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Room's on Fire: Girl on Fire

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: Everyone is together, everything is complete.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

WARNINGS HAVE BEEN UPDATED!!!

Extra warnings for chapter: Pregnancy, breeding kink, violent sex, domestic violence on a man, gunshots, references to murder,, death, torture, all the horrors. The end was disturbing even to me, so read with caution. If you find the end was too much, just ask me what happens and I'll tell you. not super plot important but like it was pointed out, the sex is how we see dynamic shifts. Mentions of mpreg fantesy but no mpreg will happen bc they arent actually god, just insane.

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A/N: Some pov shifts. Madonna, Jonah, Rey, Santi all get POV's.

A.N2: context for song quote, Alicia wrote girl on fire after the birth of her son.

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"She's on top of the world Hottest of the hottest girls say Oh, we got our feet on the ground And we're burning it down Oh, got our head in the clouds And we're not coming down This girl is on fire" ~ Girl On Fire, Alicia Keys

“It’s okay, you’re gonna do great.” Rey assured her, sitting on a table in the dressing room despite a chair being right there. His lanky legs liked to dangle, you noticed, or sometimes perch up in high places. He reminded you of a bird sometimes, lithe and graceful and seemed to float on his feet.

“What if they don’t like me? What if something happens? What if there’s another uprising or someone wants revenge on me because of my dad-”

“The people love you, and they were going to love you even more with this announcement. Jonah’s not going to let anything happen to you, you know that.”

Your face grows warm at the mention of Jonah. He had acted distant with you since the instance of Frankie and you on the horse, and wouldn’t let you see his face when he showed up the next morning with bruises. In fact, you’d hardly seen him at all. Rey was your primary guard, and Will had talked about moving your room to one with an attached room for Reyansh so that he could stay with you at all times. It seemed everyone knew Iris and Rey were an item, or at least they understood Reyansh was not a threat. You had begged Will not to switch around rooms. The reason given was that you liked your room, but really, you were hoping that you’d be moved into a room with one of your husbands. You weren’t visited by the incubus the night they all slept in your room.

Still, Jonah looked out for you. Under your dress right now was his bulletproof vest.

A knock on the door.

“Come in.” Iris called to the door, still working on your hair.

Will entered the room. “Are you ready, Madonna?”

Before you opened your mouth, Iris replied. “You could use her real name, you know.”

Will didn’t look at her, keeping his eyes on you. “Her name is irrelevant, her position is everything.” When he turns and sees Reyansh, Will frowns. “What are you doing in here?”

Iris was quick to answer his unvoiced question. “He only came in after she was dressed.”

He instructs Reyansh to ready the carriage. Once he was out, Will turned to you with a smile. “You look stunning, Madonna.” Your heart swells with love for your handsome husband, dressed in his loose white shirt. In your hair, small white flowers adored you, carefully placed and worked in by Iris’s hands. She was incredible, making your dress too. It was colorful, with a color representing all four of your husbands. Under it, a bulletproof vest. No one in delta outside of guardsmen was allowed guns, but he wanted to be safe.

“Wow…” Will whispers, taking you in. There was just the slightest swell of a bump, you wondered if it was just weight gained from eating more these few months. Will took you into his arms kissing you deeply and feeling your stomach. Iris mumbles close enough as you’re pulled away. He turns back to her only a moment. “Make sure everything is ready when we’re back, please.”

Iris sighs, “It always is, Mr. Miller.”

Jonah cocked his gun. “Same as last time, honey. Anything happens, you come with me. Those guys can handle themself. I get hurt, do not stop for me. Just run. Someone will come find you, you just keep yourself alive, got it?” His brown eyes were on you for the first time in a long time, and you relaxed. Jonah’s eyes always calm you. It’s scary, knowing you were responsible for not just you, but someone else as well. The priestess stood at the balcony to the side, your husbands flanking you. Pope to your right, Francisco to your left, Ben to his left and Will to Popes right. Just as you were married.

“Men! Women! Children of Delta!” She shouts to the crown. “I present your Gods and your Madonna!” The crowd erupts into screams, and your heart fills with love for your people. “And!” A hush falls over the ground, waiting breaths quiet as they wait for the news. “I present to you, THE SAVIOR!”

The sound was deafening, a noise that shocked you and made you stumble back. To your surprise, Pope was behind you. It was a greater surprise when he rucked up your skirt.

Immediately your hands, out of instinct, go to bring the material down but his fingers quickly dig into your skin, warning you to behave. So, you stand there, humiliated, left hand gripping Francisco’s tighter. Pope loved you, he loved you and he’d never do something just to humiliate you! How stupid of you for feeling that way. This child was long prayed for, they and your body belonged to your husbands, belonged to Delta. Pope lifted your dress over the small bump,exposing your underwear to the crown. No one outside of your husband, a few house motherns and prefects had seen you in your underwear, so this was difficult…

But then Pope kissed your neck, and the worries melted away. Will, Francisco and Ben come to you, each placing a hand on your stomach as the priestess shouts, reaffirming that the savior’s parentage was of all four, that each of your husbands fathered this baby. You were called the vessel for their seed.

Then, you were placed on a tour. On a sitting carriage with all 4 of your husbands, you were paraded around to cheering people, the faces of women from your dormitory and even your room recognizable in the crowds. One woman whose bed was next to yours shot you a deadly glare as you passed by. She was mean, frequently detailing her escapades with Ben and throwing your own lack of attention in your face, but who was laughing now? Ben choose her for a short term fuck. You had a greater purpose.

When you reached the mansion again, the gates were crowded with people reaching out for you, and although there was fear as the mass of the crowd grew, there was also power. The savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned lay in your holy womb, you were the bringer of life. YOU were the divine mother.

The gunshot brought you back to reality.

“WILL!” You scream as your husband is shot backwards, stumbling into his brother’s arms who he shoved out of the way of the bullet. Jonah didn’t care about Will, however. He didn’t care about Ben falling at him brothers side under the weight. He didn’t even care about Francisco scrambling to grab at Ben in the chaos, and he certainly didn’t care about Santiago dragging Frankie away.

He cared about, sobbing in his arms desperately trying to get to your fallen love. Jonah wrapped an arm around you and pulled you away into the riotous, scampering crowd. You needed to get away from the shooter.

“NO!” You bawl loudly. Howling that he’s dying, that you need to be with him, but Jonah didn’t give a shit about that prick. He calls to Reyansh, who jumped out of the carriage the second the gun goes off. It was intentional, having Rey at the helm with him; only Rey would care enough about you out of all the guardsmen that Jonah could depend on him. Into the madness, you wouldn’t stop screaming and that rainbow dress of yours was not helping the situation.

“Rey! The tunic!” Jonah had to spin you around to disorient you enough to make you stop fighting in your hysteria, forcing your arms up while Rey slid a long, brown standard tunic over your body, making you blend into the neutral tones on the crown. Jonah clamped down over your mouth and pulled you away as the center of the shooting grew further away, Reynash covering you both. Once at the posting for a guard, Rey held you as Jonah mounted the steed and pulled you up, riding off with you.

You hadn't stopped sobbing for hours. Reyansh watched in concern, wanted so badly to comfort you lest the heaving and thrashing harm the baby or yourself. Rey loved children, he couldn’t wait for a day he could take Iris away and raise a family together, to finally be with her intimately and live a life with her.

Even if children weren’t in the picture (Iris wanted one in theory, but was hesitant to bring one into this world, understandably.) he’d cherish a life growing old with his lover. Maybe they’d some orphaned child; Iris had a soft spot for children in need. Her maternal instincts are why, despite not wanting to be friends or even really know her, Iris took care of the girl. Iris had ten years on the naive child. Continuously, she had warned him about keeping his distance, not raising suspicion that anything was happening between him and the girl, but it wasn’t his fault she was damn delightful. However, despite her obvious beauty, talents and sweet demeanor, nothing compared to Iris.

Reyansh could wax poetry about her all day long, and often did. He barely had any free time, most of the pockets of time he had, Rey liked to help Iris with her Herculean tasks, the laundry and dishes like Sisyphus and the boulder. He couldn’t take away the fact the next day would be filled with more dishes, more wall washing, more cooking, but he’d gladly sacrifice an hour of sleep so she could gain one. With him at all times, however, was his notebook and pen. As he sat at a mount or perch Rey liked to try his hand at poetry and writing.

Sometimes it was about the beauty of nature, the flowers he planted and gardens he kept, how they gave him joy during difficult times. Sometimes it was about the complex nature of family, of Iris and Jonah, Santiago and what he knew of Beatriz, which wasn’t much, the strained love and hatred between Will and Ben, or his own desire for fatherhood. Sometimes he wrote about the 5 lovers, the girl, the men who claimed to be gods, how each individual relationship strengthened them and weakened them in their own ways and how the girl changed things for better or for worse. Mostly, he just wrote about Iris, the prettiest flower he had.

He caught a glimpse of Jonah at the window, motioning him to come out. This safe house was his idea. Apparently, he and Marcus used to escape here sometimes.

Rey tries to tell you he’s stepping outside but you aren’t listening, curled up in a ball on the bed sobbing. He makes his exit.

Once outside, Jonah offers him a sip from his flask but Rey declines.

“I was going to ask how she is, but I can hear my answer.” The sound of you wailing penetrates the walls.

“How Will?”

“He’ll live, unfortunately.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.” Jonah sighs, lighting a cigarette. “Wish those fuckers would just die.”

There was a long pause, Reyansh thinking hard before saying what he was thinking. He didn’t defy or talk back to Jonah, he respected him as his superior and, for all intents and purposes, his father in law. But Jonah was flawed. “You’re the one with a gun, Jonah”

Jonah inhaled a long drag before answering in a puff of smoke. “We’ve been over this.” He walked into the safe house.

They had talked, several times. Rey wanted Iris out but he didn’t have much power and knowledge. Jonah had the gun and a hundred reasons not to. There was no way to kill all 4 because everyone was armed. The community would riot. There was no where safe to go. A failed attempted would end Iris’s life. All these may be true, Jonah did have 4 decades of guard experience… but really, Rey thought he was just a coward, and maybe he cared for Pope and/or Francisco more than he’d like to admit. He’d been with those two since infancy, helped raise them, been a father figure most of their lives… it was understandable.

When he walked into the house, it was to crying but this time, relieved. He must have told her Will would be okay. You had your arms wrapped around his neck and he held you close to him, rubbing your back.

“It’s gonna be okay, honey, everyone’s gonna be just fine.”

Ben was changing Will’s bandages when you walked in and it made you nauseous to see the blood. Jonah said the bullet went straight through, that he’d be okay he just needed to rest, but the sight was disturbing.

Will groans. “Baby, don’t want you seeing me like this.”

Benny flicks his brothers arm. “Let her be, she was worried about you.”

The older Miller grumbled, but allowed you to kneel his side. He thumbed away a tear, “Don’t cry for me, beautiful girl.”

“What happened?” You sniffle, looking between Benny and Will.

“A girl from the dorms, she took the gun off a guard and tried to shoot-”

Ben interrupted. “You, Madonna.” He looked to his brother. “Melody, your old roommate, she tried to shoot you out of jealousy, she wanted to be with me. Will pushed you aside, took the bullet.”

You blink at that. Melondy wanted to shoot you? She wanted you dead? And Will. was he even standing by you? “But… I don’t remember being pushed.”

“Oh sweet girl…” Will cood. “Do you not remember? Poor thing, it was probably so traumatic-”

“No, I remember-”

“Your brain probably blocked a lot of it out, repressed it to protect you.”

Yeah, yeah that made sense. Memory was fragile. Will winced and Ben finished cleaning him and you took his hand as a new packing kit was applied. “Thank you for saving me…” You kiss his hand, feeling the rough knuckles warm skin. “For saving our baby…”

You fell asleep beside him that night, laying on his chest. He was warm, firm, inviting and protective. Nothing mattered more than the fact your husbands and your baby were safe.

Melody was dead. After the first shot missed, she approached where the four men had gathered intent on finding you, but Ben said Pope shot her square in the forehead, that he protected you while Jonah and Reyansh took you to safety. Ben said he had stood in front of his brothers and you, fearless, brave and bold. Pope loved his people, but he loved you most of all.

When you awoke, it was lae evening and although you wanted to go back to sleep, after some tossing and turning you realized you could. Not wanting to wake Will, you check his pulse and breathing, both strong and head out of the room to see if anyone is up. You know they dont like you wandering around the mansion without protection but you weren’t a child.

After Jonah and Rey had taken you back home, you were desperate to see William, but Pope demanded your presence with Francisco, both holding you tightly and checking you over again and again, tell you how precious you were, how loved. Pope knelt in front of you, hands on your belly, kissing it. You were thankful to have such loving and protective husbands. Despite the horrors of today, you felt blessed beyond measure

You came to the kitchen first seeing a light on. Sometimes Benny liked late night snacks. Instead, you see Iris and Reyansh slow dancing in the kitchen. Iris was actually smiling. No doubt Rey was fearful of his own women’s safety being forced in the cabin with you for so long after a riot broke out right outside where she was. Silent, you step away from the cute lovers and allow them their time. Rey helped save your life today, you needed to thank him, and thank Iris for all she did for your family, you were lucky to have them both.

You try to see if Pope is awake next. When you approach his room, the grunting sounds make you stop, peaking through the slightly cracked door. Pope was on top of Francisco, fucking into his ass with his legs bent up into a press. It was a position he used on you many a time. Francisco was a puddle beneath him, his curls stuck to the sweat on his head. He looked incredible. The way Pope kissed him so deep… You couldn’t help feeling warm inside. How lucky you were that your husbands loved each other so much.

Ben was found in the gym. For a moment, you merely watch him. Shirtless in his red shorts and throwing punches at a punching bag. He probably had so much energy in him after everything today, watching his brother bleeding in his arms. She knew they didn’t always get along, Ben holding anger for Will so often and over what, you couldn’t yet discern. Maybe this tragedy would bring them back together. You admire his body, carved out and chiseled in perfect form.

You loved the bodies of all your husbands, in each and every different.

Will was largess; tall, muscular, wide everywhere. Everywhere. His body consumed you just as yours consumed him; he was like a shield, metaphorically and now literally.

Santiago was softer. A small belly that was only noticeable when he was bent over, plush though and a moon shaped ass. He was all curves, from his nose down to his calved you had massaged so ardently.

If Pope was soft, Francisco was a pillow. Heavy weight surrounded him, the broad expanse of his shoulders to the fat at his waist and you just wanted to bury your face into it, you want to bite, nibble, and worship the pudge that spilled over his pants.

Ben was lean, the tallest of them and slim hips under rippling muscles. Golden God, beholden before you and it was as if his glory radiated off him. Despite the strength he was light on his feat. He could have been a boxer in another life.

“How are you feeling?” His deep voice breaks the tranfiction of the way his body moved, stilling the punching bag.

“I’m good, just woke from a nap with Will.”

Still looking away, Ben nodded. His mood matched the storm clouds out the window. After wiping his face, Benny chugged water and then finally made his way over to you in long, quick strides. His eyes flashed with the lightning outside.

Pope fucked Frankie with a fury he couldn’t recall in years. Frankie had defined him, ignoring his orders to leave but no, he wanted to stay with Ben.

“You don’t think I wanted Ben and Will safe too?” He growled in his lovers ear.

“I know!”

“You’re more important!”

He almost lost Will, Ben, the savior, and most importantly Frankie today. The girl would pay, fuck she’d pay. He couldn’t do anything Madonna might see, she thinks she’s dead already… no, a gunshot was to quick for someone trying to harm his family, but he’d make her suffer.

His anger toward Francisco wouldn't be helped when today, when he went to make love to Frankie, he found him in Ben's arms, cumming on his hand.

Ben had you pinned against the wall, fucking into you with your legs hitched around his narrow hips. The wind outside picked up speed, displaying his anger, his frustration, his love and his lust. You let him take you, fucking into your pregnant womb with his face tucked in your neck. You felt as if you were floating, like you were the center of the world right now. The sun God orbited you. Someone had tried to take you from him, a women he used to claim as his own but she had been cast aside for a reason. In her jealousy, she though she could regain her place at his side but that was foolish. Ben would never have loved her the way he loved you, the way he loved his husbands. Will, Francisco and Pope could never love her.

She was not the Madonna.

She could never carry the savior.

She could only ever have a bastard.

“Gonna fill you up, Frank.” Pope grunted, breath hot against Francisco's cheek, mouth to mouth, lips to lips. “Gonna fill up this tight little hole of yours until you’re pregnant with my baby, you got that?”

Frank’s eyes went wide. “Santi, wha-” But he stopped when Santiago slapped him. This shocked Frankie, Santi didn’t slap him, he didn’t hurt him like that…

“Take it!” Santiago screams, tears of anger blurring his eyes. He chose Ben over him. He’d rather stay in danger with Ben than safety with him. “Your mine, under stand?!” When Frankie didn’t answer right away, Pope gripped his jaw and felt a warm tear fall down his cheek. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”

Long fingers gripping your asscheeks, digging into the sensitive skin.

Firm abs rubbing against your body.

Hips stimulating your clit.

A finger fucking into your asshole.

Everything was better than your wildest dreams. No incubus, a child on the way, friends and family. This was a life your father tried to take from you, but you were like gold that’s tested in fire.

Ben came inside when the thunder cracked, lightning still flashing and illuminating him with light. He muttered Francisco’s name.

“YES!” Francisco shouted in pain, face grimacing. “I’m yours! I’m yours Santi, fill me up! Make me-” He swallowed, tears forming at his long lashes. He gritted his teeth. “Make me p-pregnant!” Francisco was saying anything that'd make Santi stuff, just to make him cum and end this. He just wanted it over. All of it. He didn't understand why he wasn't allow to be happy, to feel safe, to have peace. Instead he had to submit to Santi's whims just like Beatriz.

Santiago tucked his face into his lovedrsneck, biting him as he came inside. Whimpering, tears streaming wildly down his face, Santiago bit into Frankie’s tender flesh: neck, then shoulder, till finally he just continuously bit into the skin on his large arm, drawing the blood and bruising the skin. It hurt like hell, Frankie's head thrashing back and forth on the pillow trying to take the pain and bare it. Santiago's tears mixed with blood as he finished cumming, thrusts slowing into a lul.

Francisco didn’t know where his body ended and Santi’s began.

He wanted Ben, to be held and protected by him. To be touched gently, with love. To be not possessed but show off so that he knew Ben was proud of him, proud of what they had, not what the fuck Santigo was doing to him. He wanted Madonna with her sweet kisses and open adoration. He wanted Will with his healing nature, tender hands on his arching, bleeding arm. He wanted anything but Santi’s touch right now.

