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honestlyfragile · 3 years

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JUMPSTREET - Mark Lee x Johnny Suh

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

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

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

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

Wc: 15.4k

also posted in Ao3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jump street." The chief says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Brothers."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Renjun." He smiles.

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

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

"Classical music!" Renjun enthusiastically says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You free this evening?" You casually ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks!" he enthusiastically replies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anyone?" The emcee taps the mic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will it ever come?

The nights know me well.

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

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

Good night,

These words feel like the vast sky

Darkness, but not hollow.

Black but not bitter.

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

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

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

"Yeah!" You assure him.

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

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

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

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

"Fine arts." you laugh bitterly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My brother he might be-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dude listen-"

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

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

"Get your ass back here, Lee"

"Ayt."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."

----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I come?" Mark asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So are you…"

"Am i?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Right " He pursues a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And?" Johnny anticipates.

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

----

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

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

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

Jaehyun could only chuckle, "Well he did."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yep," Jaehyun proudly says.

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

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

Without wit, Yuta replies, "Drugs"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

----

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Something wrong?"

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

-----

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

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

"What?" the younger jolts up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-----

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nakamoto Yuta."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

----

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

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

"They wanna do a drug test on me."

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

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

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

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

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

------

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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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Wholesome Frat AU, Clearly aged up, college au, main characters are Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Jiro, Mina, and of course you my dear reader. Sexual themes, mentions of drugs and booze through out.

AHEM

Chapter 1

Denki lies upside down off his bed, staring at his phone when another invite to a party comes through. It's from a classmate he shares notes with and one of the few non toxic dudes on campus. A smile forms on his face, his fingers ready to fly across the screen to confirm his Friday night to be golden and one to remember.

Or maybe wish to remember as alcohol and maybe some weed numb his senses.

But then the location comes through, a frat house that's notorious for ignorance and low key rape culture. He turns it down claiming to study and sighs. Staring at his shared four walls from the top bunk.

"What's going on with you? No one wants you to keep their bed warm tonight?" Sero teases passing him up a beer before starting the next round of his game. Preferring to get buzzed and troll in Apex lobbies than find somewhere to be tonight.

Their phones buzz at the same time, Kirishima coming through on the group chat.

Big Red 🦈 : Any plans tonight boys?

Boomboi 💣 : Fuck off, busy.

Tape dispenser 🎞 : Apex

Zaptos ⚡: got invited to a party but location is sus af. You bro?

Big Red 🦈 : Yikes 😬 Keepin some ladies safe. Don't like the scene here…

Tape dispenser 🎞 : Same

Zaptos ⚡: Same

Boomboi 💣: FUCK OFF!

Denki and Sero both smirk at their phones before moving on with their Friday night with small talk of Instagram stories and received risque snapchats. As the beer fridge gets dwindles their thoughts seem to grow.

"Okay, listen. Here me out!" Denki says as if Sero would ever come off defensive. He finishes his eighth beer before continuing.

"What if we started our own frat? Like...like a fucking wholesome one."

"Dude not only does that sound impossible but what would we call ourselves?" Sero chuckles nursing his seventh beer. Denki pauses for a moment, trying to think of something, anything great.

"Alpha Kappa Wholesome." He smiles, "Yea that's it!"

Sero laughs from his bottom bunk earning an angry faced Denki to put half of his body over the side of his bed.

"I'm serious man! We could kick out whoever doesn't match our values. This college is supposed to be about making 'lasting connections' with fellow heroes! How are we supposed to do it when we are cooped up in our tiny dorm!" He gestures to their cramped room. A set of bunk beds and desks with their TV and shared dresser on the far wall. Sero looks around, this sure as hell wasn't like the dorms at UA that's for sure.

"Okay well two people isn't enough for a frat, man." Sero lets the dream die before it can bloom, running a hand through his raven hair. Denki scrunches up his face before he remembers where his crush stays. It's as if a light bulb lit up atop his upside down head. He jolts himself falling from the top bunk crashing into the empty beer bottle. They clink in protest but thankfully non break, just roll beneath the bottom bunk.

"But there is a sorority of only four and we have four friends in our group!"

Denki decides now is a good time to face time them. Kirishima answers first with a shout that he's gonna step outside, the roaring party and flashing lights die behind the shutting door while Bakugou is illuminated by the light of his screen glaring into the camera while a meek looking girl hides.

"This better be fucking good." Bakugou growls.

After an hour and a half of screaming Denki finally convinces Bakugou that sharing a house with the three of them as opposed to a rando was a much better idea. Reminding him that he had done it for three years in highschool surely he could last two more. He agrees but refuses to help argue with the dean meanwhile Kirishima is GLOWING with excitement over the idea formulating with his sober mind the best way to handle the notorious harsh Dean.

It takes petitions, several meetings and almost til the spring break to come down to this, the final meeting. Bakugou, who has attended every meeting and true to his word has said nothing. Denki nervous as a sinner in church, Sero who's sweating bullets and Kirishima all sit in the room with the board, treasury and the Dean in a final meeting of sorts.

Kirishima gulps and before he can explain the benefits the frat will have to offer the Dean stops him with a simple show of his hand. Taking a report from the secretary of treasury to look over, he just needed the monetary excuse to back up his favorite word.

"No." He clears his throat, "Unfortunately funds are too low to be able to support another fraternity." The Dean leaves it at that not even bothering to offer they join something preexisting.

Three of the four men accept defeat, mentally communicating that they did a good job trying. But the fourth man dreamed of his own room, of his own space to do as he pleased. And all without threat of being charged with murder. Although the fourth man would never admit that the reason he spoke up wasn't totally about the room, it was the look of defeat, anguish on his friends faces that had the room heating up a degree or two and smelling heavily of boiling sugar.

"Oi, toupee." The hot head let's his seat fall back to all fours, fixing the Dean a withering look, "You said something about not enough money huh?"

The Dean swallows thickly carefully thinking out his next sentence.

"Why, Yes its…." Bakugou interrupts before the Dean can even finish his thought.

"Pretty sure I'm the reason this campus is gonna be swarming with fucking no name extras next year." Katsuki's smile widens as his hand pops, "If you deny this request with the money I'm making you then I'll participate in the university sports festival with another college's across my fucking chest."

The Dean visibly sweats, Bakugou really was a hard student to land. His brash attitude and unapologetic behavior was popular among the younger generation bringing with it an influx of applicants and donations. It hadn't even been 24 hours since his announcement did it crash the admin and donation site. He panics, not even sure if there is any real estate available on or around campus in order for him to legally allow this fraternity to flourish. As if reading his mind the secretary of grounds offers him a file, an old run down home within a decent walking distance of the main campus. The Dean exhales the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Let's not act so rash. It has just come to my attention that we have some extra funding to be able to purchase a place for you all…" He looks over the file, he hopes this is enough to placate the hot head, "But it will need some old fashioned sweat equity, if we can secure it. The town has been kind enough to offer us first dibs to real estate within a certain radius of campus and if they like our offer you hardworking men will have your 'Alpha Kappa Wholesome home."

"They better like your offer." Is all Bakugou says before standing, "We get the keys in a month, got it?"

He doesn't give the Dean time to rebuttal, he just leaves while the other shocked three follow suit. It isn't until they are in the courtyard does their excitement hit them all at once.

"HOLY SHIT BAKUBRO ALWAYS COMING IN ON THE FUCKING KLUTCH!" Denki shouts, tackling Bakugou into a hug, Sero and then Kirishima wrap their arms around the yelling hot head who threatens to blow them up.

"I owe you a fucking drink!" Kirishima shouts lifting the group and twirling them

"OI OI OI SHITTY HAIR PUT ME DOWN!"

After that promised drink and a month of waiting the four musketeers stand before their new home. The house is trashed, easily a short sale of a foreclosure as the rent went higher but their wages stayed low. The amount of work to make this place semi decent was going to be astronomical at best.

Bakugou is thoroughly unimpressed, scoffing as Denki runs up the porch. The vision is clear in the electric blonde's head. The massive porch is clean, with a swing and some chairs, string lights hanging from the wooden ceiling while the half wrapped around, second story porch is draped in endless artificial star light cloaking the house in cozy warmth.

Dneki opens the front door and plume of dust rushes out around him, the other two follow suit. Taking the steps two at a time as they rush into the house. Harsh garnet stares after them before glancing at their luggage. He decides to leave it all stepping inside.

Their imaginations run rampant as they stand beneath the large archway to the main living room while Bakugou begins to second guess opening his mouth. That or getting more money from the Dean. Before displeasure can leave the hot head his friends turn to face him, their eyes shining and smiles stretched wide, wide enough it begins to hurt Bakugou's own cheeks. They encourage him to step into the home more, telling him what will go where. For a moment his smile is soft, tender as he looks at these three idiots seeing the bright side of everything before he steels back into his normal self.

"Oi! Quick acting all googly eyed. We've got a lot of work to do and a lot of fucking money to raise."

The four friends spend majority of their spring term picking rooms and doing basic cleaning. Bringing only one of the two full bathrooms up to par, trying their best to keep up with the old big house. Even after all of them picked their rooms there were still three bedrooms and a den with a door left. They brain stormed adding recruits but Bakugou shot the idea down despite Sero being elected the president of the frat.

Spring boils into summer, bringing with it the promise of cold hard cash. Bake sales and lunch deals thanks to Bakugou's cooking skills brought in a large amount of income, so did the odd jobs Kirishima, Denki, and Sero found themselves doing. Still they find themselves short.

"Shirtless carwash!" Denki announces earning a glare from Bakugou. Kirishima pipes up before the idea is blasted sky high.

"Think of the money man. The community around here is soccer mom's and freshly graduated college kids and I don't know about yall but when I go for a run or hit up the corner store after a good run I'm being stared at."

"That's a valid point Bakugou. I've seen how they flock to you for baked goods, they've been staring at your arms and eyes man." Sero adds voting yes to the idea making it three to one.

Just as Kirishima said, woman and even some men, flock to the area for a car wash. Some even coming back twice in one day! The cash flow is good but still a bit lacking. Denki wipes the sweat from his brow as he wonders how they will get enough to be able to get decent light fixtures and a working fridge in the dorm. Let alone anything aside from a blown up mattress and folding chairs in the living room. He scrolls through his social media on his break and comes across the miracle he has been asking for.

A lovely summer picture of four women in bikinis, three of them his housemates have lived with before. Mina Ashido, Jiro Kyoka, Ochako Uraraka, and then there is the new woman, you.

But what makes the picture that much sweeter isn't even the content itself, no it's that gorgeous caption just beneath it.

"BASIC BITCH CAR WASH! Help us raise money for an apartment so our sorority doesn't get disbanded!"

An idea formulates in the electric blondes head so quickly he thinks sparks fly from his ears. A dangerous smile forms on Denki Kaminari's lips.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha au #bnha college au #bnha wholesome frat au

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supersilversleuth · 3 years

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To Kill, To Die, or, To Live by SuperSilverSpy

Fandoms:DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson-centric, Dick Grayson Whump, Whump, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, I have used these tags so much lately, I could probably write them in my sleep, Hurt No Comfort, maybe? - Freeform, I don’t remember writing any comfort…, Hurt, Angst, Jason Todd is a good bro, usually, sometimes?, idk - Freeform, he wants to be a good bro in this fic, Possession, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Whumptober 2021, SuperSilverSpy, SilverGrayson

Summary:

Red Hood showed up in the Batcave after helping out with a quick op one night. Everyone seemed to be looking at him with distrust and suspicion, even though he’d just helped them out. Everyone except Dick, of course, who offered him a tight smile, but whose expression was otherwise unreadable.

Kill kill kill...Dick Grayson shall die...

“What? Why the oh so serious faces?” Jason’s voice drawled.

OR Jason wakes up one morning, and there’s a voice in his head screaming for the death of one Dick Grayson

No. 4 - TRUST FALL “Do you trust me?” | taken hostage | pushed

Published: 2021-10-04 Completed:2021-10-04 Words: 3091 Chapters: 3/3

Chapter One: To Kill

It happened out of the blue one day.

Jason woke in a cold sweat, but he didn’t immediately sit up in bed. In fact, he didn’t move at all. He just stared up at his ceiling, a single thought running through his head, a single emotion coursing through his veins.

Dick Grayson must die.

Distantly, a part of him felt appalled at the notion, but most of him was running with it. Anger clouded his mind but it was unlike any he’d ever felt before. It was different, colder somehow, not like the usual searing heat of pit madness.

He heard a new voice in his head spewing insults about the Golden Boy left and right. Some felt familiar, as if taken from Jason’s own mind. Most of them were new, and he did his best to ignore the most unsavory ones.

He didn’t actually hate Dickface, did he? N—

Jason sat up, and began preparing for the day ahead of him. Put bread in the toaster, remember the meetings he has with several of his informants— Dick Grayson deserves to die— now that didn’t sound right…what was he thinking about again? Put butter on the toast when it’s done, start eating, think about that case that’s been stumping him lately— take Nightwing hostage —what was that? He does have a pretty busy nightlife… Do the morning’s dishes, brush his teeth, get dressed. He had a drug ring to bust tonight, that’s right. Some scumbags needed a little visit from the esteemed crime lord Red Hood— kill them all— what? N—

Jason went through the rest of his day in a haze. He met with some informants, gave food to some people on the streets. He got everything done quickly and efficiently, he even managed to make time to buy groceries. With every interaction, he acted just like he normally would. His movements were comfortable, voice at just the right level to suit each situation. People seemed easily swayed by him, to do as he asked. And yet...he felt detached somehow, as if watching through someone else’s eyes—someone who acted exactly like him.

He couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it though, couldn’t open his mouth and say something out of character, or just talk to himself when no one was in sight. Distantly, a part of him felt alarmed, something was just off.

Still, he made it through the day just fine. Whatever had been bothering him earlier that morning seemed to fade, and he started to feel as if nothing had changed. And nothing had, right? He didn’t remember anything different between today and yesterday…

Night came, and the Red Hood went out to save the day, or at least crash some a**hats’ day, he wasn’t picky. Everything went to plan too, which made him elated. The bats could say all they wanted about him, but no one could deny his clear skill and competency.

Everything was going well, the drug traffickers were all passed out on the ground and Jason was getting ready to call the police, when it happened.

His thumb withdrew from the call button, burner phone slipping back into his pocket. His hands went instead to his guns, and he felt his body turning, moving towards the unconscious bodies of some of the worst that he’d taken down. Kill. Kill. Kill. Chanted that new voice in his head. Kill them all, they deserve it. Just like Dick Grayson.

What? N—No, that didn’t make sense. Why was—Why was his hand still moving? What was his finger doing on the trigger? Jason didn’t understand. I don’t want to kill them, he thought. He pushed against that voice, that—that presence in his head.

It pushed back .

Jason was left scrambling internally, as he watched his own arm lift and aim. A body lay on the ground, motionless where splashes of crimson decorated the floor.

Jason felt as if he’d been booted out of his own body, like his actions weren’t his to control anymore. He felt sick, but no bile would rise in his throat. No feeling would stir in his stomach. He didn’t understand.

Two bodies, on the ground, it was like he was seeing double, than triple, then several many more. He started to lose count. At one point, he noticed there was a knife in his hand, that his face was twisted in an expression of satisfaction. His hands were covered in blood, and so were his pants. He’d have a hard time washing that out, Jason realized distantly. Death here, death there, death death everywhere, said the voice in his head. He knew he was feeling things, actual emotions. But they didn’t really seem to be there . They were foreign, unfamiliar, not his own. Jason could think of all the synonyms he knew to describe just how out of place the anger and the bloodlust and the malicious satisfaction felt. How out of place he himself felt. Kicked out of his own mind, out of control of his own body.

Even with past experiences in mind control and mind-twisting pits of torture, this still was like nothing he had ever felt before.

—

Jason didn’t know what day it was, what was happening, he just couldn’t tell. He couldn’t seem to keep track . It had been like this ever since the massacre, since he’d fought and lost the battle in his own mind.

Kill kill kill...Dick Grayson shall die...

“What? Why the oh so serious faces?” Jason’s voice drawled.

“Those drug traffickers on Monday,” began the big bat himself. Jason’s hand waved as if to wipe it all away. “Lay off it, B. I promise it wasn’t me, alright? I left before whoever murdered them all showed up.” The Replacement was frowning at him, and the Demon brat was scowling his way as well. Bruce thinned his lips, looking at him in that insufferable judgmental way he had. Jason felt himself scoffing, “I don’t owe you fools anything. ”

Please, he thought, this isn’t me. Please, I know it sounds like me but I swear it isn’t. His body went straight for his motorcycle, hopping on and driving away with the squealing of tires.

There are TWO POSSIBLE ENDINGS, the first one is Major Character Death, the second is “everybody lives”

Read the next chapter for tragedy, read the chapter after that for somewhat happy ending

Chapter Two: To Die

“Hey Jay? You alright?”

The prey has fallen into the trap...

Jason felt his head swivel in Dick’s direction, “What are you doing here, Dickface?”

“I don’t know, you just seemed to be acting a little off yesterday. I was just wondering if—”

“I’m fine.” Jason’s voice growled. “And I didn’t kill those people. So there’s nothing for you to report back to ol’ daddy bats up there on his high horse.” Dick scowled briefly, but then his expression smoothed. “I’m not here to spy on you, Jay. And I know it wasn’t you who killed those people.” His brother looked at him steadily, right in the eyes. No! Dick, you have to get away from me, he wants to kill y —

“It wasn’t you,” continued Dick, “It was whatever's controlling you.”

For a moment, Jason panicked. But whoever it was in his head let up quite a bit, and Jason suddenly felt lighter than air. It was like the first taste of water after days in the desert. Like he could finally breathe after an eternity of going without.

“Wha—” Jason stumbled, knees feeling weak. Dick rushed forward, catching him as he fell. “No...N—No, Dick, you can’t be here. ‘m a killer, that thing in my head, it—it wants to—”

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here.” His hand carded through Jason’s hair. “We’ll figure this out, okay? We’ll figure this out.”

“It…it seems to have left me.” Jason said, voice trembling in awe as he flexed his fingers. It’d been so long…

—

Dick smiled down at his brother.

“It’s okay, Jay.” He said, “It must’ve fled when it realized I knew it was there.”

“How…how did you know, anyways?” Jason asked.

“I just…I had a feeling. You were acting off, and that look in your eye…”

“Thanks, Dick,” his little brother replied, but then his voice changed, sounding almost…fearful? “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” He asked, straining his ears, “I don’t—”

There was a loud roar and the sound of large, stomping feet. Dick frantically looked around, noticing as shadows creeped in from underneath the door. The air was charged with magic, power flowing throughout the room.

“It’s back,” whispered Jason, clutching Dick’s arm, “we should run.”

“Yeah,” Dick said, as if in a daze, “let’s go.”

It seemed so surreal, the supernatural monsters bursting through the door. Dick wasn’t sure what surprised him so much about it, he dealt with this kind of thing every other day. It’s just…

“Dickie,” said Jason, pulling him towards the window. “Snap out of it, they’re gaining on us.”

