#IDIOT ALERT WHOA BOYS BIG ONE OVER HERE

[sonofawhitedad]

hey guess what i forgot to remove from my portfolio before i gave my potential boss a link to the google drive

[purplerose244]

My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (2/4)

SPOILERS ALERT!!!

For now, nothing to complain about! We got Nya, we got MAYA AND RAY, we got GILES PANTON BACK A LEGO SHOW!!! 😍😍😍

Of course now I'm definitely curious about what the story is really about, like I'm guessing Wojira will wake up at some point so... Great Devourer all over again maybe? 😅 Idk, for now I just wanna enjoy Nya having her moment 🥳

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

New alert for reader, during the Nexo Knights period I was and still am the hugest Clay fan. Now that his voice is in this season I might scream more than necessary... keep that in mind 😅

I love the humor in this, all random but still kinda clever 😂😂 Maybe I'm biased because I love Jay but still 🤷‍♀️

I really like the design of the marine world, very cool!! 🌊🌊🌊

I guess I'm not really seeing any big plot twist moment for now? Ninjago seasons have history of basing seasons on a "we need to prevent this event from happening but it will happen anyway", so I can see Wojira waking up no matter what 🤷‍♀️

I wonder if that will be shocking? Usually when this situation happen, someone makes a major sacrifice (Zane with the Overlord, sensei Garmaron with Chen, again sensei G with the Preeminent...). Maybe Maya? I DON'T WANT THAT 😭 But I am curious, everything is going nicely and I'm not sure what it will bring! 🤩 I'M EXCITED SO LET'S GO!!!

THE WRATH OF KALMAAR

So this is the name of Clay's new incarnation, neat! 👍

Okay really, for having a season lately the main character just can't help but be trapped by the villain: kinda Zane in the ICE Chapter, Jay in Prime Empire, Cole in Master of the Mountain... we can call it a tradition at this point 🤷‍♀️

Giant serpent, yadda yadda, I wonder if we're gonna address the Great Devourer at some point? Not mandatory, but the reference would be very cool 🤩

Clay's new incarnation is a prince I- *hyperventilates in awe*

Nya playing dumb lol, I don't know if that's personal experience as she used to get kidnapped a lot in the past or she just have too many idiots in her life 😂

ALSO ANOTHER BEST GIRL'S SMIRK

NYA YOU'RE TOO MUCH ILY ❤💙❤💙

Jay I love that you're so worried about Nya but maybe try NOT TO DIE? YOU'RE WITH LLOYD AND ZANE YET YOU'RE THE ONE GOING FOR THE SACRIFICE WTH?? 😱 But he's worried about his cool GF I kinda get it, also he didn't do it so good...

WHAT. THE. HECK.

WHO ARE YOU OH MY FIRST SPINJITZU MASTER YOU'RE ADORABLE I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU YOU ABSOLUTE CUTIE 🤩🤩🤩

So Giles is doomed to voice LEGO characters with daddy issues 😂 That being not having a dad at all or having one that is... a good guy? Idk he seems chill with the surface at first glance, I wonder what's the story of this family

Maya reminds of my mom, she also mentions her work a lot and I study the same thing. But she doesn't want to brag, it gets annoying but she just wants to give me advice. It's nice to see actually 👍 Also Ray reference NEAT ❤❤❤

Wow, if any child-parent couple of this show was doomed at going semi Emperor's New Groove style, I would've bet on Ed and Jay honestly 😅

Oh HECK yes I knew that with my water girls things were BOUND to get cool 😎 ... yeah I know where the door is *goes away*

JAY NO WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT TRYING TO DIE STOP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! 😱😱😱

My GOSH that scared the crap out of me 😅 Jay honey we have too many deaths in this team, you're not helping... BUT YOU POWERED AN ENTIRE SHIP BECAUSE YOU LOVE NYA AND YOU DIDN'T DIE AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BLUEBELL 💙💙💙

They were all so worried, I love this ninja family so freaking much 💜💜💜 Also better not tell this one to his GF 😂

And Bluebell?

Welcome to the "change eye color because of elemental power" team! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE I LOVE WHEN IT HAPPENS!!! 😍😍😍

Awww, Zane letting Jay be the captain, that was so cute of him 💕

Another great episode! Doing great so far but I still wonder if we got into the main story. Feels like there should be more, well we got time! Next one! 😊

LONG LIVE THE KING

Sooooo... that's one very telling title 😅 If we're going full Lion King on this one, I think I know where this is going 😵

Maya: Don't they know that metal taste terrible?!? (Again feels like Kai could say something like this 😂)

FINALLY NYA USING FREAKING WATER POWERS UNDER THE SEA!!! Thank you Maya for saying out loud what we were all thinking 👌👌

NINJA TO THE RESCUE!!!

Pff, okay, the fact that Kalmaar is all evil and cruel and then he gets startled like that, it's kind or adorable! 💕 Honestly Giles got such a deep voice, with Clay it was firm warm and reassuring, here we got plain devious and I ADORE it 😍😍😍

Maya come on don't doubt your daughter 😅 But I like her, and if she knew Nya they way we all do she wouldn't doubt that she could make it every time 😎

Yeah I was right, the king seems chill... oww I fear what's coming then 😳

Okay, so Kalmaar thinks that the world should go back to be lead by them like in the past, while the king just wants peace with the surface. And as we know, no drama no season so...

Yep, saw the death coming 😅

WHOA DID NOT SEE THAT LITTLE BLAME ACT COMING KALMAAR IS SO EVIL!!!... with a glorious voice but still (Rose focus on something that is not that godlike voice, you can do it 💪💪)

THE OLD ONE TWO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH COMBO ATTACK!!! 🌊❄🌊❄

Awww Benthomaar is actually really cute, he's so worried about his father 😢 And he's adopted apparently? I wanna know the story!!! 🤩🤩

Yep, there's the reason why Zane got a mask even though he doesn't need one, it completes his attire 😂😂😂 My gosh how I love this nindroid ❄

Did... did Jay just say phooey? Dude Ducktales ended a while ago but I'm still not over it 😭

I said it once before I'll say it again, Ninjago is really REALLY good at making death scenes. Like, omg, I genuinely felt sorry for them 😢😢 I also really liked that the king didn't ask to be avenged, he still wanted peace and he asked his son to protect the ninja and he cried actual tears...

MY HEART WTH 😭😭😭 So we're adding this to the real tears moments of the show, with Jay crying over pie, Zane with the flashback of his dad, Jay crying over Nya and Lloyd thinking the ninja are gone... my world this show is angsty ���

Third startle for prince Kalmaar, I love the gag 😂 Oh wait, king Kalmaar 🤷‍♀️

Okay, we got a coup, the ninja running away because they got framed, Benthomaar is most likely going to join them or at least help them, I guess Wojira will come out at some point while... Kai, Ray and Cole are still playing videogames? 😅

THIS IS GETTING COOL I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT AAAAHHH HECK YES THERE IS THE HYPE!!! 😍😍😍

Although I hope we get more stuff with Nya and Maya, that's what I like 🤩

ESCAPE FROM MERLOPIA

I'm good at English and I can follow most of it, but the fantasy names are tricky so I didn't get before that this was the name of the place 😅 It's nice, at least it's not another Atlantis 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

LLOYD I SWEAR TO YOUR GRANDPA IF YOU TRY TO DIE AGAIN 😱

NYA YOU ARE NOT A GOOD SUBSTITUTE NONE OF YOU ARE OMG 😱😱

Ah, there he is, my new son Benthomaar 💙 He is so lovable already, I know nearly nothing about him and I like his character already a lot! He could relate with all of the ninja really, but maybe with Jay the most? They were both adopted after all 🤔🤔

*scribble note for a fanfic for later if this doesn't come up in the season*

Alright moving on 😗

I am so happy Nya gets a season, Kelly got a great emotional range that doesn't come out often in my opinion, but with a full introspection of water goddess we are all blessed by her voice acting 😍

Gotta say, admitting that Bentho didn't have to help them to answer the usual 'Can we trust him' question is pretty reasonable, like, better than other stupid answers 😅

Also don't mind me

Just screenshotting by ship 💙❤💙❤

Somehow lately we are letting Jay do the talking and I both hate and LOVE the fact 😂😂 Plain Bluebell nonsense, heck yes that's my jam👌👌

MAYA IS SO COOL OMG 🤩🤩

I literally can't not laugh at the startle gag with Kalmaar 😂

LLOYD WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT SELF SACRIFICING!! PLEASE IT'S NOT EVEN YOUR SEASON!! 😱😱😱😱

Aww Jay is still the Captain, nice! Wonder if it's giving him Skybound flashbacks... I hope not considering all he went through that time, poor Sparky 😅😅

ARE THOSE LITTLE WU ROCKETS?? 🤯

Can we skip a season and hang out with Pixal one time? I really wanna know how she organizes her free time to create these things 😍😍😍

THANK YOU LLOYD FOR NOT DYING ONCE AGAIN, MUCH APPRECIATED!!! 💚💚💚 My green bean needs a vacation... they all do 😅

THEY ARE

SO BEAUTIFUL 💙🌊💙🌊

Alright, back to the island hoping Kalmaar will not track us and follow us so he can get to the place and discover the amulet 🙂

Are we not calling the others? I miss my flame babe and Rocky ❤🖤❤🖤 Also RAY WATCHA DOIN I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING 🤩🤩

THE TALE OF BENTHOMAAR

Wait what? Shark boy backstory? SHARK BOY BACKSTORY?!? 👀👀👀

Wow, I see that Kalmaar didn't change a thing growing up, still the same gonna-be-a-villain 😂 Of course his voice got a lot deeper and cool and okay you know I love his voice moving on

I find it kinda funny that Kalmaar is so focused on royal blood and superiority, while Clay was basically a farm boy who worked his way up. Giles knows how to get the character no matter what 😍

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

BABY BENTHOMAAR AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

The king seems like such a good pers- fish- creature 😅 Now I'm double sad that he died, my world, why do I always care so fast, it's not healthy in this show where everyone could die 😰😰

I'M SORRY IS THAT KAI'S HAIR??? 😂😂😂 I LITERALLY CAN'T LOOK AWAY WTH I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS

Literally every frame of Benthomaar makes me love him even more 😢

Interesting that we got an academic villain, he kinda reminds me of Clouse in a way, maybe even Harumi since she studied her way to her plan as well? I like that we got a bit of personality too!

Using your little bro for your own purpose... it's very evil but kinda also brotherly like 😂

Benthomaar really gives me that very PRECIOUS vibe, kinda the perfect son but also a naive and unaware BABY 💙

LEGO HUG 🤩🤩 Not exactly reciprocated but still 😅

Ooohhh, so this is how he found the temple! I like this, it shows that Bentho is most likely physically stronger than Kalmaar, while evil brother is focused on brain and studies. They are planned differently, I like it! 😚😚

Ouch, peer pressure... sibling pressure? Eh you get what I mean 😂

POOR BENTHO 😭😭😭 YOU GOT THE NINJA NOW DON'T WORRY WE'RE NEVER GONNA LEAVE YOU ALONE YOU PRECIOUS SHARK BABY!! 🦈🦈🦈

Bentho: will I really fit in with you guys? Do you really understand how I feel?

Lloyd: Jay was adopted, Nya's parents were gone most of her life, Zane lost his father while mine turned evil

Bentho(tearing up): yeah that can work

Okaaaaayyyyy, I like that we got a bit of backstory for Bentho too! We didn't get much for Vanya in Master of the Mountain, which is the only thing I was sad about (very little detail, AMAZING season 🖤🖤🖤), nice to see it here!!

But I really want more Nya and Maya interactions, I hope we'll soon get to them again!! 😍😍😍

Alright, getting somewhere here! I'm very curious about what's next 🤩🤩

[thebonerpit]

you know i’m no good [FIC]

you know i’m no good

Felicia Hardy/Peter Parker, 1881 words, [E], read on Ao3 here

Peter loses a bet and has to wear Felicia's panties under his suit while on patrol. It's a lot more distracting than he anticipated.

For @peterparkerbingo “panties” square, card at the end

Felicia’s phone vibrates in her hand as she walks through the crowded atrium of Cordco. She doesn’t rush, smiling at anyone who catches her eye and complimenting an older woman on her dress. Diamonds glitter on almost every neckline and the smell of expensive cologne shifts with each smartly dressed group she passes. Charity fundraisers always make people want to splash their money around, although Felicia wonders why she’s the only one who finds it so distasteful.

The phone has stopped vibrating for a moment but it resumes just seconds later. Felicia rolls her eyes, grabs a glass of champagne from a passing tray, and dips into a quiet corner to answer it.

“I told you not to call me.”

There’s a distant train horn in the background and then a soft thump followed by the startled coo of a pigeon.

“Shoo, this is my street lamp!”

“Oh my god, I don’t have time for—”

“Wait, Felicia! Fee. Please. Come on, this is torture. Can’t we do this another night? Please?”

Felicia smirks into the lip of her glass and waits for someone to pass by before she answers.

“No. A bet’s a bet, Parker.”

“Ok but when a bet interferes with my ability to do my job, that’s kind of a problem.”

“Oh! It’s affecting you, is it?” Felicia puts on her best Marilyn Monroe and giggles into the phone. “But… but I thought you said it wouldn’t be a big deal at all! I thought you were a big boy who could handle a little distraction.”

There’s a loud groan from the other end and the unmistakable sound of web shooters.

“I could! I CAN! But…”

“But…”

Another soft thump. Peter’s voice suddenly becomes a bit clearer, less robotic, and Felicia knows he’s taken off his mask. Must be on a rooftop somewhere.

“Felicia, it’s… my suit, it presses everything so tight against my body, and my senses…”

A pleasing image. Felicia bites her lip and watches the crowd.

“They’re… they’re just so soft and I’m—”

“So hard?”

Another groan but this one is tinged with arousal, and despite herself Felicia feels a flush spread across her cheeks.

It was a stupid bet, as most of their bets are. If Peter won, Felicia would have to donate every penny of the money she stole from her last heist to F.E.A.S.T. If Felicia won, Peter would have to wear her panties on patrol. For a whole week.

The outcome is obviously clear.

“Oh, poor Petey Pie,” she coos, not sounding sympathetic in the slightest. “I picked out my favourite pair. I’ll be really offended if you don’t like them.”

Honestly, Felicia did him a favour by choosing those gorgeous Kiki de Montparnasse briefs for his first night. They have a decent amount of fabric on them, not a thong, made of the finest silk and French lace… he should be thanking her.

