#ITS OUR PIT AND ITS A GOOD PIT AND WE DRAGGED EACH OTHER DOWN LIKE CRABS IN A FUCKIN BUCKET
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It's October and people draw things in October, but I couldn't get myself to sit down for anything serious, so instead observe: the situation @22ratonthestreet and I have found ourselves in these past couple days
#ITS OUR PIT AND ITS A GOOD PIT AND WE DRAGGED EACH OTHER DOWN LIKE CRABS IN A FUCKIN BUCKET#(in which im the weird bunny and Dima is the clown doll with the literal rat tail)#(which is based on nothing its just the two things their physical form takes in my brain. clown and rat)#i dont have the brain to write properly rn#so i just keep sending them my dumb lil ideas#and sometimes they smack me with unfairly well written shit in response to get me to shut the fuck up#SO I MAY HAVE DUG THE PIT. I MAY HAVE BEEN HOLDING THE SHOVEL YES#for context this is about fictional men btw go look on ao3 if you wanna learn more#no1 reason this gets to escape discord containment is bc i think it looks really funny#tiny clown rat doll in a pit#digital art#original art#doodle
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Ricky with breeding kink = Perfection
cw breeding kink, overstimulation
ricky brainrot… he knows its not logical. you’re both far too young for a kid, he’s just staring his career. it’d ruin everything. but he can’t stop thinking about you full and round with his kid, your guys kid. and with that comes his favorite thing ever, coming inside you.
your strangled gasp is covered up by ricky’s groaning, skin slapping against each other as he quickens his pace. “you gonna be a good girl and t-take it?” he stutters, head thrown back before he opens his eyes and makes eye contact with your teary ones. “you want me to come in you, huh? want me to fill you up with my come so you can get pregnant with my kid? make you a mommy?”
a whine leaves your mouth as his pace never relents, hand reaching in between you two to slap at your clit before lightly caressing it, “well?”
“yes, yes, yes!” you wail out of breath, eyes squeezing shut, tears escaping down your cheeks. “please give i-it to me! come in me, give me a b-baby, please, please please.” your words sound more like meaningless babbles now.
ricky grunts, “i can’t wait to see your bump, baby. you’ll look so gorgeous, carrying around my kid.” his free hand rests on your stomach, feeling the bulge in your stomach from his cock. “oh, look at that baby,” he chuckles breathlessly as every rigid vein on his cock drags against your walls.
looking down, you whimper when you see the bump in your stomach and you feel a tightening in the pit of your stomach at the sight, “ricky, i’m-"
“i know, baby,” he assures you, never once relenting on his grip on your hips as he feels his own orgasm build up, “f-fuck. you look so gorgeous. c-cream all over my cock.”
you can only scream out his name as you come, his seed filling you up not even a second after. you feel full to the brim, even when he pulls out of you and watches his cum ooze out of your puffy hole. his mouth drops open in fascination before he can’t help himself and pushes the come back in with his fingers.
you shriek, twitching away from him, “don’t!” your hand grasps at his wrist, trying to tug him away from your sore pussy.
“you want it work, don’t you?” he murmurs, fingers running between your folds before he continues finger fucking his come back into you. “i’m gonna take such good care of you and our baby,
you gasp, body arching up into his touch, “no, no, it’s t-too much!” you shake your head repeatedly but you don’t make him move out of you, “i-i-“
“shh,” ricky murmurs, eyes never leaving your soaking pussy, watching even after your orgasm, your needy hole still clenches around his fingers for more. he smirks, glancing back up, “i don’t think we got it that time, baby. what do you say about round two?”
#ricky.txt#zb1.txt#writing.txt#zb1 hard thoughts#zb1 hard hours#zerobaseone smut#zb1 smut#zb1 ricky#shen ricky#shen ricky smut#shen quanrui#zerobaseone#zb1 x reader#zb1 imagines#ricky x reader#kpop smut
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31 - Inertia
If we had known where this would end up, would we had done it?
I used to think of destiny as a well-trodden path through dense briars. To stray from that path wasn't only forbidden, but impossible - unthinkable, even. What good could ever come from shunning your ordained purpose? All such a thing would grant is misery, resentment and pain.
And then you fell into my world, a resplendent ray of sunlight piercing the thicketed veil that kept me in line. Where your light touched, the thorns retreated to reveal breathtaking vistas, the unspoilt fields of possibility rolling towards the majestic mountains of potential. It was as if heaven itself had opened its gates just for me.
You took my hand and we ran for it, leaving all notion of prophecy behind. My compass realigned to the pull of your soul, every step a new adventure, discovering ourselves and each other in this infinite, uncharted land of love. This, this must be why we were put upon this earth - to find each other, to establish a connection, to exist together in this untrammeled bliss.
...so I thought, anyhow.
It happened so suddenly I wondered if I hadn't dreamed the whole thing. I reached for your hand and grasped nothing but air, the light that I saw by snuffed out in an instant. I fell through the world, through strata of unanswerable grief and unimaginable loss, nothing and no-one left to hold onto. Nowhere left to go, but down.
And that's when I realised it - destiny was not a path but a yawning pit, pulling me inexorably down, down, down into its darkened depths. You made me feel like I could fly, but you passed me by all too quickly; not even your charmed existence could save me.
What awaits me at the end of this fall? Is my fate to remain as I am, alone in the dark until the end of my days? Ah... but perhaps you might reach out again, extend your hand towards me, an invitation to return to those sunlit uplands and dappled vales of our folly.
Do I dare to take it? Do I dare to believe you can break my fall? Or would I simply drag you down with me...?
...oh, that destiny could be so kind.
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The Dark Menagerie No. 31
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#writing#fiction#fanfiction#deltarune#Ralsei#Kris dreemurr#kralsei#krisei#destiny#love#loss#abandonment#angst#drabble#Not too sure about this one#The title came to me while walking#and I built a drabble around it#but it does feel a little contrived#lots of mixed metaphors#But hey I wrote it. It exists now#The Dark Menagerie
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‿︵‿✎ A Summoning Goes Wrong ✎‿︵‿
The woods were dark. The wisp-lights glowed from the mages’ upheld palms. The last bag of salt poured the rest of its contents to the ground, completing the circle.
The sorceress stepped forward.
“Right. You all remember what to do?”
The other hooded figures nodded.
“Good.” She waved a hand in the air, gesturing them off.
They spread out to the squares lining the circle. Runic symbols lay warped in the salt that stretched between them.
The sorceress took a deep breath and snapped her arms into the air. “Begin!”
The mages each raised their arms as they took up their various stances, their hands all parallel to the ground. A fluctuating chant rose among them.
Except for the sorceress, who stepped into the center of the ring.
“Hear me now, audience of the dead!” She raised her voice to the sky, her arms and wings stretched out to the four cardinal directions. “We summon you to our counsel - to our aid! Hear us, warriors of old and renown! And answer our call! We harken you to the realm of the living once MORE!”
With a grimace, she pulled back her robe to bare her leg. The dagger she held glinted wickedly under the moonlight before she dragged it down her skin.
The blood trickled to the ground, meeting the pale moon speckled salt. It flowed into it, mingling, and its dark hue spread.
The sorceress hurriedly threw a bandage over the wound.
Meanwhile what little had reached the grass grew into a stream, running down the paths of the salt lines and devouring the granules in its wake. The blood consumed the entire circle and all the details it contained, except for the squares of salt that each mage stood in.
The ground at the sorceress’s feet cracked. Clumps of earth and grass sunk down, swirling into a whirling vortex. The sorceress took to the air, hovering with awe as she stared at the gateway to the depths. To the underworld.
And a shout of a soldier rang out through the trees.
“YOU THERE! STOP!”
The mages spun around. An entourage of animals came pouring in - flocks of birds and a pack of wolves - each of which carrying riders. Troops of soldiers dressed in armor, carrying steel and iron blades, surrounded the circle. The mages turned on their heels, their arms up at their sides as they readied to cast spells.
Except for one of them. One of the mages breathed a sigh, stepping forward towards the snarling beasts.
“It’s about time you showed up! Gods above, you were almost too late! Well…” He cast a glance over his shoulder to the others. “Almost.”
“Ash!? What’s happening!?” The sorceress gasped. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”
Ash sneered at her as soldiers jumped from their mounts. “What’s it look like I’ve done!? This has gone on long ENOUGH! It’s about time things change around here, and I will do my part to not let ANYONE stop it!”
The soldiers drew their pole arms on the mages.
Nick gulped, stepping back from the spear point at his nose.
“After everything we’ve done…” the sorceress’s voice broke with the weight of a growing sob. “You would throw it all, away-“
“For something BETTER?” Ash growled, slicing a hand through the air. “For a CHANCE in this world!? YES! Time and time again, YES!” He squared his shoulders. “You are trapped, Mother-Mage. Trapped in the confines of an outdated life! The world changes, and so must WE!” He looked to the soldiers, flicking his head to the side.
They took a collective step in.
The sorceress took one last look at her students and dove into the vortex.
Ash gasped, his face paling. “NO!” He shoved past the soldiers, dropping to his knees at the edge of the pit - its depths descending into an impenetrable void of shadow.
Nick glanced over his shoulder. And he bolted.
He leapt into the air with a pump of his wings and dove straight over the traitor’s head, plummeting into the void after her.
Ash’s roar of outrage followed behind him, his expression turning to a snarl as the feathers disappeared. He lashed back towards the soldiers, jabbing a finger between each of them. “DON’T LET ANYONE OUT OF YOUR SIGHT! And if ANYTHING, ANYONE COMES OUT OF THAT PIT - KILL THEM!”
Meanwhile, for Nick, gravity had stopped.
Sound had stopped.
Time itself seemed to have stopped.
All was void.
Nick beat his wings, but nothing happened. He reached out his arms, but felt nothing. He tried to conjure the wisp-light… it never showed.
He was in a sea of darkness. And there seemed no beginning, end, or exit.
His breath - which, somehow he was still breathing - caught in his throat.
“H… Hello?”
His voice echoed out in the darkness, growing fainter and fainter. Only with the far off distance did it seem to end. But even then, it was probably just too far off to hear.
This place was empty. Completely and utterly - empty.
An eerie hollow feeling grew in his stomach.
“HELLOOOOOoooo?”
The sound rippled out once more.
“Nick!” The sorceress’s voice called back.
Nick snapped to attention, turning every which way to find the source.
“I-I’m here! But… where are you?”
“Nick I’ve found it!” The sorceress answered not a beat after, as though she might not have even heard him. Her voice echoed in a laugh, the tired strain unveiling her age. “I have the Summoner’s Charm!”
Nick jerked back as something brushed his hand in the starless sea of night. What felt like his mentor’s wrinkled fingers unfurled his own, placing in them a cold, smooth, stone-like sphere. The thread of a chain extended from either end. Her hands rolled his closed, holding them firmly with a pat on his fist.
“Go. Go and save our city!”
Nick frowned with concern in the darkness. “You… say that like you’re not coming with me.”
Finally, a pause. She did hear him after all. “I am not long for this world, young man. But this… This is where I’m destined for to start with.” He could hear her smile on her last sad words, her defiantly youthful voice now resounding with its true age. “What’s the point in going back now? I couldn’t possibly be of much help in what’s to come.”
Nick tightened his fist on the charm as her hands left his. A tear rolled invisibly down his cheek.
“Now now, don’t cry.”
He felt a hand brush his face.
“I’ll be safe and sound here.” She continued, breathing a sigh. “I suppose you can’t see it, can you?” She tutted. “Just goes to show it’s not yet your time… Go. Help the others. Don’t let them meet their times before it is meant for them.”
A pair of hands grabbed hold of Nick’s arms, pulling him forward before shoving him back, sending him reeling through the darkness. His limbs flailed and his wings flapped as he instinctively tried to find his balance.
“Keep a brave face, my young student!” The sorceress’s voice echoed out from the growing distance. “Stand your ground! Your trial will not last forever! I promise you!”
Nick reached towards the sound as he continued to spin in the shadows. “Goodbye, Miss Lark!” His voice cracked with a tear. “Goodbye! And thank you! Thank you for everything!”
Though he couldn’t see a thing, he knew she’d be waving farewell, somewhere out there in the starless sea.
Then armored hands clamped down on Nick’s shoulders. He found himself being heaved up into the grassy forest clearing. The grips spun him around as the clumps of earth reversed their paths through the air. The torn grass roots crept back together with slithering creaks from behind his back.
But what got his attention were the bodies.
Several mages lay motionless on the ground, splatters of red on and around them, their arms and legs bent mid run into the circle. One of them had a dagger beside their lifeless hand.
Ash only looked to them with disdain as he brushed his hands clean. The soldiers were still settling back to their ready stances; the pole arms dripping with blood.
Nick’s eyes darted over the figures, a glare brewing on his face, before he landed on Ash.
“Youuuu monster!” Nick spat. “You MURDERER!” He lunged for him, only to be violently lurched backwards and shoved to the ground. The hands on his arms and shoulders shuffled as the soldiers set a pair of cold metal cuffs over his fists and clicked them tight.
Ash shrugged, calmly waving a hand. “It was their fault. And yours too, honestly. If you hadn't run for it into that gate, who knows if they might not have made their move as well.”
Nick’s expression nearly melted for a moment. He shook his head, reinforcing the glare he shot at everyone nearby. “You’re going to regret this…” he sneered, fixing his gaze on Ash once more. “You and everyone involved in this damned coup!”
The standing mages exchanged wary glances. Ash wagged his head with a smirk as he strolled closer.
“Now that - APPRENTICE - I would like to see!” He turned to the soldiers. “Good work! Take them all to the dungeons.”
Nick and the other mages were hauled to their feet and dragged over to one of the wolves, whose saddle held barred cages to its sides. Nick scowled, baring his teeth and batting his wings with rage. He could do nothing to quell the anger that crackled under his skin. But one thing held him from lashing out there and then - the Summoner’s Charm, still in his grasp. He tightened his fists. No one would see it past the iron half-spheres of the cuffs.
»———— ✯ ⋅. 𝄞 .⋅ ✯ ————«
Nick grunted. The cuffs held fast.
“Save it, lad.” A rough old voice sighed from the next cell over. “Ain’t no escapin’ here.”
Nick huffed. “I’m not trying to escape… just… AGH!” he growled, falling back onto the dusty stone floor. His struggles only made the locks on his wrists tighten. “I just, need, a hand.”
Chains clinked from beyond the wall.
“With what exactly?” The old man asked.
Nick frowned. “Not a hand, my hand!” He paused, an idea coming to him. He stood to kick against the bars. The clanging bounced off the massive cavern walls. “GUARD! GUARD!”
A gasp sounded from behind the other stone wall. Chains rattled as prisoners jumped from the sudden noise.
“What’re yeh DOING?!” The prisoner on his other side hissed.
“What’s it look like?” Nick whispered back. “GUARDS! HEY!”
“WHAT?!”
Clunking footsteps stomped their way from around the corner. The guard, dressed mostly in light armor, dropped the butt of the spear on the ground with a glare. “What do you want?!”
Nick clenched his legs together, hopping on one foot. “I-have-to-go-to-the-bathrrrooom!” He sucked the air in through his teeth. “Is there anything I can use? I don’t suppose you’d let me outta here for that, huh? Can I get some help with these?” He turned enough to show the cuffs at his back. “Unless you wanna help me with, ah-hem…” He tilted his head to the side with a meaningful look.
The guard pulled back with a grimace. “Yeaaah, that’s not happening. He turned and walked away.
Nick dropped the act, blinking. “HEY!” He pressed his face to the bars, barely catching a glimpse of the guard’s back as he moved out of sight. “Hey what am I supposed to DO then?! I’ve still gotta gooo!”
“Piss in your trousers, for all I care!” The guard shouted back. “We ain’t taking those cuffs off yeh, MAGE!”
The footsteps drifted away in the distance.
