am an an-gel of the Lo-ord," it sounded like every syllable hurt it to speak, but it was starting to glow.

Becky cocked her gun, "I have never heard of no angel coming out of somebody's yard."

It gave another, deep wheezing sigh, "As-sk the ch-ild mo-ons-ter." Becky gave it a speculative eye.

"Mike!" She shouted, not turning around and keeping the gun aimed. "Let's humor it. Do you know what in the hell this thing is?"

She felt Mike stepping up behind her and hesitating. "Uhm. Yeah," he sounded nervous, "She's an angel. I think she said her name was Lailah once." At this, Becky paused.

"What do you want with us if you're an angel?" Becky asked. She'd still kept her gun on it, not sure if this thing was lying yet.

"The ch-ild mo-ons-ter," it atoned.

"I'm not giving you my little cousin," she said firmly.

"Pl-ea-se. He is-s wha-at yo-our ki-ind ca-all ru-ga-roo," it went on with its wheezing. "Yo-our ki-ind-red wi-ill le-et him gro-ow," it groaned.

Becky thought for a minute and then she shot it in what she assumed was its head, the kick knocking her back into Mike who gave a little "oomph". She wasn't actually sure if bullets worked on angels. The creature cried and collapsed in on itself, turning into a ball of something that looked slimy. "Mike, go to your room," she turned around and he looked heart-broken.

"Please! Ma was going to tell you! I'm good, I'm not hurting no one," he was starting to cry.

Becky sighed, looking at the ceiling, and wondered if she asked for the Lord's mercy, he would still deliver after she shot one of his angels. "I just wanna think and ask your ma some stuff. Just go to bed, okay?"

He opened his mouth to argue, but Becky cut him off, "If I'm going to be babysitting you, you listen to me, boy." He started crying and fled to his room. Becky deflated a little and almost started to put the gun away, but decided not to. She sat on the porch with it in her lap until Aunt Judy's car came up the drive.

Her Aunt Judy emerged with bags of fast food with mamal on the other side, grinning at Becky until she saw the gun. She dropped the bags and ran up while Becky heard her mamal complain and start picking it up.

"What happened?! Becky, where's Mike?!" Aunt Judy's voice was frantic, she put her hands on both of Becky's shoulders and squeezed.

"I sent him to bed after I put a bullet in one of Lord God's angels. Aunt Judy, why the hell did you take in a rugarou?" Becky glared up at her aunt, refusing to be intimidated.

Her aunt's face collapsed into gratitude. "Oh thank God, oh thank God," she murmured.

Her mamal snorted as she came up behind Aunt judy, still holding all the bags of food, setting them inside the porch and closing the screen door to keep the bugs out. "Girl, you should be thanking the devil instead if it's about your child," her mamal said evenly. Becky held back a laugh at her aunt's expense as she wilted onto the porch swing next to Becky, hand to her forward.

"Aunt Judy, please answer my question," Becky said quietly, "If I don't know, I'll tell my ma."

Her Aunt Judy looked off to the side, at the swamp. "We shoot his kind all the time out here. Dumb things that crawl around the swamp water. Don't kill 'em, ain't worth killing 'em. You shoot at 'em and they get back," she sighed. "I kind of feel for them, ya know? They don't really hurt nothin'. One day, this rugarou witch came up out of the swamp and didn't get back when I shot at her. She pulled this little baby out from her moss cloak and handed it over to me. She said she'd be back and pointed to the swamp and made gun noises."

Aunt Judy paused and looked over at Becky. "You get redneck boys who go out there and shoot a bunch just for laughs. At least scare them up so the angels find them and eat them," she sighed. "His real mama never came back, so I just had this baby I was taking care of. He was exactly like a human baby and..." She trailed off.

"I told your mamal and she shouted at me, then she said it might be alright if we get him baptized. Since he was still young, I went down to the hospital and said I'd had him at home. They were skeptical because he's white, but things happen. We got him baptized next Sunday after we explained it to the priest. He said no creature is born evil, but we might be pushin' it." She laughed and Becky did, too.

Her mamal headed inside with dinner and Becky could hear her yelling at Mike to come downstairs and eat. "He's a sweet kid. He knows he's a rugarou and I seen him make moss move around by just thinking about it, but he's not some monster, Becky. He's my son and this is the only life he's ever known," her voice had turned pleading and she took Becky's hands, "I wanted you and my sister to meet him first, know what a good kid he was before I told you."

Becky sighed. "Alright, alright, I get it. I won't tell ma. But," she held up a finger, "You buy me and Mike a pass to the pool so I can meet a lifeguard and give me a couple nights to go on dates. You don't tell my ma, I won't tell my ma."

Aunt Judy agreed. Becky's summer wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it might be.

#demons #angels #writing #writing prompt #rugaroo #swamp #Louisiana #Becky #Mike #Aunt Judy #summer vacation

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