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Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 8 - Close Call▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ From the moment he saw you in the convenience store, he’d already labeled you as a major pain in the ass.

The way you stared back at him in disgust—the way everyone fucking stared at him—like he was some piece of garbage to be thrown out, made him want to strangle you until he saw the light leaving your eyes.

You must’ve thought you were so fucking cool, talking back to him when you had no clue who he was or what he’s capable of.

Just another one of those irritating clueless fucking NPCs. ◢ Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight • Nine

Chapter 8 - Close Call

Time is passing by, leaving you behind.

You know that because you’ve been watching the changing colors seeping through the old glass panels of your dirty windows, dancing against your almost-white walls.

Sometimes, the fog in your cerebrum would lift long enough for you to hear things like motorcycles racing down the empty streets. Or the neighbors arguing with each other, somewhere alongside the building.

You don’t remember when or how, but your head ended up hanging off of your bed and you’re now boring holes into the floor with those empty eyes of yours. Maybe you’re lucky enough to form a blood clot soon, have a stroke and finally get away from this shithole people call life. On better days you’d snort at the thought, but today is not one of those.

Today, you feel empty.

Somewhere deep down, you think you feel hungry too.

When did you eat last?

You’ve been laying on your bed like this for hours, maybe even days, just wasting away, tuning in and out of thinking, occasionally interrupted by the sound of your friend trying to reach you, but you haven’t been reading the past few texts at all.

They have a key to your apartment, but they don’t use it in times like these. You’ve made a deal that as long as you sometimes reply, they won’t try to come and bother you.

You need space. So much space. Space to pretend you don’t exist.

Last time you shut down like this was somewhere last year, after your ex—that ex—found out where you lived and showed up to ‘talk’. Talk with his fist against your face, when you told him, knife in your hand, to fucking dare get any closer.

It was a good thing that Taylor has the sixth sense of a helicopter parent, otherwise you might have cut his throat open. He’d left after, but not before you told him that if he were to show again, you’d expose all the dirt you’ve had on him, even if it meant you’d rot in prison too.

You should have known he’d try to get back at you somehow, probably happily selling the porn to Shigaraki first chance he got.

But that was your fault and your fault only, wasn’t it?

You chose to be with him. You chose to stay with him despite all the things he put you through. You could’ve just left, but you didn’t. There is always a choice, isn’t there? You always have a say in life. You could’ve said no, could’ve walked away from the monsters, could’ve killed yourself at least, but you didn’t.

Your mother, your teachers, hell, even Shigaraki was dead on. You’re nothing but a series of failures, disguising yourself as something else, pretending you’re functional. You ruined everything. You always do.

It’s hard to breathe right now.

You’d sunk yourself to the floor, curling up in a ball and screwing your overflowing eyes shut. You count to ten, you pick different garbage around your room to look at, but you still can’t breathe. The tightness of your throat doesn’t let up, but it’s better to feel suffocated than to hyperventilate until you pass out. So you crawl to the meds next to your bed and overdose on them if only a little bit. Enough to keep you sedated for the rest of the day.

It’s good that Taylor isn’t here to see you like this. They almost put you in the looney bin last year when they called the police and paramedics, thinking your corpse might have been rotting in your apartment.

You got really mad at them, that you remember. The police dude wrote the both of you up for wasting his fucking time with ‘dramatics’, so your friend ended up getting a copy of your apartment key and a promise from you.

It makes you shake your head, thinking back on it.

You’re leaning against the bed frame now, still on the floor, the empty stomach making the meds kick in faster than they should be. It feels nice to feel nothing. You hope you someday get to feel nothing forever. Maybe someday soon.

You envy your friend. They aren’t as fucked up as you are. They don’t need to shut down. All they usually needed was drugs, parties and sloppy hook-ups, none of which would make you feel any better right now. None of which ever made you feel any better.

The back of your head hits the frame and you exhale deeply. It feels like your bones are creaking whenever you move. It’s hard to, but you should count your blessings and keep yourself grounded.

Like how you didn’t get fired from your part-time yet, when you called your manager Gene and told him you didn’t know when you’d be able to come back. He’d told you to not worry about it, to take as many days off as you needed ‘kid’, and you figured it had to do with that glint of sadness he has in his eye, every time he looks at you.

That kind of proves to you that not all people in the world were assholes. There are a few of them that still care about you, even if you could count the amount on your fingers.

Funnily enough, that’s what you do, high as you are right now. You raise your hand in front of your face, and you start literally counting on your fingers.

There’s Taylor—one finger down.

There’s your manager—second finger down.

There was that arcade nerd, the one you should quit worrying over at this point. You didn’t message him again despite telling him you would, and it still fucking bothers you for some reason. But he still counts as a positive, so you put another finger down.

Would he be weirded out if you messaged him now? Maybe you could hit the arcade with him, someone outside your bubble and forget you were you for a second.

You’re staring at the ridges of your fingerprints when you realize you’d spaced out again.

A distant ringtone brings you out of your daze, and you glance at your phone. You’d changed your number. Was that last week? How many days have passed already? Fuck if you remember. You should probably order take-out before you pass out again. Some good, greasy fast food, you think. Yeah, fast food sounded really damn good right now, fuck your savings. Dead people need no savings.

Why the fuck is your phone still ringing? Ring, ring, ring. It’s fucking annoying. Should you answer? You reach for it and look at the display. Another unknown number. Was it another creep? How did they find out? Your head hurts. Should you pick up?

Ah, fuck it. If it really is another creep angling for a hook-up, you might take them up on it. Shigaraki probably posted the rest of the videos on social media by now, maybe even made your address public.

It’s okay, at least that’ll give you the final push to put an end to this miserable party of one.

So you pick up the phone. “Hey,” the last person you wanted to hear from says quietly, swallowing some of the grit in his voice thickly. You frown, but you don’t reply. He clears his throat and tries you again, “I uhh—I… got this number from your friend.”

God, did he fucking threaten them? You should be getting mad, but the meds make you feel nothing.

“It’s been a while since you, uh…” You hear him curse under his breath as he trailed off, “It’s been two weeks. Your friend, uh… Taylor? They told me you’re not feeling well and—”

“What do you want from me?” you snap, hearing your voice sounding rougher than you remembered it to be. Prolonged dehydration, if you had to guess. You’d like to taunt him, to piss him off, but you didn’t have the energy. You couldn’t care less anyways. Nothing fucking matters.

After a moment of hesitation, Shigaraki replies, voice calm and low, “Come back to school.”

You snort, raising your phone to your face and almost end the call if not for the bright screen fucking blinding you for a second.

“I deleted them,” he says, attempting to keep you from hanging up. It works.

“Huh?”

“I removed the thread. After you left. It doesn’t exist anymore. Anywhere. At all.” Shigaraki sighs. “Told your friend first, but they said you haven't read their DMs yet.”

For a brief second, you think about it, realizing you’re supposed to feel what—relief?

You still feel nothing.

“Okay. Why,” you say, not ask.

You don’t understand. He wanted you to suffer, so why would he go through the trouble? You don’t understand, but thinking is really hard for you right now.

“I’ll… tell you when you come to school. Have you eaten yet?”

If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought you heard concern in his voice. Thank god you know better.

It takes you a while to reply, but he doesn’t press you for some reason. He just waits.

“Why do you care?”

“So no, then. Do you…” Shigaraki trails off, hesitating, “Do you want to grab a bite with me? I’ll—I’ll pay.”

“Shigaraki.”

“Yeah?”

“Why the fuck would I go anywhere with you?”

“Let me take you out once and you’ll find out,” he promises.

A promise you didn’t care for him to fulfill.

“We’re not friends,” you bite, huffing in disbelief. “We’re not even on friendly terms. I screwed you over and you got to ruin my life in return. The end,” you assert, going over the list with him, “How stupid do you think I am? Even if you got rid of the thread, everyone on campus fucking saw everything and at least a few saved it. The damage is—”

“Fucking done, I know, I…”

You roll your eyes, feeling the beginnings of a headache to form, still waiting to hear whatever stupid bullshit excuse he had to say. But he only curses and sighs.

Honestly, you get him. Somewhat.

It’s not hard to figure out how someone ends up being as fucked up as he was, especially not when you come close to it. He’s damaged as hell, masking his insecurities as his confidence, whatever joke of a father he has, letting him come home with big patches of dark bruises and scars.

You’re familiar with it and it makes sense for you, but he shouldn’t be. Rich people are weird, but they’re also cowards. They don’t stand out like he does, they mostly keep to themselves.

Whatever family he has obviously doesn’t care about what he does, not enough to keep the dirt behind closed doors at least. And they should, because Shigaraki is as destructive as it gets. Either he was born a natural psychopath and his dad doesn’t fucking care about him or… he too is an insane piece of shit—

Fuck’s sake. Are you seriously rationalizing his behavior right now? God knows you didn’t go to fucking therapy, only for you to fall back into bad habits. He hurt you. He is the bad guy. What makes him different from your exes and other people that have abused you in the past? Nothing.

You can’t excuse his behavior just because you see some similarities between the two of you. You shouldn’t relate to him just because you’re pretty sure you would’ve ended up like him, but were lucky to know better.

You know all that, but at the same time, haven’t you been through worse than what he's shown you so far? Would it be labeled as self-sabotaging if you tried to see what compelled him to change overnight? To get to know him for real this time?

Ahhh, this headache was really getting to you! Yeah that must be it, because why else would you shit on all the years you spent building your life up and heal, only to destroy it using five little words—ones you’ll probably spend the rest of your life regretting.

“Where… did you want to meet?”

Shigaraki’s ears perk up at that, phone slipping from his hand and crashing onto the floor. You hear muffled curses and a hasty reply, “Fuck, really?! You’ll come?”

It’s like you hit a reset button and he’s more or less back to that awkward gamer dude in your first CS class together. Or maybe you’re hardcore coping while you’re dizzy and numb. Self-sabotaging the way you would’ve if it was any other residual college creep you expected to call for a hook-up earlier.

Yes, that’s it. He’s not special, you’re just really fucked up. Didn’t you always love the calm before the storm and the smell after the rain?

“Keep fucking asking and I might just change my mind. I’m gonna shower first and—oh,” is the last thing he hears before you trip and—thud—face plant. “Fuck,” you say softly, your eyes closing against your will.

Okay, maybe taking too many pills on an empty stomach clearly wasn’t as smart as you thought it would be.

“Hey—okay?—llooo?”

His panicked raspy voice is the last thing you hear before you’re completely out of it.

You fucking hope it was for good this time.

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The first sign that you’re still unfortunately very much alive, is that you don’t feel anything like the promised nothingness or the forever inexistence you hoped to achieve after your oh-so-tragic passing. Where the fuck would they bury you, anyways?

Instead, the first sound that your brain is able to register, is a loud pounding in the distance.

Followed by people yelling.

Feeling your mind slowly booting up, you attempt to get up. Instead of succeeding, you slip and fall again several times, groaning audibly at the weakness in your muscles. Around the third attempt of bruising your knees (and not in a good way), you finally get to your feet.

After that, you embark on your miserable trek, clutching your empty, hurting stomach and slowly making your way towards the source of the obnoxious pounding. It feels an awful lot like deja vu.

“Fuck off! This is your fucking fault—” is what you hear, immediately recognizing Taylor’s voice, arguing with…?

“Get off my fucking case! If you would’ve checked up on her, we wouldn’t even be here, you dumb—”

And of course, he’s here too.

“Shut the fuck up, you creep! Don’t get me started, you crazy asshole! Do you even know what she went through, after you—”

“I have fucking neighbors too, you know?”

Both of them stare at you as if you became the eighth wonder of the world overnight, prompting you to raise an eyebrow.

“Well, you look like shit,” Shigaraki breaks the ice first.

You and your friend look at him in disbelief.

“What?” he mumbles, turning his head away, hand habitually reaching to scratch at his scarred neck. “It’s true.”

You roll your eyes at them, watching Taylor gearing up to reply to him, but you open the door for them to come in.

“Whatever. Just don’t talk shit about the mess,” you say, walking first and kicking random things out of your way. “I don’t have a couch, so find something to sit on, or don’t. I don’t really care.”

Immediately after finishing your sentence, you trip on something and see your life flash before your eyes. Shigaraki is quick enough to grab you by your waist, making you stiffen up and shoving him off as soon as your feet feel stabilized enough.

“Do not fucking touch me,” you hiss at him. He huffs, frowning right after.

Normally, you know he wouldn’t let that slide, but he’s definitely been acting weird lately.

It doesn’t matter, because you don’t have willpower nor the energy to unpack his nice guy behavior from the past few interactions with him, no matter how much it gnaws at you.

Instead, you’re distracted by the sounds of Taylor knocking shit over, opening and closing what seems to be every single fucking drawer and cupboard of your two by two kitchen, trying to find something—anything—that was edible enough, presumably for you to eat.

“I’m fine. You really didn’t have to come over. Especially not you.” You glare at him and say it like you weren’t starving to death and ready to be put in a coffin if they hadn’t shown up.

“Like hell you are!” your friend replies sharply, not bothering to spare you a second glance in their quest of finding food.

So your eyes land on him again, noticing his head hanging low and the mop of white hair messily covering his face as he furiously scratches at his neck, almost drawing blood from the sensitive skin. You can’t see his expression and honestly you didn’t really care to. Is he acting this way because of the phone call?

“Yuck, stop that.” You swat his hand away harshly when you notice him breaking skin.

Shigaraki finally meets your eyes and you notice his dark eyebags.

He looks far worse than he normally did, and that alone says something. Usually he’s so confident and full of himself, so much so, that him looking at you the way he does right now—uncertain and perhaps a little lost—looks incredibly out of place.

What is making him so uneasy?

“What?” you spit, but he doesn’t reply.

Instead, he grunts and looks away. The fuck is his problem?

“Okayyy! So!” Taylor makes their way over with a glass of water and hands it to you. “Yooou have absolutely fucking nothing to eat! Incredible news, I know.” They roll their eyes, placing their hands on their hips while you immediately start chugging the glass down. Was plain water always this fucking refreshing?

“Shigaraki. How about you be a big boy and go to the store while I help this bitch clean up? Nothing too heavy on the stomach, ‘cos she hasn’t eaten in a while. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You don’t know how you missed it but oh. Your friend is mad. Incredibly so. But that would come later, when you’re stable enough to take an honest-to-god beating from them. Right now, what they’re saying is absolutely mortifying to you.

“Wha—Why the fuck would I go?” Shigaraki snarls at Taylor, but is only met with a smug look.

“No because yeah, why the fuck should he?” You glare at him. “Fucking go home already.”

“You shut the fuck up, princess. No one asked you,” Taylor snaps at you and your eyes widen, but before you can say anything, they quickly reply to him, “And sure! I can go! Can you clean around, take her clothes off and help her take a fucking shower? Can’t you see she can barely fucking stand?”

“I’m not a fucking child!” you yell, but both of them ignore you.

Shigaraki’s eyes widen and a bright red flush spreads on his pale features.

Seriously?!

Taylor snorts. “That’s what I thought.”

Both of them are fucking insane. Maybe you really did die and this is your hell.

First of all, is he seriously acting fucking flustered? He’s literally seen god knows how much disgusting footage of you either naked or fucking something. Not only that, but he also decided to post said footage online, for everyone to jerk off to. Is this the same fucking guy who pinned you to the wall in a public hallway, telling you how undeserving of his cock you were because you were a little mean to him?

That train of thought fills you with newfound anger, but before you could really kick him out of your house, Taylor fucking interrupts you again.

“I know I took you with me on a whim,” your friend begins, referring to the only black fucking sheep in the room, “But I really don’t trust leaving you with her while I run around, okay? And honestly, she’s also about to snap at me for showing you where she lives, so you better fuck off now while you can. That’s the least you can do for her after everything.”

Oh.

Oh, right.

“Taylor, seriously? What the fuck were you thinking?!” you can’t help but shout at them. You know your friend was careless, but letting Shigaraki personally stake-out your living environment was definitely pushing it.

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait! I can explain!” were Taylor’s famous last words, as you deliriously started hauling any object or piece of trash you could at them.

Tomura glances at you a final time, before quietly slipping past the both of you and out of the noisy apartment.

Your friend wasn’t lying to you, they really did take him on a whim. Not only that, but they had a whole ass mental breakdown when he texted them back about what happened.

He doesn’t really understand why they let him see you after all that he’s done, figuring they must either be really fucking dumb, or a horrible friend.

Not that he’s about to complain, though. This is a golden opportunity for him to learn what makes you tick and how to break you just enough to build you up again for him.

Without risking you killing yourself in the process.

It’s a point of concern he’d need to consider very carefully in the future, unlike today where he’d almost fucked up, underestimating just how fragile your will to live is.

It’s fine, he tells himself as he’s walking down the stairs of your building. Hell make you fucking want to live. He’s gotten this far and besides, there’s never been an end boss he couldn’t conquer before.

Little did you know, the past few weeks have been rough on him too. Not that you’d ever find out.

Or care.

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The bell rang and he was still standing in the hallway, back where you’d left him, looking off in the distance and hoping to materialize you again out of thin air, while students poured out of the classrooms. Was the hallway always this narrow?

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

His neck was unbearably itchy at the thought of you rejecting him again. At the thought of himself messing up. He never messes up. It didn’t make any fucking sense.

He shouldn’t care about you.

You were nothing to him before.

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From the moment he saw you in the convenience store, he’d already labeled you as a major pain in the ass.

You must’ve thought you were so fucking cool, talking back to him when you had no clue who he was or what he’s capable of.

Just another one of those irritating clueless fucking NPCs.

Yet irritation turned to amusement, once you managed to fuck up in front of him, fumbling at your pockets in search for what was presumably your cash. Such a fucking mess that you were.

He couldn’t help but giggle at your incompetence. Weren’t you bitching at him only moments ago? It was an incredible turn of events, one that was fitting, for an idiot like yourself. Did you need someone to save you? That’s alright, he could treat you this time. Tomura liked it when people owed him, after all. It allowed him to own them.

And he didn’t want to believe his luck when he immediately spotted you in class, the very next day, sitting in his favorite seat. Really, things couldn’t have been better set up for him. His favorite little bitch, going to the same university he did, sharing classes with him.

He couldn’t have found a more convenient toy to break if he tried.

“Yo, sponger.” Tomura grinned, feeling excitement growing inside of him.

Your brows pinched in surprise and then disbelief, fueling the thrill coursing through his veins. It was funny, he thought, seeing you getting all frustrated like this. By the look on your face, he’d bet a significant amount that you thought the store was the last you’d see of him. And doesn’t that fucking suck for you, to sit next to the guy that humiliated you, not even forty-eight hours ago?

Fuck, he reveled in that expression.

He hasn’t been feeling this giddy in a decent while. Especially not lately, after he’d botched a few important missions that had been assigned to him. It bummed him the fuck out, but he managed to find the perfect outlet to recalibrate his temper. You.

“Why—” you started, and he inhaled softly, watching expectantly as you were visibly losing your mind over the encounter. “How did you even recognize me?”

Your irritated tone sounded so, so sweet to his ears. Not even the professor walking in could’ve held him back from messing with you.

Tomura leaned into you, the subtle smell of your body wash entering his nose as he whispered, making you visibly shudder.

“I’d recognize an ugly fucking skank like you literally anywhere, idiot,” he said, wondering if it was enough to get a rise out of you. He hoped you’d bite back, so he could push, push, push. You were so much fun and he’s just met you!

The jab must’ve done the trick, because you physically recoiled at his words. How far could he take it, he wondered. It’s been a while since he indulged in female attention since, generally speaking, women avoided him like the fucking plague. For reasons he wasn’t oblivious to.

Tomura knew what he looked like, his status and horrible personality doing nothing to help him in that regard, save for a few crazies that got off on his violent nature, and the hookers Master occasionally booked, despite Tomura turning him down every time.

It made perfect sense to him, the way people were afraid. He’d been walking this earth causing as much damage as he could and wishing to decay every living breathing thing that crossed his way, that’s how much he fucking hated everything, everyone. And they too, hated him. Except, they hid it well most of the time, not wanting to become part of his famous track record, to give him a reason to retaliate.

But then—then there was you. You, who openly displayed your disgust, from the first fucking second he’d set his eyes on you. You who didn’t bother to fucking hide it, to cower, to walk on eggshells in order to not upset him or give him a reason to fuck with you. You who wore it on your sleeve, who wasn’t afraid to be found out, but instead made sure he’d heard you.

