#not attacking millie just pointing out that it was very strange and weird of her to say that luhmow

[nyxi-pixie]

its so weird how Every time queer people are like "hey representation is cool and we would like to have it/can see that it is being written here", People respond with "oh theres no need for labels though🤩🤩!! sexuality is fluid!!"

like. ppl who dont like or use labels bc they find them restricting or cant find a good fit or whatever U guys cool as shit and good for u

but like. the majority of queer people Do use labels so why tf do (STRAIGHT.) people try to imply that ambiguous coded rep is actually better than having it be directly stated🤨🤨🤨

[vixxscifiwritings]

your sins in weight of diamonds (1/4)

Title - Your sins in weights of diamonds

Word Count - 12,000+

Rating - 13+

Warnings - Violence, Implications of sex, Minor foul language

Characters - Jaehwan, Gender Neutral Reader, VIXX Ensemble + Sejeong (Gugudan)

Pairings - Jaehwan x Reader, ninja!Hakyeon x Reader

Author’s Note - Written for the Wind Of Starlight Spring 2018 challenge

Summary - Nothing will stop you from relentlessly pursuing the famous thief Night Fox. However, when the Night Fox threatens to steal the mafia’s most prized possession, you get pulled into a dangerous game.

Find all parts here

Part 1

It’s raining again. It’s the type of night where you pour out old whiskey from the decanter hidden away in your suit jacket, push the car seat back and let the blue jazz music play on the radio. You breathe in the lingering scent of cigarette in the air, as the flashing neon signs interfere with your vision.

The Red Light district is exactly the kind of place your father warned you to stay away when you were little. But your job drags you back into the dark underbelly of the city as often as it can. You’ve gotten used to this. Night filled with Chinese takeout boxes, heater on full, steam rising from your nose and your breathe rolls out hot and alcohol carefully concealed in a thermos labelled coffee. Drinking on the job isn’t exactly allowed.

You wouldn’t swap it in for a nine to five desk job on any day of the world. Yet on some nights, the lack of activity leaves you bored.

It’s quiet. Too quiet.

You’re not here to stir up trouble though. You’re just looking for a man. If only you were just a doe eyed lass looking for love, but no. You are a copper, as they call it, looking for the man you believe responsible for stealing 100 million dollar worth of diamonds.

The Night Fox.

Your lips thin in anger. The ever elusive Night Fox, almost revered by everyone in the organised crime sector for his skill and cunning. He had evaded capture six times already and had made off with almost 3 billion worth of gold and jewels.

It was a stroke of luck that the department had found a lead to a suspected identity. But the man behind it was a ghost. Or perhaps had never existed.

‘The Night Fox’

The name sounds so rhythmic, you think saying it out loud. Would saying it three times in front of a mirror on midnight at Hallow’s Eve make him appear? At this point you might as well try it.

“You back again here doll?” A woman asks, leaning against the open window. Her voice is sulty, skirt short and her neckline plunging deep enough to give Mamma a heart attack on first glance.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree Yeonhee” you say, smiling back at her.

“I only made an offer of companionship, doll. You seem so lonely out here, in the dark of the night…” Yeonhee trails off, running a finger up and down your shoulder.

“Why are you here? Trying to break your cover Hakyeon?” you ask, not really in the mood for games tonight. Hakyeon knows all the cops on stakeout duty. He makes sure to ask for lists so that he never runs into them or can distract others who start to get suspicious. So him approaching you like this is unusual. Unless someone has noticed your routine.

“Do play along kid, I have a tip that you could find useful” he says, cupping her face gently. If this is the routine he uses, you can only wonder how desperate other men must be to fall for it.

“The word on the street is that two nights from now, the Panthers and the Serpents are meeting up at Glen Milli’s to negotiate some kind of deal” he said, caressing your cheek. “Seems to be a big deal to the underground mafiosos. Everyone looks positively tense about it.”

“I’m not on the Panther’s case. You need to go look for Wonshik” you said, raising an eyebrow as Hakyeon fiddled with the top button of your shirt.