He shook his head, looking back—and yeah, the strange magical creatures were right behind them.

Jason jumped through the window, Dick following closely behind. They fired their grappling guns, arriving on the roof opposite in what felt like the blink of an eye.

“Hurry,” said a voice and—oh, it was Jason. It was coming out of Jason’s mouth, right? It must be Jason’s. “We should go that way.”

Dick looked his little brother in the eyes, grounding himself there, before following Jason’s lead as they ran across rooftops.

Dick felt like he was doing everything underwater, but it was…nice. Pretty great actually. He barely even noticed the burn in his legs, or how the monsters chasing them had odd-looking shadows.

Each time he looked back, all he saw was claws and teeth. Masses of fur and strange golden markings.

They paused for breath a few blocks away.

Dick wondered at Jason’s plan. It felt like there was something he should be doing…“Jay? What should we do? Where do we go?”

“That thing in my head seemed afraid of tall places…”

“The—The Wayne Enterprises building.” Dick replied almost immediately.

“Of course,” said Jason, bumping him with his shoulder, “How about a race?”

Dick grinned back at him, “Sure, why not.”

Adrenaline flooded his veins, and for a moment, he almost forgot about the monsters chasing them.

Jason nodded to him, and then they took off, running and jumping, grappling all across the city, heading for the tallest building around. Dick pressed himself to go faster, run harder, jump stronger .

He could see Jason out of the corner of his eye, also going considerably fast.

Jason wasn’t the only one Dick noticed, he also spotted several of them on Jason’s tail. The monsters seemed to move just as fast as they did. He could only hope his little brother could go fast enough to outrun them.

Dick reached the WE building first, skidding to a stop on the roof. Jason arrived soon after.

The monsters gathered a roof away, preparing to jump.

“I—I don’t understand, I thought you said they wouldn't follow us up here.” Dick looked at Jason, searching for answers in his expression.

His little brother’s features were soft, his eyes glittered with something strange and otherworldly. His voice was smooth and heavy with something familiar… “It’s okay, I have a plan, but there’s no time. Dick, do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you, Little Wing.”

Darkness creeped up along the edges of the building, sliding onto the roof. Claws scraped against the ground, glowing gold eyes began to surround them. There was a single opening, a small bit of edge that had nothing on it.

Jason smiled, grabbing Dick’s grapple gun. And then pushed him off the roof.

Dick Grayson fell over 1,000 feet to the ground, all the while believing his brother would catch him.

Above, on the roof of Wayne Tower, Jason Todd’s eyes flashed gold.

Chapter Three: To Live

“Hey Jay? You alright?”

The prey has fallen into the trap...

Jason felt his head swivel in Dick’s direction, “What are you doing here, Dickface?”

“I don’t know, you just seemed to be acting a little off yesterday. I was just wondering if—”

“It wasn’t you,” continued Dick, “It was whatever's controlling you.”

“Wha—” Jason stumbled, knees feeling weak. Dick rushed forward, catching him as he fell. “No...N—No, Dick, you can’t be here. ‘m a killer, that thing in my head, it—it wants to—”

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here.” His hand carded through Jason’s hair. “This thing is here to test me Jay, I didn’t have a choice. I know you didn’t either, and I am so, so sorry for that Little Wing. We’ll figure this out, okay? We’ll figure this out.”

Jason opened his mouth to reply, when suddenly the presence was back, the voice along with it. Jason could feel his consciousness collapsing back, dissociating once again. He vaguely registered as one of his hidden daggers was swiftly drawn, and pressed harshly against Dick’s neck.

“Do you trust me?” asked Jason’s voice, a smirk spread across his face.

The question was meant to be mocking, but Dick answered seriously, “Of course, I know you’re still in there, Jay. I trust you.”

—

They stood on the roof of the WE building. Whoever was controlling Jason had used his strength to give Dick a good beating, and sent a picture of the aftermath to the bats. It was only a matter of time before they showed.

“One as special as Dick Grayson, must be able to trust at least one member of his family. Jason Todd is least likely to accept this trust, which makes my job so much easier. I look forward to his death,” said Jason’s voice while they waited.

Dick, all tied up, sporting a black eye and what were likely bruised ribs—grinned like a maniac. “I recognized your presence, didn’t I? I could tell there was something off with him, you nasty little f***er. You may think you chose your victim well, but you’re making a big mistake—Jay will pull through for me, and you will be torn away as if it were nothing.”

Wow, Dick just sounded so—so confident in Jason’s ability to do whatever it was he was supposed to do. Jason wasn’t sure he’d be able to overpower this thing, let alone destroy it.

“The rest of your so-called family will arrive any minute now, will you weep at their demise?”

Dick scowled, “The rules that you are bound to state that you can’t kill any of my loved ones before me.”

“I may not be able to kill them, but I’ve been doing this awhile, and I know all the loopholes to this little game.”

Behind them, the bats touched down on the roof. Jason felt himself turn to face them. It seemed that Bruce, Tim, Damian, and Steph all showed up for the party.

“Here to save your favorite Golden child?”

“What do you want?” Demanded Bruce, stoic as ever.

They never cared about you , none of them do. Hissed the voice in his head. Nobody trusts you

Nobody trusts you , Jason thought back at it, you murderous lying b****** .

It chuckled, ah, but it is not my face I’m wearing. It’s your's.

Outloud, Jason’s voice addressed the bats, “This is the price you pay for not trusting me, for letting Dick down. You didn’t even notice there was something different about him, did you? You didn’t even notice when Jason Todd was no longer Jason Todd.”

Bruce and Dick were the only ones who didn’t look confused at the words. Dick, because he seemed to know what was going on, and Bruce, because he was, well, Bruce. Batman’s face was as stoic as ever.

Jason felt his face twist into something surely ugly and murderous-looking.

Power surged through him, coming from seemingly nowhere. But Jason could feel it at his fingertips, being pushed into him and pulled out, he had no control over its course. The air around him became charged with magic, and then the bats were engulfed in a bright, golden light.

A moment later, Jason's eyes opened to find that all four of them were frozen in various positions and turned into a shiny golden color, standing still like statues.

The look of horror on Dick’s face hurt to look at, when Jason felt himself turn back to the man.

Quickly, Dick’s expression turned to that of anger, “What did you do to them?” he seethed. “Turn them back!”

“It’s too late, Dick Grayson. Once you are dead, your family will remain this way forever.”

Jason’s arms reached out, grabbing Dick and picking him up.

His feet took him to the edge of the roof, holding Dick out over the ground far, far below.

“J—Jay, listen to me, you can fight this. I know you can. You’re still in there, I believe in you.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Jason watched as he dropped his brother over the edge.

Time seemed to stop.

No! He thought, pushing back as hard as he could against that malicious presence in his mind. Jason pictured Dick’s face, looking at him sincerely, a bead of blood forming where Jason’s own knife grazed his throat. “I trust you ,” he’d said.

Jason followed him over the edge before he even knew what he was doing. Shooting out his grapple instinctively, cutting through the air rapidly as he fell.

This is going to hurt , he thought, as he set himself on a collision course with Dick, but I think we’ll live.

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icarus-suraki · 3 years

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Since I seem to enjoy Starting Shit on the Internet today, I'm going to share some thoughts on the OnlyFans debacle.

First: sex work is real work. I said it, I believe it, that settles it.

It seems a lot of people (often young women, I've noticed?) are really celebrating OnlyFans banning all NSFW content. They’re having a great time saying things about how they hope all the (cis) men who liked NSFW OnlyFans content die mad about the NSFW ban and so on. It’s downright gleeful. And it seems like they're celebrating on the grounds of stopping trafficking and protecting minors and so on. And that's a noble thing, ending trafficking and protecting minors--do not misunderstand me: trafficking and abuse of minors is a real and serious issue and I absolutely support ending trafficking, rescuing victims, and protecting minors.

It is my opinion (insert Vine here) that OnlyFans banning NSFW content is going to hurt sex workers and also will do absolutely nothing to protect minors or stop trafficking.

A considerable number of people here in the US lost their jobs during the pandemic. And, among those people, are those who desperately need income. They're of age, they're legally allowed to do these things, and they need some way to survive. And, in the absence of a UBI or even a country that seems to care about the wellbeing of its own citizens, you have to find a way to survive. And a lot of the people who found themselves unemployed discovered that they could earn enough of an income through OnlyFans to actually survive. They could keep the lights on, get food, pay for medication, put gas in their car so they could drive to job interviews. It became a means of self-employment.

Are you thinking of the people on OnlyFans and elsewhere who are doing sex work as actual people? Or are they just a mass, just a concept, onto which you can project your ideals of Purity Culture? You’re giggling gleefully about unhappy men with blue balls, but I feel like you’re forgetting the women who are still stuck in a Capitalist situation.

"But they didn't start doing it willingly!" You can't prove that that's true for everyone on the site. You cannot prove that. You do not speak for everyone. Maybe some people turned to OnlyFans out of desperation, sure. But others may have felt relieved that they had it there. Others may have even felt liberated or enjoyed the work. I don't know. And you don't know either.

"But if you make sex work legal, that makes trafficking easier!" Yes, yes, I've seen the whole "Nordic System" argument. I've read it. My issue with it is that everyone is using it in the wrong way.

Remember when Oregon decriminalized possession of small amounts of most drugs? It was a decision made on the grounds of harm reduction. If you won’t get arrested for having some crack in your pocket, you can feel safer. Look at what the War on Drugs has accomplished: legal slavery and police brutality. It doesn’t work. And it’s an excellent experiment to try something else.

If sex work is declared protected or legal (and banks and credit cards cannot therefore refuse payment made to legal providers of the service), then any sex worker who is threatened, abused, harmed, attacked can make a report without fears of repercussions for doing sex work. Do you know how many sex workers are killed? If only there were some way to report a threat or a risk to the police without repercussions...

Beyond that: if someone is trafficked and they make a report about what's happening to them, it can be taken seriously because sex work is considered a legitimate area and trafficking would be very much outside the laws related to sex work. Same thing with minors in the same situation: it’s outside the laws, so it’s a crime, but someone reporting it would not be held as a criminal themselves. Collateral damage.

To go back to Oregon for a minute: if you decriminalize possession of small amounts of drugs, are you going to stop drug deals altogether? No. Oregon knows that too. But you can assist the people who do use drugs when they come forward with information about, say, murders connected to drug deals. And you can also provide a means for them to leave their situation if they so choose.

Yes, ACAB, but we can at least provide a measure of protection to people who need assistance. See how this works? If a sex worker knows about minors being abused or trafficking going on and they make a report about it, they themselves don't have to worry about getting caught up and charged for also being engaged in sex work.

More protection for more people.

Lastly, and this might make you mad, you can thank the US Conservatives for a lot of this.

It’s the good ol’ Moral Majority come back from the dead. Again.

Any time someone yells about pedophiles or trafficking, it gets everyone concerned--and rightly so. But the problem is that it immediately becomes "if you're not overtly against it, then you must be tacitly for it, so agree to this bill." And so, anyone who's progressive or vaguely left-leaning signs off on legislations or statements about how sex work is bad and sinful.

But in doing this one thing, the US Conservatives and especially the Conservative Evangelicals of the US, can then convince more and more people to sign off on a longer and longer list of laws or beliefs that the Conservative Evangelicals want to push through. That’s their goal: to push through their ideas of a Good and Wholesome Christian Nation, with all the white supremacy and misogyny and homophobia and transphobia that entails.

So you start off with the existing laws regarding sex work, then you start sliding into "all of these kinds of sex work are illegal" and then "all sex work is illegal" and then "all pornography of all kinds is banned" and then you start slipping into lawmaking like ending access to birth control (because that encourages casual sex) and ending the rights of LGBTQ people (because "perversion"). You've seen it before, you could see it again. (And yet we can't seem to get child marriage completely banned in the US. Funny how that works.)

I don't mean to "slippery slope" this stuff but, trust me, it seems bad now but it can get so much worse. And I hope it doesn’t get worse.

“If you’re a feminist, how can you be in favor of sex work?” Because sex work is work. And, if you look back through history, you’ll find that banning sex work and punishing sex workers didn’t make things better, it drove everything down deeper and made everything worse. Less safety, less security, more risk, more punishment.

It seems like a shallow version of feminism if all you’re doing is sneering at cis men and turning up your nose at sex workers. I think you ought to reexamine your beliefs.

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writingfromkitchenator · 3 years

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The Demon, The Hunter, and The Halfblood

Masterlist

Crowley x Original Female Character

Series Warnings: A/B/O series, some Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha x Omega, obligatory smut warning here (as usual, no under 18′s please, specifics will be within chapter warnings as needed), violence, blood, fluff, angst, major character death, possession, swearing

Chapter 11

Chapter warnings: Talks of rut and heat, non-con elements (uncontrolled rut), biting, blood, fingering, brief mention of vaginal sex, suggested rough sex. Note: Most of this is from their memories.

Words: 3,181

Madelyn paced as agitation curled in her stomach, very aware of Crowley’s gaze on her, as she moved back and forth in their little hide away for exactly these times. She hated that her heats were getting earlier each time, and while she knew that it was still a few hours off truly hitting, the itch that had been growing in the back of her mind over the last year or so was getting incredibly frustration.

Only, this time, she thought she might have a reason as to why this was happening. The talks that they’d been having in the bunker having brought the itch to the front of her mind, which is why she’d gotten herself out of there.

She didn’t need them to see her like this.

“Care you share those thoughts darling?”

Madelyn sighed, stopping her pacing and facing Crowley, who she could tell was slightly concerned, but she knew he was going to like this even less. “I…think I may know why my heat keeps coming early.”

Crowley raised in his eyebrows, a little surprised. “Oh?”

She held his gaze, her expression serious, which surprised him even more. “I think I need you to go into rut.”

There was no missing the discomfort that washed over his expression. “Madelyn…”

“I know, Crowley, trust me, I know,” She groaned, looking away from him, her arms wrapping around herself as the itch just seemed to get worse. “But it’s the only thing I can put it down to. You know as well as I do that an Alpha and Omega relationship, especially a bound pair, need to fill each other’s needs. I know that ours is far more complicated than that but-”

“Let me stop you there love,” Crowley said quickly. “We do exactly what we need to.”

“We have a lot of sex,” Madelyn said, looking back at him. “Hell, I’ve certainly never complained, but this is different. You know it’s different.”

He hid his discomfort well, despite knowing that it was pointless with her. “The only time that I’ve gone into rut with you, you-”

“Ended up pregnant.” Madelyn said flatly. “Bit hard to forget Crowley.”

This time, he did shift uncomfortably. “Yes, and we discussed it afterwards. We agreed that it was bad idea. I’ve kept it well in control for that reason.”

Madelyn folded her arms, her stance no less serious. She knew what she was asking, she knew what they both went through last time, and she knew that the conversation that followed hadn’t been an easy one. “You won’t hurt me.”

Crowley held her gaze for a long moment before he stood, shaking his head, going to her. “No. Absolutely not. We can…come up with something else. There’s always more than one solution.”

“Crowley-”

“We can’t discuss this Madelyn,” His jaw clenched. “I won’t.”

She sighed and stepped to him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her chest pressed to his, knowing full well that he could feel the start of heat approaching quickly. “Last time was a fluke; it was your first rut in a long time. This time will be different. It’s been nowhere near as long, and I’m wanting you to. I know the risks, I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t, and I know how…how things went the first time, my memory very much matches yours. If this fixes this though, if this stops my heat coming stupidly early all the time, then it’s going to make our lives a lot easier.”

His hands rested on her waist, sighing heavily. “And if it goes wrong? If…if…”

“Then we deal with it again.” Madelyn held his gaze. “You can’t deny that things have changed since then. Things have been changed for a long while.”

Crowley stared at her. Things had definitely change, he couldn’t deny that. Things had changed the moment he’d had to rush her to a hospital at seven months pregnant, the doctors telling him that the baby was killing her, and he suddenly had to face the prospect of being alone again, potentially with a child, depending on whether it survived too or not. He’d spent so long by her bedside, Madelyn in and out of consciousness, her body being supported by who knew how many drugs but…

He just didn’t know if he could change his stance on what had led to that point.

Crowley was agitated more than usual, everything just felt wrong and the demons around him were more annoying than usual. His clothes felt painfully tight, and it didn't seem to matter how many times he adjusted his collar, it felt like he was constricting his throat.

“Are...you feeling alright sir?”

He glared at the demon, a trickle of sweat beading down his brow, a flush covering his cheeks. “If I wasn't getting asked stupid questions, I would be. Don't you have something better to do?”

The demon hurried off, leaving Crowley growling where he stood, just wanting an excuse to pick some sort of fight, his mind working over all the possible reasons as to why, until there was a strange itch in the back of his mind.

It took a few moments before it sunk in to what was happening, then he could only focus on one thing, grabbing his phone.

I need to see you.

I'm busy.

I need to see you Madelyn. This is serious.

I'm not here to just answer to you. Go find someone else to annoy.

Madelyn was alone, Crowley didn't need any more confirmation than that, making her roll her eyes from the table where she was seated as he appeared.

“Honestly, can't you take a-" The words stopped on her lips as she stared at him, her posture changing slowly, cautiously, eyes darting to the door for a moment before looking seriously back at him. “Are you in rut?”

Crowley could feel himself trembling, barely keeping a hold of his control as her scent washed over him, his teeth gritting together. He hated that his thought had been correct. “Demons...can't...”

“Uh huh,” Madelyn said slowly, getting to her feet, her body tense, ready for fight or flight, unsure of what to make of the Alpha in the room. “Well, that's certainly what it looks and smells like Crowley. Now, we agreed to be careful about this. Can you control it?”

A low growl rumbled through his chest, his head shaking before she finished the question. He knew what they agreed, but that was before this had happened, that was before her scent wasn't practically driving him out of his mind, his body feeling painfully tight the longer he stood there. “Need you.”

Madelyn licks her lips, feeling her body respond, but choosing to ignore it. “We agreed this was a bad idea Crowl-"

His feet carried him forward, not bothered when she backed away, quickly trapping her against the wall, his arms either side of her head, fighting for air in his lungs, each breath drawing in more of her.

She stared at him, her heart racing, his eyes jammed shut, trying to hold onto control. She'd been there, she knew what it was like, and whatever was now happening to him, hadn't happened in a long time. “Crowley...look at me.”

With great reluctance, he does.

“I want you to take a step back,” She said, her voice quiet and soft, hoping to appeal to his other side. “And I want you to take a deep breath for me.”

Crowley's hands tense on the wall for a moment, starting to crack the plasterboard underneath, his eyes flashing red for the briefest of moments. “Can smell how ready you are for me Omega.”

Madelyn swallowed thickly, knowing her body was betraying her, but she needed some control back of this situation. It wasn’t going to end well for either of them if he just took control. “Crowley, please take a step back from me.”

A low growl leaves him, but he complies, taking a step back and drawing in a deep breath, forcing his gaze away from her.

“Good,” Madelyn lets out a steadying sigh. “Now, can we please just take a moment to process what is happening here?"

“I'm going into rut,” He growled, still keeping his gaze away from her, his hands clenching and unclenching by his side. “There's not much more to it than that.”