Santiago curled behind Francisco. His hand rested on Frankie’s stomach.

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This disturbed me writing the end asdfghjkl

Madonna crying Reminds me of tww bonus chapter where little one thinks joel is dead and is just ugly sobbing

Madonna has... a lot to process today, and absolutly no therapy and no one she can be honest with about what she's witnessing.

I hope you all enjoyed... or .... something....???

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fayesdiary · 5 months

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Rhea for the "send me a character" w/ the "first impression, impression now, etc." ask game!

Cringefail pope my beloved💚

First impression

The days of 3H pre-release are long gone, but from what I remember I didn't think much of her beside her being another Mikoto archetype which I didn't have any interest in. (especially because this was back when I was still on Reddit and by extension the Fates Bad™ circlejerk)

Then I think I remember seeing a screenshot of an official tweet that went something like "fight/destroy the Church of Seiros in Fire Emblem Three Houses" (nevermind it happens in only one of the four routes and the most villainous one at that) so I was something like "welp. guess she's the villain of another Evil Religion™, whatever."

Impression now

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She's my favorite Fodlan character, something I never saw coming.

While I have my issues with how she's treated as a character (mainly being relegated to the red herring for Edelgard in Part 1 and the late Nabatean infodump only to then die in Part 2. You know, when she's not completely absent or treated as the scapedragon. In general she's treated with the "tell don't show" approach Fodlan writing loves) they are definitely mitigated by all the small details that make her so interesting. And while I find her lack of spotlight and moments where she shines at her best incredibly frustrating, I'll admit that digging beneath the surface and starting to see who she actually is as a person is quite fun in its own right.

She's a truly kindhearted, deeply flawed and quite cringe woman. Of course I love her.

Favorite moment

Funnily enough, her weed quest. Not just because the sheer concept of the pope indirectly giving weed to her students is hilarious, but because if you look closer you'll notice that every herb she gives seems to fit the specific students a bit too well to be a coincidence (for example Bernadetta's herb is said to give her the courage to strike a conversation, Marianne's gives her a more positive outlook on life and Ignatz's boosts his self-confidence).

This shows that while she feels unable to get close to the students on a deeper level, she's clearly paying enough attention to them to know the general things they struggle with and tries to secretly help them, and it's really sweet!

Idea for a story

I've been entertaining the idea of a Silver Snow rewrite (AKA a scenario where getting an A support with her changes the entire route instead of just the ending) where Rhea is rescued early and becomes the de-facto lord. Featuring character development where she finally starts to actually talk to the students and her loved ones, Dimitri in a secondary role because I think the dynamic between her and early-timeskip Dimitri, not to metion in a context where Edie's already dead, has some insane potential (also makes for a nice foil to CF).

Also changing from her requirement to survive from being A Rank with Byleth to being A rank with all of her support partners. AKA overcoming her fatal flaw allows her to not only survive, but live.

Basically her learning to stop compulsively keeping secrets, openly talk and get close to others again and rely on other people on a deeper level. You know, the good stuff!

Don't count on it ever actually getting written beyond a few posts though. I know my limits :(

Favorite relationship

Romantically with Catherine, platonically with Cyril!

Unpopular opinion

I mean, this is Rhea we're talking about.

Liking her to begin with and not treating her like she's responsible for everything wrong in Fodlan is already unpopular to begin with.

Also people severely overestimate the political power she actually has.

Favorite headcanon

As a joke headcanon: Rhea has been every single archbishop in the past as well, so to keep humanity from finding out she's a dragon she faked her death every few decades... in increasingly ridiculous ways.

It got to the point where the Seiros faithful believe the position of Archbishop is cursed, and whenever people act concerned about her because of it Rhea is grateful for it but at the same time is internally laughing her ass off.

#ask replies #loregoddess #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe16 #fe16 spoilers #rhea #my rambles #imagine: me being unsure of who i'll end up liking 3h beside being fond of bernie already #and there comes rhea with a steel chair

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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my heart's already sinned

summary: you are known around campus as a bit a harlot when it comes to sleeping with professors. it's a title you have earned rightfully but you want to change that. you've been taking steps to change that with professor presley, despite wanting to add him as the final notch in your metaphorical bedpost. too bad a wee bit of gossip has just ruined your plans for a potential happily ever after with him. fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: professor! elvis presley ( big daddy flavor ) x student! female reader word count: 4136 warnings: big daddy elvis. elvis using a walking stick/cane. use of a cane to startle people. mild fantasizing about the cane. elvis is an asshole during sex. p in v sex ( unprotected, wrap it before you tap it ). mentions of praise kink. student and professor relationship ( everyone are of legal age ). religious talk. degradation ( kind of? ). use of the phrase harlot and jezebel to refer to someone who is sexually promiscuous. slut shaming. depressing sex. sex where everyone cums, it's not dubious consent or non consensual but no one really leaves the situation emotionally happy. emotionally draining sex. author's note: here's the final day, day 31 of kinktober, professor kink with elvis presley. so here's the thing this was originally going to be blood kink with whoever and all this jazz but no one picked it and i wanted to write professor elvis. and originally this was going to be a cult-ish style elvis as a religious studies professor. and then suddenly i went from oh he'll call the reader jezebel to- well this is a teaser of sorts for a longer fic ( i hesitate to call it a series, what it is- is really just probably a very very long fic or like a two part series with two long chapters ) where this has a happy ending once they fix the massive miscommunication that causes this piece to happen. enjoy, to be honest, because i really have fallen in love with writing this reader and elvis. pick your flavor of elvis you want to see, either real life or austin, i'm not picky. also thank @butlersxbirdy for helping me talk this out from the get go because we accidentally tripped into it. beyond that, thank you guys for reading so much of my kinktober stuff and putting up with me taking until the end of november to finish. i know i've got a few double dip days left but the main part of this is all done. and i'm so proud of myself for finishing it and delighted y'all enjoyed. honestly i might try something like this again because it was fun albeit a little stressful.

You shouldn't be doing this, you shouldn't be allowing yourself to do this again. Letting yourself play the whore- a title that you've earned and for the most part embrace- to yet another professor. You don't even really need it this time because your grades in Professor Presley's class have been fine, easily earned under his repeated praise and his idea that discussion about religion is better than "assigning you all a buncha papers I ain't plannin' on readin'". But maybe it was how he feels different, maybe it's in how when his hands touch your shoulders you feel a heat curl through your body. Maybe it's because the more time you spend in his office, the more you find out about him as a person- as the person beyond his title you find that you like him. He's a good man and you find that those are in such short supply around this campus.

So you wear the ironic white skirt. You wear the white mini skirt that has your roommate looking disapproving but all knowing at the same time. The underwear under it can barely be called as such, but it would give him something of yours if all went well this afternoon. It should, you had seen how he looked the past few classes since he came back from his missed one. You had seen how your tests to see if he might be amicable to the idea of doing something with you were working.

The way he tripped over his words every so often when you crossed your legs? Yeah, you had him where you wanted him, he just needed that last push. He just needed that final push to have you arching your back for him, to have him on his back while you ride him, to have his hands in your hair as you nuzzled at his crotch, as you mouthed at his cock, as you- as you reenacted every thought that had crossed your mind in those wee hours of the morning or in the night.

Professor's Presley's classroom is one of those classrooms you kind of hate with long desks that you have to share and that curve, causing the people toward the ends to feel more than a little cramped. The irony of knowing that you would not have picked the seat you have- the seat Elvis picked for you- if you had been given the choice. It's the last seat before a break for the stairs and then the next table starts, you get stuck either having to leave first or get stuck leaving last by virtue of this seat. Still, it made you pay attention better than you're used to, made it easier for you to have an excuse to stay behind and get to know him better. Maybe that was the problem, that Elvis had taken such care with your questions as silly as you swear they had been in the beginning. Maybe if he hadn't have done that you wouldn't- You wouldn't be doing what you're doing right now. You wouldn't have dragged this out, you wouldn't have waited to make a real proper move on him. It- It needed to feel right though, feel maybe not perfect but feel like it wouldn't backfire on you. Today felt like it was the right day. besides, this was going to be one of his more boring lessons from what he had told you about his lesson plans for the semester.

Arriving early to your classes wasn't necessarily your forte except for when it came to Professor Presley's, something about about knowing you'd be one of the first people he'd see in the room always sent a minor thrill through you and today was no exception. You've got a text book and some notes for another class open in front of you trying to use your time wisely while waiting when you hear the telltale tap of Elvis's cane hitting the ground. You know he needs it to help him walk, his knees sometimes giving him trouble but you'd be lying if you didn't cause a curl of arousal in your abdomen when he'd sometimes use it to rap the desk in front of students who weren't paying attention. The closer the noise gets and the closer the subtle scent of Elvis- cigars, Pepsi and so many other notes of his soap and every tiny thing- starts to waft toward you the more you sit up straight, your blouse stretching over your shoulders as you do. The tap stops by you and you wait to hear his rumbling voice telling you what he tells you every day a simple phrase- "glad to see you where you're supposed to be"- only this time you don't hear it. You feel his hand- his warm and large and almost overwhelming hand- on your shoulder but you don't hear the praise that comes with it. The little joke the two of you have from that second day of class where you had been the only one to remain in your assigned seat.

Your eyes dart next to you, noting how you think he's leaning on the cane a little more today- he only does that when he's tired so maybe he just had a rough night. It was fine, you could handle a lack of praise because he had at least touched you, it was perfectly acceptable. A smile crosses your features as you look up at him.

"Excited about today's lecture, I can't wait to hear everyone's thoughts." You're only partially lying, some of your classmates do offer some interesting insights but for the most part you find a lot of people treat this as an easy class when they truly shouldn't.

At his laugh- at the laugh that shakes his whole body you fully turn to look at him, taking in the all white ensemble of a suit jacket, a simple shirt and suit pants. You find it hard to breathe for a moment, your mind wondering if this is what angels are supposed to look like, if this is what would greet you when you die. Just barely do you avoid having your mouth just gaping at how he looks, instead choosing to bite your lip before looking down at your notes as he speaks.

"Don't you be sinnin' like that in my classroom, you know I hate this lesson, no need t' sugarcoat it." His hand finally leaves your shoulder and you shiver just slightly at the loss. "Should've worn somethin' warmer, darlin'. Or brought a jacket."

You shrug innocently as he starts to walk down the final step to reach his podium. "I wasn't cold earlier. I'll think about that next time."

The only answer you receive as everyone trickles into the class is a hum of mild disapproval as he unbuttons his suit jacket, sitting down on the stool by the podium, leaning his cane on the podium itself. Professor Presley always waits five minutes before starting his lessons, allowing for the final few stragglers to enter in before he speaks- after all no use in teaching if everyone isn't there.

His eyes normally flit over the classroom, bringing in the half asleep students, the bored ones and everything in between to whatever topic he's speaking on. It's something you admire- his ability to command a room like it's the easiest thing known to man. But today it's different, he seems to only be focusing on you and you're not too sure if that's a good thing or not. Still you almost feel bad with what you're planning on doing but it's now or never and so you wait until he's at a part you know is pretty impassioned before you cross your legs, watching his face for any reaction. His eyes move down from your face and he stumbles over his next word, forgetting what he needs to say and letting out a cough before shaking his head as he glances at the boys sitting near you.

"Told this lecture a million times and still forget the words, this why ya keep your notecards." He chuckles and half the room joins in before he continues. There's a certain set of words he says that have your pussy clenching at nothing under your skirt before you take a deep breath and cross your legs yet again. This time he stutters on the rest of his sentence before huffing out a laugh and another joke you don't hear because you see how heated his gaze was at what was under your desk, at hopefully what was under your skirt. You keep going this way and you see him getting more and more flustered before he finally has to lean against the podium and you swear you hear a growl. When he looks up, you swear his gaze could set you on fire if given the opportunity to and your pussy clenches yet again as you clench your thighs together and rub, desperate for some friction.

"You all are in luck. Ain't feelin' my best today, you're all dismissed, see ya on Friday. Don't forget what to do that readin' before then! Ain't here to just debate myself!" Elvis's voice is loud enough that you know everyone had to have heard him even if there was a distinct lack of grumbles acknowledging it. You move to pack away your notes into your back and stand up when you're startled by the sharp bang of Elvis's cane on your portion of the long desk.

"You're not goin' anywhere darlin', we still got our date in my office." His voice is low, practically a murmur and the use of the word date confuses you, because he's never referred to it like that and neither have you. The word has warmth spreading in your body from your heart outward and you can't help but preen a little at it. You hope he didn't notice, at least not yet.

You slowly nod and give him a small smile. "Okay, Elvis, I'll be there in five minutes like normal."

He doesn't respond back or grasp your shoulder as he normally would as he leaves, another strange duo of things that you register as out of place, that you register as not normal before shaking your head. It's probably nothing, and besides you had gotten his attention, you had seen how he looked up your skirt. You gather the rest of your stuff, shoving it into your bag and standing up, taking the well trodden path to his office. You expect to see him at his desk, but you don't expect to see him sitting the way he is, with his legs splayed open- almost as an invitation for you. You move to shut the door and are about to sit in the chair on the other side of Elvis before he shakes his head.

"Lock the door, darlin'." He orders, his tone leaving no room for argument. You do as your told, ever the good girl for Professor Presley the good girl who makes a move to sit down in the chair only to find herself pressed against the desk.

Elvis is a large person just in height, let alone any other parts of him, you've known this from the second you stepped foot in his classroom and from the moment you woke up clothed in his bed after being so exhausted you couldn't make your way back to your apartment after helping him grade papers. Nothing about knowing his size could have prepared you for how it feels to have his whole body pressed against you. How the warmth of his chest seeps into every bit of cold that had ever settled into your bones. How the press of his muscles, of his fat of his everything against your behind made you feel so small and yet like you could conquer the world with that weight behind you, that strength behind you. How you can feel every part of him so alive behind you. How the scent that is uniquely him overwhelms your senses and makes your brain narrow into a world that consists of cigars, sweat, your perfume and your seperate soaps. You swear you stop breathing, the motion of how to do it completely lost to your brain. You try and focus on how Elvis is breathing, trying to mirror it because if he's going to cage you against the desk helping you remember how to breathe is the least he could do.

His breath is a ghost against your neck, tickling you and sending a fresh burst of arousal into your panties- as much as you could call them that- you know they're ruined, know that it's a miracle you're not actually dripping on the floor. Your knees start to tremble as your throat lets out a whine unbidden and without your permission. This is too much and too little, you need more and you need less and you hear Elvis growl as he puts his thigh in between your thigh, his knee briefly brushing your clit and earning a mix of another whine and a gasp from you. He uses his height to his advantage, leaning you forward just a bit as his hand, his hand covered in so many silver rings touches your overheated thigh. You hiss at the temperature change before you hear him speak.

"You think acting like a jezebel in front of me is going to get you what you want, don't ya? You really do just want to play with boys for the rest of your life, don't ya?" The words are growled and you can feel the vibration in his chest from them as he inches his hand higher and higher. "Want the boys to leave you crying for more. Can't get a real man to fuck you."

In the back of your mind his use of the word jezebel feels like a bucket of cold ice water being poured on you. You're- you're supposed to be a woman he's proud of, he's been calling you a good girl, such a bright young woman, why is he calling you a jezebel? That thought is in the back of your mind and you refuse to drag it forward, refuse to drag it into the light because you don't want to think about what that means. Think that maybe you read this very wrong- that you read him so very wrong. That the man your brain has helpfully given the nickname Big Daddy to might not be the man who deserves that nickname.

Your voice is a little shaky from arousal when you speak, your hand moving down to where his hand where his rings are touching your skin because his hand isn't moving any farther up your thigh. "Elvis- that's not my pussy."

He laughs but there is barely any humor in it as he tightens his grip on your thigh, his rings digging into your flesh. "Why would I touch a harlot's pussy?"

The thought in the back of your head rears its ugly head again and you have a harder time pushing it back. That's twice he's called you a name you've never heard him use to refer to you, a name you've only heard him say during lessons. No, this has to be a joke, or something he likes to do. You could deal with that, tell him you don't like being called that and he'd understand. He'd understand you don't want him calling you that, everyone else can but not him. You whine once again, your legs falling open more, forcing you to lean more onto the desk. Your skirt rides up and if Elvis looks you know he'll see how soaked you are.

"I wanted your attention. This sort of attention!" You think your voice is inching toward a shout, but you're very aware that you're in his office and you don't want anyone to think he's hurting you- to have anyone think any less of him.

There's a second where you swear you hear him groan against you but you can't tell, your brain rattling about in your head, your thoughts jumping everywhere. His hand finally moves up and is right next to your pussy before you hear his voice in your ear, feel him right against your ear. "You want this? Want another professor to fuck this pussy? Want me to fuck your pussy? Make you cum all over me?"

Any answer or thought you have in your head just flutters away at the question and you try and rock against his thigh, try and have his knee press against your clit again to no avail, his free hand gripping your hip and forcing you to stay still. You purse your lips, trying to think, trying to figure out what you want to answer, because you want that so bad you can taste it. That's not acceptable to him though, and he hisses his next words. "Jezebel, answer me. Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck your pussy? Make you cum on my cock? You got it hard, do you want to do something about it?"

There it is again, that stupid name and your brain knows what that means, your brain knows that's got to be what he thinks of you, what he wants to paint you as. It's- you can hear it from everyone else but not him. Your brain wants to dwell but your aching cunt thinks otherwise, so you push it aside and nod. "I do! I want you to fuck my pussy. Make me cum on your cock. Give me your cock, Professor."

What happens next feels like a whirlwind, you feel the cool air of the room against your ass as he flips up your skirt, and feel the cool metal of his rings as he palms your ass before he lightly smacks it. You let out a yelp, falling against the desk even more than you already were and you swear you hear Elvis curse but you think it's swallowed in how you can only hear your heartbeat in your ears. The hand that was on your thigh finally touches your cunt and you keen softly as he starts to finger you, making sure you're stretched just enough to take him. A moment passes as you hear the clink of his belt buckle and hear the thump of his pants hitting the ground and you want to say something about turning you around before you feel his cock enter you in a rush. Your head falls against the desk as you groan at the intrusion, he's larger than you've taken in a while but it gives you a healthy sort of stretch, has you fluttering around his cock as he mutters something you can't hear. His thrusts are faster than you thought he'd do- faster than you thought you deserve in that moment but you go with it, because you feel your orgasm approaching and it's making it so you don't think about how this isn't- you're not sure this is how you wanted it, because somehow this feels empty. It's enjoyable and you like it but something is missing.

