#also fuck man I wish I had an appetite I have barely eaten I should be hungrier

[midnightwind]

I have spent the last two days either passed the fuck out in bed or half passed out on the couch while watching my silly little korean league teams fight

we're currently going for half passed out sitting at the desk but gang I'm not gonna lie, it feels dire right now

[sorryimanon]

A Bit Stir Crazy: Pt 2

(Note: I tried to challenge myself on writing smut. It is not my strongest field, but I had fun writing this. Enjoy.)

Warning: 18+

-

After the embarrassing confrontation the morning of day 16, you found yourself even more on edge. Anything relating to eating, sleeping, and hygiene wasn’t on your mental critia for the rest of the day. Your mind was set on one thing only. Katsuki.

Childish as it is, you didn’t mind lying down in bed daydreaming perfect scenarios of you and Katsuki. Sometimes you’d catch yourself clutching to the nearest pillow , pretending it’s him you’re cuddling . Pathetic. Thank god he didn’t have a telepathy quirk, or else you’d be packing your shit by now. You were in the middle of a good daydream when all of a sudden you hear the painful sound of hardwood being dragged across the floor. It was coming from Bakugous room. Blocking out the sound was impossible, it kept going on for another good 5 minutes. What the hell is the doing in there?

The temptation to yell at him to keep it down was immeasurable, but you were still skittish to show the mere sight of yourself to Katsuki again. For the next hour, you stared blankly at the chipped ceiling, listening to your roommate rearranging the entirety of his small ass room. How could you blame him though? This quarantine has made nearly go ludicrous due to boredem. Some were sadly succumb to becoming stir crazy, which you weren’t denying could possibly be you by now. You also noticed your hormones were more off the rails. Every hour you had the weird inkling to touch yourself. or just once in awhile brush up against the pillow you were holding. You couldn’t help it. No physical or social contact from the outside world for the past 16 days.

Evening struck and you haven’t eaten anything all day. The cereal from this morning made a surprise visit not long ago, causing your appetite to dissipate completely. Although, you did want to get your hands on the left over pizza Katsuki ordered last night. You were about to get up when you heard two loud knocks coming from your door.

“Hey dumbass, don’t think I didn’t notice you not eating all day. I made you some soup since you’re lazy to make something right now.” He sounded agitated, but you knew better that he meant well. “I’ll leave it by the door since I know...you...tch. Just fucking eat. If you don’t I’ll make you okay?”

And with that he left, making it clear for you to hear the door to his room close. You waddle over to the door and open it quickly, scooping up the piping hot bowl of soup. You hate to admit it, Katsuki makes a pretty damn good soup. A little spicy though.

-

Later that night, you laid on your back, toying with the hem of your panties. The muscles in your arms restricting you from going any further. A sick punishment really. You needed some relief, something to get this feral feeling out of your system. Touching yourself wasn’t a foreign feeling. You had a boyfriend to handle the task for you. Note, had a boyfriend. He randomly stopped texting you one day and after that you assumed he didn’t find you attractive anymore. Which sucks because he was great in bed.

Now it’s been almost a year without any form of sexual pleasure from another person. The thought alone made you groan out loud. I am such a fucking loser.

Your fingers itched closer as the minutes ticked by. Just do it, Katsuki should be asleep by now. With a quick glance at your clock, the red numbers 10:30 stared right back. You sighed in relief remembering that Katsuki has been keen on knocking out by 9:00. The sudden burst of confidence caused you to finally plunge your hand into your panties. The feeling of your index finger brushing up against your clit made your whole body shiver. Oh, it definitely has been a year. Making sure there was no evidence of anyone being awake in the next room, you rubbed the very sensitive bud with a slow and teasing motion. You wanted this session to last a while, so you stopped rubbing and dipped your middle finger into the hole. A soft moan escaped your mouth, with which you quickly slapped your mouth with your hand, trying to cover up any lewd noises you might emit.

10 minutes have past and you haven’t climaxed yet. You were starting to get tired of fingering yourself, noticing the warm sensation in your lower stomach has went away. Then, an involuntary image of Katsuki flashed behind your closed eyes. He was there, above you while looking absolutely feral. His eyes were no longer red, but somehow dilated to the point where they were just plain black. You felt the warmness coming back again as you glance down from his eyes to the placement of his hands. The mere sight made you gasp. Katsuki, with his knees proping himself, had his fingers inside of you. No longer were you covering your mouth, each and every whimper or moan left your throat. Katsuki gave you his infamous smirk and began to thrust his fingers faster within you. You couldn’t help but to clench around his fingers, wanting to get as close as possible.

“That’s it baby, come for me.” Katsuki spoke in a sultry tone.

Surprised by him speaking out, your eyes widened to the uncommon nickname.

“You look so fucking cute like this. Taking my fingers like a good girl...so fucking well baby ah fuck!” He continued with his lewd comments. He kept the usual pace while saying sweet nothings in the air.

“Katsuki...nagh...please make me come.” You pleaded softly.

With that, he curled his fingers inside you, causing a long drawn out moan from you. You felt it, then you finally released once he rubbed the tiny bud that desperately needed attention.

“Fuck, Katsuki...” you said breathlessly, eyes drawn to a close in complete euphoria.

Wanting to look back at the man who delivered you to climax, you opened your eyes to see nothing but darkness. Everything was a lucid dream. Katsuki wasn’t actually here to your beckoning call.

Embarrassed, you slipped on a fresh pair of panties and rolled onto bed, knocking out right away due to your recent endeavor.

Behind the wall next door, a lone Katsuki laid awake with his hand wrapped around his qivering member, breathing harshly after climaxing as well with you. He slapped his forehead.

“Fuck.”

-

The following morning, you woke up feeling much better. The constant pang in your lower region was gone, leaving you with an obvious glow. Katsuki noticed too when you strutted into the kitchen, wearing nothing but your big tshirt. His mind went ravage there, thinking about whether or not if you were wearing panties underneath. Considering what he heard last night made him think otherwise.

“Sleep well dumbass?” Katsuki asked as you made yourself a cup of coffee. You didn’t detect how smug he sounded. He was leaning against the island, wearing his usual attire of a tank top and sweat pants.

Thinking nothing of it, you answered his innocent inquiry. “Yeah actually. I haven’t slept that well in ages.” You took a sip of your coffee and leaned against the counter, your body mimicking Katsukis position.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh really? Some type of remedy I don’t know of that makes you sleep well?” Again, you didn’t notice how tauting his tone was.

“O-Oh um, nothing too complex really. Just a simple uh, breathing excerise I did.” You lied through your teeth.

“Ah that makes sense. No wonder I heard you breathing so hard last night” Katsuki snapped his fingers.

You regretfully spit out your coffee, coating the tiled floor with the sugary brown liquid. Katsuki titled his head innocently at you.

“Something I said?”

“N-No I just forgot I left our clothes in the washer last night. I should probably head downstairs now before some creep steals our stuff!” You spewd a last minute excuse and ran out the door before hearing anything from Katsuki.

“Was definitely something I said.”

-

The laundry mat downstairs was empty. The mornings were usually packed, having either you or bakugou to stand outside the door for an open machine. This time you wish there was people occupying the space.

You had propped yourself on the washing machine, feet dangling a few feet from the floor. He knows what you did last night. He absolutely knows. How stupid of you to not realize his bed was agasint the shared wall. It was agonizingly painful to imagine how Katsuki felt during that haunting hour. He probably threw up to the thought of you touching yourself, specifically to him getting you off. Tears started to threateningly leave your eyes. No matter how many times you tried not to cry during this whole ordeal, a single tear slid down your face. Next thing you knew a whole stream was pouring out both of your eyes. If a person were to come in at this exact moment, they’d think you were a lunatic.

That’s when you heard loud footsteps coming from the entrance of the laundry matt. Deep down you knew who it might be, but you couldn’t muster up the courage to look up. You kept your head down, eyes focusing on your bare feet swaying back and forth. A pair of feet came into view, your knees slightly touching their upper thigh. You lowered your head even more, not wanting to face Katsuki and his judgmental glare.

“Y/N? Look at me,” he demanded.

You shook your head, still keeping it down.

“I said,” he places his finger beneath your chin, raising it to where you were eye level with him. “Look at me.”

You gulped, noticing how angry he looks right now. Is he angry at you touching yourself to him? Or is he mad about something else?

“Listen, I know what you did last night-“

That’s it. You cringed hard at his confession. Nothing mattered right now anymore. Katsuki was just white noise at this point. Dying sounded more appealing than listening to your roomate spiel about how they caught you masturbating. Oh the horror.

“That’s why I think we should please each other for the time while being quarantined together”, he finished.

Wait what.

The look he gave you was unlike any other look you’ve received from him. He was pleading, almost begging, with his eyes. You barely noticed his grasp on your thigh. The grasp grew tighter each second you left him unanswered.

“We both need this. I haven’t had any relief from another person in months...” he admitted while simultaneously rubbing your thigh.

You wanted this more than anything, but you didn’t openly admit that to him. Especially not in an open space like a laundry matt, where someone could walk in at any moment.

“Katsuki...I don’t think we should-“ he caught you by surprise with the sudden impact of his lips. The contact made you both moan into each other’s mouths. The hand that was grasping your thigh earlier soon trailed higher to your inner thigh. His cold hand against your already flushed body was enough to make you climax. When he got courageous enough to place his hand on your waist, you scooted closer to his body, giving him an invitation to step inbetween your legs. He obliged and closed the space between the both of you, using his other hand to cup your cheek. Katsuki grew ansty and bit your lower lip, wanting to gain more access in your mouth. You surrender and let him kiss you tongue first. You closed your eyes in ecstasy, letting him explore your mouth with his expert tongue. Katsuki grabbed your hands and placed them on his head, implying for you to grab a handful of his hair. Once you ran your hands through his blonde locks, his whole entire body tensed up. He quickly detatched his lips from your mouth, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Keep...Keep doing that please.” He whined. You smiled at his approval and continued to rake through his hair.

His whimpers were angelic as you kept tugging on his hair while he kissed you open mouthed.

You both were at it for awhile, making out and touching places that needed attention from the other. When the two of you let go for some air, a string of saliva strewn from both of your mouths. Flustered at the sight, Katsuki licked your bottom lip and gave it a quick peck before lifting your body from the washer. You squeaked loudly due to the aruptness and wrapped your legs around his waist.

The trip back to the apartment wasn’t long. Katsuki was careful not to drop you as he treaded up the stair case. Your apartment door came into view and without hesitation Katsuki kicked it open, breaking the hinges along with it.

“Katsuki! How are we going to pay for that!” You scolded him, playfully hitting his chest.

He chuckled at that and closed what was left of the door with his foot.

“I’m not worried about that right now. Too busy on taking care of you,” he mumbled the last part before attaching his lips to yours again.

Clumsily, the pair of you made it to his bedroom without breaking anything else in the process. Katsuki practically threw you on his bed, your back landing on one of his pillows. He climbed on top of you and observed your whole entire body. Internally you were shaking uncontrollably, but externally you gave the facade that you were completely calm. Katsuki took this as a sign to move his hand under your shirt, still staring at you intently. You felt his fingers inches away from your perched nipple. His hand reached your breast, giving it a good squeeze before pinching it with his fingers. You voluntarily arched your back, wanting him to explore more of your body.

“You like that?” He questioned, still pinching your sensitive nipple.