“I know,” She said quietly. “But just charging in here like a raging bull isn't going to help anyone. Take a breath for me, focus somewhere else for just a moment.”

He knew what she was trying to do and he knew it wasn't going to work, his body practically shaking with need. This infuriating woman, his Omega that he'd claimed without thinking, a Winchester through and through, and despite everything, he wanted nothing more than just have her as close as possible to him. He needed to just drown himself in her.

Crowley took a long slow breath, but his focus didn't waver from her, her scent filling his lungs, just making it worse. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself much longer.

“Thank you,” Madelyn still watches him closely, her gaze unsure. “Now, before this comes crashing down around us, let's talk."

“About?”

“About how to handle this.”

He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to growl. He knew how he wanted to handle this.

Madelyn let out a slow breath. “Can you control it at all?”

“No.”

“That’s…troubling. If I asked you to sit for me-”

His look cut her off, the hunger gleaming in his eyes and making her swallow thickly, shifting uncomfortably on her feet, her body betraying her. “Okay, point taken.”

He took a step forward, his control slipping further away from him. “Need you.”

“Crowley-”

“Now.”

Madelyn’s mind tried to work quickly, but his rut was currently overtaking her senses, leaving her conflicted as the answering call pumped through her blood. This was dangerous, they were both unprepared for something like this, but she was quickly running out of options to try and stop it.

“We can…we can do…something else…” She tried to make it believable, tried to convince herself as much as him, but it sounded all too weak.

A growl did leave him this time and a full shiver went through her body. “I’m not giving you an option here Madelyn.”

She licked her lips subconsciously, trying her best to still hold her ground. “Crowley-”

Crowley's lips crushed into hers, making her whimper against the intensity of the kiss, his body pressing her flush against the wall, needing the contact. She shudders against him, the thought of talking gone, hands clinging to him tightly.

A low growl rumbles through his chest, the kiss hungry and dominating, needing her more than anything else he had before. This wasn't part of the plan, this wasn't meant to be like this, and yet as Madelyn moaned against him, he knew that there was going to be no other way this could be.

He needed her.

A gentle hand on his cheek brought Crowley out of his thoughts, Madelyn’s gaze understanding, making him sigh and rest his forehead against hers. “Whatever do I do with you? The last few days have just been an absolute roller coaster and I’m not even sure how to even begin processing this.”

Madelyn sighed softly and rested her head against his chest. “I know, and I hate asking this of you. I just can’t deny what the itch is telling me.”

His fingers trailed into her hair, brushing softly through it, making her sigh against him. He’d always made sure she was well taken care of during her heats, giving her exactly what she needed, he took great satisfaction in doing so. To put his control on the line, to risk her and go back to just base instincts again, it was going to be hard to do, no matter how much she may need it.

“Come here love,” Crowley said softly, pulling her back to lounge where he’d been sitting before, Madelyn smiling softly and allowing him to pull her into his lap. “Let me…get comfortable with the idea first, then we can talk some more.”

She nodded, getting comfortable, her arms looping around his neck again, leaning in close. “I can do that.”

Madelyn kissed him, earning a low hum through his chest, and he slowly settled, pulling her flush against him. They kept themselves unhurried, unworried, but Crowley couldn’t help but think back again on what had happened.

One of his hands buried into her hair and pulled her head back, breaking the kiss, a sharp gasp leaving her and she draws in a deep lung full of air. Crowley trails open mouth kisses down her jaw and neck, making her breath catch, working down to his mark. His teeth scrape over it, a shudder going through her, bearing her throat more, trying to twist in his grip to press closer.

A deep, satisfied purr goes through him, nuzzling into her scent, ignoring her restless squirming. All he could think about was her and what he needed. “Mine.”

Madelyn whimpers, completely at his mercy, her body throbbing with need, answering the call of his. With his proclamation, she submitted entirely, her body flushed as her heart races, heat throbbing low in her stomach. “Alpha…”

Another purr rumbled through him and his full attention turns to the mark, lapping over it, sucking it and nibbling it, making her whimper and squirm against him. If she got too restless, he would sink his teeth in a little firmer until she stilled, a whimper caught in her throat.

She was going to have to go his pace and whatever his rut demanded.

As a low growl rumbled through Crowley’s chest, Madelyn pulled back slightly, looking down at him, her eyes flicking between his gaze for a moment. He looked annoyed that he was giving into it, but her gaze softened, letting out a low chuckle as she nudges her nose with his.

“Let me look after you Alpha,” She whispered against his lips. “Let me take care of you.”

Crowley half growled, half groaned, keeping her pressed as close as possible to him. “That’s meant to be my job.”

Madelyn laughed and kissed him softly on the lips, slowly trailing down towards his throat. “I keep telling you that this works both ways.”

He holds back another noise, growing restless under her, especially when she teases her mark on him, his fingers digging a little into her hips. She was so infuriatingly stubborn at times, and pretending to be so innocent about it just made it worse.

Still, if anything happened to her…

The growl was the only warning Madelyn got before she was spun and slammed against the wall, Crowley pressing again, her head instinctually tilting, still giving him access to his mark. He doesn’t hesitate to continue to continue to bite over it, making her whimper, which quickly cut off into a gasp as his hand pressed against her clothed core, slowly rubbing against her, quickly soaking through her pants, making a grumble go through him, pressing his hips closer, slowly starting to grind against her.

Whimpering, Madelyn forces herself to keep still, enduring the steadying press of his fingers against her core, small trembles going through her body as he rubs against her clit. Her clothes were feeling too confining, too tight, and she wanted nothing more than for both of them to be free of them, to feel skin against skin. Heat beat at her, curled low in her stomach, and in the back of her mind she knew that this was going to start her heat early, that this was going to pull her over the edge of what they’d discussed that was going to be their relationship.

Crowley growled low and his hand slipped into her pants, practically chasing away the last of all rational thought, his fingers quickly slipping through her folds. His mind was a blur of need, all he could think of was how much he needed her, and feeling how ready she already was, just solidified it all in mind.

“Mine.”

His teeth sunk deep into the mark, making her yelp, a shudder going through her, barely aware as blood soaked her clothes. A whimpering whine built in her throat, only growing louder as his fingers left her, hooking into the band of her pants ripping them apart, letting them fall, the cool air against her core making her shiver and press back against him.

Crowley growled against her throat, pressing her firmly against the wall, leaving her nowhere to move as he gave his own pants the same treatment. There was a shake in his hands as he grabbed her hips, his feet forcing her legs apart, slipping himself between them.

Madelyn trembled against him, keeping herself still, her heart hammering in her chest. Heat pulsed through her body, only growing in intensity as his cock nudged against her folds.

“Alpha…”

Her high pitched moan made his teeth sink in further, a strangled groan caught in his throat, thrusting deeply into her in one motion.

Crowley bit the inside of his cheek hard, drawing blood, Madelyn’s teeth grazing over the mark, drawing him out of memory he’d much prefer to forget. He could feel her smiling against him, and he knew she was doing all this on purpose.

“We can make it better this time,” She purred against him, knowing all too well what he’d been thinking about. “I want you too.”

The blood in his mouth was not helping the situation at all, his senses starting to give in to the need of the situation, and as her teeth sunk in just a little harder, he knew he was done for.

As he grabbed her and forced her lips back to his, trapping a moan in her throat, from the need for him and the taste of blood, he had to force down the memories of what had happened. It still hurt him, as it had since he’d realised that he actually did care for her, to think of taking her the way he had, of how much control he did lose. She’d had no choice but to yield to him and whatever he wanted, and he could still remember all too clearly the bite marks and bruises that he’d left scattered across her skin, many of the bites having broken her skin.

Forcing it all away, he just held her to him, the kiss hungry and slowly drawing out their baser instincts. She was everything to him, and he finally reasoned with himself that if this was going to help her, then it was worth it.

Crowley’s hips rocked up into her, making Madelyn moan, responding with her own as she breaks the kiss for just a moment. “That’s it Alpha, I’ve got you.”

He groaned, her lips quickly returning to his, letting it rumble low through his chest. There was no one else either of them wanted, and although it was far from perfect, it was good enough for them.

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drawlfoy · 4 years

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The Wonders of Ohio P.6

masterlist (catch up on parts 1-5 here!!)

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pairing: draco x reader

request: my original idea :))

summary: y/n’s senior year was going to be great, but her British exchange student is a little weird. this is NOT a non-magic AU. draco’s still a wizard in this fsjifkszfjkd

warnings: language, fainting, bad driving, mentions of drinking and drug use

a/n: eeee this is such a fun bit to write. thank you all so much for being there for me. this is definitely one of my favorite fics i’ve written since it gives me so much creative liberty and the fact that i get feedback and readers for it...just warms my heart. if you’re reading this: thank you so, so much for sticking around. i might come around with more oneshots soon. anyways i hope you enjoy the initial descent into the real real plot. also fluff will be coming soon i promise but i wasn’t lying when i said this was slowburn

tags tags tags @gruffle1 @missmulti @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry @ayo-cowbelly @nerd-domland @yesnerdsblog @shizarianathania @evanstanfanatic @strawberriesonsummer @hariosborn @night-ving @icintliviinyiniilsiji @erisdogwood @loveissupernatural

word count: 3.4k

song recs:

a pearl -- mitski

movement -- hozier

revival -- deerhunter

Draco was crying.

Or, at least, someone was. The gasps coming from just a wall away were apparent, but Y/N could hear a voice that didn’t quite sound like Draco--which had to be a trick of the mind, because there could be no one in there but him.

She rapped on the door against her better judgement to be met with a flurry of movement--fabric rustling, and a soft pop that echoed through the air.

“Draco? Are you alright in there?”

Y/N found herself wishing that he wouldn’t open the door. After the Homecoming ask, the last thing she wanted was to see his stupid pretty face again, but she was a good host sister. Emphasis on sister.

To her shock, the door swung open. Just a few inches, just enough for her to see the pile of black shredded paper in the middle of his room and a drained looking Draco glaring back at her.

“Can I help you?” His once pristine white shirt was gray in some places, like he had rubbed ashes on it.

“I just thought--did you burn something?”

“No. What is it?”

She looked at him a bit closer. His eyes didn’t look red rimmed with the dead giveaway of a crying session, but they looked close. The furrow in his brow was from worry instead of his usual sternness and he kept nervously pulling down at his left sleeve.

Draco wasn’t crying, but he was about to.

“I…” There was something deeply unsettling about seeing Draco so uncollected and fidgety--almost like seeing a fish out of water or an American conservative with an adequate understanding of class struggles.The air was charged with something yet again, so much so that Y/N could feel the hair on her arms stand up. She decided to avoid damaging his masculinity any further. “Nothing. It just smelled a little like smoke. I wanted to make sure you weren’t burning a candle or anything. You know how my mom is about that.”

He continued to stare at her.

“Would you like me to leave you alone?”

“Please.”

Well, that was embarrassing thought Y/N as she made her way back down the hall and to her backpack. I get rejected twice in one day. Smooth.

The days following were profoundly more uncomfortable. Breakfasts became uncomfortably akin to the Silent Game and Draco stopped coming out for tea in the evenings. The drives to and from school were decorated only by occasional bits of small talks or grumbles of exams. In short, Y/N knew that she had overstepped a boundary and Draco was pulling back.

School had finally become crazy. Y/N’s life became so entrenched with letters of recommendation and 200 word supplements that the Draco shaped hole in her life was bearable. After all, she was fine before he came, and she was fine now. She’d been silly, allowing herself to fantasize about a kid with some serious trauma and family issues that clearly had personal things that handle before he thought about getting all cozy with someone who was not in the slightest compatible with him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

oOo

If someone turned a glass of whole milk into a human, that person would be Chad. He was the poster child of an “American” boy--tall, warm blonde hair, slightly tanned skin, and cornflower blue eyes.

But his personality? Not so much.

“My beloved husband!” Y/N called out as she saw him speaking to her mother in the foyer while Draco glowered in the corner. She bounded down the stairs in record time, leaping into his arms as her strappy heels swung from her hands. He smelled of cotton and laundry detergent.

“Hey nerd,” he said, swinging her around in a circle before setting her down. “Did you finish the Econ homework? I was hoping I could take a picture before I leave…”

Y/N drew back to smack him on the shoulder. “You disgust me.”

“You abuse me.”

“And I’ll do it again,” said Y/N. She had forgotten how funny he was.

“Oh, you two,” Mrs. Y/L/N cut in, stepping between the two and pressing the boutonnière into Y/N’s hands. “Always bickering like a married couple.”

Lizzy snorted from the top of the stairs where she was struggling to stuff a light jacket into her purse. “Hot take.”

“Hold still,” commanded Y/N, holding the pin and attempting to attach it to his lapel. “I’m literally going to accidentally stab you. Cut it out.”

He made a face down at her. “Do it. You won’t.”

“Oh? I won’t?”

“Y/N,” Mrs. Y/L/N’s exasperated voice warned.

“I’ll refrain, but only because the rug we’re standing on was my Grandmother’s,” Y/N said to him, her voice dripping with sweetness. “Consider yourself lucky that you’re not on the tile.”

“I’ve never been more thankful that my late grandmother-in-law had such impeccable taste.”

“Suck up.”

“Oh, because you’re such a rebel.”

“It’s called motivation!”

“Honey, I want a divor-”

“For Christ’s sake, stop flirting or I’m going to puke,” a cool voice cut in. The group turned to see Sylvia standing in the doorway, clad in a flowing black dress that just barely ghosted over the top of the floor.

“You look radiant, darling,” Mrs. Y/L/N said.

“And we weren’t flirting,” said Y/N.

Sylvia sent her a little wink before walking to sit down on the couch across from Draco, who was currently perched cross legged and looking profoundly uncomfortable.

Sylvia, Lizzy, and their dates all opted to take Lizzy’s car to the city while Chad, Y/N, and Draco took Chad’s. The plan was to drop Draco off at the school with ample time to prepare him for the uniquely traumatic experience that was ASB sanctioned after school events, and to the plan they stuck.

“Yeah, go ahead and treat me like your chauffeur, “ scoffed Chad as Y/N slid into the backseat next to Draco. The sports car was surprisingly narrow with hardly any space between them. If she wanted to, she could easily rest her thigh against his.

“It’s called being polite, dear,” said Y/N, flicking the back of his head before turning to face Draco. “You’re really gonna commit to this? Major props, but, like...you really don’t have to go to this if you don’t want to. You can even stay home. I know how to sneak you back in.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “I’m here for the American experience, right?”

“Hate to break it to you, but there is no uniform American experience. It’s all personalized, and I don’t know if you want yours to be seasoned with 14 year olds T-posing in a circle to...I don’t even know. Chad, what kind of music do they play at those places?”

“Fuck if I know. I don’t go to them either.”

“It’s fine. I told Heather I’d be there.”

“Ooookay, whatever you say,” Y/N said.

They rode in silence for a few more beats. The wind outside was uncharacteristically strong for an early October day, and it looked like a storm was brewing. In their rush to get to the dance on time, they had neglected to take precaution against the wind and ran outside to Chad’s car without a second thought. Draco’s suit, while posh and put together, had clearly bore the brunt of this choice. His tie had become slightly rumpled and his hair mussed, a look that was all types of wrong on him.

“Draco?” she asked. He snapped to attention. “Your tie is all undone. Can I…?” Y/N motioned to his neck.

Wide-eyed and frozen, he met her with, “er...sure.”

Y/N leaned forward, trying to think past how her thighs were just barely touching his. Her corsage (a tasteful red, thank you very much) bumped against his chest, flattening a bit. She wasn’t very familiar with ties--she’d never had to be in her past experiences--but whatever his was made of, it was expensive. The fabric felt silky and impossibly smooth in her hand as she carefully untied it.

Chad took a sharp turn into the school drop off lot, prompting Y/N to nearly topple into Draco’s chest. His arms shot out to steady her and retracted so quickly that she was left wondering if she imagined the whole ordeal.

“So it’s true,” said Chad from the front. “Nerds do have bad upper body strength.”

“Shut up,” she responded. Her cheeks felt unbearably hot as she tried her best to focus on tightening Draco’s tie and ignore the fact that she was close enough to smell his cologne--a soft pine, she observed--and feel the shadow of his breath on her face. His hands were clasped together lap, tight enough to turn the knuckles white.

It was an odd feeling, getting butterflies in her stomach while she was touching a boy that wasn’t her date as Chad careened towards a parking spot and pulled in so violently that Y/N almost went sprawling into Draco again. She looked up at him, getting ready to crack a joke about the absurdity of the situation or the questionable driving; instead, she found herself staring up into his eyes.

His normally pale eyes looked darker than usual--his pupils were insanely dilated--but that was because it was dark in the car. Obviously. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see his chest rising and falling with an urgency that she hadn’t noticed before.

“Do you want me to uh..fix your...your hair, too?” Y/N said, mentally cringing at how she stumbled over the sentence. To be fair, his hair was ruffled and out of place. It wasn’t like she was making an excuse to touch it or anything.

To that, Draco jerked away from her, his back brushing up against the opposite car door. “No. No, it’s ok. I’ll fix it myself.”

Y/N was sure that her face was tomato red.

“Alright buckaroo,” Chad said from the front, his nonchalant demeanor never more appreciated. “Your hot date is here. Get out of my car. We have a busy day of antiquing ahead.”

Any semblance of casualness left Draco’s body as his eyes widened. “Antiquing?”

“Yeah, remember the place I took you to right after you came here?” asked Y/N.

“Er...don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Excuse me?” She sat up straight so quickly that she felt her hair come slightly undone at the nape of her neck. “That’s rich, coming from the kid going to a school dance as a senior.”

“It’s probably not going to even be open. It’ll be late by the time dinner’s over,” he said.

“Since when do you care? Honestly, quit acting weird,” Y/N responded, scootching away from him as he made no effort to get out of the car.

“I’m not--it’s--erm, nevermind, forget about it.” He cleared his throat, straightened his tie, and brushed off his lapels. “Heather must be waiting for me. Goodbye.”

After a little struggle, Draco managed to best the slightly confusing door handle of Chad’s car and was out the door. Y/N slid across the seat and out with him, shutting the door and grabbing the handle for the passenger side.

“Y/N?” Draco’s voice called before she had the chance to fully get in and tell Chad to book it.

“What’s up?”

He took a few steps forward, pausing just a couple feet away from her. His eyes were cast to the rain puddle ridden cement. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid, okay?”

“I should be telling you that, king,” Y/N quipped. “Your first real American dance. If you go to any after parties, make sure to watch your drink. Don’t take any substances from strangers--or, anyone, really--”

“Y/N, he’s not a chick.” Chad, his hands still perched on the steering wheel, turned to peer out at her. “He’ll be fine. I think they have beer in Britain.”

“Well, whatever. Have Heather text me if I need to pick you up anywhere. And don’t get in any cars with someone who’s been drinking!”

“Y/N!”

“Ok, ok, I’m coming.” She slid into the car, turning one last time to say bye. Draco was already gone. “Only if I drive.”

oOo

“So Heather and Draco, huh?”