After a particularly rough thrust you find yourself unable to push aside that feeling, you're so close to cumming but the feeling that something is missing from this makes it so you can't do it. "Elvis, please touch me. You're a touchy person, please.." You don't even know what you're asking for because he is touching you just- not in the way you want. Not- fully. Not lovingly.

You expect a response but the one you get isn't what you want to hear and you'd like to blame how you miss the first few words on your brain trying to protect you and make you think he actually cares more than he does.

"Wettest fucking pussy, you love this. You love having another professor's dick in you. Got the one professor no one else can get, right? The one who doesn't sleep with his students, doesn't let girls like you crawl into his lap looking all pretty." Elvis is muttering all this filth against your skin and you think maybe this is just dirty talk, you can do dirty talk.

You bite your lip before you nod. "Love knowing it, love knowing I've got your dick in me, stretching me out better than the rest. Knew i was right to wait for you."

The last bit is choked out, your voice cracking, the emotions of the statement too conflicted for your brain to parse out. You thought you knew. You thought you were right to wait for him, to draw this out. How did you read this so wrong? How did you fall into another professor's lap like this knowing you're going to get tossed aside?

Elvis lets out a pleased groan before he says anything else as his hand moves to allow his fingers to circle your clit. "You gonna cum all over my cock? Gonna cum like a good girl?"

That's all you need and you cum with a whimper, your body falling completely onto the desk as you feel Elvis continuing a few more thrusts before following you. He's careful- surprisingly- to not fall on you, allowing himself to fall on the other side of you on the desk. You try to not whine when he pulls out of you but you can't help it as you look at him next to you on the desk. Maybe if you look enough you'll see the person you've gotten to know, see the Elvis that you were truly falling for who you thought might have fallen for you too.

He looks back at you and you swear you see that flicker, see how he looks so gently at you and like you've hung the sun but it's gone as quick as it came in a scrunched up face as he stands up straight and holds out a hand for you to grab so you can stand up and have something to hold onto until your legs become a little more settled. You shouldn't take his hand, you should just lay on his desk but you want him to pull you up and you want him to hold you so you take it. You take it and he hoists you up and lets you lean against him, lean into him before he steps away like he's been burned.

That settled it, didn't it? The read you had on him was so very very wrong. This was actually worse than everyone else because at least they didn't hide their intentions in praise like this, in genuine care like this. Your hand moves to touch him in a last ditch attempt to get something out of him, an explanation at least before he grabs at your wrist and sets down your arm. You shut your eyes and bite your lips to keep yourself from crying in front of him, he didn't deserve the pleasure. "Should I leave?"

He looks at you as he's pulling on his pants. "Yeah, you should, you got that class in thirty minutes. Know she counts attendance as part of the grade."

You shake your head as you straighten out your skirt. "I'm not going."

Elvis's fury at that sentence doesn't make sense to you but you look at him and see him practically snarling. "The hell you aren't. You've had perfect attendance. Know ya can do the subject in ya sleep but- ya gotta go."

You want to explain that the only words circling in your head are jezebel and harlot and professor and every single thing he said to you just keeps cycling over and over and you're not sure you could even begin to pay attention. He's not privy to that any more though, he lost the right to have that information. instead you shrug.

"I'll go Professor Presley." You pause and hold out your hand. "Can I have my underwear back now?"

You had intended for him to keep them to be flirty but now you just want them back but you can see on his face- you can see his face, you're not too sure you're getting them back.

He shakes his head. "All the others got to keep a trophy. Heard 'bout 'em. I ain't good 'nough to get one, now? No, think I'll keep 'em."

There's a part of you that wants to fight him, wants to grab your underwear from him and leave, but instead you swallow and straighten your blouse before turning and unlocking the door to leave, sniffling as you exit the room.

You're 10 minutes late for your next class.

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commander-krios · 2 months

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How is Alyril'fryn and Juniper relationship to the other companions? Are they close with any of them, other than their LIs? What is their dynamic like?

Bonus: Do they have any notable relationships among the other non-companion characters? (You know, other than Rolan 😏)

Alyril'fryn

Aly never cared much about friendship before the tadpole crew. Any friends she might've had was always about survival, not much else. But with these idiots, she finds she actually enjoys being around them. In face, she got close to a few, mainly Shadowheart and Astarion.

With Shadowheart, it was a rough start. Shadowheart didn't really warm up to her until late Act 1/beginning Act 2. But they were a lot alike in many aspects, though they didn't realize it at the time. Aly agreed with Lae'zel a lot of the time, wanting to make sure they were focused on getting rid of the tadpole, not caring much about religion or Shadowheart's mission. But they ended up learning a lot about each other over the course of their journey, and formed a bond that neither wanted to break at the end.

With Astarion, Aly did realize she had a lot in common with him. Their violent, broken pasts that were catching up to them but also, how they viewed the world around them: that everyone was out for themselves, might as well protect yourself and to hell with the rest. But then, together, they realized that wasn't a healthy view of the world and broke that cycle together. Their dynamic was extremely sibling-like: bickering, teasing, hating/loving each other in equal measure.

The three of them; Aly, Astarion, Shadowheart; spend a lot of time together throughout their journey and even after, continue to be closet friends.

The only NPC besides Rugan (her ex, former Zhent partner) that made any difference on her in game was Barcus Wroot. As a drow and a deep gnome, their friendship arc fascinates me and I hope to explore it a bit in fic.

Juniper

Juniper makes friends easily. She's charismatic, knows how to play a crowd, can find convincing arguments for those who disagree with some of her choices (usually). But as far as close friends, I'd say she's only super close with a few people, mainly Gale and Karlach.

Karlach is the first. They have a lot in common besides being tieflings. They both love life, food, love. They enjoy a good fight and the celebration that comes after. They enjoy dancing and singing and if Juniper hadn't fallen for Rolan, 100 percent would she and Karlach be an item. Karlach is the first person she talks to when she wakes up and the last one she talks to before turning in at camp. They tend to cause more chaos than they stop, but that's part of their charm.

Gale is her best friend. He's like a brother to her, warm and kind and understanding. They protect each other, teach other, help each other. They have a shared love of cooking and reading, and will spend many nights discussing recipes or stories or history. Big nerds.

As far as NPCs go (I won't talk about Rolan since I can go on forever), Juniper is close with Volo, Dammon, Alfira, Cal, Lia, and the Tiefling kiddos).

Volo is obvious for bard reasons. Juniper enjoys his embellished stories and has fun co-writing a bunch of the stupidest tales with him. She goes to him if she needs a laugh and really does enjoy his company (much to the irritation of Rolan).

Cal/Lia become her family after everything. She and the two of them are a bonded trio, making life very difficult for Rolan lol

Alfira (and by extension, Lakrissa) are the reason she has a purpose in BG after game. Alfira begs her to help with the bard school and she does, helping with the preparation and opening, eventually taking on her own students. She loves Alfira so very much, she's become a sister in all but name.

The tiefling kids are also a joy to Juniper (and Zevlor as well, but more in a role model figure). She loves each and every one of them, but there are a handful that really got to her. Mirkon, Arabella, Ide, Mattis, and Silfy become so special to her that she does eventually adopt them.

And finally, Dammon. He's another close friend of hers, best friend perhaps. He's reliable, he's special, he reminds her so much of home with his sun stealing smile. She loves him, so much, and I have a thought to make him an official part of her relationship with Rolan.

#undead-potatoes #tav: alyril'fryn #tav: juniper #not me only really having a real clue with Juni #since she's taken over my life #this question took me soooo long but thank you for it!#i love doing these

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 10 months

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Do you have any tips for writing Carlisle? For example, episodes from his work, human life, or something else?

General Writing Advice

Personally, I find writing scenes without purpose extremely difficult/not producing the best results. Obviously, everyone's unique, but if the characters don't have anything to do then they tend to just sit around not having anything to do.

Even something like a one-shot should have a point (reflection on an event, relationship, etc.).

So taking an episode from his work, human life, or anything else without asking the question "why am I showing this" or "what point am I trying to make" to me is the wrong way to approach it.

If you want the character to do something, he should have something to do.

Writing Characters in General

Once again we get into the weird realm of how I personally write the man versus how everyone else might. There's a lot of interpretations of Carlisle across fandom and even if I don't agree with all of them based on what we see in the text, none of them are wrong. Fandom's about having fun which means you can do whatever the fuck you want.

If movie Carlisle is your game, go for it, if fanon Carlisle's your man, go for it.

The trick with any character is to be consistent. You should have an understanding of them such that if X happens you know they'd respond with Y. This keeps the story from feeling contrived and as if they're being forced to react in whatever way the author wants them to.

If you keep it consistent and you write well then readers won't really care if it lines up with their exact interpretation of the character.

Tips on Writing Carlisle

A lot on Carlisle Cullen in here

However, I assume you came to my house for a reason and that you're asking specifically how to characterize Carlisle Cullen in the way that I and @therealvinelle do.

So, I'll give the general roundup characterization advice we've given for other characters in the past (thus far Aro and Lily Evans).

Carlisle is Religious

Carlisle is fundamentally a religious character. This is brought up in canon and is one of the first things you learn about him: he believes in God.

Now, this one is also very tricky as I've seen a lot of writers having no idea where to even start with this. Most writers I see... the only way I can describe it is they write a very Catholic, flagellating, God-fearing Carlisle Cullen. This is how writers in general write any religious character. That's fine, that is a way to interpret his character, but it's not what @therealvinelle and I go for.

Our thoughts are that Carlisle had to do a lot of philosophizing after becoming a vampire and essentially has his own doctrine. Because of this, out of the Cullens, he's one of the least haunted by what he is personally (a vampire) and is not necessarily married to interpretations of the bible we see in either the past or even the modern day. (The man canonically advocates abortion).

Regardless of how you choose to interpret him, you have to address the religion in some way or another.

Carlisle Thinks a Lot

We're talking about a guy who did the above section (rethink his religion) upon becoming a demon. He had large problems (such as trying not to eat people) and yet this is something he spends significant time and thought on.

We're talking about a very introspective guy then who is interested by abstract ideas and the way the world works. (As opposed to Emmett who would have no interest in such things).

This is probably not going to apply just to religion but to a lot of other facets including "should I turn dying people into vampires" (something he canonically confesses pondering to Bella), "what the fuck is up with Renesmee biologically" (less esoteric but still a very nerd topic with no real answers until Nahuel comes around).

Not to mention pre-canon his regard for the Volturi who were probably the most learned of the vampires he ever came across.

Carlisle is noted to have pursued several different fields before settling on becoming a doctor.

We're talking about someone very curious about the world, to the point where he's clearly not bored/moping after 350 years (as opposed to Edward who's only been doing this 100 years and is a brooding bored mess).

He's someone who wants to do things, learn things, and be a part of the world and keep up with it.

Carlisle's Way or the Highway

Canonically, Edward had to leave when he left the diet. Granted, Edward chose to do this of his own accord, but Carlisle didn't chase him down or try to negotiate with him.

You either try to do the diet to the best of your ability or you're out.

Edward was already a very close companion of Carlisle, Carlisle had broken down after three hundred years of loneliness, not to mention Edward was very distressed and very young: didn't matter.

What this says that is for better or worse Carlisle will stick to his principles even if those closest around him do not.

An important note on this is because of this Carlisle assumes that his family, those around him, share the exact same principles even if they do not (for all the Cullens think that they share them as well). It's unthinkable to him, even in canon where he sees evidence now and then, that they don't actually care that much for human life and more the Cullen lifestyle and moral superiority of it all.

He's Ridiculously Stubborn

We're talking about someone who crawled into rotting potatoes while dying, managing to stay silent, then crawling his way out of London without eating anyone and spending the next N days trying to kill himself until he crawled into the woods to starve painfully to death.

He discovers the animal diet, lives on cardboard for the rest of his life despite having a few morsels of blood here and there as he starts turning people, even when Aro's literally dropping corpses on the floor in front of him.

He then leaves Volterra despite having no idea where he's going, a good chance of getting killed, all for the chance that he might find someone on the diet or convince someone to do it.

He is unbelievably stubborn to the point where... Edward and Bella are close contenders but Carlisle's doing very well in the stubborn race himself.

The exception is that he compromises when it comes to his family/things that don't just affect him. In Twilight, he wants to move when it's clear Bella's Edward's singer and the van incident occurs. Nobody else wants to move though and Alice announces Edward's in love with Bella so... they stay... he guesses... In the Bella/Edward relationship, like everyone else, he lets Edward handle that one as it's not really his business.

He's Very Likeable

Everybody likes Carlisle. To a really weird extent actually, and by far he's the most outwardly charming of the Cullens.

Otherwise

You got anything else, @therealvinelle

#twilight #twilight renaissance #writing advice #carlisle cullen #meta #opinion #vinelle #therealvinelle

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entityforged · 1 year

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under the cut you will find a very long list of very specific plots/dynamics i want to write, organized by corresponding muse. if you're interested in any of them, you can reply below, dm me the plot you're interested in, or just like if you want me to message you first. there's technically no limit on these plots; i don't mind "repeating" plots bc they'll always be different depending on who i'm writing them with, so don't let that hold you back from an idea.

ash: — give me the hot straight boy (or not) from church that they had a crush on. give me the two of them meeting at a pride event, discussing their feelings on gender, sexuality, and religion. give me the rekindling of friendship and feelings, that strange bond with someone who knew you before you knew yourself, the understanding that comes with shared trauma.

brody: — your muse knew him when they were younger, before he got really famous. one day they realize he still follows them back on instagram and send him a message saying they're proud/impressed, hope he's doing well, etc, not expecting him to respond. except he does, and they start talking a lot, and they end up catching feelings. maybe they didn't know each other well before this, maybe one or both had a crush that they never expressed, maybe one or both are in a relationship—idk there's just a lot of fun dynamics we could play with in a celebrity x random guy ship. — just anyone who has an actual crush on him. it'll take a lot of convincing to get him to accept that they care about him as a person, especially if they've already hooked up, but i really want to see someone treat him softly, help him come to terms with the trauma he's endured, and make him realize that he is worth more than his body.

caspian: — first of all tw for self harm; second of all this could work for ships i already have with him! basically i really want to play out the first time he's getting intimate with someone and they accidentally touch/see his scars. he'll freak out and depending on the kind of relationship there are different ways they can handle it, but it's an aspect of him i'd like to explore (esp bc i have not always dealt with it very well in the past).

daehyun: — idk how to explain this dynamic other than just showing you 1:05-2:07 of this video. give dae the stoic, quiet, very masculine, (maybe still thinks he's straight) counterpart to his bubbly, outgoing, very openly queer self. and if we wanna take inspo from the song he won't be actively gunning for the other guy to break up with his gf but he Will be hoping for it. (also bonus points if they dance together but that is not necessary!) — more professional connections please!! choreographers or fellow dancers or people he is doing backup dancing for!! i have also been toying with a verse for him moving to korea so if anyone has idol muses :eyesemoji:

daisy: — imagine reuniting with your childhood crush except they're now a world famous actor and you have a headache from trying to explain algebra to 12 year olds all day. how do you even handle that.

darcy: — someone that knew him before his family died, maybe even a childhood friend who knew them too. they're the only person allowed to come over during august, the only person he'll talk to about any of it. he definitely has feelings for them—maybe always has—but he refuses to say anything because he can't risk ruining their friendship. — someone else who works at the strip club! could be a bartender or bouncer or another dancer; could be purely platonic, could be romantic/sexual, could be a rivalry! lots of potential here.

lennon: — okay this one is so silly but they love anime and i've always had this idea of them having a secret tumblr or twitter where they talk about that! and they also have a longtime mutual who they're best friends with, they know all lennon's secrets but not who they are. and as they catch feelings they have to decide if they want to lose their one place of anonymity, their friendship, and maybe even their trust. (and maybe for bonus funny points they one day reveal that they have an interest in figure skating and lennon like. sneakily tries to get their opinion on themself lmao)

matthew: — in this house we love tropes so pls i am begging give me the person he is bodyguarding; they're soft and flighty and wear their heart on their sleeve and he's both exasperated and in awe of them. bonus points if they are openly queer! he can't have them and he can't be them so instead he will simply yearn in silent agony. (this one can be totally platonic they can totally just be besties.)

miles: — give this beautiful man his first kiss!!! it can be a joke/dare/casual thing that he puts way too much meaning into despite trying not to; it can be the climax of a sweet romantic slow burn; it can be him asking a friend to just kiss him so he can get it over with but oops he liked it a lot actually!!! idk idc just kiss him

rhys: — "hey hello fellow single parent our kids are besties do you wanna set up a playdate for them? no this is not because i have an absurd crush on you and this is not because my daughter knows and will definitely tell you if i don't at least pretend to make a move"

rijin: — polar opposite besties!! they're loud and outgoing but know better than to try to force him out of his shell; he thinks they're brighter than the sun and are fucking terrified of the day they decide they're tired of trying to shine a light into his dark, lonely world.

taesuk: — modelling rival! modelling rival! they could be a fellow up-and-comer or someone a bit older and more established; either way they definitely super hate each other and don't wanna fuck even a little!

#wanted ( plot )#ash ( wishlist )#brody ( wishlist )#caspian ( wishlist )#daehyun ( wishlist )#daisy ( wishlist )#darcy ( wishlist )#lennon ( wishlist )#matthew ( wishlist )#miles ( wishlist )#rhys ( wishlist )#rijin ( wishlist )#taesuk ( wishlist )#man i could have gone on for so much longer. you're welcome.#also i got impatient and i'm posting now! will rb a few times dw

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the-casbah-way · 9 months

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I’m interested in the small mentions of Oct’s parents and how he ignores phone calls from his mom. What is his relationships like with his parents?

cw: very brief mention of religious trauma + physical abuse

that's a really good question. the short answer is he doesn't like them and they don't like him either. materially he had a really privileged upbringing but he was completely emotionally neglected. his parents never gave him space to be himself or learn how to talk about feelings, and they forced their religion and unrealistically high expectations onto him to the point where he was terrified to do anything he actually wanted to. his dad especially was pretty hard on him and made fun of him a lot for being 'too skinny' or 'too quiet' or 'too feminine' and was sometimes pretty rough with him physically too. when octavius moved out to go to uni he finally started to come out and be himself, but he ended up living with his parents again when he did his degree in italy and being around them made him go straight back in the closet and start repressing himself again and he's never gotten past that since. they're also the reason he forced himself to marry amelia and got a degree and job he doesn't care about. he used to be obsessed with impressing his parents but not because he wanted to make them proud, more so because he was kind of scared of them. he's wanted to cut contact with them completely for a really long time but always been to scared to do it. he'll get there eventually though <3

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shadowsong26fic · 1 year

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A Question of Trust

Author: shadowsong26

Rating: PG-13

Fandom: BSG

Characters: Gaius Baltar

Warnings: References to abuse/coercion; discussion of coercion; oblique discussion of forced marriage. Mostly as general backstory/background.