Nick grunted with disappointment.
“Are you really a mage?” The old man’s voice asked.
Nick turned to his cell, his face still pressed against the bars. A bit of the old man’s face stared back, his hair grey, scruffy, and balding; his expression hopeful.
“Yeah.” Nick answered.
“So… so you might actually have a way out of here?”
“Oi, really?” The other voice croaked.
Nick turned with the shuffle of chains from the cell to his right, seeing a younger, no less roughened face try to peer from the bars. The new pair of eyes sported slit pupils and a yellow tinge.
“Yeh could get us outta here too, then?”
Chains shuffled from overhead and below as well, as other prisoners leaned and shifted to better eavesdrop.
Nick anxiously licked his lips. Now he had an audience.
“Mm… Maybe…” He hesitated. “I’m not sure yet.”
The second prisoner scoffed and disappeared back into his cell. Low groans came from all around as the unseen prisoners shuffled back.
Nick breathed a long exhale of relief. He frowned at the old man, who still stood at the bars. “Do they really not let you take leaks?”
The man arched a brow and shrugged. “Well most of us don’t have those particular cuffs on, either.” He held a hand up to the bars without having to turn around, revealing only a thick circlet around his wrist and the start of a chain. “But you… You’ve been taught ‘the arts’. Your hands are weapons in and of themselves...”
“And it’s too much of a risk.” Nick nodded. He frowned to himself. Then he took a deep breath and smiled. “Guess I’ve got a time limit then, don’t I?”
The man breathed a weary laugh.
Nick paced back into his cell. The rank stench of the place made so much more sense now. He flopped against the back wall, letting his head rest as he stared up at the ceiling in thought. His fingers shifted the Charm thoughtfully in his fist.
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A List of Times Dio Brando Has Appeared In My Dreams (a memoir)
Today marks the ???th occaision of Dio Brando from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure appearing in my dreams.
I should note that I haven't read Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, haven't watched the anime, and have no intention of doing either, yet this mf continues to appear in my dreams.
This has been going on for years now, and more than one of my friends has stated now that he is surprisingly "in-character" whilst in my dreams, so with him appearing yet again in my dreams I thought I'd finally share some of the saga of this random-ass anime character messing around in my dreams for the amusement of onlookers everywhere
Enjoy.
Dream 1, The Cosplay:
The first dream I ever had that featured Dio happened back at the height of quarantine in 2020. Had a dream about quarantining in a fancy apartment, alone in a big city. Tuned into a livestream where a bunch of folks were having a "stay-at-home convention," and at one point they had a little contest where the idea was to put together the best cosplay you could of an anime character from stuff around your home under a time limit.
That sounded like fun, so I waited for the timer to start, then began rifling through my closet for stuff. Admittedly I don't watch much anime at all, so I was struggling for a character to try and cosplay when a thought wormed its way into my head, almost forcibly: I had a few things that would work perfect for Dio Brando.
So, I rifled through my closet, grabbing a yellow jumpsuit, a black undershirt, some random green bits of cloth and makeup and proceeded to make the crappiest Dio cosplay you've ever fucking seen. Looking in the mirror once I was done cobbling stuff together and happy with what I had managed to scrounge together, I looked down to the counter to grab the final touch: some green lipstick.
As I looked into the mirror again, I noticed that something was wrong with my face: it already had the green lipstick on, and it seemed to be morphing and changing. As I touched and focused on my face, the changes rapidly took hold, and before I could really respond I WAS Dio Brando. I'd been transformed into him. Spent the rest of that dream just walking around my apartment as him, awkwardly standing around and bewildered.
Dream 2, Shenanigans Against Our Will:
This was either the second or third time Dio showed up in my dreams, can't quite remember which. Either way, it involved me hanging out with a friend of mine when Dio and some lackeys showed up. They were destroying stuff and causing all sorts of chaos around town, and before either me nor my friend could run for it, Dio roped me and my friend (along with about a half dozen other unfortunate souls) into going along with his shenanigans and helping him and his lackeys destroy stuff, under the threat of death if we disobeyed.
We went from door to door in town, with Dio fucking up each house in a different way. One of them he changed into a jagged mess of spiky, non-euclidian shapes, like a glitch in a videogame, with the residents still inside. Another house he killed everyone inside of in increasingly whackier and cartoony ways, having a good laugh about it all. And then another house he just stole some stuff from.
At one point, me and my friend tired to bail, only for Dio and his lackeys to catch back up with us and drag us back into causing mayhem. Dio apparently found this hilarious, cackling the whole time he forced us back into the group to partake in committing arson and the like.
Not a great time, tbh.
Dream 3, Dio Goes Full Karen:
Had another dream once where I was at mall with some friends and family.
It was one of those weird malls that only occur in dreams, too big/weirdly structured to exist IRL, but in the dream it's perfectly normal and accepted.
Anyway, I was walking down into this weird wavy, tiled pit that the food court was in with my friend when all the sudden I hear some loud yelling. I turn my head towards the little coffeeshop kiosk nearby and wouldn't you fuckin' know it's Dio FUCKIN' Brando again, loudly arguing with the barista.
Me and my friend pass by as we're heading to a different kiosk and overhear a bit of what's going on. Apparently the barista messed up his order, some sort of big fancy drink he ordered, in several ways and he's demanding blood because of it, livid as can be. He's pulling out all the stops: he wants to see the manager, how did this person even get hired, such incompetence, the usual guff you'll recognize if you've ever worked retail ever, etc.
He continues ranting and raving and we try to pass by, only for him to recognize us, apparently (this was a different friend than the one I had in the last dream, FYI). He proceeds to try and call us over to back him up, acting as if we know him and would assist him, and we both book it away from that mess as fast as we can.
Hope that poor barista got a raise.
Dreams ?-???, Random Encounters:
Ever since I had my first dream featuring him, Dio has shown up off and on, even when not the main focus of a dream/moment in a dream.
Over the years I've noted a few times he's been in crowds, sitting around at a location I'm at in a dream, etc.
One time he was one of the lackeys of a different Big Bad in one of my nightmares, and another time he was just casually standing in the same line as me at a store in a different dream.
Dude's been hanging around for a while, but I haven't had another dream with him as a focus in quite some time...until last night.
Dream 4, The Ruined Vacation:
So, last night.
Slept deep, had a vivid dream.
I was on vacation in a cozy town in the French countryside with my family. We decided to stay in a hotel room whose balcony overlooked the town's small marketplace, all very quaint and cozy.
The hotel itself was strange, way taller on the inside than it was on the outside, and gave off eerily liminal and abandoned vibes. Anyway, we got our room and we climbed up the satirs, and the whole time a creeping sense of dread continued to gnaw at me.
We get to our room, and, finally, here he comes, the mf of the hour.
Turns out Dio and some pals of his had rented the suite next to ours, and how better to celebrate than to be loud and obnoxious, break shit, and ruin our vacation as best he can.
Starting off, he trapped two of my family members' souls into a basketball, which he then dribbled down the street as I chased him. He played a professional level game of keep-away with it the whole damn time, with me yelling and swinging at him and the ball to no avail. This mf.
Later on in the dream I met up with some friends, and one of them went missing. Dio heavily implied that he'd stuffed said friend's body into the air ducts above one of the hotel rooms, which me and a couple of pals tore up looking for it, only to realize that Dio had tricked us into digging a huge hole between two floors of the hotel, with no air ducts, body, or friend in sight. Thissssss bastard.
Finally confrontation involved me coming to kick his ass whilst he casually floated in midair, spinning the basketball atop his finger, monologing as I approached, completely unbothered...
And then I woke up.
Didn't even get a chance to punch him.
In conclusion:
Whoever sent this motherfucker to my subconscious take him back, I do not want him. Thank you.
#goosechatter#dream diary#dreamdiary#jojos bizarre adventure#jojosbizzareadventure#dio brando#diobrando#@ the SCP come pick up your infohazard i dont want him
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Since I’m taking a break from writing while I write my final exams, I figured I’d start moving some of the chapters to Tumblr! Impossible Delivery will be out soon, but for now here’s the first chapter on Tumblr.
My Beloved: Ch. 1
A Hero is Born Pt. 1
I awoke, the day like any other. Even with the warmth of the sun trickling onto my face couldn't stop that feeling, just as it did every morning. Something was wrong, something ached in my chest.
You would think after all this time, I'd be used to it. You would think after every morning, I'd grow accustomed to this infinite pit that eclipsed myself and dragged my soul into the abyss of disarray and confusion. You'd be wrong.
Fortunately, I have someone who's always ready to bring me out of the pit.
Light trickled in from the window, a rhythmic tapping alerting me of my guest. As I slowly reclaimed my senses and regained my bearings, I stretched out my arms with a large yawn. Sitting up, my hands unconsciously moved to rub the sleep from my eyes.
The tapping persisted. If anything, it increased in tempo. With a shake of my head, I turned to approach the window where my little friend impatiently awaited.
Seeing the little golden bird at my window each morning gave a sense of familiarity, security. After all, he was here every morning. Opening up the window, I sat on the sill. "Good morning."
I received a tweet in response, the little bird rolling the plum it had brought me forward before looking at me expectingly. It's little beady eyes waiting for me to take the fruit made me smile.
"Hold on." This was a daily occurrence by now, part of our morning routine. I kept a small knife by the corner of the window sill now, cutting around the seed of the fruit before presenting my little friend with one half.
The bird took it without hesistation, tweeting as it pecked away at its breakfast.
Speaking of, I had to cook for two.
Getting myself ready for the day, I slipped into my favourite high waisted harem pants, they were red with mandala embroidery. My top was just a simple black cropped hoodie, and with some of my hair wrapped into a bun with the rest falling down my back, I tucked in my plum blossom hairpin with red jewelled tassels and stepped into the kitchen of my very cramped apartment.
It didn't take long for my roomie to stumble out of his room, the aroma of my cooking arousing him from his slumber. I smiled at the boy. "Morning, MK." The boy yawned widely, tying on his iconic bandana.
He was still in his pyjamas. "Morning, Lian." He spotted what was already out on the table. "Ooh! Doughnut sticks!" I playfully rolled my eyes at his childish delight. It's not like I could say I was any better.
I'd known MK for years, he was like the little brother I never had. He acted like it, too. "Wait until I'm finished with this, then you can have some."
I caught the boy trying to sneakily grab one from the corner of my eye and slapped his wrist, making him whine. "Nice try, Monkey Boy."
"No fair." He grumbled, massaging his wrist as if I had actually hurt him. It made me laugh.
Once we had eaten and MK had gotten into his uniform, we went downstairs to Pigsy's Noodles together. MK was Pigsy's delivery boy, taking his orders to wherever they had to go. I, on the other hand, was more of an everyman for Pigsy. We've been friends for years, so it started out as helping him repair his delivery cart, then it was helping him make enough orders, and then it just sort of became... whatever he needed help with.
I was more comfortable with making repairs, though. I've been working with engines, ventilation, and basic construction since before I met any of my current friends.
A few hours into our shift, the infamous Tang-Man dropped by for lunch. That's what he said, anyway. I don't know why, he's always here to the end of the day. Pigsy had stepped out so I made his meal while he began telling MK stories about Monkey King.
When I brought Tang's bowl over, I grinned, the man narrowing his eyes. We were good friends but heavily debated over a lot of mythologies and history. It wasn't my fault Tang didn't know everything he was talking about.
"Rising from the netherworld... the Demon Bull King attacks!"
"He didn't actually come from the netherworld though, bud. From what I heard, he was in the area of the village and had planned to attack it to lure out his enemy." I shrugged nonchalantly, making Tang growl.
"And where, might I ask, did you find a source with such information?"
"Trust me, bro."
I cackled at his fuming, but MK brought him back. "Come on, Mr. Tang, keep going!"
Clearing his throat, the man took another bite of his noodles. "Nobody could stop him. No one could resist... no one, except... the legendary Monkey King." He paused a few times for dramatic effect, making me laugh. The two of them were such Monkey King fanboys.
"The Monkey King used his magical staff to pick up a nearby mountain. He trapped the Demon Bull King underneath it." Tang continued. "The Monkey King sealed the mountain with the staff that no other being could wield, trapping the Demon Bull King forever. Battle won, the Monkey King vanished, never to be seen again."
I snorted at that, Tang glaring in my direction. "It wasn't exactly the last time. There were rumours floating around a couple years after that he would steal people's stone fruit every now and then."
"It's true, Lian already told me that." MK nodded, much to Tang's annoyance.
With a sigh, he ignored us. "Legend says, the staff still lies on top of that mountain. The one thing keeping our world from certain destruction, and with the Demon Bull King... civilization was able to advance into the amazing city we now live in."
The man casted me with another sour look. "Any notes on that?"
"No, that sounded pretty good." I hummed.
MK looked giddy. "That was more than good, that was great!" The boy was jumping off his seat. "Monkey King's so cool! He's so strong and handsome~"
I laughed as the boy flexed his nonexistent muscles. "MK, you haven't even seen him!"
"Look deep within your heart, Li, you know I'm right." He nodded to himself, making me roll my eyes.
Tang shook his head lightly. "Oh, MK, and you thought you knew all the Monkey King stories." I gave an inward sigh at that. Tang had just awoken the inner fanboy.
"Oh, but I do!" The boy pulled out his book containing all the stories Tang and I had shared with him over the years, tossing out pages of illustrations he had made. "I got his whole life documented extensively in this unauthorized autobiography of Monkey King. Written and illustrated by yours truly." He grinned, making me giggle as I went back into the kitchen. "Like how he was born from a stone, and lived behind a waterfall with his sweet little baby monkey friends and- and— and oh!"
I could hear Tang hum in approval. "It's nice to know someone's taking in all these stories. Pearls of wisdom, dripping from my lips... even if there are some inaccurate influences here."
"I heard that!"
The Tang Man cleared his throat. "Well, you know the deal: one story, one free bowl of Zha jiang mian. Hmm?" I shook my head from the kitchen. Poor MK, when Pigsy found out...
"Oh, right, free noodles, yep! On it." Like the universe was ready to spite the boy, our boss stepped in through the back door, summoned by the words that made him growl in disdain. "How heavy did you think the mountain is? Compare to like—"
He didn't get the chance to finish his question as Pigsy threw his wooden spoon with a marksman's aim directly at the bowl MK had dished out.
"Free noodles?!" He growled while I watched in amusement, leaning on the doorframe from the kitchen to the dining area. The chef had managed to hit the bowl exactly so that it landed in front of him, contents dropping in after it.
"No one gets a free meal at Pigsy's! I'm not running a charity here, Tang!" The pig was on the counter, glaring down at the customer, red-faced.
Tang blinked for a moment before sliding him away. "Oh, Pigsy, I was paying with wisdom..."
"Yeah? Well, wisdom don't pay the rent, you freeloader!" Pigsy shouted, dropping his own 'pearls of wisdom'. He then turned his attention to MK. "And you! You've been slacking off all morning! Lian's made a dozen orders in the back that need to go out, so quit slacking and get packing!"
I put a hand on the man's shoulder. "I can help deliver some too, Pigsy."
He shook his head. "No, I need you to take a look at the one stove in the corner. After that last improvement you made to it, it won't go lower than boiling!" He fumed, making me scratch my head with an awkward chuckle.
"I mean... if you wanna make something better, sometimes you've gotta do some trial and error, heh." I chuckled while nervously fidgeting with my golden ring, though Pigsy was not amused.
"Fix it. Today!"
With a nod, I ran back to the kitchen, grabbing my toolbox I kept under the sink and began reversing my genius. Some people just didn't understand the complexities of my great craft, it was truly a sad thing.
By the time I had finished making the stove normal again, MK was long gone, shooed off by Pigsy to get more orders delivered. As the day dragged on, another regular popped into the shop. I looked over the counter to see MK's other half, the other disaster child and my favourite party-friend.