Y/N scowled at Lizzy as she speared a piece of her salad particularly viciously. “I don’t know if it’s like that. I think he’s just being polite, or whatever. I think British people are just like that.”

“Why are we even talking about that boy?” Chad asked. “He’s got that whole Timothée Chalamet dying Victorian toddler aesthetic if Timothée was blonde and had a perpetual stick up his ass.”

“In a hot way, though,” said Lizzy, her eyebrows wiggling. Jonathan scowled at her side. “Oh, don’t be so jealous. As if I’d ever go for a kid who doesn’t even know what Snapchat is.”

“I don’t understand what Heather sees in him,” Chad continued, his fettuccine plate long forgotten. “He’s got the personality of a wet rag, and she’s so bubbly and...I don’t even know. Do you guys get what I mean?”

“Draco’s got personality,” said Y/N.

“Not like Heather.”

“It’s not his fault he’s reserved. He’s actually really funny.”

“And that’s what I like to call rose-tinted glasses,” Chad said, gently poking her cheek.

“Hey! I’m the one who lives with him.”

“Whatever. Let’s just call for the bill. I’m not hungry anymore.” Chad folded up his napkin, placing it on top of the tablecloth and ignoring Y/N’s protest as he got out his wallet and placed a credit card on the table. “It’s on me, guys. You know how my parents are. They’re just happy that we’re all getting together again instead of holing up in our rooms.”

“Thank god junior year is over,” Sylvia added. “That’s really kind of you. At least let me get the tip?”

As the group bickered over the payment options and flagged down the waiter, Y/N noticed her phone lighting up with a notification.

Heather, 6.48pm: Hey girly! Sorry to bug you on your night but Draco wanted to check in and ask where you guys are/what you’re planning on doing tonight.

“Who’s that?” Chad asked, looking down at the little paragraph in the gray message bubble.

“Just Heather. Draco wants to know what we’re doing. Probably because he’s realizing how sucky dances really are and is about to beg us to come pick him up.”

He snorted. “Yeah. Poor kid.”

Y/N typed out a quick “we just finished dinner and are heading to the antique place now. lmk if i need to pick him up earlier” and tucked her phone away in her purse. As much as she resented it, she couldn’t help but wish that Draco wanted to join them instead.

“Are you guys ready to beat it and hit up that antique place?” Marvin, Sylvia’s date, asked. She rolled her eyes and sent him a lazy smile.

“You sound like a dad.”

“Off like a herd of turtles, baby,” Y/N offered, gathering her things as they made their way out the restaurant door. “Not gonna lie, this place doesn’t show up on Google Maps or anything. I think I know how to get there but none of you guys are allowed to make fun of me if I take too many wrong turns.”

“No promises,” said Chad, winking down at her and giving her shoulder a little squeeze.

As they walked, it became profoundly obvious that Chad and Y/N were the only two who weren’t officially an item. Lizzy and Jonathon were walking hand in hand while Sylvia and Marvin whispered in each others’ ears when they had to wait for crosswalk signals. While she had great chemistry with Chad, nothing ever felt real with him. It always felt like an act.

Perhaps the tension between them was because of that one time they kissed and never talked about it again in freshman year after a particularly nerve wracking competitive math round before she quit--something that she wasn’t exactly going to shout off the rooftops for the masses to hear. Or maybe because he pushed her away right after and said it was a mistake.

Whatever it was, Y/N and Chad were decidedly not romantically involved. She had been shocked when he’d even bothered asking her for the night. Granted, they were always pals and it shouldn’t have been awkward, but drawing the comparisons between her and the other girls was making the evening very uncomfy. Y/N couldn’t help but pray that Chad was going to be the one to break the ice.

“Where the fuck is this place?” he finally said, much to Y/N’s glee. His grace and manners were absolutely unparalleled. “It’s cold and I’m sure it’s going to start raining again.”

“It should be just a few more blocks and then to the right,” she responded. “Sorry. It’s cool as fuck, though. I promise it’s worth it.”

“This is just her ploy to lure us all away from civilization to off us,” Sylvia said, turning around from a few feet in front of them to raise her eyebrows at Y/N. “Eliminate the competition before college apps even begin. I’m impressed, honestly.”

“Now you’ve gone and ruined it all,” she fired back. “Thanks, Vy.”

She was relieved to see that the antique store couldn’t be missed, even if she tried. The sign, a worn and friendly gold, was illuminated by large lights. The words “My Grandfather’s Attic” had never looked more welcoming as Sylvia gripped the door and ushered them inside.

The moment Y/N stepped inside, something felt...different, kind of like the hair-raising feeling she got when she was around Draco. The electricity in the air she felt with him could easily be explained away by the fact that he was, for lack of a better term, the most stunning person she’d ever seen, but perhaps she was slowly getting over him. Perhaps…

She turned to see Chad, his honey blonde hair spilling over his forehead as he focused on a basket of vintage buttons that seemed to glimmer in the light. The furrow in his brow--the same one that she’d been so familiar with after seeing him solve countless math problems--appeared as he examined the basket, turning a red button around in his fingers, soft and and sprinkled with writing calluses.

Maybe it had been Chad all along. Maybe Draco was just a detour.

Before she did anything she regretted, Y/N turned and made her way back into the store. The set up was the same as she remembered--interesting and foreign objects hanging from the walls, ceilings, and congregating in baskets and overflowing shelves. She didn’t even realize that she had migrated over to the opposite side of the room until she felt the solid, cool wood of the black box from her dreams pressed into her hand as she turned it over and traced the strange white sign that was etched into the front.

“Y/N!”

The sound snapped her out of her trance to see...Heather and Draco? He was jogging towards her despite the fact that he was wearing a full suit. Y/N made an absent note to make fun of him later.

“Why are you--”

“Put that down!” He stopped a few paces away, his eyes darting around the store at a frantic pace. “We need to leave.”

“Why? Honestly, if you wanted me to pick you up, all you had to do was…” She had to take a breath to steady herself. Her body felt like it was filled with static. “All you had to do was ask.”

“That’s not...ok, just put it down,” he commanded. “Please. Just put the box down. We need to go home.”

“No! This is my last homecoming. I’m sorry your experience wasn’t great, but I don’t...I don’t, uh, appreciate…” The lightheadedness hit, so suddenly that she almost fell.

“Fuck, are you okay?” Draco was right in front of her in an instant, his eyes scanning her face.

“I feel...” She took a shaky breath. “I feel...starry?”

The last thing she remembered was Draco trying to tug the box out of her grip, his other hand warm on her shoulder.

And then everything went black.

final a/n: so draco got a howler and some wack stuff happened, huh? tell me what you think.

#draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco x y/n #draco x oc #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x oc #draco #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco x you #draco malfoy x you

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dukesleftbreast · 3 years

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💃🏻👑💅🏼Shuna Sassi General Headcanons💅🏼👑💃🏻

First up is my queen Shuna ❤️ This got very long, sorry if it takes up your dash 😭 If anything contradicts with canon law then lemme know and I’ll edit it. Other than that, enjoy 😚

Disclaimer: All headcanons, views and opinions below are my own. I don’t claim to own the rights to any material written by Clive Barker, and do not claim to speak for Clive Barker. Cabal/Nightbreed © Clive Barker

⚠️ Warning: NSFW at some points, mention of alcohol and drug addiction, mention of child loss and depression ⚠️

✨ Sis really took her second name and made it her whole personality 💁🏻‍♀️ she’s always ready to verbally throw down and clown you.

✨ Very comfortable in her sexuality and a very proud sex worker. She supports anyone who chooses to take this career path and very much acts like the mother hen.

✨ Her relationship with Peloquin is polyamorous, both ways; they both seek out sexual relationships with other people. It’s also the first of its kind in her life; she’s never been in a serious relationship with a man before Peloquin, but she has been in serious, long lasting relationships with women (natural/human) and (nightbreed) that ended either with their passing (natural/human) or by mutual agreement (nightbreed).

✨ She’s very intuitive and has a good read on the people around her, which is why her romantic relationships with natural/human women last until their death.

✨ Her relationship with Peloquin is more than sexual. She allows him to be emotional and to talk about his feelings. They have a mature, mutual understanding and know and are able to predict each other’s thoughts and feelings very well. She very easily sets healthy boundaries and refuses to act as a pseudo-therapist, though.

✨ Her love languages are words of affirmation and physical attention.

✨ If she were human in modern times she would either be a nail/beauty technician or fashion designer. Either way, she would end up working with A-List celebrities and having a very long and fulfilling career, most likely retiring at a young age.

✨ She can play the violin fairly well for someone who is self-taught and often plays for Babette 🥺

✨ People would think her Starbucks coffee order would be really long and complicated, but she pegs me as someone who would straight up drink black coffee 🤢

✨ Talking about pegging, she’s definitely pegged Peloquin #girlboss

✨ She loves it when people come to her for advice, like I said she’s a natural mother hen. As someone who’s lost a child, it makes her very emotional that she is able to feel a connection to her child by being a mother figure to other people.

✨ Babette definitely sees her as a second mother 🥺 and Rachel greatly appreciates that Shuna helped raise Babette after her father passed. Shuna really said ‘joint custody of the child right now, please ☺️’

✨ I think Shuna is one of the few of the Nightbreed who doesn’t really hold any animosity towards naturals/humans as a larger whole; she just hates humans who are so closed minded to think they’re the only race in the universe with higher intelligence.

✨ Her favourite colours are teal and pink. She does not stand for humans making pink a ‘hyper feminine’ colour and loves it despite its stereotype.

✨ It’s actually very painful for her to shoot out the spines on her body; she really only does it as a last ditch defence mechanism. Because the spines are on certain parts of her body, different things happen when she shoots them out. If she shoots them from the head, they lead to a terrible migraine that lasts a couple days, from her back leads to horrendous back pain and even a slipped disc when shot hard enough from her lower back, her shoulder can dislocate at times when shot from her shoulder or arms, and her hands can cramp up if shot from the elbow down.

✨ I think it’s canon that she has clairvoyance or dreams of future events, but sometimes the people around her, especially Lylesberg, would often take advantage of her for it. Before Boone showed up, Lylesberg would constantly nag her for any updates on this ~foretold destruction of Midian~. Being the queen she is, she obviously put a stop to it straight away.

✨ Her favourite era for music is the 60’s and 70’s and her favourite era for fashion is the 90’s and early 2000’s.

✨ She’s an excellent seamstress. She makes her own clothes from any fabric she can find and often fixes other people clothes. It gets annoying how many times Peloquin, Lude and Leroy come to her to fix their clothes though, and she’s threatened to start charging them if they don’t start being careful.

✨ She has an elite sense of humour. People come for her jokes and stay for her beautiful smile 🥰

✨ Her and Lori have hooked up multiple times. Lori stopped coming to her though after Boone had a tantrum because it made him feel inferior 🙄

✨ This is kind of a sad one, but I don’t think Shuna can have kids anymore; or at least for now. Like physically there’s nothing wrong, she could if she wanted to; but I don’t think mentally she can, and so that projects physically too. She’s tried and tried, but that thought that she feels like she’s replacing her first child is too painful for her so her body just won’t allow her to produce another baby 😢

✨ The loss of her first child and the fact that she can’t have another is a major factor in why she suffers from depression. I don’t think she has an addictive personality, but she has in the past, fallen into addictive tendencies like alcoholism and drug abuse to cope with it. One of the biggest symptoms of her depression is apathy, so she uses alcohol and drugs to feel something. The Nightbreed are her family so they immediately intervened and keep a constant watch on her.

✨ But she’s not fragile and she’s very mature about it. She’s not afraid to seek and ask for help if she feels like she may fall back onto these unhealthy coping mechanisms. Peloquin is always there for her, and the best thing that he does for her in these moments is to refuse to have sex with her; he doesn’t allow her to ignore her emotions by relieving it with sex, instead he sits her down and they talk for as long as she needs to; he basically does for her what she’d do for him. Rachel also comes over and sits with her. They often sit in silence and sew/knit something together to keep her mind occupied.

✨ Ok back to happy stuff 🥲

✨ I don’t think people talk about Shuna and Kinski’s friendship enough 😭 like I personally believe that they have a sister/brother bond that’s very strong. They share the same sense of humour, and Shuna is able to feel like a silly little child around him, and vice versa. They’re relationship is just like... ☺️🖕🏻 🖕🏻☺️. Like all they have to do is stare at each other and they’d burst out laughing.

✨ Kinski is very supportive of everything Shuna does, as long as it doesn’t hurt herself or anyone around her. You best believe that if someone shamed her for being a sex worker and calls her a sl_t or wh0re then he’s ready to throw hands. Babette loves to have play dates with Mama Shuna and Uncle Kinski 🥺

✨ Shuna and Lude have an Aries Alliance. People wouldn’t expect someone as mature as Shuna to encourage Lude but she does and it’s so chaotic 😭 she doesn’t exactly help him in his fiascos but she definitely turns the other cheek and doesn’t stop him

#did yall like my lil disclaimer at the beginning? 😏#very professional if I do say so myself #giving very much 2010 fanfiction.org vibes #also this isn’t even half as long as what I have in my notes #I have so much more for Shuna 😭#I’m probably gonna do Kinski next #and then Peloquin :3 #nightbreed #clive barker #cabal #my post #headcanon #headcanons

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All Just A Game

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Summary:

Party games can be a risky and dangerous venture, especially with Class A behind them. Everyone knows their secrets aren’t safe and yet they play anyway, it’s the allure that comes with Mina’s excitement that keeps everyone coming back for yet another round every time. All anyone can do is just hope for the best.

Big thanks to @we-stanjirou (@sapphicflower on AO3) she helped me with this a whole bunch and helped me choose this WIP to finish last night! She also writes on AO3 so you should totally check out her works!

“Can you believe we are getting a full week off! I mean I know it's so they can remodel the main building, but still it's exciting!” Uraraka had taken the news in stride, teeming with sheer enthusiasm at the idea.

“Yeah, I guess. I’m surprised they’re having us stay in the dorms, although I suppose it makes sense since we are still technically in the middle of term.” Izuku wasn’t quite as excited, missing out on a week of class sounded like it would put them dangerously behind.

“Oh, come on Deku! Lighten up, I heard Mina planning a party for us the first night of our break! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Uraraka you could make a villain attack sound fun. But, I will say that having a small party might bring us closer together as a class which I would like.”

“Right! Yeah a… small party, that definitely sounds like Mina.” Izuku rolled his eyes at her sarcasm, but still went along with it. He could admit a party would alleviate some stress.

“Just as long as her ‘small party’ doesn’t get busted by Mr. Aizawa I think we’ll be ok.” The pair laughed even though the statement was true.

“Plus we still have another week of classes until they start renovating so maybe you girls can convince him it's a good idea, he seems to take better to you girls rather than the rest of us…” Uraraka crossed her arms and raised a brow.

“Oh and I wonder why Mr. ‘I have 206 bones and I’m determined to break every single one of them’ or better yet why don’t we ask your little friend explody boy over there, I’m sure together you can figure out why Aizawa likes us more.”

Neither could contain their giggles at her comment, once Izuku finally caught his breath he was able to respond.

“Hey! Haha that’s not fair! It’s not on purpose! Although explody boy is kind of fitting.” More laughter followed, eventually they were holding onto each other for support, trying not to wheeze.

Once the pair had calmed down enough Uraraka was able to give a serious response to Izuku’s suggestion.

“I think if we can get Momo to agree with us we’ll be good to go, and I really think she would be on board!”

“I mean if you get Jirou to ask her I’m sure she would say yes…” Izuku responded with an eyebrow raise.

“Oh you’re one to talk, I bet I could get you to do anything if I asked a certain someone to tell you, although he probably wouldn’t actually listen to me if I’m honest.” Uraraka met Izuku with a skeptical look, daring him to contradict her.

“I- I have no idea what you’re talking about! That’s not true!” Izuku’s face was red and he was waving his arms around, only making Uraraka gain a smug smile.

“You’re all freaked out and I didn’t even mention anyone’s name, seems pretty whipped to me.” With a shrug she walked away, purposely leaving Izuku to scramble.

The next day at lunch Momo gathered the attention of all of Class A, she was happy to announce that Aizawa had given the O.K. for their get together, with a few rules of course. There was to be no alcohol or drugs (cough Sero) and the music was not to be loud enough to wake nearby classes.

Having the official seal of approval only made the class more excited, even Iida seemed a little looser than usual, everyone was antsy as the week went on just waiting for their time to relax and have fun.

Surprisingly Izuku was the least excited for their week in the dorms, even less so that Katsuki. He was getting nervous as to what a party hosted by Mina could entail, his biggest worry being party games.

Izuku never really had a reason to play party games, meaning he never got desensitized to the prying nature of truth or dare, the exposing nature of never have I ever, or the intimate nature of spin the bottle. It was an understatement to say he wasn’t prepared.

Bringing this up with Uraraka two days before the party only managed to make him more nervous.

“WHAT?!? You have never played any party games? Not a single one?”

“Not really no, I never had a reason to! Just tell me what they’re like, please?”

“Oh my gosh you poor poor child, let me get some back up, we're gonna need it.” Uraraka quickly pat Izuku’s shoulder and walked off, seemingly to grab someone else.

Izuku stood confused until he saw Uraraka coming back with Mina in tow.

“Tell her the tragedy you just told me.” Uraraka nudged Mina forward slightly, putting her more in Izuku’s line of sight.

“Uraraka! The fact that I haven’t played any party games is not a tragedy!”

“YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED ANY PARTY GAMES?!”

“Oh thanks Mina, I don’t quite think Monoma from Class B heard you!”

“Sorry! Sorry! I was just shocked is all!”

Izuku shook his head slightly, “Don’t worry about it, I haven’t really been keeping it a secret, but apparently it's embarrassing.”

“Mido no! It’s not embarrassing! Listen I really was just surprised, how about this, do you want me to walk through the general basis of the games with you?”

Izuku’s eyes brightened at the suggestion, “That would actually be great!”

“Alright, I’m going to start with never have I ever, basically everyone holds up ten fingers and then we go around the circle saying things we haven’t done and if you have done them you put a finger down, make sense?”

“Yeah! What kind of things do people say?”

“Well, it can be anything really. Some of them are really tame like ‘never have I ever broken a bone’ or ‘never have I ever dressed up for someone else’ or they can get more personal like ‘never have I ever kissed a guy’ or ‘ never have I ever made out with someone in public’ I know that when us girls play sometimes we get into dirty little secrets like turn ons, but I doubt it will go that far tomorrow.” With the end of her remark she winked, getting an even blush out of Izuku.

“Alright I think I got the point, how about truth or dare?”

“Alright truth or dare is exactly what it sounds like. Basically we go around the circle, first by spinning a bottle to see who goes first. Whoever the bottle points to gets asked if they want a truth or a dare. Once they choose anyone can come up with a truth or dare and either whoever says theirs first or has the best is the one we go with. I have to add the bit about having the best one because Kami can be a little dumb sometimes and can waste a perfectly good turn.”

The trio stopped to laugh for a moment, all of them knowing well enough how Kaminari could be.