And boy did he hear you, crystal fucking clear.

In fact, here you fucking were, leaning into him, together with your smug-ass face, about to hit him with what he was sure to be the dumbest counter of the century, reaching your arm around his backrest and doing your fucking best to avoid all contact with him.

He didn’t have time to think of ways to punish you, for treating him like he’s about to infect you with some deadly disease, because—

Because the warmth that radiated from your body—your nose almost touching his—the puff of air coming from your arrogance, landing on his skin—it all unexpectedly sent his brain into overdrive.

People never get close to him. He never lets anybody get close to him.

But you fucking dare to.

His breath hitched, chest filling with anticipation.

You had the nerve to fucking chuckle in his face, before saying the thing you thought would eat at him the most:

“Look dude,” you began and he watched as your smile turned vicious. You’re so close to his face, so close that he could just— “I’d hold up a mirror, so you can take a good fucking look at yourself, but you’d probably have to buy that for me too.”

Then you snorted and Tomura’s eyes widened, brows knitting together. He turns away, one hand habitually reaching his neck to scratch that newly formed itch.

He’d—He’d felt his chest tighten! Fuck! That was unexpected. You were so fucking cute.

It takes him a fucking second to compose himself, since your bratty little comeback comment went straight to his cock. He’d need to adjust himself in just a second, head filling with ideas on how to deal with that and soon.

That means, if I play this right—

Tomura’s hand dropped from his neck, and he finally turned to you with a completely new gameplan in his mind.

“If you don’t kill the stupid goblin at the beginning of the stage, the final boss won’t carry your S-Grade,” he casually stated, pointing at your screen with his finger, doing air-circles around a section of the minimap on your screen.

“Huh?”

He frowned. Were you fucking slow?

He opted not to ask, giving you a pass because you are playing one of the best MMOs today—good pick by the way—and by extension making it fairly easy for him to find common ground with the one cocksleeve he actually wanted to fuck.

That thought surprised him too, but he couldn’t dwell on it much because he had to hurry and quickly get on your good side. Do all that before you found out who he really was and all the half-truths reach your ears, completely fucking obliterating his chances with someone he’s actually into for once.

You were looking at him all stupid and confused now. Tomura found it extremely endearing to witness.

“Tch. Your run, dumbass. You’ve prolly been grinding for hours, only getting it once or twice because you never think to kill the stupid goblin and only ever do it by accident.” He shrugged. “No one ever fuckin’ does, so they don’t find the pattern without looking up a guide.”

He fully expected you to tell him to fuck off—maybe even hoped it would happen—but instead you were surprisingly obedient, listening to his advice. The challenge you were facing had completely overwritten the fact that you didn’t even want him breathing the same air as you, merely seconds ago. Interesting.

So while you were busy trying out the suggested strategy, Tomura took his time to really observe you. He leaned in closer, testing the proximity limits, but either you had really shit self-preservation skills or you didn’t care, because he couldn’t believe how oblivious you suddenly became towards his presence.

Why act like you dislike him that much, then let him get this close to you? So close that he could easily inhale the nice scent of your shampoo and run his fingers through your hair. Grip it hard and make your pretty head bob up and down his—

“Ugh!” you groaned out loud, slamming your fist against your desk and making him stop in his tracks. Students sitting in the row before you glanced back, but you were too absorbed in the game to care.

Close. Too close.

His hand was hanging in the air, just behind your head and almost making contact with you. He quickly retracted it, going back to just observing you. One dirty look from him and the students flinched, opting to turn around before he got angry.

But Tomura was far from angry.

Instead, he was struggling really hard to keep himself from spiraling down the rabbit hole of things he wanted to do to you.

Dirty, downright fucking depraved shit that he’d only ever seen generic male protagonists in eroges do, after picking all the right dialogue options to get to the part where he stuffs his female interest full of his cock.

Depraved shit he’d admittedly never thought he’d ever want past the walls of his bedroom, where he’d occasionally spend his nights watching just enough unhinged pornography to calm himself down, hours after some stuck-up bitch walked by him with the tightest fucking skirt known to man.

It was new, this feeling of desire.

Not desire for violence and torture. Not desire to gain more strength or power.

The desire to have you.

The seed had been planted somewhere along the way of meeting you for the first time and now that the roots run deep, he was starting to want to rise up to the challenge and get the nasty bitch sitting next to him to submit to him.

How many silly pretend dates would it take you to let him drag you into his room?

Tomura’s eyes landed on your neck.

What would you sound like if he marked you—if he covered your body in so many bruises and hickeys, the whole damn world would know you were his? What was your favorite co-op game? Would you sit in his lap while the two of you would play together? Would he be able to get you to cockwarm him while you were playing? What was your favorite take-out dinner? Your movie? Did you also have a plethora of unpopular takes he could debate you on? Are you a virgin? Do you play other genres aside from MMOs? Could he get you to wear his hoodies too, maybe touch yourself, sweat a little and give them back to him? Let him fuck you stupid against his bed while wearing them? Would you take him like the obedient girl he knows you’ll learn to be?

He wasn’t stupid. He knew he’d have to tame you somehow, but you’d understand, wouldn’t you? You would become his favorite little plaything.

Tomura couldn’t stop—couldn’t stop his thoughts from spiraling out of control as his need to have you grew exponentially by the second, especially when his cock became so fucking hard, it was straining against the fabric of his jeans and beginning to hurt.

If only he could skip the introductory phase and get to the fucking cutscene.

Fuck, he had to stop himself before he bent you over your desk and pounded your pussy for the whole lecture hall to see. So he took a mental step back and resolved to watch over your gameplay, impatient fingers twitching as he did.

And it wasn’t the degenerate thoughts he was harboring in his mind that shocked him, no. What really shocked him was the fact that… he kind of really enjoyed watching you play.

You weren’t as good as he was (he doubted you’d ever be), but you were decent. Better than Spinner, at least. The gear that your character was wearing was made up of only legendary sets, ones he’d even use himself—if only with a few modifications. That’s the kind of gear that you had to grind a long time for and be lucky for it to drop from bosses that only spawn once a month.

He briefly scratched at his neck and by the time you’d finished your second run, a really good idea formed inside his head.

“Told you so,” Tomura said. It made you scoff and roll your eyes, which in turn made him frown.

It’s alright, he thought. You needed time. People often got annoyed with him when he was right. You’ll come around and even if you didn’t, you’d still be really fun to debate with, he could already tell.

You looked so fuckable while pouting too. It made him want to see you cry.

“No need to get salty. Took me like a week to figure it out by myself and it drove me fucking insane too,” he mentioned, thinking back fondly to all the controllers he managed to break. Kurogiri advised him to stop creating unsightly holes in the walls of his room, but Tomura threatened to use his head next if he didn’t shut his fucking mouth. Good times. “And I’m pretty good at these types of tells in games y’know? But the design of this one made no fucking sense. What’s your IGN? I can add you and we can raid together.”

He drummed his fingers against your side of the desk, arm placed firmly against the surface as he waited for your reply. He didn’t catch on to the fact that it was him that pissed you off. Not the game itself.

His plan was flawless. Partaking in one of his favorite hobbies and getting to know you better into you becoming the ultimate fucktoy pipeline, would be the absolute peak. He’d take it slow, for sure, eventually sweeping you off your feet, impressed by his abilities, knocking your pride down a peg or two. You’d fucking learn to like him too, he resolved.

He wasn’t all that bad if you left out… a lot of things.

“Sorry?”

You fucking looked at him as if he grew another head and Tomura saw his vision of your future together beginning to crack.

What’s wrong?

He felt his body starting to itch again. Why the fuck were you looking at him like that? You were supposed to want to get to know him too, weren’t you?

But the bell rang before he managed to say anything to you, too stunned to move a muscle, and you scurried off, his red eyes never leaving your figure until you were well out of his sight.

He was wrong about you. How? How could he be wrong?

He’s never fucking wrong!

But he was. You were exactly like the rest of them.

Stupid bitch.

It was fine. He’d find a way to teach you a lesson.

And soon.

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The store’s lights changed, compared to the first night he’d met you.

Instead of the brightness that blinded him, there’s now a soft fluorescent glow, doing its best to light the small establishment up. The air here still smells like a blend of dirty mop water and tobacco smoke, all mixing into a disgusting but familiar musty scent.

Behind the counter isn’t the usual cashier, but an old lady who’s smoking inside the establishment. Tomura scoffs, figuring it must’ve been the owner, unable to otherwise explain the audacity.

He finds himself fidgeting while looking around the aisles with various food objects. Would instant noodles count as ‘not too heavy on your stomach’? He doesn’t know. After all, Tomura doesn’t often find himself having to care for anyone before. He always has Kurogiri to do that for him.

Shaking his head and scrunching his nose, Tomura keeps searching. It takes him about two minutes of googling whatever the fuck to even look for, and another three of pacing around the aisles, eyes lighting up the moment he finally spots the canned article in question.

It was one of your favorite comfort foods, not that he knew at the time.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #emotional hurt/comfort #shigaraki tomura #unhealthy relationships #dead dove do not eat #trigger warnings #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki x you #tenko shimura #tomura shigaraki #college au #reader is female

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Habeas Corpus

A snippet of a Lawyer AU for day 7 of @dollarstrilogyevent - justice.

Blondie heard the phone in the outer office ring and Maria's muffled voice say “Sentenza & Biondo, how can we help you?” It was quiet for a while, and then the phone on his own desk started to ring. He sighed and picked it up.

Before he could get a word out, a voice on the other end said, in a heavy Mexican accent, “Are you Sentenza or Biondo?”

“Biondo.”

“Can you put Sentenza on? I heard he's better. No offense.”

“He's, uh… not with us anymore.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“'S alright.” Blondie took a moment to wash down a propranolol with his watery coffee. “You want a consultation?”

“Nah, skip it. I'm at the police station right now. They're gonna arrest me for murder. But I didn't do it!”

“Sure,” Blondie muttered. He reached for a pen and notepad. “Name?”

“Tuco Benedicto Pacífico Juan María Ramirez."

“Right.” He scribbled down the first and last names and shrugged on his olive-green blazer, which he had forgotten to have dry-cleaned for the fourth week in a row. “Don't say anything. I'll be right there.”

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There were only about twenty officers in the Betterville Police Department, and Blondie knew all of them. The one who met him at reception was named Wallace. He was the kind of cop who made the cameras in the interrogation rooms necessary. “You here for the Rat?” he asked.

“If the Rat's name is Ramirez, then yeah. Who's prosecuting?”

“Mortimer.”

“Christ. You guys are taking this seriously.”

“Murder's a serious crime.” Wallace led Blondie back to one of the little interview rooms and opened the door for him. “Your lawyer's here,” he said.

Tuco sat up from where he was slouched in a corner of the room. He was a shorter man dressed in a brown jacket, chinos, and flashy white pirarucu boots. He had gold rings on his fingers, a gold tooth, and a gold crucifix on a chain around his neck. “Hey,” he said to Wallace, “you got an ETA on that cheeseburger? I'm starving in here, man.”

“It's on its way.” Wallace motioned Blondie towards the table in the middle of the room. “Don't take too long, we want him booked tonight.”

“Yeah, alright.” Blondie sat down at the table and waited for Wallace to leave the room before turning to his new client. He opened his brown leather briefcase and pulled out a sheaf of papers and a pen. “Fee agreement,” he said. “Take a look, say if you want me to explain anything.”

Tuco nodded, took the papers, and signed the bottom one without reading a single word. “I don't know if you had a chance to look into my record,” he said.

Blondie nodded. “It's pretty bad. You're not getting bail with those priors. Or a plea deal.” He put the fee agreement back in the briefcase and took out his notepad. “And Mortimer’s prosecuting. Likes to play hard ball and he's the best trial attorney in the state.”

“You fill me with confidence.”

“Well, Sentenza was the best. I don’t like talkin’ as much as he did. But I'm smarter than he was. That's why I'm still here.”

Tuco drummed his fingers on the table. Despite the fact that he'd certainly been through the system before, he looked nervous. “I really didn't do it, you know.”

“Sure,” Blondie said. “But assuming you did—”

Tuco slammed his hand on the table with a force that almost made Blondie jump. “I’m innocent this time,” he insisted, raising his voice. “And that's the truth! If you don't believe me how the hell is anybody else supposed to, huh?!”

Blondie raised his eyebrows. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. “Alright then,” he said. “Convince me first.”

Tuco growled. “Son of a whore… You're lucky the Rojos recommended you, otherwise I'd take my chances with the public defender.”

Ah. The Rojo cartel were Sentenza & Biondo's best customers. “This have anything to do with them?”

Tuco avoided his gaze. “Well, maybe. A little. I may or may not have been doing a favor for Ramon at the time.”

Blondie sighed, almost in relief. “If your interests end up going against theirs, ethics-wise I'd have to drop the representation. Best to play it safe. Hope you get a good public defender.” He started to put his notepad back in his briefcase.

“Shit! Wait!” Tuco reached across the table and grabbed Blondie by the wrist. His grip was surprisingly warm and firm.

“Let go of me,” Blondie growled.

“No, you just listen to me for a minute,” Tuco said. “Are you fucking kidding me, man?! I called you because you're supposed to be the scummiest lawyer around!”

“Sure, but I don't think you're worth pissing off the Rojos.”

Tuco seemed to hesitate for a moment. “...Alright, well, I can make myself worth it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just shut up and listen.” Tuco's wide brown eyes had Blondie pinned to the spot. “The dead guy, Bill Carson. Ramon wanted him roughed up a little and I owed him a favor. So I followed him to the alley behind that strip club downtown, Mirage, I think. But when I found him, somebody else had already shot him. He was still alive, just barely. He gave me something.”

Blondie just glared at him silently.

“A key to a safety deposit box,” Tuco whispered. “With two million dollars inside. Clean cash. I managed to hide the key somewhere safe before they brought me in. I'll give you a cut of the money if you get me off.”

“Phrasing.”

“Oh fuck you.”

“What's the cut?”

“Twenty-five percent.”

“Fifty.”

“Fuck your mother too. Fine.” Tuco let go of his wrist finally and leaned backwards, scowling. “Well? Are you gonna be my lawyer or not?”

Blondie thought about it. Not for too long. A million dollars was a nice amount of money. And the firm had been in the red ever since Sentenza kicked the bucket. “Sure,” he said, and put the notepad back on the table. “For a million dollars plus my fee, I'll get you off all day long.”

#this was gonna be longer but alas i did not finish it :')#dollarsfandomevent #dollars trilogy #lawyer au #tuco ramirez #blondie #my fanfiction

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Hierarchy (Part 3)

Heirachy: a system, especially in a society or organization, in which people are organized into different levels of importance from highest to lowest.

Paring: Mafia Changbin x F Reader, Mafia Felix x F Reader Genre: Mafia AU, friends to lovers, slow burn romance Word Count: 5.9K Warnings: 18+, minors dni, swearing (so much), violence, blood, mentions of kidnap, suggestive themes, alcohol consumption, suggestive themes.

You have always been utterly uninteresting, safely boring as close . You had a normal job, normal friends and the sweetest bestie on the planet but now everything is upside down and that best friend of yours is far more dangerous than you could have ever imagined.

Hyunjin and Han had obviously discussed it earlier so that when he was told you were speaking to Chan again he had no choice but to sit it out since he would be driving for them. But he also didn't mind Chan would be soft with you getting information out of you without scaring you, and begrudgingly Felix would be with you so he would stop everything if you got upset. The upside was that driving for Hyunjin and Han meant that the shithead would be picked up today, pumped for info and then dealt with if needs be all before tomorrow which would get the ball rolling on whatever the fuck this was.

"Bin take the next left" Han called out from the back stopping his chain of thought dead "If we are really lucky we will catch him before he gets on the street"

"Got it" he replied, now was not the time to be thinking about you he needed his head in the work game.

"Otherwise we can catch him at his work, it doesn't really matter" Hyunjin sighed already bored of the whole thing.

"It won't take long Hyunjinnie" Han faux cooed "then you can do your thing and play for as long as you like". Hyunjin rolled his eyes before dramatically flopping back in his seat sighing.

"That's not the boring part" Hyunjin drawled smirking faintly "The boring part is how long it's taking Bin to just snatch up his girl, lock them both away in his room to fuck the problem away" causing Han to roar with laughter from where he was sat in the back hidden from outside eyes with Hyunjin.

Changbin gritted his teeth he was used to this sort of teasing from the guys but never when it was so fucked up, usually if he had annoyed you he would back down and send you flowers or cupcakes but not this time, he knew there was no amount of cake that would fix this mess. But you had also never been trapped with the rest of them like this before every other issue you had faced with him had been a minor thing, a stupid thing in the scheme of it all.

"Shut it" he almost growled at the two of them he was far too annoyed to actually put up with it until after they had deal with what needed to be done.

"Oooh someone a little sensitive?" Hyunjin cackled looking pleased at the buttons he was pushing

"You aren't seriously worried about Lix though are you?" Hyunjin chuckled trying to catch his breath from laughing too hard.

"Would you be if you were going up against him?" Bin grimaced knowing he would probably catch some shit about it all later "I mean look at Lix and look at me, if you were her who would you choose?" The honesty that leaked into his response instantly stopped the humourous mood the others were in.

"Bin, you and Lix are very different people and you know her well enough to know she doesn't pick men based on looks alone" Han spoke calmly "Besides all she cared about was that something might happen to you, that's not the kind of girl who just cares about looks"

"Whatever" Changbin muttered grumpily.

"Shit he's grumpy and you didn't even tell him yet" Hyunjin muttered quietly to Han who swatted at him to shut him up but Changbin had still heard it ignoring him in hope of getting them to shut up.

"This is him on the corner do you want to just yank him on a drive by or wait until he gets where he is going?" dropping straight back into serious mode

"Let him turn into a quiet street and we will just grab him" Hyunjin nodded pulling some tape, zip ties and black hood out of his gear Han nodded getting into position by the door sliding it open silently as Changbin slowed the van to a crawl behind the kid as the sidled up to him. Rolling his eyes he realized that they little shit was wearing earphones so he probably wouldn't know they were on him until Han actually grabbed him and he was right, again.

Han quickly grabbed the kid by the back of his neck slapping his hand over his mouth before a sound could make it out and twisted him so he spun and fell into the van, Hyunjin zip tied his hands together, slapped tape over his mouth and secured him on the floor in the time it took Han to get the door slid shut and Changbin casually sped up to normal traffic pace in the space of less than a minute, working like a well oiled machine when. Watching in the rear view mirror as he drove Changbin saw Hyunjin smile dangerously at the terrified kid before pulling the black hood over his head and Zip tying he feet together, there was no more talking after that they just drove in silence with the exception of the frightened whimpers that left the kid every time they hit a bump or stopped at a traffic light.

Arriving back at the company they moved him to the lower level of the building, it was secured by a large steel vault like door that lead to the rooms and cells which were more suited to the dirtier side of their line of work. He would sometimes watch Hyunjin and Han work either through the one way glass they had installed or the cameras that monitored everyone round the clock to make sure no one could get away from their fate. Hyunjin was like a light switch, he could be charming and seductive and then a moment later he would appear deranged and psychotic. He was neither of those things but he is a fantastic actor changing to accommodate what was needed to get information or confessions depending on his target. Han was far more straight forward with his methods tell me or die in his simplicity which would always work on little lowlifes who were not worth wasting much time on, both were impressive and both were frightening when they worked.

"We will bring what we find out upstairs and then depending on what it is we will go from there" Han smiled at him before ushering him back towards the main part of the building "You have other things to deal with after all"

Nodding Changbin left to make his way back upstairs you would probably have been finished with Chan by now but instead of looking around for you he decided to message you to let you decide when you were ready or happy to talk to him so that he could speak to you without Felix or one of the others hanging around overhearing.

Taking a deep breath you knocked on Binnie's bedroom door hoping he would be inside, his text had said he wanted to talk and whenever you were ready he would be free and Felix had wanted you to make up. Sure enough he was inside because he answered his door wearing sweats and a shirt, his hair still vaguely damp from the shower he must have just had.

"Hey doll, come in" he grinned stepping aside to let you come in before he let you pick where you were going to sit. You moved into his room and perched yourself on the end of his bed, sitting less casually than you normally would. "Sorry I've made you nervous" his muttered sadly his face falling when he took in your posture.