"Heyyyyy, Mei!" I grinned, the girl smiling wide in return. "Please tell me you got MK doing that trick at the arcade on video last night."
The girl grinned devilishly, mischief twinkling in her eyes. "I'll send it to you later, but I wanted to ask for some help."
"Shoot." I walked around to sit with her, the two of us leaning on the stools next to the counter.
"I think something's wrong with the engine on my bike, it's been making this noise like, hhCHF, hhCHF!" Mei described, holding her hands out in front of herself like she was on it.
I raised an eyebrow. "What did you crash into?"
"Nothing!" She scoffed, turning away as if she were offended. "Just... I mean, if you could even call it 'crashing'..." The girl began to ramble as I grabbed my box.
I shook my head with a smile. "Alright, let's check it out.
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Mei pulled her bike around the side of the shop and I began working on the machine. The girl leaned over as I worked. "You're real handy with this kind of thing, huh?"
"I've been tinkering with engines and stuff since before I met either you or MK." I smiled, quickly finding the source of the problem.
As I started to fix it, Mei hummed. "Sooo, you think she'll be ready for the race?"
"As long as you don't crash her into anything else, yeah." I huffed. "You gotta be careful, that biker suit won't protect you from everything."
Mei groaned. "Okay, Mom, I know." I snickered at her sarcastic remark. A tweet caught my attention and I looked up to see my little bird friend.
With a frown, I held out my arm for the bird to perch. "Huh, I don't usually see you twice in one day. What's the occasion, bud?"
Mei looked over my shoulder at the avian. "Aww, hey, little guy." She gushed, making me smile.
The bird looked around, though I wasn't sure what he was trying to find. It didn't matter in the end, seeing as he decided to fly off to who-knows-where. "Oh. Goodbye, then."
"Why does that little guy visit all the time?" Mei inquired as we watched the bird fly off.
I shrugged, returning to the bike. "Not sure, he's been visiting me for years. Probably my oldest friend, at this point." I joked a bit. "One day he just flew by and dropped a plum into my hands. He's been my little bud ever since."
The girl smiled. "Aw, that's adorable!"
With a twist of my tool, I gave the girl a satisfied grunt. "Okay, Mei. She should be good to go." I stood back with my hands on my hips, looking down at the vehicle. She was stunning, one of my favourite pieces of work.
Mei tackled me into a hug, making me stumble back to prevent both of us from falling over. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're a lifesaver, Lian!"
"I know, I'm amazing." I gloated, chuckling to myself. "Now, go test it out, okay? Don't crash into anything this time." I scolded her as she put on her racing suit.
It materialized around her, the helmet obscuring her face. I'm sure she was rolling her eyes. "Yup, got it, bye!" In the blink of an eye, she was racing off. I sighed to myself as she left, shaking my head with a smile. Same old Mei, never change.
With my work done outside, I took my tools back in and began washing my hands so I could work in the kitchen again. Pigsy was still over the stove, hard at work while Tang sat by the counter, filling himself up on more noodles.
It looked like Pigsy was about to pop a vein. "Sheesh, what happened?" I leaned over to Tang.
"Someone left a zero star review."
"Oh no." I shuddered, already knowing that MK was about to be on the end of another one of Pigsy's rants when he got back.
Maybe I could help by cleaning up a bit, the shop was starting to look like it needed it. While I worked, I could feel my friend's eyes on me. "Hey, Lian, are you doing okay?"
I frowned. "Why wouldn't I be?" Pigsy was now looking up over the counter at us, a soft frown etched onto his features.
Tang elaborated. "Isn't it, you know, the anniversary of that day? The one you said where you woke up?"
My eyes widened a smidge, I had totally forgotten. "It is, huh. I mean, I don't know why I wouldn't be okay." I shrugged before going back to my cleaning.
"You sure?" Pigsy rested an arm on the counter, and I sighed.
"Yes, it doesn't really matter anymore, anyways." I smiled, turning back to explain to them.
Tang still seemed wary. "It doesn't bother you even a little?"
I gave the two a shrug. "It used to, but an old friend of mine taught me how I don't have to let the past haunt me." I smiled. There were definitely some days where today would bother me, but as of right now, I was content to live how I was living.
Pigsy still looked skeptical. "Uh-huh... so, when are you gonna tell the kids?"
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"That's different."
Pigsy huffed as I scrambled to explain. "No! I mean, you know how hyperactive they can get! Could you imagine how they'd act if I said, 'Hey, MK, hey, Mei, wanna know my strange little secret that I'm actually—'"
I cut myself off at the sound of Mei's bike rumbling outside, her voice and MK's were talking over it. It was like saying their names had summoned both kids. Wait. Why was MK driving with Mei? What did that numbskull do to my cart?!
Before I could go out to investigate, Pigsy was already out the door to badger the boy about his review. Tang and I shared a deadpan look, shrugging to each other before the man continued to eat his food. We both knew the chef was all bark.
"Mr. Tang!" MK bursted into the shop, a wild look on his face, making the man spit out his food in shock.
I frowned. "Come on, man! I'm cleaning up right now."
Like he didn't hear me, or just wanted to despise me, MK began throwing his papers and other junk all over the shop. "Remember the story you told me this morning? About the Demon Bull King? Argh, where is it? Where is it?" The boy rambled, making me frown.
He paused and I saw him looking down at his book with at least a dozen bowls stacked on top of it. My eyes widened as he snatched the book and the tower of bowls began to tip. "MK!" I jumped in time to catch the dishes before they could shatter. Making sure they were okay, I glared at the boy. "MK..."
Pigsy was just as mad, Mei had to hold him back while he yelled. "Kid! What are you doing to my kitchen?!"
Tang seemed unfazed by the chaos. "Yeah? What about him?"
"The Demon Bull King is back!" I basically choked on air at his words. The boy had leapt over to Tang. "The legend is real! The Monkey King's staff is removed! We have to find him! It's the only way to save everyone before the world is destro—"
The boy was cut off by Tang. "Boy, relax. You're getting spittle in my soup. Besides, you're delusional, it's just a story."
"He's back?" I frowned, making Tang groan.
He gave me a look. "Not you, too."
"Delusional, huh?" MK muttered. "Would you call this delusional?!" To my surprise, he pulled out a red and golden staff. The moment he did, a strange sensation fluttered over my chest. This felt old... ancient... there was no way, right?
I was immediately by his side. "You have it... Monkey King's staff."
"Thank you, Li! See? Someone believes me!"
Mei frowned. "You sure it's not a stick?"
"No, it's Monkey King's staff!" He argued, making the others burst into laughter. "You aren't listening! Demon Bull King is out there. We have to get the staff to the Monkey King! It's the real deal. I'll prove it."
Our friends fixed the boy with suspicious looks. "Oh, yeah? How?" Pigsy crossed his arms as the other two watched on.
The boy looked down at the staff. "Uh..." Like the staff itself had heard Pigsy, it extended over the table Mei and Tang were sitting at, crushing it before returning to its former size.
The others looked on in shock, but their silence didn't last long as Tang began to flip out. "Flbflbllblblb— Monkey King's staff! I knew it all along! The legendary weapon that only he could wield to seal away evil! Wait a minute— why do you have it?"
Pigsy stepped in. "Alright, I'll bite. If the staff is here, then where is the demon punk now?"
"He's at the shoe store."
I coughed at Mei's response, sputtering a bit. "What?!"
We gathered around the girl as Pigsy grumbled. "This better not be another one of your puppy videos, Mei."
She laughed as she scrolled away from said puppy video. "There's always time for puppy videos, but no. Look what just started trending. #DemonBullKing!"
We watched a live video of said demon with another fiery-haired one causing havoc in a shoe store, the two laughing as they did.
In all my years... I never thought I'd ever see Demon Bull King on social media.
I stepped back, shocked. "So he's really back... MK WHY DO YOU HAVE THE STAFF?! WHY ISN'T IT ON THE MOUNTAIN WHERE IT SHOULD BE?!?!"
The boy huffed. "I didn't do it! It was the Red Guy and Princess Iron Fan!"
"Red Guy? You mean— Red Son??" I frowned. "You saw the whole Demon Bull Family?!" Was it weird to say I was jealous?
After a moment of calming down, I looked over to the staff. "So this is the Monkey King's golden staff, huh?" I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by that ancient feeling, it had been years since I'd ever felt anything like it.
I hadn't even realized how I'd reached for it, taking the staff out of the boy's arms.
His eyes went wide. "You can hold it too?!"
"What?"
"YOU CAN HOLD IT!!!"
"What?! But— but that's not right, only Monkey King... wait, why can you hold it?!"
"Yeah, I can, but— actually, I don't know why I can either, but nobody else could pick it up! They needed this gauntlet-thing!"
Mei stepped between us as we continued to freak out. "Maybe they couldn't do it because they've been skipping leg day." She reasoned before asking to try herself.
With a shrug, I handed the staff to her, but immediately took it back as she nearly dropped to the ground with it. MK and I looked to each other, not entirely sure of what to think about this.
This is not how I imagined today to go.
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My Soul is Known Chap 1 (Edited)
Sorry for the hiatus, lost all motivation. I really love this story idea, honestly, but it needed an overhaul. That being said, avobabes, meet the longform fic. I hope to update semi-regularly, and hopefully care not-too-much about how it performs.
Spy!XYX x Spy!FemOC
Contains: Fake marriage, forced proximity, enemies to lovers, WWII au (leave me alone), and lots of other things updated per chapter
November 11th, 1923
Morality is complicated at best, a complete fallacy at worst. Respect for one’s body, especially its freedom, a laughable concept in the face of death. When faced with starvation on the street or relinquishing your autonomy, well… Freedom can’t fill your stomach. What good are rights to a corpse, especially one of a young girl?
The winter had been more brutal than most, the wars and rebellions destroying what little we had to live off of, and there I stood, clutching even onto the robes of death for a hand of comfort, a modicum of warmth. I felt the way my body didn’t even seem to resist the frost accumulating on my skin, rather surrendering itself with hardly any hesitation. Part of me wished to call out to my father and mother, or perhaps to God himself, and demand an answer for why I must feel that empty pit in my stomach day in and day out, but as I gazed hazily into the streets before me, I saw how I was simply one of many, abandoned indiscriminately. My cries would go unheard, or only heard by ears just as frostbitten as mine.
The sound of boots crunching the snow filled the alleyway. I lifted my eyes to see as they passed, moving calmly to where my mother and father sat in the snow. Their voices were hushed, the look of feral desperation evident on my mother’s eyes, as always. I was not her only hungry child, simply one of what felt like endless mouths to feed. She looked at me with an expression I could not, and cannot place. A soft nod, and then she ducked her head to my father’s chest. The boots drew near to me, and a man bent down to me. From a pocket he produced a pastry, some kind of bread with stark white icing dripping down the sides, reminiscent of the buildings surrounding this desolate place. I looked at him in questioning awe, and motioned for me to take the food from him. My eyes were soft upon his as I took the cake from his hands, quickly devouring the precious gift. He picked me up from where I lay on the embankment, brushing snow from my hair. I watched as the shape of my parents grew smaller and smaller with each stride, my mother calling out my name. Her goodbye was drowned out by the sound of me chewing, continuing to tear into my bun.
“Chew slowly, there is plenty of food for you where we’re going, little one.” His voice was soft, rumbling and soothing me to sleep, and for once I felt no fear as it overcame me.
February 13th, 1941
The year was 1941. I was a young woman. Specifics remain irrelevant. I stared blankly at the cot above me, waiting for the bugle to sound to drag me from the bed. They could keep me in bed until everyone else, but I could wake as early as I pleased. Some of us indulged these little moments, reveling in the solitude. The day would start soon enough though, and I would fade into obscurity as I always had.
A personal identity was never very important to us growing up, In fact, sometimes we would forget that there were many little “I’s” caught up in that monstrous, perfect “we”. Tolerance for individualism had never been lower, all that died with the tzar and his family. The world was made in a new way, one where I nor anyone else seemed to matter very much. That way of living certainly helped in my future… occupation. If one can call it that. In my service to the cause. It’s easiest to divorce yourself from your identity, and what better way to do that than by never creating one. We worked in tandem to accomplish our goals, me and everyone else like me. All made to be the same, faceless, nameless being.
We were the most expendable that way, all the same. What was it to them if one of us died when there are 10 others exactly the same? Plates that run parallel to our spines sure make it easy to be rid of one of us when she lost her use. 7 plates lie between seven vertebrae, a reminder of what exactly was given up for that full belly.
There it was, the horn. My feet hit the ground along with a few dozen others. We walked to the showers, to the clothing racks, the mirror. So many identical, beautiful little soldiers. We aligned ourselves to greet our officer, preparing for the new day of tasks. I prepared myself for filing, or maybe cleaning if I was particularly unlucky.
“You, step forward.” I felt all the eyes in the room on me at once. Yep, cleaning, forever. What had I done to be singled out? “Follow me. Everyone else may report to the same work station as yesterday.” There were no murmurs from the other girls, though soft glances said the words that would be spoken had censure not been nearly as tight. My cheeks burned as I followed the officer out of the dormitory and down the main corridor. I expected to walk into the headmaster’s office, but we passed it quickly. The kitchen? No. Where were we going?
The hallway ended in a conference room, and with every other door briskly passed, I knew this must be my destination. I entered a room to see the headmaster sitting in the chair that would typically be mine. A man dressed in full regalia sat across the table, scowling at me.
“Close the door, please.”
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“I am very happy that we can continue to work together. You have done well enough in your training over the past few years. But that was just training, you need to show us that you can be a real asset. So, we are willing to give you an assignment. A real chance to prove your worth to us.” He tossed a file across the desk at me, my picture stapled to the front. There was a number that followed it, something I suppose I could now call a name. I opened the front and looked at the documents provided to me. There were a few of my pictures as a child, perfectly vague, easy to slip into any narrative. I took out the passport that was clipped by its cover to the rest of the documents. Italian. “You speak Italian, yes?” He must have noticed me looking at it.
“Yes, I do.” I opened the passport. Eleanora Romano. I hadn’t had a name in so long, it felt awkward to say it and know it meant me. I read through her background information, reading slowly through a peaceful upbringing in the Italian countryside, living with parents and 2 brothers until she came of age, upon which she married. Married? I looked up at the commander. “I’m married?”
“Yes, Eleanora. You are married to Giancarlo Balotelli, as you have been for 4 years now. Giancarlo is an American asset that you have been partnered with to cooperate on this long-term mission. You two will assist in maintaining each other's covers. He has been in placements twice before, so you may learn a thing or two from him.” He paused, leaning in. “Do not trust the American. We may be friends today, but they are still unwilling to live as we do, even for the betterment of their people. It would behoove you to observe him as well. Let us know what our friends in the west are like, for the day that we may no longer be friends.” I nodded solemnly.
“I understand. Thank you for this opportunity.” The door opened, and a new man entered the room.
“This is your handler. He will be your contact while you’re undercover, providing you with updates to your objectives as well as coordinating your integration with your new world. He will be responsible for your care from now.” The door opened again, and my handler led me out. He was so very generic, hair that was neither brown nor blonde with eyes of indistinguishable color. Even his clothes seemed to blend away. If you passed your eyes across a room with him in it, you wouldn’t see him at all. He was perfect for his job, unseen. I looked down at the picture on my file; would I so perfectly fit the mold I was chosen to become? The dark hair and eyes that had so often been looked down on, now perhaps the very reason I would be allowed to prove my worth. I must make it worth their time.
He led me out the front door. The clouds covered the sky, hugging me in a blanket, like they too protected my identity. I felt snow crunch beneath my boots as I walked towards the gate, inching closer than I had ever been before. The handler motioned to the guards at the watchtower before the front gate opened. It felt like a vacuum had been opened, sucking me out of the only home I had ever really known. All I could do was continue to walk to the gate, breath catching with every move made.