“I think I like them a little too much, actually,” he replied with a breathless laugh.

“Well,” Felicia says as she pushes off the wall with her shoulders, “you do look lovely in them. Shall I pick up an extra pair for you to keep?” She deftly switches her phone to an earpiece and puts it back in her small evening bag as she heads towards the elevator. “Or maybe the new pair should be for me. You’ve probably stretched these out, hm?”

Only one guard by the elevator doors. Felicia smiles and shows him her ID badge.

“Forgot my lipstick in my office. Can’t fit anything in this tiny little purse,” she says.

The guard chuckles and presses the button for her.

“Whoa whoa whoa, you didn’t say anything about lipstick, I can’t get that inside the mask, the marks would be impossible to get out!”

The elevator heralds its arrival with a ding and Felicia steps inside.

“Have a nice night, miss.”

Felicia nods and lets the elevator doors close.

“As adorable as your mouth would look in red, that wasn’t part of the bet. But I’ll keep that in mind for another time.”

“That’s not what I… Felicia, where are you?”

“I told you, I’m at a party,” she replies, stepping out of her heels and tossing them up through the hatch in the top of the elevator. “Some idiot friend of Harry’s, remember?”

“But why—”

“Because rich people serve good food. Now can we please get back to the more interesting topic here which is you on a rooftop with a seriously inappropriate hard-on in your suit? Do you really think you’re going to be saving old ladies from muggers with that? You’d probably be arrested too, you know.”

“Ok that is NOT helpful.”

A well-placed foot on the railing gives her enough leverage to easily lift herself up on the roof as well. The bag Felicia left up here last week is still intact and she shuffles out of her slinky black cocktail dress and into her equally slinky catsuit as the elevator travels upwards.

“Maybe you just need a bit of relief, hm? Clear your pretty little head?”

“Wh-what? Here? NOW?! Felicia, I’m working, what if… what if something happens, I can’t—”

“You’re overthinking this. I know you can sense trouble a mile away.”

“And you also know how easily I can get… overwhelmed.”

A particularly vivid memory of Peter sobbing, babbling absolute nonsense, as Felicia rides him while scratching red lines into his chest with her nails nearly causes her to stumble when the elevator comes to a halt. The doors open below but Felicia quickly climbs upwards instead, forcing open the doors on the floor above and stepping out into the dark hallway.

“Now you’re the one distracting me. Naughty boy. I’m supposed to be mingling,” Felicia says as she heads toward the server room.

“Can you… can you just, um, talk me through it? I promise it won’t take long. Please?”

Tempting. So, so tempting.

Felicia flips her goggles down and examines the lock on the door. It’s going to take a while for her system to hack it, and she has always been good at multitasking.

“Put your mask back on and stream the video to my phone.”

There’s some fumbling noises in the background and Felicia takes the brief moment to start the hack. The bar is visible in the upper left of her HUD so the rest of her vision can be dedicated to Peter’s video. She settles on the floor, confident that her motion sensors will alert her if anyone gets close.

When Peter starts the video his suit is already half off, bunched around his waist. She wants to scold him for it but fuck, she also wants to lick at every single one of those delicious abs.

“Let me see them, sugar.”

“Y-yes, yeah, ok,” Peter gasps, wriggling around to shove the suit off all the way. The juxtaposition of his well-muscled body, strong thighs, and tiny little panties sends a shiver through Felicia’s whole body. He looks absolutely incredible, but Felicia knows him well enough to understand that isn’t what he wants to hear.

“Tsk, look at you, you’ve made such a mess already,” she scolds. Peter sucks in a breath and she can see him nod. “Do you know how expensive those are, Peter? Hm?”

“S-sorry, I’ll buy you more, I swear, I’m sorry—”

Felicia cuts him off with a sharp laugh.

“No you won’t. Those cost more than your share of rent in that shitty apartment you live in.”

She watches as his cock twitches in the stretched lace and silk.

“Please, fuck, please, Felicia,” he begs, fingers digging into his thighs because Felicia hasn’t given him permission to touch. Such a good boy.

“Please what? You want to make even more of a mess? I can see you’ve already soaked them enough. You’re as wet as a girl, Petey Pie.”

He whimpers and bucks his hips up into the air, desperate for some sort of touch or friction.

Felicia glances up. The bar is at 50%. Faster than she expected. She can’t draw this out as much as she’d like to.

“Ugh, fine, I don’t know why I’m being so nice, you obviously don’t deserve it. One finger, over top of the fabric. That’s it.”

“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you,” he babbles. It’s an indescribable power trip, to watch a man who could break through solid iron bars with a flick of his wrist, be so obedient and desperate to please. As the bar ticks over to 60% Felicia presses one hand between her legs and bucks against the pressure as Peter shivers and gasps under the pad of his own finger.

Peter can’t seem to decide where to use the single digit: over the lace cut-out in the front, the sodden silk everywhere else, or the tip of his cock peeking out over the edge. She knows how sensitive he can be with textures and his thighs practically vibrate when he moves from the roughness of the lace to the smooth silk.

“So good, feels so good, please, please!”

Felicia giggles. “God, you’re pathetic, aren’t you? Begging to come? Such a little slut.”

Peter whimpers, loud enough that Felicia is actually concerned that someone might hear him. He tends to completely forget about discretion when he’s so turned on like this.

The bar is at 85% now. She needs to end this, both before the hack is finished or before the police arrest Spider-Man for public indecency, whichever comes first.

“I—I am, I’m a slut, oh fuck please Felicia, please I’m so close!”

“I don’t think pathetic boys like you get rewarded. Keep going, tell me when you’re about to come.”

She squeezes her thighs together and allows herself one last press of her hand before sighing quietly as she gets to her feet. Her goggles record everything and this will get her off at least twice later tonight, but for now, she needs to concentrate.

95%.

“Fee, I’m—gonna come, gonna—”

She waits a few seconds longer.

“Take your hand away. Come, now Peter.”

He sobs as he comes all over Felicia’s panties, his orgasm ruined from the sudden lack of stimulation. He makes a mess of himself but Felicia can see how tense he still is, muscles corded in his thighs, and he’s whimpering into the mask.

“Is that what you wanted? Hm? Look, you got your orgasm pretty boy, didn’t you? What do you say?”

Peter inhales a shaky breath and Felicia can hear him sniffling. He must be crying and she hates that she can’t see his face… it’s one of her favourite looks on him.

“Th-thank you,” he whispers.

100%.

“That’s right. Now, I have to go. And you have work to do. So pull yourself together and put that suit back on. I don’t want to hear another complaint. If you’re good for the rest of the night I might let you jerk off on my tits when we get home. OK?”

“Yeah,” he rasps out, “I mean, yes! Yes. Please.”

“Hanging up now.”

“Wait! Fee… thank you. Seriously. Have fun at the party, ok? I… um. Love you.”

An awful fluttering erupts in Felicia’s belly, but she swallows thickly and concentrates on the door swinging open in front of her.

“Goodnight, Petey Pie. See you soon.”

[neocity-sarai]

The Last of Us

✧ main concept: divergent au! (inspired by the divergent novel by Veronica Roth)

✧ pairing: lee jeno x reader

✧ alerts: mentions of death, blood, violence, suggestive, sexual implications, cursing, mentions of other nct members, longer than I anticipated

✧ song reference: “hurricane” by fleurie

Society is a complex concept. It’s this mind-twisting thing to question who gets to live where, who gains freedom- who gets a choice. Categories. Categories of people: they get to choose where you belong like they’ve already wrapped your entire existence in chain links. In Chicago, we’re deemed by another word for categories, something called the faction system. The first is Abnegation- the selfless souls and the ones who actually care about what goes on around them. On the total opposite end is Erudite. Erudite’s full of big-brained people or so they claim, I have yet to interact with many Erudite-ties. Amity is my favorite one if I had to pick, they’re like the neutralizing acid to the fire and ice of the factions. All they do is farm the food and give each other extra cookies when a new neighbor moves to their section- no harm done. Candor seems like the most intimidating because of their snappy mouths and their inabilities to lie if your dress looks ugly. My dad tells me they’re difficult to negotiate with. The last but not least is Dauntless. The faction with the scary- absolutely mental kids who jump off moving trains and through knives around like they’re frisbees. Yet, there’s something so exhilarating, so free about them. On the day of my choosing ceremony, my nerves raced like a million circuits sparking through my veins. Dad gave me a knowing look, his eyes are hardened and stiff while he clutches mom’s sweaty palm. I have always been Abnegation born. My blood pumps to the beat of my family’s simple, slow-paced life. Our clothes have always been a shade of faded grey: the color of the clouds before they tease a rainstorm. The minimalism of our plain walls, my mother’s sleek bun, and my bedroom have always kept me comfortable all this time. Why do I find myself yearning for more?- I'm greedy for the taste of adventurous anticipation. Shouldn’t I just stick to what I know? What I’m used to? 

My heart practically stops when I see my brother slit his calloused palm open as crimson blood drips to the stillness of the water, the drop rippling the serenity of it. To my right, I hear my mom choke on her breath while she continuously flicks her head back from my brother to my father. The creases on his face deepen, his mouth folding into a dipped frown. “Erudite.” Reflective tears begin to roll down mom’s face, her other hand covering her mouth in efforts to suppress her sobs.

“Y/N. L/N.”

The emotionless woman’s voice catches me off guard. I feel my muscles locking together. My hands getting progressively clammy that even my mother’s fingers can’t calm the bump of my knee. I huff out a shaky breath. I don’t even realize that my knees are carrying me down towards the stage as the tall woman guides me to the table at the center of it. The room feels like it’s spinning out of control, how have I not thrown up yet? Like a puppet master entwining the strings, my split hand hovers over the bowl of silver flintstones. I watch the shiny, scarlet liquid trickle down in slow motion- each second ticking in a time bomb. The thought of jolting my hand towards the bowl of sizzling, asphalt coals makes me shudder. The woman eyes me with utter impatience. I squeeze my eyes shut while I mentally count down from three, as if that would urge me to make a last-minute decision. It works. “Dauntless.”

The cheers that vibrate behind me of deafening, the auditorium shakes from the constant tremble of the stomps. The classic, recognizable, dauntless hoot is like a call of a wolf pack, a mantra that beckons the beauty of danger. I feel several hands slap the fabric of my dress on my back, I don’t even want to glance up to see my parents’ faces. Instead, I shuffle with the rest of the people dressed in black outfits as I accidentally catch my mother’s desperate eyes from the side aisle. 

I can’t believe I just did that. I went against everything I’ve been taught, everything I’ve ever really stood for. Why does it feel so good? Unfamiliar faces grin at me as they launch themselves up tall, rust-covered beams, climbing the heights like excited monkeys. When they reach the top, they run forward like a line of stallions, waiting to seize that perfect moment. A bullet train whooshes past my nose by a hair as it’s rickety cars trail behind it. “Let’s go!” screams a boy. Freezing in my spot, the wind threatens to knock me off my feet and onto the ground below the railings. A girl next to me motions at me with her finger, “What the hell are you waiting for?”I digest her words before I take off behind her- gaining on the speeding train. I was never built for this. I wasn’t ever built to run this hard, to run this fast. Everything blurs past me in a tornado of city buildings, tiny people, and ribbons of sunset lighting. Looking ahead of me, the railing is about to end and I don’t have much time left. The same girl sticks her head out the train opening, “Hurry the hell up! Hurry!”

I scream with a burn in my lungs, my legs launching my body into the narrow space. I land on a funny part of my shoulder as my body rolls and rolls- someone’s leg halting my tumble. My dress is wrapped around my thighs, my hair sticks my lips in a mess. “Whoa, going somewhere?” I whip my hair out of my face, a boy removing his foot from the side of my shoulder while all the other dauntless members chuckle by his comment. He’s not at all what I’d expect to see when I sit up. He’s a taller-framed boy who’s dressed in a navy-black outfit and a carved face that could be sculpted from a roman statue. His hair is a pure obsidian shade, one that’s darker than the finest ink in my brother’s fountain-pen collection. His jaw juts out in an aesthetic manner, his bangs curling on one side of his forehead while he pushes his tongue against the side of his cheek, “I don’t remember the last time the leaders cleaned the floor of this train, you might want to stand.” I stutter before standing up way too fast as vertigo washes over my brain in interval waves. I dust myself off, feeling the grime on the tips of my fingers. I nod at him, “Uh, thanks for stopping me?” 

He laughs as his midnight eyes crinkle into slim crescents, his white teeth gleaming brighter than the gold ball that hangs on the edge of the streaky sky. He runs a gloved hand through his damp, dark locks, “You’re going to deal with a lot more than getting yourself soiled on a sooty train.” Nodding, I look around to see the other initiates glaring back at our conversation, their eyes unfazed when I catch them. I awkwardly shift towards the tall boy, his height towering over me. His eyes, framed by thick, dark lashes side-eye me, “You’ll get a hang of it though. Welcome to Dauntless.”

Right. I’m dauntless now. When the train bangs into some obstacle with a ear-shattering boom, I have to grab the frames of the windows for support so I don’t accidentally pummel the boy to the ground. He breezes past me as he steps off the platform as if our conversation had all been in my imagination. “Everyone, gather around!” All the initiates follow suit, gathering around a boy dressed in a thicker, leather jacket and matching pants. He’s a bit shorter than the raven-haired boy yet his build seems almost similar. Glittering gold rings litter the edges of his ear cartilage, his lips red like his hair, and eyes that could swallow your soul. He claps his hands in the air, “My name is Taeyong. I will be your head instructor responsible for your training. My vice is this idiot here- Jeno.” Jeno headlocks Taeyong hastily, scraping his fingernails against the top of Taeyong’s flaming hairs, “Hyung, you’re just as much of an idiot as I am.” Taeyong pushes the younger back with immense force- enough force for Jeno to step back, hands raised in mock surrender. Once Taeyong clears his throat, he stiffens, “Okay, first order of business. Let’s get to where we need to be.” Taeyong shuffles backwards, lifting himself until he stands on a short ledge. The other initiates gasp, their jaws dropped in shock. Taeyong smirks, “See you on the other side. Jeno, don’t be late.”