“Alright I have a question about truth or dare, what if you don't want to do it? Like let's say the dare is to wake up Aizawa and you would rather live another day?”

“OH! Right, we have these forfeits, everyone gets two of them. Basically if you don’t want to answer a truth or carry out a dare you use a forfeit and whatever the alternative is you HAVE to do it no matter what. We have let people do the original one if they want but it still counts as them using a forfeit.”

“Alright seems easy enough, what was the last one?”

“The last one is spin the bottle. Everyone sits in the circle and one person randomly spins their empty drink, whoever it points to starts the game off. They spin the bottle however hard they want and whoever the bottle points to they have to kiss, then whoever they just kissed spins the bottle and it goes on until two people have to kiss for the third time. If it lands on two people more than once the kiss intensifies, the first time is a peck, the second time is ten seconds with tongue, and the third time, to end the game, is a full blown make out sesh!” Mina seemed really excited at the prospect.

“Oh wow, not what I was expecting, are there any more rules?” Izuku looked a little nervous at the prospect of kissing his classmates.

“Only if you’re the one to end the game! Basically whoever spins making you two kiss for the third time has to get in their lap. And! Our unspoken rule is that no one gets weird about it after the game is over!”

Her comment calmed Izuku down marginally, it was still nerve racking.

“Alright, are those the only ones?” Izuku was quick to change the topic, not wanting to be questioned.

“There are more but I think we’ll just stick to those three, the party is only so long after all.”

After they finished talking about games, their conversation drifted into the finer details of the party, Jirou was providing music, Momo was in charge of food, the Bakusquad was assigned to snacks and the Dekusquad was given desserts. Everyone else had the odds and ends, like cups and plates.

Once everyone was clear on what they were doing everyone headed to their respective rooms for the night, they all wanted a good night sleep so they could stay up late the next night.

The next morning came quickly and led everyone to finish their assigned jobs, the common room quickly filled with party supplies, orders for food were placed, and the fridge was filled.

Nine o’clock came around much quicker than everyone expected, everyone was busy making sure everything, including themselves looked perfect. Uraraka brought it upon herself to make sure Izuku looked presentable and so she styled him with ripped black skinny jeans and a tight fitted red top.

Everyone filled in once they heard Jirou’s music start, getting ready to break out everything they had collected throughout the day, quickly getting comfortable. An hour passed and Mina was ready to start the games.

“Alright everyone! We’re going to play never have I ever, everyone sit in a circle on the floor, I didn’t move tables around for nothing!”

A majority of the class created a circle, Mina sat down first, to her left sat Jirou, Todoroki, Shinsou, Izuku and Iida. Directly in front of Mina sat Asui and Uraraka with Momo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Katsuki, and Sero to her left between them and Mina.

“Alright, remember be honest, or else it's not fun! Who wants to go first?” Mina was practically buzzing, she had been waiting for a full class party for a long time.

“Oh I can start!” Uraraka was the first to respond, nearly as excited as Mina.

“Never have I ever, stolen something by accident and then returned it.”

“Uraraka! It was one time!”

“Well then you better put a finger down mr ‘I’ll just use endeavours credit card’ cause you’ve done it!” Uraraka was quick to retort, obviously trying to make Todoroki lose first.

“Well I guess that means I’m next huh? Never have I ever skipped class!” Of course Momo would make hers about school, nearly everyone in the circle put down one of their fingers, save for Iida.

“That is very irresponsible of hero course students! You must never skip class again!” Iida’s familiar arm chopping began and everyone merely tucked it away with the rest of his reminders.

“Hell yeah man I’m next! Alright…. Wow this is harder than I thought.” Kirishima looked around the room and his eyes lit up as they landed on Sero. “I got it! Never have I ever sent nudes!”

“Dude! Really?!” Sero quickly exclaimed, distracting everyone from Asui and Uraraka who had also put their fingers down.

As the rest of the circle freaked out over the new information Kaminari leaned over to Katsuki and asked what he should say.

“Like I fucking care Pikachu, just say something.”

“Wow always with the great help Bakubro, now I’m all set for my turn.” Kaminari rolled his eyes to punctuate his sarcasm and realised the conversation around Sero was starting to die down.

“Alright alright, now that everyone has gotten over Sero being a man whore it's my turn! Never have I ever…” He trailed off and glanced back at Katsuki, “Kicked my crush’s ass!”

Katsuki grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like ‘I’m going to kill shitty hair’ and put a finger down, across the circle Izuku looked away and did the same.

The entire circle was momentarily shocked, mainly at the fact that Katsuki had a crush in the first place, willingly told someone, and didn’t explode when they shared it with the group. A few mouths opened and prepared to talk, Katsuki quickly cut them off.

“If any of you shitty extras bring this up again I will NOT hesitate to kick some more ass, got it?”

No one dared to say anything, knowing that although most of the time he was all bark and no bite, this time he seemed serious.

“Bro… it’s your turn.” Kirishima was the only brave soul willing to speak up.

“Tch fine. Never have I ever gotten all stupid because my crush talked to me.” Katsuki shot a pointed look at Kaminari who simply turned red and put a finger down, he figured he deserved it for that last one.

The rest of the self proclaimed bakusquad snickered at Kaminari’s reaction, remembering very clearly the first time Shinsou was officially in Class A and their friend’s inability to function after he was directly addressed for the first time.

After he finished laughing at Kaminari, Sero took his turn.

“Never have I ever gotten a girlfriend because of an awesome prank played on you by your best friends.” Sero met Kirishima with a raised eyebrow and motioned towards the red head’s hands with his head.

“Oh shut up! First of all it wasn’t an awesome prank! All you and Kami did was steal my phone and change her ringtone so when I ‘lost’ it and she conveniently helped me find it by calling I would be embarrassed! Second of all, at least I got with her! Unlike some people in the squad!” After Kirishima finished he pointedly looked at Kaminari and Katsuki, clearly pointing out their obvious lack of significant others.

“Hey! Yell at Sero, don’t call me and Bakubro out!”

“I regret ever telling any of you idiots anything and you’re still on my shit list for telling Pikachu and Tape Face in the first place shitty hair!”

“I have heard this argument at least a thousand times and since no one will spill the secret about Bakubro I’m cutting you all off and taking my turn!” Mina finally spoke up, the only person fully aware of the possibilities of the conversation.

“Everyone has been a bit personal, I think it’s time we start learning things about each other! Never have I ever… OH! Been turned on by pain and, or getting hurt!” The look in her eyes would have scared even the most brave heroes, a few people looked down and even fewer chanced a glance around the circle. Everyone’s attention was suddenly captured by a screech.

“OH MY GOD DEKU NO!!” Uraraka seemed to be brave enough to look around at her friends and was unfortunate enough to notice Izuku putting yet another finger down.

The only one in the group who seemed unfazed was Shinsou, Izuku had his arms covering his red face while everyone else had some combination of horror or curiosity. Mina was the first to break the silence.

“Oh see, now this is interesting! Come on Midoriya, tell your story!” Izuku finally lowered his arms, still red as ever, and looked at Mina.

“Nope! Absolutely not! There are two people who know about it and one of them doesn’t actually know, they just happened to be there.”

Mina wasn’t satisfied, she was hoping something like this would happen. “Come on Midoriya, at least tell us who knows!”

“Fine! I will say that I told Shinsou after the fact because I was stressed! I will also say that he did not help! At all!”

“Hey the only thing I said was that you should just tell-” Shinsou was quickly cut off by Izuku throwing himself over him with a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence! The only thing that would come out of it is that we would both end up dead! I don’t want to die a murderer, Shinsou!” The rest of the group couldn’t help but watch, they had never seen Izuku act that way.

Mina still wouldn’t let up, she seemed determined. “Wait, you said two people know, who is the other?”

After making sure Shinsou wasn’t going to say anything else Izuku let him go and righted himself. “The only other person who would have any, even slim shred of an idea would be the uh… person who um was there.” Izuku quickly looked down, hoping the vague statement would placate them.

“What do you mean was there?”

“Mina, are you seriously going to make me say it?!” Izuku had no luck in trying to get out of further embarrassment.

“I just don’t know what you mean! I would like to understand thank you very much! Was there, like, someone watching?”

“Ugh, fine. No, the other person wasn’t watching. The other person as in… the person who you know? Inflicted the so-called pain?”

At this, Mina finally seemed happy, she didn’t press on Izuku any longer. She did, however, scan the group, looking for another victi- player to tease.

“Oh did Bakubro lose a finger?” She paired her statement with a wink hoping for another good result.

“What the fuck is it to you?”

“So he did! Come on Midoriya told us some now you do too!”

Katsuki crossed his arms and smirked, he radiated pure confidence that Izuku wished he had moments ago.

“Lets just say I never knew getting my ass handed to me would be so hot.” For a moment Katsuki seemed to be in genuine thought, then he continued. “Well thinking about it, it was definitely more the person, according to shitty hair the last time I was drunk I wouldn’t stop talking about them.”

“It’s true, I never wanted to hear about-”

The sound of explosions drowned out Kirishima’s voice.

“Finish that and you’re dead.” Kirishima took Katsuki’s words at face value and raised his hands in surrender, that was not one fight he wanted to have.

“Wow what has gotten into Bakugou tonight? First he allows a pass for Kaminari calling out his crush and then he lets Kirishima get away with almost spilling his secrets.”

“Oh shut up icy hot, first of all crush sounds stupid so I don’t get them, I just happen to hate one person significantly less than the rest of you, second off all it would be much more fun to beat their asses when they aren’t expecting it.”

“WAIT WAIT SHUSH sorry Todoroki but I just registered what Bakubro said. YOU LIKE SOMEONE IN OUR CLASS?!” Mina seemed to have a special flare for the dramatic and tonight was no exception.

“When the hell did I say that?” Katsuki kept his confident demeanour, giving off an air of ‘I know something that you don’t’ and Mina seemed over it.

“Just now! You said you hate someone less than the rest of us, implying that this person is a part of the ‘us’ either of Class A or maybe even players of this game!”

“That’s my girlfriend everyone! Smart enough to figure all of that out because of one word Bakubro said! And I can confirm that she happens to be right, even though I am now slowly starting to truly fear for my life!”

As soon as Kirishima confirmed parts of Mina’s deductions Katuski’s confident smirk turned into a murderous glare. The glare alone was enough to intimidate anyone in the room who was thinking about adding in their two cents.

“Wait wait! Are you confirming that they are in our class or in this group?” Uraraka seemed to have a special interest in the answer.

“You see, I would answer that BUT he’s really scaring me and I don’t want to die tonight.” As Kirishima answered everyone glanced at Katsuki and completely understood his fear.

“Allllllrright I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that this won’t end anytime soon so I’m going to take my turn.” Jirou interrupted everyone’s fear with a fair point.

“Ok never have I ever wanted to kiss a guy.” As Jirou took her turn she couldn’t help but laugh, she knew nearly everyone would have to put a finger down.

Absolutely no one was surprised when only Momo, Jirou, and Iida did not put a finger down. It was common knowledge that a majority of Class A was somehow a part of the LGBTQ community, so much so that they were more surprised to see straight couples while walking around U.A.

Now that the game had been jump started , Todoroki was ready to take his turn.

With a pointed look at Uraraka he started to speak, “Never have I ever been more excited about mochi than seeing my significant other.”

Uraraka sputtered, “It was one time and I didn’t even know Tsu was there!”

“Well you still have to put a finger down, this is what you get for telling everyone about the store!”

“Ugh fine!”

Everyone in the circle looked between the two of them, trying to figure out what was happening, Shinsou decided to move on and take his turn, he glanced around looking for some kind of idea, when his eyes once again found Izuku he was ready.

“Never have I ever had a crush on someone for longer than a year.”

“Shinsou! Need I remind you that you have been in Class A for a year and a half!”

“Oh I will gladly put a finger down, it’s just so funny to see you freak out about me talking about your crush. Plus I don’t think you have any room to talk, if anything you should be putting a few fingers down!”

Izuku gasped and shot Shinsou, a very pointed look. “Seriously! You just had to go and say that!”

“Wait Midoriya what is he talking about you putting multiple fingers down, how long have you had a crush?” Mina was not afraid to ask any question she had.

Izuku’s eyes widened comically, he obviously did not want to answer her question.

“Um over a year?”

“Well duh, that was the never have I ever, but Shinsou made it seem like a lot longer, soooooo how long?”

“Umm not very?”

“Was that a question or an answer?” Mina’s eyebrow went up as she waited for Izuku to respond.

“I am not going to answer that!”

“Why not?!” Mina seemed disappointed in Izuku’s resolve and was determined to get some kind of information.

“Because then it might be kinda obvious!”

“Well yeah that’s kinda the point! You make it obvious, they realise that you’re cute, and then you start dating!”

“Yeah no I don’t really think that's going to happen, and who ever said it was someone that could hear me?!”

“Well since you have been so weird about talking about it I just assumed they could hear you and if you gave too much away they would be able to tell, duh.”

“Oi Pinky! Where the hell was this when you were supposed to be studying last week?! You managed to figure all this shit out but you can’t remember two fucking formulas?!” Katsuki quickly captured everyone’s attention, giving Izuku a moment to breathe.

As Mina tried to come up with excuses Izuku shot Katsuki a grateful look that he returned with an eyebrow raise and a shrug. Shinsou, witnessing their small exchange, immediately elbowed Izuku’s side as soon as Katsuki looked away.

“What, do you need something?” Izuku asked sincerely.

“Yeah I need to know what the hell that was between you and Bakugou!” Shinsou whispered back, in an effort to keep attention away from them.

“Nothing! I just wanted to show him I was thankful he took the attention off of me!” Izuku whispered back, knowing that Iida and Todoroki wouldn’t pay any mind if they did hear something.

“Dude you two are gross you need to just go for it already.”

“Oh you’re one to talk, why don’t you just make your move one Kami already? At least things between you two aren’t complicated!”

“This isn’t about me Midoriya, this is about you and how much you simp for Bakugou, it’s gross.”

“I do not! Plus I think I might be getting over him!”

“Oh yeah right, just last week you were in a gay panic because he shared his water with you after you had sparred for an hour.”

Izuku simply glared in response, not having anything to come back with. Shinsou gave him an ‘I told you so look’ and then turned his attention back to the circle.

The rest of the players were slowly starting to calm down as Katsuki layed off Mina's studying habits.

“Midoriya it’s your turn.” Shinsou loudly announced.

“Oh right! Um never have I ever… stayed up late for someone.”

Everyone was slightly surprised at the question, about half of the circle put a finger down, including Shinsou, he was quick to call out Izuku.

“Wait haven’t you done this Midoriya?”

“Nope!” Izuku popped the ‘p’ and put on a smug smile.

“I’m pretty sure I remember you telling me about being tired one day.” Shinsou seemed suspicious.

“I got up early for someone, not stayed up late!”

“Oh right! I forgot that ~they~ don’t-”

“Shush! Don’t say another word, let’s move on! Iida your turn!”

“Midoriya! It is not polite to shush classmates!”

“Yeah rude!” Shinsou was quick to agree, in hopes of being able to finish his sentence.

“Well what you were about to say was rude and I wanted to prevent my friend from being called rude! Sue me! Now if we are over that, Iida go ahead.”

Shinsou looked disappointed at his missed opportunity but moved on anyway.

“Alright fine, never have I ever been put on house arrest.” Katsuki and Izuku both rolled their eyes at his statement, they were of course the first to have been through house arrest.

No one wanted to feel the wrath of both Izuku and Katsuki so they moved on quickly, allowing Asui to take her turn.

“Never have I ever been tied up in Aizawa’s capture ropes, kero.” Again everyone knew Katsuki and Izuku had definitely been captured before, this time though, a few more people put a finger down as well.

The game continued on, eventually Katsuki and Izuku were out at the same time, quickly followed by the rest of the circle quickly after, save for Iida, he seemed to be the ‘winner’ although the class would disagree.

Once they disbanded everyone split off, some getting snacks or drinks, while others danced, and some even played a few rounds of Uno.

Around midnight people slowly started heading off to bed, Mina on the other hand was quick to announce another game was about to begin.

“Alright! We already played never have I ever now it's time for spin the bottle!”

The original group, save for Iida, sat down just as they had before, Katsuki was the only one with an empty bottle so he put it down in the center.

“Alright! Standard rules apply, Bakubro spin to see who goes first!”

With a small eye roll Katsuki did as he was told, the bottleneck landed towards Jirou, signaling that she was the first to spin to kiss someone.

Jirou spun the bottle with confidence, knowing well enough that her classmates were not the type to make a big deal about a game. Her spin directed her towards Momo, with faint blushes on each of their cheeks the two shared a quick peck and the game moved on.

It was Momo’s turn, she had to give a quick kiss to Todoroki, neither were phased and Todoroki took his turn. It went from Todoroki to Sero, Sero to Kaminari, and then Kaminari to Shinsou. As the bottle pointed to Shinsou, Izuku got minutely excited and he saw the blush creeping up the necks of both Kaminari and Shinsou.

Everyone was making small comments as the game went on, joking about being happy Mineta was expelled long before this game and things of the like.

After Shinsou and Kaminari shared their, admittedly underwhelming, kiss, Shinsou spun and it landed on Izuku. The pair shared a small peck and as they pulled back they both had a small grimace on their face.

“Midoriya, no offence but I hope I never have to kiss you again.” The circle laughed.

“Absolutely none taken, I feel the exact same way. Not to mention I’m pretty sure you had some residual static electricity on you.” As he finished speaking Izuku ran his fingers through his hair, showing that it had started to stick up. Kaminari and Shinsou quickly turned red again at the mention of actual ~electricity~ between them.

Izuku nervously spun the bottle before anyone could mention it, he looked away as it slowed down. When he could no longer hear the spinning he looked up to see every pair of eyes on him, the bottle was pointing to Katsuki. Everyone was on the edge of their seat for a different reason.

Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero were waiting to see how Katsuki would react to the prospect of kissing his crush, Mina, Jirou, and Momo were ready to break up a fight if they needed to, and Todoroki, Shinsou, Asui, and Uraraka were curious to see how red Izuku would get.

No one had to wait long, soon enough Katsuki spoke up.

“I’m not crawling nerd, you can come over here.” Katsuki displayed utmost confidence, but to those who knew him well enough they could see the slight uncertainty in his movements and the bit of red peeking out from under his collar.

These small signs gave Izuku enough confidence to cross the circle and plant a small and quick peck on Katsuki’s mouth. As he pulled away both boys were more red than they had started, but no one was stupid enough to comment on it.

Katsuki took his turn and to everyone’s surprise it landed on Izuku once again.

“Ohh our first double of the night! Alright you know what to do, ten seconds, with tongue!” Mina seemed more excited than anyone else in the circle. Izuku looked somewhere between excited and anxious, meaning no one else could really place the look on his face. Both Katsuki and Izuku were red, but neither wanted to put off their kiss any longer.

Izuku was once again the one to move towards Katsuki, but he was met halfway with a gentle hand on his cheek. The two followed Mina’s instructions to a T, even if it was a bit longer than ten seconds. They did not meet each other’s eye as they pulled back, electing to avoid eye contact with everyone.