Answering him by moaning, he used his other hand to trail a line leading up to your inner thigh. He moved up and down slowly in a teasing pace, careful not to touch your heat yet. He replaced his digits with his thumb to rub your nipple in place. His smirk grew wider seeing you squirm beneath his touch. Deep down he always wanted to see you like this. Flustered to the core and whimpering to his subtle touch. He couldn’t wait to see you screaming out in pleasure. He wanted nothing more than to hear you call out his name in pure ecstasy.

As much as you wanted Katsuki to worship your body, the desire for him to fill you was more important.

“Kasu-...Katsuki, please.” You urged on, bucking your hips to meet his.

“Please what dumbass? Hm? Use your words,” he traced the outline of your lips carefully, opening your mouth wider.

“I need you inside me. I want to feel you...” you pathetically begged out him to.

Katsuki saw the desperation in your body language and voice. Swiftly, he pulled your panties down to your ankles, letting you move them aside to the floor. The wetness from your heat was slowly dripping down your thighs. Prepped and ready for whatever Katsuki has in store for you. Your cunt throbbed painfully from the anticipation of his next move. 

“You want me now baby?” He seductively said, earning an earnest groan from you as a reply. He kept himself busy by pumping his member through his sweats. His eyes never left you as he thrusted aggressively, smiling during the process when you kept glancing at his actions below. “I can’t wait...to know how you feel...ngh...I bet you feel incredible wrapped around my cock”. A blush creeped its way to your cheeks. His crude comments are getting dirtier, and you low-key didn’t want him to stop speaking his mind. 

Never in a million years would you have ever thought of doing something this intimate with Katsuki. If you were to tell yourself, a little first UA student, that you and Katsuki Bakugou had sex, you’d never believe it. Even at this moment, you still couldn't comprehend this was happening. You broke out of your thoughts when you felt the tip of something hovering at your entrance. During your daze, Katsuki managed to get his fully erect member from the tight hold of his boxers and lined it perfectly at your aching hole. He nudges your hole a few times before rubbing against your clit. A fulfilling moan left your throat as he kept going with the tedious motion. You elavated your hips a little in hopes for his tip to enter. Katsuki growled at your impatient state and grounded your hips with hands. You whimpered at the harshness of his grip.

“Keep doing that idiot and I just might make you fuck yourself instead,” he lowered his head to your neck and started sucking on the sensitive area. “You’re lucky I'm going to go easy on you dumbass or else you’ll be begging for me to stop. So, just let me know and I’ll stop”.

Even when he’s about to go feral in your insides, he was still considerate of your feelings, which made your heart beat go bezerk. Thankfully he stopped kissing your neck and dropped his full attention to his cock. You mentally sighed to yourself once you felt his tip circle around your lips. The swelling sensation down below was becoming unbearable to the constant teasing. You couldn’t hold it in any longer, so you wrapped your hands around his torso and purposely shoved him forward. Both of you let out a choked moan once his cock finally entered you. Your walls instinctively clamped tightly around him, feeling the warm flesh inside of you. The action you did elicited a loud whine from Katskui, who was currently shoving his face into the crevice of your neck, shaking from entering your tight walls so abruptly. 

“Do I...Do I feel good Katsuki?” you asked, shifting uncomfortably to his stiffness. 

He lifted his head from his previous position and grinned from ear to ear. “You feel fucking amazing baby.” He wasted no time to move his hips to sheathe his cock deeper inside you. It didn’t hurt due to you being so aroused and wet. He then started to continuously thrust at a slow pace, making sure you were adjusting to his size. Mouth wide open, you threw your head onto his pillows while clutching the bedsheets. 

“Ugh, Katsuki. Please go faster,” you winced at how needy you sounded, but you wanted the relief right away. 

Katsuki listened to your command and thrashed himself more into your hole. Sounds of skin slapping on skin and sporadic moans filled the small room. You felt his cock twitch inside you, indicating that he was indeed close. He continued thrusting at a fast pace, occasionally reaching down to rub your clit. Without a doubt, he was hitting your g-spot repeatedly, never once missing it. To feel even more closer to you, Katsuki pushed your legs further towards you, allowing him a better angle to thrust deeper. 

“Fuck Y/N...I bet he never fucked you like this. He probably never had you making those cute faces you’re pulling right now, ngh...” he panted between thrusts. “I hated the thought of you being fucked by someone other than me. All the guys you’ve dated are nothing compared to me. I want you all to myself.”

The knot inside your cunt started pulsing by him mentioning his hatred toward your past partners. You screamed when he clamped his sharp teeth down onto your shoulder. For a spilt second, you thought you felt the trickle of your own blood. Next thing you knew, Katsuki’s thrusts became sloppier, indicating he’s on the verge of climaxing. 

“God yes Katsuki, please come. Come with me baby!” you cry out.

You being so oblivious, you don’t know how much your voice turns him on. So when you egged him on to come with him, that’s exactly what he did. With one last thrust, both you and Katsuki attach your lips together, moaning out your orgasms into each others mouths. He successfully fills your heat with his seed and freezes in place. He detaches his lips from yours and stares at your dripping core. He had to restrict himself to not shove his cock into you again. After composing himself, Katsuki released himself from you and rolled over onto his side, propping his elbow to get a good view of you. You still recovering from your orgasm. You were gasping for more air, trying to compose yourself. 

“Ya know...maybe you could use your energy restoration quirk on me for a round two?” he humorously suggested.

You shifted yourself into a comfortable position on his lap and jabbed a finger under his chin. “Only if this round involves me riding you.” 

Katsuki then pushed you roughly on your back again. His eyes were more dilated this time than during your previous intimate moment together. He leaned down and kissed you gently on the lips.

“I like that idea better don’t cha think, idiot.”

-

Everything after that event changed the course for both you and Katsuki. The mood and tension from before disappeared. Now the two of you couldn't keep your hands off each other. You caught yourself sleeping more in Katsuki’s bed than your own. What was the point of being separated if you two were practically having sex every day? Every hour, minute, and second. It didn’t bother you though. You’d rather jump his bones than read another boring book again. 

On day 30 of quarantine, you woke up naked in Katsuki’s arms. You stretched your arms and legs, popping them in the process. Katsuki grunted and pulled you closer to his body. You smiled into the crook of his neck and returned the favor by kissing him on the nose. He scrunched his face, obviously not favoring the random spot you pecked him at. 

The night before you two were going at it till 3 am. Not taking breaks for anything whatsoever. It was evident from the display of your clothes strewn everywhere. 

You relaxed more into his arms, but your heart stopped once you heard the front door opening. Katsuki was still passed out, oblivious to the disturbance inside your apartment. Your ears picked up footsteps padding their way towards Katsuki’s door. The door knob twisted ominously. Whoever was behind the door was surely taking their sweet time. Before you knew it, the door swung open revealing the last person you wanted see. There stood Kirishima, mouth agape seeing you in the same bed as Katsuki. He blinked a couple of times before raising a weak finger in your direction. 

“I guess I wasn’t the only one who got laid during this pandemic!” Kirishima bursted into laughter.

Katsuki unwrapped his arms around you and grabbed the nearest pillow, using his quirk to explode it right at Kiri’s face. The impact ricchoeted him out the threshold of the door, a loud crash coming along with him. 

“EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING FIRST SHITTY HAIR!” he yelled, small sparks ejecting from his hands.

You contently sigh. Maybe this whole quarantine thing wasn’t so bad after all. 

[gabrieldrawsstuff]

Aight fellas, I'm doing a list of canon descriptions of dw characters for future reference, might do a second part with more minor characters

SPOILER ALERT OBV

STRANGER

-THE JOURNAL : "Somehow I'm wearing a coat, so I must've changed my clothes on my way here. I don't recognize myself anymore. I can barely hold this pencil. Has my body changed?"

-DOCTOR : "I see you haven't regained your speech. You need to find another doctor."

-SNAIL : "Your face... What happened to you?

The snail's jaw falls so low, it almost detaches itself from the rest of the body.

You scared me... You barely resemble a human... You should cover yourself..."

SNAIL : "You're so ugly, I feel like puking... You barely resemble a human being..."

THE CRIPPLE : "You, lad. You've got your hands and legs. Strong arms. I beg you!"

MAMA ELEPHANT : "Can't you speak? Did someone take away your voice?"

MAMA ELEPHANT : "Your gob looks like that because of this fiendish air, do you know? I bet you can't speak, because you didn't keep your mouth shut when walking through the woods."

MAMA ELEPHANT : "(...) I know you want something, you leper demon."

MUSHROOM GRANNY : "(...) But you're young and strong."

CHICKEN LADY : "Whaddaya need, poor soul? Hungry, eh? I'd give ya some stew, but what good will it do?"

(I think in polish version it was closer to 'how will you eat it' although I can't be sure)

MIRROR : "You are one ugly bastard. I guess you got what you deserved."

MUSICIAN : "This is our doctor, yes? He is just as brave and good as you are!"

MUSICIAN : "You're not af-fraid of anything!"

WOLFMAN : "Even from afar I can smell your putrid stench. Be glad I don't have an appetite for carcasses, Meat"

WOLFMAN : (after the church dream sequence) "Meat, what's with the big eyes? Hehe... Scared?"

WOLFMAN : (when you nod to a question if you're making a joke of him) "You're a brave piece of meat... and what's more important, one with a sense of humor. 

WOLFMAN : "Are you pretending to be human, or are you just cracking jokes?"

WOLFMAN : "You look tired, Meat. Busy night?"

WOLFMAN : "Have fun, Meat... Just remember to hide that disaster of a face or it's no dancing for you"

WOLFMAN : (when you spare the sow) "My heart sings with joy when I see such selfless kindness. Tell me the truth, Meat. It was you, wasn't it?"

vvvvv

TRADER

-A man, roughly my size, is standing before me.

I can barely make out his disturbingly familiar features through the matte visor of his helmet...

The massive helmet is covered with an old sack and seems to be an integral part of the unnaturally pale body.

-The man reaches out to me with his black hand. It's covered in charcoal... There's something written on his worn, woolen glove.

-Visibly struggling, the man drops the sack from his back and bends in half, as if out of breath. He shakes the dust off his clothes, then rolls up the sleeve of his, seemingly too small, jacket. 

-The old sack covering his body slides down, revealing his chest, covered in horrid growths. It is fused with a porous helmet, pulsating to the rhythm of his breath.

vvvvv

WOLFMAN

THE JOURNAL: "If I'm not delusional, the man whom I met... had the head of a wolf."

FIRST ENCOUNTER: The figure hides its face under the hood. It smells of wet soil and fur.

WOLFMAN: "(...)I barely believe my beautiful eyes... (...) The Wolf smiles, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

AT BARN RUINS: The Wolf makes a quick leap and, bouncing against me with his swollen belly, he puts his paws on my shoulders. He ostentatiously licks his face. (...)

-I notice fresh bloodstains on his fur and feel streaks of his saliva dripping onto my coat. 

-The Wolf takes two steps back. I can only see a row of filthy, sharp teeth underneath his hood.

-The Wolf squeezes my arms and starts licking my face. Once from the left side, once from the right side. (...) His breath stinks of rot.

WOLFMAN: "Thanks to you I feel fulfilled! I got my girl, my sweet little lady back."

-Suddenly the Wolf sends me back with a powerful push and reaches into his coat pocket.

WOLFMAN: "(...) and then nothing wil keep you from getting the fuck out of my part of the woods! Do you get me, Meat? You will pack your bags, dive into that stinking hole of yours and dissa-fucking-pear!"

-Finally he snorts, his thick, yellow spit landing on the photo.