With one last step, I was in the outside world. I looked up at the creaking sound to see the gate closing again, and I turned to watch the buildings I had grown up in vanish from view.
“I hope you didn’t have anyone you wanted to say goodbye to. The girls your age will soon be assigned on missions of their own, and it will be a while before any of you are recalled. If you survive that is,” he chuckled to himself. I didn’t find it funny. “We will meet the American asset and his handler to complete the profiles and transfer you to your station. You should be in place in less than 72 hours.” We boarded into a military truck, and I watched the compound grow more distant until it entirely disappeared from view.
I was brought into a plain building with sets scattered on the inside. Final pictures to complete our life together would be taken here before we left for our mission. My handler motioned to a bench for me to sit. “The Americans are on their way, you may wait here for them.” I sank into the bench, exhausted from the events of today. We drove for at least 5 hours. I had no idea where we were, but I supposed that was none of my business. After what felt like hours on a chair that certainly flattened my ass a bit, the door opened.
The Americans walked in the room, confident in a way I was not accustomed to. One wore a mask much like my handler did while the other left his face exposed. His hair covered his face, obscuring his green eyes. He walked over to shake my hand. His grip was soft, gentle. He reached for my other hand and slipped a ring onto my finger. “I am USO-47022- XYX. It’s lovely to meet you, Nora.”
#xyx blooming panic#xyx#Blooming panic#BP xyx#enemies to lovers#forced proximity#please like this i love me some validation#msikiy
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Halloween night part 2
A/N: this is my first time writing smut, im sorry if its bad, i tried my best! i hope you guys like this, i’d really appreciate feedback so i can get better at writing!!
Warning: smut, cursing, drug use.
Word count: 1,299
Part 1
We entered the party through the front door Maddy and I had our arms intertwined looking fearless and ready to get fucked up, people were staring and men were eating us up with their looks, we loved the attention, in another situation i would’ve been shy about it and wanting to be low key but tonight, based on how i looked and the amount of confidence i had in my body i wanted to be looked at.
Soon after we had a drink in our hands and were dancing around, i spotted Fez in the back yard, sitting in a circle on a fire pit with some people next to him, doing business i guess. “Yo Maddy got some molly there?” “Sure girl, here, i see your intentions go get that dick” she gave me a little pill and laughed as she left to go get Nate. I drowned the little pill with my drink and took a deep breath as i made my way to the yard.
My walk was confident, as i approached i saw some random bitch trying to get free drugs next to Fez. “Hi, can you like get the fuck out i wanna sit here” you pushed the girl out of the spot next to him “ugh fucking bitch” she said scoffing walking away. “Hey pretty girl, don’t know where you got the confidence from but u looking hot right now” he said eyeing you up and down. “It might be the molly” you answered sitting on his lap, “i don’t want any of those nasty bitches getting all up on you, you know? She needed to bounce” “you jealous baby?” He tried hiding his smile taking his blunt to his lips dragging and exhaling the smoke. “No none of that, i don’t get jealous, you like my outfit…daddy?” you teased trying to get a reaction of him, and it worked, you started feeling the bulge on his pants grow underneath you. “Love it angel” that made you smile “Come dance with me” you whispered inches away from his face. “I don’t dance ma, you know that” i did know that. He never danced at parties or drank, just business and weed. “Fine, i’ll go get some else to dance with me, you saw how every single guy in this party looked at me when i came in, they want me and for sure will want to dance with me” you got up all mad but with a great idea, this will be fun. “Be careful” he warned “or what?” “Just saying ma”.
You found yourself dancing surrounded by people, you were not sober but not to the point you wont remember anything the next morning. You felt some hands guiding you on your hips, someone started dancing with you as your gaze was locked on Fez. His eyes wouldn’t leave you ether. The random guy started kissing your neck “wanna go somewhere more private?” He whispered on your ear. “Nah im good” you turned around facing him this time, he was cute though but you didn’t want him, “you could see fez’s face change as he gazed the dude all over you.
He knew you were right, everyone knew, you were pretty, hot, smart, and a good girl, who wouldn’t want that? He felt anger, looking at how the guy was touching you, how he was kissing your neck, he found himself surrounded by drunk people, he found you, taking you by your arm away from that creep, “what are you doing? I was having fun” you pouted “shut the fuck up” he opened the first door he saw available, a bathroom, perfect. He pushed you in and locked the door having your back against the wood door as he towered you.
“You gonna act like that? Huh” “l-like what?” You were nervous, “like a slut” his voice was low but dark, “you sit on my lap, got me all hard and went dancing with that fucker, why u gotta do me like that?” You could feel a wet spot creating on your lace panties, still not answering, your gaze went in between his eyes and lips, soon after you two were devouring each other, his touch felt like it was burning your skin in pleasure, the molly made everything feel a thousand times better. “jump” you did what he said, his hands catching your thighs, soon you felt the cold stone of the sink counter underneath you, he was now placed in between your legs, still not leaving each others mouths.
You felt his fingers trace the soft and wet lace of your underwear, “look at u baby, you’re drippin’ wet, this because of me or…” his fingers pressing on your heat making you moan lightly “..that fucker?” he finished his sentence smirking. “You” all you could let out was a whisper. “You sure?” He pushed the fabric aside, his fingers gathering the wetness created on your folds. You let out another moan louder this time as you felt his fingers entering you “use your words baby, i wanna hear u, who got you this wet?” He was enjoying this “y-you, fuck, just you, please fez i need you fuck please” you were becoming desperate under his touch. You needed to feel him inside of you. “Needy lil baby huh?” Without a warning he entered you, his dick sliding in perfectly filling your insides making you melt in pleasure, his hand found your throat, squeezing it making you look at him directly, you were a moaning mess as his thrusts were so fast and deep, he was fucking you good, better than you could ever imagine. “Please fez i-im close” “Nah baby u gonna hold up till i say you can cum alright?” You nodded, trying your best to hold it up, the room was filled with groans and moans luckily the music was loud enough so no one could hear what was going on, his thrusts were becoming sloppy signaling he was also close, devouring your neck leaving some marks behind, making your pleasure even more unbearable. “Fuck please fez i can’t hold it any longer please” you begged as tears where threatening to come out. “Shit im close to, go ahead baby cum for me, be a good girl and let me see that pretty face of yours as you cum on my dick” he whispered, that was enough to send you over the edge he followed you right after, “fuck that was definitely something” he laughed.
You were trying to make yourself presentable again staring at your reflection fixing your makeup and hair, “yeah, it was. We’ll have to talk about this” “yeah ma, we do, now go have fun with your friends, if i see some dude get close to you ma i swear i’ll beat the fuck out of him or sum” he kissed you as he held you close to him, “yeah i know, but you got nothing to worry about, im yours, i’ve always been and always will.” “I know my angel, and im yours too don’t forget” he said as he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, you exited the bathroom a little smile creating on your lips, a few moments later he did too.
Walking down the hallway you found Maddy “yo were where you?” She eyed fez walking past you two making his way out to the party, Maddy looked back at you realizing what just happened “did yall..? Bitch did you fuck him?” you blushed “yes, now lets go get a fucking drink” you tried your best to walk normal, this fucker fucked you so good you barely could walk. The rest of the night was amazing, you will for sure remember this night.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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"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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.”
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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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Best friend’s ex | Benny Weir x reader
Fandom: My babysitter’s a vampire
Request: “ Um if you don’t mind can you write for mbav? Something along the lines of the reader and Ethan try a fake relationship thing cause Ethan asked her to? Like to get to Sarah/ or get her attention. And everyone is shocked cause they thought Benny and the reader would date instead cause all 3 of them are childhood friends”
Genre:Fluff mostly but I guess a little angst torwards the end
Warnings: some arguing and also it’s LONG, don’t say I didn’t warn you
A/N: This has a little Ethan x reader too but over all it’s Benny with a guest apperence from jelous!Benny torwards the end (or at least that’s what I was going for)
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“Wait, you’re dating?! Like for real dating?!”
You clinged tighter to Ethan’s arm “Yeah, we are” but you weren’t. You didn’t want to lie to your friends and it was honestly making you kinda uncomfy but you were doing it for E.
“Ok so how long has this been going on for?” asked Benny. You and your entire friend group were gathered around his locker and you decided to break the news to them about your and Ethan’s “relationship”, which was all bullcrap. He had asked you a couple nights before to pretend. He was hoping it would get him closer to Sarah.
“Um, no more than a month” E said, trying to sound as confident as possible and doing a fairly good job at it. Of course you saw right through him but everyone else seemed to buy his act.
“Well that’s...interesting news” Sarah laughed awkwardly
“You think so? Why?”
The group went silent for a moment
“Well, just cause” Sarah started, nervousness laced into her tone “I mean I would have guessed that Benny and Y/N were going to get together eventually.” Rory and Erika just nodded in agreement while Benny tried to suppress a nervous laughter.
“I mean, come on guys” he said “ I’ve known Y/N for just as long as Ethan.”
“Yeah, but you two just always seemed, I don’t know, closer?”
“Well” Ethan interrupted “ seems like you were wrong on that one.”
Suddenly aware of how rude she sounded, Sarah babbled some lame excuse and left quickly, face red from embarrassment. Rory and Erika left as well, each in their own direction, but not before congratulating the couple once more. Benny was the only one left.
“You good Benny?” E asked
“Yeah, I guess it’s just interesting seeing you like this”
“I hope you’re not mad or anything I mean we…” you were quickly cut off by Benny
“No, no, absolutely, not! I’m really happy for you guys! My two best friends are in love, that’s really cool!” A pink tint made its way onto your cheeks hearing Benny say “in love”, even though you knew it wasn’t true. E smiled at you and hid his face in your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your hips, swaying you two back and forth for a moment
“Alright, well I gotta go. Chem starts in a few” you told your boys and headed to class, not before hugging both of them and leaving Ethan with a quick peck on the cheek
As soon as you got to class however, you texted your “boyfriend”
“Think that went pretty well”
“I think so too. Everyone seemed to buy it!”
“I know!” you said and the conversation ended like that.
You switched your attention back to your teacher, who was discussing your next assignment but even though your eyes were on her, your mind was replaying Sarah’s comment on repeat. You and Benny, huh? You couldn’t say you disliked the idea or that you’ve never thought about it. You’ve always felt different when hanging out with him compared to all your other friends.You felt more free and comfortable. You couldn’t stop the smile on your face from the fuzzy feeling you got just thinking about Bens and you together.
“So how long are we gonna be doing this for?” you texted Ethan. Now that you thought about it, you could never date Benny after this. The sudden realisation made your stomach twist in knots. He would never even go on a date with you if he thought you to be Ethan’s ex! Bro code or whatever but you couldn’t blame them!
“I don’t know for sure, I don’t see why it should last more than a couple months.”
“Ok” you didn’t mind helping E. He was a great guy and one day, some amazing girl is gonna see that and be all over him, even if it’s not Sarah! And he’s going to fall in love and have a beautiful wife and a happy family and this thing you are doing right now is just gonna be a silly high school memory to look back at. You tried not to overthink everything like you usually do and go with the flow, have fun.
It was surprisingly easy to do. Holding hands and occasional cheek kisses didn’t mean much and you never had a “proper kiss”, telling everyone you were simply not fans of PDA. It didn’t feel much like you were a couple, just closer friends. Touchier.
About 4 months down the line, you and Ethan go on your last “date”, which really just meant pizza night at Morgan’s.
“Thanks for all this Y/N, I know you didn’t have to and it might have been awkward at times but it means a lot that you went with it all this time” Ethan says sincerely while pouring you a glass of soda
“Don’t be silly E! You are one of my best friends. I would do anything for you.”
“Yeah but, now you and Benny won’t be…” he didn’t finish his sentence, as if he wasn’t sure if bringing this up was even a good idea or if it was gonna make you mad. You told E about your crush on your best friend not long after your first day as a “couple”. You couldn’t lie to him and quite honestly, you needed someone to vent to. The more you thought about Benny, the more it hurt and while you weren’t mad at Ethan for bringing it up now (you knew he had the best of intentions), it was putting you off
“Let’s not talk about that tonight” you said softly
“Right, yes, of course! Sorry” you giggle and reached out for your glass of soda, raising it up
“A toast!” you declared dramatically, making E laugh “To our breakup!” Ethan raised his own glass and clicked it with yours
“To our breakup!” he said before you both took a sip of your drinks
You laid down on the couch, getting ready to watch Scare Finder. Your head was resting on one of Ms. Morgan’s decorative pillows and you placed your feet on E’s lap. He rolled his eyes at you and you giggled
“I love you!”
“I love you too babe” he joked before laying down next to you and wrapping you in a hug. The couch was a bit too small for the both of you to lay down side by side and you felt the left side of your body hanging off the edge but E’s arms were around your waist, holding you and you felt safe
“Can we..” Ethan whispered nervously “can we keep cuddling during shows even if we aren’t boyfriend- girlfriend anymore?”
“Yes of course” you giggled
“Good, cause this is really comfortable” he whispered in your neck
“I know, I love it too”
~~~
Your breakup was a much bigger deal than you anticipated.Your friends seemed not only shocked, but heartbroken too. You didn’t tell them anything about why you ended your relationship, saying it was too early and you didn’t feel like talking about it but that you were still close friends and nothing was going to change
Things went back to normal afterwards, except now you were single and so was Benny and you couldn't help the invisible pull, dragging you closer and closer to him. Everyone of his silly jokes made you crack up and you couldn’t even be mad at him when his failed spells ended up in a big mess that you and the friend group needed to solve. You hadn’t realised how much you missed him until you broke up with E. Whether or not that relationship was real, it felt like a real reason to stay away from Benny. It felt like you were taken because everyone else belived you to be. You couldn’t make a move on him because everyone knew you to have a boyfriend but now you didn’t and you couldn’t help yourself from looking at B in a different light.
You were over at his house, helping him pack some herbs he had to organise for his grandma, as punishment for wasting all her old ones on some spell. You were stuffing dried leaves in tiny jars, while Benny was busying himself attaching little tags to them, with the name of each plant.
“Thanks again for coming to help me, you didn’t have to”
“Anytime Bens, you know I’m always here for you” you looked at him and smiled sweetly. He looked into your eyes and said
“I know, Thank you” you nodded and switched your focus back on the plants, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush on your face. Lucky for you, he started telling a story that happened in his geography class and things slowly fell into their usual, casual place, at least up until you had to leave.
You placed the last little jar in its respective spot on the shelf
“I think this is it, right?” Benny asked
“It should be”
“Perfect, I’m in dire need of a snack. You want chips? I have some upstairs”
“No, it’s late, I should head home”
“Um, ok yeah. No problem” but none of you moved after that, you just looked at one other for a little bit, until the awkwardness got too much and you took your backpack and headed to the door
“Thanks again” Benny said right when you reached the door
“No problem” and then time froze again. You got lost in his pretty eyes and barely noticed his chest rising and falling faster with every second that passed until, you both found yourselves in each other's arms, kissing deeply and desperately, as if you’ve waited all your life for this. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling at loose strands, his hands running up and down your back, bringing you as close to him as possible. All your senses were intoxicated with him and finally, the little pit in your chest disappeared. Your lips fit together like puzzle pieces but than, all of a sudden, Benny pushed you away aggressively
“No, I can’t do that!” his back turned to you, but you saw the red in his face and his hands went to his head, massaging the back of his neck just like you had been doing
“Benny…”
“No, no, you are Ethan’s ex and we can’t do that! I can’t do that!”