Taeyong falls back in a t-position, his eyes closing with relief as he plummets down into the shadowy void beneath him. “Wait!” a girl screams, lurching over the ledge to watch Taeyong disappear as his laugh echoes from the chasm. Jeno shakes his head, a small smile gracing his thin lips, “That sucker.” His eyes snap into realization, irises gleaming with amusement, “So, who wants to go first?” I subconsciously find myself backing away from the spot where Jeno is standing, my skin feels cold from the sudden wind that whips around us all. He points at me with a determined finger, his black glove hugging his knuckles, “You. Armadillo on the train, you’re up.”The blonde girl next to me cackles at the name, her snorts come out in an irritating sound. His joke wasn’t that hilarious. I slowly slip through the people, Jeno taking my hand to help me up on the ledge. I jolt at his sudden contact, “Relax. You’re wearing heels, just making sure you don’t land on your arms.” I swish his hand away, spreading my legs apart for grasping balance. This is absolutely insanity. Squinting into the void, it looks like I’m about to descend into a black hole never to be seen again. An extremely short boy shouts impatiently, “We don’t have all day! It’ll be my 50th birthday in 2 seconds!” 

Shaking off their laughs, I concentrate on the syncopation of my heart. I can do this. I just need to breathe. I suck in the air that’s tinted with a smoky note, heaving it into the body of my lungs. Let go. I’m falling. I scream when my dress flies up uncontrollably, my hands fumbling to keep it down. My hairs whip my cheek painfully as the stinging sensation covers my skin. Unh. My back hits the rubber of a puffed inflatable. I feel the dips in water-proof latex beneath me. I’m rolling again, my hands reaching out for purchase. Like a flash, my body is submerged in ice cold water that flows into the heat pockets of my clothing. When I swim up for air, I notice a large, circular pool bed that’s floating on azure-tinted water. It’s a cave. The walls are thick with granite. Some rocky spikes stick out on the rims of the hole, water dripping from the tips. I hear a shout, “Incoming!!” Jeno lands on his back, his figure scrambling into the blanket of water as he grabs hold of my waist. He splashes around, waves colliding with my face, “Jeno, stop flailing!”

He pauses, staring back at me, “Wait a minute, you’re not drowning?”

I raise my eyebrow, “Does it look like I am?”

He purses his lips, hair matted over his eyes slightly, “Well. I can say no now. It seems. I heard a scream and thought you were..”

I shake my head, “No, I just fell in, that’s all.”

“Oh.”

We pause for a moment before Jeno guides me to the concrete floor that extends a few feet away from the inflatable platform before extending his hand to me. I take it, my dress dragging in a wet, soggy mess. Before looking up, Jeno exclaims, covering his eyes, “Shoot!”

“What?! What?!” I scream.

Jeno motions at me with his finger, “You- you’re- your dress..”

I look down at my dress, “What’s wrong with my dre-”

Not only has the fabric of my dress soaked through, my chest was obviously transparent. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment, trying my best to cover up with the folds of soggy fabric, “Jeno, don’t look!”

Jeno’s eyes are squinted so hard, “I won’t! I’m not!”

Taeyong’s voice booms in the cave, “What’s going on here?”

I wave a cautious arm in the air, swiveling around out of Taeyong’s view. He screams beside Jeno, “What’s taking so long? Why are you down here?”

Jeno’s words come out in an undecipherable line, “I--well you see, I heard a yell and I thought she was drowning and well, I saw her scream and well- other initiatives are still up top..”

Without having to turn around, I mentally see Taeyong rolling his eyes, socking Jeno with a punch, “Must I do everything myself?”

I hear him advance closer to me, “Why are you turned around?”

I flail my limbs as hard as I can, “I’m indecent! Don’t come any closer!”

Taeyong pauses his footsteps before he cooly says, “Jeno, get her changed while I get the rest of the initiates. We start orientation soon, we’re already behind schedule. I’m not about to be lectured by Yuta.”

Taeyong walks off to the side of the cave, opening a plain metal door in the process. Jeno huffs, “Okay, you’re going to have to follow me. I promise I won’t turn around.”

I scurry to him, my back still facing him, “You’re sure?”

“You can count on it.”

When I finally swish around, I notice the undercut line of Jeno’s hair and a thin, black swirl that extends around the back of his ear to his back. Tattoos are also a signature dauntless thing. I shouldn’t be surprised. Jeno marches quickly ahead of me, “You know, your tumbling is getting you into trouble. You really are an armadillo at heart.”

I scoff, holding myself back from knocking him in the shoulder blade, “Can you stop calling me that? I have a name, genius.”

Jeno smirks, “Oh really? What might that be?”

“Y/N. Don’t wear it out.”

Jeno coughs lowly, “I think I like armadillo better. But, I guess I could alternate.”

“Don’t call me that period.”

“Geez, don’t let the cold water turn your heart to ice.”

Finally, Jeno pulls out a ring of spiky keys. He turns one into a locked closet that houses multiple shelves of black uniforms: black sweatshirts, jogging pants, and black combat boots in every size. “What’s your size?”

“Medium and shoe size is 7.”

Jeno nods, perusing through the racks, “Coming right up, Y/N.”

Once he’s done, he sets a pile of clothes and a pair of boots on a short table, “You can change here. Come out of the closet when you’re done.”

I do as he says, slipping off the soggy mess of my dress off my ankles. Once I put the whole outfit on, I realize that I don’t look like myself in the mirror. So different from back home. So different from just yesterday. I tie my sticky hair into a thick braid, my mother’s hair-tie holding it together. “I’m ready.”

When I step out, I get a once-over from Jeno, “Black suits you better than that drab grey. How’d you wear that every day?”

“I didn’t mind much because all of abnegation is like that.”

He tsks his tongue, “Well, you won’t have to anymore.”

The walk back to the rest of the initiates is silent as Jeno guides me through a series of hallways and cave corridors before reaching a spacious room, “Hyung, we’re good to go.”

All the other kids are already dressed in uniform, the girls glaring at from where they stand- their eyes filled with envy. Is it because I came in with Jeno?

Taeyong shakes his head disappointingly, “We’ve managed to catch up. Let’s start the basics.”

As Taeyong paces back and forth on a small platform, he teaches us all about Dauntless rules. He discusses dauntless values like they’re his sworn religion since birth. He beats his curled fist onto his chest with determination, enunciating all the pillars that uphold the faction itself. He lists the leaders: Yuta, Johnny, him, Jaehyun, Mark, and someone named Jaegger. Once he’s done, Jeno rises from the chair he was sitting in, “How about we get started with some action?”

Taeyong holds a palm at him, “Hold on. I have to call Jaegger. He wants to supervise.”

Jeno groans, “That guy again?”

Taeyong nods sternly, “You know the rules.”

Taeyong hadn’t explained who Jaegger was yet. Within several seconds, a burly man busts through the metal door, his entire bald head detailed with inked markings. He’s got spikes sticking out of his ears and by the rims of his eyebrows- he looks like a villain straight out of a street gang. His icy, blue eyes dart with hysteria, “Let’s get it done.”

Taeyong nods, “I need two volunteers.”

Among the group, the blonde girl who had stood next to me before shoots her arm up instantly as she flips her hair onto one side. Besides her, no one else volunteers. They stare around each other or look down to the ground, avoiding all forms of eye contact. I accidentally look up because I don’t expect Taeyong to be in my line of sight. He flicks his fingers at me, “You. The one who messed up during the first jump. Try it out.”

Jeno intervenes, “Hyung, she just got into warm clothes- I don’t think she should-”

Taeyong glares back at the taller boy, “Hush, Jeno. I’ve made my decision.”

Jeno closes his mouth, shaking his head in refusal. Everyone in the group parts away from me like a drop of oil in a puddle of water, this singling-out thing is not doing good for me. The blonde girl follows me on to the platform ring that Taeyong and Jeno step off of. I look at her. She looks at me. We glance at Taeyong but instead, Jaegger speaks. He rubs a hand across his polished, bald head, “Rules are simple. This is a combat exercise. Go at it until one of you can’t stand.”

I stare back at him wide-eyed only to see Taeyong crossing his arms beside Jaegger and Jeno looking like he wants to say something. He doesn’t though. Jaegger raises an eyebrow with a scar slashed on it, “Well?”

I look back at the blonde girl and she’s got a sinister grin smashed on her face, “Well, this should be fun.”

Thinking back on the conditions, blondie is built thicker than me, she’s got more muscle, and she’s got huge hands. In this situation, how can I win? Defensively, she raises her fists in front of her as she toes around me. Occasionally, she’ll flip hair out of her face before she skips forward to swing at me. I miss it by a little bit of room, her eyes angry with frustration. Jaegger coughs dramatically, “Stop being idiots and commence already. I don’t have time for bullshit.”

 I’m too focused on Jaegger’s words to realize that blondie’s already coming at me in one swift motion- her first hitting square on the high point of my nose. I taste rusty iron like I’ve licked a bucket of old nails. Blood seeps from my nose on to my lip, I swipe the red stream with my sleeve. My best bet is to catch her by surprise when she’s not expecting it. Lunging for her torso, I try tackling her the hardest I can muster only for her to jab her elbow into my spine. Feeling myself hit the hard platform not only feels like excruciating pain but also feels like sheer disappointment. I can’t give up so easily. I rise from my fall, my back hunched and limbs swinging at awkward angles as I try to take her down once again. Instead, she wraps her bulky arms around my waist as she practically throws me to the copper outline of the ring. I see swirling stars, the room getting sucked into a dizzying oblivion of shadows. My breath is sucked out of me, my legs unable to move from the instant paralysis. When I wake up in a few hours, searing pain throbs at the corner of my brow. A rosy bruise blossoms on the bone, purple marks littering my chin and cheek. Ow. It’s only the first day and I’ve already landed myself in the infirmary. The only pleasing thing about it is that the room is lit with melancholy lavender-colored lights- the purple glow making me feel like I’m in some type of euphoric fever dream. A girl lays awake in the gurney bed next to be, her eyes shot up at the ceiling. She’s thinner than me, freckles dot her face in clusters. Her orangey hair is tied in a messy ponytail. “Oh, you’re awake.” she says.

I nod, “Do you know how long I’ve been out?”

She turns her head to me, revealing a sickly-looking gash on the side of her cheek, “A few hours. I just woke a bit before you. Your snoring was super loud.”

Opening my mouth, I try to think of what to say. I can’t. I muse, “What happened to you?”

She smiles, her lips upturned at the corners, “We’re in the same batch. After your fight with Marlene, Jaegger made me fight too. Obviously, I didn’t win.”

There’s some sort of innocent nativity that I sense in her, it’s almost adorable. She shifts on her side with a wince, “I should also probably tell you that Jaegger told us about the point dock system.”

“Point dock?”

She nods, placing a stray hair behind her ear, “Yeah. He said, ‘if we believe you don’t make the cut, you’re out. Out of dauntless. Out of your old faction. You’ll be left to the factionless..’ and then after, the whole class went silent.”

My mouth drops into a square, “What? Out for good? They can do that?”

She slaps her hand onto her forehead, “Apparently so. You and I are so screwed.”

I nod, “How do you know if you don’t make the cut?”

She replies, “Oh, Jaegger said they’ll make it crystal clear.”

I close my mouth, making the conversation evaporate between us. “What’s your name?” the girl says.

“Y/N. You?”

“Seulgi. Amity if you were wondering.”

“Abnegation- born.”

“I see.”

I swing my legs off the gurney bed, “Can we just leave?” Seulgi rubs her thumb and index finger on her chin, “I think so. There’s no one here besides us.” When both of us exit the violet infirmary, we’re greeted with ominous, stone-covered corridors that vibrate with the sound of hollering further down. We follow the sound into the main foyer. It’s a lobby full of long tables, initiates dressed in raven-colored uniforms, and strings of crystalline lights that glitter above their heads. It’s teeming with life, some people are in a separate area as they tackle each other within a ring and some opt to sit and talk in the lounge space. Seulgi notions, “This is the pit. I guess this is where everyone hangs out.” I nod back at her, “No kidding.” I hope that didn’t sound ruder out loud. When we make our way towards the tables, we see a couple of boys and girls wave at Seulgi, “Seul, over here!” She happily runs to them, dragging my hand along. They embrace her in firm handshakes and side hugs, passing us both two plates of food. A boy to Seulgi’s left laughs, “Some bruises you got, poor Seulgi.” She grins, “Hey, at least I fought the best I could. Later, I’ll become stronger than Serena and beat her up.” The group erupts in laughter, some unknown liquid spilling out of their silvery cups. She gestures at me, “We’ve got a new recruit for our crew.” They go silent, peering around Seulgi to get a better view of me. 

I awkwardly wave, “Good to be here?”

The boy flashes me a thumbs up, “Glad to have you. You put up a fight against that bitch Marlene.”

Laughing a little, I nod, “It doesn’t help that she threw me around like a bulldog’s chew toy.”

A girl across from the boy says, “It wasn't even fair though! She was way bigger than you, the circumstances were so unbalanced.” Seulgi nudges me in the arm, “Tough cookie, you’re going to beat her one day. I know you will.”

The boy raises his cup, everyone following his lead, “Cheers on that! Cheers to dauntless’s newest additions!”

Our cups almost overspill our drinks onto our food, drops landing by my plate. Seulgi perks up suddenly, “You know guys, I have an idea. How about we get celebratory tattoos? You know, dauntless style?”

The girl who sits across from Seulgi cackles sarcastically, “On my virgin body, no way!”

Seulgi punches her lightly, “Come on, Adema, don’t be a vibe-killer! It’ll be fun!”

“Quit being so loud initiates.” 

     We all pause our excitement, turning our heads to see the voice that had spoken to us. It was Jeno. He stood before us, one plate of food in one hand. It was like his demeanor had suddenly changed from friendly vice Jeno to a cold-blooded teenage version of Jaegger. He flops his food down with clank, launching himself into the seat next to me. I speak up, “Jeno, we weren’t being that loud. Everyone here is like, yelling.”

He cocks up a dark eyebrow, lilting his head to the side, “Who said I asked? I saw you all being loud, that’s how it is.”

Seulgi nudges me once more, whispering, “Don’t engage, it’s fine.”

Her plead makes me want to provoke Jeno even more. I sip my drink in contempt. Glaring at him, “did something happen? Why are you like this all of a sudden?”

Jeno widens his onyx eyes at me, his jaw gritting with pressure, “Don’t you think it’s a bit rude to assume?”

I shoot back, “I’m respectfully asking, I’m not inferring. There’s a difference.”

Jeno cards a veiny hand through his messy locks, “Either way, I don’t care. You should just know when to stop asking.”

All of dinner was awkward to say the least. Even so, by the end, we all made our way to the dauntless studio- the one built like an underground speakeasy nightclub. The lights in the room rotate between red, green, and blue lights as some rnb song vibrates in the background of hissing needles. A row of velvet-cushioned chairs lined the parlor as a gigantic tower of tattoo designs rotated in the center of the room. A bar was placed on the side where there were a row of sinks and hair-cutting stations. We all muse around the swirling tower, Seulgi opting for a design of a flaming rose. “Where are you going to get yours?”