-The Wolf grabs the box and starts sniffing it from every angle. I could swear I've heard his tail moving under his coat.

WOLFMAN: "And what am I supposed to do with it? Bite it until it opens? Your brain must be rotting if you think I will break my fangs for this shit."

WOLFMAN: "An electronic game, eh? About a wolf stealing chicken eggs... hehehe. Good one!I've a soft spot for games, how about you?"

-As I produce the key, the Wolf's pupils widen with excitement.

WOLFMAN: (about villagers) "Those selfish, deceitful wretches! They think they're superior, because they have human gobs. They treat us like lepers! But you know what? Fuck them. We're buddies, aren't we? And them? They deserve to be punished, Meat..."

-The Wolf pierces me with his look and grins. A string of saliva lands on his hole-riddled jacket.

-The Wolf puts his paw on me. I can feel his claws puncturing my skin.

WOLFMAN: (about piotrek) "Meat! Fucking hell, seen that? Hahaha! Seen that? Hahaha! Off he flew, didn't he? OFF HE FUCKED!!! Hahahaha!"

WOLFMAN: "If you wish to spend some more quality time basking in the striking, yet natural beauty of my features before you head off to the Silent Forest, you will find me in my camp in the Dry Meadow."

vvvvv

DOCTOR

THE JOURNAL: "What I do know is that the insane fucker took my key. My only chance to get out of the woods. He also tore out all the pages from my journal."

THE JOURNAL: "The doctor has escaped. So be it. He would only be a hindrance anyway."

CHICKEN LADY: "My sisters! Where did ya find it? It's all that godless quack's fault - devil brought him! All he did was prescribe this and that, scribble this no-good drivel! To hell with them papers!"

-I can feel the doctor's cold hand grab me by the jaw, (...)

-He removes his dirty glasses with a trembling hand and freezes.

DOCTOR: "First they begged for help, now I need to hide from them! I'm just an ordinary doctor! How the fuck was I supposed to help them?! How?!"

-With shaking hands, he reaches for the cigarrete butt between his yellow teeth.

DOCTOR: "I used to come here to treat people. I pulled out kids' milk teeth, delivered babies... (...) Last time I came here was three or four years ago. Then the trees blocked the path."

-The Doctor is visibly pleased with himself and his theory. His hands are no longer trembling. He produces a hand-rolled cigarette and lights it.

DOCTOR: "(...) I have no idea where it leads. I'm a shitty diver. (...)"

-The Doctor stares right into my eyes. Mud drips from his face. He hasn't blinked in over a minute.

- (...)His glasses are so dirty, I barely see the eyes hiding underneath.

-A chunk of mud falls down on his exposed tongue. He chews it slowly and swallows with satisfaction.

-The Doctor puts the muddy hand into his mouth, grimaces and pulls out a yellow tooth. He puts it into the pocket of his torn trousers. The tooth falls through a hole. He does not notice this...

-Slowly he bends down and grabs a thick branch from the ground. He starts biting the bark off of it. He swallows the bark with an effort, but also great satisfaction. He places the stick among other ones sticking out of his mud-covered head.

WOLFMAN: "Well, well. I know this quack. A nonentity, a third-rate witch doctor. Useless fucking clunker... But he still managed to screw you over with that key. Eh, comrade?"

MUSICIAN: "This is our doctor, yes? He is just as brave and good as you are! He helped me. He is helping all of us! He gave me this beautiful mask, so I could be healed of my afllictions. Maybe you could have one too..."

vvvvv

vvvvv

MUSICIAN

THE JOURNAL: "I met a boy in the village. He told me that the "Chicken Lady" keeps the "Pretty Lady" locked in her house. The boy really wants to see her, but the old woman won't allow it."

THE JOURNAL: "I decided to give the key to Chicken Lady's room to the little boy. He thanked me and asked me to bring him his mom's violin (it's hidden behind the wardrobe). He's afraid to go himself, as his parents are supposedly angry with him."

THE JOURNAL: "The boy sure was happy to see the new violin. (...)The kid also told me I should visit him in his parent's home someday."

CHICKEN LADY: (after musician's death) "Maybe it's just that me ears are getting worse, but it's been a while since I've heard that monster outside me windows..."

CHICKEN LADY: "Holy Mother, this creep again! May the devil take him and his blasted violin!"

MUSICIAN: "The Pretty Lady? S-she's... the most beautiful lady in the w-world! I w-watch her through the cracks in the window. S-she ch-changes when I watch her... g-gets more beautiful. I p-play for her... I want her to be h-happy..."

MUSICIAN: "I fished out the Pretty Lady's w-wreath from the river! (...)Oh yes, I will become the Pretty L-lady's husband! We w-will walk hand in hand, s-sir. I will play for her, mister s-sir."

-A skinny little hand emerges from beneath the tractor and grabs me by the ankle.

MUSICIAN: "They will not l-listen to me, they w-won't hear how sad I am, sir..."

-One of the strings securing his mask falls off, together with his ear. The boy reattaches it as if nothing happened.

MUSICIAN: "My m-mom has this beautiful violin! I would ask her to b-borrow it to me, but she's too angry with me... Could you p-please c-convince her to b-borrow it to me? I'll g-give you a card with drawings for her. To apologize."

-The boy turns the game in his hand for a while, but he can't find a way to reach the buttons with his overgrown fingers. The game slips out of his hand and drops to the ground. The wannabe musician freezes.

MUSICIAN: "(...) maybe you could take a wee piece of... m-meat for me? I've never eaten a pig and I've h-heard it's very tasty! W-would you take s-some for me?"

-The boy sniffles and rubs the mask with his deformed hand.

-From beneath the mask you can hear a horribly distorted, resounding voice... of a child?

-The figure tries to turn its head, but its enormous neck makes this task impossible to complete.

MUSICIAN: "P-please let me stay. P-please, don't chase me off. I've got nowhere to... go. The villagers don't a-a-allow me to live in the camp. I p-p-promise I won't p-play anymore! I'll be quiet. You can c-cover me with something, if you don't w-want to look at m-me..."

MUSICIAN: (after gifting you a rat) "(...) I mean, she jumped on my hand and s-started nibbling on my f-finger! I quickly clasped my h-hand and b-bit through its neck!"

-The corners of the boy's mouth turn up in a grotesque smile, exposing rows of overgrown teeth, which even his mask couldn't hide.

-The boy clumsily grabs the ball in his hand. He carefully hides it under his legs, so that it doesn't roll away.

MUSICIAN: "S-sorry! I didn't want to! T-this thing is coming out of m-my body. I... I tried to stop it, but I don't think I can... N-now the whole room is covered with... this. I didn't want to make a mess, I s-swear! Please, don't t-throw me a-away!"

-The boy leans over the violin lying next to his overgrown left hand. He plucks one of the strings with his right hand, clumsily trying to keep the rhythm.

MUSICIAN: "Recently, I've grown quite a bit. My mom always used to say that I need to be b-big and s-strong... to help her out in the field..."

The boy tries to hug his frail knees with the disproportionately massive torso.

"But I... I don't want to be big anymore. It's v-very hard being big. You need to be so... so strong! To even walk.Now my v-violin is... too s-small for me!"

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[tsukoyomi-fumikage]

Manifest (MiriTama)

Mirio X Amajiki

Prompt - Amajiki’s quirk is manifest... Do you think if he ate someone, he could use their quirk? That’s what Overhaul was wondering too... (CONTAINS DARK STUFF)

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Tamaki's breaths picked up at the footsteps coming down the corridor - slow, harsh and the only sound apart from the anxiety attack he was suffering through. It was ricocheting off of the walls and clean floors, sounding louder than they really were.

"Manifest is an amazing quirk you know."

He was here, at the door, peaking his face through the bars, mask protruding into the room. Amajiki tried to shuffle backwards, but the chains didn't allow it. His hands were bound together and had a metal clasp on, and his legs were in the same boat, just not tied together. SunEater couldn't even see his fingers at this point. He figured early on that it was so he couldn't use his quirk - so why was OverHaul so immersed by it now?

"It would be a shame if we didn't test it's full potential, isn't that right SunEater?"

Biting his lip to avoid crying out in fear, he looked away from the door, towards one of the walls, focusing on a large dent in the plaster. The metal hinges creaked with age as the hatch was taken off and the door opened a bit, allowing the leader of the clan to step inside. OverHaul wasted no time slamming the door behind him, making the indigo-haired boy jump in shock.

"I really wish you'd speak to me." He almost purred, walking up to the student, crouching down at his level, gazing into his eyes. "You should also try looking at me. Avoiding eye contact is a bad sign of being a guest." He teased.

Indigo eyes met gold orbs, and SunEater couldn't help the terrifying squeak let out at the dead look he was being given. A hand slapped his face harshly, jolting the head and moving it with the force of the hit. Amajiki hid the whimper, quickly correcting himself and sitting straight once more. "Speak God-Dammit!" OverHaul snarled, grabbing a fistful of his hair, tugging on it so their faces met - though the mask proved some difficulty being even closer, the villain didn't mind, slamming his head backwards into the wall behind him, making a large dent in the plaster. "You're not fucking mute are you?"

Now he understood why the room was littered with cracks. "N-No."

The hand released - he let out a sigh of relief. "That's good to hear." The brunette was probably smiling under the bird mask. "Sit tight, my little elf." A tug on the ear made him flinch awkwardly - his ears, believe it or not, were actually really sensitive. "I'll be back with something to eat for you - can't have you going hungry, no?"

Tamaki had barely been in this retched place for ten seconds, and now he was being fed? Surely they realized once he ate, he could use said food to fight out of his restraints and escape? Something sticky was running down the back of his neck, making him shiver and stop thinking momentarily. He rubbed his neck against the wall, turning his head to see what it was in the dim lighting.

It was blood - of course.

...

Mirio growled in frustration, banging his fists angrily on the table in front of him until his hands phased through. His body was shaking in horror of what had happened to his best friend.

Midoriya was next to him, standing quietly, not judging him in the slightest whatsoever. "We'll find him." He assured the older teen, brushing back some of his green hair behind his ear. "We won't stop till we do."

"You don't get it, Izuku." Togata's voice was raw with pain. "This is my fault - if I hadn't run up ahead and stayed with the group, we could have avoided all of this."

The first year student sighed, shaking his head as if to object. "It isn't." He said quietly. "If anything, it's our faults." Taking the blame onto himself was something Midoriya did quite well - this time he really felt as if it was his fault however. His lip quivered. "Amajiki-San told us to go on, but we should have realized the villains quirks were the opposites of his from the de-briefing. Besides-" Izuku looked into his eyes deeply. "-you saved Eri. Amajiki-San would be proud."

LeMillion gave a small chuckle. "How about we say we all messed up?" He tried, blue eyes clouding up with unshed tears that he refused to let fall. Midoriya smiled shakily.

...

Resting his eyes for even a second was a bad decision. The door practically broke being thrown open, and a cheery-looking villain came waltzing in, carrying something that definitely smelt uncooked and disgusting before he even looked at it. "Bon appetite." He giggled, placing a plate down on the floor.

Amajiki must have been here longer than he thought - he could no longer use his quirk since all the food he'd eaten earlier had passed through his system. The guard had no worried look upon him as he undid the restraints before jogging out the room, laughing like a maniac.  

Crawling sluggishly over to the plate, he glanced down on whatever they'd decided to feed him. It looked to be some form of meat - raw though. Luckily, eating raw food was better than eating cooked when it came to his quirk. SunEater didn't normally go raw however, but this was an exception.