"I'm not nervous Binnie, just a bit worried I guess" you admitted softly half smiling up at him as he moved to sit in his desk chair which you hadn't even notice the first time you had been in there. Rolling it towards you with his feet he stopped just before his knees bumped yours.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, I'm sorry I said things that probably scared you. I was mad that you seemed so calm when you were probably just too freaked out, I was furious at the fuckers causing this mess and I just couldn't control it" He blurted out looking at his hands as he did.

"Do you really kill people Binnie?" you pouted not willing to look him in the eyes just yet "Or was that just to scare me?"

"Do you want me to tell you the whole truth or would you rather not know anything? Doll you mean the world to me if you want me to tell you I will" he sighed taking the tips of your fingers in his hands and swinging them between you.

"I don't know Binnie, I'm scared of the people who wanted to hurt you and I was hurt that you lied to me. This isn't my normal but you are my best friend so as long as you can be honest with me know it will be ok" you exhaled finally looking up to meet his eyes which looked exactly like they always did when you looked in them, soft and warm and kind.

"We picked the little fucker up this morning to ask him a few questions, he's down stairs with Han and Hyunjin they are good at getting people to talk about what they know" he started gently rolling his chair closer to you so that one of his knees sat between yours. "After we have what we need was will meet and decide what to do about it, so hopefully it will all be over soon".

"What happens after he has told you everything?" you asked cautiously making Binnie raise his eyebrows slightly waiting to be sure you wanted the answer.

"Well he is low level so we will probably just rough him up and cut him lose but it depends really" he answered honestly watching your eyes widen as you caught on to the unspoken words between you.

"Have you really killed people Changbin?" your voice waivered slightly but you wanted to know the truth if not the details.

"Yes more than one" he looked ashamed as he answered.

"Do you regret having to do it" you pushed a little more.

"Sometimes, if they are proper scum then I don't but not all of them have been" he replied slowly.

"Would you do it again if you needed to?" you pushed again cautiously.

"If it's to keep the boys safe yes, if it's to keep you safe in a heartbeat" the corners of his lips turned up hoping you would understand.

"I'm not scared of you Binnie" you gave him a tiny smile

"You scared me for a minute there, I really thought you might not forgive me" he let go a breathe you didn't notice he was holding as he let go of your fingers and pulled you into a slightly awkward sitting hug.

"I'm pretty sure I'm still winning in the frightened front Binnie" you tried to tease but it fell flat.

"I'll keep you safe" he murmured into your hair, he let you go only to move from the chair to next you you one the bed pulling you back into his arms firmly as though holding you would be enough to convey how much he care about you.

Felix trailed Han down stairs hoping not only that you and Changbin were talking out the last few days but also how the big idiot felt about you, although he knew he was being overly optimistic in that regard. Changbin had told all of them that he didn't want you in this life no matter what it meant for him, you were his priority and his feelings were second to that. Crossing the vault door he saw Hyunjin leaning against the observation room waiting for him.

"So what do I need to find?" Felix clicked his tongue waiting from Hyunjin and Han to spill on the information that needed to be corroborated.

"His contact is apparently a guy who goes by...wait for it...Cobra" Hyunjin chuckled in amusement.

"Cobra? like the snake? are we in a D grade movie or something?" Felix grinned shaking his head "You got anything else on our mysterious snake dude?" He looked through the one way glass noticing the snot covered kid with barely a mark on him.

"Yeah here's his phone his contact and messages are all in there" Han rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of the whole spy drama bullshit of it all. Felix sat down and started typing information into different screens as the other two watched on, system after system would be given different bits of data to see what he could pull from anywhere.

"So as you can probably guess Cobra is not actually his name" Felix joked as he pulled up phone records and property information based on what had been mentioned in messages "The two of them are also quite stupid, this isn't a burner and is easy to track hes got his GPS location in his photos so that makes it so easy anyone could find them"

"Good stupid makes it easier" Han grinned

"Only if they are all stupid, if the low levels are then we only get so far" Hyunjin reminded them watching the kid still sniveling in the next room through the one way glass. "So Han tells me you fucked Changbin's girl" he dropped so casually he could have been talking about the weather.

"I didn't fuck her, we made out that's all and she started it" Felix sighed still looking at the information in front of him.

"So she wasn't half dressed with you hand down her pants?" Han smirked enjoying the teasing.

"True her shirt was off but you walked in before my fingers got anywhere, you dickhead, she wanted comfort that's all" Felix could feel his cheeks heating up slightly he wouldn't in a million years thought he would ever have spoken about you like this let alone to the others but something was making him feel like he needed to be honest.

"Felix, it's a dangerous game to treat someone else's girl like a toy" Hyujin warned seriously frowning Felix's head shot up as he glared at the pair of them furiously.

"She isn't Changbin's girl, not yet, and I wasn't toying with her I would never do that to her!" Felix snapped icily looking at each of them waiting for one of them to argue with him.

"We get it man she has a hold on both of you, lets get back on track" Han replied calmly as Hyunjin nodded as they room fell into quiet with the only sound being Felix furiously tapping away.

"I think we need to speak to Chan" Felix finally announced "and I think Changbin should know too"

"Han text the others, I'll get our guest comfy" Hyunjin ordered before walking from the room. Felix gathered his lap top and Han texted the group before the pair walked back up stairs not mentioning the other conversation that occurred between them for now.

Changbin had been explaining how he met Chan when his phone vibrated and you watched as his eyes hardened for a fraction of a second before he turned back to you.

"I need to meet with the others" he said bluntly standing from his spot next to you.

"Do I need to come too or can I go get something from the kitchen to eat?" you asked uncertainly not sure whether it was allowed for you to just wander around the house at will.

"Yeah you can go eat doll, you can do whatever you like as long as you stay in the grounds we have staff all over the place who will keep an eye out for you?" He smiled at you softly and you nodded making your way downstairs to the kitchen as the others were all arriving into the entrance hall.

"If you want you can hang out in the gardens, There are heaps of books in the library if you want to read or something Mrs Choi can show you around" Changbin patted your hair before you waved at the others and disappeared around the corner to the kitchen.

"Friends again the Bin?" Felix smiled patting him on the shoulder.

"Yeah she has forgiven me for the yelling bit, just got to get past the lying bit" he nodded back walking in to see what they all needed to know.

Chan was already there as they all filed in taking their normal spots on the couches as Felix set up his laptop with his findings from a few minutes ago, and Jeongin and Seungmin opened their own to cross check with anything that might overlap.

"Do you guys want to explain the moron downstairs first?" Felix asked easily.

"Sure, we picked him up this morning, it was very easy the kid is an idiot, brought him in and sat him down and found out very quickly that his name is Kim Jiho he's 19 and has been working at several clubs for the last year as a waiter and bartender. He's practically so boring that if he hadn't been caught talking about their plan we may never have even noticed his existence" Hyunjin explained sounding bored.

"He had a non burner phone which made it so much easier to find everything on him his socials, his emails and all the text messages sent between him and his contact who calls himself..."Han took over from Hyunjin but Hyunjin definitely wanted to tell the punchline butted in.

"His contact calls himself Cobra" he grinned still finding it amusing.

"Of fucking course he does" Chan smirked while the others chuckled.

"Anyway" Felix started "Normally since the messages all come from a burner I can either trace where that burner was bought, but this time something else has caught my attention. Kim Jiho is the son of Kim Yoojoon who owes the Ateez Crew a lot of money, like a huge amount after a few deals fell through. Kim Yoojoon is the adopted brother of Kim Min Joon who is a director and partner for Kim & San Publishing and Design" Felix finished looking straight at Changbin with his eyebrow raise "Which is were our girl works".

"What does that have to do with anything?" Seugmin asked looking slightly annoyed.

"I don't entirely know that's why were all here. I can't be an accident that the kid taking about getting back at Changbin through a stupid kidnap plan is connected to her through her boss. There has to be something and we need to know what" Felix sighed not really wanting to argue the point more than he had too.

"Felix is right that's not a coincidence that's a planned point" Chan nodded along "Do we have any dealing with him or any of the other people on the Board of Directors?".

Jeongin started looking into his files on any sort of business deals they had done recently, while Seungmin stepped away to call one of his guys to start covert surveillance and perhaps plant a large client. Minho was rapidly going over his schedule over the past few weeks and Changbin was trying to remember if he had been into your work in the past couple of months.

"What do you think about the kid?" Chan asked Hyunjin and Han watching their reactions closely.

"I think we either keep him for a little while to see if we can bounce off any new information on his or we put him in the hospital to keep him from spilling anything" Han shrugged looking to Hyunjin who seemed to be contemplating something.

"I say we keep him for now then kill him when it's done" Hyunjin hummed not looking particularly interested in either outcome.

"Keep him for now then" Chan agreed easily he not wanting to shed blood too prematurely.

"Alright, one of my guys is going in as a client tomorrow and one is going in as an intern. One of Innie's is going to do general surveillance and one is going to stick to Kim" Seungmin sighed sitting back down.

"I cant connect any of Minho's work back, Bin give me your planner" Felix asked softly reaching his hand out for his phone, Changbin opened it and gave it to him not really paying that much attention.

"I don't have any connections on the board to us but one of the major clients is an associate" Jeongin added quickly looking into all open clients.

"Do you think this would have anything to do with the Ateez crew?" Changbin asked suddenly causing the others to all pause.

"How do you mean?" Chan asked tilting his head for Changbin to continue.

"I mean the kid's dad owes a lot of money to them, we took over all the clubs one side of the river essentially pushing their business back into the split area with the EXO crew and they weren't happy about it" Changbin surmised easily "Plus a few of us have had beef on and off with them in the last year"

"Maybe..." Chan agreed "Can we find any other overlap with Ateez?"

"I'm on it" Felix nodded his fingers flying over the keyboard of his computer while Jeongin started looking into any overlap with the people they had already looked into. Chan adjourned their meeting leaving them free to do whatever shit they needed to do to look into information, leaving Changbin to find you.

You had wandered into the kitchen and found yourself a snack before exploring the ground level of the house, you found a overly dramatic dining room, a stupidly large gym that looked over the gardens and finally the library that Binnie had mentioned. While a lot of the books looked like they were either antique or for decoration you did find an entire shelf that looked like it belonged to the modern era, a few graphic novels mixed with a couple of romance and period novels as well as fantasy and sci-fi works. It looked like all the books anyone would actually want were either on this one shelf or in other peoples rooms. Picking up one that you hadn't read in years you sat on an ornate but comfy arm chair that sat facing the wall of glass that looked over the gardens.

The warm sun on your skin through the window and the softness of the chair made for the perfect place to spend some time reading and pretending your world was normal. After a chapter or two the warmth of the sun began making your eyes feel heavy until you eventually fell asleep, when you awoke to a lot of yelling it was still light although probably much later in the afternoon. You could hear Binnie hollering about something and Chan barking orders but you weren't sure about what until you heard running footsteps and Jeongin calling out that you couldn't have left the grounds because you aren't on the CCTV. Groaning you stood up putting the book still in your hand down on the side table and wandered out towards the entrance hall.

"Calm down Bin we will find her" Chan snapped glaring at Binnie as he continued to pace.

"She can't have gone far I mean where haven't you looked?" Han sighed exasperatedly scratching the back of his neck.

"The library? where you told me to go?" you spoke roughly rubbing your eyes lazily. The four of them turned quickly towards your voice as you yawned behind your hand. "Sorry I fell asleep and my phone is upstairs" you shrugged as Chan stepped closer to Changbin to smack him in the back of the head before he texted that you had been located.

"You told her to go somewhere then didn't look there?" Jeongin face palmed looking annoyed.

"I did look in there, I looked there first" Changbin yelped has he winced "You were not there I swear".

"I was asleep in the arm chair you dork" you laughed as the others all appeared looking seriously annoyed, you watched them all glare at Changbin before they looked you over "I'm sorry if I caused you all trouble, I didn't want to leave the house" you muttered watching their tough exteriors all shift a little.

"You didn't cause any trouble bubs, Bin did with his panicking like an idiot" Felix smirked "You have done everything we asked you to do from the beginning" his smirked changed into a soft smile as he looked you over.

"Well I figured it's better to co-operate with the people who are trying to prevent me from getting dead" you hummed looking more awake and less confused.

"We are glad you're alright, and thankful you are accommodating us so much" Chan smirked before turning back to the others "we can all go back to work then, crisis training over" his chuckle sounded dark as he walked back into the meeting room as the others dispersed cursing Changbin as they went.

"Sorry doll" Binnie muttered shyly as he reached for you to take his hand, which you did automatically. "Lets go back upstairs, I have a few things I want to talk to you about"

"Course" you followed him willingly not letting go of his hand despite the fact that you knew the way there.

Felix watched you walk away with Changbin with a small smile. The affection he held for you couldn't dispel the annoyance that was sitting like a lead weight on him trying to figure out what this all had to do with Changbin, you and SKZ. Shaking the thoughts from his head he went back downstairs to the vault to look for any other information he could find on the Kim family, Ateez, your work and anything else he could come up with.

After exhausting the general payback against SKZ angle on his end at least, Felix began looking through your office records and general boring corporate garbage before again falling short of anything that might lead to Changbin or even you. Taking another large gulp of his whiskey he glared at the screen and picked up his phone to text Hyunjin about asking their guest a few more questions. Hyunjin seemed happy with the idea as he sauntered into the observation room 5 minutes later.

"Lix, do you want to go in with me or tell me what you need to know?" Hyunjin quirked his eyebrow.

"Maybe both so I can check stuff as we go?"

"Easy" Hyunjin grinned leaving to go and get the kid before putting him in the room and coming back for Lix.

"Now the only thing is you can't show any emotions, which shouldn't be hard because he is no one important but still" Hyunjin cautioned waiting for Felix to agree and take the lead.

"Got it" Felix nodded resolutely opening the door and letting his eyes fall on the freaked out Jiho, pulling out on of the chairs by the door he plopped himself down directly in front on him hoping that he looked as nonchalant and he was trying to be. "I want you and I to chat about a few things Jiho, you think we can do that?" Jiho nodded fast and continuously, obviously still scared shitless of what he had got himself into.

"What does taking a girl have to do with the SKZ Syndicate Jiho? Because I would think you don't actually want to be sitting here with me" Felix made his voice seem as friendly as he could in the circumstances.

"I didn't know that Changbin's girlfriend had anything to do with SKZ or I wouldn't have helped" He squeaked eyes wide.

"You didn't know that Seo Changbin is a member of the syndicate? You actually expect me to believe that?" Felix almost laughed watching Jiho pale further.

"No he was just the boyfriend that she hangs around. I swear it's not related to you! I would never mess with SKZ!" his voice was almost shrieking as he started to cry again large heaving sobs leaving his chest "Please don't kill me. I don't wanna die" he wailed.

"No one is going to kill you" Felix rolled his eyes "So you and your mate Cobra just kidnap random pretty girls then? This was all a coincidence?" Felix asked a little lower this time hoping to sound a little more dangerous.

"No we don't kidnap anyone, I swear on my life we were just mean to grab the girl and take her to my boss. He was going to take her to the next place that was is" tears were still tracking down Jiho's face as he tried to explain himself.

"Tell me about the money your father owes to Ateez Jiho" Felix breathed out hoping that he could calm him again just enough to get useful information not just snot-covered pleas for his life.

"Dad likes to gamble, he borrows money a lot sure but my uncle is helping him out now" Jiho replied looking confused but also wary.

"Your uncle has money then? interesting" Felix smiled "Has he helped your father before then?" Felix knew probing about his father and uncle would make Jiho less stressed about the situation thinking he would have some information that might save him.

"No he never has before, he's tight with his money" Jiho explained

"So your father hasn't been threatened by Ateez then? Do a little kidnap job and we will forget the debt you owe?" Hyunjin asked pushing himself of the wall he was leaning on and walking closer to Jiho.

"I mean I don't know anything about that, I got contacted to help by Cobra he knew I worked in a few of your clubs, she goes to your clubs a lot so it was an easy way to find her" Jiho now was sounding rattled again as his eyes darted between to two of them. Felix stood and nodded to Hyunjin before stepping out of the room and observation room to run a few more checks it didn't take long to identify Cobra as Lee Jihoon, a low level criminal who worked as a thug for higher out of the non SKZ area of the city. He had ties to Ateez, EXO crews as well as a few smaller ones that mainly used him as cheap muscle. Returning to Hyunjin he waited until he had finished his questions. Hyunjin gesture to Felix to ask whatever else he needed.

"How long have you known Lee Jihoon, Jiho?" he asked pleasantly, eyes smiling.

"I don't know anyone with that name" Jiho tried to not stutter nervously.

"How long have you known Cobra then?" Felix prompted his eyes flicking up to Hyunjin's

"Remember what we told you yesterday Jiho, if you lie you might get hurt and no one wants that" Hyunjin drawled sinisterly tilting his head.

"A couple of months roughly" Jiho squirmed under Hyunjin's intense gaze.

"How about you tell us all about how you met him and what he wants then?" Felix requested as neutrally as possible.

"He contacted me, said I could make some easy money and help my dad pay off his debt so I agreed. I was only supposed to call him when I saw the girl in the club and send pictures as proof" Jiho was rambling now as he started at the floor his leg bouncing with nerves. "I would take the pictures of her with whoever she was with, he said that the Changbin guy wouldn't be a problem that he was no one so as long as we got her when he wasn't around it would be fine"

"Then what Jiho?" Felix prompted smoothly

"I was to get her to him then we would take him to where his boss was going to be waiting. That's it I swear. They were going to pay me $5k and then pay off $10k to Ateez for my dad"

"Where was your boss meeting you Jiho?" Hyunjin purred suddenly behind the poor kid making him scream in fear.

"Warehouse... 2 end of.... end of The Causeway.... the industrial park" he stammered

"Thank you Jiho" Felix smiled patting Jiho's knee "I'm sure we will speak again soon". Walking back into the observation room to continue looking into things while Hyunjin continued probing for any extra information about the locations and his role in their little plan. It was now looking less and less like an attack on them and more like a targeted attack on you and Changbin which at least meant their business was secure. Searching public records for information on the warehouse it was owned by a third party corporation which would be a dead end unless one of the others had any ideas.

Grinning Felix went back upstairs to talk the Chan and figure out if he wanted them to all be involved of if just he and Binnie should deal with it. Striding into the meeting room he found Han and Minho playing a video game and Seungmin and Jeongin playing air hockey while Chan seemed to be chilling out with his headphones in. Tapping his shoulder he waited for him to acknowledge his presence before speaking.

"Felix?" Chan drawled fondly

"So I figured some stuff out" Felix bounced on the balls of his feet as Han paused the game and everyone started to listen in. "This kid, Jiho, didn't know Bin was connected to us because it isn't really about him it's about her or at lest that what he is swearing seven ways to Sunday. He was paid to watch her in our clubs and take photos of her with her friends, he got $5k and his father had $10kpaid off of his debt, he's been on it a couple of months".

"So someone either wants no ties between the kidnap and SKZ by picking someone so green he couldn't even tell who Bin was?" Chan asked skeptically. "How can you be sure he's not lying?"

"Because he just about pisses himself every time Hyunjin looks at him" Felix shrugged easily "He has no record of any big time activity like this, like you said he's green so that would be why he only got code names to work with".

"Lee Jihoon was one of the fuckers that tried to fuck up the last deals Bin and I made" Minho stated sourly "He's been doing muscle for hire shit since he got himself kicked out of our territory for being a fucking waste of blood and organs"

"Was he one of the fuckers who was double dipping selling info to other crews to make deals under us" Han asked sounding bored "Didn't we fix that issue?"

"Couldn't kill all of them" Hyunjin shrugged "We got rid of half a dozen"

"Seungmin is he the guy in the photo you showed her yesterday?" Felix asked, not really having bothered to look at them at the time his concerns were solely on you at the time, trying to steer the conversation back to where it needed to be.

"No totally different guy" Jeongin sighed "but they are associates"

"Find them and we will deal with them" Chan replied nonchalantly knowing that there was no way of dealing with this without a little bloodshed at least.

a/n: Thank you for reading I wish I could give you all the cookies. Please reblog and comment if you liked it and I if you want to be added to the tag list let me know x

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dramioneasks · 2 years

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Valentine’s Day Fics (2023):

Not a Valentine's Date Night by WritexAboutxMe - E, one-shot - The one where Draco attends the Leaky Cauldron's Not a Valentine's Date Night event. His expectations are low until he sees Hermione Granger alone at the bar.