She smiles at me, “I’ve always wanted one near my hip. I don’t know, it just sounds sexy to me.”

The boy whose name goes by Renjun laughs, “Should I get a biker-hillbilly esque skull or should I go for the phoenix?”

The girls laugh, “Definitely the phoenix.”

When I trail off to find my own design, I opt for a more simple dauntless insignia as a commemoration. I don’t want anything too crazy. Renjun and Seulgi sneak up on me, “Find what you want?”

I smile back at them excitedly, “I think so!”

“Next appointment for Y/N!”

I sigh, “Well, that’s me!”

Seulgi laughs, “Good luck, girlie!”

When I make way to the counter, I’m greeted by a honey-blonde boy who seems only a few years older than me. His hair falls longer past the nape of his neck, his features apparent of chinese descent. He rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, his arms covered in beautiful patches of flowers. I take note of the pair of angel wings on his throat. He sighs, “My name is Ten, I’ll be doing your design today.”

“Okay.” I sit down in his station’s chair, the one embellished with gold detailing. He sticks a smoking cigarette into his mouth after breathing out a misty cloud, “What’d you want?’”

I give him the slide of my design, he raises his eyebrows at me, “Really? Just this?”

I shrug, “I like simple.”

Ten makes a skeptical facial expression, “I can respect that.”

When he works, I try my best to stay as still as possible. I feel my arms and hands shake too much in the anticipation of the needle’s point . Instead, I’m pleasantly surprised by the sharpness, by the slight but not overbearing pain when Ten outlines the symbol in jet black. He continues to chew on the butt of his cigarette, swallowing back the bitter flavor, “So, you a new initiate?”

I turn my head towards him, “Yes.”

“How do you like it here?” 

“Still takes some time to get used to, it’s not all bad. Better than being bored back in abnegation.”

His eyebrows crinkle with recognition, “Huh, I used to be in abnegation too.”

“Really? What made you switch?”

He pauses for a moment, thinking about his words, “My family. I wasn’t the biggest fan of their house-hold rules.” “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He shakes his head defiantly, “No need to be sorry. I enjoy Dauntless.”

Ten continues, “By the way, I’m done.” The skinny boy hands me a beautiful- rose-detailed mirror, the glass reflecting the dauntless insignia on the back of my shoulder. He puts a pair of small glasses on, “I’ll give you all the aftercare items you’ll need- it shouldn’t be puffy like that for too long.”

I smile at him, “I honestly love it. Thank you.”

He grunts in agreement before packing various bottles and fabric cloths into a small pink sack and handing it to me. Ten pushes up the bridge of his glasses from slipping down his nose, “Could I ask, what’s your name?”

“Uh- Y/N.”

Ten breaks into a smile that’s almost scarily big, “Ah-Y/N. I thought so. You got dauntless on your aptitude test, right?”

“Um, why are you saying it like that? And to answer your question, yes, I did.”

He laughs amusingly, “Anyway, a little birdie tells me that you made Jeno so embarrassed on your first jump.”

My cheek flare up with redness, “You heard about that?”

Ten unwraps a honey lollipop from one of the drawers at his station, “Of course I did, Jen’s like a little brother to me. I know things even the others don’t know.”

Winking, Ten motions at me, “Don’t tell him I said this but, I think he needs someone like you in his life. The kid’s been struggling on his own.”

I raise my brows out of curiosity, “To tell you the truth, he was extremely rude to my friends and I at dinner just now.”

Ten waves me off, lollipop flinging between his fingers, “Agh- forget that! It’s just a mask that he wears to seem tough since he’s in dauntless. He’s just a sweet kid.”

I mutter, “Even so, he was very rude.”

“He doesn’t mean it, he would never say that on his own out of malicious intent. Please, just give him a chance.”

As resignation, I consider it, “Okay. I’ll try my best to forgive him of the grievances.”

Ten reaches into his bottom drawer again, pulling out a strawberry lollipop, “Good. Take one for your troubles.”

Once I finish thanking Ten, I wait for the rest of the group to get their tattoos before heading back to our dormitory. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen it yet. When we get back, I’m appalled by the acidic smell of bleach that floats from the showers in the corner. The beds are hard as rocks and even worse- there’s no privacy between the boys or girls. Dauntless couldn’t have spent one more second to install walls in the rooms? The next few mornings were dreadful. Every single day, we were awoken by Taeyong’s and Jaegger’s barking orders through a megaphone. Days and nights were spent learning partner combat, close-range shooting, and weapons mastery. Of course, it was hard for me to keep up. I barely could hit the dummy targets. I was the first to run out of breath during the exercises. Even Seulgi, Renjun, and the others were making amazing progress. Jeno’s nice enough to give me an array of pointers, some personal lessons when Taeyong isn’t paying attention. The question remains: will it be enough to be my name above the line?

Few days later

Because I was still struggling the most, I only believed it to be right that I had to work the hardest to do something about it. In my family, we were never allowed vanity. But, we were allowed pride. I felt the need to prove myself to the other initiates, to Taeyong, and to maybe even as far as Jeno. In the middle of the night, I was in our classroom as I practiced close-range shooting on a rice-bag decoy, my goggles becoming foggy from my warm breath. It was probably past midnight then and seeing how silent it was, I’m sure everyone was safely tucked into their back-breaking beds. That’s when I felt a pair of arms surround mine- a face pressed up against my cheek. Without having to look, I knew it was Jeno. His lips barely grazed my hair, his fingers wrapped securely around mine. When did he come in? I didn’t even notice him? He places his index finger on top of mine where the trigger is, “The trick is to focus on your scope rather than the target itself. Aim at an angle so you don’t miss.”

I follow suit, my bullet lodging straight into the bulls-eye heart of the rice decoy, some grains spilling out into a small pile on the floor. I nod, testing his tip again, my bullet hits the decoy by the shoulder. He gives a small applause, “Now you’ve got it!”

“Thanks for the lesson.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Jeno chuckles awkwardly, “So, I was just on my way out to grab a few things and I’m making a stop by the coffee machine, did you want me to get anything for you?”

I shake my head, “I’m good, thank you.”

My mind flips back to Jeno’s stark hostility that peeked through a few nights ago- how could he be the same boy now? He heartily laughs, “I’m getting you one. You’ve been at this for hours and I think you need it.”

Sighing in defeat, I pique, “Wait, how do you know I’ve been up?”

Already making his way to the door, he turns as he smiles until his eyes fold into his eyelids, “Just a hunch. I’ll be back.”

I take a rest on a near-by bench, my legs thrumming to the vibration in the building pipes. A loud boom sounds from outside the training room as if someone had dropped something. Peeking out the tiny door window, “Jeno, is that you?”

There’s no reply. Opening the door carefully, I stick my head out into the hallway to my left- there’s no one in sight. In a span of a few seconds, I feel a rag be pressed to my mouth as my screams come out in silenced muffles. Three large figures wrap their arms around every part of my body, carrying me as if I was a sack of trash ready for dump-pickup. Kicking and screaming kind of helps but doesn’t at the same time. I’ve learned to maneuver my body in certain ways, twisting out of grips but whoever these people are, they keep a strong pin on my wrists. They’re all wearing black masks like some vigilante robbers- cowards, they don’t even dare to reveal their faces. I continue to scream, “Let me go! Get off!” The more I struggle, the more they squeeze my wrists and ankles. Suddenly, I’m dropped to the ground, my back hitting the concrete with a smack, one of the figures wrenches my braid over the chasm drop. The person grabs my face, threatening to toss me down the water-filled void, “We know you’re protecting Jeno’s secret! Confirm it or die!”

I grit my teeth in response, “What the hell? What secret??I barely know him?”

The voice, that of a young boy’s, “Trying to play stupid huh?”

My words come out in whimper, “Seriously, I have no idea what you’re talking about. We’re not even that close.”

The second figure hisses at the younger boy with a deeper gruff, “We’re taking too much time. Let’s just get rid of her.”

Feeling my back lose stabilization on the ground, the top half of my body is already above the chasm- a little more and I’d splat like an insect. I reach out to grab hold of something, someone, only to be met with a kick to the ribs. I bite my tongue out of pain, blood seeping to  my lips. The iron taste is familiar yet sickening, I didn’t come to dauntless to die like this. 

“Get the fuck off her!” Jeno’s voice booms with anger as he flies his fist at the figures standing behind my captor. One by one, they fall to the ground in defeat as their limbs fail to lurch back at Jeno. He grabs the boy holding my hair by the back of his collar, swinging him into the granite wall behind us as the boy’s pained shouts reverberate through the cave. In haste, Jeno pulls me up into his arms, his eyes wild with furious sparks that flame at the center of his ash eyes, “Why did you go outside when I wasn’t back yet?”

I stutter, “I heard a loud noise so I stuck my head out and yeah..”

He shakes his head, “Do you like getting into trouble? You almost died back there!”

Gazing at him, “But I didn’t. Because you came.”

Jeno’s features soften, his frame melting with the weight of my body in his arms, “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Just be quiet and see, Y/N.”

After Jeno leads me through a series of elevators, stairwells, and corridors, we arrive at a door. Swinging it open, we’re met with a cold gust of wind, my skin tingling from the icy air. Jeno sits at the end of the rooftop as he plops down, legs swinging over the edge. The view is absolutely breathtaking. In Abnegation, we never really had any windows to see the outside world. This was a stark contrast: a view of each of the sections in the distance. Candor’s buildings touch the stormy skies, Amity’s farming dome covers their entire section, and the center city emits noises from the factionless bartering for food. If you squint hard enough, there’s a wall that surrounds the entire perimeter- urging you to wonder what’s beyond it. Jeno says softly, “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

I nod in agreement, “Really is.”

Plopping beside him, our thighs barely touch, my hands placed awkwardly on the roof’s surface. Jeno fixes his hair as he tustles his bangs back and forth before biting his lip in anticipation. His voice comes out in a timid but deep vibration, “I’m sorry.”

I stare back at him incredulously, “What are you sorry for?”

Jeno fiddles with the black thread from the fabric of his gloves, “Back at dinner. A few nights ago, I wasn’t very kind to you and your friends.”

Surprised with his apology, “I hope you had your reasons.”

Jeno’s habit of over-biting his lip becomes apparent because they’re pink in the middle and red at the edges. He bobs his head slightly, shutting his eyes with confirmation, “I do. More than you know.”

I put a hand on his shoulder, “If that’s the case, apology accepted.”

When I look at Jeno, he represents a rhythmic soul, one that marches to beat his own drum, and one that’s capable of showing unconditional love. Ten’s correct- his hard exterior reveals the heart of an innocent boy, one that also happens to be covered in bloody scars. “Jeno! You’re hurt!”

Jeno touches his face lightly, the scratch on his cheek irritated, “Oh. I barely noticed these.”

Taking his hand, “Jeno, we need to clean those or they’ll get infected.”

Giving me a small smile, he drags me back through the door we came through. I don’t even register that we’re still holding hands, his large fingers around my palm. I silently pray that he doesn’t notice the heat that’s enclosed between us. After we enter, the room widens into a warehouse-like studio: paneled windows, an unmade bed, and a small kitchen that resides at the corner. The clouds look more organic through the glass window, the view of the factions illuminated with  dim lights. Jeno’s rummaging through his kitchen cabinet to find a first aid kit as he sits down on the black sheets of his bed, pulling out q-tips and antiseptic cleaner. Wincing, Jeno shuts one eye as he smoothes the liquid onto the cut on his face. 

I say, “Here, let me help.”

He opens his mouth to refuse but closes it when I take the q-tip from his hand anyway. I clean my fingers with a wipe before squirting some cooling gel onto the tip of my thumb. Jeno’s breath feels warm on my face, his eyes unmoving from mine. I try to ignore his intense staring, “Jeno, look away.”

He quirks an eyebrow up, “Why?”

“Because you’re making me nervous.”

Jeno’s laugh is full of mirth and sincerity, “Nothing to be nervous about.”

Jeno’s eyes shift to the ground, his lashes framing his eyelids. Jeno looks beautiful when he isn’t trying. When the dim lights illuminate the bridge of his nose to the high points of his cheek, his features harden and soften depending on the angle of his face. Though he has some scratches on his cheeks, some above his eyebrows, it doesn’t change him. He tuts, “Now look who’s staring.”

I quickly dart my eyes away, heat crawling up the expanse of my back in embarrassment, “I wasn’t! Where else are you injured?”

He touches a tender spot on his back with his shoulder blade, “One of those attackers had sharp nails, he got me right by my shoulder.”

“May I?” I gesture beside him on the bed, my mind flashing back to when my mother told me it was rude to sit on someone’s bed without asking. 

He nods in affirmation, lifting the hem of his black sweater over his head. He stretches his back muscles, rolling his shoulders back to move them. I yelp a bit too loudly, “Why are you taking off your shirt??”

Chuckling, Jeno reaches a hand back to scratch at the hairs on his nape, “How are you going to treat it if you can’t reach it?”

“Oh, right.”

I see my hands visibly shake when I apply some more gel to the scratch that aligns in a downward line by his linear tattoo. When I press my fingers to the smooth skin of Jeno’s back, I feel myself letting out a breath I had been holding in. Jeno starts to hum an unfamiliar tune while he takes off his black gloves, tossing them to the floor. I have to say something, it’s way too quiet. “So,why this tattoo?”

He turns his face over his shoulder, “You wanna know?”

I hum, “Yeah, I do.”

Jeno goes on to explain it, his mother’s favorite flowers are cherry blossoms. He talks about how he was originally in Candor and how his mom would paste clippings of Japan from books on to her bedroom walls. His back is like a canvas for the faction insignias, all of them entwined with sakura branches that wrap around his ears and neck. “Basically, I love my mom so that explains the sakura blossoms. For the factions, I don’t believe I can just be one thing. I want to teach myself how to protect the people I love, to be kind, honest, and smart. I don’t want to be shoved into one mold, you know?”

Giving him a nod, “I get that. That’s how I thought- or, think. Now.”

In that moment, I remember Ten’s words: “Jeno has been struggling by himself.”

I pat his shoulder, “Jeno, could I ask you something?”

He turns around to me, his chest is bare and toned. Muscles are carved with definite lines that cross all over his body, “What is it, Y/N?”

“When I came in for a tattoo, I talked to Ten. He told me you struggled by yourself or currently struggling? What’s that mean?”