He picked up a slab - it still had blood on it, making him feel queasy. Rather than retching up stomach acid and making his throat sore, he quickly took a bite, and the taste was... indescribable. Gagging, he pushed on, taking another small bite before coughing violently, putting the food back, getting on his hands and knees, trying to control the heaves.

"Does it taste nice, SunEater?" OverHaul was back, peaking through the bars, not willing to open the door this time. "I wonder what it tastes like." He pondered, totally unfazed at the near-vomiting teen. "I've never eaten human flesh before."

Amajiki died a little in those few moments. "W-W..." His voice left him, he raised a hand to his mouth, willing the 'food' to come back out. "Why?" He cried out in horror.  

"I wanted to test a theory." The door was opening again, but Amajiki didn't look up, trying to focus on not throwing up - it would be a sign of weakness, one he couldn't afford. The feet were moving towards him. "The man you ate had a quirk. I just wonder if you can use it now?"

It was sick - disgusting - what OverHaul had done to him. Tamaki fought his building rage at the violation of his own quirk. Standing up shakily, he tried to defend himself this time, but the nausea in his stomach made him clench his gut instead. "You're cruel." He sobbed out in agony, widening his eyes as the villain charged forward, bringing up a fist to punch at his already sore stomach.

Feeling the hand connect with his stomach was enough to make him winded, and he reached out a hand, begging, just begging, for the humans quirk to appear, for this to end, to be left alone. Nothing came out of his fingertips or arms. OverHaul slammed his knee into his stomach, and SunEater couldn't hold it in, keeling over and vomiting on the floor violently.

"Disgusting."

The man left him there, untied and curled in the fetal position, too weak to get up anymore; SunEater allowed himself to break in the dim room, facing away from the door, shaking in fear and utter terror.

...

"You've got an idea of where he is?" Mirio couldn't help but break out in a happy smile, looking at Nighteye, his mentor, with a more relaxed gaze than he had at all in the past few days.

The Pro-Hero glanced at the blond man. "Yes." He said slowly, pushing up his glasses. "But only an idea. You are more than welcome to tag along."

The student nodded vigorously. "Anything for Tamaki." He almost stated. "I'll help Bubble Girl gather some people immediately."

...

A tutting noise awoke Tamaki from his dreamless sleep filled with an anxious mind and pain-filled body. His eyes shot open, and he shakily lifted himself up by his elbows, prepared to fight, to try and stop the punches firing down on him.

However no punches came, no shouts, no yells and no pain. A hand grabbed his wrists simply attaching the cuffs back on them, moving to his legs and shackling them too. Tamaki thought that was it, but his eyes widened when a muzzle was placed over his head, like he was some animal. "N-no!" He whimpered, but he could do nothing more than jerk his head around. A hand tugging on his hair stilled him.  

"You don't get to choose anything, SunEater."

The door slammed shut again, and Tamaki brought his cold hands up to his face. The metal rubbed against his skin, and he pressed his face against the cold object, sighing shakily. "Mirio." He whispered out, voice broken and cracked. "Please help me."

...

OverHaul was taken care of, being hauled out of the room beaten and bloodied by Aizawa and his scarf, the Pro-Hero's eyes a deep red, angered, yet calm with his fluid movements. "I'll wait outside, go find SunEater."

Mirio couldn't contain his anger at the savages in front of him, but he breathed deeply, using his quirk to pass through corridor after corridor, room after room, finding villains running away, finding dead bodies littered around the place, finding nothing until finally.

A door, in the corner of the long corridor - he'd almost missed it, and that tore at his gut. he might not have found his best friend because of his stupidity. Stopping the use of his quirk, he walked down the rest of the way, finding the door had some bars on it, and he peaked inside.

His eyes widened. "N-No more." Came the voice from the inside. "Please..."

"Hey, hey." He said softly, braking through the door, kneeling down to his friends slumped body. There was blood everywhere, and a pile of vomit in the corner. A plate of something foul sat nearby. His throat tightened at the colour of the object - it was the same as the body of one young man he'd passed, whom was missing a slab of his ribs. "It's Mirio, Tamaki, it's me."

...

There was a muzzle on his friends face, and his hands and feet were bound tightly. Amajiki was shaking violently against the shackles. Using a knife he'd brought that was made specifically for his quirk, he picked at the locks as quickly as he could with one hand, the other taking the muzzle off and stroking the blood-stained hair softly. The teen flinched under his hand, and his heart shattered. "I've got you now." He spoke ever so quietly, finally getting through the restraints, lifting the skinny boy easily into his arms. "It's going to be okay."

The walk back through the halls was painfully slow - every moment took a toll on Tamaki's body, and he was sobbing with terror. "You have to take me back." He pleaded. "He'll kill me if he finds me here."

"No he won't. EraserHead has him in custody, it's okay."

"A-Are you sure?" His voice was tiny and almost childlike.

"Positive." Mirio smiled, but his mind was screaming at how wrong everything was, and how much healing his friend would have to go through. "I helped him take him down myself."

...

Togata sighed, placing down some apple slices on the coffee table, looking to his left at the teen curled up on the sofa, stomach and the back of his head wrapped in bandages. "Are you sure you don't want some? It's only apple." He promised.

Mirio's eye felt wet when a deep sob was drawn from his friend. "He made me eat someone, Miri'." He shook his head violently, curling up and pressing his chin to his knees. "I was so disgusted, but I couldn't throw up and I couldn't do anything!"

LeMillion came over, softly approaching his friend, sitting down besides him, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly until the boy unlatched from the fetal position, burying himself into the crook of his neck. "I know." He said simply. "This'll be a hill for us both to climb." He confessed quietly, smoothing over tension in Amajiki's back. "But I'll match you step by step. We'll get over this eventually."

"I wish it never happened." Tamaki sobbed.

"I do too." Hearing his friends choked sobs brought tears to his own eyes, and he felt them running down his face. He didn't wipe them away however - he needed Tamaki to understand that he would be with him, in tears and in spirit. "However, this is what we've got instead." He tried not to be harsh with his wording, but he probably could have done better. "Let's do this. The sooner you're healed, the sooner you can meet Eri. She's bound to put a smile on your face."

SunEater inhaled shakily. "I can imagine." He whispered tightly, hand grasping his best friends shirt, fingers wound in the fabric like it would keep him safe if he held on. "I'd l-like to try and ea-eat something now..."

Mirio ended up having to cut the skin off the red apple, the crimson colour too much for the recovering hero-in-training. But he ate, and all was silent and well as they watched an old cartoon from their childhoods. Amajiki was falling asleep on his shoulder, relaxed and at peace at last. It really did put a smile on Togata's face, to have his sunshine back and all together. Or well, mostly.

He would heal, Mirio was certain. If he didn't though, the student couldn't blame him, and would learn to love the new Manifest-quirk user that was his best friend.

[raendown]

Lovely anon, I am sorry for your wait. It seems I am always busy and therefore always late getting to these. 

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Rating: T+ Word count: 1855 Summary: Madara enjoys learning new things about Tobirama, if only so that he has something new to tease him with.

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Picky

Tobirama was going to get them both in trouble if he kept making that face. Granted, the way his nose wrinkled ever so slightly was kind of adorable, but even if he disliked what the daimyo was saying so much he should still know better than to show it so visibly. Doing his best to keep his version of a pleasantly interested expression on his face, Madara lightly jerked his foot against his companion’s ankle across the fancy dinner table. Tobirama looked up at him with a frown.

“What?” he hissed, lowering his voice so that only Madara could hear him.

“You’re doing it again. What’s your problem? He’s just talking about increasing crop revenues, what are you even disagreeing with?”

Instead of explaining himself, Tobirama deepened his scowl and looked down at the plate of food he had barely touched. Madara wondered if he wasn’t just feeling ill. As shinobi they both had large appetites – it took a lot of calories to build as much muscle as their line of work required – but he hadn’t seen his mission partner eat more than a few tiny bites of the vegetable curry they had been served for dinner. It was a worrisome thought, actually. If Tobirama was ill then he wouldn’t be on top of his game later when they spoke with the figurehead of the Fire Nation to request more funding.

Both of them returned their attention to the daimyo and his longwinded speech. As they listened, however, Madara allowed himself to peek over at his companion every couple of minutes when he was sure no one was looking, checking to see if the other man was still making those faces.

He was.

It struck him as slightly off behavior. Tobirama was a well-trained diplomat, much better versed in the intricacies of social behavior than his elder brother, so it was strange to see him being so obvious about his personal feelings for someone. Madara didn’t think much of their weak-minded Lord either but at least he wasn’t making scrunched up faces just listening to the man talk. Even he knew that would be considered childish and uncouth behavior.

The mystery was solved when he happened to glance over just as Tobirama brought his chopsticks to his bowl for another tiny bite. He watched the man dip the utensils in to his food and dig through it like he was looking for something in particular, his nose wrinkling again as he pushed a large piece of water chestnut off to one side, nostrils flaring with distaste when he shoved a sizable chunk of yellow pepper away as well. A look of relief appeared in his eyes as he excavated a small piece of mushroom and deposited it in to his mouth, chewing happily until he looked up and saw Madara watching him with a great deal of amusement.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?” Madara asked in a whisper.

“She taught me if I didn’t have anything nice to say that I should shut my mouth.”

“You didn’t learn that lesson very well, did you?”

“Fuck off and let me eat.”

Madara snorted softly, trying not to draw attention. “I would if I thought you might actually eat some of it instead of shoving it around your plate like a pouty child.”

“I said fuck off.”

Straightening his back and tensing his shoulders in the way he always did when he was getting defensive, Tobirama glared and very pointedly dug his chopsticks deep in to his bowl, pulling out a large portion of curry to shove it all in his mouth at once. He managed to chew three times before his entire face pinched and his eyes squeezed shut in a manner that sent Madara back some fifteen years in time. Suddenly he was sitting at the dinner table in his childhood home watching Izuna try something new for the first time and spitting it back out because it was ‘yucky’.

“Oh sweet sage,” he murmured, glee rising up and brightening his entire face. “You’re not grumpy over whatever he’s talking about. You don’t like your food! You’re picky!”

“I hate yellow peppers,” Tobirama hissed, spraying rice over the table and looking twice as disgusted.

“Amazing. Just amazing. This is great.”

“Shut up, Uchiha.”

“What else don’t you like in there? I see you’re not eating your chestnuts either. What, they don’t suit your snooty taste?”

If looks could kill Tobirama’s glare would have struck him down as the man drew himself up impossibly straighter and ground out between clenched teeth, “I don’t like the texture of them, for your information. It makes my skin crawl.”

“Remind me to stock up on water chestnuts when we get home. I’ll carry some around with me wherever I go and then you’ll never bother me about my reports again.” Madara snickered, clapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the noise. It only got worse when he saw Tobirama look down at his plate again with a look akin to a man marching to his doom.

“Only if you remind me to slip a few snakes in to your office again.”

“That was you! I hate snakes!”

“Yes, I know you do.”

Now they both glared at each other, utterly consumed with their own little world until they were jerked back out of it by a half-familiar voice called out Madara’s name. He whipped his head around to find the daimyo – and everyone else as well – staring straight at him.

“Ah, my lord?”

“I asked if everything was well, Uchiha-san.”

“Our sincerest apologies, my lord, but it seems as if, ah, my partner here has fallen ill. I believe he…ate something he disagreed with.” Madara did his best to imitate the innocent face which he’d seen Kagami use so many times to worm his way out of trouble. Whether it was that or his words, one of them seemed to be effective as the daimyo’s expression turned sympathetic.