A secret lover in valentine day by Bettywounderland - G, WIP - For three years on Valentine's Day, a stranger sends to Hermione Granger lilies , an apology letter and gifts Hermion finally decides that she should know this secret admirer l, she didn’t expect that this person has secrets and feelings towards her and he is Draco Malfoy !!

Valentine's Day by That_One_Star - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy loves his girlfriend. Really that's what got him into this mess in the first place, but at least there's the fact that she loves him too.

Tainted Love by cleotheo - T, WIP - Ginny Weasley has been in love with Harry Potter for as long as she could remember. Taking desperate measures to grab Harry's attention, Ginny enacts a plan to get what she wants for Valentine's Day. However, when her plan goes awry and other people are dragged into her schemes it looks like Valentine's Day will be a one to remember for all the wrong reasons.

Lovers Rock by katwrites15 - M, 3 chapters - It had been years since Hermione had seen Malfoy. She had almost forgotten that he existed. Almost. Running into each other at a mutual friend's Valentine-themed birthday is the perfect place to catch up, right? AU, all the usuals in their mid-20s. Smut, with some plot. (cross publish on ao3)

Draco's Grand Romantic Gesture and a Chain of Calamitous Confusion by stacygenesis - M, one-shot - A Valentine's Day one-shot inspired by Taylor Swift's song, Mastermind, where everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Draco has planned a grand romantic gesture to tell Granger how he feels. Even with the help Theo Nott, and Theo's eager-to-help girlfriend, Luna—Draco could never have prepared for the chain of calamitous confusion that was about to ensue.

Valentines Chocolate and Silver Chains by 1Artic_arsenic - M, WIP - A ball is to be held in honor of the muggle holiday St. Valentines Day to promote unity for Hogwarts. Along with the ball students are also tasked with an assignment from the muggle studies professor. Regardless of house, all sixth and fifth years will be paired with one another and required to find the perfect gift for each other to be presented night of the St. Valentines day ball.

To Be Loved by uzumakibrat - G, WIP - it's the season of love. happy valentine's day. ♡a dramione valentine's day one shot pack because if I do anything, it's write sporadically and make it on brand with the season.

My Lady by katie-krum - M, one-shot - Valentine's Day Short story. Married Dramione

my body, my heart, my all by Arveldis - M, one-shot - “You’re fortunate I even took a chance on you, you know,” Hermione said, licking chocolate from her fingers as she set the chocolate-dipped strawberries out to dry.It was her tradition each Valentine’s Day to remind Draco of how lucky he was. And he, to his credit, always happily indulged her.

stolen kisses by iam0kaywiththis - E, one-shot - Like a thief in the night he stowed away all evidence of her kisses. It was about time she gave some to him freely.

Magic On Valentine's Day by fiorentinasara - M, one-shot - This One shot participates in the Valentine's Day contest held by the telegram group Miraculous Fanfiction is an unpretentious story is about Draco and Hermione after the magical war

hypothetically, yes by eveningstruggle - E, WIP - “Malfoy.” She pushed her frames up higher on her face. “I’ve objectively analyzed the situation—“ “What situation?” “Our situation, and—“ “What is our situation?” “The state of our relationship.” “Which is what, exactly?” “—and I’ve determined that you and I should date.”OR: Hermione uses science to convince Draco Malfoy to date her. He's not interested.

The Perfect Match by slytherindiaries - M, 3 chapters - The Hogwarts event committee has created a compatibility quiz for Valentine's Day to find everyone their perfect match. What happens when, on paper, Hermione finds out her perfect match is none other than Draco Malfoy?

Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (We'll find each other every time) by suspiciouslyblue - not rated, WIP - Draco Malfoy meets a peculiar girl on a spontaneous one-day trip to the beach on Valentine's Day. She hums a tune all too familiar.(OR Draco and Hermione had each other magically erased from their memory after their relationship went sour, but turns out they're meant to be together, or something)based on the movie of the same name

A Looney Bird Told Me by CarrieMaxwell - G, one-shot - A Boil & Bubble Valentine's Special

love in an elevator by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - A few weeks after their initial break up with each other, Hermione Granger bumps into Draco Malfoy and the love she still holds for him comes flooding back. Draco doesn't know how to approach things and invites Hermione to dinner to talk through everything. Over the fancy dinner, Draco explains that he wants to take Hermione to be his submissive mate, but he is willing to negotiate with her on her terms. Hermione states that she wants him not to inflict his dominant desires upon her, and he agrees. Eventually, they renewed their relationship and started having kinky sex with each other again.Inspired by the 2017 film, Fifty Shades Darker

Our Last Valentines Day by Ceilidhchaos - M, one-shot - Elderly and terminally ill Hermione Granger-Malfoy spends one last Valentines Day with her husband, Draco.

pick your poison by ellieauthor - E, one-shot - “I believe," he says, "that the handbook also requires a specific script be used when welcoming customers.”She turns, homicide in her manufactured smile, to face the customer on the other side of the counter. “Welcome to the Apothecary, the home of the magic latte. Pick your poison!”“Oh…” The boy looks perplexed. “A magic latte, I guess?”“We only have drip coffee.”“Then why would you offer a latte?”She runs a hand through her already ragged curls. “Because the campus administration has decided that the indignity of labor in the midst of a collapsing world is not enough humiliation on its own.”“What?”She grabs a cup, fills it, and then shoves it into his hands. “Because my boss is a giant dick. Have a magical day.”//or:A valentine's fic for anyone who's ever worked a shitty customer service job, had a shitty manager, or vibed a litttttttle too hard to lucy dacus.

#dramione #valentine's

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Hi I finished reading through all the lucky ball and chain au posts, so you have any hcs or anything related to that au? (Mainly pac centric ones)

Bestie i have a lot!

Under read more bc i dont want it getting too bit :P

It took a while for Pac actually feel as equal as Cell, in a way. During prison and for a small period after it, Pac just felt like a meal, like a pathetic little thing Cell liked to toy with. But at the same time he felt loved and cared and maybe that's what love was. A couple of months passed and Pac slowly grew comfortable to consciously relax around Cell and felt like actually a person again

Pac really took a while to also try anything science related for a while, since it reminded him of Mike and it hurt too much to deal with. Cell has to push Pac into making a simple poison for him so Pac could actually touch his old chemical abilities again and from there he didn't stop anymore

Cell is still the cook of the duo btw. Pac is good with being the mixologist and creating drinks for them while Cell cooks... Something (He warns when its human meat tho. Pac is not always up to it but he often steals a bite)

As Cell took Pac into helping him with more and more murders, Pac really got a taste for poisonings and staged crime scenes (I've told here before but i wanted to add it again <3). He's not a big of a fan that blood that isn't his or Cell's, but sometimes Cell quietly whispers him into doing so

He still has fucked up separation anxiety, constantly calling Cell when he's out just to be sure he's okay and nothing happened

The two got their own fucked up dynamic. Cell loves to take bites out of Pac so Pac has way more bite scars that he hides under his hoodie when outside but he shows off proudly when he's at home. And Pac loves to test whatever poison or drug he's trying to create on Cell. He slips into his drink while he has an antidote ready and let's Cell squirm a bit before saving him and getting a small little report on the effects

And that last point brings a very important thing: Trust. Pac regained all the trust he had lost and now he has even more from Cell. The prey and the monster trust each other with their lives and they both have such toxic codependency that separating them would actually be a catastrophe. Cell knows Pac will cure him, Pac knows Cell won't bite to kill. It's their way to say "I love you"

Pac learned how to do stick and poke tattoos! Felps taught him during one of his visits and now Pac had a smiley face on his wrist that looks like this C: with the mouth looking exactly like a C, and he convinced Cell to let him tattoo a pacman on his shoulder

Pac often sells drugs or creates a pop up tattoo studio when they need to stay in a city for too long and he wants to make some cash for himself. He's fairly good at it and Cell always looks like the trophy husband when this happens since he allows himself to lounge around and be pretty while Pac "works" (they don't even need the money)

Yes. Pac feels guilt. Always have and always will

#lucky ball and chain au #celltw

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drunkewok · 1 year

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Tiger Inside

Chapter Eleven

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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WC: 4k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Additional Chapter Warning: Mentions of a spiked drink

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

Please do not copy or repost my work

Seongho pulled me along, approaching a door beautifully framed by neon signs, welcoming in those from the street. Music pounded from inside, the bass increasing as Seongho opened the door and stepped to the side, guiding me in first. I bounced on the balls of my feet as we patiently waited in line at back check, an itch in my bones to get out into the crowd. Seongho’s arms rubbed up and down my bare arms, trying to maintain heat in my now poorly dressed body.

Once our items were finally checked and taken care of, my feet quickly pulled me to the bar, beckoning over the bartender for my choice of poison for the night. The liquid burned as it traveled down my throat, the warmth spreading through my chest as I reached for my second, clinking it against Seongho’s as we continued our ingestion. His hand slipped within mine with a smile, slowly spinning me around before guiding me out to the crowded dance floor with him, my giggles quiet and muffled under the blasting of music.

My fingers tapped on the table before me, watching with a grin as Seongho found his next dance partner. After a while, I had slid from the crowd, needing a moment of rest before continuing. The club was crowded tonight, dancers shoulder to shoulder as they maneuvered around the dance floor. I glanced down at my watch and calculated just how much time we’ve already wasted here. I was honestly starting to get surprised that none of the boys had somehow located me and shown up already, maybe I was lucky and somehow got away with my little disappearing act.

Although I started to doubt that thought the moment a figure slid into the stool beside me, but as my eyes started to take in the person next to me, I quickly realized it was someone I was unfamiliar with. Dark hair slightly parted to the side, a black and white streaked jacket, and black turtleneck emphasized by a long silver chain. His features look like that of a painting, eloquently drawn with brush strokes so gentle and methodical. Damn, that is one beautiful human being.

“What’s someone like yourself doing here on the outside of the crowd by herself?” His smile was soft, his words slow and sultry, feeling like they were pulling me to him with an invisible rope. The air felt like a siren had been placed by my side and I was hopeless against his spell.

“Decided to slip out for a quick breather, was getting stuffy in there.” He grinned as he brought his glass to his lips, his eyes not breaking from my own. Jesus christ, how does someone this beautiful even exist?

“Are you here by yourself tonight?” I shook my head as my eyes met the crowd, scanning for Seongho among the sea of patrons.

“No, I’m here with a friend, but can’t really see where he’s gone off too…” I failed to spot my friend, he had fully vanished, probably dancing up on some random girl he had found.

“Well what a shame for him, but at least that means I get to enjoy your company.” I stared down at my glass, trying to hide the blush creeping up into my cheeks, unsure if the cause of the heat in my face was from the alcohol, or the nerves in my system from being in close proximity to someone so stunning. His words stayed smooth during our conversation, sentences feeling like butter as my legs were turning into puddles beneath me.

Our small talk rambled on, our topics flowing smoothly. But surely it was interrupted as his eyes steadied on something behind me as he spoke, stopping as he brought his glass up, freezing it at his lips before taking a sip. An arm snaked around my shoulders, a strong hand finding grip on my opposite shoulder.

“What a surprise to see you here tonight Seonghwa, can’t say I took you for the clubbing type.” Minho’s voice was sharp and cold, in stark contrast to the pleasurable conversation that had just been occurring. I shut my eyes in defeat. There he was.

“It’s not often I find myself craving it, but it still somehow manages to find me.” Seonghwa clicked his tongue in his cheek as he set his glass down, a smirk growing across his face. His eyes followed as Minho’s grip on my shoulder vanished as I brought my drink up to my lips, instead his hand plucked the glass from my hand, staring down Seonghwa as he pours the rest of the liquid into his mouth. Seonghwa’s head tilted slightly, following as Minho set the glass down on the table.

“But I think my time here might be through, was a pleasure to meet you y/n.” His smile toward me quickly faded as it morphed back into a smirk, his eyes returning to Minho’s in a sharp stare. “Have a good night, Minho.” And with that, he stood and vanished as quickly and silently as he arrived, leaving Minho and I alone at the table. He left a squeeze to my shoulder and he leaned down, lips beside my ear, sending chills down my spine as I could feel his breath tickle my skin.

“I doubt you’re stupid enough to think I wouldn’t find you sneaking off again.” I shrugged as I slipped my shoulder out of his grasp, not daring to look at him, instead finding interest in my now empty glass.

“Maybe I was wanting you to find me, honestly it took you longer than I expected.” I tucked my hair behind my ear, trying to hold a strong composure.

“Well good for you, and you’re lucky I showed up when I did, but now we need to get out of here.” I’m thrown off guard as he abruptly wrapped his hand around my bicep, pulling me from my seat and towards the door. I resisted as I struggled to keep in step beside him as he pushed the door open and led me outside. “Did you tell him your name?”

“I-What?” I blinked as we stopped in our tracks, surrounded in the cool night air sending goosebumps to my bare skin.

“Did you. Tell him. Your name.” Minho’s grip on me didn’t loosen as he stared me down, his eyes firm and not wavering. I stuttered as my brain processed his question, the moment of Seonghwa leaving replaying in my mind.

"was a pleasure to meet you, y/n.”

I slowly blinked as I looked away from Minho, trying to recount in our conversation if I had ever mentioned my name.

“That’s what I thought.” He took his hand from my arm, rubbing his face with it in frustration. “Here I thought I’d just be having to deal with you drunk tonight, but no, I stumble in on you giggling with Hongjoong’s second in command.” A clearing of a throat catches the two of us off guard, both heads snapping towards the door as Seongho approaches us.

“How many times am I going to have to walk up on a scene like this between the two of you?” Seongho was standing firm before Minho, his gaze pointed down to him, clearly ignoring me beside them. I placed my hand on Seongho’s chest, trying to lightly push him away.

“Seongho, please. I promise this isn’t what it looks like.” I looked up to him with pleading eyes, knowing how this situation might be viewed from an outsider.

“Oh really? Because both times now I’ve come up on him trying to shove you around, and I can’t say I’m the biggest fan of that.” I could tell Seongho had continued his drinking once we parted ways, myself having drastically slowed down on my intake much earlier in the night. I tried to put myself between the two men, hoping to keep them at distance from one another. “I don’t understand why he has to keep showing up like this.” Seongho’s eyes burned in Minho’s direction, I gripped his shirt, trying to keep him grounded and prevent escalation.

Minho started to squeeze his eyes shut, the absence of a snarky remark from him surprising me. I glanced behind me, Minho looking out of it as he attempted to blink it away. His eyes scanned for a place to sit, trying to pull himself to a bench on the side, collapsing into it. Rushing over to Minho, I grabbed his shoulders, trying to get him to make eye contact with me as his head slowly lulled.

“Minho-Minho, how you doing?” His words were slow, and melting into a slurred, indecipherable mess as he attempted to respond, struggling to keep his head up.

“The hell is wrong with him?” Seongho’s eyes darted between the two of us, unsure of how to process the abrupt turn of events.

“There must have been something in my drink...” Immediately any lingering effects of any alcohol left in my system evaporated as I tried to lightly slap his cheek before crouching next to him, slinging his arm over my shoulders. “Seongho come help me, we need to get him to the car.” I was thankful that Seongho complied and his anger quickly subsided, realizing the severity of the situation as he took Minho’s other side, lifting him to his feet and supporting the majority of his weight.

“Minho, I need to know where you parked the car.” Minho’s head fell forward as he tried to take a deep breath, barely slipping out the word right. I glanced up the road, quickly recognizing Minho’s car a few spots down. I nodded my head in that direction as the two of us started walking him towards it. I let Seongho take his weight as we reached the car, checking Minho’s pockets for the keys. Fumbling the fob, I attempted to unlock the car before opening the passenger door, guiding Minho into the seat. I ran my fingers through my hair as I tried to take a breath, attempting to plan how I was going to handle this. “Can you go get our stuff from bag check? I need to take him home, I’ll drop you off on the way.”

“Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” Seongho placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back to look at him with concern plastered on his face,

“I’m perfectly fine, I stopped drinking a while ago.”

Seongho hesitantly nodded as he quickly made his way back towards the club, leaving me with a soon to be unconscious Minho. I reached forward, helping him buckle his seatbelt before my hand rested on his cheek.

“You fucking idiot.” He apparently still had enough bandwidth to give me a scoff as his eyes rolled away from mine. I huffed as I shut the door, crossing around to the driver’s seat and sliding in. The car roared to life as I turned the key, leaning forward and settling my face in my cold hands.

Chan is gonna be so pissed.

Seongho quickly crawled into the back seat, dropping my bag beside him as he buckled in and shut the door, giving me a nod as I pulled the car out onto the street. My mind kept racing in the silence as I took each turn to Seongho’s apartment, his flat voice finally breaking me out of my train of thought.

“What was he talking about, Siu?” I met his eyes in the rearview for a moment, attempting to swallow the prominent lump in my throat as my words caught. I looked over to the now falling unconscious Minho, his head rested back on the seat as his chest rose and lowered with each slow breath.

“I-I can’t really explain right now.” I couldn’t pull myself to look back at him, but I could surely feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull as I pulled to the side outside of his apartment and put the car in park. My hands didn’t leave the steering wheel as I stared down into my lap, the tenseness of my muscles keeping me firm. We sat in silence as Seongho hesitated to exit the car, clearly not happy with the answer I gave him.

“I just need you to promise me that you’re safe.” I finally looked back up to him in the mirror with a silent nod. His lips pressed into a sharp line as he nodded back and pulled himself from the car. “Just let me know when you guys make it home alright, and keep me updated.”

“Thank you, Seongho. I will.” As his door shut behind him, I wasted no time speeding back to the house. I tried to keep Minho’s head upright every time it lulled to the side, glancing over to him every so often. The occasional streetlight illuminated the cab and Minho’s flushed features, my heart dropping into my stomach as I struggled to recount the correct direction back to the house, attempting to identify different familiar markers. Once I was sure I was on the right track, I pulled out my phone, typing a quick text to Seungmin.

We have a problem, I need you and Changbin’s help in the driveway in 10 minutes.

Shutting off the screen, I dropped my phone into the center console as I sped in the correct direction. I knew I was going to have to explain myself to Chan, and I was surely going to get in deep shit for this one. This has royally backfired and exploded in my face.

Whipping the car into the driveway, the headlights illuminated Seungmin and Changbin already standing by the garage door as I pulled the car to a stop in front of them, both with looks of concern plastered on their faces. I struggled out of my seat, leaning against the car behind the open door.

“Minho’s unconscious, we need to get him inside.” I choked out my words as I tried to finally calm myself, my rate of breathing causing me to go lightheaded.

“Jesus christ, y/n. What did you two get into?” Seungmin crossed to the car, opening the passenger door and beginning to check different vitals on Minho.

“I think Seonghwa put something in my drink, and Minho drank it.” Changbin and Seungmin’s head quickly snapped in my direction, Changbin encroaching closely on my space.

“Why were you with Seonghwa.” His voice was rough, his anger with me making me want to curl into a ball, my body retreating into itself as I pulled my arms across myself.

“Please, Changbin. It’s a long story, okay? I didn’t know who he was, now can we please just take care of Minho and handle this later?” Changbin glared me down with an angry deep breath before turning away and pulling Minho from the car and hauling him up towards the house.

“Bring him to the medical room, I’ll handle him from there.” Seungmin called out, turning back to me with drooping eyes. “I told you that you needed to be careful, where were you that Ateez showed up?”

“Listen, it was only Seonghwa. He came up to me at the club, I let my guard down like an idiot, okay?” I hugged my arms closer to me, my nails digging into my shoulder. This was all a bad idea, my impulses got the best of me, and just as I knew I would, I’m paying for it now.

“I promise you there was more than just Seonghwa in there somewhere.” He looked up towards the house as Changbin crossed the threshold, Minho in his arms. “Chan already knows something is up. I’ll take care of Minho, but you need to go explain this.” I bit the inside of my cheek as I weakly nodded, staring down at my feet as Seungmin stepped away.

I pulled my bag from the backseat, hurrying up the front steps and into the house. The three had already made it to the medical room by the time I reached inside, and I was quickly face to face with Chan in the entryway. He was leaned against the wall, arms crossed, face in a stern look of irritation. Geez, it felt like I just came home to a disappointed dad.