“That was a bit long wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Shin, that was the exact amount of time we were supposed to kiss, you know for the game.” Izuku quickly whispered back, hoping to avoid the inevitable teasing from Shinsou.

To further avoid the topic Izuku spun the bottle once again, this time it landed on Uraraka.

“Wow am I glad we decided to never do this cause, no offence Mido but, Tsu is a much better kisser.”

Before Izuku could respond everyone heard a small scoff, eventually realising it must have come from Katsuki.

As they looked over Katsuki’s face was impassive as ever, as if they had no reason to pay attention to him, Izuku quickly collected himself and responded to Uraraka.

“Well it’s a good thing you don’t kiss me on a daily basis for everyone to see, huh?” Izuku teased, the pair were, reluctantly, known for being caught multiple times by a multitude of people.

“Oh ha ha, as if you would be any better. I’m sure you would want to show everyone what's yours, oh no wait, that’s them not you isn’t it?” Uraraka was quick to tease back, she shared just enough information to fluster Izuku without revealing who she was talking about.

“I have no idea what you could be talking about! Anyways it's your turn!” Izuku said, much too quickly to be casual.

Uraraka simply giggled and spun the bottle, this time it landed on Asui, the couple gave each other a chaste kiss and allowed the game to move forward.

Asui had to kiss Kirishima, which Mina watched with a jokingly close eye. Directly after, Kirishima and Mina shared a kiss, much to both of their delight. From Mina it quickly went to Momo and then to Jirou, which led to the second double of the night. Both girls pulled away blushing, secretly hoping for a third chance.

Jirou spun quickly and shared a small kiss with Kaminari, noting that she had no problems with electricity coupled with a suggestive eyebrow raise. Kaminari blushed and spun the bottle hoping for his embarrassment to pass, he had no luck with the bottle pointing directly at Shinsou once again, only causing his blush to intensify. The two shared a more passionate kiss, everyone noticed the slight raise to Shinsou’s hair but chose not to mention it for the sake of the pair.

Shinsou spun and kissed Todoroki, Todoroki kissed Jirou, and for the third time that night, Jirou had to kiss Momo. Mina’s excitement at the game ending kiss was nearly unmatchable.

“Oh yay!! Alright you two know the rules! Jirou you have to sit in her lap!”

As the two girls kissed the rest of the circle separated, assuming they would not be finished for a while, they were right. By the time everyone made their way back toward where the games were played the two girls were gone, most likely in one of their rooms.

More and more people left for bed, around 2 A.M. there were only ten people left: Mina, Todoroki, Shinsou, Izuku, Asi, Uraraka, Kirishima, Kaminari, Katsuki, and Sero.

“Alright! Time for the last game of the night! Truth or dare.” Mina was as excited as ever, which no one else understood. Everyone was still having fun but none of them had any of the energy she still possessed.

Everyone sat in the same circle that they had all night, they had become unofficial assigned seats, only coming closer to compensate for the missing people.

“Alright we're spinning to see who goes first, who has an empty bottle?” Mina wasted no time in getting the game started.

Uraraka was the only one to move, she set down her bottle in the center of the circle and gave it a good spin, All the eyes in the room trailed the neck as it spun and stopped at Izuku, Mina was quick to ask the fated question.

“Um dare?”

“Oh this will be fun!” Mina was excited the first choice of the game was a dare and prompted everyone to start thinking.

“Oh I know! Use your cheesiest pick up line!” Although Mina wanted others to participate she could not let her chance go.

“On Bakubro!” Kaminari’s suggestion earned him a swift and hard elbow to the side; he was unlucky enough to be sitting directly next to Katsuki. Everyone in the group quickly agreed with the full dare, to the chagrin of both Izuku and Katsuki.

Izuku didn’t want to disappoint so he took a moment to think of a pick up line and then he began his dare. With a small sigh and then a deep breath to steady himself he started to act as if he lost something. Izuku patted the floor around him, moved things around and even seemed to become slightly frustrated that he could not find whatever it was he was looking for.

“Ugh I can’t believe I lost it! This is so annoying! Hey Kacchan? I‘ve seemed to have lost my number, do you think I could have yours?” Izuku punctuated his last remark with a wink and immediately covered his face with his hands.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry that was the cheesiest one I could think of!” Izuku amended while laughing at himself. The group quickly joined in only furthering his embarrassment.

Katsuki on the other hand was sitting with wide eyes and a dry mouth, he was not prepared to have Izuku’s dreamy look and a wink pointed at him without any warning. Sero quickly tapped his shoulder to try and bring him out of his trance as Kaminari whispered to him.

“Dude you’re being obvious, and that’s coming from me.”

This successfully brought him back to reality with a slight blush on his face, Katsuki quietly cleared his throat and pushed his two friends away from him. Most of the room was waiting expectantly for Katsuki’s response

In hopes of no one noticing his blush, Katsuki simply kissed his teeth and looked away, failing miserably, since most of the group knew how the two felt about each other.

Izuku was the next to speak up, obviously in hopes of everyone moving on from his dare, “Alright Tsu, truth or dare?”

“Truth kero.”

Everyone seemed to think for a moment, Asui wasn’t typically known to hide things from everyone.

“Oh wait I know! When did you start having a crush on Uraraka? You never told us!” Izuku’s suggestion was well accepted, Class A was notoriously nosy.

“Oh um, since we started U.A….” Asui spoke with a prominent blush on her face, and her answer earned many ‘aww’s and Uraraka dropped her head onto her girlfriend’s shoulder.

No one had any comments to make, even though the pair was known for being caught, the class generally thought their relationship was cute.

Uraraka was next, before anyone could even ask she blurted out an excited “Truth!”

Kaminari was quick to shout out his suggestion: “Kiss marry kill: Aizawa, Present Mic, and Midnight!”

No one held back their laughter, some from shock and some from genuine enjoyment.

“Ugh gross Kami! First of all they’re our teachers, second of all THEY’RE OLD!”

No one came to help Uraraka, they all wanted to know.

“No one? Ugh fine I guess marry Midnight, uhhhh kiss… Aizawa? And kill Present Mic? I don’t know this is weird!”

Everyone seemed satisfied with her answers and let her off the hook.

“Alright Kiri! Your turn, truth or dare!” Mina seemed excited for her boyfriend's turn.

“Dare all the way!”

“DUDE. Smell everyone’s feet and rank them from best to worst!” Sero must have gotten… something past Aizawa. There is no way that was a sober fueled idea.

“Alright feet up everyone!” Kirishima was quick to make his way around the circle, making a mental list as he went along.

“Alright number nine Sero, even your feet smell like weed dude. Eight Kami, bro change your socks or something. Seven Todoroki, normal not gonna lie. Six Uraraka followed by five Asui. Number four Shinsou, kinda smells like lavender? I don’t know but it wasn’t bad. Three my baby girl Mina. Number two Midobro! I don’t know how but it was very minty and I’m here for it. And finally number one, Mr. ‘My sweat smells like caramel’ himself, Bakubro!”

“You know, I think I would have liked to have seen some more hesitation but I guess that's the game.” Mina was stuck between being impressed or weirded out with her boyfriend’s enthusiasm.

“That’s the name of the game baby girl! Now Kami, truth or dare?”

“I think I'm gonna go with truth on this one.”

“Ohhh ok I have something that I need confirmed, do you have a crush on someone?” Mina once again took some initiative and spoke up first.

Kaminari quickly turned red and looked down, hoping to not give anything away. He mumbled out a small ‘Yes’ barely loud enough to hear.

“Oh sorry what was that, I didn’t hear you there Pikachu.”

“Ugh dude really? Fine, I said yes!”

“And that’s why you don’t screw me over.” Katsuki leaned into Kaminari’s space, making it clear that he did not appreciate the stunt he pulled earlier with Izuku.

Everyone momentarily gushed about Kaminari’s revelation, other than those sitting next to him, they already poked enough fun at him as it was.

“Alright alright, that’s enough ha ha I have feelings now! Bakubro, truth or dare?”

“Truth, I don’t need any of you making me do dumb shit.”

“Oh Bakuhoe, how many people have confessed to you?”

“What the fuck is that suppsed to mean Pinky?”

“You know how many people have tried to ask you out or tell you that they like you?”

“Why the fuck would anyone do that?”

“Because you’re basically Class A’s resident hot guy?” With Mina’s statement Izuku started whispering to Shinsou, no one seemed to notice.

“Pinky you are making no sense.”

“Ugh do I have to spell it out for you? Fine, Class A is an objectively attractive group, but it's obvious that everyone around us has a general rank. You, for example, are the hot bad boy, generally unapproachable but you have some kind of secret soft side that is redeeming. The brave ones confess to you and get shot down, probably because of some long term attachment which plays into your soft side.

Next would be Todoroki, he’s the stoic pretty boy. Everyone thinks he’s out of their league so no one confesses to him until he has some kind of revealing thing exposed which makes him seem more normal and not just a poster boy.

And then there’s Midoriya, he’s the oblivious cutie. Plenty of people have tried to confess to him but he has eyes for one person only which makes their attempts seem friendly at best. When someone tries to tell him that they like him, he responds with ‘oh you’re a great friend too’ and means it.”

Everyone sat silently, stunned by the, admittedly accurate, breakdown of the three most prominent figures in their class, until Katsuki finally spoke up.

“Ugh what the fuck Pinky? You make it sound like we’re in some kind of Shoujo.”

“Yeah if anything we’re at least a Shounen!”

“Pikachu you are a fucking idiot and you missed my entire point.”

After Mina’s original statement, Izuku took to whispering to Shinsou as the rest of the group conversed.

“She’s not wrong you know. Have you seen him? First of all he is objectively attractive, that paired with his ambition and drive has got to mean some people have tried to confess to him. And if that doesn’t do it then his physique definitely would, anyone with eyes would agree with me! That’s all to say I'd let him bend me over a table any day.”

“Look Mido, as much as I would love to hear you go on about Bakugou’s abs for the millionth time, is this really the right place to do that?” At Shinsou’s remark Izuku turned red, trying to come up with a quick response.

“It’s not my fault that he’s freaking hot!” Izuku seemed to be getting more flustered as time went on.

Uraraka interrupted both conversations going on around her by loudly questioning Izuku.

“What are you whispering about over there Midoriya-kun?”

“Uh um nothing!”

“Are you sure you seem pretty red?” “Yes! I’m sure! Hey isn’t it Sero’s turn? Sero truth or dare?” Izuku spoke much too quickly for it to have been casual but the rest of the group decided to save it for later.

“Uh truth I guess.”

“Oh now this is interesting, I have been wanting to know who has seen your nudes!” Uraraka moved on quickly once she heard a new opportunity come around.

“Oh easy, Camie and the bakusquad, except Mina, she didn’t want to give me her input.”

“Uh duh! I do not want to see ANY of that, even if it was to make sure it looked ok before you sent it off to your girlfriend.”

“Wait, Camie from Shiketsu?!”

“Oh yeah sorry Uraraka, I always forget that you guys don’t really know about me and Camie!”

“Is no one else here surprised?!”

The rest of the group just shrugged at Uraraka, knowing that Sero had to be with someone outside of U.A. or else they would have known about it.

“Fine I guess we can just move on then!” Uraraka seemed slightly irritated that no one else was slightly in shock but she decided to let it go in favour of the game.

“Alright babe, it’s your turn truth or dare?” At Kirishima’s words, Mina seemed to get excited.

“Dare!”

“Oh I dare you to tell the full story of how you and Kiri got together, he always hates on me for the prank but it deserves some spotlight.” Kaminari seemed to like to take credit for the couple getting together.

“Ugh fine but don’t think for a second that we owe you for that, you’re just lucky I didn’t hit you with my acid.”

“Yeah, no matter what you and Sero say, us getting together was mostly unrelated!” Kirishima backed up his girlfriend with no hesitation.

“Alright for the rest of you guys, basically what happened was Kaminari and Sero stole Kiri’s phone, changed my ringtone to the rap from ‘Fergalicious’ and thought it would be funny to suggest that I called Kiri’s phone to help him find it. After hearing the ringtone Kiri basically snatched my phone to end the call. Eventually he stopped freaking out long enough for us to talk and he ended up telling me that they were teasing him because they knew he had a crush on me. He looked so sweet and embarrassed that I couldn’t help but kiss his cute little face!”

“Aww that is so adorable!”

“See babe? Uraraka agrees with me!”

“Ugh we get it you’re adorable, I still haven’t heard a single thank you from either of you!”

“Get over it! Were not going to thank you!” This conversation seemed to be a common one between Mina and Kaminari.

“Tch this isn’t the first and it definitely won’t be the last time I hear this shit so can you wrap it up?” Katsuki was obviously sick of hearing the same argument over and over.

“He’s right dudes, plus it’s Todoroki’s turn!” Kirishima was quick to end the argument as well.

“Dare.”

“Oh I dare you trash talk Endeavour in a tweet!” Everyone couldn’t help but laugh at Kaminari’s suggestion, Todoroki quickly pulled out his phone and opened twitter.

“Alright, pick a draft for me to tweet.” Todoroki handed his phone off, opened to his drafts on Twitter. Everyone agreed to go with the most straight forward, ‘Endeavour is a piece of shit.’

Once the dare was completed everyone’s attention turned to Shinsou. Kirishima was the first to speak up.

“Yo! Try to describe your crush in three words.” Shinsou balked at the suggestion, that could be a dangerous game to play.

“Oh I know Shin! The three words you can use: first name, last name, and quirk!” Izuku was quick to tease Shinsou.

“Oh ha ha very funny. I guess um, positive, energetic, and… yellow? God pops is going to roast me! I did the only thing he warned me not to do!” Shinsou couldn’t help but think about Aizawa’s instruction to not fall for a loud blond to avoid making the same mistake he did with Present Mic.

“Pfffttt, are you talking about the type of person he once warned you not to go for?”

“Yes I am Mido, but guess what he warned you too but neither of us listened! And look where that got us!” The rest of the group was confused, they had never talked about this warning before so they could only assume what they were talking about.

On the other side of the circle Kaminari was trying very hard to not short circuit, was there a possibility that Shinsou was talking about him?

Katsuki took notice and lightly elbowed him in the side before he whispered.

“You should go for it, you’ve got a good chance.”

Kaminari was grateful to be on the receiving end of one of Katsuki’s few genuinely encouraging moments.

The pair turned their attention back to the rest of the group just as Izuku answered ‘Truth’.

“Oh I know! What were you whispering to Shinsou earlier when Mina was talking?” Uraraka seemed like she wasn’t quite ready to let that little detail go.

“Can I ask for a forfeit?”

“Wow was it really that bad?”

“More embarrassing than anything Uraraka, definitely not something I would like to share with everyone.”

The rest of the group thought for a moment before Mina ultimately spoke up.

“Is everyone ok with Mido’s forfeit being to kiss his crush?” The rest of the circle nodded and turned back to Izuku, he was bright red with comically wide eyes.

“Uh I think I’ll just go with Uraraka’s original question.”

“Oh come on! Kissing your crush can’t be that scary! I did it!” “Well Mina it’s just a bit different when you have your crush tell you he likes you before you kiss him! I have no reason to believe this person is more than a friend and I don't want to test that out today!” Izuku punctuates his small rant with wild hand gestures that showed everyone just how nervous the prospect made him.

“Ok well anyways, basically all I was saying to Shinsou is that, I agreed with Mina.” Izuku hoped they would all take his vague explanation at face value, he apparently had no such luck.

“Mina said a lot of stuff, what part did you agree with?” Uraraka seemed out to get him during this round, he would have to question her about it another day.

“Ok, well I was just agreeing with what she said about… Kacchan.” Izuku thought he was almost free until he heard a scoff from next to him. He looked over to see an apologetic looking Shinsou who hadn’t meant to laugh as he spoke.

“Oh what was that scoff for Shinsou? Do you know something we don't?” Mina’s curiosity had peaked.

“Oh um no! I just had… extra air in my mouth, yeah you see.” Shinsou then pretended to blow extra air out of his mouth, he really hadn’t meant to draw anymore attention to Izuku than was already on him.

Izuku rolled his eyes at his friend's poor excuse of a cover up.

“Shinsou it’s fine, might as well just embarrass myself even more at this point.” Izuku took a deep breath to try and steady himself, no amount of time or breathing was going to make his truth easier though.

“First of all I am going to say that as soon as I’m done explaining I am going to sleep, and no you can’t change my mind. Second of all I do not want to hear a single word from any of you this is going to be bad enough as it is.”

Izuku looked around the circle waiting for everyone to nod before he started talking. He stared down at his hands as he spoke.

“Alright well here goes nothing. Basically I was telling Shinsou that I agreed with Mina when she said Kacchan was… attractive, which should cause people to want to confess to him, as she put it. I also said, along with that his ambition helps. And then I ended it by saying something along the lines of… I would let him bend me over a table any day and that it wasn’t my fault he’s so freaking hot! Alright good night everyone! I’m off to throw myself into a hole!” Izuku spoke his last words all in one breath, and ran off.

The sheer speed at which he was talking caused everyone to take a second to process what he actually said, Shinsou was impressed that he wasn’t out of breath by the end.

Izuku ran to his room, hoping no one would realise what he had said before he was able to leave, on the bright side he could hide for a full week before he would have to face anyone. Once he made it to his room he simply locked his door and slid down, putting his face in his hands.

He sat on the floor for a moment, planning out how exactly he would avoid the outside world for their week off, and to think he was excited about the mall trip Uraraka had planned.

Back downstairs the remaining students were slowly collecting themselves. One by one they turned towards Shinsou to see if that was all Izuku said. Eventually most of them got over their shock and turned to Katsuki. The blonde sat with red cheeks and wide eyes for longer than his friends would put up with.

“Bro! Why are you still here?! Mido just basically confessed to you!” Kirishima had a point, for good measure he elbowed Katsuki’s side. This finally got Katsuki out of whatever shock he was in.

He quickly stood and ran off, heading towards Izuku’s room. Once he got there, Katsuki’s confidence deflated, how would Deku react?

After a moment of doubt Katsuki steeled himself and knocked on the door three times.

On the other side Izuku still sat on the floor, once he felt the knocks on his back he stood up, expecting one of his friends to come and see him.

“Look I just want to be al-Kacchan?” Izuku was prepared to ask whichever of his friends it was to leave but seeing Katsuki shocked him.

“Hey Deku, uh I don’t really know what the fuck I’m doing but I think we should talk.” Nothing could have prepared Katsuki for the adorable face behind the door, Izuku's cheeks had finally cooled off but he had been running his fingers through his hair leaving him artfully tousled in Katsuki’s opinion.

The pair stood for another moment before Izuku moved away from the door to sit on his bed, leaving it open so Katsuki could follow him in. They wordlessly sat down in front of each other, both waiting for the other to speak up.

“Did you really say all of that?” Katsuki was the first to break the silence.

“Uh yeah, that’s not really something I’d make up on the spot honestly.” Izuku decided to forgo the embarrassment he was feeling, letting that get to him would get him nowhere.

Katsuki didn’t know what to say, he didn’t have time to come up with much of a plan on his way to Izuku’s room, he was in uncharted territory.