Summary: Gaius has his own, personal secrets; a year and a half into their relationship, he considers sharing one with Caprica.

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of their respective creators.

Notes: Written for the Year of the OTP event. February prompt: mermaid AU.

(I am also going to do this for Star Wars and some of my original ‘verses, if you’re interested in checking those out! One ship per canon. The fanfic ones will be posted to AO3 probably a day or two after they’re on tumblr. This fic is also available on AO3 here. Master list of all fills can be found here.)

(There will come a day where I have to give in and pick a pre-Fall alias for Caprica. Today is not that day. Also this is technically a selkie AU, but selkies count as mermaids, right?)

Gaius hesitated for a moment before shutting the lockbox and returning it to its hiding place under the floor.

I could leave it out, he thought. I could let her see.

Which felt faintly ridiculous to contemplate; but, then again, he was contemplating…quite a few things he’d never really thought he would, lately. And this…

He rested his fingers against his skin, familiar and smooth, still slightly damp from slipping out to the lake under cover of darkness.

Think about it logically.

She already knew part of it; she knew where he came from, she’d met his father. And there were stories about other river children who had tested their lovers this way. Left their skins out, as a sign of trust.

Or doubt.

Which was also something to consider.

It wasn’t that he was unaware of what this was. He knew where their whole relationship had started. And just because--because that had changed for him, somewhere along the way…

(When had it changed? When had he started to like her so much? Not just sleeping with her, although that was never in question, but…for the past couple of months, at least, he’d found himself anticipating the other moments even more. Spending hours talking together, even about religion, tangled in the sheets or fully clothed; the way she smiled, the way she laughed, gods, even the way she looked at him when he was being an ass or an idiot about something, and…)

But the fact of the matter was, he knew that she was, at least in part, using him, on behalf of her mysterious employers, whoever the frak they might be. He’d always known, even before she’d admitted it out loud. And that had almost been part of the fun, at least at first. Playing that game.

There was a certain logic to testing her this way, testing whether or not he could trust her. Which--he wanted to. More than anything--almost anything--he wanted to trust her. After all, he--liked her. Very much. Trust should follow.

And besides. Could he really think so little of her, after all this time? Could he honestly think that she would steal it?

Of course, the test depended on her knowing obscure folklore from a backwater corner of a backwater world; if she ignored it, it might just mean she had no concept of what it meant. He had to consider that.

Explaining what it meant was--not something he was prepared to do.

Guard it closer than your heart, his mother had told him.

He’d done that so far, hadn’t he?

And yet…

He pulled his hand away, and shut and locked the box.

It wasn’t because he thought she would steal it, would bind him. If she wanted to compel him, to force him to give her what she wanted, she had other ways. She would have done so months ago, if that was all she wanted.

He just…

There were things he didn’t like other people to know. Even her. Knowing he was from Aerilon was one thing, and he didn’t care so much about that anymore, but knowing he wasn’t entirely human was a harder secret to share, by several orders of magnitude.

Especially when, on some level, they were still playing that game. And he was all right with that, for the time being. Even with the fact that, if--when--he finally gave her what she wanted, there was a risk she’d walk away. He could live with that. He thought. He hoped.

Someday, he thought. When this is over, when things have settled. When the game is over. If she stays. Maybe then.

He put the box away, replaced the floorboards, and went upstairs to shower and change, putting his secrets--and that question of trust--from his mind.

At least for now.

#shadowsong writes bsg

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incarnateirony · 20 days

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No seriously [climbs out of bed] I've been trying to sleep but Logic Mortal Brain is trying to find Reason in her Madness. I side-hat for the mad hatter himself and even he has a big shrug emoji while trying to dump her. He just says try not to find Reason in it, but I can not. Can not not. Can not not seek Reason here. Woman wtf is you doing.

After I laughed off her want to pull me into a lawsuit game, did she really try to put out a restraining order against untagged posts on my own blog?

Like she's gonna restraining order me, Hermes, and the collective unconscious? She's gonna lawsuit herself out of her tartarian fate? This is like when she tried to sue the mechanic in a loop for half a year but infinitely more retarded, on Eternity.

Can't hold her own ego on her own blog from the reflections of her own lies but she's gonna try to lawsuit me about it. "Dear judge he cast witchcraft on me that made me tell the truth."

"Dear judge I'm hexed for the rest of my life and it's his fault." "Um... yeah, okay. Your response?" "She's insane, your honor, and built a religious cult between her and her new spouse idolizing my self image from 2009 and my villain from 2001. Then stalked me for three years." what. "I said what I said."

"Dear judge he says meanie truths about me on his own journal. Make him stop." Why are you reading his journal for three years. "Um..."

QED, I'm the one that needs the restraining order. Against YOU. But I took it to a higher order. Catch up, buttercup.

Welcome to literal hell. And the fun trick is, you've been here a long time. Told you at the start whichever me was having a hard time catching up on how hard you've fucked up. We're all caught up now sweetie. It's too late.

No amount of filed suits will fill the abyss inside you, or fix the crack in your delusional faith chassis, or your shattered ego or deleted blog. Your world of shadows is as hollow to you as you are now. And you have to live with that. And with my shadows pushing you to and fro as your gods of delusion bound into your uncentered pyramids.

I told you, Mercury and Saturn were arguing your fate.

This is it.

You've been here before, Shealyn. Trying to lawsuit your way out of a mistake in a loop, not knowing how to act, or running away from the act. You would twirl your hair back then, but weren't ripping it out.

I'm sorry your current pile of trash you call a husband doesn't know how to Act. No wonder you're pulling your hair out. You downgraded into clueless deluluville and I leveled up once you were out of my way and got the cosmic glo-up. Sucks for you, you cock gobbling plagiaristic octopus-jibberish spewing purple catted biiiiiiiiiitch.

Those are still my air jordans. I'm still motherfucking coming for them. You still know the fucking truth. But daddy taught me a fun way. Ever play AFK Journey? It's like that.

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"No judge sir, I'm not a controlling thundercunt at all sir, I'm just trying to gag a man that left me three years ago on his own journal I choose to read."

Well... why do you choose to read it.

"Because he's telling the truth and I need to know what part of my wicked past to defend against and spin new lies for oops I said that out loud."

Has he been talking about you all 3 years? No sir but 3 whole months. Sir she spent eight months in a furry porn server trying to find my business investor after 3 years of her harassing every group I follow online to do social damage to me. I spent 2 1/2 months telling the truth and practicing my actual religion she corrupts, without fear. Her reaction is to silence me.

Yeah sure. Gag order me off my own blog. Good luck, you controlling, abusive cunt. Delusional piece of shit this close to having a mental breakdown because you realize everything you have is a lie. Fucking everything. Your god is a man and he hates you and it's your fault. Your relationship is two self justifying vultures deluding themselves into the deepest pits of medication. And ur bald now.

I could have gone off on you at any point. I left you to your fucking Barbie Dreamhouse delusions. But you couldn't fucking control yourself.

Shattering your entire world was our only choice to end this. But you're still the ditz that fucking drove right into the biggest cosmological Fuck You Alignment of the brotherhoods possible. Cuz you can't stay off this fine ass dick.

No seriously in all the retarded moments for you to be retarded in, that was a fucking singularity of retardation.

No like it's literally a singularity, there's a surprising amount of those, but you wouldn't comprehend it. Anyway, I'm already offboarding the godbus, the others aboard can do as they wilt, last reading is the 10th. It's over girlie, your Everything is just Over. However many days months or years you have left breathing will be in observation of how Over it all is for you, each small achievement you overpraise going up like meaningless smoke in this maze of death. Because you won't accept the light for it to be life.

I used to be like you. Then I grew up, I'm just trying to get this septic backup out of my mainline, and it's name is Shealyn. But if I Am I Am, she's me, and look how far she's been processed already. The rest will do the work for me after, my part in this is almost done.

I know I know Crowley, enough of Because or trying to find Reason but oh my me what.

Guys bad news about the divine, it's a clown show. And you're already inout it.

#Youtube

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MEET XANDER STONE!

Works at The Station as a sports reporter. Washed up hockey player. Loves spontaneous roadtrips, indulging in eating junk food during the middle of the night, and coming up with terrible puns.

HIS BIOGRAPHY!

Overall, he’s a good guy. Or at least, he tries to be. Inconsistent and impulsive, can get on the overbearing side at times, but he’s mostly pretty nice. He tries to be honest, also a bit oversensitive, but he really tries to love everyone with his whole heart. He’s always trying to make things better for people. He’s very stubborn, wants to make his family proud, and has really started making Merrock his home.

HIS PINTEREST!

HIS STATS!

BASICS

FULL NAME: alexander ‘xander’ david stone

NICKNAME: xander. and for your own safety, never call him anything other than that.

GENDER: cis man, he/him

DATE OF BIRTH: march 13, 1995

AGE: 27

HOMETOWN: grand forks, north dakota

OCCUPATION: weekend sports reporter for the station

RELIGION: n/a

ETHNICITY: white, korean

LOCATION: merrock, maine

HOUSING: lives in a shared house near the coast

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS

FATHER: jonathan stone

MOTHER: so-yeon stone

SIBLINGS

SISTER: jasmine stone

CHILDREN: n/a.

OTHER FAMILY: nari gim (cousin)

PETS: tba!

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: doesn’t like to label himself, feels too boxed in if he has to pick one, but he likes who he likes

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: same as above

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

CURRENT PARTNER: none

PAST PARTNERS: tba!

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: agreeable, modest, entertaining, clever, sentimental, honest, perceptive, faithful, brave, dedicated, imaginative, witty, trustworthy, humorous, amiable, innovative, adventurous, confident, relaxed, incisive, empathetic

NEGATIVE TRAITS: immature, disorganized, tactless, competitive, boyish, clumsy, conceited, impulsive, boisterous, impatient, demanding, insecure, complacent, dependent, rowdy, selfish, unappreciative, stubborn

THINK OF: nick miller (new girl), chandler bing (friends), jake peralta (b99), ryan bergara (watcher)

FAVORITE MOVIE: popstar: never stop never stopping

FAVORITE SONG: gravity by john mayer

FAVORITE EMOJI: 🤪

FAVORITE ANIMAL: bears

FAVORITE PERSON: his sister, jasmine

FAVORITE HOBBIES: taking the perfect selfie, curating a daily work out, screaming at the tv during a hockey game, continuing learning to speak korean, figuring out how to cook something other than ramen noodles, facetiming his family back in north dakota, covering sports in merrock

LIKES: sleeping in until noon, listening to music while driving, watching sports with a chicken wing in his hand, stormy nights, rice, the cold weather, being in photos, long meaningful talks, hugs, oragnes, poptarts, christmas, warm blankets, bad karaoke

DISLIKES: golf, licorice, uncooked vegetables, cleaning, the dark, being restricted, sitting around doing absolutely nothing, nightmares, antique dolls, locked doors, pollution

FUN FACTS ABOUT HIM

Calling him a momma’s boy would be an understatement. He’s a family guy in general and while he definitely doesn’t make a big show of it, say something unsavory about his family to his face and he will not jokingly threaten to destroy you. Considering how averse he is to serious confrontation with another person, that’s kind of a big thing.

He has a habit of getting surprisingly blunt or “real” with people from time to time? It’s all fun and games one minute, then Xander gets honest and while everyone else might kind of stop for a second because “what did you just say, Xander?” He soldiers on like nothing’s wrong because he either a) doesn’t even realize what he’s done or b) thinks it would be better not to draw too much attention to it.

He’s such a low-key know-it-all. On the outside, he’s looks like a giant himbo. But in reality, he may not make a big deal about something at first, but if things turn out the way he thought they would (and it wouldn’t be completely inappropriate to rub his victory in that person’s face), he’s definitely the guy that relishes getting to say the words ‘I told you so’.

When playing chubby bunny, he can fit up to nine of the regular sized marshmallows in his mouth at a time. He thinks it’s a real talent.

His favorite season is spring. Because it signifies renewal, a rebirth. It’s when the snow on the ground melts and flowers sprout in its place, it’s warm weather in place of the bitter cold and a time where he can cleanse himself of any discrepancies the rest of the year will bring him.

His guilty pleasure is Mcdonald’s. As being the main source of his diet, no one can ever try to tell him what the chicken nuggets are supposedly made out of and if they do, they can expect it to go through one ear and out the other. It’s his pick-me-up after a bad day and nine times out of ten - after an argument or whatever, you can get back on his good side with it.

Has a 2013 black Jeep Wrangler. Treats it as if a human being. Has named it and everything. Xander will never, ever let anyone drink in his car because if it spilled and stained the interior, he will blow a fuse.

He was actually born a month early, on March 13th. He claims it’s because he smelt bacon from inside the womb and wanted out to eat it. He’s immature, but he can’t help it.

Xander will yell at you for not texting back but then forget to text you for three days.

He is the KING of having fomo. He is always stalking Snapchat, Instagram, and Twitter to see if his friends are out without him. He is only slightly hurt when he sees duos out, but if he sees large groups he gets really upset.

PLOTTING FOR XANDER!

An approximate timeline for Xander!

TBD!

Xander may come off as a jock… well, he is a jock, let’s be honest here, sport is a huge chunk of his identity and it’s also the reason why he can’t stand still for too long. The boy has a lot of energy, it needs to go somewhere and what better way to use it than slamming into some people on the ice? He’s loud, blunt, occasionally rude, he doesn’t look for the attention on purpose but he draws it because of his demeanor.

Xander has never had a hard time befriending others. In school, he was a troublemaker and an athlete - a mix certain to get you popularity. But even now at twenty seven years old, he isn’t afraid to make himself look an ass to entertain others. He’s never been shy and can talk to just about anyone.

Xander is the kind guy who schmoozes his way in and out of every conversation, effortlessly gliding through social situations with confidence and style. His time on the ice has served him well, glowing in the spotlight but also having some grace to share it with nineteen other people. Most of his rivals were deliberately trying to see him fail. But he’s nothing if not a team player, as cliche as that is. He’s a natural leader and wants everyone to work together towards ultimate harmony. When you’re out partying, he’s the guy that takes charge and decides what bar you’re going to. He’s always been someone who has been pretty free-spirited and marches to the beat of his own drum. He has quite the charming and engaging personality, he practically can get anyone to do anything but he’s far from the manipulative type. Half of the time, he uses his charming ways to get his friends to let loose and be as carefree for a moment as he tends to be. However, he’s not someone who is too careless, he knows when to have fun and he knows when to take things seriously. Xander is someone who’s going to be loyal to his friends, he’s going to treat them like family and he’s going to be there for them, no matter what they’re going through and it doesn’t matter if he can relate or not.

He cares about the people he has in his life and is a genuine, sincere, sensitive dude. Always was the boy who left his heart on the ice after every game. He stands up for what he believes in and is an unadulterated good person at heart. Unfortunately, he tends to be so harmonious that he becomes influenced by others’ attitudes. If he’s around dicks, he’s going to act like a righteous, self-concerned asshole, if that’s what everyone else is doing. The insecurity of being young and impressionable, especially now with the spotlight shining a little brighter as he’s on TV, tends to make him want to meld into the people around him. The weakness of his knee and shoulder caused him to become more anxious and protective of his reputation and abilities, coupled with the feeling that his parents wanted him to fail so he could pursue a more “realistic” path. He knows what he’s good at and has a hefty dose of confidence and ambition in him, but he can come off condescending and arrogant in the same light. Ultimately, a true people-person who sees the good and wants to shed light on it, but sinks deeply into insecurity and fear if he feels vulnerable. But no matter how much he tries to put on a “hockey bro” aesthetic, he’s unabashedly a naive, soft-shelled guy who doesn’t know any better than to trust everyone means well.

Xander loves his family more than anything. Even if they get kind of annoyed with him for making stupid or reckless or unjust choices, he knows that they’ll always support him. He gets along with all of his siblings pretty swimmingly, but when they get into an argument with one another, he generally tries to be the peacemaker, though he’s not necessarily the best at it.

As far as friends go, Xander is a great friend to have in your corner. Even though he’s not the most dependable, he’s very loyal and really does try his best to help his friends in their time of need. Plus, he’s good with his hands and good at fixing things. And he gives great hugs. He doesn’t care about how a person is as long as they have something to connect over. He also doesn’t need a lot of alcohol to do it. All of his energy and enthusiasm? 100% au naturale. He’s not much of a partier these days now that he’s working a full-time job. But he also likes to be in the company of people so if he’s invited to some type of party, he’ll probably go just for the socialization. Honestly, he just wants to do cute things like see movies and work out. Gym buddies are a must.

Xander loves people. He could carry on a conversation with a brick wall so even those folks that won’t talk back, he’ll do enough talking for both of them. He’s a sensitive and kind man. The kind that’s loyal to a fault, and trusts until given a reason not to. He’s friendly, but private. And even though conversation can flow easily with Xander, getting to know him on a deeper level can be hard. He doesn’t really share his thoughts and feelings with anyone unless he’s perfectly comfortable. Though, he loves talking to new people and spending nights with the friends he already has. He might not always be on time but if they call needing him now and he’s not busy, he’s there.

Xander can be a bit of a pushover with people. He’ll give several chances before he knows he should cut someone out. Even then, it’s not for long. It is extremely difficult for him to really hate someone. Usually if people hate him for some reason but Xander tries to fix it. That doesn’t always work. One of his major downfalls is his honesty. Sometimes in telling the truth, he can be a little too blunt with people. He doesn’t believe in sugar coating things because it doesn’t help a person out at all. This has led to more fights more than he cares to admit and has led to plenty of rifts that he’s caused. Still, he’ll try to fix them but it doesn’t always work out that way.

Also, anyone who bashes his family is automatically an enemy. Furthermore, he doesn’t get along well with snobs. And he has no patience for people who continuously fuck their lives up. Sure, Xander has made some mistakes but he has always tried to fix them, or at least make them bearable. People who can’t do that really piss Xander.

As loyal as Xander is as a friend, and despite his aversion to confrontation, he’s probably not an enemy you’d want to have. If he’s ever gotten into a fight, nine times out of ten it’s because he’s standing up for someone he cares about. He’s prone to bouts of moodiness, and does have a bit of temper deep down, but mostly he’s very good at keeping that to himself.