“Com’on.” He turned up the stairs, leading us to his office as I tried to pull the hem of my dress down my legs. He firmly shut the door behind us as he crossed to his desk, pointing to a chair. “Sit. And explain to me where you were and why the hell one of my men just came home unconscious.” My feet kept me planted by the door, too scared to advance before Chan looked up to me after sitting. If looks could kill, I swear a million daggers would have just shot through my chest and declared me dead on arrival. “Now.” His voice was stern, his hands clenching into fists atop his desk. I slowly made my way to the chair before him, sitting and sinking down into my body.

“Seongho and I just wanted to go to the club for a night… So I asked Yunho-”

“Yunho?” Chan quickly cut me off, I had yet to experience this level of anger from him, and it felt like I could feel the heat radiating off of him from across the desk. The dark aura swirling around the air above his head starting to envelop me.

“Yunho… Jiho’s driver…” I slowly looked up to him in confusion as to why the name only caused further irritation.

“Oh y/n, he’s not your family driver. At least not from what I’ve last heard.” Chan rubbed his temples, I swore I could feel the heat from his anger radiating off of him.

“Don’t tell me he’s with Ateez too…” My voice was almost a whisper, already scared that I might know the answer.

“Too?” Chan’s face paled as he looked at me with large eyes, my face scrunching with nervousness.

“Seonghwa…I think he slipped something into my drink…but Minho drank it instead of me.”

“Fucking idiot.” He pinched the bridge of his nose as he settled his face in his hand, eyes squeezing shut. He stood from his seat, crossing to the window and rubbing his face as he stared out amongst the trees. Chan ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself before continuing. “I need you to tell me everything. From the moment you left Jiho’s. Because he was real confused on the phone when I told him you hadn’t come home.” He slowly turned to me as I stayed silent, feeling like a dog with its tail caught between its legs.

“I-I told Yunho to drop me in Itaewon… I was at the club with Seongho but split from him for a bit. Seonghwa approached me, although he never told me his name. Minho showed up and took my drink from my hand before I could even drink it, then Seonghwa almost immediately dipped.”

“Fuck.” Chan paced around the room, making me only feel smaller as he towered over me. “Y/n, you can’t keep sneaking off like this. Don’t you understand the situation right now?” My breath caught in my throat, keep sneaking off? Did he know?

“I-” My eyes grew in shock, quickly trying to come up with an excuse for myself.

“Yes, I’m fully aware of the night you took the car. I had every intention to let it slide, but I don’t think you understand the severity of what happened tonight.”

“It’s not like I poured my drink down his throat!”

“That’s not what I’m talking about y/n. You were in the car with an Ateez member, then another just so happens to also show up at the club and start casually talking you up the moment you’re alone, and potentially try to drug you?” He crossed back to his desk, leaning on his hands, the look of daggers returning. “Not to mention the fact that Yunho has possibly infiltrated with your brother as his driver? They’re trying to get close to the two of you.” The side of his flat hand hit onto his desk with his last words, forcing emphasis. “You aren’t to leave the house without one of us with you, okay?” Chan’s finger pointed sharply in my direction, I couldn’t speak but gave a quickened nod back in his direction, trying to avoid his eye contact. I couldn’t deny the possibility of his progression of events, everything feeling like it was falling into place next to each other. Chan sighed as he dropped his head, a sigh of exhaustion falling over him.

“You had me scared shitless, y/n.” His voice immediately dropped, much quieter as it fell downward. Chan collapsed into his seat again and rested his forehead in his palm, shoulders dropping. “Just please go to sleep, we can handle this in the morning.” He shooed me off with his other hand, head raising to now rest his chin in his hand and stare out the windows again. The lump in my throat made breathing difficult, stunned into silence as I rose and quietly left.

As I opened the door, I was met with Changbin leaning against the wall with arms crossed, slipping into the room as I exited and shutting the door behind him.

I stood there for a moment, analyzing every event that happened tonight, mind too awake for any chance of sleep. I started down the quiet corridor, opting to pass my bedroom door and head downstairs. The house felt eerily quiet compared to everything that occurred. Time had moved at such a fast pace I hadn’t processed one thing before another piled on top of it, and now I walked through what felt like time frozen in space.

As I neared the medical room, I stopped, glancing in the cracked door. Seungmin had already left Minho unattended, the lights turned dim as he lay in the bed asleep. I slipped in quietly, slowly closing the door behind me, and dragging a seat up next to the bed. I sat, hugging my knee up to my chest and resting my chin on it. At least he seemed peaceful, no snide remarks, no glares, no digs. I quietly scoffed in amusement with a small smile.

“You were supposed to come find me and relax with me for a night, not go and get yourself drugged, dumbass.” I looked down, placing my forehead on my knee. “This was not how tonight was supposed to go.”

“Aww, she wanted to spend time with me.” Minho’s voice was hoarse, very quiet and almost unnoticeable. My head snapped up to him, his eyes still closed and appearing asleep before his head rolled to my side, eyes slowly opening with his signature smirk. “How cute.”

“What the fuck, Minho!?” My foot drops to the floor, taken aback by his conscious state.

“Seungmin is good at what he does, Dear.” He faced the ceiling as he let his eyes close again, the smirk still plastered on his face until speaking again. “And remember, that drink was initially for you.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t have to go and drink it dumbass!” I leaned forward, punching his arm as he softly chuckled, immediately relaxing after the amount of the energy a single chuckle took from him. I scoffed, going to leave the room in a huff, stopping at the door and turning back to the snide man on the bed. “And stop calling me Dear damnit!”

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Pruning Roses - Chapter 3

[Set in the post-apocalyptic/dystopian Horrors AU, see pinned post on this blog for more information]

Temporarily locked in a large closet, Briar is left alone, only visited by the Chaser, Kate, to give her food. Sleep seems to be her only escape - at least, until Toby comes to wake her up for a 'chat'...

CW: Discussion of drugged food, physical abuse [beatings, cigarette burns], hurt/no comfort/whump

Notes: Toby's a dick in this AU. Everyone is, really, but Toby is the worst of them

The door opened. Briar’s head jerked up.

She’d lost track of time. Maybe she’d even fallen asleep. There was no time in this closet, only a silent darkness, low scrapings in the wall and loud, distant laughter. Maybe this was punishment enough, trapped like an animal until her thoughts drove her insane.

Behind the figure was darkness, allowing Briar to see the woman without pain. The proxy, Kate, stared back at Briar, and it was impossible to tell if the dark circles under her eyes were natural or some kind of paint. Her hoodie was different, not like Jeff’s infamous one now, but one that zipped up. Still white, though, and left open, revealing a pastel blue shirt that said ‘invincible’ in all caps. Briar’s eyes fell to the woman’s hands, and the item she held.

Without a word, Kate tossed the plastic bag, bearing the name of a long vanished grocery store chain, into Briar’s lap. Briar looked into it. Her stomach rumbled. Food, still warm, in little plastic baggies.

“Eat all of it,” Kate said, and her voice held no emotion.

Briar looked up at her. Her mouth was watering, but her mind worried.

“What is it drugged with?”

Kate placed a hand on one hip. “Weakeners,” she said. “So you can’t fight back or break out of here until we’re done with you.”

A shiver went up Briar’s spine. “How do you know they work?”

“They worked on your boss Jeff,” Kate said. “And you’re a younger Horror than he was when we caught him.”

Swallowing, Briar looked down at the bag and its contents. Her stomach ached, like it did when she was a refugee during the War. She’d never wanted to feel that way again.

“If you don’t eat willingly,” Kate said, “I’m allowed to do whatever I want to make you.” She tilted her head back, her eyes cold. “What’s it gonna be?”

Briar exhaled. She looked at the bag, and ate. Wherever the drugs were in the food, whether in the sandwich or the fries, or in the bottle of water, she didn't taste anything. Actually, she barely tasted the food at all.

When she finished, Kate pushed away from where she leaned against the door.

"Don't bother throwing it back up once I leave. The drugs work fast and we won't feed you again if you do. Leave the bag on the floor, we'll pick it up after we move you."

Kate turned away, only to look over her shoulder.

"You're lucky Hoodie gave you to Masky," she said with a grim smile. "If it were me, I'd spend tonight seeing all the colors that pretty face of yours can turn."

The door shut, and the lock clicked. Briar listened to the footsteps until they faded away. She looked down at the bag in her lap and picked it up. Squashing it into a ball, she threw it as hard as she could into the wall across from her. It was better than nothing.

Briar pulled her legs into her chest and wrapped her arms around them. The darkness suffocated, she closed her eyes so she didn't have to see it. She let out a shaky exhale.

"I want to go home," she whispered.

If the guys were okay, would they come rescue her? If they were free, and intact, would they track her down? Would they find out who took her? Would they even be able to find this manor to take her back? Briar set her teeth. There was no telling how long the Proxies would keep her here. What if they never let her go?

She shivered. Her clothes weren't meant for temperatures like in this manor. She was dressed for summer nights spent around campfires, listening to insects and the laughter of loved ones. She didn't even have a jacket. If she asked for a jacket, would they have enough pity on her to give her one? Or was this just another form of torture?

Stop thinking, she told herself. Worrying won't save your life. You've been cold and hungry and desperate before. You can handle this.

I can handle this, she thought.

Pulling her arms into her short-sleeved shirt, she wrapped them around herself like she did as a teen. The rags smelled like dog as she laid down on them but they were still softer than leaves and grass. Closing her eyes to the darkness around her, Briar counted backwards from 100, picturing the shape of each number in her mind. Sleep didn't come easily, but it did eventually come.

Something cold wrapped around her wrists. A soft click reached her ears. Briar grunted, a similar chill wrapping around her heart as she awoke. Handcuffs, she thought. Her blurry eyes looked between her wrists, the door left half open, and the vague, crouching human shape in between her and the door.

Someone chuckled. Briar snapped awake. Toby.

"Morning," he said, and in the darkness she saw the smile on his face. "Did I wake you? Course I did. I thought you'd wake up when I opened the door, but you were sleeping pretty hard. Guess you haven't developed your war instincts yet."

He reached out a hand. Briar winced back, cringing as he patted her head.

"You'll be sleeping even better once Masky gets done with you," Toby said. "If I let him."

What was that supposed to mean? She really didn't want to find out.

"Wh… why are you here?" She whispered.

"What a good question!" Toby said with false approval. "Didn't say you could speak, though, but whatever. I'll let it go this time."

Toby reached into his pocket. Briar braced. Instead of a weapon, he pulled out a single cigarette and an old pewter lighter. He placed the cigarette between his teeth, and lit the end. Toby took a deep breath, and coughed, hard. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth as he coughed, Briar's eyes widening with alarm. After a deep breath, he laughed.

"He's gonna kill me when he finds out I took one of his cigs," Toby said. "Fucking whatever though. He owes me."

He shifted his legs, sitting cross legged on the floor. Toby tilted his head, and looked down at her. Briar swallowed

"I came because I wanted to see what Jeff sees in you," he said. "You know you're not the first Horror he's trained, right?"

Briar nodded. His lips curled up

"So he talked about me? That's good. I hope he's said nice things about me."

The man took another drag of the cigarette.

"I bet it's nice having a girl around, for Jeff and his gang. I haven't seen a girl Horror in… ages. A different perspective, a different hole…"

Toby lifted his head up and exhaled the smoke into the air. Briar's eyes watered at the smell.

"But let's be real here, Briar," he said. "There's no contest. Between you and me, I'm the better one. The better hunter, the better forager, the better lover. He's too stubborn to see it."

Sucking in a breath, Briar pressed back into the wall. No conversation that started like this was going to end well for her.

Leaning back on one hand, Toby sighed and took another breath on the stick. "He's so damn proud. He doesn't know it but he is. It gets in the way of everything. If he'd stop fighting God, everything would go great, for all of us. But he won't let go. He thinks he can fight God and win." He laughed lightly. "I used to find that arrogance attractive, but now, I just want to lock him up somewhere until he sees the light."

He looked down at her. "You get me, right?"

Briar shook her head. They'd told her Toby was insane but she never thought this was how it showed.

Toby rolled his eyes. "Kids. Can't expect too much out of you. You're, what, not even two years old yet? Pathetic." He tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette onto the floor. "If Horrors weren't sterile you'd have a use, but right now? No way. It would be better in the long run for Jeff to kill you."

Tears formed in her eyes. Briar grit her teeth against them and looked away. Jeff would never…

"He doesn't need another useless mouth to feed. You're two years old and you're a complete unknown. No track record, no enemies, no urban legends about you. Have you even killed ten humans? Five? Get real. When I was your age, I'd killed fifty. Well, give or take. Who was counting?"

"I'm not useless," Briar said, looking up at Toby. "Just because I don't have a reputation doesn't mean-"

His hand whipped out. Briar cried out in pain as his hand slapped her cheek. Her head hit the floor, sending more pain through her skull, and she bit down a desperate sob.

"Did I fucking tell you to talk?" Toby said. She heard him take another drag on the cigarette. "Anyway, like I was saying: people like you are better as compost. You'd grow great roses."

Briar closed her eyes. Maybe she could just shut him out…

"But I'm not allowed to kill you," Toby said. Briar's eyes opened. "Nobody is. God wants you left alive."

She looked back at him, hoping her eyes would say enough. The Slenderman wanted her alive? Why?

"I don't get it either." Toby tapped out the ashes again. "Far as Hoodie can tell, you're a part of some big plan. Or maybe he's gonna turn you into a proxy later." He shrugged. "Who knows?"

Her, a proxy? She shuddered.

Toby laughed. "Yeah, I hope not! That's gonna make all of this-" he waved the hand holding the cigarette around. "Really awkward, eh?"

He looked down at her, his smile turning into a predator's grin.

"Really, really awkward."

His hand snatched out again, digging into her hair and yanking her head back. Briar cried out, twisting. The rags she laid on curled into knots under her, and the slick floor didn't give her any help. She looked up at him, at his sharp smile, and her eyes widened. He was bringing the cigarette towards her face.

"No-" Briar said.

"Shut up," he said.

The cigarette was still red on the end, heat burning through it. Oh god, she thought. He's trying to put it out in my eye. Briar squeezed her eyes closed, jerking her head as much as she could. She felt the heat of it just under her eye and twisted her head up-

She screamed.

Toby twisted the cigarette into her cheek, putting it out on her skin. He pulled the butt away but she couldn't see what he did with it. Tears streamed down her face, hot liquid burning the singed flesh under her right eye. She sobbed. It hurt.

"Aww, I missed," Toby said. "That would've made you a lot more interesting as a person."

He dropped her hair and she hit the floor. Briar tried to swallow her cries. It hurt. It hurt worse than any burn she'd ever gotten. Worse than any stabbing she'd ever received. It hurt. It hurt.

"Oh, whatever," Toby said. "Not like I'm here trying to improve you anyway."

The punch rattled her teeth, pain shooting through her jaw. Briar opened her eyes. She thought, if I were human that would've killed me. It was the only thought she had before another punch followed.

Blood spilled from her nose, coating Toby's bare hands. He laughed and the sound pressed against the walls of her skull. Another punch, pain spilling through her upper chest. She gasped for air but it was too late, the next punch hit her lungs. Briar sucked in as much air as she could, and began to scream.

He didn't tell her to stop. If anything it felt like her screams encouraged him. The bruises formed moments after his fists landed. Her gut, her chest, her face, her neck. Briar screamed through the pain. She raised her cuffed hands to protect her face but he yanked them down, bruises forming under his fingers, and punched her nose until she heard the crunch. Pain merged with her mind until there was nothing left. Until there was nothing but her screams and the muted crack and crunch of breaking bones.

He's going to kill me, she thought, but she knew it was worse than that. He wouldn't disobey the Slenderman. He was getting her warmed up for the rest of her stay.

Her throat gave up. Briar slumped onto the ground. Through the darkness she saw Toby raise his fist again.

Another hand caught it.

"Toby! What the fuck are you doing?!"

Her head was full of blood, but she recognized the voice. Briar watched, gasping for air as the second person threw Toby back away from her.

"Oh. Hey Masky," Toby said, impossibly calm. "You're back early."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Masky shouted. "What the hell did you do to her?"

"Don't be so pissy," Toby said. "I wasn't gonna kill her. I was just having some fun. What, don't you like your meat tenderized? She'll probably be healed up in a week and it'll be like nothing happened."

"You bastard," Masky hissed. "You waited until I was gone to break in here. You wanted me away so you could fuck her up, and for what?"

Toby didn't answer. Briar looked at the ceiling.

"For what Toby?" Masky shouted. There was still no reply. "... Are you jealous?"

"Fuck you!" Toby shouted, anger in his voice. "Fine. Fine. I'll take my cuffs and get out of here. But you should know better than to get attached. We're not keeping her."

"I don't want her as a pet anyway," Masky snapped.

Toby grumbled something, but she heard him stand up. Briar closed her eyes and lay limp. His fingers were sticky with blood from her nose, but they forced the cuffs off anyway. Toby made a sound like he was going to say something to her, but he seemed to change his mind.

Briar opened her eyes and looked up as he walked away. Toby vanished through the door, but Masky lingered. She couldn't see his eyes through the mask even without the tears still falling from her eyes. For a moment, she almost thought Masky was going to say something. But he shook his head and closed the door behind him.

In the darkness, alone, Briar closed her eyes again. She sobbed. Oh god, it hurt it hurt it hurt. The pain burned through her, throbbing and aching and swelling. There wasn't a single part of her that didn't hurt, even her legs.

The tears came again, flowing fresh down her face. Briar tried to pull her limbs into her body, but doing that just made it all hurt worse.

"Eyeless," she whispered. "Jeff. Guys. Help me."

I miss you, she thought. I miss you all so much. I wish you could hear me.

But no one could hear her. No one but her.

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Until You Love Me

Chapter 1: We Are the Crowd...

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Casey Valentine); f!MC (Casey Valentine) x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)

Series Summary: Constantly worried about Ethan's faithfulness, Casey Valentine's paranoia reaches an all-time high when she meets a blast from his past.

Chapter Summary: A celebratory night at Donahue's takes a turn when Casey meets a girl that has caught Ethan's eye

Music Inspo: "Paparazzi" - Kim Dracula

Word Count: ~2500

Rating/Warnings: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only🔞 This miniseries will contain NSFW material (🍋), infidelity, language, discussion and/or depiction of medical situations, gaslighting, mental abuse & illness, suicide, violence, criminal activity; alcohol use

A/N: I am SUPER pumped to be participating in week 1 of @choicesflashfics prompt challenge! I chose prompt #1: “You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” The prompt will be in bold.

A/N2: This is very much an AU; our main characters will be written OOC; most of these characters and some plot points belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Special thanks to my sweet friends that helped me brainstorm and pre-read various parts of this. This is not beta'd, so please forgive my errors.

~🖤~

Donahue's. The vibrant, neon sign to the well-known dive bar illuminates the otherwise quiet street. The establishment itself rests comfortably in a residential neighborhood a few blocks north of the medical district. A small parking lot was added years ago--not that anyone abides by the yellow fluorescent lines. But even with Donahue's attempting to appear more official, more business-like, everyone reveres it like a second home. A place to relax. A place where people know your name.

He lowkey loves it here; that's the only reason he dared to venture out tonight. If Ethan Ramsey had it his way, he would much rather stay in on a Sunday evening, enjoying a finger of scotch with the Patriots on mute and his nose in a historical prose.

But lucky for me, not tonight.

Tonight is Midnight Madness, a rite of passage among med school graduates and residents where we celebrate a turning of the page, so-to-speak, as we all take the next big step in our medical careers. For my Edenbrook friends and I, gone are the days of being the scut of the hospital, the runts, the bottom of the healthcare food chain. Residency is over, and Monday morning brings private practice, fellowships, and new research. It’s one last time for celebration.

So, of course, I naturally want Ethan here with me.

As I step out of the car, he walks ahead of me. He's due for a haircut, but I secretly love watching his dark waves gently bounce on the collar of his shirt. He's wearing one of my favorites: a pinstripe Hilfiger button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, the musculature of his defined forearms on display. His pressed khaki chinos accentuate his well-rounded, well-toned backside, and I must admit: my eyes fail to look away from the beautiful spectacle.

Well, that is until I nearly collided with the front door to the sports bar.

He didn't hold it open for me.

And my heart sinks.

As I slip inside, Reggie, the bar owner, nods my direction, giving me a kind, sympathetic smile.

Did he see that, too?