“Kacchan? Why did you come up here? Because honestly I can only think of two reasons and one is very unlikely and the other has yet to happen.” Izuku couldn’t stand it any longer. There was no reason for Katsuki to have come up to his room unless he felt the same way which was borderline impossible in Izuku’s mind.

“I had to know if you were being serious.” Izuku could tell he wanted to say more, even if he had no clue what he could want to say. Katsuki stayed quiet for a moment, thinking Izuku was going to respond.

“Can I ask why you didn’t tell me?” Katsuki broke the silence.

“Right, because that’s something you say to your childhood friend turned rival, ‘hey I think you're hot and have for a lot longer than I realised’ that would definitely go over well.” Izuku saw no point in pulling any punches, he had already said the worst of it in front of their class.

“Wait wha- no, huh? S-say that again?” Despite himself, Katsuki’s voice cracked slightly, it was getting increasingly harder to keep his cool, or at least what little of it he had left. He may have been able to keep it together better if it wasn’t nearly four in the morning but alas he had no such luck.

Izuku laughed slightly, finally glad to be the more calm one, he took a moment to think of a proper response.

“Wow, apparently everyone wants me to say how hot I think you are today, first Uraraka won’t get off my back, then Shinsou laughs at me, then Mina makes me be specific, and now you. Look let me put it this way, I like you and I have for a while.”

“So- wait, huh?” Katsuki was just short of spouting unintelligible noises at Izuku’s words.

“Let me make this as clear as possible.” Izuku stood and walked towards Katsuki. “I really want to kiss you.” Izuku stopped just short, ending up mere inches away from Katsuki. Their breath mingled delightfully, creating a warmth both found enjoyable.

Katsuki’s heart sped up, he mindlessly wondered if Izuku could hear it. With that thought he was reminded of their proximity.

Their eyes met as Izuku began to lean in slightly, he didn’t have to go far because, for the second time that night, Katsuki met him in the middle.

In a moment any semblance of coherence was lost, the pair could only focus on each other. With a single action they were determined to convey every single complicated part of their feelings for one another.

After a moment Izuku placed himself in Katsuki’s lap, allowing him to run his fingers through the surprisingly soft blonde spikes. Katsuki in turn gripped Izuku’s hips, keeping them both steady.

Once they both needed to take a breath they finally pulled apart, just far enough to rest their foreheads together. Izuku decided to break the silence.

“I'll take that as a good sign then I guess.” Katsuki flushed at the words, knowing that Izuku was fully correct.

“Shut up and kiss me you damn nerd.” Izuku did exactly as he was told, savouring the feeling of calm that washed over the both of them.

Once they broke apart again, the time of night finally caught up with them in the form of a yawn from Katsuki.

“Is kissing me boring you to sleep Kacchan?” Izuku asked cheekily, knowing full well how late it was.

“Nope. It’s just four am and I haven’t slept in about nineteen hours, you know there are days where I wake up around this time to work out.”

“Well I can tell you it pays off.” In a moment of sheer confidence Izuku ran his finger over Katsuki’s exposed abs, suddenly very glad for the tendency of shirts to ride up. In response Katsuki pulled Izuku in tighter, laying his face in the crook of Izuku’s neck.

“Come on sleepy, why don’t we lay down now?” Izuku stood slowly, grabbing Katsuki as he went. He deposited the blond onto his bed and turned out the lights, he was suddenly very glad for Mina and Uraraka not letting things go tonight.

Not wanting to push any boundaries Katsuki might have, Izuku put a pillow between them and smiled as he heard Katsuki start to snore lightly. Izuku sighed happily before quietly wishing Katsuki goodnight.

The next mo-afternoon the pair found themselves tangled together, the pillow separating them long forgotten. At some point during the night the two had moved closer, allowing Izuku’s head to rest on Katsuki’s chest, arms draped over him, safely held in Katsuki’s hug.

Izuku was the first to wake, noticing their position and smiling, he never would have guessed this is how the party would turn out.

He stayed for a moment, keeping his head on Katsuki’s chest enjoying the warmth and comfort he felt from the blonde.

Eventually he did have to get up though, he realized he was still wearing jeans from the night before, he figured that the previous night he was too tired and caught up in Katsuki to notice. As soon as he moved away Katsuki began to stir, Izuku watched in delight as Katsuki slowly woke up, stretching and yawning without worrying about any appearances he had to uphold when he was alone with Izuku.

“Morning sleepy head! Wait, I think it's like one in the afternoon, so maybe not good morning?”

“I don’t care what time it is, it's still too early, come and lay back down, you're comfortable.”

Izuku smiled at Katsuki’s sleep addled voice and quickly changed into sweatpants before laying back down, he would gladly sleep another hour.

Once Izuku was back on the bed Katsuki pulled him close and hummed happily, Izuku couldn’t help but be grateful for how tired the blonde was, there was no way he would do that without the aid of being sleep deprived.

The next time they awoke it was abruptly, evidently some of their classmates became worried about them, or they were living up to Class A’s title of nosey, who’s to say?

“Midobro! Where have you been all da- oh! URARAKA, get in here!”

There were beating footsteps rushing down the hall which the two half asleep teens assumed was Uraraka.

WOAH! Midoriya-Kun! Why didn’t you say anything! If I knew you were in here with Bakugou I would’ve told everyone to leave you alone!”

Izuku took a moment to process what was happening, all he knew for sure was that they were loud.

“Uh I was asleep, how was I supposed to tell you?” Izuku sat up in bed for the second time so he could try and rid his eyes of sleep.

“Ugh lay down already, tell them to shut the fuck up and go away and if I heard shitty hair flip him off for me.” Evidently Katsuki was done with his classmates’ interruption already.

“Kacchan! I’m not doing that, he happens to be my friend.”

“No, right now he’s a nuisance who is going to bother us and then immediately tell the rest of the extras, who are probably already wondering what the yelling was about, what he saw. So he can fuck right off.”

“Wow Kacchan you are not a morning person! Plus it's the middle of the afternoon, we have to get up at some point!”

Kirishima and Uraraka stood in the doorway watching the two interact, both happy that their best friend looked so content.

Izuku finally turned back to the pair standing in the doorway of his room.

“We’ll be out in a little! Sorry if we worried you!” Izuku turned away to face Katsuki once again, Kirishima and Uraraka took that as their cue to leave.

The two finally got up to start their day, slowly waking themselves up. Once they joined their classmates out in the common room they were met with expectant looks.

The first to speak up with a raised eyebrow was Kaminari.

“Oh look who’s finally awake!”

“Oh shut it Pikachu, if you woke up like I did you wouldn’t want to move either!” The smirk on Katsuki’s face said it all, he had no shame.

“Kacchan!”

“What? It’s true you’re comfortable, it also doesn’t hurt that you’re cute.” Katsuki snaked his arms around Izuku’s waist, punctuating his statement.

Izuku flushed a bright red and hid in Katsuki’s shoulder before whispering in Katsuki’s ear.

“I hope you know that this means we’re dating now, no take backs! You are officially stuck with me.”

Katsuki shook his head and smiled.

“Like I wasn’t stuck with you before.”

“Well now I get to do this.”

Katsuki furrowed his eyebrow as he processed what Izuku had just said, it didn’t last long though. He was soon met with Izuku’s lips on his, catching him by surprise. The sudden affection left him blushing as Izuku pulled away. Katsuki, momentarily forgetting their audience chased Izuku forward, capturing his lips once again, doing nothing to help the flush on his face. Once they pulled apart once again they heard Sero exclaim.

“Finally! Hopefully this means I’ll be saved from any future drunken rants about Midroiya!”

Katsuki flushed further, whether it was from embarrassment or anger, no one could tell.

“Aw Kacchan, no need to be embarrassed! I’m sure Shinou could say the same, except mine were mostly sober come to think of it.”

“All of you can fuck right off, I knew I should’ve stayed in bed.”

“You mean in my bed?” Izuku smirked as he saw Katsuki’s blush darken.

“That’s it, I’m done with you all, I’m walking away.” Katsuki turned toward the stairs and began walking forward but before he got too far he turned back.

“Are you coming or not?” Katsuki looked at Izuku and nowhere else, making a point to the rest of the class.

Izuku simply laughed and made his way towards the stairs, shouting a quick ‘No need to check on us!’ as he made his way up.

The rest of the week consisted of Class A hating on Izuku and Katsuki’s PDA even more so than their previous rants about each other. No one expected them to be more insufferable after they got together, but at least their friends were happy, they could only hope that their ‘honeymoon phase’ would end quickly and uneventfully, rather than them being caught by a teacher.

Alas their hopes didn’t last long because Mr. Aizawa seemed to have impeccable timing and a great sense of when Izuku and Kastuki could be in any type of trouble. After getting the pair to separate Mr. Aizawa shot Izuku an unimpressed look before reminding him of the advice he shared with him and Shinsou.

“What did I say about loud blondes?” At his words Izuku’s eyes widened slightly as he gave his expected response:

“Don’t fall for a loud blonde.” Izuku wouldn’t meet his teacher’s eyes, Katsuki on the other hand was looking between the two almost frantically, trying to figure out what was happening.

In the end Aizawa simply narrowed his eyes at the pair and let them off with a warning, noting that next time he wouldn’t be so forgiving. The pair took his words seriously and managed to avoid any extreme PDA, to the enjoyment of the rest of their class.

The pair could frequently be found sparring together or lying down in the training field after a particularly draining match. No one knew what they did while they were out there for hours at a time and no one dared to ask. Most of the time though, they were making idle conversation and enjoying each other’s company.

“Hey Kacchan?” Katsuki responded with a wordless hum.

“Truth or dare?”

“Uh, truth?” Izuku could hear skepticism in Katsuki’s voice.

“How long did you have a crush on me?” It was apparent that Izuku had been wondering about this for a while.

“How long ago did we meet again? Oh whatever I’d say since about ten hours after we met, give or take a few stupid years where I convinced myself I didn’t like you, although even then I’m pretty sure it was still there.”

Izuku was shocked by the sheer honesty but appreciated it, in response he just snuggled closer to his boyfriend and spoke.

“For the record, me too.”

Izuku thought for a moment about their shared past, he knew that, no matter how long it took or what got in their way, they were meant to end up here, together. The overwhelming feeling of balance they felt together was unmatched, the thought alone made Izuku tear up.

“What’s wrong nerd?”

“Nothing bad I promise! I’m just thinking about us, and about how much I love you.”

“Tch no need to get all sappy on me.” Katsuki pulled Izuku in even closer and layed a kiss on his temple before speaking up again, “I love you too.”

It occurred to them much later that this was the first time they had ever said ‘I love you’ to each other, reveling in the fact that they both knew long before they said it out loud.

#bakudeku #bakudeku fic #bakugou x midoriya #katsuki x izuku #deku x kacchan #bakugou kastuki #izuku midoriya #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia fic #my hero academia #my hero academia fic #kastudeku #izukatsu #dekubaku #dekukatsu #katsuizu #party games #party game fic #All Just A Game

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gaiapaia · 3 years

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Kermit and Friends: Happy Birthday Elisa

Elisa Jordana’s birthday is on Wednesday so she decided to have her Kermit and Friends birthday show on Sunday...... what in the World could possibly go wrong during Elisa’s birthday week?!

Well, when you’re engaged to Andy Dick... anything crazy can happen on any given day. It’s doesn’t matter if it’s the week of your birthday or if you’re about to have a baby.... the only thing you can count on with Andy is that there will be chaos in his life that will impact you as well if you’re deeply connected with him.

I want to be sincere with my thoughts on the Andy Dick situation but I also want to refrain myself from being too hard on him. At the end of the day... Elisa cares about this guy and it’s tough for me to be critical about someone she cares about. So I will just try my best to explain how the situation was presented by Elisa and give my thoughts on it without being too blunt.

Andy was arrested Saturday night. Allegedly he had an altercation with Lucas that led to Andy bashing Lucas over the head with a metal chair. Andy’s roommate Jesse G-Rider indicated that it wasn’t serious and that Lucas got the cut on the back of his head from something else. However, Jesse is extremely loyal to Andy so it’s not easy to just take his word on this, especially when we’ve seen Andy’s aggressive side before on the show.

Elisa thinks jail can be a positive thing for Andy. He has a place to stay where he (possibly) can’t get drugs and doesn’t have enablers surrounding him 24/7. I predict though that Andy won’t be there for long. Lucas will either drop the charges, or some of the trap house peeps will come through with the bail money.

Unfortunately, it is extremely unlikely that this will be some sort of wake up call for Andy like Elisa and others hope it will be. Andy has been arrested many times in the past and it didn’t seem to change a thing. I doubt this is any different from those times. Andy Dick will still be Andy Dick.

Both Elisa and also Sugar see something in Andy’s charm and smile that makes them believe that the real Andy Dick is a super sweet guy who dearly loves Elisa. How do we know that “sweet” side we see from Andy isn’t a manipulative side of him that coincides perfectly with his volatile side? To me that’s more likely the case since Andy is more cruel than he is nice from what I can tell. Then again, I’m not around him in real life so I can be way off base. It is wrong for me to judge either way... it’s just my gut feeling on the matter I guess.

What I do understand is that Andy is very fascinating and charismatic, and his life is something that’s difficult to take your eyes off of once you start paying attention to it. He’s great for Kermit and Friends, he’d be great to help Elisa progress her entertainment career if he actually gave a darn to help her.

It is my opinion that Andy does not care about Elisa and he will never benefit her life outside of fun content for Kermit and Friends. Elisa opened up about a reality TV show opportunity she had that Andy blew because Andy didn’t want Lucas involved. If it wasn’t Lucas, it probably would have been something else. Andy openly plans trips to Vegas and Detroit, and has no interest in inviting Elisa, only his “boy.” If Andy truly loved Elisa, he would be making these grandiose plans and vacations with her like she’s always trying to do with him.

Elisa’s mom is visiting this week and Elisa is having a big party for her birthday. I pray it all goes well and that Elisa has the time of her life. If Andy becomes involved though I will be worried about that. I guess we’ll see what happens. At the end of the day, even if it goes badly, it still gives Elisa a great story for KAF, so it’s a bit of a win-win situation for her regardless. My biggest concern is that if Andy can be this violent with Lucas, he can be this violent with anyone. I don’t want Elisa around someone like that, but she is a big girl and I will trust her judgement.

Now... enough with anymore negative thoughts! Elisa, looking like she’s about to turn 25-years-old, still managed to give us two great interviews for her birthday show with two very cool and powerful ladies, Fallon MacNeil and Rachel Luba.

Fallon MacNeil is one of Coach Love’s friends. She is the author of The Missing Puzzle Piece, a book aimed towards helping children who have a parent that’s incarcerated.

The father of Fallon’s child did over a decade in prison. It inspired Fallon to not just help her daughter understand and cope with the situation, but to help others going through the same pain and confusion. It’s a very admirable cause. It’s also coincidental that this guest was booked and Elisa’s fiancé ends up in jail the day prior, but I digress!

Rachel Luba is a high profiled sports agent that famously represents Trevor Bauer, a guy who won the Cy Young last year (an award given to the best pitcher in Major League Baseball). Because of Bauer’s success, Rachel managed to help get Trevor Bauer one of the largest contracts in sports history.

Rachel opened up to Elisa about how she was shot down by someone big in the industry when she first decided to pursue sports agency as a career. Women couldn’t make it, she was basically told. Well, Rachel proved him wrong!

Rachel and Elisa also talked about the plights women have to endure from the media and trolls constantly assuming they must be dating whoever they work with. It really has to be obnoxious to hear that all the time but at the end of the day, Rachel is doing what she can to normalize her situation so that the general public won’t jump to conclusions like that.

After Rachel shared about eating disorders she’s had, Laurie popped on to seek advice on what she can do to deal with depression eating, as Laurie called it. Rachel tried her best to give Laurie sound advice, and eventually the topic geared towards Rachel being criticized for showing off her body on social media. One female sports reporter thought low of Rachel because of it, until she decided to reach out to Rachel and hear Rachel’s side. That led to this ESPN article if you would like to read more about it.

Moreover, Rachel is a bit of a trendsetter in the agency World. Instead of being paid a percentage of what her clients make, Rachel gets paid directly for the hours she puts in. I’m very interested to see if this catches on. I’m sure professional athletes and entertainers alike have to be intrigued by this. It seems much more fair than just nabbing a percentage of a contract they didn’t earn. The money they earn is the time and work they put in, so they should be paid for that instead. Many props to Rachel Luba for setting this new awesome standard.

Anyway, both Rachel and Fallon were great guests. It’s always a blessing for Kermit to make new friends like this, and hopefully it shined a bright light on Elisa’s birthday show for her.

That said, they weren’t the only bright lights! Claire from New Jersey called in and sung a beautiful rendition of Happy Birthday to Elisa. Wappy did two gorgeous covers, She Talks to Angels by The Black Crowes and Cumbersome by Seven Mary Three. Johnny B did a karaoke version of Lost in the Fifties Tonight (In the Still of the Night) by Ronnie Milsap in which he was joined by Sigmond, who he himself sung The House of the Rising Sun by The Animals earlier in the show. It was so awesome to finally hear Sigmond sing... he did a spectacular job!

All in all I thought the birthday show was a tremendous success and a very good time for everyone who tuned in and participated. What more could you ask for? I just hope Elisa’s birthday party goes splendidly too and that she’s blessed with so much joy and happiness this week like she deserves. Happy Birthday Elisa, you are dearly loved. ❤️

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 4 years

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I saw your post on how Animorphs is written from a childist perspective where you very neatly outlined the boundary between a cast for children and one for YA. But what delineates the boundaries between YA and Adult fiction?

[OP refers to this post.]

What’s the difference between YA and Adult fiction? In a word: Marketing. Young Adult novels are Young Adult novels if they’re classified that way by bookstores, critics, publishing houses, and/or researchers.

People have pointed out that libraries had YA sections decades before I put the “official” inception with Twilight and Crank. While that’s true, my local library also has sections on “Queer Paranormal Romance” and “Memoirs by Muslim Authors” (reason 491.2 that my local library is the best) but I doubt either of those genres is going to become mainstream anytime soon. It wasn’t until Barnes & Noble (and other major gatekeepers) started incorporating YA sections that critics and scholars and publishers started considering it a “real” category worthy of study and discussion, and that didn’t happen until ~2005.

That’s also why the core of my argument about Animorphs is that it’s published by Scholastic, and Scholastic only publishes children’s books, and therefore Animorphs is a children’s series. Genres are fairly-arbitrary marketing categories, and so are target ages of novels.

So what’s the difference between YA and Adult fiction?

Literal answer: If it’s in the YA section of a bookstore or has a “YA” sticker on the cover, it’s YA. If it’s not, it isn’t.

Actual answer: Generally, novels that are about adolescents, focus on adolescent conflicts, written for adolescent readers, and/or concerned with the problems of adolescence are Young Adult.