Madara did his best not to react to the foot which kicked him under the table. Just this once he would have to allow his partner a fair retaliation.

“Perhaps it would be best if you retired for the evening, Senju-san? We would not wish for any of our loyal subjects to fall ill at our table.” The man at the head of the room clapped his hands and two servants rushed forward to remove Tobirama’s dishes. He was pompous and overly puffed up with his own importance but he was also gracious to those who served him. One could ask for little more from those in power.

“That is infinitely kind of you,” Tobirama murmured, clearly mortified to have to leave. Several other important figures were present, representatives from other clans or noble lords of the capital city, and many of them were already whispering to each other.

“I believe I should accompany him,” Madara heard his own voice say. “If my lord does not mind?”

“Of course, of course. We look forward to your companion’s better health.”

Both of them nodded politely and made their way from the dining hall side by side. Tobirama was already pale enough that he had no need to play up the image of illness as they walked the ten minute journey back to their rooms. He did make sure to lessen his normally perfect posture while Madara made a passing attempt at looking concerned.

The moment they were alone in their shared quarters with the door closed behind them Madara found himself shoved roughly up against the closest wall. It wasn’t exactly unexpected, though, and he schooled himself to be still as Tobirama shoved their faces close together with an irritable growl.

“Ate something I disagreed with?” he demanded. Madara smirked.

“Do you think anyone else caught my phrasing?”

“I don’t know why I put up with you.”

Knowing an apology would be little more than useless words, Madara opted for a tactic which had yet to fail him. His tongue traced along his bottom lip, waiting until Tobirama’s eyes dropped to watch its progress, then he tilted his head to the side and forward so that he could drag it against the stubble coming in on his lover’s chin.

“Because I let you play around with all those filthy fantasies you have. Naughty. What would your brother say if he knew just how depraved his little Tobi really is?”

“How many times have I told you not to talk about Hashirama and sex in the same sentence?” Despite the irritation clear in his voice, he stilled pressed himself forward until their bodies were flush against each other. “I hate you,” he groaned as the tongue lapping at his jaw turned to gentle nibbles. Madara chuckled against him.

“No you don’t.”

“Hmph.”

Moving upwards to take the other man’s earlobe between his teeth, Madara suckled gently before pulling away to murmur against a tattooed cheek. “How is it that I didn’t know you were such a picky eater?”

“Because you are woefully unobservant.”

“I resent that.”

“Last week I disposed of half of that concoction you made for dinner without you even noticing. You added eggplant. Ugh.”

“That was expensive! It was imported! And you threw it out!?” Madara jerked his head back to stare at the other incredulously, irritated when he received a prissy little huff in return.

“You seemed to like it. I moved it all on to your plate.”

Somewhat mollified by that, Madara tilted his head in thought. “Oh. That would explain why I feel like I’ve been eating more lately. Very sneaky; I almost approve. Tell me, what other things should I avoid?”

“Do you want the entire list?” Tobirama asked him dryly.

“You’re that picky? I thought it would just be a few things!” Amusement returned, along with the image of a younger Izuna sticking out his tongue in protest of what he had just eaten. “Well I’ll be damned. Senju Tobirama has the palate of a child!”

“I am not a child! As you well know!”

“Mm, yes, I can feel that.” Madara winked as he rolled his hips just enough to rub their lower bodies against each other in some interesting ways.

He was foiled, however, when Tobirama pulled away with a roll of his eyes.

“Well you can forget about that,” he murmured, turning and heading for the door leading to the bathroom. Madara gaped after him. It was just a bit of teasing, he hadn’t expected the other to take it so poorly.

Although he really should have, actually. He knew exactly how easy it was to offend his lover.

Rather than wallow in apologetic sympathy or even contemplate the idea of fixing the bad mood he had created, Madara allowed a slow, evil grin to cross his face. He had all the ammo he needed now to get back at Tobirama for that incident with the snakes. When they got back home he was going to have a long talk with Hashirama about his brother’s eating habits. Dinner time was war time now.

[f-l-writes]

Common Enemy

Warnings: Swearing. If anything else seems like it should be warned, let me know.

Word Count: 7912 (whoooo boy)

Requested: Yes, @taeyoapple / @sxngminhx

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You let out a sharp gasp as you were suddenly pushed forward by your best friend, Lee Min Ho. The two of you had been pretty much inseparable since fourth grade when you met and had virtually no secrets between you. Until today.

He had woken you up at the ass crack of dawn just to drag you out of the house so you two could spend the day together. While you had initially been annoyed, you had lost that feeling as soon as you stepped into Beansbins Myeongdong, one of your favorite restaurants. Immediately, you had grown semi-affectionate to Min Ho, imitating a sort of thanks to the man for taking you out to eat.

As you two settled down and began to eat, Min Ho got a call. He only listened, never saying a word before he hung up and focused his dark chocolate eyes on you before he spoke up, his voice eerily serious and somewhat scary, a state you rarely saw him and never wished to see him in.

“Once we’re done here, I’m going to take you home. I know I planned a day for us together, but something came up and I don’t need you getting caught in the crossfire,” he finished, looking over your worried features from the way your brows drew together and your lips formed a slight frown. He noted the concern in your Y/E/C orbs and he knew he would have to deal with it, unable to explain why. It wasn’t something you would understand until a later time.

“You have to promise me not to ask questions. I will explain everything once I get the chance but this is something too important for now. Do you understand, Y/N?” he questioned, watching as you slowly nodded, you frown deepening.

You didn’t like how odd Min Ho was acting. Even when he got into his scary serious state, he was never this vague. He always told you what was going on with him as soon as you asked but now he was telling you not to ask even a single question about why he was ending your day together early.

“Let’s just finish up, yeah?” you finally spoke, your voice low and timid, almost as though you weren’t sitting in front of your best friend Lee Min Ho. Instead, your voice imitated that of someone who was speaking to someone they were meeting for the first time and was shy of the interaction. On top of that shyness, though, was a sound of undeniable fear. For what, you didn’t know. However, it settled over your stomach, immediately snuffing out your appetite and want to be in the restaurant any further.

Once Min Ho had finished up, the two of you made your way out to his car and climbed in. His eyes seemed darker than they had ever been as he took another glance at his phone before pulling out of the parking lot, barely giving you time to put on your seatbelt and not even bothering with his own.

As you began the short, eight-minute drive back to your house, you noticed the slight paranoia that was rising in Min Ho as he continued to glance in his side view and rearview mirror. This, naturally, didn’t settle the ascending fear in your stomach, forcing you to wrestle down what you had eaten only three minutes prior.

“We’re taking a detour,” Min Ho suddenly stated as he pulled over into the turn lane, making a quick left turn as soon as he possibly could. You knew the path as one that led down to an underdeveloped and neglected road that not many people bothered traveling unless wanting to get a look at all the abandoned buildings in this particular part of the city. As he began the drive down the road, he swore quietly as he glanced back out the window.

Now you were in panic mode, wondering what the fuck was going on. Soon enough, Min Ho had turned sharply into the yard of one of the abandoned homes, leaving the engine going as he went to open the door. Turning back to you once more, he spoke, that uneasy seriousness back in his voice. “Duck down and do not move.” It was an absolute demand and you didn’t understand why.

However, you did as he asked and unbuckled your belt, settling into the spot on the floor where you wouldn’t be spotted from any outsiders unless they were right against the window. Your heart was pounding viciously in your chest as you remained on the floor, doing your best to calm your breathing, racing heart, and thousands of wild thoughts.

“Min Ho,” an unfamiliar voice began, “you really think you can get out of not paying back your debts? Instead, you take your little girlfriend on a breakfast date knowing well enough that I’m going to get my money back from you one way or another. And your interest has been piling up quite a bit. So what are you going to do? I can’t assume that your drug peddling and arms dealing has been making you much profit,” the unidentified man chuckled. “So you can pass over your girlfriend or you can take your proper punishment and gain sixty thousand dollars in three days.

Min Ho said nothing at this time and you hated that you couldn’t see him. You had developed the ability to know what he was thinking most of the time when you could see him, but now, unable to do so, you worried.

Soon, you were greeted with light pouring in through the now fully opened door of the car as Min Ho stood above you, pulling you out of the car quickly. I’ll rescue you, don’t worry. That was what he had whispered before he pushed you forward, giving you to the man who, you assumed, he had been speaking to prior. At this point, Min Ho was unable to meet your eyes and instead kept his focus trained on the unnamed man.

“Thank you for your compliance, Min Ho. As soon as we get our money, you get your girl,” he stated, grasping your left forearm tightly in his right hand, pulling you towards the completely blacked out van that had been following you and Min Ho previously. You didn’t bother fighting the man, still in too much of a shock at what Min Ho had done. What best friend hands you over for compensation?

Once you were inside the van and seated in one of the black leather seats, you buckled yourself in, letting your mind wander. The man who had interrupted your and Min Ho’s day was the only one in the van with you. He wore a white, oversized tee that was tucked into black jeans and had on black Adidas with white striped. His hair was dyed a dirty blonde like color with a few streaks of different color on the front.

The unnamed man had a rounded face, heart-shaped lips, and was clearly well maintained. As you continued to examine the man from your spot in the seat diagonal to his, you failed to realize the way his umber eyes flicked over to you in the rearview mirror. Even then, since he remained quiet as he flicked his gaze between the road and you, you continued to examine him as best you could. He had a broad nose bridge and obvious smile lines around his mouth. He had tanned skin that suited him perfectly and a resting face that would make you worry about talking to him even in a normal setting.

While you couldn’t deny the obvious beauty of the man, the fact that he was taking you somewhere unknown and you didn’t even know his name was rightfully off-putting to you. Building a sudden courage, you caught his eyes in the rearview mirror and spoke. “What’s your name and…” you faltered at the intensity of the look in his eyes as he watched you. Your voice quieted as you continued to speak. “Where are you taking me?”

If animals could speak, you knew you would be sounding like a scared mouse who was cornered by a cat that was ready for the kill. The look the boy gave you sent chills up and down your spine and it made you wonder what exactly was going to happen when you reached wherever you were going. Would he torture you? Kill you? So many thoughts whirled through your head as you let your eyes drop from his piercing gaze.

He remained silent for a moment, a regarding look now settling on his face. “I suppose that’s fair enough…” he said after a couple of minutes. “My name is Dong Hyuk. Most people call me Hae Chan, though, so feel free to do the same. As for where we’re going, I’m taking you to… my workplace of sorts,” he finished.

You thought for a moment, not about what he said, but rather the way his voice sounded. It was pleasant, to say the least. To you, it sounded smooth and honey-like. He paced his words in such a way that it made you want to listen to him talk forever under normal circumstances. Now, however, you only had a mild appreciation for it.

When the van pulled to a stop in an alleyway, Dong Hyuk climbed out and stood at the hood of the van, waiting for you to follow. He was fairly confident you wouldn’t do anything stupid such as trying to run, but if you did he always had a gun in the waistband of his jeans to scare you into submission. He wasn’t one who liked to lead by fear but he would if he needed to.

He watched as you circled around and, like before, Dong Hyuk grabbed your forearm and headed over to an entrance towards the end of the long alley. The actual door was guarded by a padlocked metal shutter*. Dong Hyuk pulled a set of keys out from his back pocket before quickly flicking through and unlocking the padlock, opening the shutter and then the unlocked door.

Gently, Dong Hyuk pushed you into the dimly lit area before stepping in himself, closing the gate and dummy-locking the lock. Once the second door was closed, he flicked on the light switches and revealed the full visuals for the indoor area.