Jeno narrows his pointed, smoky-filled eyes at me, “Ten said that?”

I nod, “Don’t be mad at him, he’s just trying to help.”

Jeno makes a whirring hum from between his lips as he leans his hands back on the bed, “It’s hard to explain but, things aren’t always easy for me here.”

He pauses before continuing, “Ten knows something about me that most people don’t.”

Saying nothing, my heart beats with anticipation, I withhold myself from pressing him even further. On his own he says, “If I tell you, I need to know if I can trust you. I can’t afford to let this slip.”

Holding up my hand in pledged oath, I nod, “You have my word.”

“I’m divergent.”

My gasp sounds like my lungs have failed due to how loud it sounds. Truly, I didn’t expect those words to come out of Jeno’s mouth, “You’re divergent?”

Nodding solemnly, “Yes. My mother died because she was harboring me, my results got reported. Ten found us when he was on patrol with Taeyong, they took me in and forged the results so I could live.”

Connecting the dots, I point at him knowingly, “Is that why you tried to put on a front during dinner?”

Jeno sighs, “For whatever reason I thought the more mean I was, people couldn’t see through the mask.”

Instinctively, I place a firm hand on Jeno’s bouncing knee, “Jeno, you don’t have to act that way when you’re with me.”

Oh no. Why did I touch his knee like that? He must think I’m trying to come on to him or something, judging by the confused look on his face. I messed up. Jeno cockily smirks, launching himself until there is absolutely no space in between us. His face is only a couple centimeters away, a mischievous glint shines in his shadowy irises. He’s so close I can spot the faded mole at the flat of his cheek, some of his dark hairs fall to his brow. “Y/N, am I making you nervous right now?”

I gulp, my eyes widened like disks, “Very.”

Jeno flicks his eyes to my lips, his smile curling on one side, “Don’t be nervous.”

Like that, Jeno’s lips are on mine in a split second- a soft, slow sensation washing over us like time’s been stopped instantly. I feel myself relaxing as I straddle Jeno’s lap, pulling him closer by his shoulders. The way Jeno moves his head, forehead bumping against mine feels bone-chillingly pleasant as he continues to kiss me passionately. The dark-haired boy moves his rough hands through my hair as loops curl in between his fingers. When I pull back for air, my heart feels like it’s burning when I memorize the honey-golden sheen of Jeno’s skin, his parted lips swollen from our contact. Kneeling up on the bed, I rise to look down on Jeno, his strong arms grasping me by the waist as I lean down to his lips again. Jeno traces the curve of my jaw, his lips moving to the hollow of my neck- his lips sting against my skin. Shutting his eyes in pleasure, Jeno sighs into my shoulder, “Can you just stay here?”

I hug his chest even harder, “Won’t I get in trouble?”

Jeno laughs, “For being with me or for missing curfew?”

I laugh, “Both?”

Jeno kneads my area by my  hip, massaging my sweater upwards, “Can I?”

I look back at him, raising my eyebrow, “Do you even deserve me?”

His smile reveals the highlights of his teeth, “I can try my best for you? Don’t worry about the others giving you a hard time, I can take care of it.”

My arms hang off Jeno’s shoulders, hands crossed by his neck, “Really, Jeno?”

Jeno gives me a fond nod, “Really.”

When I lower myself to Jeno’s level, he helps me lift the fabric of my top above my head. His eyes widen at the sight, he almost looks surprised. I panic, “What, what is it?”

He shakes his head in resignation, “When I first saw you, tumbling on the train, I thought you were the prettiest person in that dirt-covered train car.”

A blush glows on my cheeks, I feel my ear sting a bit- the feeling causing my heart to tremor. Instead, I result to leaning my forehead against Jeno’s, “You’re not bad at all.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Jeno smashes his lips against mine once again, harder than the last time as we lower ourselves into Jeno’s navy-blue pillows that sit in a squished pile by the headboard. I sweep a hair behind Jeno’s ear, peering up at his figure on top of me, “We should sleep, I was told that we have intense training tomorrow.”

Jeno���s eyes crinkle like moons, “Y/N, you really know how to kill the mood don’t you?”

I slap a hand against his pectoral muscle, “Jeno, let’s just go to bed!”

“Okay, okay.”

 Jeno gets up to turn off the lights before tossing himself next to me on his bed. Pulling the comforter over our bodies, I feel his breath hit the back of my head as he hums in content. I turn my body to face him, his eyes already softly shut. His eyelashes are even more prominent, his hair is a bit more messy than it was in the last few hours. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, I stare back at him for a little bit longer. In the dark, he flicks open one eye, “How do you expect me to go to bed if you keep kissing me?”

“Goodnight, Jeno.”

Pouting, Jeno huffs playfully, “Good night, Y/N.”

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Limited Edition

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Hanta Sero, Mina Ashido

Sero lovin’ hours, babes! Behold the fluff!

EDIT: Photo was made by the amazing @deliathedork who showers me in love and beautimous doodles~

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Characters: Hanta Sero, Mina Ashido

“Denki.” Hanta called as he rounded the stair landing to the boys’ side of the third floor. He grimaced in the entryway of the hall, staring pointedly at the door to the room that belonged to one blonde-haired electric generator. When he got no answer, Hanta began walking down the hallway calling his name in increasing volume, “Denki. Deeeeennnkiiiiiiiii!” By the time he reached the door, he was practically screaming. “DENKI KAMINARI!” he shouted in such an unholy screech that Tenya opened his door to glare disapprovingly at him. Finally, Denki threw the door open to give him a wheedling whine, his gaming headset slung around his neck and muted.

“Dude, what?”

“Where’s my shirt?” Hanta asked with an innocent smile. Tenya rolled his eyes and shut the door with just the amount of volume to serve as a warning for Hanta to keep quiet. He continued to smile stupidly at Denki, only thinly veiling the mounting threat of violence building up in him as his friend began to perspire and laugh nervously.

“What shirt?” As if feigning innocence would work on Hanta. Denki gulped loudly as the taller boy leaned into the doorway, towering over him with glittering black eyes and a menacing grin.

“You know, the shirt I let you borrow two weeks ago? My limited-edition ONE OK ROCK concert tee that is my sole most valued possession?” Hanta pressed, continuing to edge into the doorway until Denki was bending at a forty-five-degree angle. Denki laughed in an anxious high pitch, his eyes shifting around and refusing to settle on Hanta’s gradually reddening face.

“Oh! That one! Hehe! Well… Thing is… I kinda… don’t know where it is,” Denki admitted in a tiny voice. A few terrifying seconds passed as Hanta processed the confession. Denki finally looked up into his eyes, which were probably soulless as Hanta contemplated just how he would like to murder the oblivious boy. “Bro? You good?”

“Good? Good? Yeah, I’m good,” Hanta shrugged as she suddenly backed off, leaving Denki reeling in confusion. His instincts must’ve tipped him off, because he screamed and ducked under Hanta’s arms as he suddenly lunged at him with a feral yowl. “Yeah, I’m good, because I’m about to kill you!” Sobbing apologies, Denki managed to wriggle past him and take off down the hallway towards the stairs. Hanta whirled on his heel, shooting his tape down the hall and only just barely missing Denki’s elbow as he practically dove down the stairs. “Get back here! Atone for your sins!” Hanta yowled as he chased him, thundering down the stairs on all fours. He could hear Denki’s manic blubbering floating up from within the stairwell. Sero had to admit the little shit was fast, because he couldn’t catch up to him.

“Baku-bro! Baku-bro, save me!” Denki screeched as he vaulted himself a good five feet across the room and clambered over the back of the couch into a very startled Katsuki’s lap.

“What the- get off me!” Katsuki huffed and shoved poor Denki to the floor. Denki looked at Hanta over the top of the couch fearfully as he stalked him, eyes blown wide with desire for homicide.

“He’s gonna kill me!”

“You probably deserve it.”

“Whoa, whoa, guys!” Izuku laughed good-naturedly and stood up, waving his hands placatingly at Hanta. “What’s the problem?”

“He lost my fucking tee-shirt!” Hanta fumed and lunged over the back of the couch to try and rip out a few of Denki’s hairs. The boy managed to crawl under the coffee table and slink over to Fumikage, who was watching with his arms crossed. “My favorite shirt! Limited edition ONE OK ROCK! Limited edition!” Hanta screamed like a deranged man as he crawled over the couch and shot his tape at Denki, who was pleading for Fumikage to save him.

“I side with him on this one. Any last words before you meet God?” Fumikage smirked. Denki wailed as Hanta shot tape at him, this time finding his mark. Denki screamed in dismay as Hanta jumped up on the table and slowly dragged him closer, eyes flashing with pure anger.

“Please! I’m sorry! Spare me!” Denki sobbed as he was lugged over the rug by the unhinged Hanta. Just as the boy had captured his prey and was preparing to strike, a sweet voice piped up from the back of the other couch.

“Um, do you mean this shirt?” Hanta and Denki both looked up to see Mina staring owlishly at them, dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and the shirt that Hanta was ready to kill Denki over. Hanta’s face instantly flushed a pretty shade of crimson and steam blew out of his ears in nostrils at the sight of the pretty girl wearing his tee shirt. It was pretty much a not-so-secret in their friend group that Hanta had a stupid crush on Mina.

“Um… Yeah, yeah, that’s the one,” Hanta quipped with an equally wide-eyed stare. He unwound his tape from Denki, who slunk away to get cradled in Eijirou’s manly bosom as he patted his head and whispered reassuring words. He hopped down from the table as Mina walked around the couch, sashaying shyly.

“Um, I found it in my laundry last week. I mistook it for one of the girls’, but they said it wasn’t theirs, and when I asked a couple of the boys, they said they had no idea whose it was or where it came from, so it kinda became my new PJ shirt,” she laughed bashfully, rubbing the back of her head. Sero’s dark eyebrows knitted together as he had the sudden suspicion a plot was afoot. She scratched at her cheek thoughtfully. “You can have it back if it’s that special to you though!”

“Um…” Hanta knew there was a specific answer to the question, but she didn’t give him the time to do so. She grabbed him by the wrist and hauled him upstairs to her room, bringing him straight inside and swinging open the closet door. As he saw the shirt fly onto the bed, discarded, Sero’s cheeks burned with the acute awareness that Mina was shirtless behind that flimsy closet door. Focus, Hanta… he told himself as he patiently waited for her to switch shirts. She walked out to pluck it up and carry it over, holding it out to him with a big smile.

“Here you go! Sorry about the misunderstanding.”

“Uh, no big deal…” he said dully as he accepted the shirt. She scampered right past him into the hallway to rejoin the group in the common area, and Hanta’s eyes followed her as he left, captivated simply by her being. He absentmindedly brought the shirt up to his face and nearly fainted when he realized it carried her scent like bubble gum and cherries. Nirvana… he thought dimly as he collapsed into the hallway wall.

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Hanta was mounting the stairs to head to his room later that night after a pretty rowdy session of videogames with Denki (who, after being cornered by Hanta with Eijirou’s help) had all but admitted he had purposely slipped the shirt into Mina’s laundry basket in an attempt to spark something between them. Hanta had been a little irritated with his pitiful effort to wingman for him, but, Hanta had to guess that he was a little grateful. Denki was doing it just because he wanted Hanta to be happy, after all. Hanta had agreed to let bygones be bygones (especially since his shirt was safe and sound) and settled in to play with Denki for a while. Now, he was mounting the final step with the shirt slung over his shoulder. He paused mid-step as he heard Mina’s voice floating down the hall from the direction of Momo’s room. Curious, he inched closer.

“Thanks for the tea, Momo.”

“No problem. A cup of good tea will do wonders for a saddened heart,” Momo responded. Hanta’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead. Why was Mina sad?

“I know it’s silly to be sad about it. I just really liked that shirt, you know? It was super comfy.” Hanta didn’t know why that made him happy, but it did. “Besides, it reminded me of Hanta. I knew it was his when I took it…” Hanta felt a shiver propagate from his head to his toes. He didn’t know what to do with that information. She knew? Why would she take it…? He could almost imagine her hugging herself as she sighed, “It just made me feel so warm and safe…” With flushed cheeks, Hanta looked at the tee shirt draped over his shoulder. Quietly, he pulled it off and hung it on the doorknob, being extremely careful not to alert the girls to his presence. Then, he turned on his heel and marched right off to his room.

Sure, his shirt was limited edition and precious to him- but Mina’s smile was one of a kind, and much, much dearer to his heart. He tried not to smile when he heard her delighted exclaim of surprise from within his room, nor when she texted him a picture of herself back in the tee shirt, beaming with a peace sign over her eyes and the simple tag Thanks, Hanta! <3 He stared at the picture for a while, thumb hovering over the screen as he tried to find a good way to respond.

Anything for my best girl! he decided, watching as the bubble appeared on the screen with an audible swoosh! She sent a series of hearts back in response, and he dropped his phone down onto his chest as he put his hands on his face, kicking his feet a little with an excited squeal. He jumped when he heart Tenya pound his fist into the wall next to him.

“Be quiet, or I swear to God, I’m spilling everything to Mina.”

“Does everyone know?!” he cried as he bolt upright in bed, half-amused and half-terrified.

“Of course everyone knows! You smile like an idiot anytime she’s within your line of sight. Now go to bed! Shoto and I are studying in here.” Hanta laughed as he heard the dull thump of Tenya smacking the hot-and-cold boy's pillow into the wall. Hanta flopped back down against his bed, looking at the adorable picture of Mina in his tee shirt again.