There are some genres that are far more common within YA than others. Paranormal romance is a big one. So is “problem lit” that focuses on angst and characters’ first struggles with sex/drugs/death/finance. (Like I said, Twilight and Crank were trend-setters.) Period dramas are common, as are Chosen One stories, as are urban fantasies, and those three genres often overlap. Bildungsroman, or the coming-of-age school story, is the O.G. YA genre.

There’s also a big convention around length. YA novels tend to be physically quite large, even if publishers have to force the issue through screwing around with spacing and margins like a bunch of high schoolers whose essay has a five-page minimum.

[Image description: Side-by-side comparison of p. 112 of young adult novel Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi and p. 112 of adult novel Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. The pages are the same size, but the Gone Girl page has approximately twice as much text on it.]

The end result is this.

[Image description: Children of Blood and Bone’s spine lined up next to Gone Girl’s spine. Gone Girl is noticeably thinner, even though it has a higher word count.]

This shit drives me BANANAS, but it speaks to the importance of this convention, and the extent to which arbitrary trends drive contents of books instead of the other way around.

Anyway, a few marginal cases that I think speak well to the YA/Adult divide:

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman. I used to play a game where, every time I entered a new bookstore or library, I’d guess in advance where The Golden Compass was located and then check to see if I was right. Partially because I’m a dork with really boring ideas of fun, partially because there was no knowing in advance where it’d be classified. I’ve seen HDM classified as children’s literature (because the main character is 10), as adult adventure (because it deals with religion and death and sex), as religious fiction (because it’s about kids who kill God), as Litératuré (because it attracted Critical Acclaim™), as adult sci-fi (because it’s in a steampunk world), as romance (because ???), as fantasy (because there are talking bears), and finally as YA. It seems to have settled in YA, I think it belongs there, but YA didn’t really exist at the time when it was published. It’s got adult and child themes, adult and child characters, and very adolescent character arcs about coming into one’s sexuality and becoming an independent individual... so no one knew what to do with it in 1995.

Song of the Lioness by Tamora Pierce. Pierce herself has talked about the fact that the books were first marketed as romance (because they’re by a woman and about a woman, and publishing is full of sexist BS), they later got moved to children’s lit, then to “genre fiction.” Now they’re YA, and they belong in YA. Again: they’re books about adolescence, where most of the characters are adolescents, and they focus on adolescent concerns.

Crank by Ellen Hopkins. First of all, I want to make clear that I love that book, and that I learned more about how to write poetry from Hopkins than any English teacher. However, Crank was also the inspiration for some of my least-favorite trends in YA. It’s a verse novel, so it has as few as 5 words per page but is also a fucking tome. Publishers took the message that they could charge $29.99 for a novel with the same number of words but three times the pages as one going for $7.99, and acted accordingly. It also featured Baby’s First Discussion of Serious Topics like addiction, homelessness, assault, and prejudice. That helped launch a lot of genuinely brilliant novels whose authors took the time to do it right and/or wrote what they knew (The Hate U Give, Wintergirls, Miseducation of Cameron Post)... aaaand it helped launch a lot of condescending, ablest/sexist/problematic, “those Other People are just like us” type novels (13 Reasons Why, The Fault in Our Stars).

Anyway, people have been writing novels about adolescence for adolescents for as long as there have been novels. Catcher in the Rye, The Outsiders, The Chocolate War, A Wrinkle in Time, Speak, Silent to the Bone, and Killing Mr. Griffin all make that patently obvious. However, those novels all kind of wandered around homeless inside a lot of bookstores until mega-sales of books like Twilight, Harry Potter, The Book Thief, Just Listen, Crank, So Yesterday, How I Live Now, The Hunger Games, and (sigh) Looking for Alaska forced Barnes & Noble to build a home for them.

It’s interesting to look at lit crit from right around 2005, because a lot of scholars are saying “there’s this... new category? about teenagers? it’s becoming a thing?” But in 2020 scholars can just write “YA” and not even spell it out because yeah, yeah, everybody knows. So the category is useful if it helps people find books, obnoxious to the extent that it controls what books get published or marketed and what they look like on the shelf, and probably going to split even further into “YA - Teens” and “YA - Emerging Adulthood” if trends continue as they have been.

#literature #young adult literature #ya #lit crit #children's lit #publishing #marketing #(almost) nothing to do with Animorphs #young adult novels #john green negativity #long post #fury-brand #asks

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The Song You Might Have Been (Chapter 1)

Fandom: A Heist with Markiplier/Who Killed Markiplier

Pairing: Prison Attorney (Yancy x Y/N District Attorney)

Summary: In which circumstances occur and the assistant district attorney ends up in the same prison as a certain inmate who might be their only chance at survival.

A/N: Yes, it’s been months. I’m sorry. I had trouble finishing the last chapters so I put off posting it, because I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging if I never finished, and then I got hit with a major bout of depression regarding my writing and a bunch of other stuff in my life.

But, I’m feeling a lot better about myself and my writing, so I thought I’d share what I did have of this fic. Yes, this is the same nonbinary DA from my other series. Please let me know what you guys think!

Many thanks to @timelords-13

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It’s unthinkable. Except that it isn’t, because it happened.

You’ve been framed for a crime you didn’t commit.

And the frame job is good. Enough to have you arrested. Enough to taint what little good reputation you’d cultivated in the city as a public servant working under the District Attorney.

But not good enough to convince your closest friend.

“Listen,” Damien reassures you, just before you’re hauled off to prison, “Don’t worry, we won’t leave you in there. I’m on this, Mark is on this—”

“Why should I be reassured that your B-list actor friend is interested in my case?”

Damien rolls his eyes. “I understand your doubt, but Mark is well-connected, my friend. His social capital rivals mine. I’m sure he can get a dedicated detective interested in clearing your name.”

“Why do you expect me to trust Mark’s judgment in detectives—”

“My friend, retain some of your optimism, or at least have some faith in me, please? And, listen, while you’re in prison, Make. Friends. Or alliances, at least. You’re going to need someone to keep you alive.”

“What, you don’t think I can look after myself?”

You knew he was right, he is right, but if you didn’t give him a little bit of a hard time like you normally would, you would have lost what little cool you’re retaining.

And so here you are. Being escorted into prison. A non-white, not-quite-male prosecution lawyer.

Great. Just great.

And apparently your reputation precedes you. Once you’ve been processed and properly stripped of almost all your personal possessions (you managed to sneak a picture of your mother into the pocket of your jumpsuit), you find yourself shoved into the outside yard and on the receiving end of stares from just about every prisoner milling about.

Your natural prickly bravery is warring with your fear of being in a place like this with no chance of protection. You find the most uninhabited corner of the yard and lean against the fence, hands in your pockets. Touching the photo in your pocket helps to ground your pounding heart.

Make friends. Easy for Damien to say. He’s not the one with the personality of a housecat only slightly used to human interaction, but that’s what happens when you dare to go against the status quo from the get-go and refuse to take shit from anyone about it.

The big difference between you and Damien is in your political approaches. Damien is transparent, kind, honest, and has enough social capital that the entire city adores him. Even the tabloids don’t dare to trash his reputation and any attempts to do so have fallen flat.

You, on the other hand, are far more cutthroat and firm in your approach. You emphasize justice and cracking down on the criminal element in the city, but you don’t leave out corrupt officials either. You’ve put just as many white collar criminals away as blue collar, and you’ve done so without any particular bias. You’ve created the reputation of an incorruptible crusader, but not someone who pursues a case without being absolutely sure the perp is guilty.

Hence your cynicism about the likelihood of anyone liking you enough to a) keep you alive here in a prison full of criminals you prosecuted or b) clear your name and get you out of prison in the first place.

“Hey!”

You immediately tense up. Please don’t be talking to me, please don’t be talking to me—

“Hey, you’re the attorney that put me in here!”

Jesus Crucified Christ.

You make eye contact with the guy approaching you and, sure enough, you recognize him. A former gang member who’d taken a side job as a human trafficker. Who’d have thought even gangs looked down on that sort of thing? It was thanks to the gang leader himself that this guy was charged in the first place.

“Trent Newman,” you greet nonchalantly. “Long time, no see.”

Newman’s eyes narrow dangerously. He moves toward you like he’s got a shiv in his pocket. What’s the turnover on dead guards and prisoners here? You’ve tried to find out in the past, but the Warden who’d earned the nickname “Murder-Slaughter” didn’t exactly have an open book policy into the kind of prison he ran.

“Well, looks like my luck is turning around!” His hand reaches into his pocket. Shit. Sometimes you hate it when you’re right. “I’ve got something I’ve wanted to give to you since the trial, and now I’ve got my chance!”

You move slowly into a defensive position. Getting shivved on Day One of your prison stint won’t look good for you. “You sure you want to do this now, Newman? With the guards around? With this many witnesses?”

“Do I look like I care?” Newman spits back.

“Well, youse should, shouldn’t ya?”

Newman whirls around and your attention focuses on the guy who just popped up behind him. This inmate has multiple tattoos on his neck and arms, and the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his biceps.

“But, c’mon, Boss, this ain’t just any criminal, this is an attorney, this is the attorney—”

“I thought I told you, Newbie Newman. No one gets shivved here without my knowin’ ‘bout it. So why don’t youse go occupy youself elsewhere whilst I welcome our new guest?” This guy’s tone is casual enough, but only an idiot would miss the outright threat underlining his words.

Newman is an idiot, but he’s not that clueless. He tosses one last glare your way before storming off.

Once Newman is gone, this guy saunters up to you with all the confidence of someone who’s been here for too many years to count. “I’ve heard of youse, I think. You’re that big-time attorney somebody, huh? I’ve got quite a few inmates here who’ve got youse to thank for their residence.”

This isn’t off to a promising start, delayed shivving notwithstanding. You wait for him to get to his point.

He inclines his head at you. “Not much of a talker, huh? That’s fine. I loves to chat it up. The names Yancy, by the by.” He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. There looks to be a pack of cigarettes stuffed into his rolled up sleeve. “So, what are youse doin’ in here? Get a little tired of following that justice book of youse’s? Take a bribery from the defense? Get a little snort of the good stuff?”

“Frame job,” you answer, against your better judgment.

“So you finally snapped and framed a guy? Can’t say I’m surprised, you lawyer types—”

“No, I was framed,” you correct. You’re not sure why. It’s not like it will matter to this guy.

Yancy’s eyebrows shoot upwards. “Is that right?” When you don’t respond, he leans forward, his eyes squinting at you. “So you tellin’ me youse innocent, then?”

Your brow lifts at him in response. “Would you believe me if I did say that?”

Yancy blinks at you like a baffled cat. He leans even closer, sniffs a few times, and straightens away from you. “Yes, yes I think I could. What were youse framed for?”

Wait? What? Does guilt smell like something? Your arms cross over your chest. “Uh, well, I don’t have any proof on me—”

“This ain’t the kinda place lookin’ for proof, just get on with youse’s tale, huh?”

Well then. This wasn’t exactly how you expected to tell your life story for the first time. This day is already shaping up to be far different from your expectations.

“Another attorney at the office was on the take. Connor Smith.” His office nickname had been “Pit-stain,” but that’s not exactly pertinent to your story. “Leaking information and taking bribes from another public official that I’m pretty sure is embezzling from the charity he’s running. Maybe even funding the new drug empire in the city. I only had been investigating off the books for a week before Smith ended up dead, and the police found evidence implicating me.”

Yancy listens to all of this quietly, nodding along and stroking his chin with two fingers. “I see, I see…” Then he shrugs. “Well, that’s unfortunate for youse, but hey, life’s an unfair bowl of cream, ain’t it? So, while you get comfortable in youse’s cell, I can show youse the ropes of this place—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you interrupt. “You’re making it sound like I’m never getting out.”

Yancy blinks at you again. “Well, why would youse wanna leave?”

Is he...is he serious? “Why would I want to stay in a prison full of inmates who want me dead?”

“What, like that jackass Newman?” Yancy scoffs. “Look, Gorgeous, many of youse’s arrests are happy to be here. No water bills, hooch wine, no nine-to-five job eating their mind away.” He clicks his tongue and winks. “What more could you ask for?”

Well for starters, you’d like wine not made out of toilet water, but that’s not the point right now. “My freedom, maybe? Because I’m innocent?”

“Hey, what makes you think I’m not innocent myself?”

“Are you?”

“No, but it’s the principal of the thing, ya know? Innocent until proven guilty, and all that nonsense!”

You can’t help it. You laugh. This is so goddamn surreal, and you’re still utterly baffled that this is your life for the foreseeable future. Your laughter catches Yancy off guard and you wave your hand dismissively. “You’re right, you’re right. Still, I think I’ll focus on staying alive until my name is cleared.”

Yancy’s eyes narrow at you again. “What, you think you’re too good for this place, is that it?”

The anger in his voice is confusing. “No? I just...have…” You shrug helplessly. “I have people I need to get back to.”

The anger leaks out of Yancy’s posture as a look of understanding comes over his face. “Ah, I see! Youse gotta piece on the outside, huh? Well, Gorgeous, that’s what conjugal visits are for, I don’t see why that would hold youse up—”

“No, God, no, that’s not what I meant. I mean...ugh, fine.” Against your better judgment, again, you pull your mom’s picture out of your pocket and show Yancy. It’s one of the few you have of the both of you together. Happy. Smiling.

Much to your horror, Yancy yanks the picture right out of your grip. “Hey!”

He skips out of your reach without taking his eyes off of your mom’s image. “Youse the family type, huh, is that it?”

You snatch the picture out of his hand and stuff it back into your pocket. “What if I am?”

“Hey, no need to act all defensively there, Gorgeous,” Yancy reassures. There’s a glint of...something in his eyes. You’d dare to call it regret if you didn’t know better. “But lemme tell you what I’ve learned since coming here, yeah?” He leans in just close enough to make you uncomfortably aware of his soapy smell. The last person to be this physically close to you was Damien. “You’ll forget about youse’s familial bonds soon enough. The past doesn’t survive within these walls, you hear?”

He pulls away from you just as the prison bell rings and you suddenly feel like you can breathe again. “Anyways, you’ll change youse’s mind soon enough. Once you forget about your worries and strife, youse’ll fit right into this luxurious place.”

The man jogs inside with a gang of inmates surrounding him before you can respond.

You don’t see Yancy again until breakfast the next morning.

After a night of anxious sleep on the bunk underneath the cellmate who barely spoke two words to you (you’re pretty sure this is another criminal you condemned in court), you weren’t really sure what to expect at mealtime. You came in long after dinner the day before and your conversation with Yancy left you wrongfooted for many reasons.

(Of course, first things first, you have to deal with the public showers. Hopefully that’ll be the worst part of this experience.)

You settle at a corner table all by yourself. Breakfast consists of a runny but hot oatmeal and a small carton of milk. Your appetite is nonexistent, but seeing as the food situation might not improve anytime soon, you take small bites anyway. You can’t afford to let your strength wane from hunger.

“Are you the framed lawyer?”

You almost choke on your oatmeal as you spin around in your seat and see a giant of a man standing behind you, his forearms crossed. There’s a spider web tattoo on his bald head and a long bushy beard on his chin. “I...might be?”

He nods and sits next to you. The seat creaks underneath him. He pulls a fork out of the pocket of his jumpsuit and takes a giant bite out of your oatmeal. “Boss told me to make sure no one bothers you. The name’s Jimmy.”

By “boss” does he mean Yancy? Why the hell would Yancy bother with giving you a personal guard?

“...oh. Thanks?”

Jimmy nods gravely. “I do what the boss tells me. He’d be here himself, but he had business to tend to with the warden.”

You have nothing to say to that, so you continue eating your oatmeal and continue to just let Jimmy eat off your plate. He asks for your milk carton and you hand it off without a word.

It’s not until breakfast is about to end that the man of the hour himself appears. “G’morning, g’morning, Legal Eagle!” Yancy greets. “How are you and Jimmy the Pickle here getting along?”

“They gave me their milk!” Jimmy reports with a toast of your milk carton.

“Oh, a generous lawyer?” Yancy looks you up and down. “First one to come to this place. That’ll be all, Jimmy, thank you.”

When Jimmy goes to leave, turning back one last time to smile at you with a wave of the milk carton, Yancy takes his place the next seat down from you, feet coming up to rest in the space between the two of you.

“Dare I ask why you assigned me a bodyguard?” Suspicious as you are, you try to convey through tone that you have no problem with having one.

“Can’t have a new inmate die right off the bat, now can I?” Yancy pulls a bread roll out of his pocket and tosses it to you. You catch it in surprise. “Casts a bad look on me. No one dies here without my say-so.”

You take a bite out of the bread roll. It’s a little stale, but it’s much preferable to the oatmeal. “So I’m more useful to you alive right now?” You’re not offended. At this point, you’ll take what you can get until you’re released from Happy Trails Penitentiary.

“You could say that.” Yancy blows a loose strand of hair out of his face. “I was just talking to the warden about your cellmate situation.”

“What about it?”

“Well,” the bell rings, signalling the end of breakfast, and Yancy winks as he swings his feet off and hurries away again, “you’ve got a new one, of course!”

You don’t think much of this until that evening. In the meantime, your first job is in the kitchens washing dishes. There’s a pleasant routine to doing a chore you’re familiar with. The guard in charge of this job is more than terrifying, but he leaves you alone once he sees how quick and efficient you are. (You’re not so naive as to forget that prison guards can be even more dangerous than the inmates.)

Jimmy plops next to you again at lunch and your time in the yard passes, miraculously, without incident.

When it’s time to return to your cell for the night, you see an unfamiliar pair of legs dangling from the top bunk. Then you see the face at the other end of the body.

“What,” you begin with no small amount of suspicion, “the hell are you playing at?”

“I’m sure I have no idea what youse talkin’ about, Legal Eagle,” Yancy (because of course it is) responds in a too-innocent voice.

Looks like that nickname is sticking. Great.

“Listen,” Yancy continues when he sees that you’re not at all convinced at this ‘coincidence’ that has taken place not even twenty-four hours after your arrival. “Like youse said. There are plenty of inmates here who’d like to see you dead. I can hold off most of them, no problemo. But a few are just whack job enough to be out of my hands. They barely listen to the warden, let alone me. Henceforthing, I say that the best bet is to keep an eye on youse myself. I’m a rather busy bee durin’ the daytime, so I’ll be takin’ the night shift, I will.”

He shifts around the bunk until his top half is dangling upside down, right in front of your face. “Unless you’d rather someone sneak in at night and stick ya in youse sleep.”

“I think you know the answer to that,” you retort. “But why put in this much effort to protect a new inmate, and more than that, a prosecuting attorney?” A thought occurs to you and your eyes widen. “Wait. Do you...do you know something about my case?”

Even upside down, Yancy’s face is inscrutable. “I guess you’ll have to figure that out for youself, don’t ya, Gorgeous?” He lifts himself back onto the bed and crosses his ankles. “Why don’t you get some rest, huh? The guard in charge of the kitchens doesn’t take too kindly to cranky inmates who don’t appreciate the work they’ve been given.”

You stand there, glaring at him, for another several seconds before dropping to the floor and doing fifty push-ups. Because you didn’t do your usual twenty-five last night and also because you’re not just going to take this guy’s word as gospel. You’ll wait until he’s asleep first before getting to bed.

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