It was high walled, the ceiling being too high for anyone to reach. The walls were painted an off-white and the floor was hardwood, made of what you assumed to be cedar wood. The main room was furnished with black furniture from the loveseat to the bean bag that was resting in the corner, a young boy perched on its seemingly velvety surface.

The boy on the bean bag chair had blonde hair that fell somewhat over his eyes as he focused on the book that was clutched in his hands. He had angular features from his nose and cheeks to jawline and he had a bit of an intimidating aura about him that made you want to avoid him. He seemed like the type of person who would have no care as he tore you down both physically and mentally. He was attractive, that much you could admit, but you couldn't see yourself approaching him for the life of you.

“That's Ren Jun,” Dong Hyuk stated, earning you the gaze of the young boy. He nodded in your direction once before he began to focus on his book once more. “He's not the most talkative. Prefers to keep to himself but he's our most effective weapons man, something I'd advise you keep in mind.”

Though you knew you were technically being kidnapped, it didn't seem that way at all. sure, there was a bit of a coldness towards you from Dong Hyuk due to him being your kidnapper, but you also felt like they wouldn't do anything to harm.you unless you disobeyed them, something you'd be too scared to do anyhow. You still don't know how you ended up in the middle of a crime lord money issue and you knew you could live without the answer too. Once you got out of this place, though, you foresaw you and Min Ho having a long talk about him handing you over to his rival.

“What are we doing with her?” a sudden voice, one that didn't match Ren Jun's or Dong Hyuk's, questioned. You turned towards the voice, your eyes landing on yet another pleasant-to-look-at boy.

This one has pink hair that was fading to more of a peach color and, like the others, extremely dark colored eyes. He had softer features than Ren Jun but was still fairly masculine looking, especially when you got to his jawline. Even from where you were standing, you could tell he had long lashes, the shadows from them casting over his eyes slightly. His lips were chapped in a way you never thought a person's lips could be chapped. It almost made you want to ask him if he wanted to borrow any, but you refrained seeing as you a) didn't have any on you and b) didn't know what kind of person he was to jokes like that. Instead, you allowed Dong Hyuk to speak up, introducing you to the third of the group.

“Jae Min, this is our… compensation for what Min Ho owes us,” he stated, pausing for a moment. “Why don’t you show them where they’ll be staying?”

You weren’t sure why, but the words immediately brought images of a dark, dank room with bloodstains on the walls and floors. The thought made you shiver slightly before looking back Jae Min, the boy flashing a smile in your direction. After a moment of refusing to move, Dong Hyuk took you by the shoulder, pushing you forward gently. Not wanting to be shoved again, you trudged behind Jae Min, your mental gears whirring over hundreds of different ideas as the stretched out silence enveloped you and the peach-haired man.

Once Jae Min stopped at a door that was painted a light blue color, he twisted the handle and pushed it open, revealing a room that was already set up and occupied. On two beds, that were in opposing corners, were two other girls. You furrowed your brows slightly as you looked at them, confused. Were they compensations as well?

Stepping into the room, you flinched slightly at the sound of hearing the door close behind you. One of the girls, who appeared to be Chinese, glanced up from the phone she had in her hand, greeting you silently with a smile. The other one, this one being Korean, was more excited to be introduced to a new girl. She hopped out of her bed and made her way over to you with a smile as she spoke.

“Hello! My name’s Ha Yoon. I’m Je No’s girlfriend,” that statement took you by surprise and your eyes widened. She was dating one of the guys here? You watched as she pointed to the Chinese girl before picking up again. “That’s Chao Xing. She’s with Chen Le.” Again, you were surprised. The fact that they were living here willingly was quite the surprise to you.

“Anyways, enough about us~ Who are you?”

You froze for a moment, your brain shutting down for a second before restarting. “I’m, uh, I’m Y/N…” you didn’t want to go beyond that, seeing as while they were here on their own accord, you were forced over because of your best friends ridiculous decision.

Instinctively, you meant to reach into your back pocket and grab your phone to check for messages from Min Ho or even to check the time. Your heart skipped a beat upon realizing it wasn’t there, meaning it must have fallen out while you were on the floor of Min Ho’s car. You restrained yourself from swearing aloud before looking to Ha Yoon, the girl chuckling slightly.

“Don’t worry about your phone. They would have taken it anyways. And you don’t need to worry about not telling us your situation. Chao Xing was taken by Ren Jun from a rival group in China and brought her here. Chen Le ended up being the one that comforted her during her nightmares and eventually the two started dating. As for myself, I…,” her bubbly demeanor faltered for a moment, her eyes growing dark, “I was being used as a ploy to bait other gangs. These boys, they call themselves “Dream”, took the bait but they ended up getting into a gunfight and ended up killing everyone who was part of it and hadn’t run off halfway through. They brought me to their old hideout and Je No was the one who was supposed to get information out of me about everything the group I was forced to work for did since the leader wasn’t there during the fight… Once I told them what I knew, though, I was pretty much free to do as I wanted!” the bubbliness was back and honestly you weren’t sure if you preferred her being more hallowed out in the memory of the past or being upbeat.

“I wasn’t really a special case. My best friend borrowed some money from Dong Hyuk and he didn’t have it today so I was passed over until Dong Hyuk gets what he needs…” you explained with a shrug, feeling somewhat sheepish and not wanting to explain that Min Ho was part of his own underground crime network.

Ha Yoon looked at you with what seemed to be pity before the door was pushed open slightly, a head poking through a moment after. It was Jae Min again, his lips pulled back in a bright smile again as he looked at the three before speaking.

“Dong Hyuk wants to talk to you, Y/N. Don’t take too long.” though the words sounded harmless, you couldn’t help but to feel a slight threat behind those words.

Excusing yourself from the girls, you made your way out of the room and followed Jae Min, who’d been waiting behind a closed door, to where Dong Hyuk was. Once in the nearly bare room, you took a seat across from where Dong Hyuk was, folding your hands in your lap, playing with your nails nervously.

“I need you to tell me what you know about Min Ho and what he had been planning on doing with the money I lent him,” Dong Hyuk stated. It was less of a demand and more so like he was speaking to a scared animal and, while the concern touched you slightly, you were sure it was just a device to get you to say something. Not, of course, that you knew anything.

“I didn’t know anything about his criminal life. He never brought me into it before today and the days were we had to end hanging out early he just claimed it was work. I never knew he loaned money from anyone,” you admitted, your eyes flickering from your hands to Dong Hyuk’s eyes while you spoke.

He seemed like he was about to push for something before shaking his head and leaning back. “Do you remember seeing anything off while visiting his home?” Dong Hyuk questioned, choosing a different approach.

“Maybe? His counter was usually filled with papers that had stuff written on them that didn’t make sense to me…” you paused for a moment, thinking back on one of the pieces that you read. “On one of them it mentioned a heist…” you said quietly, your eyes going back to Dong Hyuk from where they fell on the papers. “That might be what it was for but it’s hard to tell if it was for something else,” you admitted.

“Any information is good information, Y/N. Just tell me what you know.”

“He has a safe in his basement. I didn’t know about it until recently when he left me at his house alone for a couple hours but I was able to find the combination and unlock it. It had cash in it but I’m not sure how much… I wasn’t sure at the time how he acquired so much until hearing you two talk earlier,” you admitted, watching as the boy nodded.

“I think that’s all I’ll need for today. Why don’t you go settle down in your room and get some rest?” there was a slight level of sinisterness to his words but you simply nodded as you stood, making your way back to the room as quickly as you could, not even realizing that you had stepped into the wrong one at first.

Once the door was closed behind you, you close your eyes and leaned against it with a sigh, only opening them when you heard a timid sounding male voice break through the silence. On a bed that was pushed up to the wall in the center of the room was an orange-ish haired boy watching something on his phone, curled up in his bed.

“Oh shit, sorry,” you said, your cheeks lighting up in a blush as you turned to open the door again, hands fumbling with the knob for a second before retreating back into the hallway.

You were promptly met with a laugh, causing your eyes to snap up from the floor, thinking it was Jae Min. Instead, you saw yet another unfamiliar boy. He was somewhat cat-like with features that bordered both soft and angular. He was handsome, to say the least, but there was a slight glint in his eyes that caused you to be wary of him almost immediately.

“I take it you’re the one who just got pulled from Min Ho’s shit?” the boy questioned, leaning against the wall as he looked you over.

“Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that… Who are you?”

“I’m Je No. More than likely you’ve probably heard my name from Ha Yoon. She likes to “flaunt”,” he made air quotes with his fingers, “that we’re dating but it’s just something she’s made up in her mind. Chao Xing and Chen Le, on the other hand actually are so I wouldn’t mess around with Chen Le too much,” Je No spoke, watching you nod.

“Why lead Ha Yoon on then?”

“I’m not. She’s doing this to herself. She thinks anytime I speak to her is me speaking to her as a significant other. Honestly, I’m just hoping she’ll come to her senses soon,” he responded, his tone lazy and uncaring.

“I’m sure it’ll dawn on her soon,” you said, your own tone souring and turning bitter now.

“Oh, I would hope. I’m tired of her clinging to me as soon as she steps out of that room,” Je No admitted pushing himself off the wall before walking back towards the living room. “I’ll see you around though.”

As soon as he disappeared down the hall and around the corner, you turned and made your way back towards the proper room, deciding to make proper friends with the girls as a feeling that you were going to be there for a while filled you.

A few weeks passed and there was still no sign of Min Ho. You didn’t speak much to the boys and your patience with Ha Yoon and Chao Xing had worn thin. Ha Yoon only ever really gushed about Je No while Chao Xing, while still somewhat practicing her Korean yet knew English well enough, refused to speak to you in either language.

Dong Hyuk hardly spoke to you and he was the only one you really wanted to bother speaking to for the fact that you wanted to know more about his and Min Ho’s interactions. However, he avoided you like the plague and whenever you did try to talk to him, he just ignored you and walked off.

At this point, you were sure you could just walk out and no one would bat an eye. With that thought on your mind, you made your way towards the door and gripped the handle, only to be yanked away from the door.

“Don’t do that again,” you were warned, the voice sending chills down your spine as it was whispered in your ear dangerously.

If you couldn’t tell who it was by the voice, you may as well have been a fool, especially when he stepped back and revealed himself to be Dong Hyuk.

“What does it even matter at this point? How can I even be compensation if I’m not worth anything?” you complained, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked up to the slightly taller male.

“Because you’re the incentive that I need to get my money back from Min Ho. I have been sending him threats with you involved for the last week. Be glad we’re not as bad as some gangs out there who would be beating you within an inch of your life,” Dong Hyuk stated with a low growl in his voice before he turned away, making his way off to, you assumed, his room. His words sent chills down your spine and you worried about what might happen the next time you try something similar.

When you finally got over his words, you made your way over to the couch. settling down on the black, plush surface and leaning back, eyes staring out at the white wall in front of you. Where the hell was Min Ho? Why wasn't he there to get you out yet? Thousands of questions went through your mind as you stared blankly at the wall, the feelings that should have been there within the first three weeks hitting you hard now. You turned over on the couch after snapping your eyes away on the wall, curling up. You made sure to keep quiet, though it didn’t make your shaking body invisible to anyone.

It was now that your brain went into overdrive as it thought about everything that you had missed in the last three weeks. You were sure you had at least one hundred missed calls on your phone from your mom and you were positive that you had just been dropped from college. You didn’t know if Min Ho was alright or not and you weren’t even sure if any of your other friends had noticed your sudden disappearance. A sarcastic voice answered back in your head, causing you to feel more guilt than you had ever felt in your life. If you hadn’t pushed everyone away, then maybe they would care.