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Here’s my second fic!! A Futakuchi Kenji x Chubby Reader owo uwu. I hope there aren’t many mistakes ksdnvklsfmm     As manager of the Nekoma Highschool Boy's Volleyball Team, you've learned how to handle devious young men and their prankster ways. What you didn't expect, though, was for a prank to be pulled while all teams were on a training program based camp together. Though, when said out loud, it sounds dumb not to expect something. Yet here you are.     So what was the prank pulled today? Well, it so happens that while you and two other managers- the two girls from Karasuno Highschool, were bathing, those damn Johzenji boys snuck in through one of the windows in the girl's locker room and stole all of your clothes. Now, you're in nothing but a towel, staring at your wide open locker that is now missing every article of clothing you had brought with you, and you only need to take a glance to your right side to see not only the other two girl's lockers open, but also the window the perpetrators used- slowly shutting on its own.     You rush to the window, peering outside to see the backs of two of the yellow clad boys.     “HEY, YOU FUCKERS! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS!” Your shouts startled the boys, and they quickly disappeared back into the hole they crawled out of. You groaned, closing the window with slow anguish. Now what the hell were you going to do? None of you brought your phones into the bath, so it isn't like you could call any of the faculty.     With some dreading hesitance, you drag yourself out back to the bathing room where the other two girls were still wallowing in the water and steam.     “Hey, umm...” You got their attention, but how to word this in a way that won't freak them out? These two girls, Kiyoko and Yachi, were your roommates for the duration of the camp, and as far as you had gotten to know them over the single day it's been, you know Yachi can be very flighty and overact to things. You didn't want to scare the small girl, but you couldn't just.. Not, tell them?     “Listen.. Some damn Johzenji brats snuck into the locker room and th-they took our clothes.” Your voice trailed off on the sentence, clearing your throat awkwardly. Kiyoko's eyebrows raised up, and her eyes widened with clear surprise. Yachi, on the other hand, screamed. Actually screamed. You covered your ears while she vented her horror, and once she had settled, you released your poor, hurting ears, muttering, “That's one way to get the attention of faculty..”     “Are you sure? All of ours?” Kiyoko asked.    “Oh yeah, it's all gone.”     “What are we going to do?!?!” Chimed in Yachi, “I didn't bring my phone, did you, Kiyoko-san?! Oh God you didn't! We're going to die in here as shriveled up prunes without any clothes!!”     “Whoa whoa whoa, Yachi, chill, it's okay.” You reassured, biting back both an amused and amazed chuckle. “I'll just.. go get us new clothes, yeah?”    “What?!” Both girls shrieked in unison.     “You can't do that- I mean you can, but-!”     “What if someone catches you?” Kiyoko finished the first year's expression, her voice exposing the concern that wasn't on her face.     “Then I'll tell them what happened. It'll be okay, right? Besides, if I run into any of the guys who took our clothes, I'll just beat them up!” You reassured with a laugh, but neither of the girls took to your humor.     “Just.. Be careful, Y/n-san, okay?” Yachi tapped her fingers together, looking downward with worry.     “Yeah, yeah. I will. I'll be back, you two just stay here.”     Admittedly, you knew walking around in nothing but a towel was a REALLY stupid idea. First, you had to get out of the bathhouse, which won't be too big of a deal. But once you're out of the safety of the washroom, you'll be out in the open- on the straight path to the dormitories. You'll have to go through the main hall, where who knows who lurks around there, before you'll reach the girl's rooms. The only thing you were sure you had going for you right now was still that the three of you were all roommates, and locking the doors weren't necessary, so you wouldn't have to find a key, or guess whose rooms were whose.     The plan wasn't great, but what else could you do? Go back into the bathhouse and scream your head off with the other two girls until someone hears? Nah, not gonna happen. Besides, if you're lucky enough, you won't run into anyone out here, which will give you time to think up a revenge plan against the Johzenji boys. Perhaps you'd tell Kuroo want happen, and sick the whole cast of the Nekoma Cat-boys on them? That would be fun, sure. But what if you took it upon yourself to give the boys hell? Maybe stole their clothes right back? Nah. You couldn't do that alone- and you sure as hell weren't going to risk getting caught by faculty. Speaking of faculty, should you report this, or let the other two girls report it? No, if you or they did, then the boys would surely get kicked out of the program, and you wouldn't get your revenge! Their pain will be your doing, and your doing alone, dammit!     Peeking out of the bathhouse's door, you were glad to find no one. The path was clear! Quickly, you slipped out the door, clutching your towel tight to your plush body. Sparing no second thoughts about what you were doing, you walked your exposed self to the dormitories.     Just as your hand brushed the cool metal of the main hall's front doors, you heard voices from within the building. Shit. The door was glass, and you could see some of the Karasuno boys team approaching, none had seen you yet- but if you were to spend any more time here staring, they sure as hell will notice you!     You jumped into bushes.     You jumped. Into bushes.     Luckily, this actually worked in your favor! The three Karasuno boys exited the building without so much as a glance to your hiding spot! They walked down the bath, going to the bathhouse and entering the men's side. With a sigh of relief, you removed yourself from the bush, dusting off what leaves and twigs had stuck to your towel, and you entered the mainhall.     No one in sight for your eyes to see, not a sound in range for your ears to hear. Just how it should be, you thought with a pleased grin. You confidently walked from the main room and turned down one of the halls leading to the sleeping rooms. Soon enough, you'll be there, just keep one foot in front of the other, and keep your senses alert for anyone coming your way, Y/n. All will be fine.     All will not be fine. You quickly realized this, as you looked up and came to a dead stop, staring into the eyes- the multiple pairs of eyes, of the Date Tech Boys Volleyball Team.     Your whole body heated up in an instant, sweat threatening to form on your skin as you felt the eyes on you. The boys stared at you, in a curious, shocked wonder. No one said a word or moved a muscle. From Aone, who was just staring, to Futakuchi, whose shoulders were hunched forward and mouth were agape.     With a deep breath, you calmed down as much of yourself as possible, tilted your head up, and kept walking. You walked right past the gaggle of boys, bumping shoulders with Futakuchi as you passed, but you didn't dare look back at them. You mind your business, they'll mind theirs, right?     You could feel the lingering gazes of the boys, but you didn't let them shake you as you disappeared down another hall, and another, until you found yourself at your room's door. Slipping in, you slid down the door and released a breath you were definitely holding for far too long. Now all that's left is to get dressed and bring your poor friend's their clothes.     By next morning, you had decided on your revenge scheme against the Johzenji boys, but you had a nagging worry that the other two girls involved in the prank were going to report the whole thing to faculty. But currently, you were taking care of your own team's water bottles and extra uniforms, when you heard footsteps approaching you. You glanced over your shoulder, expecting one of the familiar cat-boys you've grown attached to, but instead saw a white and teal clad brunette coming your way.     Your body tensed up, recognizing him as Futakuchi Kenji, one of the boys who had saw your plump body in only a towel the night before. Your throat closed up momentarily, and you forced yourself to swallow your nerves. You faced the boy, calmly, raising an eyebrow at him.     “Yes?”     “Hey,” he said, with a slight hesitance that you don't think anyone else would have noticed.     “If this is about last night,” You cut him off before he could speak again, “Just know that I wasn't walking around in a towel because I felt like being a weirdass, it was because of the fuckin' Johzenji boys. They snuck into the girl's locker room and stole me and my friend's clothes. I went to go get us new ones.”     Kenji blinked at you, completely blank for a moment, before his eyes opened wide.     “Wait, they did what now?! Have you reported it- or done like, anything?!”    “Nope.”     “No?!”     “Nah, I'd rather get my revenge than get them kicked out.” You explained calmly, not even looking the brunette in the eyes anymore. Your hands focused on the Nekoma uniforms you were folding, but Futakuchi didn't take the hint and leave.     “What are you gonna do to them?”     “I...” You paused. “I want to give them a taste of their own medicine, but.. I'm scared of getting caught. The other girls they pranked wont help me, I'm sure.”    “I'll help you.”     “Huh!?” Awe was imminent, which only made Kenji grin more.     “You wanna get their clothes out from under their noses, right? Well, I'll make it easy for you, and I'll do it tonight while they're bathing.”    “Wait, why would you do that?” You questioned, not taking this act of “chivalry” lightly.     “Well- I- Um..” Kenji began to stutter, trying to explain himself without giving out his true intentions. “It would be fun! Seeing those idiots running around like chicken's with their heads cut off! Yeah, haha!”     You put down Lev's uniform, giving Kenji your full attention. “You'll seriously risk getting kicked out of camp for a stupid revenge scheme?”     “On one condition.”    You knew it. Your defenses raised- he wants to see you naked- or worse, wants you to get the other girls to be naked for him. What if his condition is even worse- that he'll do it if you fuck him!? You were already growling, ready to destroy this boy for even daring to say something so stupid to you.     “Go on a date with me.”     Okay, not what you were expecting.     “Huh?” Your head tilted, eyes going as wide as saucers. The boy smirked at you, a small blush tinting his cheeks.     “You heard me. If I do this for you, you have to go on a date with me.”     “That's... That's it?”     “That's it.”     You bit your lip, surprised and flustered and everything in between. The options rumbled around in your head, but your brain couldn't decide on what was the most logical thing to do, so your voice picked for you.     “Deal.”

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Freak Storm

Title: Freak Storm

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared

Word Count: 3665

Summary: Jensen and Jared find themselves somewhere unknown yet very familiar. 

Warnings: Some Explicit Language, Smut, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Implied more sex, Confused!Jensen and Jared, maybe Crack? or not? 

A/N: This is was written for @bamby0304‘s 4k Fourth Wall Smash Challenge! Congrats on the milestone! You are such an amazing and talented writer and storyteller! You deserve it! My prompt was prompt 1: “Are you Drunk?” It will be in bold. 

Also, I am a Wife Supporter. Just for the sake of fanFICTION Jensen and Danneel are not together.

Disclaimer: Gif not mine.

Jensen and Jared were driving home after quite an eventful Supernatural party. Jared was in the passenger seat while Jensen did the driving. It started out as a beautiful night, stars twinkling high in the night sky, but when they got out of the venue, the rain was really coming down, and thunder could be heard in the distance. In this sort of weather, Jensen and Jared couldn’t wait to get back home. It looked like it was going to be ugly.

As they drove, they were laughing about something that happened at the party, something pertaining to Jared messing with Misha, when their car was struck by lightening. Both men screamed, Jensen slamming on the breaks. By the time they opened their eyes, they were stopped in the middle of an empty road, and it was bright out with no rain. They had no idea where the hell they were.

“Jared, you okay?” Jensen asked, his voice sounding a little distracted.

“Uh… yes?” Jared replied, unsure if he was or not. “Is it just me or is…”

“No, I see it too. What the hell?” Jensen drove a little further down the road and pulled into a Motel parking lot, killing the engine. When he stepped out, he jumped, a little surprised to see that he had just gotten out of the Impala. “Whoa!” He yelped. “Where’s my truck?!”

“What are you talking about?” Jared asked, getting out of the truck, until he noticed that it wasn’t a truck.

“You’re joking right?” Jared chuckled. “Is this a prank?”

Dean was about to answer, when one of the motel room’s door swung open. “Dean, Sam! You guys are back? That didn’t take long. Where’s the food?” You came trotting out of the room, peering into the Impala seeing no food at all. “What the hell guys? I thought you said you were getting food?!” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“What did you just call us?” Jared asked with uncertainty. If he heard you correctly, then he’d be extremely amused. “Did you just call us Sam and Dean?” He chuckled. “And who are you, Y/N?” Jared joked.

Jensen and Jared knew you. You played Y/N in their show, but outside of the show, you were his. You were his girlfriend. If things went right, you’d be his fiancé.

“Very funny,” Jensen laughed, walking over to you and planting a loving kiss on your lips. Suddenly, you shoved him away from you, completely freaked out.

“Dean!” You shouted. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” You were wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“Dean? Why are you calling me Dean?” Jensen asked thoroughly confused. “And why are you dressed like that?”

“Dressed like what? This is how I always dress when I’m not out hunting or facing the public,” you snapped, crossing your arms over you chest. “What are you trying to say, Winchester?”

Jared looked at you with wide eye, before flashing his attention to his best friend. He had no idea what the fuck was going on. He didn’t want to say anything in chances that he’d get on your bad side, because if your temper was like the character you played on the show, he knew he’d get his ass kicked.

“Hunting? W-Winchester? What the hell? Are you drunk? I know you had a few to drink but are you really that drunk?” Jensen asked. “How much exactly did you have to drink at the party?”

“Party, what party? Dude! You said you guys were going to get breakfast. You’ve been gone for three hours, and then you come back dressed up like douche bags with these ridiculous suits! Where the hell have you been?”

Jensen and Jared were speechless. No – they just literally had no idea what to say or how to go about their current situation. All they knew was that they were at a Supernatural party, then were on their way home, got caught in a storm, there was a flash of light, and next thing they knew, the weather is clear and bright, and it was like they were caught in a scene that screamed Supernatural. Not to mention, you, Jensen’s girlfriend was acting like your character on the show. The girl who Dean constantly flirts and hits on, but never gets the time of day. AND… the icing on the cake… they had gotten out of the Impala!

The you Jensen really knew, has laid in his bed countless amount of times, cuddling, touching, kissing, and so much more. And with all the confusion, all he wanted was to hold you. To hang on to something familiar, but even that was not an option, not when you were acting like the character you played in the show.

“What’s wrong with you guys?” You questioned when they just stared back at you like confused puppies. “What was the last thing you remember? You queried.

“Honestly… Jared and I were driving back home when the truck… I think we got struck by lightening, and now we’re here,” Jensen revealed.

“Jared? Who the hell is Jared? Sam, what the hell is Dean going on about?” You turned to the taller of the two.

“Uh… well,” he cleared his throat, “I’m Jared. And this is Jensen,” Jared pointed.

Your stare was unreadable, skeptical orbs switching back and forth to each of the men in front of you before speaking once again. “Do you think I’m an idiot?” You hissed. “Jensen and Jared? Are you serious. Are you guys in the middle of some case I don’t know about, pretending to be lovers? Because that’s what it sounds like. I mean hey, if that’s how it has to be for the job, then I get it. I don’t judge.”

Jensen and Jared were at a loss for words again. They had just been insulted but didn’t know how to react.

“Jared, I think we got into a bad accident and this is all in my head. I’m probably at the hospital right now, and having this nightmare,” Jensen whispered.

“Then I guess we’re having the same nightmare,” Jared replied.

“What the hell?” You questioned, listening to them.

“Listen to me, I think something happened,” Jensen spoke. “My name is Jensen Ackles and this is my friend Jared Padalecki. We’re actors and we play Dean and Sam on a show called Supernatural.”

“Jensen Ankles? Jared Padaleski? Supernatural? Wait… Supernatural as in… like Chucks dumb books?”

“What? N-no! Help me out here Jared!” Dean smacked Jared’s chest.

“Oh, uh… um…”

“Yeah, Jared, help him out,” you mocked.

“Uh…” Jared had no idea what the hell to say. “Um, well… I think, maybe… if I know this show, which I do, I think Jensen and I did some sort of… I don’t know. I think we’ve got thrown into a different universe. A different world.”

Jensen’s brows raised into his hairline in disbelief.

“What?” You and Jensen asked in unison.

“Think about it! In the show we did an episode called The French Mistake where the angels threw Sam and Dean into this weird alternate universe. That could be what’s happening right now, except switched.” Jensen and you were having trouble believing it, but you were open to anything. Monsters, Demons, and Angels exists, so why would this be any exception to the weird you have had to deal with?