When Xander was a teenager, he didn’t have a lot of time to date, with practices every morning and/or evening, and games every weekend, but the desire was there. Throughout high school, when relationships were plentiful and bound to blossom, he was preoccupied with his sport. He did his fair share of complaining that he didn’t get that same teenagehood that his friends did, but then again, most of them played too. Dating came second to the game, refining their craft and honing their skills was more important. Maybe not in their hearts, but in their heads, and for Xander his head ended up winning more often. It was almost cut-and-dry that he would put his potential career over a relationship; one was up to him, and one was completely up to chance. In his heart of hearts, he is a sensitive, emotional dude who feels deeply and knows the clock is running on the rest of his life that he’s neglected in lieu of furthering his career. If there’s one thing that might subdue his parents’ restlessness about him making no real “concrete” life decisions, it would be bringing home someone that actually stuck. If he could avoid heartbreak for life, ensure that a lover would never come between him and his goals, then it would be in the cards.

Since coming to Merrock, he has dated off and on. There’s been nobody serious, but I could see him dating someone for a couple months at max. He’s a little distracted by everything going on in his personal life, so he’s not completely focused on finding someone, but he’s also not opposed to it. He’s just not sure what he wants, and he’s still so young that he doesn’t feel like he needs to worry about what he wants quite yet.

Other than that, he needs people to flirt with and maybe a really good fwb that just hook up when they need stress relief? Who knows, I’m down for anything, really.

If you’ve read this and would still like to plot, please send me a message as I’m always down to start something up! The more, the merrier!

WANTED CONNECTIONS

FRIENDS - He would love to have a friend group! People who make him feel like he can be completely himself.

WORK OUT BUDDIES - Working out is something that Xander is really into, so I’d love to have a person or two he works out with regularly and they just shoot the shit while they do it, try and motivate each other, and cheer for each other when they get a new personal record in. Overall, he’s very much into sports, so anyone sporty or athletic he probably could have crossed paths with.

PET BUDDIES - Xander is looking to get a dog, so maybe he befriends some other pet owners? Or walkers. He’s looking to get a coonhound, because they’re an extension of speed and need all the time outside. Just like him.

SPORTS FANS - Since Xander lived in Boston for a bit, baseball became another sport he liked to watch. The Red Sox are his team. Give him some baseball fans to argue with, to rejoice with, to get into a fight with for some silly arbitrary reason. Also: fuck Boston College.

LINGERING FEELINGS - I’ve also had this idea of a friendship that fell apart because Xander fell in love with a guy and then didn’t know what it was, so he ended up being a complete ass about it. This character was the first guy to really bring him any sort of awareness to his sexuality, and Xander was figuring it all out as he came to terms with that. It wouldn’t have gotten anywhere but they might still be on ends because of it and it might be fun to play with, so hmu if you’re interested!

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND (preferably a female fc) - You know those childhood best friends that parents comment how cute they’d be together? Yeah, that was this character and Xander when they were little kids. At first, they didn’t get a long considering they were set up by their mothers. However, over time they became close friends. Like family, even. This character moved away when they got to middle school, but they kept their steady long distance friendship, and he told her everything despite all of the difficulties they faced. It was when he was drafted in the NHL that caused a rift in their relationship. His calls were less and less, which left this character feeling like she wasn’t a priority anymore. I’m requesting her because of how interesting their dynamic would be to explore.

HIS LITTLE SISTER, JASMINE - As mentioned, Xander here has a little sister that he’s pretty close to. He played his big brother role of helping by stepping in and help take care of her when he needed to. Without a doubt, he’s all about his sister, he loves her and is very protective of her and every single one of his family members. He’s been trying to get his sister to come out and join him in Merrock.

In all honesty, Xander’s open to quite a bit! He’ll have connections with anyone through Touchback since he worked there before quitting. Maybe some people who think he’s a little annoying and can’t mesh with his personality? I’m just spit balling with that. Feel free to throw something at me, I’m game to try anything!

#hc • you get what you give and you give what you get.

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JUMPSTREET - Mark Lee x Johnny Suh

Pairing: Mark Lee x Fem!Reader, Johnny is Mark’s bestfriend, Mentions of Jaehyun and Yuta

Genre: university!au, police!au, a dash of fluff, smut,crack, fraternity!au

warnings: mild violence, mentions of guns, drugs, sexual themes, language

Summary: Mark and Johnny were partners in crime, but when feelings get in the way, will Mark stick to the law or go against it?

Wc: 15.4k

also posted in Ao3

a/n: I hope you enjoy this story heavily inspired by the 21 & 22 Jumpstreet movie franchise, and hopefully I was able to deliver it with my own ideas. Enjoy!

Mark and Johnny start their first official day as policemen after being together in most of their high school years and studying criminology in college. They could not be more excited to see people make trouble until today.

"Let's see who's going to be able to make his first arrest." Johnny bets, scanning around the area with a cup of coffee in his hand, the other on his waist.

"Dude it's a park, what the fuck could possibly happen here?" Mark retorts, unamused.

"Oh you know, it's a crazy world we live in these days." Johnny defends, his gaze fixed on his surroundings.

"Sure it is." Mark continues to read his newspaper as he stands side by side with Johnny.

The two try to at least roam around and patrol over the area, looking for at least an ounce of any violation, it didn't matter if it was serious or not.

Mark spots a kid of about 9 years old near the pond, about to drop a piece of bread into the water.

"Excuse me kid," Mark bluffs, as if it were his first catch of the day. Technically this is his first catch of his career, hopefully.

"What?" the child frowns and looks at him obnoxiously.

"Read the sign," Mark points to it and the kid's eyes follow, but disobeys him anyway.

"It says don't feed the ducks!" Mark argues, but the kid is unbothered.

"Let it go Mark, it's not like bread will kill them. Plus, you can't arrest a child." Johnny scoffs and tries to drag Mark to another area.

Mark lets out a sigh as the kid sticks his tongue out and he does the same before turning his back.

The two had nothing better to do, they were rookies who just got newly assigned to an area that didn't even have any trouble. Almost like they were just there for the sake of. Of course the department treated them as rookies.

Johnny takes out his pistol out of boredom and tosses it for fun. "Woah you know those are loaded right?" Mark warns him while involuntarily taking a step back.

"Yeah and?" Johnny continues to toss and play with it.

"Unload it first!" Mark panics like the goody two shoes that he was.

"Then that would be no fun." Johnny shrugs.

Mark spots a group of middle aged men from afar, but not quite. He squints and tries to take a closer look with his binoculars.

"Yo check it out, aren't those the Outlaws?" He nudges Johnny's shoulder as he takes a look himself.

The Outlaws are a known motorcycle gang in the county, they aren't always bothersome but the both of them are determined to find a loophole.

The two approach the group of men and tell them off because they have parked their motorcycles illegally. But that's not the only thing they notice, these men were stoned. One lights up a joint of Marijuana shamelessly, and Johnny loses his temper. "Excuse me Sir, you do know that the use of Marijuana is illegal right?"

"Oh look," the hideous man spits on the ground. "They must be new. He has the guts to talk to us like that. Nice to see some fresh kids here. You sure you aren't dressing up for... halloween?" The man specifically has his eyes on Mark when he said the last sentence.

Feeling offended, Mark straightens up his stance and acts more like a grown man. "That's a nice joke sir, now hand it over." He says in a stern voice.

"What a scary fella, keep up the good work! Sorry I don't have candy with me." They tease and the two have had enough.

"I'm going to have to search your motorcycle now sir." Johnny insists and doesn't wait for a response, and opens the seat and finds packets of a fine white substance. "These are.." he halts.

"DRUGS!" Mark shouts and immediately gets pushed by one of the gang members.

Johnny immediately gets a sample and keeps it in his pocket and takes his gun out. Mark gets up and does the same. The men try to run away and escape, Johnny runs after them and Mark takes his bike. The two finally get to corner them and Johnny pits one of them on the ground.

"You have the right to," Johnny tries to utter the Miranda Rights as he puts handcuffs on the man that is trying to eagerly resist him. "To shut the fuck up!" Johnny was being too focused on trying to handcuff the suspect and forgets to recite the rest,

Reciting those did not even cross Mark's mind as he just also focused on trying to handcuff the man.

"You are coming with us!" He yells and drags them to the police station, which was only a few meters away from them now.

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As the case was investigated, their chief commends them but then discovers that they forgot to recite the Miranda Rights, which can possibly make the charges be dropped, but thankfully the violation to the law was enough for the men to remain in jail.

"Technically you still did this wrong," the chief puts a hand on his chin and taps the polished wooden table. "But since you're just starting out, i'll give you another offer."

The two young men eye each other, anticipating the chief's suggestion. "An offer?" Johnny asks, straightening up in his seat.

"Jump street." The chief says.

"Wha- what's that?" Mark furrows his eyebrows in curiosity.

"Since the both of you look younger than the rest of the people here, our undercover police unit is in need of officers." The chief informs.

"Please, continue." Johnny lets him explain further.

"You pretend to be college students. It's practically the same, but it would be more suitable for the both of you because it's your crowd. You see crime and injustice, you report. But, you will be disguised as college students to ease the procedures of trying to find what those students have been up to. We have your back." The chief explains.

"Cool." Mark simply says because he is astonished by the idea.

"So where do we report? Do we have a new head quarters?" Johnny asks.

"You will be transferred. Down in 21 Jump St." The deputy Chief declares.

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They head to the headquarters that was disguised as an old chapel. "You sure this is the one?" Mark questions as he gets out of the car.

"It does say 21 Jump St. so, let's have a look." Johnny turns off the engine and both of them enter.

The setting was a typical chapel, but it was dark and full of stock equipment. Mark takes a look at the altar that was dimly lit, and bows before the image of Christ to show respect . Johnny on the other hand was not a person of religion but follows Mark's simple gesture anyways.

"The both of you!" A man shouts from afar, and it echoes, "come over here."

The two are startled but proceed to the hidden room. When they enter they see two women who are already disguised as cheerleaders. Meanwhile the two are still in their police uniforms. The ladies take a look and have a good laugh at them. "You do know that you're supposed to go undercover right?" She says, eyeing them from head to toe.

"W-we didn't get the memo that it was gonna be today.." Mark trails off and fidgets with his hands.

"Go and dress like teenagers! Now!" The chief commands and the two quickly change right away.

When they get back they are briefed by the set of rules they have to follow and about the goals of this undercover project.

"Rule number 1. DO NOT get expelled. No one in the system knows that you are undercover. So be disciplined and don't cause major trouble. Getting expelled would mean that you'll get your asses kicked out of jump street." The chief sternly explains, making the assigned officers hold their breath from fear.

"Rule number 2," the officer walks past the rest and stands in front of Johnny. "DO NOT have any sexual or intimate relationships with the students and professors. You hear that pretty boy?" And specifically locks his eyes on Johnny, making the boy gulp and purse his lips. After the general meeting, the two were called for a detailed one, personally with the chief.

It was said to them that they had to find a synthetic drug that has been spreading around the campus called NCT. A sample of its packaging was shown, it was definitely something you wouldn't think of as a drug. It was about a size of a large coin, and looks like a small biscuit. It was sealed using assorted hand drawn stickers of different objects. They were also advised to never give out their real names, because new identities have been assigned to them. Johnny's being Rolan Kim and Mark's being Kalen Park.

"When the youngsters take this drug, it apparently makes them laser-focused on studying for about an hour. And for the succeeding hours, they party like it's fucking 1999 until they pass out. Infiltrate the dealer, find the supplier." The chief gives his final orders and sends off the both of them for their mission.

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"Dang, we're really going back to college?" Mark says as he finished up packing his things for the dorm that the agency assigned to them. They had to be as realistic as possible.

The two head to the university, reminiscing their own college days. The two might perhaps over-do this whole "blending in" thing, which might give out the disguise.

"Woah their campus is HUGE." Mark says, mesmerized and wears both straps of his backpack.

"Bro, that's not very college of you." Johnny fumbles with the strap of Mark's backpack.

"What?"

"You're two strapping dude. You have to just sling one of them on your shoulder, so it's cool and grown up. You're in college, not middle school." Johnny fixes Mark's bag for him.

"Right. College." He utters to himself. He seems to be enjoying it too much, and starts saying hi to everyone he sees.

"Knock it off, Mark. You're giving us away." Johnny nudges his arm and tries to cooly stride along the campus, keeping his composure.

Mark acknowledges him and goes with the flow. The two arrive in their dorm that they gladly share only among themselves. Mark is new to this, because when he went to college he stayed with his parents. Thankfully he could trust Johnny to always have his back.

The two set their things down and pick their beds, it didn't really matter much since the room had two singles and separate desks for the both of them. It also had a small book shelf that could come in handy, if they ever plan to take lectures seriously.

"Let's just fix these later. We have to go to the Dean's office to confirm our enrollment. Act natural okay?" Johnny lazily brushes his hair back and straightens up his shirt in front of the small mirror that the vanity had.

"Oh- uh okay." Mark leaves the pile of his clothes undone on top of his bed and grabs his phone and keys.

It was the afternoon of fall, the campus has been covered with different hues of orange leaves and subtle sunlight. The breeze was cool but not strong as it blew against their hair. The university seemed peaceful, but they had no idea what went on once the sun sets and the lights are off.

After a couple minutes of walking, the two arrive at the Dean's office for their interview.

"Good afternoon gentlemen, please take a seat." The middle aged man smiles at the both of them.

The two are slightly nervous, but eventually get over it. "Nice to meet you, Mr..." Johnny reads the name plate on the desk "Mr. Bennet." and gives the man his signature smile. Mark does the same and they start their interview.

"Okay, so which one is Rolan and which one is Kalen?" Mr. Bennet asks and there was a short period of silence. Two had seemed to forget which identities were theirs.

Johnny raises his hand, "I'm Rolan sir. Rolan Kim." and he nudges Mark's shoulder.

"Ah yes and I'm Kalen... Park" he barely manages to blurt it out.

The dean furrows his eyebrows but lets it go and proceeds. "So the two of you are?" He asks. They were not prepared for that question.

"Brothers."

"Family friends." the two say at the same time. They give each other a funny look, and Mark gladly saves them from the mishap. "Well we do really treat each other as brothers sir, we grew up together pretty much." and clears his throat. A close call.

"That's good to hear. So Rolan is going to be trying out for the football team and Kalen will try out for the Music club. Those two are very different from each other, but don't worry the opportunities in this school are endless. You can always transfer if you feel that you aren't happy with what you chose." The dean explains and the two acknowledge.

Mr. Bennet goes a little further with the interview and gives them their schedules for the semester then eventually dismisses the two, wishing them well.

"Dude how can you forget the identity that was assigned to you!" Johnny quietly scolds Mark for his slip away.

"I'm sorry okay it's a little confusing!" Mark scratches the back of his head and looks at the floor.

"Ayt, I'll see you later. I have Chemistry in 15 minutes. I can still catch up. What about you?" Johnny asks, putting his hand on his pockets and the other on Mark's shoulder.

"Well, I don't really have any classes for the day anymore. I guess i'll head back to the dorm so I can start unpacking already. I'll see you then. Let me know if you find any leads." Mark gives him a small salute and heads back to the dorms.

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Johnny arrives in the lecture hall and receives strange looks. He tenses up a little but nonetheless shrugs it off and takes a seat next to a boy who looks like a whole generation younger than him.

"Yo, you look really old. Were you held back?" The boy asks in a nosy manner, unintentionally pushing Johnny's buttons.

Johnny clenches his jaw and keeps his composure. "No I don't... You look young. Super young. Were you held forward?" he tries to redeem himself.

"No? Whatever. I'm Haechan by the way." The boy introduces himself.

"Im Joh- Rolan." Johnny almost slips but the latter doesn't notice.

The professor immediately hands a quiz, which Johnny has no idea of because he arrived at an odd time of the semester. He guessed all the questions with all his might. But to be quite honest he also wasn't the best in chemistry when he still went to school.

He turns his paper in and walks towards the exit but gets stopped by Haechan. "Uh do you need help with the topic? You seem to be clueless about it." Which came off as a little rude, but that wasn't his intention at all.

"No." Johnny insists because it hurts his pride. "I know everything." He stiffens up.

"Yeah? Do you know what a covalent bond is then?" The boy cheekily asks.

Johnny bluffs, because he doesn't. Or to put it in a better light, he forgot. "Fuck man, I don't have to tell you what it is."

"Woah, I wasn't trying to be rude. But anyway if you need help you can just ask me. See ya." Then Haechan was off and got lost in the sea of people.

Apparently, it was Johnny's last class for the day because it was already almost evening. He texts Mark to inform him that he's heading back to the dorm as well. He doesn't let his guard down and continues to observe the students if they're up to anything suspicious.

As he walked to the dorm, he saw a bunch of boys that were about as tall as he was but more athletic gather around the corner of the football field. He acts nonchalant but keeps an eye on what they are up to. He tries to move closer to the scene without getting caught and acts like he's only passing by.

"Yo hook me up with some more of those, I can't fail my classes or else i'll get kicked out of the team." One says to the other.

Johnny immediately pulls his phone out to text Mark about what he just heard and hurries back.

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"Dude, as expected the football team has it. I'm trying out tomorrow and I'll surely get with them." Johnny discusses with Mark.

"Yeah? Can I come watch your tryouts? So I can see what they look like." Mark requests.

"Sure. 2pm at the field." Johnny informs him.

The two were mostly busy arranging their stuff in the room until they heard a knock on the door. Mark offers to get it.

"Hey new neighbors!" two men appear with big smiles.

"Oh hey, uh... thanks?" Mark blankly answers as he was usually awkward meeting with new people.

Johnny comes and checks to see who it was, and to his surprise, it was Haechan and his roommate.

"Oh hey Haechan, and hey..." Johnny looks at the unfamiliar guy.

"Renjun." He smiles.

"Right Renjun." Johnny nods. "Oh by the way Kalen, I go to the same biology class as Haechan." Johnny calls Mark by his fake name.

"Oh cool, what about you Renjun, what's your major?" Mark asks.

"Classical music!" Renjun enthusiastically says.

"Oh I'm in Music Prod! I'll probably see you around during org meetings." Mark smiles.

Their neighbors introduce tips for them that could be useful during their stay and seem to be genuinely nice people. But Mark and Johnny cannot trust anyone, so they keep their guards up and try their best to not give anything away.

Although it may have seemed like an easy task for them, it wasn't. The drug was all over the school, it was going to be difficult to find the root of it if they ignored even the smallest details that could lead them to find out the supplier.

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The following day, the two wake up early ready to officially start the day. Mark and Johnny head to their own classes, hoping that they find out something about the case today.