Maybe it was only the release of tears that hadn’t been there for a long while that was pushing these thoughts onto your mind or maybe it was a genuine guilt that you had buried and refused to let it come up for this exact reason. Whatever it was, more and more thoughts surfaced and left you a mess on the couch.

You didn’t realize when one of the boys entered the room or made their way over to you until you felt a hand on your shoulder, jerking you out of your thoughts. You refused to turn to see who it was and simply stated “go away”, hoping that they would listen.

“Are you alright?” It was Ji Sung. After the first day of you stumbling into his room, he had been one of the more friendly ones to you. Je No proved to be less of an asshole than you thought and Jae Min was an intense flirt. You didn’t talk much with Ren Jun but when you did, he always revealed some interesting things. Chen Le and you didn’t talk at all and only spared one another short glances and nods in greeting. You had had your fair share of conversations with Dong Hyuk and, while most were pleasant, he could be quite difficult to understand. To you, it seemed like he was always trying to pull information out of you about Min Ho and his little crime group. Every now and then a man named Mark would stop by and check in on the boys who lived in the building. He seemed to be some sort of honorary member and you liked it when he was around. He was nice to talk to and didn’t pose the same problems that the others did.

“It’s nothing, Ji Sung,” you muttered into the black surface of the couch before suddenly you were forced to turn onto your back so you didn’t fall off the couch by him pulling you off.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned, his voice a bit harsher than before as he looked down at your puffy-eyed form.

He felt bad for you, he really did. Though he had basically been raised in a gang, he was still an emotional teenage boy who felt bad for what you were going through. He didn’t like seeing people sad and you were a big one on that list. Though you two hadn’t spoken much since you walked in on him watching YouTube that one day, the times when you did have a conversation were meaningful and often lasted hours. In this sense, Ji Sung had claimed you as a partial sister and mother. You listened to his every word in his rants, offered him help and advice and now it was his turn.

“You know you can tell me,” his voice was quiet now, watching as you moved to sit up, Ji Sung leaping at the chance to sit beside you as his knees began to throb at the slight pain of kneeling for so long.

“I just want to know why Min Ho hasn’t come to get me yet… I’m sure it couldn’t take three weeks to get what he needs. Not when he’s doing this... job…” you weren’t even sure what to call it. Was it even a proper occupation? Sure, you made money but it wasn’t legal.

“I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe he’s still will but… I don’t think he will. It seems he’s more focused on keeping his money to himself than he is to save you. I don’t know him personally like you did but… If I were in his situation I’d be doing everything to get you back.” he was startled at the end of his words when you pulled him into a tight hug, beginning to sob lightly once more into the top of his head.

Despite being much taller than you, the way he was sitting prompted him to be pulled into your chest and he felt almost like a child. He pulled away after an awkward moment on his end before moved closing, pulling you into a tentative hug, letting you sob into his black Slayer shirt instead. He patted you back slowly, wanting to help you calm down as best as he could.

When you stopped crying after what seemed like an eternity and pulled away from the younger, yet towering, male, you stood and thanked him for his words.

“Try and get some rest. I’ll talk to you later,” he said with a smile as he stood as well, placing a hand on your shoulder, watching as you nodded before walking down the hallway.

Dong Hyuk appeared in the room not much longer after you walked down the hall before walking over to Ji Sung. The younger boy was quite surprised by the determined look in Dong Hyuk’s eyes as he strode over before standing before Ji Sung.

“Why was she crying?” he questioned, his tone showing no hint of actual care.

“She missed Min Ho. She was wondering why he hadn’t come to save her yet. She doesn’t want to be here, Dong Hyuk. Why can’t we just let her go? It’s obvious that Min Ho’s not going to give you your money back,” Ji Sung stated, his tone sharper than it had been with you and his demeanor a bit harsher.

“Because-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Dong Hyuk. She’s not compensation for your lost money. You just made the loan to the wrong man and he’s not giving it back, not even for his friend. It’s time you let her out cause you’re not getting anything from her. She doesn’t deserve to be here.” with that, Ji Sung walked off, heading out for a walk to calm himself and leaving Dong Hyuk to think over his words.

Was he going to let you go? Absolutely not. Would try to make you feel more at home? He figured now was the best time to try. Making his way back down the hall, he found himself in front of the door to the room you shared with the two other girls. He knocked quickly and entered once he heard someone say come in.

Poking his head through the opening he made, he glanced in, looking immediately over to your bed. He noticed just how puffy your eyes still were and something in his chest ached at the thought that you were crying over a friend who had abandoned you after giving you up so easily.

“Y/N…” he began carefully, unsure of what to say, “can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Why?”

“I just need to talk to you, please. Don’t make this difficult.”

You grunted as you threw yourself up into a sitting position before getting off the bed and walking towards the door, walking past him once you pulled it open wide enough. You didn’t want to talk to him, he knew that much, but he needed to start making you feel better. Like you were at home instead of being held captive. Once the two of you made it to his room, he opened the door and let you in.

You were reluctant to talk to him, but you had no fight left in you to argue against him so you simply went along with him. You figured he’d be taking you to that godforsaken interrogation room again but you were surprised to see he took you to his own bedroom instead. Stepping in, you glanced around to see that it was the most minimalist room you have ever stood in. There was nothing on the walls and his nightstand was nearly bare as well except for a lamp and one framed photo. The walls were the same white as the walls in the living room and his bed was carefully done with a dark blue comforter and light blue pillows.

Walking over to the bed once Dong Hyuk had taken a seat on it, you stood at the end of it, looking at him while you crossed your arms over his chest, wondering just what the hell he wanted.

“Ji Sung told me why you were crying. Don’t yell at him for telling you, I told him to tell me and they don’t usually disobey me. But… I can’t let you go cause there’s still a slim chance that he’ll give me what I need. However, I don’t want you feeling trapped so I’ll make a deal with you, does that sound alright?”

Slowly, you nodded your head, interested suddenly in what he was saying. What kind of deal would make you want to stay with them at all?

“As long as you have someone with you, you can go out and do your day to day things. We can get you a job somewhere and have one of the boys watch over you to make sure Min Ho doesn’t try anything and we can get you enrolled in a community college alongside myself or Je No or even Mark once we tell him what’s going on. You don’t have to love it here, but consider it a temporary home until I get my money and you can go back to living life like you used to.”

Fuck. It was a good deal and hardly came with any costs aside from having someone watch over you every time you went out. You hardly needed any time to think before nodding. “I’ll take it,” you stated, your eyes brighter than they had been in weeks. You wanted nothing more than to finally go outside. You felt like you were going crazy being locked inside for three weeks.

“Glad to hear. Let’s start with arranging who you’ll be with your first week. This is the person you’ll be around all week to make sure nothing happens to you. Who would you feel comfortable with for week one?”

Your answer, to Dong Hyuk, was to be expected. “Ji Sung.”

“Then him it shall be. Once he gets back from his walk, I’ll get everyone together to explain what’s happening and then you two are free to do as you like,” Dong Hyuk stated as he stood.

Within two more months, you had begun to feel like everything was finally normal, more or less at least. You hadn’t had any run-ins with Min Ho despite going to what had been your favorite places to hang out and you had a fun time getting to know each of the guys within the criminal group. Dong Hyuk had proved to be better than you thought during your week of being with him and it almost made you want to hang around him longer. Most weeks, you chose to be around either Ji Sung or Jae Min as they were the ones you had gotten closest two over you three months of being around the boys.

However, as of lately, you’d found yourself wanting to be around Dong Hyuk more and more. He was showing himself to be a great person that you had a lot in common with and you really enjoyed his company. In fact, though you would never say it to anyone else, you were beginning to get a slight crush on the man.

You weren’t sure how he felt, so you kept your mouth shut, but the crush was there and festering, waiting for the day you accidentally did something to fuck it all up and expose yourself. You didn’t like that you liked him, you hated it in fact. but you had tried everything to get yourself to stop liking him and it seemed like nothing was working. You reminded yourself he was a crime lord, not someone to be in a relationship and it didn't work. He was just so… perfect? Well, more like imperfectly perfect but it still went without saying that every time you were around him, the feeling grew more and more.

Even as you made your way to his room ask him to head out with you, you felt your heart speed up fifty times faster than what was good for you. Your hands became sweaty, your cheeks blushed red as you thought about him and your stomach churned. You hadn’t ever liked someone as much as you liked Dong Hyuk and it was almost painful. Every time you thought about him now, you found yourself thinking about his lips, how soft his hands were and how you would give anything to hold them more often than him grabbing your hand to pull you away from waltzing in front of someone.

There you went again, losing yourself in thoughts of him even though you were right outside his door. Knocking lightly, you pushed it open when you thought you heard a “come in”. Instead, you stumbled in on a conversation between Je No and Hyuk.

“How the fuck do you expect me to tell her that, Je No? It’s like I just walk up to her out of nowhere and be like ‘hey, I like you a lot can we go on a date and maybe make you my girlfriend?”

“Not when you say it like that you can’t, Jesus. That was horrible.”

“Je No,” he voice held a warning to it.

“Sorry. But you can tell her, you know. It won’t be that hard,” Je No said, before turning and freezing when he saw you there. It was only temporary though as a casual smile came to light up his face as he walked past you.

“Uh, sorry about barging in. I thought I heard you say I could…” you muttered quietly, your mind playing over the conversation. Surely it wasn’t you he could like, right? There had to be someone else. You didn’t find yourself to be someone special and with his job, you were sure he had met plenty of beautiful women.

“It’s fine,” he said, his sweet voice filling your ears like music. “What did you need?”

“I wanted to head out for a walk in the park and I wanted you to come with me…”

“I think it was Ji Sung’s week to be with you?” he questioned, quirking a brow slightly as he looked at your now blushing figure.

“It is, but I wanted to spend some time with you.” Oh, there you went. If he didn’t catch on now he was blinder than you.

“Sure. I needed to talk to you anyways,” he said with a smile as he stood and walked over to the door, the two of you walking down the hall together to get your shoes. The entire time, you were trying to control your speeding heart, wondering what he needed to talk to you about.

Once the two of you made it to the park, you began to walk down one of the darkening trails as the sun slowly set, peeping the beautiful pinks, oranges, and lingering blues through the trees. At first, it was complete silence, neither of you saying a word as you took in the nature around you from the trees to the flowers that were growing in the well-kept grass.

The pathway itself was beautiful, the branches intertwining overhead and never hanging low enough to get in one’s face. You could only wonder how it looked in winter. Probably like a wonderland, somewhere you would want to spend every day until winter ended.

In the corner of your eye, you caught Dong Hyuk looking at you, his eyes bright and wide. You turned your own head to look at him as he suddenly stopped, you following behind shortly.

“Dong Hyu-”

You were quickly cut off by him stepping towards you and, quite harshly, pressing his lips to yours. However, when you reciprocated the action, he grew softer, his hands coming to a rest on your cheeks while your own claimed his shoulders.

When you finally drew apart, you were both out of breath, your cheeks burning a deep crimson red. Dong Hyuk suddenly grew shy as he hid himself behind his hands, mumbling “sorry” and “my god I’m an idiot”. You couldn’t help but to release a school-girlish giggle as you walked up to him, pulling his hands away from his face before taking the male’s soft and rounded cheeks in your own and pulling him into a careful kiss.