“Fine. If you really are from a different universe, what happened to my Sam and Dean?” You asked.

“I don’t know,” the man that looked like Sam answered.

You let out a deep sigh, ushering the boys into the motel room. They sat down at the small circular table, while you took a seat on the bed. “So… tell me…” you started.

“Anything you want to know, we’ll answer,” Jensen spoke.

“Okay… In this world that you’re from… am I there too?” You asked.

Jared chuckled, while Jensen glared at him.

“Yeah you are,” Jensen answered.

“And you’re his girlfriend,” Jared confessed.

Your eyes nearly popped out their sockets, your face twisting into pure terror. “Me and Dean? Hell no! Never!” You protested.

“Not you and Dean, you and Jensen. Dean is the character he plays.” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of Sam’s mouth… or Sam’s look alike. What was his name again? Jackson?

“Yeah, you and me, we’re two peas in a pod,” Jensen jumped in. “In our world, we’re in love.”

“That’s hard to believe. Dean is an ass. An annoying and infuriating ass.”

If Jared could recall, he remembered reading the new script. In the script, Sam finds out that you have a giant crush on Dean. So with a smirk, Jared looks to you. “Don’t lie, Y/N.”

You and Jensen turned to the long haired man. “What would I lie about?”

“In our world, we’re actors. We play Sam and Dean, which means we have scripts of what happens next, and I had happened to read the new script, and it says that you reveal to Sam that you’re in love with Dean. So all this big talk you got going, is a bunch of crap. You love Dean, admit it. You love him, and all that angry façade is just your way of hiding the fact. And maybe you’re also a little pissed because Dean always flirts with other girls. And spoiler alert, Dean’s been pining over you since you appeared on the show.”

Your face was completely red, stunned at the information you were just given. None of it made any sense, but at the same time… was he telling the truth? What even was real right now? These guys looked like Sam and Dean, but everything they were talking about was… you don’t even know how to describe it. It was all just really weird!

This Jared guy practically read you like a book, and now he was telling you the man you were secretly in love with was actually in love with you too? What?

“You guys are nut jobs…” you gritted, standing up hesitantly from the bed. In a flash, you drew your weapon, pointing it in the direction of the imposters. “What really are you and what have you done with Sam and Dean. And you better make it believable before I shoot both of you between the eyes. Also—silver bullets. So shapeshifters be damned.”

Jensen and Jared stood from their seats, hands up, and fear in their eyes. “Please, we’re telling you the truth,” Jensen promised.

“Prove it,” you snapped.

“How?” Jared asked.

“I don’t know. Just prove it! And if I were you, I’d make it quick!” You were serious, and both men could tell that you were.

Suddenly, Jensen burst into laughter, Jared looking at him with bewilderment. “You got us,” he managed to say between laughs. “Me and Sammy here were just messin’ with ya.”

Now that was a truth you could believe in.

Your body instantly slumped at the new information. “You guys are fucking assholes,” you lowered your gun. “I could have shot you!”

“But you didn’t, so what’s the matter?” Jensen asked, sounding a lot like Dean. That’s when Jared picked up what his co-star was trying to do.

“Sorry, Y/N. I told Dean it was a bad idea.” Jared joined.

“I’m surprised you even agreed to it in the first place,” you grumbled, dropping onto the bed, your short shorts ridding up between your ass cheeks. Jensen glanced over at Jared, noticing him stare elsewhere, which made him a little more at ease.

“Hey, Y/N, why don’t you put on some actual clothes.” You turned your head to Jensen, looking at him incredulously.

“Why? You guys has seen me in way less. Besides, I’m comfortable,” you pouted.

“Just… just put on some pants, would ya?” Jensen barked.

“Geez, what crawled up your ass and died?” Jensen just glared, eventually getting you to throw on some pants.

“Happy?”

“Very,” he smirked, Dean’s signature smirk, and you rolled your eyes.

“Well, I’m going to get some food since you guys decided to play dress up instead.” With that said you left.

Once the door closed, Jensen and Jared started to panic. They had no idea what was happening, how it was happening, and if all of it was even for real. And if it was, how were they going to get back to their reality?

“What the fuck is happening right now?!” Jared whisper-shouted, taking extra precaution in case you could hear them.

“Your guess is as good as mine. I have no idea!” Jensen replied, just as panicked.

“Gen is going to freak if I don’t get home!”

“You’re not the only one who is going to have women problems if they don’t get home,” Jensen reminded.

“We’re screwed man! What are we going to do?” Jared sank back onto the chair, running his hands down his face.

“Hey, c’mon. We’ll figure it out,” Jensen soothed, placing his hand on his distraught friend. After a moment of silence and thinking, Jensen thought of something. “Hey. If we really are in the Supernatural verse, then do you think if we hit the lore books we could find a way to get back home?” Jensen asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe?” His companion replied, not too thrilled.

“Doesn’t hurt to try, right?”

“I guess.”

When you returned, both boys were on the laptops – Sam on his and Dean on yours. “What are you guys looking at?” You questioned when they didn’t acknowledge your return, dropping an oil soaked bag onto the table. “Eat up!”

“Uh, thanks Y/N,” Jensen smiled, “But we’re not hungry.”

You gave him a funny look. “You’re not hungry?” You reiterated, placing your hand on his forehead.

“Yeah. And I’m not sick either,” he swatted your hands, imitating Dean.

“If you say so. Anyways, what are you look at?” You asked again, leaning over Jensen’s shoulder. You were so close that he could smell your body wash. You smelled the same as his girlfriend, which put him slightly at ease. If only he could just be wrapped in you. That’s what he needed right now; the comfort of his beautiful girlfriend. “Alternate universe phenomenon? Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. Now if you’re not gonna help, why don’t you do something else that could be useful?” Jensen snapped.

“Like what?” You gapped.

“Hey you know what?” Jared spoke, his Sam tone on point. “I’m going to book us another night, and then I’m going to hit up the library. Call me if you need anything.” And with that, Jared folded up his laptop, shoving it in his bag, and left, leaving you and Jensen behind.

“Ugh.” You groaned, falling onto the bed, your shirt riding up, leaving your stomach in view. Jensen licked his lips thinking about all the times he’s kissed down your torso, before he got to his delicious little… “So what now?” You asked, interrupting his train of thought. “I’m bored.”

“Hell would I know?”

You rolled your eyes. I should have gone with Sam.”

“No one is stopping you Sweetheart.”

“Don’t sweetheart me! I’m not one of your floozy skanks.”

“You got that right,” he smirked. Jensen knew your character. Hell, you and Dean had this love-hate relationship. You and Dean, on the exterior, couldn’t stand each other, but deep inside, each of you craved to be with one another. At least that’s how the show was written.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You sat up from the bed, eyes throwing daggers.

“It means whatever you want it to mean.”

“What are your trying to say? That I’m not attractive?” You scoffed. “Dean Winchester, you wouldn’t be able to handle all of this.”

“Is that so? I think I could definitely handle a girl like you and then some.”

You scowled at him, standing off the bed and swaying over to him. You stood behind him, placing your hands on the table on either side of him, caging him in. “In your dreams Winchester.” Before you could pull away, Jensen caught your wrists. He needed you. He needed his girlfriend now, even if it would be the character she played. Where ever he was, he was Dean, so he was going to play the part.

Jensen shot up from his seat, and before you knew it, all the wind was knocked out of you. Dean’s lips were on yours and it felt—absolutely amazing. Your arms found their way around his neck, your hands buried in his hair, tugging every now and then as his tongue explored your mouth.

For Jensen, you smelled like you, you sounded like you, and you tasted like you. Everything was familiar and comforting. “Fuck, I need you,” he murmured as he broke the kiss.

“I’m right here,” you breathed.

Jensen didn’t waste any time, literally tossing you onto the bed. His eyes were full of hunger and it made your pussy throb with excitement. Sam was right, you had been pining over the older Winchester for years, but had never acted on it. But now… you weren’t about to turn down an opportunity.

Practically caught in a trance, you weren’t sure when Dean, who was actually Jensen, took off yours and his clothes. All you knew was that you were both naked and the fire inside you went wild. You needed him bad. You needed him now.

“Dean—” you whimpered.

“I got you, Sweetheart,” he mumbled against your neck where he had been leaving little love bites.

His lips trailed over your jaw, giving you a short, yet sensual kiss before making his way to your chest, where he paid some attention, taking hard sucks followed by light nibbling at each of your hardened nubs. He then continues lower, finding his usual path, leaving open mouth kisses down your stomach, all the way down to the hem of your jeans.

He looked up at you then, gorgeous emerald orbs meeting yours. Your breath was hitched in your throat as he watched you watch him descend lower, his head now between your legs. God, you wanted him bad. You bit your bottom lips with anticipation.

Jensen smirked before kissing your clit. The sudden contact made you twitch, much to Jensen’s delight. Even as Y/N, he knew the ins and outs of his girlfriend. He knew you were sensitive, and he was going to play with that knowledge until you were begging him to fuck you.

Kitten lick after kitten lick, he toyed with your sweet cunt, enjoying your little mewls and whimpers. “Please,” you begged, but he ignored you, continuing his torturously slow onslaught. It didn’t take long for him to exaggerate his strokes, flattening his tongue to lap up your slick. You squirmed, causing Jensen to hook his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place.

“So sensitive,” he teased seductively, before finally latching onto your clit, sucking and licking expertly.

Your back arched off the bed dramatically, almost to the point of pain. Your eyes had rolled to the back of your head, and you wondered if you were going to pass out by the simplest of pleasures.

“Fuck!” the word came out shaky.

He wasn’t wrong. You had always been sensitive, even with other men, but with Dean… right now…everything felt like it was on overdrive. No man had ever made you feel such a way, and there was no denying it. All it took was just a taste and you were forever addicted. As Jensen worked your clit with his mouth, he inserted his middle finger into your pussy, easily adding a second. You cried out at the welcomed intrusion, and you screamed when he curled his fingers just right, instantly finding your g-spot.

“D-Dammit,” you hissed, completely overtaken. There was no way you would ever get used to this. “Dean!” You shouted as you came undone. Your legs shook and body twitched from the momentous pleasure anyone has ever given you.

“We’re not done yet, Y/N. Open those legs wider for me, baby.” You followed as ordered, spreading your legs wider and exposing your soaking cunt. “So fucking beautiful. So perfect.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you took the time to appreciate the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. Hard muscles under taught flesh, freckles littering everywhere. If anyone was perfect, it was him.

“Fuck me already,” you breathed, needing everything he had to offer.

Not needing to be told twice, Dean plunged his cock inside of you, not stopping until he was bottomed out. The high pitched moan escaped your lips, filling the room when everything went black.

“No. No, no, no, no!” Jensen shouted when everything started to fade.

He jolted up into a seated position, frantically searching around the room he was in. He was in his room, in his bed… Suddenly you came rushing through the door that lead to the bathroom, hair soaking wet and body wrapped in nothing but a towel.

“Jensen! Is everything okay?” You scurried over to him, cupping his face in your delicate hands.

“N-no. I was having a dream…”

“Was it bad?” you asked, genuinely worried.

“N—no. It was a good one, and then I started to wake up. I didn’t want to,” he confessed, and you gave him a confused look.

“Yeah? What was it about?” You were too curious not to ask.

“I was about to…” his cheeks began to heat up and you instantly had an inkling to what he was going to say.

“Jensen Ackles, were you having a naughty dream?” You teased. Jensen cleared his throat. “Who was it with this time? Me or Y/N?” It didn’t really matter to you, considering you were the same person.

“Y/N…” Jensen confessed.

You smirked down at him, getting off of the bed to stand up straight. “Well… it doesn’t have to end,” you winked, dropping your towel.

Jensen groaned, eyes rolling before he reached out for you and pulled you into him.

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Say Something Nice Here

[squirrelly831]

Surprising Him [Baekhyun and Chanyeol]

Enjoy~

Baekhyun

Jordyn couldn’t sleep when she decided to text her friend, Baekhyun. She needed so kind of company even if it wasn’t face to face. She sent her quick text to check if Baekhyun was awake only for, milliseconds later, her phone to ring. She adjusted herself in bed, lay on her stomach with a pillow outstretched under her chest to her head, and she accepted the call.

Baekhyun sleepily grinned at her as he curled up in his own bed. “Couldn’t sleep?” He rubbed his tired eyes and Jordyn frowned.

“I’m sorry” his eyebrow rose, “I woke you up.”

His husky voice echoed as he let out a low chuckle, “How can I sleep knowing my sleeping beauty was suffering?” He had his phone on silent through the night, but he excluded her from that. He made sure his phone rang no matter what time of day it was for him. He’d never tell her that of course. He watched as she twirled her ringlet that slipped from her night cap. “Rough day?”

Jordyn hummed a sad reply. Her eyes watered. She pressed her face to the pillow as she tried to hold in her tears. Baekhyun sat up more alert than before, “Hey, baby girl talk to me.”

She rubbed her nose as she looked up at Baekhyun, “Am I ugly?” She shook her head, “Never mind, I’m asking my best friend. Of course you’d say yes.”

“Why are you asking me that?” There was an angry undertone in his voice. He didn’t get upset about a lot of things, but hearing Jordyn talk poor of herself was one thing he hated.

She shook her head, “Office talk…” She let out a pitiful laugh, “The guys discussed our best looking girls and rated them… I came in last… It’s so stupid that I’m worried about their ratings, but they said I would be better if I wasn’t so dark.”

Baekhyun’s jaw clenched as he bit back any remarks towards herself loathing. “Who cares what those idiots think? They are obviously blind to your beauty.” He sucked in a breath, “It works out better for me because they’re too stupid to realize how perfect you are.”

“Why does that work out for you?”

Baekhyun’s eyes slightly widened as he realized what he said, “I-I mea-meant, as a fr-friend, yea.” He cleared his throat as his eyes ventured off camera.

“You’re lying!” Jordyn gasped as she pulled her pillow to her. “Your eyes are shifting. Why are you lying to me?” There was a tinge of hurt in her voice, “I didn’t know we still had secrets between us…”

Baekhyun let out a frustrated chuckle as he raked his fingers through his hair, “Really? Should I just be honest and kiss you to show you how much I love you? Or tell you how much I want to be with you as your boyfriend and not some best friend.” Jordyn fell silent and Baekhyun shook his head with disappointment, “Yea, that’s what I thought. And you wonder why I keep secrets… I gotta go. Sorry, I can’t stay up with you longer.” He ended the call before Jordyn had the opportunity to respond.