Mark enters the lecture hall for his Philosophy class. It was almost 80 percent full as it was a basic class for almost everyone. He awkwardly looks around, hoping to find a seat that wasn't as far because of his bad eyesight.

"Psst." You try to catch his attention. When he looks over, you tap the vacant seat next to you, "you can sit here." You offer.

"T-thanks." He says and gives you a smile.

"You seem like a new face. I'm Y/N" You say to him because you have observed the people in this class every day.

"I'm Kalen. Kalen Park." he scratches the back of his head. "I uh, just got enrolled yesterday. You know, when your family moves into another town... yeah" he trails off with his made-up excuse.

"Yeah, it's fine. Don't worry about it." You genuinely assure him, "It's college. You can take your time." You chuckle because he was so awkward, but seemed very kind.

"Definitely." He bites his lip, unsure if he should keep talking or not. But the professor arrives just on time.

He observes his surroundings and keeps an eye on suspicious students that might have a link to what they were looking for. He whispers to the guy in front of him who was just playing games on his laptop and wasn't listening in class. "Hey, do you know where I can get myself some NCT?"

The guy raises his brows in doubt, "are you a narc?" and might have said it way too loudly.

Mark tries to brush it off with a stiff laugh "What are you talking about man? I'm not I swear." and refuses to make eye contact.

The airhead lets it go and slips mark a cellphone number that could possibly be a step closer to what they were looking for. "Just text them "looking for a hookup" and they'll know what you're talking about."

"Thanks, man." He gives him a small pat on the back just to show that he wasn't up to anything, which actually just makes him more suspicious. Thankfully, the guy didn't really care.

Mark was delighted to have found a lead easily, and immediately texts Johnny about it. After that, he actually paid attention to the class, just because it genuinely fascinated him.

When it ended he immediately gathered his stuff and put on his backpack, ready to meet Johnny.

"Psst, two strapper!" You call out and try to barely tap his shoulder.

He looks back and immediately drops one strap of his backpack off his shoulders, he definitely forgot about what Johnny has advised him. He scratches the back of his head with his hands on his pocket, "yeah?"

"You free this evening?" You casually ask.

He nervously gulps because he really has to be somewhere right now, but he didn't want to be rude. "Uhm, I guess? I don't know yet. Why?"

"We're having a poetry slam at the art hall, you might be interested. I saw some good stuff you wrote in your notebook" you smile, hoping that it doesn't freak him out that you saw one of his works.

His eyes widened, "oh, okay cool I guess I can try. But I have somewhere to be right now, I'll see you..around." And he awkwardly walks off.

You furrow your brows because of his strange mannerisms, but he seemed like no trouble at all. In fact, it was kind of cute, how awkward he was.

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It was time for Johnny's football tryouts. Given that he was already good at it during the time that he was actually in college.

Johnny was naturally a sociable person, he blended well with crowds and easily made friends. That's why this was the perfect place for him to be in. He sits himself at the bench while he wears the spare uniforms from the team and is greeted by a dude that was a little shorter than he was, "Goodluck" the boy with ash purple hair says.

"Thanks!" he enthusiastically replies.

"Captain! We need you for a sec." the coach calls, then the boy who has wished him luck gets up and reports to the coach. Well, he did give off an impression of one. He was highly presentable, his smile was hospitable, his form was great and his attitude was pleasant. Everything else—was just the ideal makings of a captain.

The tryouts start and Johnny looks around for Mark, who had just arrived and casually sat himself on the bleachers, waving at Johnny from afar. As the tryouts went on and finished, the coach praised everyone who attended for a job well done and announced the new members who had qualified. All of which included Johnny of course.

"Hey man, great job out there." The captain is back on Johnny's side to praise him.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm Rolan by the way." He introduces himself.

"Of course I know, I was the one who picked you from the list." He laughs, "Jaehyun. Jeong Jaehyun."

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"Hey!" Mark hears a familiar voice faintly calling his name. He searches for it but takes him awhile because of how wide the campus is. "Over here two stapper," you chuckle and he finally sees.

"Oh hey," he muttered quite embarrassed at how awkward he was.

He takes a seat next to you at the bench near the hall of the poetry slam event, he wanted to go together. "Chilly night huh? I should've brought my sweater.." You trail off, rubbing your arms for warmth.

You didn't mean for it to come off that way, but Mark willingly takes off his jacket and offers it to you. "Oh it's alright really-" you insist.

"No it's fine, I'm from Canada, this is nothing." He laughs.

You nod your head with his remark, and proceed to wear his jacket. It was quite big on you, but it was definitely cozy. "Shall we go?" You ask, standing up.

He nods and lets you lead him to the hall. The campus was only lit by lamp posts at this hour, but there were many sculptures in the school of arts that he had wished to see better. Well, there was always next time.

The both of you enter the hall which was quite filled with students already. It had been set up like a cafe, with a small platform in front that was lit with a spotlight.

"Give it up for Naya Kim everybody!" the emcee announces, encouraging everyone to give the person a round of applause after presenting a spoken word. "Do we have another volunteer?'

The crowd falls silent as everyone looks around, mindlessly making eye contact with each other, waiting on who was going next.

"Anyone?" The emcee taps the mic.

"I have one!" You yell, and Mark looks at you with wide eyes.

"Dude no-" he resists, trying to shrink himself into his chair.

"C'mon it'll be fun!" You nudge his shoulder, "We have Kalen over here!" You grab his wrist and raise his arm for him, even if he was resisting it, he had no choice.

The emcee squints and eyes the both of you and acknowledges you volunteering your new friend. "Alright we have Kalen next! Stage is yours." The emcee steps off.

He had all eyes on him now, eyes hungry of anticipation and to witness raw talent amongst themselves.

"G-good evening everyone." he greets, holding onto the mic tightly and takes a deep breath. His expression changes into a serious one.

Will it ever come?

The nights know me well.

I was a frequent by-passer but now I am no stranger.

A boy who grew up with sharks does not need to be taught how to swim.

Good night,

These words feel like the vast sky

Darkness, but not hollow.

Black but not bitter.

After he recites his poem he becomes flustered again from the faint applause he had received from the audience that was present, he puts the mic back to its stand and does a small bow.

"Not bad, tiger" You pat him on the back. There was more to him than what meets the eye, you just knew.

"You think so?" He says with hopeful eyes.

"Yeah!" You assure him.

The rest of the evening passes by with the both of you having a splendid time watching others unleash their passion and talent for reciting spoken word and poetry. Some were tear jerking and some were downright hilarious. So this is college. Mark thinks to himself.

In the past he had always been a loner who didn't go to many parties because of his strict and conservative parents.

He was way beyond his borders now. But he couldn't get carried away. No, this isn't a time for him to redeem himself from his early years, this was time for him to perform his duties. So he snaps out of his little daydream.

As the both of you were seated at the bench in front of the hall where he found you, he had asked you about your major.

"Fine arts." you laugh bitterly.

"What's wrong? You don't seem like you're happy with it…" He trails off, swinging his feet that was hanging off the bench.

You shake your head no, "I am. It's just that my parents don't really know I took this course. I told them I got a scholarship and they were just relieved that they didn't have to pay anymore. Otherwise they'd force me into some business course or something "more practical"" you emphasize with air quotes.

"I see. Okay so fine arts huh?" He tries to lighten the mood. "What can you say about that one over there?" Mark points to the sculpture to your left, about 20 metres away.

"They're like two beings, leaning on each other" you pause, dramatically for impact, "They support each other so one doesn't fall." you interpret.

He seems impressed, then asks "Support huh? How about you? Do you have anyone—who supports you?"

"Hm, not really, no. I like to be alone and just spend time with myself." Your eyes wander but all you could think about is how he's looking at you with such attentiveness and interest.

He chuckles, "I feel you. You know I'm an expert at being alone. Don't you just love it when you're in a room full of people but no one gives a shit about your presence?" He claps his hands together just once then purses his lips into a bitter lopsided smile. "Yep. Had a lot of those." He masks his personal statement with humor.

"Well," You say, kicking the shortly-trimmed grass on the building's lawn. "If you don't wanna be alone, you walk me to my dorm" you offer.

He looks around and takes no time to think about it, feeling that it was unsafe for you to go alone. "Sure." He smiles.

The walk to your dorm was silent but comfortable. You weren't sure if he was quite a talker or just shy. But one thing you couldn't get out of your head was how unconventionally attractive he was. You've never gotten a vibe like his before and you've been in this university for 2 years already. You wanted to get something out of him even if it takes you to be the bold one here.

"We're here," You whisper, looking at him seductively. Like you were a puppy begging to not be left alone. "Do you wanna come in? My roommate left for the weekend" you smirk.

Mark gulps. He had been resisting this kind of tension he had with you ever since he met you. But you made it so hard. "Come on," you say, putting your hand at the back of his neck while tracing mindless patterns on it with your finger.

"My brother he might be-"

"Oh you have a brother? Is he hot?" You joke.

His eyes are wide with stitched eyebrows. But eventually catches on. "Nah." and he pulls you closer to him by the waist. His eyes now staring at you deeply, so hungrily like he was that tiger you called him as earlier. Come and get it.

Without any words said, he had finally crashed his lips onto yours. And you kissed him hard. Like you wanted to have him to all yourself at that very moment. Your tongue grazes his lower lip, begging for entrance which he had granted. Your tongues meshed together at a quick pace, with the heat of your core starting to throb.

You push yourself closer to him and you start to feel his prominence and unconsciously grind on his jeans, making him grunt. You break the kiss for a quick moment, his eyes are glazed and his mouth agape, out of breath. You turn around and enter the code to your dorm and pull him inside.

For a brief moment that your bodies were detached, Mark couldn't stop wanting more. Not even thinking the slightest of the consequences of this act that will dawn upon him if it ever gets out.

You were back to slamming your body with his as you took off his jacket, making it fall to the floor. His hands snake underneath your shirt and started roaming around your body while he peppered kisses on your neck. With a swift flick of his fingers he had unclasped your bra and his hands groped your breasts, you threw your head back as he buried his face in your clothed cleavage. Like he was begging for this bothersome piece of clothing to be gone.

You grant his invisible wish and quickly lift your shirt off, while your bra falls off your arms naturally, his mouth watering at the sight. You trace his abs underneath his shirt, your core getting wetter with how toned they were based on your touch.

And you didn’t doubt the results one bit. When you lift his shirt, his torso was delicately lean, toned in all the right places that your mouth could water at the sight of it. You bite your lip and roll your eyes at the sensation of him sucking your tits, his grip on you intense but gentle.

“I don’t have condoms right now, so this is going to be all about you.” He whispers seductively, feeling your wetness through your soaked panties. You softly moan at the sensation and hungrily kiss him again, not having any moment to waste.

When he slides two fingers to massage your folds, you whimper. "Fuck," you breathe.

"God, that's hot." He says with a hitched breath. You couldn't possibly get any more turned on right now.

When he slips his digits in your cunt—you go fucking insane. You haven't felt this good in quite a while, it made you ecstatic to remember how fucking good this feeling was, you hoped that this wouldn't be the last. Mark was different.

He picks up his pace, and you try to keep your composure, but the forced arch of your back says otherwise. You grab a pillow to cover your face, scared that you would be too loud and get caught, or else this would be the last time for the both of you.

“My fucking God.” You whimper, pulling Mark’s head on your chest, holding onto him for dear life because you just entirely lost control of it all. He finishes you off like his life depended on it, licking your wetness from his fingers, savouring it, then wipes his fingers on his jeans.

“You were so good to me, yeah?” He chuckles when you are left speechless.

“What about you?” You ask, looking at his crotch that was painfully hard.

“It’s- It’s alright. You don’t have to” He says, and it makes your heart thaw like ice. You didn’t deserve him.

“But I want to.” You plead, you couldn’t possibly resist him. “Come here,” You say, rubbing your palm against his jeans.

You didn’t waste anymore time and unzipped his pants, lowering it with his boxers just enough t make his cock lightly hit his stomach. His size is definitely more than what you expected. You take his wet, glistening cock in your hands and pump it gently, smirking in satisfaction when you hear him hiss and moan softly.

“Can you keep it down for me, tiger? We might not be able to do this again,” You coo, and he obediently nods, grazing your lower lip with his tongue, asking for entrance which you gladly grant but not for long.

You smile as you lowered your head down to his throbbing member, licking the precum that had escaped the tip. Mark bites his lip, trying to keep as quiet as possible. You slowly put his dick in your mouth, testing a few times how far you could go. He bucks his hips by accident, making you gag very slightly. “I’m so sorry,” He strokes your hair away from your face. You keep going until you reach the brim, a throaty moan escapes his lips when he couldn’t take it anymore.

You bob your head up and down in a consistent pace while he holds your hair, “You’re such a good girl” He says, throwing his head back. You keep going until you feel tears slowly coming out of your eyes and tried to hollow your cheeks as much as possible, he was so close.

“You don’t have to swallow,” he says, pulling back from you. Nonsense. You were more than willing to.

“I want to.” You say, putting his cock back in your mouth.

With a few last pumps, his member twitches in your mouth and you feel his warm release and take it all in. You wipe the sides of your mouth as you finish, giving him a sweet smile.

After the both of you pass out on your bed, Mark has lost track of time and receives a text from Johnny.

"Dude where the fuck are you? Do you know what time it is?"

Mark jolts up and checks the time, 2:45am. Shit, he was screwed. He quickly gathers his clothes that had been thrown around your room and dresses himself in panic.

"I'm sorry, uh Joh- Rolan, my brother has been waiting for me at our dorm, I lost track of time and i think he'll beat my dick off," He nervously chuckles, almost forgetting to use his fake identity again. He has got to get used to it.

"Not if i did it first" You both burst out laughing. "Alright, I'll see you in class." You say, snuggling yourself in your blanket and shutting your eyes.

He leaves your dorm quietly and runs a hand through his hair before giving Johnny a call.

"Dude listen-"

"Are you fucking around Mark?" Johnny answers, clearly enraged.

Mark was scared as shit but never misses the chance to fuck around Johnny. "I might've."

"Get your ass back here, Lee"

"Ayt."

He slips his phone back to his pocket and starts walking briskly to their dorm. Damn this campus was mad creepy that it actually brought chills to his body. He wondered why he felt so cold then realized he left his jacket at your place. It was too late for him to get it back so he settled by running to warm his body up.

Finally, he was back at the dorm. He hesitates to turn the doorknob because he knows he will be dead meat or nagged to death by Johnny. Or not.

"Where you been huh?" Johnny examines him, standing up from his bed. He sniffs Mark and the latter flinches. "You smell like sex!" He slaps his shoulder.

"You crazy? Some expert or something" Mark brushes him off. Wincing at the sting Johnny's palm gave to the skin of his shoulder.

"I should know, Mark." His mood was lighter now. "But who did you fu- i mean have sex with? we just got here wildcat"

"A girl I met in class like uh… awhile ago" The younger bites his lip trying to keep a smile from escaping his lips. He shouldn't be feeling this giddy over a rule that he broke for you.

Johnny could not believe what he was hearing right now, "Dang. Cheeky boy." He laughs, actually feeling happy for Mark. He can have a little fun, Johnny had his back when it came to these things.

The elder changes the topic and lets this slide. Johnny talks about the leads he gathered from hanging out with the football team. Which were still very much confusing since this substance is all over the campus. Meanwhile, Mark didn't have much besides that number he gave Johnny. Considering he was with the "decent" crowd of people today.

---

The two head to their quarters to report to their chief the next day, trying to ask for help on how they could improve this investigation.

The chief dumps a folder on the table and says, "This is what the deputy gave us recently. Take a look." He opens the folder into a specific case file to discuss with the two.

"Who's this?" Mark points at the picture of a girl, who seemed like they were around the same age as the people at University.

"Lee Minjung." the chief rubs his hands together. "Took some NCT and got locked out of her dorm, so she ended up falling off the roof and dying." The two are shocked by this revelation, it was more serious than they thought.

The chief flips a page, "Here's a picture of her buying the drug." The photograph had two people in it, one that had a visible face which was Minjung, and one guy who's back was facing the camera. He wore a hat so they couldn't really tell who it was. But one thing they could point out is the reflection on the window of the car beside them.

"Dude, look at this," Mark points out his observation to Johnny. "He has a tattoo, we could start with this."

"Bingo. There's your lead." The chief closes the folder and puts it back in his file. "The next time you get back here your asses better be presenting me some actual progress. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

----

Johnny and Mark head to the resident tattoo artist that was near the university, apparently they do most of the tattoos of the students there.

"Excuse me," They knocked on the table of the artist who was currently at the back of the shop.

The tattoo artist arrives out front and asks how they could help the two.

"We're looking for this tattoo, is it familiar to you?" Johnny asks while showing the artists the photograph.

The artist tries to think hard, but gives a hasty answer. "I'm not sure, there's too many of them who got that."

Mark pushes the subject, "Them? Do you think it's some kind of group tattoo?"

"I guess so. They were boys, all of them. Very masculine, had the body of an athlete if I were to put it at that." The artist states.

Mark and Johnny look at each other as if there were light bulbs above their heads. "Thank you!" Mark says and they run off the shop.

The possibility of this being in the football team was huge. They were athletes, and under a lot of pressure. They had reasons to use this drug but it wasn't an excuse for them not to eliminate this. They had to get to the bottom of this before it ends up like Minjung's case again.

---

Johnny was at football practice while Mark stood by the bleachers, watching the team and trying to look out as usual until Johnny calls him over to come down for a bit.

"Jaehyun, this is Kalen, my brother." He introduces him. With his assigned name.

Jaehyun chortles in disbelief when he sees Mark. "You have a brother?" He asks and Johnny nods.

"Sup," Mark tries to give him a bro hug, but Jaehyun shakes his hand instead.

Jaehyun pays no mind to Mark's presence and diverts his attention back to Johnny and proceeds to talk about their game plan.

When practice ends he tells Johnny that the football team plans to host a party tonight. It would be the perfect opportunity for them to keep an eye on everyone.

"Can I come?" Mark asks.

Jaehyun eyes him from the side, "Yeah uh sure" and only bids goodbye to Johnny. "See ya bro."

Mark could already feel that he didn't belong in this crowd, but he and Johnny had to stick together and investigate.

The night of the party came and the two brothers were stoked. "Our first frat party." Mark thought.

"Your first frat party." Johnny spat playfully, trying to meticulously style and wax his hair.

Mark scoffs, still trying to figure out what shirt to wear but at the end, he settles with a navy blue Ralph Lauren shirt. He was too lazy to fix his hair and wears a cap instead.