“He’s chasing a lead” Hakyeon tells you. “And there are rumours of the Night Fox being involved. I thought you would be interested.”

Hakyeon laughs at how you sit up straight on the mention of the Night Fox.

“Relax doll. We still have two nights, how about we make the most of it?” he asks, tipping your face upwards by your chin so that he can look into your eyes directly while propositioning you.

“I’m in no mood for ‘companionship’ tonight. But I will take you up on an offer of a good scotch” you say. You’ve noticed a man leering at Hakyeon… at Yeonhee. It would be weird if you were just to let him go after what seems to be an obvious foreplay to the outside world. So you offer up a ride to a bar three districts below.

“Always a knight in shining armour” he says, amused at your antics. He gets into your car with practiced ease and the two of you take off.

A question lingers in the back of your mind, hours after the conversation, distracting you as Hakyeon puts his hands on your waist and kisses your neck.

What would the Serpents want with the Night Fox?

-x-

“All units in position” you hear, the mic in your ear crackling to life with static. Hakyeon is behind the bar, serving drinks. As Hakyeon and not Yeonhee this time. Wonshik is working in the kitchens as part of his undercover identity.

You are stationed as a server along with Sanghyuk as a bouncer to the VIP room. You wonder why Hakyeon is not in your position, being the expert at undercover ops. But you wouldn’t like to be mixing drinks that you couldn’t drink yourself, so you do not complain about the oddity.

The shadows stretch long, the city shutting down but the night beginning for the Red Light district. It’s a long wait till the meeting begins. The VIP room has been reserved the entire night and the guests should be here anytime.

“That’s a new singer” Sanghyuk notes, looking to the man on the stage. The man on the stage croons a few bars of the audience’s favourite song and he receives appreciative looks. Your eyebrows furrow because you do not recognize this man. You’ve never seen him before. And you would remember him, because that combination of blonde hair and sharp jawline is distinctive.

“Anyone we need to worry about?” You ask into your microphone, as you carry over a tray of drinks to table number 5.

“The new kid is an upcoming singer from downtown. Not on my watch list as far as I know” Hakyeon responds. You discretely sneak a glance to the bar where he is mixing drinks.

“The name’s Lee Jaehwan and his residence checks out” Sejeong replies over the comm.

“Why are you so suspicious of him?” Hakyeon asks. “Or are we mistaking the purpose of your attention?”

“Don’t be silly” You reply sourly. Sanghyuk holds back a grin and you kick him for good measure when you pass by him. “I wasn’t expecting him. That’s all”

“You’ll have to save it for another time. I have visuals on the Panthers crew” Sejeong replied. All four of you were on high alert now.

“What do you see?” Hakyeon asked, pouring vodka into a cocktail mixer.

“Fucking shit. It’s the big boss. Jung Taekwoon” Sejeong said. “Fuck fuck fuck. We have orders not to arrest the higher ups. We have to pull the plug on this right now.”

Wonshik’s curses are heard over the comm and you instantly know that he has probably cut himself with a large kitchen knife.

“What’s he doing here?” Wonshik asks. His words are muffled and unclear because he must be sucking the blood on his finger out. But the tone of surprise is not strange to the team.

“Must be a big deal if the leaders themselves are here. We make no arrests but we need to gather intel from this meeting” Hakyeon says, thinking quick.

“I can see him entering. I’m on it” You say, before turning your mic volume down to the very low. You put down the food on your tray on a lone drunk man’s table. He’s probably too drunk to care but that’s not high up on your list of cares and concerns. As you leave, he attempts to grab your ass. The lewd proposition on his mind, never makes it past his lips for you twist his hand and turn it the wrong way causing him to whimper in pain.

You turn sharply when you hear someone chuckle.

“He’s not troubling you I hope?” the man asks. Blonde cheeks, sharp jaws and smooth voice.

“No sir” You answer. Lee Jaehwan is handsome up close. And evidently chivalrous.

“This way Jaehwan” another old man says. The way he places his hand on Jaehwan’s waist suggests intimacy but you don’t say anything. Your focus tonight is Jung Taekwoon, not the golden songbird of Glen Milli’s.