He fixes my favorite drink – a cherry vodka sour – and slides the glass tumbler in front of my usual stool at the bar. I slink into my seat. Sipping through a straw, I casually glance around the large, open-concept room, looking for my Ethan.

Where did he go?

The room is dark with warm ambient lighting from stage lights, disco balls and multicolored lamps. There's a subtle haze of smoke as bar patrons sway to the heavy pulse of the music.

The bass is hypnotic, and I feel the energy thrumming in my veins as I sip on my cocktail, surveying the room.

There he is; there's my handsome man.

But I feel the joy drain out of my face instantly.

He's talking to a tall, curvy blonde at a bar-top table near the jukebox. Who is she? She's wearing a silk, black camisole that lays perfectly across her full assets along with a snug pair of perfectly-tailored skinny jeans that show off her long legs and obviously plump rear.

She's beautiful. Actually… she's stunning.

Does Ethan even know her?

Oh God. He just made her laugh. She tosses back her head, her platinum tresses bouncing over her shoulders as she coyly covers her nose and mouth.

It couldn't have been that funny.

Ethan takes a sip of his own amber drink, no doubt a top shelf. But his eyes remain trained on her.

What the hell is going on right now?

"Would you like another?" Reggie pulls me from the scene unfolding in front of me–and it's a good thing, too. I feel my jealousy building in the pit of my stomach.

I always worried about other women making moves on my man. But… I never thought I'd have to worry about him reciprocating flirtation.

He wouldn't. I know he wouldn't do that to me. To us.

No. I'm sure there is a logical explanation to Ethan's exchange with this woman. More than likely, this is purely innocent, and I'm just perceiving this all completely wrong.

Although reality is perception…

Shit.

I cordially smile at the bartender, nodding my head. "Better make it a double."

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It's been over an hour, and Ethan has barely spoken to me. I already sense the odd looks in my direction as if everyone can sense the awkwardness between us. Damnit, I hate people giving me that look, as if they pity me. What they don’t know is that Ethan and I have a mutual understanding; he’s not into public displays of affection.

Does he have to act like such a prick?

Okay, that’s not fair. I know that’s how I’m perceiving him. He’s not a prick, but I would think he’d at least talk with me. If I had known he was going to be this cold, I would've stayed home.

Being with this man is maddening.

I finish another drink, raising up my finger in Reggie’s direction to order another one. I nonchalantly glance around the room. I can see Ethan lounging outside on a brick patio next to a firepit, sharing cigars with Tobias and Victor, two of his longtime friends and colleagues. He’s smiling, which always makes for a good night for us.

Suddenly I remember the blonde, and my eyes naturally shift to where she was sitting. But, she’s gone.

Did she leave already?

I shrug, turning back to my freshly served beverage. Keeping my hands in my lap, I lean over the polished bar, capturing the wayward straw first with my tongue, then my mouth.

“So that’s the kind of night you’re aiming for.”

I abruptly twirl around on my stool, following the seductive giggle, and I am met face-to-face with the blonde bombshell Ethan was talking to earlier.

Only now, I am up close and personal, and I swear I am staring at a goddess. Her skin is like a blanket of sun-kissed velvet. Her golden hair sits like a crown on her head, and her rosy, heart-shaped lips frame her pearly white teeth.

Damnit, she's gorgeous. No wonder Ethan was staring at her…

“Is this seat taken, doll?” She gracefully gestures to the stool next to me, the simple movement seductively mesmerizing. I lock my attention on her, swimming deep in the ocean of her blue eyes.

I pretend to sip my drink as I motion for her to sit. As she makes herself comfortable, I look around the bar, noticing at least eight other open seats she could've taken.

But she chose to sit next to me…

I bite my lip as she continues talking. "God," she sets her clutch on the bar, crossing her legs. "Espadrilles are supposed to be comfortable, right?" She chuckles. "My toes keep going numb, and I swear my arches are bleeding." As she bends over to adjust her shoe, I'm given the perfect view straight down her slinky shirt.

No bra… Damnit! She saw me looking…

She snickers deviously, a mischievous Cheshire grin stretching across her face as if to pretend she didn't just catch me staring at her tits. "I'm Tatum," she holds out her hand to shake mine. "What's your name, doll?"

"Casey," I say softly.

"Wait," she grabs my arm as a look of surprise etches across her face. "Casey? As in Ethan Ramsey's Casey?"

I curiously look at Tatum, taken aback by her words, and I can feel a smile curling on my lips. "Yeah… yeah, that's me. How… how did you–?"

"I met him earlier! Girl…" she grows conspiratorially quiet, "he's quite the looker." She titters, "you need to keep him on a tighter leash!"

I let out a cordial laugh. Reggie passes by us, raising his eyebrows at me. I grin, nodding that everything is fine.

"But listen," Tatum grabs my hand endearingly. "Before I could even try hitting on him, he told me he was here with the most beautiful woman in the world–"

"Pssh," I hiss. I look down at our hands, lowering my voice. "He did not."

"Did too!" She begins to trace circles across my skin with her thumb. "He said you were waiting up here at the bar for him, and your name was Casey."

I can feel my cheeks warm. He might be cold towards me tonight, but Ethan Ramsey truly does love me.

"Oh, Tatum," I throw my arms around her shoulders, "I know we just met, but you have managed to make my night a million times better."

She pats my back. "Were you having a bad night?"

I pull back and give her a guilty-look. "No?" I sigh heavily. "Yes? I don't know" I lay my head in my hands.

"What's wrong, doll?" She combs my strawberry-blonde hair behind my ears as her voice turns into a whisper. "Is this about Ethan?"

I timidly nod my head.

"Oh gosh, Casey!" She puts a finger under my chin, lifting my gaze back to hers. "I don't know what has happened with you two in the past, but that gorgeous man loves you." She pauses, watching me. "Is he having trouble showing that to you?"

Is it that obvious? I nod.

She exhales dramatically as her long eyelashes flutter across her high cheekbones. "Men," she mumbles, shaking her head which causes me to giggle. She catches my gaze… and it feels like–I don't know… she continues. "How's the sex?"

I begin to choke on my drink, covering my shocked expression with my fingers. "Wh–what?"

"The sex?" She wiggles her eyebrows. "Oh c'mon," she snickers, "I bet he's hot in the sack."

I feel a swirl of heat invade my neck and face as I take a long pull from my vodka drink.

Why would she ask that?

“I see,” she exhales. “Well,” she tilts her head to meet my gaze before taking my hand and settling it into her lap. "Maybe you need to… spice things up."

She begins to gently caress my hand in hers. I feel goosebumps ignite across my body, a sudden ache forming deep in my belly as I stare at her full lips.

Wait… no.

I shake my head as I stand up.

What's happening here?

"I–I'm sorry, Tatum, but I think I gave you the wrong impression. I'm not like that," I grab my purse.

“Casey,” Tatum slips out of her chair, “don’t go. I’ll leave.” She leans over her barstool, collecting her clutch. As she stands up straight, she brushes her body against mine, her lips a breath away from the shell of my ear. “But if you do want to spice things up,” she whispers, “come find me.”

The rush of my own air escapes my lungs. My toes contort as electricity ignites through my nerves.

God, she’s so sexy…

This is insane; I just met her! And yet, she... and my body...

What the fuck?

If I wanted to 'spice things up'… What does that even mean? Does she mean my sex life with Ethan? Or specifically my own personal life?

What has me more curious: how would she spice things up?

I pay my tab, wishing Reggie a good evening. Ethan is still outside, and I see a table with my old friends, deep in jubilant celebration of Midnight Madness. I don’t want to interrupt, so sneak past the crowd, quickly retreating to the bathroom.

There she is.

She’s casually bent over the sink, finger-combing her hair. As the door shuts behind me, she turns to look at me before raising an eyebrow.

I can feel beads of sweat collecting on my back My pulse turns into a gallop as I watch Tatum take a step towards me.

And then another.

She slinks past me, reaching for the door to lock the deadbolt.

The silence is driving me crazy; the unspoken anticipation feeds into my arousal. Should it be? I mean, that’s what this is, right? Something sexual? I clear my throat.

“So, um… about spicing things up?” With the clacking of her heels, Tatum slowly approaches me, towering over my petite frame.

God, she–she's just so…

I swallow thickly when she doesn’t respond. “How does this… I mean, how will, um–?”

Tatum begins to laugh, gently cupping my cheek in her hand. “You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” With her other hand, she rakes her nails through my hair.

My eyes flutter close, relishing her intimate touch.

God, it’s been so long.

“Just relax, doll,” she purrs.

And without warning, she captures my hungry lips, but in a way my body isn’t used to. It feels soft, sweet… even somewhat innocent, caring, as if she doesn’t want to hurt me. But the pull of her mouth teases me, coaxing my lips apart as the flick of her tongue sweeps inside to tickle my own.

Oh, this. This is so…

A quiet moan escapes from me as Tatum grabs my hips. She giggles against my supple pout, continuing to kiss me with fervor. Harder. Faster.

She walks me backwards, pushing my body against the cool brick. Pulling out of our kiss, she stares into my eyes. There’s an intensity there I’ve never seen, never experienced before in my life. And I’m terrified. And thrilled. And…

Just touch me again…

She gently strokes my flushed cheek with the back of her fingers before caressing my neck.

Then my breasts.

“Are you sure you want to spice things up, doll?” She pants.

I feel my chest rising and falling in pace with her breathing. I’ve never felt so intune with someone in all my life–let alone, a woman.

My eyes flicker to her beautiful, feral mouth. God, I need it on me…

And with the nod of my head, she unbuttons my jeans before dropping to her knees.

—-----

It's just past 9AM Monday morning, and I'm already on my third cup of coffee. No doubt I'll have jitters later, but after being exhausted in the most heavenly way possible, it's so worth it.

Ethan didn't say anything last night. Or this morning.

Oh God, was that cheating?

Shit. I didn't think this through…

But it was with a woman. And I'm not… well, at least I don't think I am…

It doesn't count, right?

But, damn, it was good.

I round through the department, checking on my fresh batch of interns, mulling around, glued to their pocket diagnostics guides.

Oh, to be young again…

As I turn the corner to enter the charting station, I suddenly freeze, recognizing a familiar tall blonde.

In a white coat.

What the…? Tatum?

Even under the fluorescent lights, her platinum highlights perfectly shine, her waves bouncing effortless on her shoulders. Her scarlet wrap dress hugs her curves beautifully, and her patent-leather nude pumps show off her toned calves, those thick thighs, and–

Tatum clears her throat.

Shit.

As Tatum goes back to looking at her charts, I slowly saunter up bedside her.

What do I even say? Just be cool…

“Morning, Tatum,” I smile.

She squints her eyes, giving me a cordial smile.

“Uh, hi,” she stutters, her face contorting. “Do I know you?”

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loveforpreserumsteve · 1 year

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Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

HALFWAY THROUGH Symbol of Courage, Hodge came home. Not for long though. He rushed in, gave Steve a kiss to the top of his head, and then left for 12A. Claiming that he was going to talk business with Bucky and Daniel. With Bucky, because of the alpha's connections. With Daniel, because of the man's late father and the stories of the influential people he had known.

Huffing, Steve shoved himself further into the armchair. Sure, he knew that getting buddy-buddy with the neighbors could potentially help boost Hodge's career. But couldn't he have waited? Couldn't he have spent some time talking with Steve? A funny story about his acting coach, Michael Joseph Duffy aka MJD aka Duff? Or a story about how ridiculous another actor was during auditions? Anything?

Sighing at his own jealousies, Steve tried to get back into reading. It was a decent first draft. Good characters. Good story. Hodge would fit the Brett Hendrick character perfectly. All American Grade A Beefcake. Pinnacle of non-toxic alphaninity. Yeah, Hodge was perfect for that. Even if he was a beta.

He'd need a little help in the sass department, sure, but he could work on that. Steve knew that Hodge could do anything that he put his mind to, even – no, especially – when Hodge didn't think so himself.

Just as Steve was getting back into the script, there was a knock at the door. Heart racing from the horrible fate of the beloved character, Jimmy, Steve's brows furrowed, but he still got up to get the door. Surprisingly enough, it was Peggy and another older woman, petite, frail, and smiling, with a gaudy, silver floral brooch pinned to the shoulder of her yellow polka dot dress.

"Hi, dear," Peggy smiled, "We're not bothering you, are we?"

"Of course, not," Steve said, opening the door to welcome the two older women into his home. Pressing his lips together to suppress his disgust at the scent that the women brought with them. The same scent that came from Sharon's good luck charm.

"This is my dear friend, Angie Martinelli, who lives on six. Angie, this is Arnold's nephew's husband, Steve."

"Welcome to Stark Tower!"

"Thank you," Steve smiled, closing the door. Then, his brain caught up with the women and he asked, "Martinelli? As in Angela Martinelli? White Christmas in Vermont, Angela Martinelli?"

"The very same," she smiled, and Steve was starstruck.

"Ms. Martinelli, it's an honor," Steve started, taking her offered hand in his. Gushing, "My mom and I watch your holiday movies every winter, and would marathon Dear Betty almost every morning."

"Well, bless you," Angie giggled, giving Steve's hand a squeeze.

Wait until mom hears of this!

As the two women made their way down the hallway to the living room, they kept commenting about how beautiful the apartment was. Steve couldn't take any credit for the interior design though, Uncle Arnie had some decent taste. All he and Hodge had done was move their stuff into the lavish space.

Reaching the living room, both women sat down on the velvet navy-blue sofa. Both women had brought identical sewing bags and started opening them and took out their current projects. Crocheting for Angie and darning for Peggy. Clearly, settling down for a long evening of needlework and conversation.

"Oh, before I forget," Peggy said, reaching into her bag to pull out a small box. "This is for you. From Daniel and me."

"For me?" Steve asked, brows furrowing once more.

"It's just a little present is all," Peggy smiled, dismissing Steve's concern and puzzlement. "For moving in and for being so thoughtful."

"That's very kind of you," Steve said, taking a seat in the plaid armchair. Opening the little wrapped box, he froze. There, Sharon's silver filigree ball-charm and its clustered together chain. Sharon's not-so-lucky good luck charm. The smell hit him again, stronger, and made Steve rear back.

"It's really very old," Peggy continued, as though Steve wasn't refraining from pinching his nose at the scent of the translucent-bluish spongy substance. "Over three hundred years old."

"It's lovely," he said, gaze glued to it as he debated whether he should tell her that Sharon had already showed it off and told him the exact same thing.

But he didn't want to upset the older omega. She had, after all, been very kind. And Sharon was her niece, her daughter-surrogate, who she lost.

"The inside is called terrigen, it's a root," Peggy said. "It's good luck."

Not for Sharon, Steve thought. Instead of speaking the words out loud though, he tried to give the necklace back, "It's lovely, but I can't accept such a –"

"You already have," Peggy insisted, not looking up at Steve as she darned a brown sock. "Put it on."

Angie assured, "You'll get used to the smell before you know it."

"Go on," Peggy said.

"Well, thank you," Steve smiled and hesitantly, reluctantly, put the chain over his head, tucking the charm into the collar of his shirt. It was cold for a moment against his skin and he told himself that he'd take it off once the two women left.

"Is that the script?" Peggy asked, gesturing to the ottoman and the thick stack of papers fastened together.

Angie perked at that, asking Steve, "Are you a writer."

"No," Steve said while Peggy added, "He's an artist. Hodge says that he's very talented."

"Your children must be very creative," Angie smiled, not knowing how much that comment alone broke his heart.

Lifting the script so he could keep reading, he corrected, "We don't have children."

"Soon, I'm sure," Angie encouraged, and Steve hoped it would be. From her lips to God's ears.

As the night continued, Steve found himself content. With the two women making small talk and telling stories while Steve sat, listening and reading. Surprisingly, it was a pleasant evening. Time even got away from them.

At around eleven, Hodge came home. He said hello to the women and bent so he could kiss Steve's cheek. Only then did the women realize how late it was and pack up their things to leave.

"Come and visit me anytime you want, I'm 6C," Angie smiled, following Peggy out of the apartment.

Once he and Hodge were alone, Steve asked, "So, ya gonna be a big movie star now or what?"

"Yup." Hodge weakly joked, "Gonna get my Hollywood Star tomorrow."

Steve chuckled, stretched, and then stood from the chair. Gesturing towards the script, "If it helps, Bucky's friend wrote one hell of a script. And I know that you'll make the perfect lead."

"Let's keep our fingers crossed."

Following Hodge into their bedroom, Steve changed out of his clothes. The necklace hung low, stretching down his naked sternum. Just looking down at it made him feel icky. Almost like he had taken it off of Sharon's corpse himself.

"What's that?" Hodge asked, climbing into bed in only his boxer briefs.

"A present. It was Sharon's. The police must've, I don't know, given it back or somethin'."

"She probably wasn't even wearing it."

Lifting the chain off over his head, he held it out in front of him, looking at the charm. It really was beautiful, but it wasn't his. Not really. Plus, it still reeked.

"Aren't you going to wear it?" Hodge asked.

"It smells," Steve complained. "There's stuff in it. A root. Rotten food smells better."

"Oh, c'mon, it can't be that bad," Hodge chuckled.

Steve carried it over and shoved it in his husband's face so the beta could get a nice, big whiff. Nonplussed, Hodge shrugged, "It's not that bad."

Rolling his eyes, Steve carried the necklace into the bathroom. Opening the vanity drawer, he placed it inside. While Steve closed the door, Hodge stood in the doorway, "If you took it, you should wear it."

"If you took it, you should wear it," Steve mocked, leaving the bathroom. Stretching up on his tiptoes, Steve kissed his stubbly cheek.

Somewhere throughout the night, Steve awoke and found Hodge sitting beside the open window, smoking in the dark. Brows furrowed, Steve glanced at the alarm clock and then back to his husband. The beta had quit smoking over two years ago.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Hodge assured, putting the cigarette out. "Insomnia, probably. Nothing to worry about. Go back to sleep."

Figuring that he was nervous about auditions and upset with the stories about old-time stars and their fame, Steve climbed out of bed. Wrapping his arms around the muscular blond, he tried to comfort his husband the best he could. "I love you. Not just for your immense talent, but for you. For who you are. And who you are is a good man."

When that didn't seem to help any, Steve told him that he didn't need to worry.

"About what?"

"About anything."

"Alright," Hodge weakly smiled, "I won't."

"You're the greatest," Steve kissed the top of his head. "Y'know? You are. And it's all going to come out right. You're gonna have to learn karate or somethin' to get through the mob of fans. And let's not even talk about what you'd have to do to get rid of the paps."

That small, sad smile remained on his face as he looked down at his lap.

"Any day now," Steve insisted. "Something big. Something worthy of you."

Hodge nodded, not arguing. Encouraging Steve, "Go back to sleep, honey."

"Wake me if you can't sleep."

"Sure."

"I love you."

"Love you, too."

The screenplay that Steve reads is an early version of the "Captain America: The First Avenger" screenplay. I only changed the character's names with aliases used either in the MCU or in the comic books. I hope you're doing well wherever you are! Much love and appreciation Minnie ❤❤❤

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sugar-petals · 2 years

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sub!Xiaojun║🄰-🅉

↳ nsfw alphabet x femdom!reader

8k words | domestic au ♡ | sub!idols m.list

⚠️ rated m, smut & fluff, anal fixation, bondage, bi undertones, cheating mentioned (they don’t), creampies, kinky but also vanilla sex, pegging, poly mention, ruined orgasms, toys, unprotected & protected sex, mdni

↦ NOTE. | the xiaojun pretty boy agenda has arrived! 💥 includes not just 18+ notes, but romantic ones, too. enjoy the ride 👀

[★ read the alphabet on ao3]

A ⇥ Aftercare

Honestly? That can take a whopping half an hour. Y’know, soaking your adorable lil’ mess of a honey bun in the bathtub. And, self-care is for tops too, joining yourself once he’s all soaped up. Sure, Xiaojun likes a little spoiling. But then again, he will never say no to some proper face-to-face cuddles and mumbled conversation in bed. Running an entire aftercare bath is sometimes too time-consuming. Especially in a moment when you should be snuggled together, which is the all-time classic that your boyfriend can’t go without to feel gentleness and safety.