Johnny tosses Mark something that he thinks the younger might need later on.

"Are you for real? A condom?" A baffled Mark says in disbelief, but sliding it in his pocket anyway.

"You'll never know wildcat. You'll never know." He gives him a mischievous wink.

This wasn't just any party to them, this was an operation. Though they chose to leave for the party unarmed, they were thankfully trained well for hand to hand combat, just in case things went extremely wrong. But that was besides the point, they couldn't destroy their chances of blending in.

When the tandem arrives at the party, the elder was the only one to be greeted enthusiastically, Mark shakes it off simply because being friends with these jocks were the last thing on his list. It was Johnny's call if it didn't work for him, they had their roles.

"Go around for a bit, I'll take care of him." Johnny whispers to Mark with a drink already in his hand.

Mark shrugs his shoulders and explores the frat house, lit with red and blue, music blaring through speakers and the muffled conversations from the people that filled it.

Nothing seemed too off the bat here, it was everything you would expect a frat party to be. There hasn't been a trace of NCT anywhere, or maybe it was because they were being taken too discreetly.

"Want some?" a random guy nudges him, discreetly handing a packet of the substance. He takes it and plays it cool.

"Yo, sick. Thanks man." He pats him on the back.

“Yo it’s not free.” The guy laughs then it disappears. “20 bucks.”

Mark's smile fades, embarrassed. Thank god he brought his wallet. “Here. Thanks.”

"Don't sweat it." and he gives him a small salute.

Mark quickly slides it in his pocket, to keep as evidence later.

"Bad boy." You snake your hands around his shoulders. "Want some?" You offer your red punch with vodka.

His eyes widen, but eases under your touch. Finally, someone who's familiar. Overly familiar. "Hey, y/n" he shakes his head no. "I don't feel like drinking tonight" he makes up an excuse.

"So are you…"

"Am i?"

"Are you going to take that?" You say, pointing at the pocket where he hid it.

Uncertain, he shakes his head no. "But should I? Have you ever had one of these?"

"Oh god no." You say in disgust. "I have seen people's reactions to it though. It's borderline batshit crazy, those things." You explain. Hoping that he wouldn't ever try taking those. You knew about the whole Minjung incident. "One of the girls who lived next door died because of it."

Your remark sparks an interest in him. "Minjung?" He questions. This could be a big help to their operation. But it wasn't a good time to interrogate you.

You raise your brows, "How'd you know her name?"

He fakes a cough and tries to quickly think of a reason. "Mr- Mr. Benett told us. He said that recently a student passed away but never said it was because of the drug…"

You crease up, "That old man is fucking clueless." You cross your arms. "But I'm just looking out for you okay? There's safer ways to have fun."

"Right " He pursues a smile.

Too much fun wasn't part of the plan tonight but you made it difficult for him to do his job. Effortlessly.

You fake a pout. "C'mon tiger, live a little! It's not going to be that bad." You try to convince him, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to keep your drink from spilling, his arms naturally overlapping and resting just right above your ass.

To hell with this. He's been dreaming of this his entire life. After being in such a conservative family and all, he deserved to try new things out. He was old enough. He thinks to himself, while catching a glimpse of Johnny chugging down a keg. "You're right." he smirks, and you offer your drink for him to taste.

Mark's face scrunches a little from the alcohol, but it felt nice. Good enough for him to grab you by the arm and head to get one himself.

He scans the counter full of different drinks with a variety of colored juices. He chooses the blue lemonade with vodka which you gladly made, handing him the red plastic cup after. "Cheers" you say, delighted with the smile he gave you.

It wasn't long enough until the both of you were back to dancing again, not giving a care like everyone else. He could kiss you right now. And he did, he couldn't miss the opportunity to make your tongues turn purple.

----

Johnny has done everything with all his might to get along with these jocks, kids these days do party harder huh? He doesn't remember having this kind of intolerance to alcohol before, he had to get it out of his system before he forgets what he's really here for.

"Nah this dude's a goner!" Yuta enthusiastically points at Johnny, who now had both of his hands on his knees.

"Hold on, I gotta have some air outside" he raises his arms in defeat, words slurring out of his mouth and vision so blurred he could barely tell where he's going. Finally after much stumbling and ending up in filthy corners, he managed to find a bathroom. Not a usable one though.

"Oh god- sorry" He says as he sees two people fucking each other's guts out on on the sink. "Nevermind" he immediately shuts the door and leaves them alone. It didn't take long for him to just head outside and vomit on the lawn of the frat house. Oh yes, great fertilizer.

Johnny regains a very small amount of composure and he felt someone tap and rub his back. "You okay?" Jaehyun chuckles, with a drunk Yuta tagging along.

Johnny takes a deep breath and tries to stand straight with all his might, trying to act like everything was under control. "Shits wild here" He chaffs, but his brows furrow when he sees a familiar pattern on Yuta's skin. "What's that you got there?" Johnny tries to reach for the latter's arm carefully.

Yuta excitedly raises his sleeve, revealing a tattoo. "Oh this? It's a tattoo man. Gotta get inked at some point!" Yuta says, proudly. "Do you want one? I know a place!"

Jaehyun sighs. He was hyperactive again. "Yuta-"

"What? C'mon look I got this as soon as I got out of my parent's house. Those folks made me feel like I was in jail!" The drunk boy overshares. Johnny pays attention because there was a possibility that these thoughts were sober.

Johnny was quickly disappointed, but not surprised. "Yeah? That's cool. I'll pass. Kinda scared of needles..." He trails off.

"Pfft. Pussy." Yuta spat, Johnny was ready to give him a piece of his knuckles.

Jaehyun blocks Johnny with his arm, "Cut him some slack man, I've known this guy since high school. Let him have his fun. He won't even remember this."

The three head back inside to enjoy the rest of the party when the duo completely forget what they were initially here for. Johnny had spent the rest of the night enjoying himself, so did Mark.

You and Mark decided to play along with the drinking games these people planned, with the faces that you will surely forget by tomorrow.

You've already had a couple to drink, so it became harder for you to aim in beer pong. Luckily, Mark was right behind you, with a steady grip on your hips and one arm helping you aim for the ball.

You close one eye trying to focus as he helped you aim for the cup. "She shoots, she scores!" he shouts playfully and there goes another drink for you.

"You still alright? We can stop if you want," He whispers, lips tingling on your collarbone, sending chills to your spine.

You turn to face him, a gentle hand on his lean chest. "I want you.". You whisper, dragging a painfully slow finger to his lips. You were so knit together that you could feel the growing tent in his pants on your throbbing core. He was irresistible.

He gulps. Here comes nothing. Johnny sure knows his shit huh?

Mark quickly leads you upstairs, looking for a vacant room to settle in. He turned the knobs one by one but they were all locked, your last resort was a surprisingly available restroom.

"Will this do for you?" Mark hesitates, because he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

Your tipsy self playfully pinches his cheek, "You do it for me, tiger." And it was enough to drive him to the edge.

As soon as the both of you enter the bathroom, your lips connect once again, sloppily kissing each other like you were out of your minds. Like you wanted to swallow and consume this man whole.

"I want you to see for yourself how crazy you make me." You say through the slapdash kisses.

He puts a hand under your dress, feeling your drenched cunt. "You're so fucking wet. Is this all for me?" He says out of breath, mouth almost watering with the thought of your pussy in his mouth.

"All yours baby." You bite his lower lip and stick out your tongue for him to suck.

He raises your dress just below your ribcage and slides down your black lace lingerie as it fell to your ankles, "Just so you know, I'm keeping this." Mark smirks as he quickly puts it in his pocket.

"It's meant to be yours," You purr, setting your back flat on the cold tiled wall, throwing your head back at the sensation of Mark leaving wet kisses on your thighs.

He kneels and places your legs over his shoulders, lifting your feet off the ground. He was sturdy as a rock as his two arms held your thighs for support while you removed his cap for you to wear over your head and your fingers to be locked in his hair.

"Fuck." You hiss as his tongue lapped on your folds, slurping on your wetness like he worshiped you. He sucked repeatedly on your clit making your legs tremble, so good that you might fall over but his reflexes were out of his world and he knew where exactly to support you.

Your eyes painfully roll to the back of your head from the sensation he was giving you, "God, Kalen don't fucking stop-" you moan and you swear this man had some spell casted on his mouth by how magical it worked.

You grind your hips involuntarily as his mouth followed it, like this could not get any better than it already was. But you could only take so much. "Kalen I'm gonna cum, fuck"

"It's not over until it's over baby," he sets you down and removes his mouth from your pussy, you could barely stand with your legs feeling like absolute gelatin.

Mark gets a condom out of his pocket and quickly unbuckles his belt, making his jeans fall to the ground and expose his throbbing cock, boxers wet with precum.

"You think you can last longer for me baby girl?"

You could only nod your head eagerly because you were growing extremely impatient.

He wraps your legs around his waist in a swift move. "Good girl" He whispers, and you were more than ready to take him. Again and again.

He inserts himself inside you, stretching your walls and you whimper, wrapping your arms around his head to keep his face close to the valley of your breasts.

"That's right, open up for me, pretty girl." He pleads as he continues to thrust in a steady pace. Breath hitched as he brought his face up to you, slurping your tongue once more like it was a popsicle that he couldn't get enough of. "Taking me so well like always huh?" he chuckles and picks up his pace, throaty moans escaping his mouth.

Thank fuck the music in this house was loud enough to blow off people's eardrums, making your moans almost inaudible outside, but loud enough for Marks pleasure. For his ears only.

“Fuck I’m almost-” Mark huffs, “there.” he breathes. When his pace becomes sloppy and finally comes, you hold onto him, your legs numb that you could barely stand on your own. Conscious with the fact that Mark will get to see how fucked out you look, but he absolutely loved it.

-----

"What'd I tell ya? That condom didn't go to waste." Johnny snickers while laying in bed, tossing his football.

Head in the clouds with the thought of you, Mark could only smile to himself but quickly changes the subject before they both lose all purpose.

"Find anything out yet?" Mark asks mindlessly, because all he could think about was you.

"Nope." Johnny says, popping the p. He lied.

And something clicks with Mark. That packet of NCT he managed to keep in his pocket. He rushes over to his hamper and flips the pockets of his pants.

"Someone handed it to me yesterday, I kept it for evidence to bring at the headquarters." He hands the packet to Johnny.

The elder observes it, trying to push the thought of Yuta possibly being a dealer to the very back of his head right now. Give it time. Mark was just starting to enjoy being with you, Johnny has been enjoying being one of the new aces in the football team, it wouldn't hurt to hold it out for a little while.

"Also," Mark adds, "Y/n knows about Minjung. Said she lived across the hall."

"And?" Johnny anticipates.

"That's all I know for now. It's still a big step though." Mark concludes.

----

Johnny spends his free time hanging with Jaehyun and the rest of the boys. If not in practice, they hit the gym to always be in tip-top shape.

Yuta swings a heavy arm over Johnny's shoulders, "Well isn't it our quitter!"

Johnny shoots Jaehyun a look, "You told me he wouldn't remember."

Jaehyun could only chuckle, "Well he did."

Yuta was loud as a goose, he seemed to have so much more energy than the other members of the team that Johnny became suspicious of where it came from.

He recalls the time when the chief described the effects of the NCT substance, and one of them was being focused and hyperactive.

Yuta, besides being silly, was on top of his own game. After joking around he was a hundred percent focused on the gym, his reps were consistent, his routines were clean. Jaehyun tells Johnny that Yuta was also one of the greatest instruments of the football team. Though not gifted with the brightest mind, he worked hard to stay in this university to prove his parents wrong—and to avoid business school.

He was a potential heir to a known electronics company in Japan, but he insisted that he pursue being part of the varsity team to keep his scholarship in sports science. Which until now was an endless debate between him and his parents.

Jaehyun had invited Johnny to stay over at the frat house to hang out, and he did.

It was different to see it in daylight, with no people partying, no vomit and crushed chips on the floor, it looked well taken care of.

"You guys clean this up yourselves after every party?" Johnny asks, impressed.

"Yep," Jaehyun proudly says.

"You gotta look out for the shit they leave behind here. It's amusing." Yuta retorts.

Johnny raises a brow, "Oh yeah? Like what?"

Without wit, Yuta replies, "Drugs"

Johnny, absolutely being taken back by his bold remark was immediately clutched by Jaehyun, "He doesn't mean it."

His suspicion grew so much that he couldn't help but finally bring up the subject. "Like what? Like NCT?" he enunciates.

Jaehyun, quite astounded by Johnny's knowledge with the substance replies, "Hm maybe. You know about that?"

And he was in the trance. "Heard of it yeah, can you hook me up with some?

"Oh sure it’s right-" Yuta reaches for his pocket, "here." and sticks his middle finger out playfully. Johnny swats it away.

"Woah there-" Jaehyun almost bust a gut while laughing. "You're definitely new to this. We don't have any." He tells Johnny. "Don't be such a narc."

Way too defensively, Johnny retorts, "I'm not!"

"That's what they all say." Yuta shrugs with a chuckle.

He spends the rest of the afternoon with them and surprisingly hasn't dealt with unusual rituals and behavior. They acted their age, playing games on a PS5, drinking soda until their bladders exploded, filling themselves with junk food and spray cheese. He could be wrong about them after all.

----

Days passed and not a single thing has led them closer to their target person, it was harder than they thought even when everything felt like it was right in front of them.

"Student-Parent day is coming soon, are you going?" You ask Mark as you take a sip of your coffee.

You took him to your favorite coffee shop for the first time, it's a nice and quiet place for you to study and relax.

"They have those?" Mark hesitates because then he'd have to tell his parents that he's undercover and they'd forget and blow it for him. "I guess so."

"Good. Because I'd like you to meet my parents." You smile. Though you didn't know where you stood with Mark, the past few weeks with him had been a breath of fresh air. He was kind, funny and supportive. He was simple yet his ways of showing his thoughts were sophisticated, never had you once thought that you would get along so well with a person in such a short time. You weren't the one to ask for labels though. You simply liked to enjoy whatever you had at the moment. In your experience, putting labels on things just always gave a reason for it to vanish.

"What why?" He says, a little too surprised.

"Look Kalen, don't break a sweat with this. I'm just going to introduce you. They won't mind." You assure him.

He simply leaves the topic behind and ponders on how he could make this work. He was scared because you had no idea that this was all temporary, and he's terrified by the fact that he wishes it wasn't. He was finding all the possible reasons and excuses to retract himself from this relationship he has with you, but all you ever gave him was a reason to stay. It broke his heart knowing that one day, he'll have to disappoint you with the truth.

"Something wrong?"

He snaps out of it. "Nothing." and forces a smile.

-----

"We aren't making any progress man," Mark runs a hand through his hair and sighs. His back falls heavily on his bed.

Johnny anxiously bites his lap, eyes fixated on the floor. "Yuta has a tattoo…"

"What?" the younger jolts up.

Johnny backs up defensively, "But it wasn't the one we saw! You know how the tattoo artist said he's done a couple of those."

"Are you shitting me right now? We've been trying to find it for weeks! Why didn't you tell me?" His voice raises, and a vein on his forehead couldn't help but emerge.

"I don't think it's him man, I told you it’s not the same tattoo" Johnny defends.

Mark lets out a pungent laugh, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek, his jaw stiffens. "Right. I knew it. " He says in disbelief. "Everything's right in front of you already! Too scared to bust your new besties now?"

"They aren't my new besties stop making up bullshit." The elder stubbornly defends.

"No you stop because I'm actually trying here!"

"Oh you are? Explain why you're getting so serious with that girl of yours. Wait until she finds out that she's just part of the plan." He jumps on Mark's throat and walks out of the room.

The thing is, you weren't even part of the plan. Not at all.

-----

"You better have good shit for me today." The chief clearly was not being in his best mood today.

Mark scoffs, he and Johnny had not settled their differences since the fight from two days ago, they were doing their own investigations without communicating. Which was a big no.

"Ask the big guy here, I'm sure he has something." Tongue in his cheek, Mark glares.

The chief slams a big hand on the table and shouts, "Stop acting like fucking children!"

Johnny stiffened up on his seat, and gulped before he spoke. "I think we need to initiate a drug test on one of the students, chief. I have my eye on this one person. We could pretend to say that the thing is randomized and mandatory. If the intel can look up information about his parents, we could send a pretend automated message about their child being randomly selected for a drug test."

The chief seems to be taking Johnny's point well, "And who is this you suspect?"

"Nakamoto Yuta."

Mark looks at Johnny with wide eyes, he thought Johnny wouldn't be turning him in.

"I see. I'll get the department to execute this idea of yours and we'll let you know right away. Dismissed."

Mark catches up to Johnny who had been walking ahead of him and tries to reach for the elder's shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Let go of me," Johnny knocks Mark's hand off his shoulder. "Are you happy now?"

Dumbfounded, Mark couldn't seem to understand where Johnny's irritation was coming from. "Look man, I'm sorry you had to turn one of your friends in but you know it's our job."

"I know okay? I don't need you telling me what to do because so far, I know pretty damn well that I'm not meddling in your fucking business."

Mark pushes a hard hand on Johnny, making him stumble a little. "My relationship has nothing to do with this. Are you jealous? Because if you are, I know pretty damn well you can score a lot of chicks here. I don't see the problem."

Johnny tries to speak but was unable to because Mark had already stormed off elsewhere.

----

"Shit. My parents are coming to fetch me today." Yuta runs a veiny hand through his ginger hair; another reason for his parents to pull him out of university. But here's the first:

Jaehyun, disinterested even if he knew it was serious whenever Yuta's parents butt in and ask why.

"They wanna do a drug test on me."

Jaehyun chortles, "What? You? What made them think that? Besides you acting like a crackhead?"

"They got this stupid email from the dean that I was amongst the randomly chosen individuals to get tested." He pops a sour kid patch in his mouth, "They're never letting this go." He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. "I have never even tried NCT." he rolls his eyes.

Yuta, though by the looks of him, gave an impression of a boy who would try everything in front of him, but he's a wuss with a good conscience. Too good.

"Well, you are innocent after all, right?" Jaehyun shrugs. "There's nothing to worry about. Um, besides your dyed hair, your tattoo, that lip piercing." He eyes him up and down. "No biggie, just probably uh—two weeks worth of grounding. And no allowance."

"Fuck you man." the ginger-haired boy glared.

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Johnny walks around the campus, alone. It sucked to not be on good terms with Mark, what ever happened to bros before hoes? It just wasn't the same doing things without him. Johnny had given Mark his personal space for the both of you, but at times like this—it was the hardest to stay out of it.