“B, listen to me!” you tried to step towards him but at your slightest movement, he jumped back, finally turning to face you
“Y/N, that was a mistake and I’m sorry! We shouldn’t have done that! It was a mistake” your eyes stung from the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks
“Don’t say that…” you could barely hear your own voice and were genuinely surprised when B replied
“Of course it was! As much as I wanted to do it and as right as it may have felt, it’s barely been a few weeks since your last relationship with MY BEST FRIEND and your best friend too and we can’t, I CAN’T do this to him! You, you guys dated and…”
“But we didn’t!” you said
“Of course you did, are you out of your mind?” Benny looked at you, teary eyed and desperate “I saw you, we saw you! Holding hands and cheek kisses! He had his arm around your back every moment of every goddamn school day and every time I wished it was me! He had all of you and he could hold you during movie nights and spend all his free time with you and kiss you and run his hands through your hair and everytime he did it I imagined that I was in his spot, hoping you would look at me with the same love and admiration that you looked with at him but now it’s too late! It doesn’t matter that he didn’t cherish you better while he had you because I still can not take you! I can’t do that to him!”
“Benny it wasn’t real!”
“What does that even mean Y/N?” he was yelling now, but you knew he wasn’t angry, just hurt. You saw the tears in his eyes and how hard he tried to stop them from running down his face.
“We weren’t ever dating! We just pretended!” the madness in his eyes turned to a question, an invitation for you to continue “It was all a show Bens. He wanted to impress Sarah. He asked me to fake a relationship with him.”
Benny leaned over the table, resting his body on his arms. He seemed to be thinking for a while, until he said “That’s a stupid idea”
You laughed “I thought so too when he told me” Benny seemed to think some more before saying
“Such an Ethan idea to have” which only made you laugh more
“So it was never real?” he asks you finally
“No! It was just an act” but even now, Benny couldn’t say anything. He was looking at his hands nervously. You took a deep breath and said the one thing you could think of
“He knows if that’s what you are wondering” the boy looked at you with questioning eyes again “Ethan I mean”
“Ethan knows what?”
“That I like you” Benny straightened and looked at you with soft eyes once more, you felt your cheeks heat up and turned to walk away but Benny quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him, holding you in a tight hug.
“So, does that mean I can kiss you again?” a small smile tugged at your lips
“Please do”
#mbav x reader#mbav#benny weir#benny weir x reader#benny weir imagine#benny weir fluff#benny weir angst#ethan morgan x reader#ethan morgan imagine
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football hysteria x damon albarn
I LOVED THIS SM LMAO !!!!!!!! football obsessed damon is so cute
Pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader
Warnings: noneeee
Word count: 2.281
Requested by anon <3
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"Who you supporting?" Graham asked me, handing me a beer as he sat himself beside me on the couch next to me in the middle, Damon sat on the opposing side. Damon had dragged me over to Graham's house to watch the Man City and Chelsea game tonight, and knowing just how competitive Damon came to football, I knew it was better that I simply went along with things rather than moan about how much I really didn't want to spend two hours watching two teams pass around a ball for entertainment.
"Erm, Man City." I replied, quickly flicking the can open to taste the bittersweet barley flavouring of the heineken beer as it embellished the walls of my mouth.
"You don't support Chelsea?" Damon questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.
A small chuckle left my mouth. “Of course I don't, they're shit." I sneered, aware of the havoc that my statement was going to cause. Immediately, Damon's mouth fell agape; stunned by my malevolence, as well as partial shock from the new-found information surrounding my opinions on football.
Graham's laughter rang through the room and my ears as my eyes continued to burn into Damon's piercing gaze, him just as amused as I was. Nobody was as big a football fan as Damon had become. "They're anything but shit," he continued, eyebrows now raised as he scoffed. "You're telling me that you support Man City? Gallagher-brother-Man-City?"
"Okay I'm going to sit between you both,'' Graham announced, swiftly standing up, shoving my body to the side he had just accompanied, placing his body between me and Damon, a blockade to prevent either of us going at each other's throats. "Just so we can all be alive by the end of it."
“Well I wouldn't have fucking invited her over if I knew she supported those manic twats, Graham."
"Piss right off Damon, we're in Graham's flat, not yours." I bit back, completely unphased by his childlike behaviour. It had been made quite apparent to the media that Chelsea were indeed the band dominated by the south, as well as Blur, and Man City were celebrated in the north by Oasis. However, it was quite comical noticing the immediate flush of anger that filled Damon's face after my sly comment. Leaning back into the loveseat, my back adorned the soft feel of the cushion behind me. "Graham, who do you support?" I asked, curiosity laced in my words as the football pitch came into view on the television screen - initiating the beginning of the match.
My eyes were focused on Graham as I watched him toss his glasses onto the coffee table in front of us, which had been cascading with countless bags of crisps and other treats to keep us stuffed as the ninety-minute match played through. "In all honesty, I'm not that phased with football," he began, reaching over to open a bag of crisps. "It's Damon here who's completely obsessed with it."
As the match began, tensions were already built to a high degree between the three of us. Small but meaningless comments had been thrown into the atmosphere of the apartment, merely portraying our silliness and how neither of us had seemingly outgrown the competitive side of our personalities, something that would be more apparent during teenage years. Unfortunately however, very early into the game, Damon's supporting team had decided to skillfully snatch the ball from one of the players, eventually managing to get it into the goal - portraying the first goal scored subsequent to the game's start.
Damon instantaneously rose at the goal, shouting loud enough for the neighbours to hear every single word that rumbled out of his throat. "Told you we were bett-" he said, smugness intertwined between his words so effortlessly, though shamefully his words had been cut off by the sound of the cushion, once placed behind me, now hitting his face. I couldn't help but allow a tiny smirk to illustrate itself on my facial features as I admired his face dripping in absolute bewilderment towards my actions. “What the fuck was that for?” he scoffed, falling back into his side of the sofa, as I sustained the grin on my face, watching him. The atmosphere that was once overflowing with hostility was now completely serenaded with Damon's egocentric giggles, forcing my body to hunch into a sulk at how quickly my team had been warranting for a loss so early into the match.
Mid-way through the game, Graham had decided to go to the corner shop by his apartment to get more beers for us to share, due to us having run out to share between the three of us. I dreaded being alone in the room with the game ongoing with Damon present, full-well knowing that his upbeat jolliness would attempt to torment me upon the fact that he was winning, which, to my demise, was exactly what had occured. The air fell still in the room once the sound of the door slamming etched through the flat walls, my gaze focused entirely on the match following on the screen, attempting to focus my mind on anything but the room that I was currently occupied in - though my peripheral noticed Damon's head almost instantly turned to look in my direction once it was made evident that Graham wasn’t inside the flat anymore. As if reading my mind, he decided to shift his body weight, which was once adorned to the other armrest of the burgundy couch, right next to me, where he attempted to wrap his arm around my shoulders, warming me into an embrace. In spite of this, I could feel his intense stare on my features. Using all my strength to avoid connecting eyes with him, I wasn’t going to admit defeat so easily, my stubbornness proving a point.
Once Damon realised, he carried on watching the game, however his body had continued it's embrace with mine. At one point, I was thinking that the match was going to be a lost cause from the performance shown by Chelsea, However, things began to turn around, and Man City managed to score a goal, to Damon's consternation. The sudden win resulted in me lunging from my seat, swiftly detaching myself from Damon, my whole body cheering towards the goal as it replayed on the screen. What was amusing was that, after I had finished my applause, I noticed that Damon had moved back into his seat by the side of the couch, distancing himself from me. "Aw, you don't want to sit with me anymore?" I sarcastically questioned, not waiting for an answer as a small smile crept on my lips. It was very amusing, pissing Damon off. I must say, watching his ego deflate into nothing but a simple sulk at the corner of a room was really the sight.
"What did I miss?" The sound of graham's voice sounded through the room, paired with the clank of multiple beer bottles as he reached into the plastic carrier bag to place them on the table. Each and every one had an individual water-streak pattern, indicating that they had just been chilled - when they taste best.
"Man City scored!" I exclaimed, reaching out for one of the glass bottles as I got the bottle opener to unfasten it from its metal clasp, promptly taking a swig from the beverage. The intent was, of course, to provide Graham with the extra knowledge upon the events that occurred during the match whilst he was absent, however knowing myself, I had also wanted to remind Damon of said occurrences, to surge him to the edge of his frustration. Exclaiming it at the top of my lungs held just enough power to do just that.
A chuckle immediately left Graham's mouth from my enthusiasm. "Need me to sit between you both again?" He jokingly asked, yet an element of seriousness was laced between his words.
“Depends if Damon's gonna stop sulking or not.” I replied, focusing my view on the game playing on the screen.
"You're the one who was fucking throwing the cushions!" Damon shouted, reaching over to grab himself a beer.
"Because you were pissing me off!" I answered, shifting my gaze onto Damon, who was, to my surprise, staring directly at me. There was a certain look of annoyance glazed on his features, though the agitation seemed to subside as soon as we locked stares, as if he was longing for my eyes to bear their sight toward him, as if it was an examination, an analysation to confirm whether we were still on good terms or not; of course we were, while conflicting preferences drew evident tears between us during that moment in particular. After a few seconds had passed, Damon leaned back into the cushion, carrying on watching the game unfold, satisfied with his response from my eyes. Switching my gaze over to Graham, I took notice of a look of question illustrated on his features, to which I decided to mime that it was alright, in order to move myself next to Damon once again. It would've been a lie, and a mere understatement, to say that I hadn't missed his arms around me.
Bunching up next to him, enough space was made to allow graham to sit himself down next to me, though that thought was the last passing my mind; my body was shivering from nervousness, the close proximity between us, regardless of our romantic acquaintance, never failed to bloom butterflies at the pit of my stomach. Due to my body's weight pressing down onto the cushion next to him, it was obvious that he was aware that I moved to sit next to him - but at a cause of his stubbornness, him averting all his attention onto me, admiring me as if I was the only living being in the apartment, a home that hadn't even belonged to me, would never happen - it would take much more to result in his feign of irritation to melt away. Placing my arm around his shoulder, I granted my hand to reach up to his beautiful head of hair, my fingers caressing his strands gently as I brushed any parts that were sticking out on the sides of his head. His arms were wrapped around one another, like a child encompassed in an angry stupor at their parent due to them not allowing them a packet of sweets from the grocery store, though I was playing at his heartstrings, aware of just how much he adored me playing with his dirty blonde locks.
For a short sum of time, we both sat there, my hands never halting their actions. The next few minutes of the game played out of continuous dribbling and passing to other teammates, oftentimes resulting in the other team taking hold of the ball and running around with it for a while until their attempt to score. Randomly, Damon's arm had released itself from its shared embrace with the other, engulfing my body with his as he encased his left arm around my shoulders. We were in a sense of comfort with one another, though from Damon's avoidance of my stare it was made obvious that he was still in the least carrying a small element of annoyance, nevertheless, as I allowed my eyes to linger onto his delicate, paradisiacal features, holding back a grin was seen much easier said than done, a small curvature sneaking itself on his lips.
"Look who's won." Graham mumbled, his voice detaching me out of my trance that I was enamoured in.
A laugh rang itself out of my throat as I admired the lengthy team cheering as they enveloped one another in a massive embrace. "Told you they were better!" I grinned as I diverted my gaze onto Damon, the same look of frustration painted on his demeanour, still avoiding his eyes on me. "You want a kiss?" I asked, tilting my head in order to make sure I was the main thing in his sight, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep up his facade so easily. "Kiss kiss?"
I continued until his eyes met mine. It was as if, for a short segment of time we were frozen in place, momentary seconds passing of us merely marvelling at the view illustrated forth one another, my hands snaking their way around his neck as I leaned in slightly, noticing his blue orbs fall onto my lips, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his mind wandered through fields of appraisal. It was then where I couldn’t hold resistance for any longer, and I doubted that Damon could, bringing my head forward as I let my lips latch onto his, allowing time to flow as they lingered still before he kissed me back with gentle force, enough to notify me of his desire that encompassed him just as much as me. The kiss held innocence, portrayed adoration in its true beauty, nevertheless, also embodying eagerness, a yearning of lust.
"I'm going to be honest," I mumbled, removing my lips away from his, panting as I attempted to recollect my breath. "I don't actually support Man City."
"Of course you fucking don't." Damon laughed, our lips connecting once again as he perched his head forward, intoxicating me with the very thing that I desired most in that significant moment.
"If you're gonna shag, please go home." Graham groaned, causing our bodies to jolt at the sudden awareness that we weren’t alone together. Pulling away instantly, a wave of embarrassment covered my cheeks as we looked at one another, infatuation the single thing flowing out of our eyes.
“Sorry Graham.”
#i loved this so much please#damon albarn x reader#damon albarn#90s#blur band#britpop#graham coxon#imagines#band imagines
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Predator and Prey
Pairing: Psychopath!Jimin x Reader
Genre: yandere au + serial killer au
Summary: You and your friends decide to go on a camping trip that quickly takes a twisted and deadly turn.
Warnings: Yandere content, mentions of blood, murder, kidnapping, graphic violence, strong language, overall dark themes, please read at your own risk
“Stop being so loud, Chan. You might attract a bear,” you friend, Gia, scolded, smacking the boy next to her with a stick.
“Ow! Geez, okay,” he muttered, standing up from his spot around the fire, “I’m going to go take a leak anyway.”
“Classy,” you piped up, watching happily as your marshmallow slowly turned golden brown over the open flames.
Chan rolled his eyes, turning around and walked away, disappearing amongst the surrounding bushes.
“Gosh, he’s so annoying.”
A small giggle escaped past your lips as you pulled your marshmallow off the stick, “At least he’s entertaining.”
A scoff erupted from her chest while she grabbed herself out some chocolate.
“Who cares,” your other friend, Hyunjin, spoke up, “Just ignore him if he bothers the spoiled princess oh-so much.”
A piece of chocolate went flying across the campfire, ricocheting itself off Hyunjin’s forehead. Almost immediately, the two began bickering back and forth, throwing insults and snide comments each other’s way. Many minutes passed while you sat back silently observing, until a pit of worry started to grow in your stomach. You almost forgot, but nearly ten minutes had passed and Chan still wasn’t back yet.
“Guys,” you hesitantly interrupted, “Do you think we should go find Chan? He’s been gone a long time.”
The two glanced your way, confusion written on their features.
“He’s fine. He’s probably just goofing around,” Hyunjin replied.
“Or he’s lost,” Gia offered, her voice hopeful.
Hyunjin sent her a glare before the sound of a twig snapping caught everyone’s attention. A figure was slowly emerging from the bushes.
“Hey, man,” Hyunjin called out, “Good thing you’re back. Y/n was starting to get worried.”
When the figure finally came into view, Gia let out a horrified gasp. The man wasn’t Chan. In fact, you had no idea who he was. He stood in silence, waiting for someone else to make a move.
Although, it was hard to notice, his hands were fully covered in blood.
“Hey, who the fuck are you? And where’s our friend?”
Hyunjin began hollering out at the intruder, standing up from his seat and taking a couple steps in his direction. The man still didn’t speak. He only cocked his head to the side, his eyes scanning your friends. Suddenly, his gaze shifted to you. A small smirk tugged on his lips. His tongue darted out, running along his bottom lip while staring intently into your eyes.
You felt weak under his stare, almost vulnerable. Whoever this man was, he radiated danger. Your eyes trailed down his body, causing a slight gasp to leave your lips the second you noticed the crimson metallic blade clutched tightly in the stranger’s grip.
“Hey,” Hyunjin shouted again, “Are you listening to me, you fucking creep?”
“S-Stop it, Hyunjin,” you stuttered out, but it was too late.
The man had already lunged himself at your friend, tackling him down to the ground. The knife was then raised over the stranger’s head and plunged deep down into Hyunjin’s chest.
A solid grip formed around your hand as Gia pulled you off the wood log. While dragging you behind her, she dashed off into the woods which circled your campsite. Panic, terror, nausea, and guilt. All those emotions swirled themselves inside your chest.
You struggled to keep up with Gia’s fast pace, especially while dodging various branches, bushes, and trees.
“Gia, stop. Stop!” you yelled out.