It’s not like you can open the tap and tell each other okay three, two, one — right when the tub is full and the water is still warm we literally just came and the afterglow propels us to walk across several rooms! Sex planning doesn’t work like that, and you’ll be way too exhausted anyway. That’s not just shallow pleasure we’re talking about. Making love with Xiaojun is never 50-50. So, the foam crown is for special occasions and later afternoons, not evenings. Taking a bath can make him even more sleepy, we’re talking limbs like jello, than just having had one massive prostate orgasm alright.

So, pillow talk it is. You’re loving that. He talks with great clarity otherwise, but murmuring is a great way to come down. As much as he savors your minute-long back hugs when standing, like in a queue or going by public transport, facing each other when laying down feels much cozier in those golden hours. It’s very warm and it’s very chill. Snogging half the night away with your big ole blanket, covering both of you up to the shoulders, is a staple. He likes personal attention, being doted on, someone caring for him, and feedback. Xiaojun wants all that communication. You know how enormously picky he is with personal space, who he grants and gives it to. So wow, consider yourself the chosen one. The dog’s sure to join, Bella will accompany you on your way to the dreamland like a lucky charm.

B ⇥ Body Part

So you want to know all about the touch me, tease me, feel me up he’s got to offer. Understandable. Xiaojun is an absolute looker. Guess who’s bringing every pretty boy benchmark to the table? Like everything. At the same time. Slender legs, shapely arms, sparkling smile. Small ass waist, elegant neck, sculpted hands, ethereal face, a voice for the gods. His build is stunning, too. Luscious silky hair on top, some pretty impressive brows, smackable cheekbones (uh-huh), maximum huggable body, capacity to look good in any style, everything.

He’s not a snack, he’s not a menu, he’s the entire 5-star restaurant chain. Gotta thank his parent for what they’ve been cooking up. And yes, to add the cherry on top… A little hack: Watch for those smackable peach cheeks. You don’t have that information from me. You’ll be surprised what you’ll find in those pants, and he’s not shy about it. Come on, every good sub has confidence in their ass. It’s your free pillow, stress ball, massage pad, hand rest, and even the occasional seat. Given all those delectable features and dazzling appearance, what more can I say, though. Two words: Full package.

Xiaojun is one sight to see. He also fulfills the height requirement. As far as I’m concerned, and I know others have their own definitions: In order to be an extraordinary pretty boy, you must be below 5’10. Anything significantly above, if you’re a tower, that’s a glamazon in my book. Different category. Think Huening Kai or Hwang Hyunjin. Xiaojun being tiny? Means he’s easier to reach for kissing, hugging, carrying, pinning, looking at his face, the list goes on. His height contributes to the whole picture. It’s simply not enough to nominate one best body part about him. You wake up looking at this eyebrowly masterpiece and can’t decide where to kiss him first.

Like, how good-looking is he. We as a society need to admit that we’re talking about the overall head-to-toe prettiest member of Neo Culture Technology. Whatever neo technology happened to create his molecules, it was indeed a good one. The sexy, cute, hot, and handsome men are plenty in NCT, and the V in WayV stands for Visuals, but only one can be SM’s effortless hottie guy short king incarnate. You know, the one that’s not a little bit of everything (like Taeyong, the true jack of all trades), but straightforward simply pretty. Xiaojun is just that. No matter where you’re looking, there’s a treasure at the end of the rainbow. Imagine hitting the jackpot and nobody talks about it. Though everywhere you walk and talk as a couple, chaos and silent envy ensue.

C ⇥ Cum

I don’t have to tell you that he has a nice opaque texture. The one that has you like oh boy, keep it coming. We need more of this. You’re both on the same page here: Tender-loving sex with endless, endless creampies all night… Xiaojun’s biggest sinful dream. Going at it, maybe two is realistic until both of you feel the need to pause from discomfort, go to the bathroom, and start afresh some 20 minutes after. If it’s very late and the day was rough, he can’t knock himself out five times, y’know. Xiaojun likes a degree of pain, but he’ll also tire and be sleepy in your arms at some point. Which makes him look beautiful, and Xiaojun loves resting with you, but he still wishes he’d not collapse as soon.

His head’s not in the clouds. Xiaojun is well aware that you gotta go pee not to get an infection. And also, if you’re fucking him dry and milking and squeezing the shit outta him, so be it. C’est la vie. That’s what he’s there for. He won’t accuse you of draining his dick so much. But with himself, he’s kinda disappointed in himself for needing longer breaks. He’s the ambitious type, he wants to know he did a good job (!), and wishes bodies would work a little differently (don’t we all) — although he understands that most of nature’s peculiar anatomical design just works the way it does and has a solid reason behind it. It’s more of a sentimental issue: What he thinks he should resent himself for the most is that in his eyes, if only he loved you enough, things could be more consistent, and he’d last the extra rounds rather than passing out where you would fall asleep more slowly than him.

Long story short, two gotta suffice. Hell, nobody’s complaining except him. You think he does a great job. You know you’re loved. It’s good, he satisfies you well, and being vanilla with him is amazing. You really can’t blame your boy for his dripping fantasy and romantic streak, because he’s genuinely talented (as if nobody expected that — he’s Xiaojun, for goodness sake). And honestly. With your pussy wet like that, it feels almost like an extra creampie. Worry not, Xiaojun is definitely seeing the vision. Can you imagine how happy he is knowing you’re so hardcore turned on by his body? Yeah, he admits it, it strokes his ego. But, the knowledge of having a comfortable partner is great in and of itself. He really wants you to be happy and enjoy yourself. Which is why he’s making drama about his fatigue and overworking in the first place. It boils down to Xiaojun wanting more energy to dedicate to you.

On exactly those more energetic days where you got yourself some of that sloppy prime dick, and it’s gorgeous, he’s more than eager to help you clean it all up, and very careful not to overstimulate you. Xiaojun and you sort of switch contraception around as you see fit. It’s basically a mix of everything and what works the best, however you see fit. He likes wrapping it, he likes the semen on his stomach, he likes cumming inside of you. If he does, you don’t need to crook one finger. Xiaojun will make due amends for causing this mess. He’s not a wildass whore like Yuta who will slurp his own jizz right out of you and get spit in his mouth for some proper seasoning on top (Lord knows how much of Yuta’s protein intake comes from sexual activity). Xiaojun prefers the gentle version of having a soft wet towel ready and helping you use a bidet if needed. And if he knows he’d be too tired to be a good boy and clean up, he’ll down a coffee and defy the odds, easy as that.

D ⇥ Dirty Secret

Something that can’t quite be kept so secret: Well… Boners. For your information — he has a lot of ’em. Loose pants working overtime. Yes, he’s horribly flustered. Almost ashamed. He wants to keep it classy, there it goes again. You’re just such a turn-on in his mind and eyes, and his libido is as spontaneous as it gets. The things he has done to hide his erections. Very weird things. Now here comes the real secret: bratty Xiaojun won’t say no to being disciplined for his horny attitude, and getting his orgasms messed up in particular. He wants to go a little crazy and masochistic. Such a practical thing you fancy Xiaojun acting all out on all fours getting a due spanking. He masturbates with you filming the whole thing and giving him orders on whether and when to stroke or not. Every time he won’t obey immediately, that’s one day without sex. If he complies, it earns him another slap on the ass. Oh honey: You know exactly how to do punishment and reward. He does exactly as you say and suffers. Very good. Horny Xiao is taken care of.

Bonus! Another little secret, I know you’re curious… Xiaojun owns a hidden black notebook. Kept safely under his bed. Not the kind these people have in movies, you know the one, where they list and rate their sex conquests. It’s something else. In his book, one will find whole blocks of text, everywhere for pages and pages. Truth is, Xiaojun has been writing yet-undisclosed songs about you. I mean, not how he’s been sucking your tits. That one is replaying in his head already, he doesn’t have to write it down. It’s more intimate and sentimental stuff than that, thoughts he doesn’t find the words to say yet. This book remains tucked away. He might be a Leo as per his zodiac, but he doesn’t broadcast literally everything he does everywhere. The image of him in his gold-lined glasses, sitting on his bed with a pen, that’s pretty memorable. If you ever find out that the black notebook exists is up to him. Little do you know he deliberates whether to gift it to you as a birthday present. Now that’s an idea.

E ⇥ Experience

He’s still 22, man. Merely four years since turning legal, his foundation is literally still building, he’s growing into his sexual nature. Since Xiaojun is so slept on, he did not readily have someone to quite literally sleep on him a lot. There really should have been an older person to mentor him, or anybody ready to take him under their wing like you do now. He had a hard time finding somebody on eye-level who would be equal parts affectionate and sexually compatible.

Humor-wise, too: Very important. Vibing together. Being besties and not just being on a one-week hormone high that would crumble like a house of cards. Bickering with someone is all nice and good, he can be mischievous when flirting, but feeling natural and just clicking is a way different league. It’s better than too much tension and always being close to a fight. The idea of experimenting and becoming less clumsy had a great appeal, but the reality of other people’s complicated personalities and chaos-laden lives, that’s a different thing. He can’t treat those things as separate realms that have nothing to do with each other. Xiaojun sees his partner as a combination of those things, not just through a relationship lens.

Hit and run might feel tempting and many people think it would suit him (they just want a piece of the cake), but Xiaojun was always the skeptical type. He doesn’t want the peculiar encounter of a one-night-stand where a person is in their own world and he remains in his, and he just takes their body to get himself aroused. Thanks, he’d rather take his pillow and go. Wasting himself away is not on the list. He knew he would have been naive buying the praise of the person. He hears superficial and manipulative comments about his looks all too often, although the thought and late-night flirting at countless bars had been promising. Still, Xiaojun is not the type to be walking around open mind open heart, he learned the hard way that you can’t force chemistry, and he’d been too shy and awkward to just fuck everything that moves his way, whoever that may be. He’s clearly told you that his heart has been very selective and closed off.

You’d think people would have been queueing in his text messages and social media DMs, but the most he got? Teasing comments from friends and hyungs or the occasional entitled hookup request from whatever self-declared sexiest person alive which he blocks immediately. Xiaojun can’t stand rude texts, haughtiness, and always suspects people are just using him. Rather, he’d put up an emotional wall and be bitter, frustrated, by himself, distracting his mind, you name it. He wants to read something genuinely nice and not waste his time. He himself texts with a :) at the end of his paragraph, or a 🐶❤️ obviously. A little goes a long way, and he picks up experience bit by bit with you. He wants the strings attached kind of deal, that takes its time to fully form, establish, and settle.

F ⇥ Favorite position

Anything to show off his fantastic back arch. Do the math on which options apply. If you want a hint: It starts with P and doesn’t end with ENIS you dirty mind, but EGGING. You can drive it home like it’s his last, I swear. Xiaojun can deal with some decent girth, but it’s more about the length to reach deeper and deeper. He’s truly fearless. And good at letting go. Your view from behind? C’mon, everyone knows that some of the most beautiful landscapes are found in China. It’s nothing short of magnificent. Xiaojun moves like a champ. You’ll be shocked at how lusty he can get. The moans constant and exasperated, the waist busy busy, and his ass getting to know your hips a little more. Fancy that? Who wouldn’t. Xiaojun would break the Internet if any footage like that would see the light of day, which is exactly why you use a separate hacker-proof camera to tape him.

And, for any non-toy-involving encounters: Any position that is the most pleasant to you. I know, duh. Groundbreaking. Xiaojun’s rule of thumb: If it increases your stimulation and it’s easy to maintain, it’s a good one. If it feels weird and straining to you, or awkward, it’s a bad one. Those are the kinds of things that can’t be decided with rock, paper, scissors. You decide which is which for yourself, and he will adapt accordingly. Xiaojun’s brain works like this: He dismisses everyone else but when he loves someone, he goes like: Just do whatever darling, inspire me, twist me all around as you wish. Whipped Jun, needy Jun, that’s so sexy.

As of lately, standard cowgirl with you bending a little forward (yay to kissies) is the unbeaten favorite for the two of you. First, a lame joke reason I know, because Xiaojun is totally into the renaissance of cowboy culture. So, he likes the name and idea of it. You really took your horse to the Jun Town Road, let me hear you say howdy. Second, it gives you control. No-brainer, the pace is yours and you can roam your hands all over that good good underneath you. All-access pass, well except for the legs but you can always change directions. Reverse cowgirl is only on the menu when he’s sitting down though rather than lying flat. That way, it’s easier to hug and your heads are closer together. And, the tempo is slower, which goes easier on his dick from that more difficult angle.

Third, because he can concentrate on his stamina and breathing rather than moving around like crazy himself. Xiaojun hustles real hard dancing and singing and doing social networks and full-body variety. He might feel a bit weakened by his schedule at the end of the day. Bugs him, but you find ways to work around that. It’s not like you want to be thrown in all directions, nor does he want to do that with you either. Cowgirl is super laid-back. Fourth, the penetration is not too deep nor too shallow. He neither wants to stir you up nor keep you understimulated, so it’s a healthy middle point to get your dick appointment on his pretty lap.

Fifth, every time you sink down on him, your clit makes brushing contact with his pubes. Guess why he keeps it bare and waxed right there. All those fake ass ball shaving ads can eat their heart out, Xiaojun did it before it was cool. No stubble, no straw effect (leave it to the cowboy barn), and enough place for extra lube. Sixth, Jun has that big ole biceps, it doesn’t just exist to look nice and sexy. He can always help you out. No worries running out of leg strength. He’ll make sure you can still walk anyway. Actually, float on air. When he slips out and you wind down smooching, you’re like wow… I’m thoroughly relaxed. Sex is supposed to feel good afterward, not hurt you. Xiaojun abides by that and has your back, and cooks you a tasty noodle soup after making you cum. Sounds like good fun? It is. All while you can look at that unreal face.

G⇥ Goofy

Very much so. He’s funny, reacts to praise by melting and doing a little dance. Ultra adorable. You often feel like he compares quite uncannily to a rabbit. He picked it up from Bella, and it’s weishenculture to be upbeat and clown around. He plays with her so much, it’s so lighthearted, cutest dog dad ever. On the other hand, goofing it up with the kinkiness like the spirit of Taemin and Baekhyun entered his body? Not so much. Xiaojun can be quite measured and ambiverted, level-headed about sex, while at the same time being more emotional than rational.

So, he’s pretty much both. Silly and anticipating. He’s intriguing to say the very least, a personality onion. But mostly, he’s simply itching for a good embrace. He often throws himself into yours out of seemingly nowhere. And he swoons a lot over you, which he reserves for his favorite people only. Mid-sex, it’s either serious or a random joke out of nowhere. He’s bratty enough to earn your reprimands („Xiaojun. Stop acting like a stripper.“), but he also got some major tunnel vision when it comes down to it. Yeah I know, another vision pun snuck in there.

H ⇥ Hair

Groomed, snipped, razored, cropped, buzzed, shortened, clipped, waxed, trimmed, plucked, lasered and conditioned. He takes care of himself. Your boyfriend smells very, very, very good, like raspberry lotion. There’s a pragmatic reason why Xiaojun is such a depilation enthusiast and goes the extra mile is not just for aesthetic reasons. Yeah, he doesn’t like his happy trail. He walks up at the dermatologist to get rid of that. But it also means less effort for post-coital cleaning sessions. He needs his kitchen counter smooth to cook you dinner. You know what I mean, man. Wiping a flat surface is easier when you’ve been creaming all over him, okay.

As much as the look of his super-trimmed pubes is sexy, and keeping it longer is more hygienic — no cuts, burns, ingrowns, irritant shaving balms and whatnot — Jun can’t stand the friction. Even with a lot of lubricant, the stubble would clearly scratch and hurt you. So, that’s off the list. Begone, hair. Same with pits and hairy toes. Taemin Jesus Lord and Savior lend us strength, why does humankind still have that. A quick dry shave can handle those when he’s in a hurry. To your house, what else. His eyebrows stay untouched. They’re fucking great. Best in the world. If I were you, I would paint them and put it in a museum. Thank heavens they’re out there for the world to see because this beauty needs to be displayed.

His actual head’s hairstyle is frequently varied, he’s trying things out. Xiaojun posts selfies asking what you prefer. This, or this, maybe this? He wants to get acknowledged by you and gather opinions. You think that dark brunette tips with dark roots is the best, he pulls it off. Straight or curled, you think both is attractive. It’s the hair dye that matters. In your eyes, too much bleaching and fancy crayon color isn’t his kinda thing. It also destroys the silkiness of his hair, you don’t want him to damage his scalp that way, plus it makes it look like you’re dating a different person. Which is way too strange even if it’s clearly Xiaojun, he fixes his bangs the same way, the way he talks. His signature debut look, you’re rooting for it.

Super white hair ain’t bad on him, sure. But you’ll leave that to old age. Gotta enjoy your black hair while you still have it. Xiaojun takes the advice and is flattered by the thought of you „still liking him as a crinkly old Chinese uncle sitting on the WayV dorm porch with his back problems“ as he puts it. „Handsome crinkly old uncle“, you correct him. Though, he might indeed get back problems from that amount of riding and rug burn. Rest in pieces, Dejun spine. The pros of aging on the other hand? Xiaojun’s cheeky boner will finally be back to normal. Though, he says you’ll still be a hot old auntie, so.

I ⇥ Intimacy

…comes with fewer words and very unambiguous movements. He’s better at telling you how he feels by moaning and dramatic groaning all over the place, and he keeps his talk to a minimum on some days because he’s in such a groovy indulgent mood. Granted, Xiaojun can talk that talk and shower you with compliments as much as you shower him. Regardless, it’s often just a string of „yes“ and „more…“, „here“, and „oh please, oh please“. It’s charming, and it’s hot. You can’t ask for more. He’s keeping it simple, and he’s a master at whispering the good stuff in your ear to keep you on your toes: „Oh shit that feels the best, please do it again“ being one of his gems.

As a submissive who tends to be more delicate, Xiaojun doesn’t like being degraded verbally — physically humiliated yes, but not degraded by talking, big difference — so your dirty talk needs to be a little softened up. For comparison. The likes of Lee ‚Super-Sub‘ Taeyong, Yuta ‚A+ Ahegao‘ Nakamoto and Jung ‚Closet Freak‘ Jaehyun are fine with having their hair pulled all night long, and getting called a stupid slut at maximum shouting volume. Yuta’s just gonna say, is that everything? Are you sure? Don’t you have something wilder in stock? Xiaojun on the other hand likes his hair pulled (heh), but can go without being yelled at. A quick instruction — „bend over, spread your legs!“ — or some rules to abide by are enough for him to submit well.

Another thing. Intimacy is also about understanding to him, right. He took his time to figure out your love language to a T, which is so cute, and vital, and always helpful to avoid misunderstandings. This man, and I know it’s rare these days, still got some logic in his head. Sure thing, he’s pretty enough to play pretend being your guy bimbo if it comes down to it. Hanging onto your every word, enjoying how you’re dolling him up with sexy makeup. He wears it well. But at the end of the day, he takes these things outside the bedroom super seriously. He wants to figure out how you roll and what daily life intimacy looks like in your eyes. Very attentive listener.

J ⇥ Jack Off

Ruts against the bed, or your hips. Or the inside of your thighs, all with his cozy clothing still on. Yum. His boner problem quite frequently meets its violent means and consecutive end in his palm (not his favorite, but it will do) or a particularly aggressive fleshlight you picked out for him (his actual favorite). That’s the kind of „Ok I’ll just close my eyes and stick it out“ kind of orgasm. Well, literally sticking something out. Let me tell you, he doesn’t have any problems with circulation. Ain’t nobody ever call him Xiao Limpjun. He’s a shower rather than grower, and nicely firm rather than those oddly elastic dicks which are just ew. He knows it comes with a bigger risk of breaking his dick off somehow if the angles just aren’t right, but it immensely helps with choking the junior.

Xiaojun once losing control with his sexy hands has landed him in the nasty situation of shooting his cum everywhere, which he sheepishly cleaned up without anyone ever knowing. Can you imagine a sweat-faced, half-naked mess crawling around the room to scrub furniture? That laundry basket was a walk of shame. He vowed to take precautions next time, hence he wound up using the rather practical toy he got from you. It reduced the chance of blasting all around at a serious rate, does the work for him so his wrist won’t go numb (hello, he wants to jack you off later, he needs the energy), and it’s a quick fix.