As he passes by the back of the Fine Arts building, he sees two familiar faces on the exposed staircase.

He squints his eyes and tries to focus on who those people might be, the mop of ash purple hair too familiar. But one thing that utterly shocked him was the sight of someone he expected the least.

It was you and Jaehyun, standing way too close to each other for anyone's liking.

Johnny takes a deep breath and sucks in his cheeks. He didn't know what this meant, and he wished he wouldn't have to be the one to give it any interpretation that would disappoint him and especially Mark.

He walks away from the scene before you get a chance to see him.

"Jaehyun, you don't have to stand this close to me," You backed up, hips hitting the ledge lightly.

He looks to the side, then back at you. "Sorry," he cockily says, backing up with both of his hands raised. "Can't help it. My best friend's too fine. And someone was looking." he mumbles.

"What?"

"Nothing, he's gone"

"You know I'm with Kalen right now Jaehyun." You say with worry, it could've been anyone. "Quit. Don't ruin this for me."

He manages to let a disgruntled chuckle, "And yet you still can't put a label on it."

And with that, he was off.

The entire time Johnny was battling with himself if she should tell Mark about what he saw or not. Them being in a misunderstanding right now doesn't change the fact that he was still his best friend.

After the excruciatingly slow walk to the dorm, he had hoped that Mark wouldn't be around, so he wouldn't have to face him with the information he had right away. He couldn't even form the words for it. The. again, when did anything ever go his way, right?

Johnny enters the room and there was Mark, munching on some chips while viewing something on his laptop. Something probably for one of his classes. Mark didn't have to take this so seriously (by this he meant his classes) but he did, because the Mark we all know just loved to learn. Good for him.

He ignores Johnny's presence; though he was very much aware of it. The elder plops down his bed and grabs his football to toss around. It was so awkward; not greeting each other with their usual weirdness and excitement. It felt like there was this gaping hole between them that both of them were afraid to cross, and no one had the initiative to take a risk—for now.

"Find anything?" Johnny asks Mark, eyes on the ceiling.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Do you have anything?"

Well, he did. But not about their task. Instead, he says "Nope." but he couldn’t help but ask. “How are you and y/n?”

“Good.” Mark plainly answers.

“Good.”

And left it at that.

-----

You were going to let your parents meet Mark today, and his would meet yours. You were new to this, there was not a single man you had introduced to your parents, aside from Jaehyun. But that was a different story, because Jaehyun was a childhood friend.

So Mark was the first… whatever this was called. You couldn’t get yourself to call him that, you didn’t deserve to. For you labels were earned, not just given. But this will do for now.

You see him from a distance with his parents, he resembled his father’s face structure and his mother’s eyes. His smile was uniquely his own. You wave a hand in the air and he catches the sight of it, smiling even wider.

“You’re in college again honey?” Mark’s mom asks, clueless.

“Mom, I'm undercover please don’t bring that up anywhere. Please keep quiet for me.” He whispers sternly.

His mom zips her mouth figuratively, his dad got the idea of the whole thing, so they acted according to the assignment.

As he got closer to where you were, his legs grew weak. But he couldn’t falter, he had to put on a strong face. But at that moment, Mark wanted to be buried alive. He wanted to turn his back and run away.

“Mom, dad, this is Kalen.” You present him to them with a grin.

“H-hello.” Mark lets out, his chest clenching.

“Kalen. You sure I haven’t seen you before?” Your father says, gripping Mark’s hand firm, he could almost squeeze the guts out of it. Your father was his deputy chief.

Mark, crushed under the man’s grip, “N-no sir.” he manages to blurt out.

You sense the tension and tell your dad, “Dad, that’s enough.”

Your dad let go, with a smug and bitter look on his face. Your mom, who- with absolutely no idea what Mark has to do with your father, greets him politely.

You greet Mark's parents with glee, and proceed to walk with him, keeping a fair distance from both your parents. "Sorry about my dad, he's just stressed about his job. He's a deputy chief, rustling with knuckleheads all the time." You explain.

Sure he's been through a lot. Mark thought. "Yea yea, I totally get it. It's fine." he nods. Knuckleheads. He laughs to himself.

The rest of the parents’ day event was a total drag, every time Mark got into eye contact with their chief, it had seemed like the man wanted to rip his head away from his body, or maybe skin him alive. Mark had no idea, because if he did he wouldn’t have risked going this far with you. What is left to do now? How can he ever face his boss knowing that he broke the first rule given to them right in his face? And with his own daughter? He should start digging his own grave at this point.

But the chief didn't lay a finger on him, not now when his daughter was at stake.

----

Mark has been itching to tell Johnny about what had happened. He was willing to set aside their differences because he needed his best friend, now.

"Johnny-" Mark breathes, not making eye contact with the elder who was on his phone, this room had been dead silent for days.

Johnny's head perks up, it was nice hearing him call his name again. "Yeah?"

"I kinda messed up… big time." Mark scratches the back of his head, shameful.

Johnny sits up, and listens to the younger more attentively. "What do you mean?"

"Y/n.." he trails off, "Y/n is the chief's daughter." And catches his face on his hands.

"Fuck…" Johnny didn't know what to say. "How'd you know?"

"The student-parent weekend thing. God, I swear dude he was going to skin me alive if he could. But shit, I didn't know!" Mark exclaims, hands all over the place. "If I did then I wouldn't have gone through with this. She has never told me about her parents until that day. I don't know what to do."

He seemed so helpless, he didn't want to break to you like this, it was too messy. But damn if he didn't want to keep being with you. It couldn't end like this, not yet.

"I- I don't know what to say man… God I'm sorry this sucks ass. You know I always let you do what makes you happy right? But what if," Johnny stops, debating if he should go on with what he planned to say.

"What if?" Mark anticipates.

"What if she isn't who you thought she was?"

"Great. I'm so fucking stupid for thinking you would be with me on this one." Mark slams his hands on his lap and stands, slamming the door on the way out.

"Mark-" Johnny reaches for the door but misses a beat, it was too late. He let his best friend slip away from him again.

And as soon as Mark left their room, he was on his way to meet up with you, hoping you would be free. He hadn't had much time with you after the following days of the event because you had always excused yourself with how busy you are with your submissions and requirements, or that's what you would like to tell him.

Your phone rings in your pocket as you excuse yourself from the people you were with at the moment, when you check to see who it was, you find the quietest place possible.

"Kalen," You spoke, "What's up?"

"Are you free? I was hoping I'd finally catch you."

You sigh, you missed spending time with him. "I am," you say in advance before you bail out of this place you were in. "See you at the cafe in 10?"

You hear him chuckle over the line, and you just knew he was smiling when he said "Great, I'll see you."

"See you, Kal." You smile and tuck your phone back in your pocket.

"Who was that?" Jaehyun asks when he bumps into you in the hallway of the frat house. "Oh you've got that sickening smile right now. It must've been Kalen" He rolls his eyes.

"Whatever Jae," You brush past him. "I'm heading out."

"But we're not done!"

You didn't respond and left, shutting the door behind you.

The cafe was a short walk from your university, but you just happened to bump into Mark on the way, now you don't have to walk alone.

He smoothly slips his hand in yours, holding it gently and reading your expression. You look to the side with a wide grin on your face, unable to help the fact that you were blushing like crazy.

"Nice hoodie," he comments. The garment looked a little too familiar to him, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. “You never gave back my jacket..”

You mentally facepalm, forgetting the fact that you were wearing Jaehyun's hoodie. You pray that Mark wouldn't see this on him anytime soon, you wouldn't want him to get a bad idea.

"Oh right that, I’ll get it dry cleaned and I’ll give it back" you utter. "Something bothering you?" You ask, trying to read his sulky expression.

He shakes his head, "No no, I want you to keep it. And I just missed you." He forms a small smile, making your heart melt. You were so easily captivated by his presence that it scared you. He always left you feeling unhinged—in a good way.

"I missed you too, tiger." You grip his hand a little tighter.

When he licks his lips, only by then you realize how much you missed kissing him. Right then and there, you just wanted another taste. This was exactly why you were trying to keep yourself busy and away from him for a bit; you had to convince yourself that you couldn’t be attached to him because you could never take care of the things you keep.

He opens the door for you like always and the chimes in the cafe ring in a sweet melody, a sound that always reminds you of your moments with him. The both of you always shared comfortable memories in this cafe, from small coffee dates to working on papers until it closed. You couldn’t imagine sharing it with anyone else.

When you settle down he automatically takes your usual orders right away. You could not take your eyes off him, he was such a dream.

He sets the tray down with your drinks, and a pastry that you shared a love-hate relationship with. Cheesecake.

You chuckle at the thought of recalling all the times that you convinced Mark that cheesecake slices weren’t supposed to be as huge as they are and that there are definitely better one’s in other places, but Mark’s favorite was Starbucks’. Maybe that’s why you have learned to love it somehow, because you get to enjoy it with him.

"I thought you didn't like this? You almost finished the whole thing… I literally bought this for myself." He says sarcastically, very much amused at how you barely even noticed that you were close to finishing the entire thing.

"Oh shit.. sorry" You show him a pout and feed the last piece to him. "Here." You smile cutely.

He rolls his eyes and bites it off your fork, you both bid goodbye to the cheesecake.

Mark’s phone rings in his pocket and when he checks to see, it was Johnny. He lets out a sigh and puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Are you going to take that?” You ask.

“Nah”

But Johnny was persistent, he did see this coming. He knew that Mark would ignore him at first so he decided to send him a message. This was about their job.

“Mark, I know you hate me right now but we have to go to the office. Yuta’s tests came back.” Johnny sends.

Mark takes a peek at his message, immediately standing up.

“Where are you going?” You say, surprised.

“I’m sorry I gotta go- meet my brother. He needs me for something.” He hesitantly leans forward, wanting to kiss you on the lips but kisses your forehead instead. “Text me when you get home okay?.” And with that, he was off.

Mark rings Johnny and the elder quickly answers the call, Mark informs him that he would be heading to the office by himself since he was already closer to the location.

But he suddenly remembers about his conflict with the chief. So he waited for Johnny to arrive outside.

Lowering his pride he says, “I’m scared.”

Johnny looks at him with empathy and says, “We can’t change what happened Mark. Just take it all in for now and we’ll figure out what to do about it later.” He pats the younger’s back and gives his shoulders an assuring squeeze before heading inside.

Mark could not look at his boss, the feeling of wanting to be eaten alive was back again, why did he have to be your father?

When Mark finally gets the courage to face him, the chief yells, “The fuck are you looking at?” making Mark flinch and shrink into his seat.

Johnny felt the need to protect his friend and at the same time, to get what they were really here for. “Um, Sir can you save the ass beating for next time? We really need to look into Yuta’s results now.” He scratches the back of his neck.

The chief grunts angrily, getting the file from his drawer. “Negative.” He says.

Mark and Johnny give each other a look and take the folder that had the results, trying to analyze how it could possibly be negative.

“Dammit.” Johnny whispers to himself, they had to move quickly before everything slips away from them. He takes note of Yuta’s contact number in the file to use for later. He closes the folder and places it back on the desk. “We’ll take care of this chief.”

“You better. And you,” He presses a hard finger on Mark’s chest, “Stop fucking around with my daughter. I’ll cut your dick off.”

Mark purses his lips before speaking, “She’s-” he gulps, “She’s really great sir. I’m not playing around with her. I’d never do anything to hurt her.”

“You already are.”

-----

The following day, Yuta receives a text from an unknown number, asking him to meet in an unusual location on campus. He was very skeptical at first but believed that it was probably harmless.

“Yah, Rolan! Sup.” He offers his fist to bump. “I was just waiting for someone here too. Some random number texted me and I was like "you know, fuck it"” he shrugs.

Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle. Was innocence even the word to describe this? "And you believed them?" Johnny shakes his head.

“Yeah! Look here’s the number” he flashes his phone screen to Johnny, “I wonder where they are. Let me give them a call.” he mindlessly puts the phone next to his ear. Yuta hears a muffled cellphone ringtone and looks around for it. “Yo, your phone’s ringing you should get that.” Yuta says to Johnny, still having absolutely no idea.

“It was us who texted you, dummy.” Mark retorts, appearing from the shadows, now both of them are cornering Yuta.

“Yo,-” Yuta laughs, still not getting the point of this all. “What’s your name again?”

Mark rolls his eyes, “Kalen.”

“Right! Kalen wassup? You’re his brother right?” Yuta points to Johnny with his thumb up.

Johnny pops a tongue in his cheeks, and cocks his brow. “Alright, fun’s over.” It was a shame he had to do this too early, but it had to stop. He locks Yuta’s throat with his arm, pushing him onto the solid brick wall.

Yuta tries to toughen up and tries to push Johnny’s arm off, but due to their size difference, Johnny definitely kept him still.

“What do you know about him” Johnny asks sternly.

“A-about who?” Yuta coughs.

“Jaehyun. What does he do?” Mark follows.

“Besides being the most handsome man I know, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Mark shakes his head, “Well,” and gets a gun out of the pocket of his hoodie. “Will this make you talk?”

Yuta looks at him with wide eyes, he was now scared shitless. “Why- how- who are you guys!” He exclaims.

“The police mother fucker.” Johnny says.

But despite everything, Yuta’s tactless mouth was definitely not his best asset. “I knew it. you looked too old to be a freshman.” He looks over at Johnny. “And you, I didn’t expect you to be a cop but you did give Narc vibes in that philosophy class.”

Mark and Johnny give each other a look, they could not be sidetracked.

“Are you done?” Johnny tells Yuta, and he simply nods. “So are you going to talk?”

“I’m telling you I don’t know! He never trusts me with his business, he says I have a big mouth.”

Mark snickers, “I can tell.”

Yuta scoffs, and follows, “He’s been out often recently, but he never tells me where he’s going. So I don’t know what I can do for you.”

“Listen here buddy,” Johnny warns. “If this gets to your parents that you’re involved with someone who supplies and distributes drugs, you’re going to get your entire family deported. Do you want that?”

Yuta gulps, “No.” then helplessly says, “I don’t know how to earn his trust with these kinds of things. He’s known me since forever but-”

“No buts.” Mark interrupts. “Use that head of yours or your ass is going back to Japan.”

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Yuta had been on edge ever since that encounter with Mark and Johnny, now this entire thing would be up to him if he cooperated or not. Yuta’s heart had been lost a couple times, but it was definitely looking to be in the right place. So he’s trying his best to help out, even if it meant that he would have to turn in his best friend.

When he gets the time to be alone with his thoughts he looks back at all the times that Jaehyun had made him feel like he wasn’t enough to be his friend. Not giving him a good position in football, walking out on him whenever he wanted to, keeping secrets from him. Maybe he was too busy trying so hard to be validated by Jaehyun that he never really got to realize that he lost himself in the process. Letting himself be trampled all over by everyone; this was his time to do something not just for himself, but for everyone else.

On the night when Jaehyun could not escape from Yuta’s presence any longer, he thought that it would be harmless to let his friend tag along for once. It’s not like he had other friends to be with, right? Right. Jaehyun could believe that if he wanted to.

“I’m a bit sore today, you think you can drive me?” Jaehyun asks Yuta as they were walking in the parking lot after practice.

To be fair, Yuta was sore too. But of course they wouldn’t care. “Alright, where to?” He still manages to say.

“I’ll tell you along the way.”

Yuta simply shrugs and Jaehyun tosses him his car keys, placing their gym bags at the trunk of his car. Jaehyun had given him directions while driving and it was somewhere he had never been and seen before. “Are you sure it’s here?” He says, trying to drive into a dark abandoned building with only the car’s headlights being the source of light.

“Yeah yeah, wait for me here.” Jaehyun opens the door of the car and slips away from it. “Don’t worry, this place is safe.” He tells Yuta and shuts the door close.

Yuta immediately whips out his phone, thinking that this might be his biggest clue and texts Johnny.

I don’t know where I am, but I’m gonna send you my pinned location based on what my gps says alright? I think this was where Jaehyun had been going.

Johnny immediately tells Mark about this and they immediately take their car to go to where Yuta had told them.

Rolan: Yuta, it’s not safe for you to stay there. Can you drive away and head back here? It would be better if we keep you alive.

I guess I could, Jaehyun’s pretty far out now. I saw him go in somewhere, I’m sure you’ll find this entrance when you get here.

With that Yuta drives off and tries to find his way back to the campus, hoping that this would be successful for Mark and Johnny. He had such a strong feeling about this, everything could go right, or just extremely wrong. But he had to expect both to keep his feet on the ground. He did the right thing. He kept telling himself that.

“Dude this place is sketchy as hell.” Mark says, looking around. “Do you think Yuta told us the truth? I mean he’s Jaehyun’s bestfriend right?”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try Mark, he seemed pretty genuine about it. Besides, all Jaehyun does is use him. I’m sure he’s tired of it.” Johnny says as they searched the place with their flashlights, their guns ready to fire if they ever go under attack.

Finally, they find the entrance Yuta has been talking about, the chain attached to the door unlocked and loosened. When they get closer they arm themselves and keep their guard, Johnny kicks the door open and Mark could not believe what he had just seen.

This couldn’t be. He kept repeating to himself, he didn’t want to believe that this was his reality.

The reality that you were the one who was behind all of this.

“Hands up! We’re the police.” Johnny shouts, echoing throughout the entire warehouse.

Mark gulps, he could not bring himself to move his feet and go closer. When you see him, you feel like you have been the biggest disappointment in someone’s life. “Kalen,” You plead with your hands up, terrified with the fact that Johnny had called off a warning shot, making you and Jaehyun back up.

“Y/n.” Mark says, still struggling to get closer to you and lift his arm to aim his gun towards you. “Why- how could you?”

And you couldn’t answer him. The last thing you ever wanted to do was disappoint him, and yet you turned out to be every single disappointment that this world could think of.

“Great.” Jaehyun says in anger, remorseful with the fact that both of you just got caught by the two people who had been the closest to you these past months.

“Mark, come on. This is just as hard as it is for me than it is for you. We have to do this. It’s all we’ve been working for.” Johnny faces him, also extremely disheartened by this revelation.

Mark? His real name was Mark? “Who’s Mark?” You ask before he continues to approach you.

“Right. Now you know.” He takes a deep breath. He gets his handcuffs out of his pocket and races towards you before you could even get away. It was bizarre; how you even thought of escaping this.

“You have the right to remain silent,” His hands shake while putting them against your back, “Anything that you say can and will be held against you in the court of law.” He swallows, and you sob.

“I’m so sorry I-” he cuts you off.

“You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.” He concludes the Miranda rights and adds, “It’s one thing to disappoint me, but another to disappoint your father.”

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