She reluctantly listened, stopping all her movements, and whipped around to face you.
“What? What the hell is it?”
“Wh-What about Hyunjin? We can’t just leave him—”
You felt stupid saying for it, but the idea of abandoning your friend, who may still be alive, made you feel worse.
“What about Hyunjin? Y/n, are you serious? He’s dead! Dead! And if we don’t start running, fast, we are going to end up dead too! ..”
Her hollering abruptly stopped as she jolted, her body becoming tense. You watched in fearful concern and she began wavering from side to side, then suddenly dropped face down onto the ground. The black handle of a blade sticking out proudly from her back.
“Last one standing, I see.”
Your head snapped up at the voice. Only a few feet away stood the deranged murderer. Tears began streaming uncontrollably down your cheeks. You gradually backed away, desperately trying to put some distance between you and the psychopath. He walked forward in your direction, only to stop and crouch down next to Gia’s figure.
“P-Please,” you sobbed out, watching as he pulled the knife out from your best friend’s back.
The animalistic man in front of you ignored your sad attempt for mercy, continuing to stalk up to you at an agonizingly slow pace.
Just like a predator when it finally cornered it’s prey ..
The harsh sounds of leaves crunching under his feet filled your ears. Your eyes shifted away from the weapon to actually look over his figure. Scratches, bruises, and cuts littered the visible parts of his skin. The boys must’ve fought hard to get away.
The dark denim of his jeans were torn and caked in mud. Your eyes moved to his white shirt. A crimson red colour splattered itself all around, almost like it was trying to create a sick and twisted design.
The fabric will forever be stained with the blood of your friends.
With every forward step he took, you took two backwards, that is until your back ran into the rough bark of a tree. Using it to his advantage, the man quickly closed the gap between you, stopping only when he was a mere inch away.
The man’s free hand reached out, pushing away rouge strands of hair that fell into your face. You couldn’t help but to flinch at his actions, tears still continuing to pool in the corner of your eyes. Your whole body quaked in fear.
“So innocent,” he murmured, talking more to himself than you.
You could feel the tip of his bloodstained knife make contact with your skin causing you to whimper. A sick smile tugged on his lips at the pathetic sound. He slowly dragged the blade up your thigh, only to stop when he hit the hem of your shorts. The tears threatening to fall finally gave up their bluff and fell down your cheeks.
“So delicate,” he muttered once again.
He pulled the knife away from your thigh, only to press it down against your lower abdomen, keeping you in place.
“Please,” your voice sounded weak, barely even above a whisper, “Don’t k-kill me.”
A dark chuckle escape past his lips as his free hand moved from your hair to your face, tracing his thumb across your lips.
“Kill you? Oh, baby, I’m not going to kill you.”
He leaned down, digging the knife further into your stomach, but made sure not to draw any blood. Or at least not yet. His lips made their way to your ear, lightly grazing over the soft flesh before whispering,
“I’m going to make you my new toy, beautiful. Isn’t that exciting?”
His free hand found its way to your throat, grasping onto it with a painfully tight grip. Your lungs almost immediately began burning for air. Everything in your sight became blurry, then a swarm of black dots began to consume your vision. The sickeningly sweet voice of the man in front of you echoed through your ears, sounding far off in the distance.
“You’re all mine now, babygirl .. I can’t wait to finally have some fun.”
Then your body gave out, collapsing you into the arms of a psychopath.
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// Alright, I didn’t want to make myself or anyone wait for the completion of the fic, so I hammered it out! 🍄 \\
#bts yandere au#yandere bts#bts yandere#yandere jimin#serial killer!jimin#jimin fanfic#psychopath!jimin#jimin x reader#park jimin#bts imagines#bts fanfic#bts scenarios#bts reactions#kpop yandere au#kpop yandere#yandere kpop#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#bts#min yoongi#kim seokjin#kim namjoon#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#jung hoseok#bts yandere reactions#bts x reader
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Caught in the Snow Storm - Part 37
Through the drumming in your ears, you could still hear the crowds screaming. Like a faraway dream.
Backstage was chaos, as usual, staff and managers running around, laughing and talking but you moved onward as if in a trance, towards your dressing room. You were in a drunken haze, caused by the adrenaline or the nerves, you couldn’t say. Perhaps both.
Through the drumming in your ears, you could still hear the crowds screaming. Like a faraway dream.
Backstage was chaos, as usual, staff and managers running around, laughing and talking but you moved onward as if in a trance, towards your dressing room. You were in a drunken haze, caused by the adrenaline or the nerves, you couldn’t say. Perhaps both.
Spring was directly behind you with Summer and Autumn following close behind her. None of you had spoken since you watched backstage as BTS took the stage and dedicated their song to you. Proclaiming how perfect you all are, how worth it you are. How they called you their dearest friends.
The fireworks were still being shot into the night sky, the crowds still chanting when Namjoon raced towards you before you could run and hide. In front of all the fans and all the other members with confetti raining down around you, he whispered softly in your ear. “Meet us in your dressing room.” The lights hit his pleading eyes, making them shine “Please.”
It was a good idea to meet in your dressing room on their part, it gave you no choice but to go to them.
Once you reached the room, all the BTS members are huddled together with their heads drawn close, whispering furiously. They stop once they notice the 4 of you standing there and silence falls over the room like a suffocating blanket. Thankfully, the staff moved the flowers to one side. In this room, there were no cameras, no staff, no audiences or management… Just 7 boys and 4 girls.
“This feels like an intervention” Spring interrupts the silence. “I know I like my wine but not that much.” She laughs coldly, trying her best to break the tension that's choking you all. God, how you had missed her.
“Girls… you came” Namjoon whispers and that's when you notice they are each holding pieces of paper in their fists, worrying the edges and causing them to crumble.
“Noonas…we’re sorry for everything.” Jungkook begins, looking ready to burst into tears.
“We were shitty assholes who didn’t consider how much we hurt you. We thought it was the right thing to do at the time.” Taehyung continued, his eyes downcast.
“But we know now. We all realize how wrong we were…we should have never agreed to it.” Jimin carried on, his voice quiet.
“Please believe us when we say it ended after the movie night…maybe even before then!” Hoseok cried. “We are agreed that we would finish it but continue our friendship…because WE wanted to. Not for any other purpose than wanting to be with you.”
“We should have told you long ago. We’re truly sorry for all the pain and hurt we caused you. I’m so sorry.” Yoongi kept his eyes trained on the floor.
“We understand if you can never truly forgive us, and we accept all the consequences of our actions…even if we would give anything to go back to how we were” Jin continued, voice wavering slightly.
Together, one by one they read their letters. They apologize, proclaim their love and friendship, and forgiveness. When it finally gets to Namjoons turn, he stares straight at you as if you were a piece of art waiting to be analyzed. He’s looking at you so much…it's almost as if his letter is solely for you.
“We want you to know how sorry we are, how much we miss you…how much we’ve grown to love you” Namjoon took a deep breath. “That's why we performed that song, that's why we left cupcakes and flowers in your dressing room. We know it will never be enough for what we did but… If nothing else please understand we are telling the truth. That we are speaking to you all now with our hearts laid bare…That we love you.”
You felt a gasp leave your body. They were all staring at the four of you, waiting and pleading. The silence was blinding you now, closing in quickly. Each one of you was hanging on by a thread…until you heard a sniffle from your side.
Summer whimpered, big fat tears rolling down her face. You turned back to the members when Yoongi made a choked sound. He was clenching his fists together, as if ready to just walk over and pull her into his arms but holding himself back. Hoseok placed a gentle hand on his and slowly reached out and offered Summer a tissue. She stared at it for a moment before taking it with a small nod, wiping her tears away.
Everyone seemed to be tearing up, the emotions tearing them apart, inside out. Namjoon keeps looking at you with those star-lit eyes and it's too much, too many words flying through your head as you stared at each other. They dedicated a song for you, to show how much you matter to them, how much they care, how sorry they are. Is this a trick? Is this another stunt? No camera, no other people are in the room…this is just for you, just for 4 rookies who are in over their heads…We’re telling the truth…hearts laid bare…grown to love…love, love, love-
“We appreciate your words.” Spring grips your arm like an anchor and you slowly realize you must have been shaking. “We appreciate your apologies…The letters are very thoughtful.” She's gripping your arm so tightly its starting to ache. You look at her face, frozen like a marble statue. Her face was giving nothing away. But you know Spring, you know how much she's trying to keep it together. “But we are a team.” She continues, staring hard at the others. “We need some time to think over your words…to think over our own feelings and think about what this means for us as friends” She looks between you and Namjoon. “What this means for all of us.”
Spring releases your arm and takes your hand tightly. She turns to face you “I’m starving, lets go get some food, so we can go to sleep!” Her honey smile doesn't reach her eyes. Spring starts dragging the three of you away. The pit of your stomach opening up into a black hole as you let yourself be lead. Autumn lowers her head and follows you, throwing an arm over your shoulders. Summer follows close but you notice she sneaks a glance back to the members standing there, frozen to the ground. Unspeaking and unmoving.
The heavy silence follows you home.
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26 - in your arms (m).
Previous chapter reckless choices.
m.list.
warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.
author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.
The unexpected appearance of the young man with the unusual bright orange hair throw you all off guard, a minute have passed with the four of you starring at each other.
“I’m Zhong chenle, I moved to the 49th floor I believe that make us neighbors” his big smile never faltered.
Jeno broke the rude silence, he cleared his throat, “It does” exchanging looks with jaemin,
“welcome man, I’m jeno and this is jaemin” they shake hands with him while you stand there awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to the other.
Chenle looks at you waiting for an introduction, jeno and jaemin hesitate for a second before jeno speaks again “that’s sera, she’s our roommate” You force smile, you feel uncomfortable with the attention, the way his eyes were scanning you from top to bottom..your messy hair, puffy face with red eyes and nose, your scraped knee through your torn jeans. You obviously been through something. you looked away hoping he would get the hint and stop starring.
“Excuse us, we just came back from a long trip and we all are tired. See you around” jaemin spoke trying to cut the encounter short as he walked into the elevator first and you followed him, but chenle spoke again “I’m throwing a home warming party tomorrow night, you should come. You can bring guests too if want”.
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The elevator doors close, “he seems .. “ jeno trails and jaemin finishs his sentence “wild, we should be more carful now”.
.
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As soon as they walk through the door, they head straight to their rooms leaving you alone. you huff, still upset with yourself, you thought you should try again with jaemin, you want to properly explain yourself to him. you knock on his door, no response. you turn the door knob and let yourself in.
His clothes were scattered on the floor, the shower was running and steam was coming out of the slightly open bathroom door. You walk in and closed the door behind you, you too discard your clothes too you could join him.
You open the bathroom door trying not to make any noise, the way his toned body stood in the hot fog, the way the water hits his muscular tattooed back made your heart flutter. Your face growing warm and you can’t blame it all on the hot stream.
you tiptoe closer but you straddle him before you could surprise him, a heavy sigh blows out of him, he turns his back to you resuming his shower “what do you want?”.. you, I want you, you wished you could be honest, but you aren’t discouraged yet, as long as he’s not throwing punches you’er good to go.
You get in the shower wrap your arms around his waist, pressing naked chest to his bare back. He doesn’t react or try to push you away.
“Im sorry” you say in your softest voice “I wasn’t thinking straight, I was scared and shocked, I didn’t know what to do”, you tighten your hold around him when he doesn’t say anything. he sigh but this time in defeat and turns in you arms to face you, his hands come cup your cheeks. “sera, if you want to leave, then go. I won’t hold you back anymore”, you shake your head refusing his suggestion, “ I don’t” your hands grabbing his arms, afraid that he will let go and you’ll lose him. He doesn’t believe you, his hands loosens ready to pull away from you, “jaemin” you try to step even closer, your arms reaching to the back of his neck “I promise you I don’t want to go. I want to stay here, with you” your voice straining with growing fear.
“Sera” he try to pry your arms of off him “I don’t know anymore, I try my best but you alway want to leave me”
“no” you stretch yourself on your tiptoes to reach his lips as you pull him down, you mold your lips with his, the feverish kiss lasts for what seems to be hours, your heart explodes in your chest when he opens his mouth to take your tongue in. his taste intoxicate you, making your head spin with lust, but you had to pull away to breathe.
the way his eyes were still closed, the way his chest was heavily rising, the way his cheeks were returning to their original color, and the way he was beige vulnerable in your hands it all tugged on your heart strings.
He pulls you by your waist and holds you his chest, he hugs you so tight like he was trying to push you inside of his chest cavity. You don’t mind as you try to do the same to him, it would be nice if you could keep him next your heart.
You can feel all the exhaustion and frustration melts off of him. his angelic smile returns, his hands hold your face in place as he leans down to press tens of kisses to it, your giggles echoing off the walls. you reach for the body wash “Let me take care of you” you say to him in between the small kisses. You bit your lip when he doesn’t object, you squeeze the soapy gel into your hand and start leathering it over his bored chest, slowly moving to his shoulders and arms. He turns around and you do the same to his back, your hands move back to his stomach and you work your way down to his groin region, you take your time exploring his body, admiring every detail.
“sera..” his low voice calls your name, you ghost over his half alerted member earring a hiss.
You feel the strong thumbs of his racing heart, you stop dragging it and take him in your hand, he moans and throws his head back, you bite on the soft skin of his back as you were getting exited yourself.
You slowly stroke him, feeling him twitch as he grows harder in your hands, his hips move in sync with your touch, his low moans and heavy breathing sound like a mesmerizing spell being casted over you.
He make a questioning sound when you stop, you turn him around and get on your knees in front of him to indulge yourself into him more. You take him in your mouth, you both moan when the intimate contact happens, you lose yourself in the way he feels filling your mouth, you take him deeper to the back you your throat finding pleasure with the struggle to take all of him in. he hiss and stops you “baby.. slow down”, you feel self conscious as shyness bites at your cheeks.
He helps you up, turning around pressing you to the cold tiles “I want you too you know” he mumbles into your neck as his lips attacks it, the work of his hunger and wet mouth makes you dizzy, his hands touching, squeezing, pinching every accessible part of you.
You were both needy for each other, passion was running in your vines fueling you to go further, you arch you back into him “Jaemin.. please” you moan, begging him to do something already, his hands he grab your hips, pulling them back to gain better access to the place he hasn’t touched yet, he aligns his tip to your opening and slowly starts pushing in, there’s no resistance as he smoothly slides in, he opens you, stretching your walls around him.
Your loud moan egging him to go deeper, although it’s not your first time with him, but it feels like a new experience. his arms wrap around you, securing you for what’s to come, he stills when he bottoms out, taking a moment to enjoy being completely buried inside of you.
You swear your bones went soft when his hips starts moving, he slowly pulls out before pushing back in, high pitched gasp comes out of you with each thrust, your toes curl and you fingers scratch the cold wall. your eyes flutter and your mind goes blank, all you are aware of right now is the immense pleasure of him stuffed deep into you.
He grunts before he bites your shoulder, muffling his sounds, his thrusts gets stronger, rougher, you jerk froward every time his hips snap back into you before his hands pull your hips back to him. you feel the tight knot in the pit of your stomach, your back arching into him more. He seems to know how close you are “baby you gonna cum?” He asks you but your mushy brain doesn’t register it, he holds you closer and give you exactly what you need, faster thrusts. It toke only two more thrusts to push you of the edge, your walls convulse around him, you chant his name as you come undone, he push himself deeper into you and stays there to make sure you ride the last bit of your intense orgasm.
His hand creases your lower abdomen to calm your shaking body as your try to catch your breathes, “you ok?” you weakly nod to him, you don’t want to speak as your head is being folded with euphoric cocktail of hormones.
“can you take more?” he makes sure you can before he starts moving again, you hiss at the burning sensation, you’er still sensitive and he was overstimulating you, but you quickly start to enjoy it too, specially knowing he finds his pleasure in you.