K ⇥ Kink

Although he likes his fair share of loving body worship, Xiaojun has a thing for callous and sarcastic dommes who whip, smack, and choke his entire brains out every once in a while. Like, someone to put a boot on him. He likes to take a lot. Being at someone’s complete mercy gives him all kinds of vivid dreams. You once found him on the couch sleeping with his arms perched under his hoodie to pinch his nips, and he was whispering something like „Harder. Harder, please“, and it didn’t catch you that much off guard. Whenever he does that, it’s guaranteed that he’s having one of his sadistic gf fantasies.

Talking about your own kinks. He knows you like his arms and hands a little too much. Or is there such a thing as overdoing it? You literally almost pride yourself in perving over them. Xiaojun wants to cater to that. You know, as a treat. He’ll deliberately wear either too-revealing tank tops to make your eyes fall out — he’s here to take his honey’s mind off her worries — or the opposite. Baggy sweaters to conceal the goodies. Especially on days where you have some kind of appointment or serious thing going on. He’d easily distract you otherwise, or add horniness to the stress. Also: His harness collection stays in his wardrobe unless the mood is right, he promised. It’s a tiny little cardboard box, but it’ll grow in the future.

So, you appreciate Xiaojun for adapting his dress code to current situations. When you’re invited to a friend’s garden party? He’s letting it all hang out. Crop top alert. Cleavage, Xiddies (Xiaojun’s Tiddies), half the ribcage, collar bones, neck, shoulders, everything. Or a dangerously transparent muscle shirt that just. Shows even his areolas peeking through. All to spice up any upcoming ‚several people stand in a circle and talk about needless things‘ boredom. With you present, Xiaojun knows how to show off his sexiness in public so you will feel the rabid jealousy of people, which he knows is also something you wanna bask in. Going out by himself, you guessed it: He dresses in like three, four layers, and a big hat or hood on. Sunglasses are a must: Xiaojun’s got some major Medusa eyes, my friend. Looking at them would leave strangers enamored and petrified.

L ⇥ Location

Depends on the moment, but he’s readier to branch out than most. If the surface is even enough, or can be made even, Dejun won’t discriminate. Getting off with you is priority. If it’s steel or concrete, he will use his body as a shield so you won’t need to put your shins, shoulders, butt, or hands on any cold hard surfaces. His dick is the only hard surface at your disposal, the rest can go home. Jun won’t let you kneel on gravel, streets and shit. He doesn’t roll like that. If his back is against something unflexible, he will still manage and endure, best by focusing on you. The hood of your car might be his favorite to lean down against, it’s sturdy yet smooth enough to tolerate some downward movement. The wheels being spring-loaded most definitely helps as well.

He’s balanced enough to get in on inside a little garden house, your underground garage, the dry edge of the bathtub, the shaded balcony with a mat underneath, perched behind a steering wheel, a remote picnic spot between grass, or on clean kitchen surfaces of your choosing. If Xiaojun had a yacht, you’d be making out on every little nook and cranny, the wooden floorboards under the sun, any existing pole, well maybe not the guardrail. But he’s still an expert in having sex while standing, so. You get the idea. He’s flexible. He’s stable. He’s small enough for you not having to climb up a whole tree trunk, and he can lift you up and down for extended periods of time. So, any standing spot can be turned into a juicy ride.

As for the other neos being in the vicinity: They’ll probably lift an eyebrow at him carrying out his business right in front of their salad. Think about how confused Mark is gonna be. So, Xiaojun will avoid letting over 20+ people at once know what he’s usually like moaning. WayV on the other hand doesn’t even care, they’re so used to it. You want something, water, snacks, condoms running out yet? That’s the energy. Long as things aren’t messy and destroying furniture, free pass to fuck however you want. They think it’s fun, and they’re surprisingly unbothered. They’re used to you being a horny couple, and Ten has done things in there ten times as wild hence his name, they treat it as normal and no big deal after some time. Incredible, right. As much of a tease they are, they won’t get in the way of Dejun doing his thing, and you doing yours. They like you.

M ⇥ Motivation

When the curtains close, Xiaojun is deeply romantic and extremely kissy, but his heart is also beating damn fast in your presence. He seeks relief from the burgeoning curiosity, yet remains a little caught inside his shell. Some prodding does help. „Xiaojun? You’re all stuttering again. What’s on your mind, hm?“ Adrenaline aside. When it comes down to it, bonding and healing time is what drives him the most to ask if he can drop by at yours after he’s done practicing. He’s very comfortable with you. Sharing a living space is a good solution, as is the quality time that results. Neither of you regrets that Xiaojun moved in with you.

N ⇥ No

Gazing sideways when the other person doesn’t look. Oh, no, no. Loyalty is key. His opinion is pretty set in stone here. Unlike many of his contemporaries, he doesn’t like entertaining even the faintest thought or flirt with cheating. You, in several ways of the word, are his bias, and he is yours. And we’re not talking monogamy. We’re talking the big dupe. Conning, deceit, lies. It’s okay if you both invite someone real cute for a three- or foursome, or five for the sake of the argument. He’s no prude with that, he’s not possessive. He doesn’t deny that other people are also attractive (although, statistically, 95% of individuals fade into the background standing next to your boyfriend). And Xiaojun can take two dicks up his ass, okay. That’s not the problem here. He doesn’t even stretch that wide, he’s super tight, but he can handle.

Dejun knows you have great taste in people, too. You trust each other sleeping with a third party together. If you want another WayV guy to come and join, he’d be excited. You want Yangyang? You get Yangyang, and he’ll talk German to you between French kisses. But anyway. After all: They arrive for a night, it’s all planned out with consent. You both picked these lovers with care, took them home together, you are both in the know. Dating behind each other’s backs to alleviate emptiness, restraint, or boredom however: He’d not take it well and panic, and blame it all on himself. A concealed love interest operating in the shadows would terrify him. Whether that be someone he himself entertains or someone you have a full-fledged second life with, without him having a clue.

Checking out strangers in the streets or among either of your social circle… Xiaojun just does not let his eyes roam, and he doesn’t crush on others. He just can’t. Too much infatuation with you. If you loved and had sex with someone else behind his back, he’d be in limbo and sheer despair for months, feeling like an entire failure, and disappointed in what you created together. If he found himself sneaking out in the middle of the night, when you were supposed to be fucking or in each other’s arms, the guilt would drive him to consider punishing himself in some way. Even the idea of cheating gives your boyfriend hives, alongside a weird feeling of sadness mixed with disgust. He can’t stand betrayals and unfaithful lovers and pays special mind not to suddenly becoming one himself, leading by example. To sum things up: It’s about devotion.

O ⇥ Oral

Secretly enough, food play is his kinda thing. You found out by seeing him spend minutes at the fridge thinking you didn’t look. Nothing gross though, we’re not talking spaghetti acrobatics with the tomato sauce spilling everywhere. Just regular fruit, like watermelons, that he munches deliciously. Or maybe a big white creamy cake, you can imagine how arousing it is to watch him lick the icing off a generous slice. Cheat day is sexy day. But yes. He likes the dripping juices of fruit. The feeling of his lips enclosing something, the sweetness on the tongue. What kind of literal juicy secret might he be hinting at, let us all wonder? The answer is, he’s good at giving all kinds of head. Xiaojun is very concentrated and enjoys the challenge of coordination. He makes pretty expressive faces that you haven’t seen before, too.

Your boyfriend is chill all the way, he prefers giving over receiving. Some teasing, dragged out licks can make him whine during foreplay or while he’s laid down in full-body bondage. A slow blowjob will unwind and reward him after he took your crazy toys so well without being allowed to cum. Orgasm control all the way. Gotta make his eyes roll back. But at the end of the day? He has an inner eat-pussy demon telling him to jump the gun and just ask: If he can wake you up, should you be okay doing that, with head on days he finds you tightly big spooned around to him in the mornings. Um, basically grinding all over him. And groping his ass. And even biting his ears and neck and arms. Especially biting. Which is usually the surefire sign that you’re already horny in your sleep. Xiaojun doing his daily warmup this way and counting one and one together offering his pretty pink tongue is more than welcome. His face absolutely is too gorgeous not to be between your legs, and the release is perfect to start your day.

P ⇥ Pace

Xiaojun is sure to be passionate, though most of the time, you won’t find him in raging hoe mode losing his composure. Steady riding, steady grinding. Thighs on thighs. Thighs in thighs. Forehead to forehead. In case you’re extra turned on and go buckwild, he can take it with his teeth clenching shut. If you ache to blow off steam and want him to really go at it from behind, his arms will do the work, and he can snap those hips for ya. But if you ask Xiaojun’s personal opinion: He’d prefer rhythmic, gliding strokes over slipping out every other second. That’s just stupid to him. It’s interesting because his dancing style can be very accurate. Super clean, geometric lines. Sleeping with you brings out his more sensual way of gyrating himself between your legs. Again, he leaves nothing to chance.

He’s very good at directing his thrusts rather than messing up your insides from all directions. Jun is intensely exact, and both of you direct your eyes downwards to witness every drop of wetness running down your lips from it. His hands adjust the angles via your hips. Easy business for him after the initial learning period. You always notice how Xiaojun exercises some major gym-inspired self-control, something that you on the other hand have discarded a long time ago. If you want to ravage him, you do. Pounce, he’ll be ready with his arms open and see for himself how he’ll survive the scratching. Where you mark him down, Xiaojun would be the kind of lover to lay his palm flat and hold on. If you were to describe his pacing in one word, it would be: elegant.

Q ⇥ Quickie

Hey Xiaojun you’re so fine, can we spend a little time? He’s great at quick romps and down for whatever you want. Backseat of the car with you enjoying a five-minute ride, back against the wall with your knee lifted against the side of his heavenly body, or classically in the shower when the room is warm enough. You’re keeping up strong eye contact and the speed is actually pretty tame. Neither he nor you would go at it like rabid animals right away. Kisses for warmup, hands for warmup, his sexy moaning, and the way he throws his head back, that does the rest. He knows exactly how to rub your clit for maximum pleasure, so you always allow his legendary hands to multitask.

R ⇥ Risk

Will risk it all for his noona kink. Who are we kidding. His Mars is in Scorpio, baby. He could steal the Declaration of Independence and nobody would notice. Xiaojun’s idea of danger is hidden behind heavy doors. Literally, drag this man’s ass to a dungeon already. Like moth to the flame, Xiaojun can’t deny he likes experiencing the thrill of a certain calculated panic. He’s okay being firmly tied down to something to the point of having to rely entirely on you. In fact, he doesn’t even consider rigging that risky. He blindly trusts you. Most probably, because he also wears blindfolds exceedingly well while we’re at it.

The only thing he’d consider too reckless is anything too advanced (say, that’s hooking up your sub to some electro-shocker device, or suspending them upside down) and banging on a piano. It’s too valuable for that, although he gets why that would be sexy. He can play for you as the literal fore-play.

S ⇥ Stamina

Even after everything we’ve established, come on: Xiaojun’s stamina is pretty banging. Just not very high /by his standards/ which are absurdly strict. You’re not gonna talk it out of him, he’s gotta realize himself. But don’t underestimate his self-improvement and athletic ability. Those gym hours also count into his superb Greco-Romanian physical form. Okay I’m exaggerating, but he does look like a statue, and he’s super fit.

He’s also good at creating a great transition between rounds and makes for an amazing lay when it comes to lazy sex in the middle of the night. In one phrase, Xiaojun is the expert of the intermezzo. Which is very underestimated. If you don’t know what to do in breaks and transitions, you will have a lackluster experience. Xiaojun is big-brained enough to know those essentials. Let me put it like this: You don’t walk out of that bedroom having to lie to yourself.

One of his biggest pros is that Xiaojun does not get sexually bored. Why? Because he knows how to enjoy making love. It’s not about going from one position to the other in record time, or pounding the living hell out of you in twenty seconds. He’s extremely, and I’ll emphasize it again, extremely deliberate. He has a lot of zen going and that’s good for him. And: Good for you. Nobody is as fixated on getting you off consciously as Xiaojun. He also doesn’t lose appetite for some delicious making out and doesn’t demand to go more and more and even more extreme as time passes. He might dream about improving his third-round skills a little too much, but other than that, he’s down to earth about his wishes. You really like that your boyfriend stays grounded, or doesn’t pretend he’s Ten on a Friday night. Kun would be proud.

T ⇥ Toy

Xiaojun’s showing his inner geekin’ weirdo when costumes are involved, but this is about toys, not roleplay. He needs something way up his ass. As we know, he has an ass to talk about, not the absolute jiggliest, but it’s there. He’s down with the feeling and you’re convinced that his prostate must be like overactive or something. The doc says he’s fine, so the only answer is called nicely-shaped silicone toys.

The very spot needs constant heavy-duty stimulation. Xiaojun can’t help his peach fixation and dicks himself down with lord knows which vibrator when you’re not around, but hey: Nobody clean as him. Knowing how to prepare is his specialty. He comes to rub and tease his ass on your lap whenever he senses that you’re in the mood for something. Xiaojun, quit twerking. Just pull your pants down.

One time you decided that the tables were turned, and you made him give it to you doggy style with a fuckton of lube, hands clinging on the sides of your ass. Since Jun is not working with a massive tool, you can imagine how well he slipped in. The stimulation was pretty sweet and perky, it surprised you. Xiaojun on the other hand, he did not come very far. Literally. He came. In one and a half minutes. You think his brain must have imploded and he lost it. You know that feeling when you’re loving something but it’s too much? He had it.

U ⇥ Unfair

Nope. Xiaojun, ever the trickster you think, is damn fair with his lover. He pays a lot of attention for things to be equal. If you want unfair choose Ten, or if you look for a lunatic sub, the crazy motherfucker Yangyang. Xiaojun on the other hand has a surprising code to go by. A favor he will return, a teasing he will follow up with the real deal, and if there’s a way to masturbate you when he’s already finished, he will never hesitate.

V ⇥ Volume

Aside from the fact that he’s vocal in several languages at once? In typical fashion, Xiaojun has even more tricks up his sleeve just because. But more on that in just a second. We need to talk about how he expresses himself first. Definite big yes. You love listening to him. Call it Love Talk, honey. He’s the type you wanna record on your phone so you can listen to it again way later. Technology’s useful in kind of immortalizing him, actually. One language is already hot enough, and he just comes at you being this sexy polyglot? Now that’s a turn-on. Cantonese, Mandarin, Korean, English. Let that sink in. He can set any mood he wants.

When we’re talking date night noises: Gives you the whole range like he’s Mariah. Silent and breathy, faint and whimpering, loud and in pain, opera singing… I’m just kidding. It really is just all about going with the flow. Xiaojun isn’t really cookie-cutter in bed, it’d be hard to generalize how he sounds, with a vocal skill like that anyways. As for you, he has an inexplicable schtick for someone who can be stern and silent. A stoic top, if you will. He doesn’t need you producing a whole novel or talking like there’s some kind of script. Xiaojun got eyes to read your body language, and the rest of his senses to know everything else. He’s audible enough — and on pitch, of course — to fill the room himself. His moans are like therapy. He’s very easy on the ear.

But the loud and painful one, we need to get back to this, though. I’m gonna hit you with a psychology trick. Know a man’s playlist and you know who he wants as a partner. Know a lady’s, and you know who she wants to be. The fact that Xiaojun loves none other than Red Velvet tells you everything. Like listen. He believes in femdom supremacy, heavily armed supernatural girlfriends going psycho, strong female character fight mode, bad boy slander, bfs under control, toxicity, weirdness, obsession, witches, unhinged sorority violence, spooky girls kicking and beating up men, shooting them, axe murdering them, deceiving and trapping them, or maybe torturing those petty boys if they’re merciful enough. You name it.

Show me one major Red Velvet music video where guys are treated and sang about nicely. Last time I checked, they went Robin Hood on some pizza delivery dudes while running their coven. Your guy Xiaojun is literally vibing and dancing to this for fun. Ask yourself what it means. I guess… you don’t really have to bring out a vile, predatory, and murderous side of yours and acquire a real body count. It doesn’t need a whole femme fatale makeover. I don’t think you need a whole crossbow either (perhaps a riding crop instead, scaling down a little). But maybe he likes to be handled a little roughly, or, say… some expertlyly done knife play makes him scream out loud. Just saying. He likes Red Velvet. Something is up with that.

W ⇥ Wild Card

You found out that the kinky side of Xiaojun is a dog on a leash kinda submissive. In a world of catboys, he is the puppy. Don’t get me wrong. You can never have enough kitties. Taeyong and Ten are legally permitted to wear as many cat ears and say as many meows as they want to. But Xiaojun is taking sides. You think he’s into weirder ways of dressing up, like this man walked up in a skintight slutty Venom costume once and stuck out his booty. And you went like, are you a certified monster fucker, do I need to grow some big throbbing tentacles after consuming a magic potion?

But he’s surprisingly different behind closed doors. He’ll crawl on his knees or caress his cheek against yours. Sometimes, he likes to stick his tongue out in weird ways, not even noticing it until you take a picture. So, that’s pretty cute. Xiaojun is a preppy kind of boyfriend in terms of fashion anyway. Lately, you buy him presents that all have to do with either personal care or clothing items. Xiaojun getting all pampered with gifts like perfume and satin chokers and delicate chain necklaces, you can imagine that he’s gonna wear this weekly, if not more often. So, a leash is not the only way to adorn him.

X ⇥ X-Ray

As nice underneath his clothing as what you can see clothed. After all, Prince Xiaojun is pretty all over. This is no exception. He doesn’t sparkle, but it’s close. His dick is perfectly small-to-moderate and compact, straight throughout and only slightly bendable, but otherwise flexible at the very base. So that’s interesting. No major veins to be seen. The tip is rather flat but fleshed-out like a rosebud, and hell yeah, he’s properly cut. Like completely. Which is very nice and feels twice the heaven. The entire shaft has a nice symmetrical texture that’s part vertically structured, part fine and smooth, the skin isn’t extremely thick. If it couldn’t get any better, his balls are nice and rounded, being all snug next to another. You get what I mean, rather than oval and strung together by excess skin. In other words: Very plump and full. Something you appreciate.

Beside the ass pics and selfies, they constitute the bulk of pictures you have of him on your phone because frankly, you’re obsessed. Covered in your cum, his cum, fake cum, clear lube, his spit, your spit, the fabric of his tee, or nothing at all fresh out of a warm shower, which means they’re kinda swollen. Makes it even better. Gotcha. You’re one picture away from putting that into your damn wallet. You love sitting down on them, you love feeling them, you like to squeeze and pinch and bite your heart out. Needless to say, Xiaojun is shy about that, and of course sensitive, but he got used to you being extremely zealous. You haven’t exactly had a passion for balls before meeting him, and you doubt someone else could be this appealing. But Xiaojun’s equipment seriously changed your mind. He simply doesn’t compare.

Y ⇥ Yearning

You mean, in today’s perfectly elegant terms, simping. Your soft-spoken, slightly extra honey deer Xiaojun has perfected the please-please begging pupper eyes, but will only use it on things you gladly like to give to him. Such as a little squeeze to the bum. Or a firmer one, on hornier days. Grab it like it’s pizza dough, you only live once. Booty aside, he really misses you a lot when you can’t be together for some work-related reasons, damn you capitalism reason number 507,063.

If your job has you traveling somewhere for two weeks, Xiaojun is pretty preoccupied during the daytime, but it’s still unusual. His bedroom eyes have nowhere to go, what to do? At night, the full realization hits and he’s miserable slouching in your sheets. And mighty cranky that he feels this way. He takes those things out on writing something, but it never satisfies. He needs company, you to giggle with. He can depend on himself, and he has friends, but it doesn’t cut.

Although he has a routine — he can game, he can work out, he can dance, he can eat — Xiaojun really falls into a rut being by himself. He might call up Ten and get sound advice because Chittaphon is a wise man, but a few phrases still can’t substitute for your presence and cuddles, nor your tone. Which is why you leave him voice messages pretty often. He really is obsessed with the way you speak, by the way. Xiaojun’s hanging on your lips.

Z ⇥ ZZZZ

Sleeps like a very exhausted angel. Xiaojun needs his green tea before sleeping, it’s his habit. Is very silent, turns often, and frequently has his eyes deceptively open but he’s not awake. Takes deep breaths and sleeps in lots.

[★ read the alphabet on ao3]

++ FINAL NOTE - hope you enjoyed, i wanted to go wild & create a more lengthy and in-depth version of his classic format. makes me want to write more about nct, this group got so many subby gems in it. i’ve written stuff with ten sporadically but it’s my first time publishing something so long about wayv so excuse any mistakes ✊

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