Jung Taekwoon is the epitome of Cuban cigars and bullets combination. The enigmatic mob boss of the Panthers crew that runs the districts north of the Red Light. You’d be hard pressed to find any evidence to pin on him directly. If there is anything that the Panthers are good at, it is hiding a dead body.

But if the leader of the Panthers is here then it is not far fetched to assume that someone higher up in the Serpents are meeting him. Just getting names to match the faces would be a jackpot for the team. You can see Sanghyuk analysing the faces of anyone who enters the room and you know that Sejeon is furiously making calls and bringing up files and info on anyone Sanghyuk can recognize.

You share a look with Hakyeon when you see the old man lead songbird inside. His eyebrows furrow in tension and you pull out your notepad and pen, wishing it was a gun instead. You head in, Sanghyuk making a point to look ahead and not draw unnecessary attention to you.

The conversation stops the moment you walk in and everyone turns to look at you.

“Gentlemen, may I take your order?” you ask with a practiced service smile.

“Who are you? Where is Hana?” the old man from earlier asks.

“Hana has the night off. I’m covering her shift” You reply. Hana is the waitress who usually works Fridays. You know her well since she is a friend of Sejeong and a police informant. Hence the easy swap between roles.

“So what can I get you guys? We have lamb burgers as a special tonight. We also have minestrone soup and mushroom ravioli as new entries to the menu tonight” you say. The old man frowns angrily and is about to say something when songbird… no, Jaehwan, puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Beef and cheese burgers. With fries on the side and generous amounts of ketchup” Jaehwan orders. The authority in his tone throws you off as you note the orders. The men echo that they will have the same, not wanting to put in too much effort into thinking about it. A round of Glen’s good cigars and his best whiskey are added to the list. You nod, looking round to make sure you haven’t missed anyone before reciting the orders back.

As you leave the room, you can see Jaehwan looking at you and try not to act too bothered by it.

“I need two bottles of the best whiskey you have” you say, delivering the order for drinks to Hakyeon. “And a shot of vodka neat for my nerves and everything Sejeong can bring up on Lee Jaehwan.”

“Sejeong is already on it. So far his profile in squeaky clean” Hakyeon tells you, as he pours out a glass of water for you instead. You glare at him but drink it all the same. There’s a tell tale sign of thunder outside. It’ll probably rain again tonight.

You take the whiskey and soda and make your way to the VIP room. Jaehwan pays no attention to you, leaning over to whisper to the old man from earlier. You quickly place the glasses and pour out two fingers of whiskey for everyone. Jaehwan spares you a glance when you leave and you can feel his eyes on your back for much after.

“No evidence of anything suspicious” Sejeong said. “But it's too damn clean for a profile. No parking tickets either.”

“It's a cover. He's definitely significant to the Serpents” you tell her over the ear piece. “And I think that he is getting suspicious of me. I am taking the earpiece off.”

“Don't. That's our only link to you and it's dangerous to walk in without someone covering your back” Hakyeon says sharply.

“Sanghyuk is right outside. He's covering the only exit. I'll scream if I need help. It would fit right in with the part of terrified waiter” You explain before pulling the ear bud. You don't switch it off before putting it inside your jacket’s pocket. That should keep the team happy.

Wonshik walks out of the kitchen with a scowl on his face and his earpiece out as well. He pushes the tray of food with his poker face set and you follow him. Wonshik serves the right side of the table while you cover the left.

“Thank you” a soft voice says as you place the steak in front of Jung Taekwoon. The softness startles you and you just nod in response. Taekwoon nods and doesn't pay you any more attention, looking at Wonshik instead who just passes by you.

“We'll take another bottle of whiskey” one of the bodyguards tells you.

“Right away sir” you say, leaving the room. Sanghyuk raises an eyebrow at you and Hakyeon looks over as you walk to him.

“Another bottle of whiskey for the VIP room” you tell him.

“They're wasting time. Anything important would be done by now” Hakyeon says, pouring out a shot of vodka and lime soda for You.