Your worries from earlier were proven to be wrong and you didn’t know why you liked him despite his occupation, but knowing he liked you back made it hard to be against being with him. When you pulled away this time, you kept him close, letting your breath mingling with his as your cheeks widened to accommodate a smile and his only burned darker, the heat bringing pricks of tears to his eyes.

“So, I’m assuming you like me too?” he questioned, trying to calm his own galloping heart.

“I would hope so or it might seem odd I kissed you,” you chuckled, grabbing his hand and entwining it with your own. “And that I’m doing this.”

“So… You’re my girlfriend now?”

“Woah there, never agreed to that,” you joked, watching as his face fell before quickly fixing it. “I’m kidding, Hyuk. I would love to be your girlfriend,” you responded, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

From somewhere behind you, you heard a gentle, familiar “holy shit”. Both of you turned around to spot Min Ho, standing in the middle of the path where he had happened to stumble and ended up spotting the two of you.

As Hyuk was about to say something, you stopped him, waved goodbye to Min Ho with a slight smile on your face and pulled Dong Hyuk away. Who knew that being abandoned by your once greatest friend could lead to making a better friend and boyfriend.

[goblincas]

Entry Level Angel | Ch 1

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Saturday, October 3rd:

“Ah, wait— shit!”

Splosh.

Cas's muscles stiffened on reflex, gaze sinking into his outstretched forearm. Oh…

…interesting?

Freshly towel-dried skin was now slick with the sheen of froth and espresso. Cradled loosely in his opposite hand was a half-empty mug, Han Solo decal fixing him with a lopsided smirk. Heh, fitting.

Hot coffee. He’d just doused his bare arm in hot coffee.

(Spine-chillingly pricey, imported coffee, at that— lord, what a waste.)

And, seemingly by the grace of his mid-century modern kitchen, he wasn’t burnt. The heat was certainly there, sliding and prickling against the surface of his skin, like some kind of extra-strength Pop Rocks— but there was no pain. There was no reddening of his flesh, his arm still tinged golden by the dusty mid-morning sunlight.

Well, that’s certainly… new.

By all existing reason, Cas knew that he should’ve promptly begun flipping his shit. This had to be an indicator of some kind of bio-engineered, flesh-hacking disease, right? That, or one of the few witches he knew had decided to not-so-discreetly take him on as a spell-casting dummy.

Or a curse, even? Although, it would have been hilariously counter-productive for an act of vengeance to protect him from injury. Hell, even then, Cas didn’t exactly have a reputation of pissing people off— at least, past his occasional gaudy fashion choices. Those could be distracting and potentially upsetting, depending on the refinement of one’s taste.

Now, that would just have been a petty curse, but Cas would have understood. Some people simply found deeper value in upholding their preferred aesthetics.

Plick.

Cas continued to rattle his mind, all the while watching individual drops of coffee slither and drip from his arm. They puddled onto the linoleum floor, alongside the steadily materializing globs of his thought process, as it continued to slobber out of his skull. Should he do something? Should he at least tell someone? Was it serious, or simply a one-time miracle on an otherwise forgettable morning? There was certainly a chance that he had just been saved a visit to Urgent Care.

Should he even risk alerting Dean, his famously magic-phobic best friend and roommate?

Plick.

Plick—

After some frenzied consideration, Cas jolted back to life and moved to clean up the spill.

⁂

If anything mattered to Cas during that casually nihilistic time following his quarter-life crisis, it was his Saturday afternoon ‘bonding’ sessions with Dean. Each week, they slumped on opposite ends of their thrift-tier sofa, quietly grading the assignments of their respective students. Instrumental rock pulsed through phone speakers and took over most of the surrounding air, alongside beats of note-taking, typing, and periodic tongue-clicking.

Frankly, for Cas, it was the epitome of domestic bliss.

As much as he lived for his and Dean’s more active conversations, Cas also reveled in the security of their quieter rituals. Apparently, Cas had developed a bit of a thing for unspoken intimacy, even if they weren’t—

“Hey, you hungry?”

Dean was now nudging Cas with a socked foot, gently prodding at his roommate’s calf. Cas peered up from his lap. All the while, Dean continued to stare vacantly at his laptop screen, vision almost certainly falling out of focus.

The fading traces of daylight framed Dean from behind, the tousled tips of his hair glowing like a field of candlelight. Pair that with his corpse-worthy dark circles, and there you had it: the duality of Winchester. The very essences of life and death, all bundled up into the appearance of one man. One man who sure as hell hadn’t been prioritizing sleep, lately.

“Cas? Dinner? You interested?”

Now, Dean’s gaze had turned upwards, scoping Cas out.

Cas hummed. “I guess,” he said, absentmindedly clicking the pen in his hand. “Honestly, I haven’t had much of an appetite, today. But yeah, I should probably eat something.”

“Huh. Have you at least eaten, at all? Like, anything?”

Upon reflection, the closest Cas had come to “eating” had involved him reverse-baptizing his forearm with his morning coffee. Hunger hadn’t been on his subconscious to-do list, that day.

Honestly, he wouldn’t have been shocked if his caffeine-free panic attack was what had killed his appetite, in the first place.

Cas shrugged, dismissive. “No, I haven’t. Maybe I’m getting sick, I don’t know.”

At that, Dean hauled his supplies over to the center of the couch, before swinging his legs over the side. “Dude. Guess I’m gonna have to feed the shit outta you, then,” Dean grumbled, already heading toward the kitchen, cutting the music on his way there.

Exit Dean Winchester, world-class champion of passive-aggressive mother-henning.

Clearing his own lap onto the nearby coffee table, Cas trailed just behind.

By the time Cas had reached the narrow archway dividing the kitchen from their living space, Dean was rifling enthusiastically through the refrigerator. “Okay, so I know you don’t have much of an appetite, but do you got any preference?” he asked, stealing a glance toward Cas, before returning his attention to the fridge.

Again, Cas shrugged. He took a seat at the breakfast bar, leisurely tapping his fingertips against the pale pink surface. “No preference, no,” he replied, right as Dean was shifting his focus over to the freezer.

“Okay, well, you in the mood for—” Dean began, before abruptly cutting himself off. He was left staring into the open freezer, unmoving.

“Yes, Dean?”

“Cas,” Dean grunted, side-eyeing Cas from over his shoulder. “What the hell is in the freezer?”

To his lukewarm dismay, Cas didn’t need to ask what Dean was referring to. He still wished that he’d remembered to mention it before Dean had made the discovery, however. “Oh,” he said, gnawing at his lip. “So, when you were out visiting Sam this morning, I told my co-worker she could stop by. Basically, she’s in the middle of moving apartments, and she’d only just enchanted some moss the other day, so—”

“Enchanted moss? So, our freezer is packed with, like, thirty Tupperwares full of… fuckin’ accursed tree snot?”

Half-heartedly, Cas began to tug on the peach-fuzzy leaf of the nearest houseplant. Eclectically-arranged greenery could be found across a fair portion of the kitchen. And those god-forsaken plants were now sat, silently observing Cas's situation— assholes, even if their amusement was well-concealed. “Dean, that’s rude. She’d put a lot of time and effort into enchanting it, and she didn’t want to risk it getting destroyed during her move. I’m only being polite,” he said, finishing at a mutter. Cas hesitated before rolling his eyes, belatedly punctuating his argument with a bit more fervor.

“Cas—”

“Oh, also, I’m pretty sure it’s only fourteen Tupperwares. Not thirty.” Because, clearly, thirty would just have been excessive. After all, there was such a thing as too much DIY, home-enchanted purple and red moss. Cas liked to believe that his co-worker wasn’t crossing that delicate threshold; he wasn’t a witch himself, but it was only fair to give her judgment the benefit of the doubt.

With a short huff, Dean turned back to shut the freezer door. “Whatever, guess it’s good we don’t keep much shit in there, anyway,” he said, crouching down to return to the fridge. “But I’m blaming you if I, like, sprout a third arm in my sleep, or somethin’.”

“Dean!” Cas gasped, albeit weakly. “She’s a dryadic witch. I highly doubt she spends too much time working with… freaky limb-growth magic.”

With a concluding grunt, Dean began to yank fresh beef and a head of lettuce from the fridge.

⁂

It didn’t seem to take long for Dean to notice: Cas's face had twisted in on itself, contorting mid-chew of his burger. Cas let out a weak gag in the back of his throat, but for the most part, he was still.

“Uh, hey, Cas? Somethin’ goin’ on over there?” Dean asked. He took a swig of his beer, waiting for Cas to collect himself.

Cas swallowed the food that, up until that moment, he’d considered to be Dean’s specialty. “This tastes weird,” he mumbled, squinting at his meal.

It really did, though— somehow, the flavor was morphing between acrid and utterly tasteless, as it all turned to a tacky paste on his tongue.

Dean nearly gagged on his beer, sputtering onto the countertop. “Dude, way to lay it on thick. Hell,” he grumbled. Still, the chuckle that followed was light.

“No, I mean— actually, I don’t know what I mean. Other than, I guess I am sick, then,” Cas said, dropping his hardly-touched burger as if it had personally slighted him. “I can hardly taste. God, this is awful.”

Dean smirked. “Or, just maybe, you’ve been afflicted by the presence of The Accursed Moss.” Dean was clearly attempting to appear somber in the face of his great revelation, but had hardly managed to contain his giggle.

“I swear to god, Dean Winchester, you are a menace.”

“Fuck off, man, I’m a delight.”

And Cas couldn’t possibly will himself to disagree.

Not long after his aborted attempt at force-feeding himself— formerly known as “dinner”— Cas opted to head to bed early. It hadn’t been an easy decision to make; he was consciously sacrificing time spent with Dean that didn’t involve either work or… meaty disappointments.

Sure, initially, it had seemed to be a perfectly responsible plan of action; this decision was further endorsed by Dean, whose not-so-inner caretaker was already well in action. Still, Cas was soon struck by a pretty vital realization: This would have been simpler if he were at all tired. He was initially willing to sympathize with his body— it wasn’t as if he usually crashed at seven o’clock on a Saturday night. Internal adjustments would have to be made, surely. After all, he was a man of… semi-strict routine.

Several hours of lying awake later, however, and Cas had to admit that he was a bit miffed.

The air in his room was beginning to feel especially dry, as were the inner surfaces of his mouth. He let out a tempered groan, grinding the heels of his palms into his eye sockets. If he really was coming down with a cold, and this was what it was going to be like, then the next few days were going to be miserable.

Still, admittedly, Cas couldn’t exactly say he felt all that ill, aside from his newfound distastes for eating and sleeping— which, sure, were probably two of his favorite pastimes. Until—

Cas found himself rolling out of his blanket cocoon, both to oblige his fidgety legs and to grab a glass of water. He had barely reached the foot of his bed when he began to burn.

What, a hot flash? Seriously, now?

God, a really, absurdly skin-searing hot flash.

Staggering on loose legs, Cas fell backward, perching on the edge of his mattress.

Just ahead, he was able to catch his reflection in the full-body mirror, where it leant against the otherwise bare wall. Despite the dark of the room, Cas was able to make out his paling features, cast over by moonlight.

And, as a delightful bonus, there was also the visible outline of his rib cage. Which was glowing, hot and electric blue, its light seeping through his flimsy T-shirt.

Yikes. So…

Was ‘auto X-raying bioluminescent abdomen’ a symptom of anything serious?

Before Cas had a chance to find his phone and consult the WebMD app, or even the worryingly extensive Curses4You™ database—

—the room seemed to collapse in on itself, oozing into black.