He dose’t last long after that, couple more sharp thrusts and he pulls out and spill his hot cum over your back.
He holds you close for a while, before he helps you cleaning yourself, with both of you very tired, clean and very much satisfied, you dry yourselves and for the first time you willingly wear his clothes instead of yours.
You lay in his bed first and wait for him, “you still have it?” you squeal when you saw he still keep the teddy bear he bought you from the hospital next to his pillow, “I do” he sheepishly smile as he gets under the covers with you and pulls you closer to him, “can I take it?” .. “hmm it’s yours, its always have been yours” his words fill your fills with butterflies. you turn and snuggle closer to him, you lay over his chest socking in his warmth, his hand plays with your fingers.
“When does your classes begin?” He asks you,
“Next Monday”..
You look up at him, you stare into his dreamy eyes, you swear you can fall into them, you were smitten.. but the events of last night came creeping back, bursting your lovey dovey bubble, your hand pulls out of his, your body starts to retract itself away from him. But holds you firmly, retaking your hand in his “sera, he was a very bad man” he tries to explain, knowing the cause behind the sudden change in to your behavior, but his words don’t appease your worry, so he tries again.
“look at me, It has to be done or many people would have gotten hurt. Im not what you think I am” but the knot between your eyebrows still tight so he brings your hand up to his mouth, and kiss each finger before he place it on his cheek “l left my father’s gang long time ago, I’m not that type of a man, never was never will”, you can hear the sincerity in his voice and you finally settle in your place next to him and nod “I know”.
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Massive Dream SMP Fic Rec!!
Hey- Hi, I just feel like there are a ton of fanfiction that's really underrated in this fandom- so I'm going to dump it on your dash!!! Most of it is going to be Tommy-centric or SBI-centric, but they are very good!
Source: Me
Finished Fanfics:
Multi-chaptered Fanfics:
that's, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know
Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.
It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.
The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.
Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?
in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade
Hard-hitting, but has a happy ending, though I recommend reading the prequel (in the same series) first, otherwise, it's lowkey depressing.
MORE RECOMMENDATIONS BELOW THE CUT!!
you’ll rise above (crowned by an overture bold and beyond) by azvremoon
Tommy is not sixteen. He has faced too many open wounds, dripping ichor onto blood-stained warzones, to be just a child. He is Blood and War and needless Death, an all-in-one special of everything that can ruin reality.
(Tommy is the blood god. No one should know, but this server can't stop pushing him over the edge.)
+2 more Works that were Inspired by this one
Tommy is a BAMF and Dream, Technblade, and Phil get fucked it is what it is.
Responsible Forever by SilverWing15
“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.”
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“So,” Techoblade says, slow and deliberate, his face shows clearly just how unbelievable he finds all of this, “you saw a boy last night, in the middle of the night, living with raccoons and eating our garbage?”
“I know how insane it sounds,” Phil says, “but I know what I saw. We need to help him, who knows how long he’s been out here?”
“Okay,” Wilbur interrupts, “let’s say that raccoon-boy is real. What is it you want us to do? We can’t go searching the woods for specific bunch of raccoons, I don’t know if you’ve noticed Phil but there are a lot of them out there.”
“Going out and hunting him isn’t going to get us anywhere,” Techno says, “we have to let the raccoon-boy come to us. He’s already come once, you know how tenacious raccoons are. If they came to the garbage pit once, they’ll come again. We just have to set a trap.”
“Those raccoons aren’t gonna know what fucking hit them,” Wilbur mutters.
Or: RaccoonInnit taken well beyond its logical conclusion
Tommyinnit is a Raccoon boi that lives with other Raccoons
Protecting the Traumatised Youth by spookyserpent
Sam blinks. “What?”
Even behind the mask, Sam has the distinct impression that Dream is grinning at him. “A week and he was begging for my attention, even after I stole and burnt his armour, even after the beatings. He couldn’t stand me leaving him because I was the only one to show up, to pay him attention. It was hilarious.”
Sam is going to be sick.
Or, Sam decides to ask Dream about his intentions and ends up becoming a big brother to Tommy and Tubbo. All the while, Dream and George fight, Niki and Jack plan child murder and Ranboo is slowly getting adopted into the SBI.
Awesamdad written back when it was possible... ahhh
Chaos In a Bottle by Lovetribable
After a realization, Tommy leaves the pillar, but instead of going to Techno. He just disappears, leaving everyone to think he's gone.
It takes a war to bring him back.
+2 Sequels and an Alternative Ending
Dadinnit!! + A Sympathetic Dream
Absolutely Anything For Them by Numanum
“There’s a lot you don’t understand, Tubbo,” Dream sighs, meeting his eyes cooly. Tubbo, back against a tree, shudders at his tone, at the look on his face.
The sword at his neck skims across his skin as Dream shifts his grip on it, and he flinches back into the rough bark behind him. Dream smiles at his reaction, seeming pleased- like the cat that’s been toying with a mouse that always tries to run no matter how many times it’s caught. And, despite this being his first encounter alone with the man, he thinks that the comparison is fairly accurate; Tubbo has never felt smaller than he does now. There’s supposed to be a buddy system to prevent things like this- he shouldn’t be alone here, stuck in this situation.
Or: Tubbo becomes a traitor to save everyone and has to struggle with his choices
Traitor Tubbo, but it has the happiest ending possible since it follows the rest of the story.
Where Did You Come From, Kit? by KadeAK (zacixn)
Hybrids are an ancient species of humans crossed with animals, blessed with the favour of nature. They used to live in peace on the SMP’s land, but ever since the dawn of humanity’s modern culture, they have become ostracised and hunted by their once-brethren. Now, the once-thriving subspecies of hybrids have been reduced to ashes, the majority of their peoples struggling to survive in a city capital that can't stand their presence.
To the members of L’Manburg, General Wilbur Soot is just another mildly prejudiced human being, stuck with a hybrid fox kit for an adopted child. However, that assumption could not be farther from the truth. As it turns out, there's a reason why he is the man he is today.
This fic is entirely pre-L’Manburg.
Part of a series, very good.
Take It Easy by sweet_magnolias
Five times Techno scared Michael, one time Michael scared him, and the resolution of those fears.
AKA - Techno learns how to be an uncle.
Technoblade's POV, so expect some Tubbo bashing on the margins of all that Michael fluff.
I suppose it’s never my time to die, is it? by Birb_Whale
The first time it happens, he barely remembers.
The second time is when he realized.
The third...
Twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern
“It’s not your time to die yet, Tommy”
Messed up, but not unrealistic. Purely for the Hurt/Comfort lovers.
This Wasn't Planned, But It'll Work Out by Anonymous
Dream isn't sure what to think when he finds a kid on his doorstep, but he can't just leave him there, now can he?
(He doesn't know what he's getting into, or what he's gotten the kid into, either)
Long, and angsty, with a bittersweet ending Imo.
let's play a game by Aria_Cinabun
Tommy was once a slave. That's gone now - shoved in his past with the memories of blood and gore and death. He wants to forget who he was; what he has to do to survive.
Of course, the Elementalists will always come back to haunt him. They aren't the ones who killed his mother, but they're close enough.
And now he and his brother have been dragged into the mess, as Elementalists with their own, separate covens, to find the Pit - the place where he'd lived and killed and hurt for the first twelve years of his life.
His coven can't know. Can't know who he really is, what he can really do. Can't know anything about his past.
He doesn't want a coven full of Elementalists who don't trust him; one of whom he's pretty sure despises him. He doesn't want that life. He wants the life of a pickpocket, on the streets, because nobody questions street kids, and nobody comes asking about his past and pushes him to tell his secrets that he holds closest inside.
Tubbo tries to tell him to trust people.
But trust is how you die.
Good fantasy AU, has SBI, and is thus fluffy.
Turn of the Tide by SilverWing15
Tommy’s fins twitch at the mention of Dream’s ancestors. Dream talks about them a lot, how they made their fortune hunting down mer pods, how they were cruel and greedy. Nothing like Dream is. They’ve both overcome their roots he says.
Tommy is nothing like the wild mer out in the ocean, who spend their lives scraping by just to survive, who kicked him out of the pod when he was a baby because he was too small. He’s also better than the pit mer, who can’t overcome their wild instincts and know nothing but fighting.
He’s different from them, he’s better than them. He’s Dream’s.
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OR: Change is like the tide, when it comes, you can only sink or swim. You would think that a mer would be better at keeping afloat.
Mermaid AU Pooog. Part of a series.
One-Shots:
Snapped by AmberRunnel
“You don’t know what I went through in that prison cell.”
Jack burst out laughing, blinded with rage and the overwhelming urge to hurt Tommy, to give him everything he deserved. “Oh, is the poor child traumatized? You want pity now?” He twisted his blade, and Tommy’s axe was sent clattering to the ground.
“If the prison was so awful, why don’t I send you back there?”
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Jack doesn't handle Tommy's revival well.
There's a simple solution, though. Kill Tommy, and Dream revives him right back into that cell. Problem solved, kid dealt with.
It takes a few confrontations for Jack to realize he's an asshole.
It's fucked up, but god does it hurt in a good way.
the sky is coming down blue by salinesolution
An imagining of New Milo's perspective throughout the Skyblock Randomizer adventure. What did he think of the world he found himself in, and how did Wilbur's feelings and actions change things for him? Here's my way of answering those questions.
He made the fish think, funniest shit I've seen.
You told me to be a hero (so let me die like one) by spiromachia
"You told me to die like a hero," the blond interrupted, spinning on his heel to face the others, holding his arms wide open, "So why not fulfil the ending that was always meant to be."
Across the battle field, through the chaos and destruction, a tree burned.
Even the sound of explosions and cries and bloodshed felt distant enough for the world to become silent for a few moments, each individual slowly coming to the same conclusion, each of their bodies tensing.
Tommy's face broke out into a grin as he lowered his head, glowering at the people around him, and Philza's face flashed with recognition.
"Kill me."
Or...
In the middle of Doomsday, Tommy decides to ask Technoblade to be the Lycomedes to his Theseus.
Heavy and dark, but at least Dream gets it.
tomorrow night by meridies
Tommy is desperately searching for his missing brother. Techno is the reluctant psychic who unfortunately got dragged along.
or, two people, more alike than different, learn what it is to have a family at their side.
It's cute what can I say :]
maple syrup by itisjosh
"We could run," Tubbo stares at the sun. "We've got everything we've ever wanted right here. We could run."
"Yeah," Tommy agrees, feeling his head swim. "We could."
(or, tommy and tubbo run away together)
Children get away from toxic adults :)
Why’d it have to be so sunny? (The sun shouldn’t shine without you.) by AToZRainToBe
‘A realisation hits Phil in the face like a truck. “Wi- Ghostbur,” Phil says, turning to his grey-scale, translucent, actually-dead son. “You definitely told Tubbo that Tommy’s alive, right?”’
To get away from Dream, Tommy agrees to fake his death, going with the cover story that he jumped from the pillar in Logstedshire. Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell Tubbo.
Misunderstandings are one of my favorite tropes.
sugar and ice by princedemeter for Aenqa
“He is my son,” Philza says. “Mortal or not, I would see him grow strong.”
Technoblade looks down on earth, at the tiny, angry bundle of cloth and pinking, wrinkled skin. This mortal child, he thinks, lungs filled with breath from the king of gods himself, will not grow strong.
It's mostly centered around Technoblade and Wilbur with Phil being a shitty dad. Pog Gods AU.
a matter of time by meridies
Tommy is twelve years old when his wings first appear, and he is twelve years old when Phil tells him, "All it takes is time and patience, Tommy, and soon you'll be flying even better than me."
or, Tommy grows up feeling like a failure, and it takes him a while to figure out where he's happiest.
Tommy is just finding his place in the world. Powers AU.
That Time a Baby Decided to Raise a Baby by Scitrust
Tubbo wasn't good at making excuses, so when Schlatt asked him why he was leaving in the night, he made something up on the spot. That had been months ago.
At least he sort of had an alibi for that, now.
Or, in which Tubbo finds a baby in the woods on his way to see Tommy, and promptly adopts it.
Part of a collection!! Read it all.
spider lily by blue000jay
Wilbur has a body.
The freckle on the base of his left pinky finger (shared with Techno). The scar on his chin from when he was twelve and over ambitious, diving into too-shallow water. The scar on his throat from the final control room, and the puckered skin on his shoulder from the poisoned arrow that killed him next. Various other nicks and things that litter his skin from years of rebellion and living wild, a kid thrown into a vicious world with too little self-preservation.
(Resurrection AU, for when/if Wilbur comes back.)
The author knows how it's like to live with chronic pain, and it shows :(
Hands tied loose by rabiddog
"Let's run away, Tubbo." Tommy breathed; a wide grin split across his face as his hope grew. "Let's get out of here – far away. We can go anywhere, can't we? Let's just go, you and me right here, right now."
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Tommy needs to leave. He has to get out of L'Manburg, he has to leave the Dream SMP for his own sanity, and he wants Tubbo to come with him.
But Tubbo has a family now, a better life - something that he can't give up... not even for his best friend.
Unhappy ending :(
The serpent underneath by rabiddog
Tommy and Techno sit at the memory-filled bench and talk. Technoblade reminisces, he talks, he admits his pent-up feelings, he cries. And Tommy? Tommy listens. (That's all he can do.)
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“I’m sorry for everything, you know? For all of it. I’m so sorry about... about the first war, about the withers and the fighting, about...” Technoblade's fingers began to curl around Tommy’s blonde locks. “About Wilbur and everything after. I'm so, so sorry.”
:((((((((
Damning choices by rabiddog
Ranboo would have never expected to find himself in a horrifying situation such as that one - quite literally sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, with three lives dangling over his head and the answer on the tip of his tongue.
Tubbo, Michael, Tommy.
It's his choice. He chooses who lives, and who dies. His new family, or his first friend. But Ranboo... Ranboo already knows.
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"Ranboo," He hissed out, voice cracking and somewhat staticky, "It's not your fault. It's not. You had no other choice; I know that, okay? I- I know that- I know- I know..."
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Jealousy is a disease by rabiddog
Tommyinnit isn't new to the idea of jealousy. He understands it completely. He understands the way it runs rampage through his body each time he catches even a glimpse of Tubbo and Ranboo's new relationship, he understands that the emotion makes his heart clench uncomfortably from time to time. He sees it, feels it, and yet he doesn't care.
He doesn't care at all.
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"You took Tubbo away from me. You took him away. You took my best friend, and now he's- now he's not my best friend anymore, and I-!"
:)
Word of Honour by rabiddog
Tommy could only stand and stare as Technoblade agreed to hand him over to Dream - as his brother traded him off like he was nothing. Like Tommy wasn't important.
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Technoblade was a man of honour. He was a man of pride and sticking to his word. He knew that he owed Dream a favour, and no matter what that favour might be, he'd be compliant with it. Nothing would change his mind. (Not even Tommy.)
Almost canon. F.
Sweet Repentance by rabiddog
Perhaps Tommy should have told Phil about his arguably life-threatening injury the minute his father had opened the door. But of course, Tommy being Tommy, did not.
Dying seemed like a nice enough option as long as he was with his family.
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Tommy just wanted acceptance, forgiveness, and peace. He wanted to close his eyes for the last time and finally be able to let go.
Tommy dies painfully.
A White Tulip by astervoid
He picked the white tulip from the bottom of the stem, standing up carefully as he held it pinched between his fingers. It would die now, inevitably, but Tommy relented and held the flower to his chest. What a silly, stupid thing to ground him. He almost hated that it made his breaths come easier and his steps feel lighter. Almost.
Tommy & Ranbooo chill on the bench.
lying to the authorities (again) by touchgrass
"Please tell me that my right-hand-man, my soon-to-be vice president, one of the people I trust the most on this godforsaken server, did not lie straight to my face and tell me he was twenty-fucking-years-old.”