“Taking any drastic measures will alert them to who we really are” You say, drinking the shot down in one go.

“Team meeting once we're all off our shifts. We need to discuss what's happened tonight” Hakyeon orders. You nod and go back to the room with the bottle.

The night passes without an incident or further discussions. Sejeong transcribes everything the bugged room picked up. Wonshik is the first to get off his shift, joining Sejeong in the van to help her. Hakyeon and Sanghyuk go next, making a round of the block to check for any tails.

You stay back, cleaning the counter top at the bar. Your earpiece is back on in case of emergencies. Lee Jaehwan is here as well. He stands by the grand piano set on the stage, fiddling with the keys as he talks to the the manager. Probably discussing his next performance. Though why someone who looks to be significant in the Serpents gang would have to work is beyond you.

Maybe you are reading it wrong. Maybe it's the old man who is significant and Jaehwan is just his arm candy. Maybe they humour him since he seems to be the only one who ever orders decisively, taking the awkward responsibility off their shoulders.

But Songbird is interesting. The way he tilts to his side, deep in thought and runs his finger down his jawline…

He yawns and you yawn and you freeze when he smirks at you. You weren't supposed to be staring. The vodka from two hours ago seems to be finally kicking in. Maybe you should have left this job to Hakyeon who was originally placed here.

You busy yourself in wiping the extra clean counter. Maybe you'll be the first to wear actual holes in the granite using felt cloth.

“I don't think scrubbing extra hard will get rid of imaginary dirt” Jaehwan says playfully, sitting opposite to you. The plus point of the granite top is that you see his reflection before he sits down and it gives you a split second to compose yourself.

“Can never be too clean” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

“Can't get more squeaky clean than a copper, can you?” Jaehwan asks, placing his head on his elbow. His eyes are cold and calculating, unlike his easy posture. His free hand reaches to pull out the concealed earpiece and he regards it with the rise of an eyebrow before turning it off.

“Did you really think we wouldn't notice?” he asks, returning the earpiece to You.

“If you knew we were present, why didn't you just leave?” You ask him. You should have kept a recording device on you, damn it.

“Silly little copper. Have you ever considered that we wanted your friends to overhear?” Jaehwan said.

“Who are you?” You ask, getting straight to the point. You won't get this chance to be face to face with him again.

“Just a simple errand boy. No one who should concern you. But you concern the Serpents” he told her.

“We haven't done anything wrong. You implied that you practically invited us to the meeting. We only needed to be sitting at the table” You said.

“You're looking for the Night Fox. The Serpents and the Panthers are too” Jaehwan tells you, folding his fingers.

“Why?” You ask. Any information you can get is good at this point.

“The Night Fox has crossed some powerful people and gotten the others…. concerned” Jaehwan said.

“And you'd like us to find him for you” You say.

“Yes” Jaehwan agrees, pushing his chair back and testing how he can tilt it.

“The Night Fox is a criminal and will be dealt with accordingly” You say, not promising anything.

“On the streets, the mafia are the judge jury and executioner.”

-x-

Next

[myaekingheart]

Last night, I dreamed I was twelve all over again and was sitting with this group of girls at what I can assume must have been the second story of a mall or something. I remember being on the second story with my back facing the railing and the view to down below. We were all sitting cross-legged on the floor, I forget what we were talking about, but at one point I excused myself to go to the bathroom and suddenly found myself back at my parent's house. I edged my way into their bathroom to borrow their scale (since I don't have one in my own house) but they had bought a new one apparently that was very high-tech and hard to figure out. There was an indicator as to where to place your feet and all these random buttons on the front facing side that I had no idea what they did. I had to fiddle with them a bit just to turn the damn thing on. When I finally got it working, I stood where it told me to so I could weigh myself but the scale started acting up and feeding me all different numbers from 133lbs to 88lbs. I remember panicking and trying to figure out which was the right fucking number, even though deep down I already knew, but before I could finish my little panic attack, the bathroom door swung open and Millie Bobby Brown reached inside and snatched my arm, trying to pull me out of the room and back outside. I fought against her, trying to get her off of me so I could finish what I was doing, freaking out now not only about my weight but about her trying to drag me out of there. It was all very strange but, unfortunately, I know why it was a thing. Before bed last night, I was hiding under the covers on an ED research binge again, taking screening tests and scrutinizing my body in all these pictures I had taken of myself yesterday. My biggest concern is my legs. They're so fucking skinny, like twigs, especially in pictures and I mean, they look to fine to me when I look in the mirror or look down at them directly but that doesn't mean shit because the perspective is skewed. I haven't weighed myself in months and honestly? I'm terrified to. I know I haven't been eating nearly as well as I should be and I know it's having some adverse effects on my appearance that I am not pleased with whatsoever. A part of me kind of wants to just fucking run to the grocery store and hop on the scale they have by the enter/exit doors and just fucking look at the number already but at the same time, I'm so fucking scared. I'm terrified because I know there's a good chance I'm not going to like the number staring back at me. I know I shouldn't worry so much about it and that I should just listen to my body, eat when I'm hungry, whatever, but it's not that easy. It's never been that easy. I don't know, man, eating disorders suck and it's even worse when they start to infiltrate your dreams. Makes everything that much worse because when it starts to invade your subconscious, then those thoughts are all truly inescapable.

The next dream was that my parents had bought a new house and I was over visiting. Somehow my mom was pregnant again and she had invited people over for a dinner party. The doorbell rang and two couples entered, one that looked like the Larabys on Last Man Standing and another older couple that looked like someone's grandparents, like maybe the grandparents of these two girls I was friends with as a kid. The Laraby lookalikes didn't do much other than that they were there but the grandparent-esque couple caused quite an uproar when they revealed a large cardboard box that had all the parts for a TARDIS crib inside. It was one of those canopy cribs and was honestly really cool the more I think about it. My dad, however, was the most excited for this. He started freaking out super psyched, which is weird because he doesn't even watch Doctor Who. But he basically thought it was the coolest fucking thing and he was hardcore fangirling over it. I, on the other hand, apparently could've cared less. Yeah, it was cool, but I wasn't over here losing my shit like my dad was. This all apparently really pissed my mom off, who pulled me back into the foyer to get on my case about why I was in such a sour mood. I think she even, at one point, accused me of being incapable of feeling happiness??? Like okay, mom, I get it, this is not new information. She was just busting my ass about it, making me feel like shit for not being super duper excited about this random ass new baby on the way and shit. Which is interesting because my mom always wanted another baby but she never got one, and for a while I was kind of disappointed because I really wanted a younger brother or sister, and then later on I wished I had something to pawn her overprotectiveness and clingyness onto but deep down, at the same time, let's face it: I'm selfish and I wouldn't have liked everyone ignoring me for the sake of some new kid who is oh so special and deserves the world. Especially now at the age I'm at, I don't think it's necessarily appropriate for my parents to have another kid when their first one is already in college and going to starting a family of her own in a couple years (probably). Not that any of this is a real life concern, truthfully. My mom is middle-aged and if she can even get pregnant anymore, it'd be insanely high risk anyways. I think she's just come to accept the fact that her time of having kids is over and that she's just gotta wait it out a few years and then project all of her desperation for another baby onto her future grandchildren, and onto the children of her nieces and nephews in the meantime. My parents have far too many other things to worry about nowadays anyways and I think, as much as they'd hate to admit it, a part of them kind of enjoys (or is learning to enjoy, at least) being empty-nesters. They can go wherever they want and do whatever they want, they're not bogged down with dragging me places I don't want to go anymore or driving me to class or working their schedules around me on top of their work schedules and shit. They're free (at least physically) of the implications that come with living with me and I think they probably like that. I don't know, if I got to stop living with me I'd probably be pretty relieved, too. Not that they don't miss me because holy fuck, do they ever, but I know that they also know this is what's best and that it was time for me to leave and I think they've come to accept that and are growing to like being their own people again. Granted, with that said, if my mom ever did call or text me someday to say by some weird miracle that she was having another baby, let's just say I'd evaporate and cease to exist out of pure shock.