Tommy opened his mouth to protest, but then closes it shut at the furious look on Wilbur's face. Oops.
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It is the day of the elections and Wilbur Soot could not have chosen a worser time to realize that half his staff is underage.
The ONLY fic with this premise I've seen on Ao3.
Dear Theseus by rabiddog
Tommy had thought that they'd won - thought that they'd finally beaten Dream, and that everything would be okay. As it turns out, however, apparently Dream had called in that favour from Technoblade after all.
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“Please,” Tommy whispered after a beat, quivering hands edged upwards to hesitantly press against the tip of the sword striking through his chest. Why, why, why? Why him? Why now?
Tommy almost wins.
A Shifting World by AplusIsRoman
How was Wilbur supposed to know it would end like this?
The smoke hung in the air and soot clung to his skin. His brother - adopted, but older by two minutes - stood back-to-back with him. The chilling cries of people and the calls of the withers rang through the air above the chasm that was once his home.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
How could he have known this would happen?
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Sequel to A Child's World
Age-swap AU. Has a prequel.
heart of the sea by RyDyKG
Here is the secret that he barely thinks about, a secret that he shoves deep and far down in himself:
Wilbur Soot is a siren, and he’s not exactly proud of that fact.
Wilbur-centric. Urban Fantasy AU.
He knows, ok? by Ralli
By some means, Techno has given his raccoon younger brother some cotton candy. It doesn’t end as well as either of them would like.
Very, very cute :)
that's it, it's split (it won't recover) by Jk_Kat
Tommy has always been the fighter.
He has never been the fought for, and he knows it, with every whisper Tubbo directs at Ranboo, with every glance thrown his way- Tommy knows, the way he wishes he didn't, that they think he's dead.
If they're so convinced he's still dead, maybe the one good thing left he can do for them is die.
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Or, Tommy gets addicted to being dead and thinks that nobody cares about him. The people who very much do try to pull him back from the brink before Dream can't resurrect him anymore.
Messed up, but with a happy ending.
Hugs 'n PTSD by rabiddog
Ranboo knew from the start that the recovery process would be hard - that moving on from quite literally being beat to death would be something hugely difficult to step away from, and that's if Tommy could even manage it at all.
He knew that it would be stressful and arduous, demanding and tough... he just hadn't expected to be holding Tommy through a PTSD-induced panic attack only days after his release from Pandora's Vault.
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Ranboo isn't typically an overbearingly protective person. But for Tommy? He just might be.
I love this author if you can't tell.
Big Men don't cry by Shiny22Snivy
The room is small and warm, almost stifling compared to the cool openness of the ravine. It’s cosy and candlelit, and a chest sits open in the corner, full of what looks to be burnt rags of a former smart suit. And sitting in rumpled blankets on a bed, cradling a mug of something steaming, sits Tubbo.
At first, Tommy forgets all about Niki’s vague warning. He’s just so happy to see his best friend again, alive and well and all in one piece. Tubbo’s okay. Tubbo’s okay, and in front of him, and suddenly everything bad in the world is gone, if only for just a moment.
“Tommy?”
And then Tubbo turns to look at him.
Clingyduo fluff.
sins of the father (i broke all my bones that day i found you) by ryter
The thing that hurt Wilbur most was when he saw Fundy tear down the walls of L'Manburg. After all, those walls had gone up to protect his son. But in this world, Fundy trusts his father just a little bit more, and it ruins him.
Or: there's only one way Wilbur never becomes the villain. It's unclear whether this was the better path.
SOME VIOLENCE WARNINGS/BLOOD MENTION. CHARACTER DEATH. SO MUCH ANGST.
Sad, but cathartic.
REVIVED TOMMY HEADCANNONS AHAHAHAHA by racooninnit
i’m dropping ALL the fucking revived tommy headcannons on you guys today get ready for some ANGST
this is different from what i usually post but it was fun
i don’t think there’s a lot i need to put warnings for, obviously there are mentions of the way tommy died and the aftermath of that (i.e. injuries and trauma), but if there’s anything that needs a warning please tell me!
What it says on the tin- not really a fic.
Unfinished Stories:
Ongoing (Less than a month since the last update):
Over the River Styx by CorpseArt
I feel like we should name him.
There’s a scuffle at the back of his mind as he rolls up, curling tight with a shiver despite the heat of the flames licking up his back.
I mean, he’s like – us, but like a worse version clearly because oh man, this is just weirdness. There’s a flare of a tangle of emotions, complicated and fearful, resentful and livid with anger. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been reduced to, stuck in the mind of this- this child.
He’s like your age, Tommy. Are you calling yourself a child?
I mean, I am one so fucking duh. Child murderer.
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Or: trauma bonding in the most unconventional of senses.
Just- Read it. Show the writer your support, it's unique, it's amazing and there needs to be more of it.
If history is dead and gone by iregretallmydecisions
“Don’t come any fucking closer,” Tommy shouted, startling Phil into stepping back. Tommy was still looking around wildly, like a trapped animal “Don’t fucking do it.”
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In which Tommy finds himself faced with his splintered family, while it was still mostly whole. The past is not an easy place to be when the future was not kind. His family is forced to deal with the fall out.
It's better than Rewind, but you didn't hear that from me.
Wilbur Soot's Redemption (OR Ghostbur's Retry) by luckykitty0523
Wilbur had many regrets in his life, being lost in his madness and the urge for revenge drowned leaving a shell of who he once was. It was only in his dying moments that he regained himself but it was already too late for him leaving him drowning in wishes and regrets. However waking up in another different universe where wilbur was never born and family soulmates exist, so when wilbur said he wanted to fix the mistakes he never expected this turn of events.
OR
In one world wilbur dies and he would return as a ghost missing his memory and trying to fix what he did in life but in this one wilbur dies and wakes up in another world where soulmates exist and the wilbur of that world was never born so wilbur/ghostbur takes his place and tries to make up his mistakes to the other version of his friends.
Wilbur adopts SBI + Fundy + Dream.
A Talk Long Overdue by penink
Tommy has his first therapy session with Puffy.
Tommy gets therapy.
Into the Night by Interjection
“Don’t touch me,” Tommy hisses, leaning against the railing. “I will - I will-”
They’re a hundred stories up. Wind lashes against Phil’s face. Next to him, Sam makes choked noise.
“But why?”
Tommy looks up to meet Phil’s eyes, terror struck so deep in those pale blue irises Phil thinks they must hold all the world’s fears within them.
“You’ll die,” he whispers. “And then I’ll die. But I’ll come back.”
“And I don’t want to come back.”
Others have the freedom to live. Tommy doesn’t even have the freedom to die.
But maybe they can teach him that living doesn’t have to be so bad.
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(Superpowers AU where whenever someone touches Tommy, they both die. But Tommy will always come back to life eventually. He just wants it to end - but instead, he’s on the run, terrified of how his power will be exploited if he’s caught.
A few people reluctantly team up to save him.)
Funky SBI dynamics + a Sam that cares. Also a lot of angst.
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Fall Anniversary at the Soltryce Academy
Caleb walked into his classroom at the Soltryce Academy with the immediate instinct that something was wrong. He had been teaching Transmutation theory and application in this same class room for the past twenty years, so anything that seemed different set off alarms in his head.
He mentally checked the wards on the class room and found them intact. There were a few students in their seats, a few more filtering into the lecture hall, by the second. None of them seemed alarmed. Whatever was different today did not appear to be an immediate threat.
Still just to be safe he subtly cast Detect Magic as he set his bag down and took off his coat. Immediately a few points were highlighted in his mind. Of course his own magical items, the amber around his neck and the amulet beside it, the ring on his finger, the chalk he had enchanted to help him lecture. Nothing off there.
There were a few points of magic around the rest of the room, each quickly analyzed and dismissed. Transmutation magic on a small pile of coins near the wall, a low level student’s practice project. Abjuration magic in the wards along the walls. Divination magic in a button, another spying device Astrid had tried to sneak into his class room to keep him from teaching against the school’s policies.
It was the illusion spells that caught his attention. A few of the students were covered in the same, linked illusion. Their appearance normal enough to blend in, but also entirely too normal for a real student. And there, a student he didn’t recognize even with his keen mind, covered in an illusion spell. Several other magical objects of varying power, hidden under the spell. The Vestige appeared to be within its pocket dimension, so at least they hadn’t brought a weapon onto campus.
After setting down his things and greeting his class he squeezed past a few of the students to grab Astrid’s enchanted button. He quickly dispelled it and slipped it into an envelope to return to her later. As he returned to the front he gave the cat sitting on his desk a brief scratch.
“Hello Jester.” He said. Of course he didn’t need Detect Magic telling him of the cat’s aura of Transmutation to know his friend. She was bright blue after all and staring at him far more smugly than even a magic fey cat would.
“Now class, I know we were discussing transmutation principles as applied to effecting the elements around you, but I am afraid that lesson will have to be postponed. It would seem that it is the anniversary of the Mighty Nein getting together and they have decided to invite themselves to my class.”
There was a muttering around the class room as the students looked at each other, before one of them near the front stood up, the illusion dropping off her form as she did so.
“I told you he wouldn’t fall for it!” Veth said in her high voice, She looked mostly unchanged from when they first brought her back to her proper body. A few more laugh lines, but nothing more to show the passing two decades. “Lebby, is an amazing wizard, he wouldn’t fall for something simple like that. You students better appreciate the skill of your teacher.”
Caleb smiled fondly as Veth walked up to the front to give him a hug. Interspersed through the seats a few more illusion spells dropped. A half elven man walked up from the front row and kissed him on the cheek. Essek’s own illusion lasting even as he dismissed the Seeming on Kingsley and Yasha.
“How did they rope you into this?” Caleb whispered to Essek.
“Oh you know I can’t resist a practical joke.” Essek maintained his deadpan delivery for only a few seconds before a small smile graced his lips. Caleb knew quite well that Essek looked as ageless as ever, under his illusion. His elven blood would keep him looking much the same for the next few centuries. Caleb returned the kiss, to the muttering of his students. They weren’t ever a 100% sure who Caleb’s rotating cast of elven boyfriends were, and Caleb was more than happy to keep them in the dark.
“Well you can’t fault us for trying!” Kingsley said. They were wearing a scandalously low cut shirt, a pair of plain black pants, and a pair of thigh high boots. His purple hair was fading to a less vibrant shade just a bit near his ears and he had a larger collection of scars, as one would expect from years of piracy and being a bloodhunter. They were also wearing their sword much to Caleb’s disapproval, which was apparently not magical.
“You can’t expect me to hide this glorious look without magic though can you?” He said, sliding his hands down to his hips then back up his torso. Then he grabbed Caleb’s chin and kissed him full on the mouth, with tongue for several seconds, while his students lost their collective minds. Caleb smiled against Kingsley’s lips right before the tiefling stepped back. He was sure the rumor mill of the school would go wild about that for a few weeks. He wished he could see the look on Master Beck’s face when the news came across her desk. “Here’s to another twenty years, magic man.”
Yasha and Caduceus walked up next, each giving Caleb a tight hug. These two showed their age the least of the non elven members of the Nine. Cad could have been just stepping out of the temple doors in the Blooming Grove, saying that he had only three cups, if it weren’t for the increased presence of lichens and mosses of all kinds on his clothes and armor. Caleb was fairly certain there was an actual bird’s nest in his pink hair. Yasha of course looked as badass and muscular as she had when they first found her. Her hair was completely white, done up in an ornate braid. Home life seemed to suit her well, she looked genuinely happy and relaxed like she certainly hadn’t when they had first gotten together.
Fjord’s spell dropped as well. The half orc’s hair had large stripes of gray in it, he had crows feet at the corners of his eyes, and his salt and pepper beard had significantly more salt to it now. He still looked good, life at sea, despite its hardships, keeping him fit. He laughed at something over Caleb’s shoulder as he approached and he found himself lifted bodily into the air by a pair of muscular blue arms.
Jester having dropped her polymorph spun him around briefly in the hug before setting him back on his feet. She would never fail to look divine. Her horns now curling in on themselves, almost like her mother’s had when they first met her. Her hair is pulled back into a pony tail, poofing out behind her head from the salt air. Her sailing days were certainly not hurting her in anyway. Her smile was still just as wide, her eyes just as sharp, and her arms just as strong, if not more so.
“Happy anniversary Caleb! Twenty years ago you were a stinky wizard. Now you are here teaching!” Jester’s happiness in her voice carried to every corner of the lecture hall.
“What happened to our plan of drinks in Nicodranas this evening?”
“I just couldn’t wait Cay-leb.” She pouted. “Fjord and I got into port early, and I was so bored.”
Caleb smiled at her, then looked around at the rest of the Nein, pretending to count.
“We appear to be one short. Where is my sister? Couldn’t drag her away from the Cobalt training pit? Or did she get lost in a book like some kind of nerd?” Caleb said with a smirk.
“Mother fucker!”
He looked up towards the voice above him, just in time to watch Beauregard drop from the ceiling, to land on his desk with a perfect three point landing. She hopped off the desk and punched his arm, before also grabbing him in a tight hug.
“I am not a nerd, Widogast!” She snapped, a wide grin on her face.
“Beauregard, please do not land on my desk. It was a gift and I don’t think it could bare too many impacts like that.” He stopped to look up at the vaulted ceilings of the class room. “Also, how did you get up there?”
If she had been invisible she would have tripped the wards on the class room. And if she had gone in the brief break between classes one of the early students would have noticed her and caused a stir.
Beau took her turn to smirk.
“I have been waiting up there for four hours so we could surprise you. It’s surprisingly comfortable. I could have gone another couple of hours without breaking a sweat.” She paused to flex, causing several students, and Yasha to blush at her muscles.
Beauregard’s monk training meant that she looked like she hadn’t aged a day since Aeor. And she could still easily out fight everyone else in the room if she wanted to. She was also the one member of the Nein that Caleb saw the most frequently. Their work to root out corruption among the Cerberus Assembly, and other bodies of power in the Empire often kept them up together late into the night, until Yasha would intervene and throw her wife over her shoulder to carry her to bed.
“Can I finish the lesson, or should we depart immediately?” Caleb asked, already guessing the answer.
“Cayyyllleeeb.” Jester groaned, pulling at her face. “I’m sooooo bored. I want to drink and party already!”
Caleb turned back to his class of students. He was sure most of them had heard rumors about Professor Widogast and the wild adventures he got up to with the Mighty Nein back when they first got together. He wasn’t sure how much they actually believed, but he was sure that even the most widely blown out of proportion tale didn’t even begin to cover the truth of what they had done together.
“In honor of the anniversary of this group of arschlochs finding each other, consider this to be a free day. Keep up on your readings, and if you have any questions I will be at my regular office hours tomorrow morning.”
The students immediately started buzzing as they stood and packed. No doubt during tomorrow’s class he would have to field a whole host of questions about the Nein, and that was just the way he liked it. The day after the anniversary was the one day he would talk about what his family had done. As the class filtered out, with many a lingering glance thrown at the colorful group at the front, Caleb turned to Essek, setting the envelope with Astrid’s button in it on the table top to deal with later.
“Would you like to teleport us to the beach, or shall I?”
Essek put up both hands.
“I already used my spell slots getting us all back together again. You can bring us to the coast.” Essek said, his smile a mix between smug and fond.
Caleb rolled his eyes before pulling him into a soft kiss. Then he turned to address the rest of the Nein. The family he had made for himself.
“Are we ready?” After a series of nods, he pulled an ancient clay turtle from his pocket and gave it a squeeze. “Then let’s go!”
And they were off, to a night of drinks and celebration and stories told, and memories shared. And of course many toasts, “To another twenty years.”
#caleb widogast#essek thelyss#shadowgast#kingsley tealeaf#jester lavorre#the mighty nein#critical role#writing emerald#stories entwine evermore
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