The next morning, the moment Jordyn woke up, she reached for her phone only to see no notifications from Baehkyun. No ‘good morning angel’ or any messages about the night before. She dropped her hand and phone on the bed as she grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. Jordyn was pissed. How could her best friend just confess and then just hang up before she had the time to confess back? She kicked off her comforter and jumped out of bed. She was going to give him a piece of her mind.

Jordyn stormed through SM’s doors and went straight to the dance studio she knew he would be at with his group members. She could hear the music outside the door, but could care less as she shoved the door in and sought for him. When she caught sight of him mid-dance, she walked through. The boys noticed her, stopped, and moved out of her war path as she came face to face with her best friend. Baekhyun looked like a deer in headlights as he saw the fire in her eyes.

“Jordyn” Baekhyun stuttered. “I know you’re pissed, bu–”

Jordyn pulled him by his shirt, pressed her lips to his, and earned cries and gasps of shock from the boys behind her. Except one, who sounded just like Jongdae say FINAL-FUCKING-LY.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened as he felt her lips on his. Never had he ever imagine her lips to feel so perfect against his. He kissed her back and he let out a stifled groan. This was something he only dreamed about.

Jordyn broke the kiss and glared at him, “Surprised?” He nodded with a large grin on his face. “Good! That’s what you get for just confessing then hanging up on me.” She huffed and she turned away. She stormed out of the studio leaving the members and Baekhyun in shock.

His grin fell as he watched her leave. “Wait, babe! Hold on!” Baekhyun stammered as he rushed after Jordyn in a panic not noticing the smirk on her lips.

Chanyeol

Dating Chanyeol didn’t come easy especially for Alexia who was not Korean nor an idol. She didn’t understand how fans were different in Korea than her home country. One thing she learned was that, fans did not take it lightly when an idol dated. Especially when the idol is from a big group like EXO and the significant other was just some foreigner who “had no business with an idol”. Alexia didn’t plan one their relationship to enter the media, but by accident on the eve of their two year they were spotted. The fans were pissed to say the least. Everywhere on the internet had comments about them. Alexia had to deactivate her instagram, facebook, and twitter as haters began to attack her verbally.

Alexia stared down at the pregnancy test in her hand in horror. The timing couldn’t get any worse. She wished the plus sign she reviewed was just her seeing double vision, but as she threw it on top of three other tests in the trash that also had plus signs. She broke in tears as the idea of being pregnant scared her. Alexia hadn’t told Chanyeol about the hate and death threats she had gotten online from his fans. Now, she couldn’t figure out how she could tell him that she was pregnant. Her hand fell on her stomach as she tried to figure out what to do next.

One day, all the pent up stress got to Alexia. She came home from work to see nothing out of place which meant Chanyeol still didn’t come home. She chewed on her bottom lip as she felt her anger rise. It was the fifth day since Chanyeol came back to their shared apartment and he barely answered her texts. She pulled out her phone and dialed Chanyeol’s number.

“Hey love!” He greeted her like he usually did.

“Why aren’t you home?” She asked calmly.

Chanyeol stretched and let out a groan, “I’ve been at the dorms. It’s just easier to travel to and from work.”

Alexia let out a hah, “Really? Then just stay there. Take your shit and move back!” She snapped.

“Whoa!” Chanyeol’s tone echoed his shock, “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is my boyfriend rather go to the dorm then to come home or even bother to pick up his phone.” She tugged at her hair, “I don’t get why I’m still with you when I feel like the only one who actually gives a damn about us!”

“Wait–Alexia that’s not how this is” Chanyeol’s breath quickened as he rushed to the front door “Look, I can come home now and we–”

“NO!” She screamed “Just go to hell. Don’t come home.” She hung up her phone and flung it on the couch as she fell to her knees beside it. She pressed her face in the cushion and screamed into it as she pounded on it.

That night and the next week, Chanyeol stayed away from Alexia. He didn’t approach her, text her, or call her.

Alexia knew she screwed up. She knew she did, but she couldn’t get herself to text him first. Maybe splitting was the best thing for them. Her hand fell to her stomach as she thought of raising the child alone. Her phone went off distracting her from her thoughts as she answered it, “Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Oh, Junmyeon. It’s you…”

He chuckled, “Don’t sound too disappointed. Are you busy?”

“No, what’s up?”

“It’s Chanyeol…” Alexia’s voice caught in her throat hearing his name. “I know you’re mad at him. I don’t know why, but– I’m just worried about him.” When she didn’t reply, Junmyeon continued, “He’s been in the studio since the night you told him to stay away. He hasn’t come back and he won’t talk to us–”

Alexia’s eyes watered, “I understand. I’ll go talk to him…” She hung up before Junmyeon could respond. She decided to cook Chanyeol a meal before she headed out to meet him. Alexia knew she needed to be honest with him. She couldn’t keep snapping and hiding all that’s wrong with her.

When Alexia entered the studio and Chanyeol saw her, he was shocked. It wasn’t a birthday surprise or a you’re-here  shock, but a fuck-am-I-about-to-die shock. Chanyeol was prepared for her to kill him, “I’m sorry.” He said quickly.

“I should be apologizing…” Sheh held up the bag of food as a white flag, “I brought your favorite.” He gave her a small smiled and pulled over a chair for her to sit.

As they ate, Chanyeol broke the silence, “Lexi, what happened? Were you really mad just because I was at the dorm?”

Alexia put down her chopsticks as if prepared for him to ask her that, “I can’t explain it… I just got overwhelmed and took out on you.”

“Overwhelmed about what?” Alexia’s eyes began to water and she wiped her tears before they fell. Chanyeol leaned in front of her, his food forgotten, “Baby, you have to talk to me.”

She cringed at the name. “I’m pregnant…”

“Wha?” His mouth fell open, “Is it mine–wait no! Of course it is! That’s not what I meant!”

He immediately panicked causing Alexia to laugh, “I know… Relax.”

He let out a relieved sigh, “I’m happy about this honestly!” He took her hands in his, “But there is something else, isn’t there?”

Alexia’s smile fell as she looked away from him, “I’ve been dealing a lot with hate and death threats from the fans… Since they found out about us…”

Chanyeol’s eyes darkened. His fingers twitched, “What?” His voice was low. “Death threats? From who?” She shook her head and shrugged. He felt his anger rise as he thought of what she must have gotten, “Where did it happen?”

“Only online… I deactivated all my sns accounts due to it… I just couldn’t handle it. Then the thought of being pregnant in the middle of it and I snapped at you…” She shook as she felt her tears fall, “I’m sorry, Chanyeol. I should have just talked to you.”

Chanyeol took her hands in his, “Yea, you should have told me sooner, but it’s fine. We’ll handle it together. First, I’ll make a public announcement about the death threats. Then…” He kissed her knuckles drawing her attention to him, “We can discuss the idea of getting married. Okay? You aren’t doing this alone.” Alexia nodded before she took her hands from his and hugged him. Chanyeol hugged her back tightly and let out a breath now that everything was finally gook between them. “Can I come home now? I miss waking up beside you…”

Alexia let out a giggle, “Please come home with me… I miss you.”

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Summary:

“When did the mark show?” Jason asked.

“I got it when I was born, they must’ve been older than me.” “That must be.” “Do you want to have a soul mark too one day?” Jason doesn’t hesitate, “No.”

or, Tim has a soul mark, Jason doesn't.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 1 

Word Count : 4k

As a 12-year-old boy, Jason should’ve been in bed by now. But being a 12-year-old boy on the poor side of Gotham, rules like that don’t apply to him.

Meeting fellow kids roaming these streets doing suspicious things is common, but none of those kids actually fortunate enough to have a camera that pristine looking. That’s when Jason spots a little boy, can’t be older than 10, snooping between the alleys. Clothes too tidy and smelling too nice to be a kid from around here.

On the little boy’s sight is –holly mackerel- a batmobile!

“Hey, you’re gonna swipe that?” Jason says to the boy, who jumps a foot back right away, holding his camera protectively.

“I can’t give you this camera!” the boy stammers.

“I don’t steal from other kids, I was talking about that,” Jason nods to the fancy car’s direction.

The kid looks at the fancy car, then at Jason, then at the car again then at Jason with even a more twisted look like Jason’s crazy.

“You’re about to steal the batmobile???”

“Nah, just the tires.”

“Wha—No!”

“Well, I gotta eat, and you can’t stop me.”

“Wait! It’s armed, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Hm, armed huh? If it’s a vigilante’s car, then at least it got motion sensors.”

“Yo-You’re right, it’s about around two-meter radius,” he informed.

Jason looks at the little pip-squeak in a smirk, “Now you’re helping me?”

The kid is just as surprised, then he mulls over it before shrugging.

“It’s not deadly, it’ll just send a signal to Batman. Plus, I bet he must have a lot of spare tires. So, get that bread,” the kid nods, then smiling mischievously, “If you can.”

Jason scoffed, “Oh, it’s on.”

Jason grabbed his box of tools and walks in, moving his feet quickly and stops, then another feet then stops, mimicking the movement of a mouse, and Jason knows exactly how those nightmare rodents move. The sensors can’t possibly alert every movement, not in this part of the city where small creatures and rodents are an epidemic.

When he finally reaches the car, no alarm triggered and alive. He quickly works with the tires and takes it off in record time. He walks back to the little alley with the heavy and sweet tire on his shoulder. He drops it beside the kid’s face who has a hanging jaw. Jason bows and waves his hand.

“Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here next week!”

“Will you?” the kid asked excitedly.

Something about the little kid’s cute face, his face is clear and pale, making the blush on his face pops out... that it makes Jason smile.

“Of course, since it’s my turf, but first, you’re gonna tell me why a rich toddler like you doing in this part of town.”

“Toddl- wha- I’m 12! I’m no toddler!”

Jason is perplexed to hear that too, “There’s no way a small kid like you is the same age as me!”

The kid lands a punch on Jason’s arms, and it only felt like a flutter more than a punch. His cheeks puffed angrily and Jason feels like he could squee, the kid looks like a little hamster.

“I’m twelve!” the kid declared again, now in fury.

“Alright alright, you’re twelve,” Jason raise his hands in surrender, “Still, you’re not from around here, are you? I don’t think you should be here.”

Because with that cute itty bitty face, soft-looking hair and big blue eyes, predators or human traffickers or pedophiles would kidnap him in a flash.

Not that Jason never brushed against the risk, not that he feigns ignorance from the disappearing of fellow pickpockets around his age.

“Well, you can’t stop me! I’ve been going here since I was 9! And I’m fine,” the kid counters with puffed chest and confidence.

Jason doesn’t hide his mortified awe for the little kid. Nine fucking years old around these parts, alone, in the middle of the night, and still alive. That is idiotic and suicidal, but he’d be lying if he doesn’t admit that this kid is a mad lad with balls of steel.

Other privileged kids wouldn’t even walk these roads in daylight just by the sight of the hobos, prostitutes, drug dealers, drug users passed out on the streets, and the smell of something that just died.

“Stop you?” Jason chuckled, “Nah, if you been doing this since you’re 9, you earn my respect.”

He put an arm around the small frame, his fresh smell of baby powder feels comforting and a stark difference from the stench around him.

“Now, you gonna tell me what you’ve been doing and how you’ve been doing it, because I don’t believe in miracles that you survive here that long.”

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The kid’s name is Tim, Tim Drake, that Tim Drake as in the millionaire. A millionaire kid going to the most crime-infested part of town. If he had met someone other than Jason, man, Tim with that cute face would’ve been kidnapped as soon as a predator sets eye on him.

It’s not that Jason cared, but he told Tim that Jason should accompany him when he’s out on crime alley... To steal more tires, of course for the tires, in case Tim ever bumped into the fancy car again.

Somehow that’s not the most shocking thing about Tim.

Oh god, Tim was not the badass rebellious prince from the city of lights that Jason had originally thought. Because why else a Drake would go wandering about at night at the most dangerous place of the most dangerous city? Jason admired Tim because he was a goddamn rebel despite that cute little innocent face and his privileged background.

Turns out the kid is just a furry fanatic.

“Batman is not a furry!” Tim screamed, bet he wakes up the whole neighborhood with that shrill voice.

“He dresses up a part animal and part man, that’s anthropomorphic enough to be considered a furry!”

Jason likes to mess with Tim, likes to see him flustered like this. All pouty and blushing. When he smiles, it’s like looking at a baby giggle. Soft, round and dangerously adorable that’ll make any person melt.

Tim takes off his jacket suddenly, for whatever reason it was. Maybe the exhaust from the air conditioner’s condenser on the rooftop they’re hanging out on is too warm for him.

A strange mark on his shoulder peeking through the neckline of his shirt, and Jason feels his heart hammered against his ribs.

“You... You have a soul mark??”

“Oh, this,” Tim looks over his shoulder, “Yeah, I do, you?”

Jason shakes his head. He looks at Tim meekly, “Can I see it?”

Tim looks taken back, and it makes Jason wants to retract his request, but then Tim pulls his neckline sideways till the base of his shoulder. The mark on Tim’s shoulder is a red outline of a diamond and a bird silhouette on the inside. It’s pretty big for a soul mark, almost as wide as a clenched fist.

A soul mark means that you have someone that’s destined for you and suppose to be perfect for you. That someone has the same soul mark in the same position as yours. Not everyone has them, but sometimes you don’t have them because they’re not born yet, or they had died.

“When did the mark show?” Jason asked.

“I got it when I was born, they must’ve been older than me.”

“That must be.”

“Do you want to have a soul mark too one day?”

Jason doesn’t hesitate, “No.”

+++++++++

Jason looks up to the sky that night, waiting for someone. The stench of oil still stuck on his body and mostly his hand even though he washes them clean. A vigilante drops to the ground in front of him. Dressed in a black and red bodysuit, and ‘R’ logo on his left chest, and a fluttering black cape. His black domino mask covered the eye area, perfectly following the silhouette of his face, it’s the new Robin.

“You’re not fooling anyone,” Jason said amusedly, and see the masked vigilante flash a cheeky smile.

“I suppose not.”

He’s still so little, but look at him go. With that smug smile, cart-wheeling like a champion gymnast, parkouring from building to building without fear and beating crimelords twice his size. Jason knew Tim was a badass the moment they met.

“You ready to go?” Tim asked.

“In your costume? Is your boss gonna like that?”

“Fuck Batman,” Tim suddenly snapped.

“Whoa, Timmy you good?”

“I’m fine!” Then two seconds passed, “I’m not,” he said softer this time.

Jason pressed his lips and frowned thoughtfully.                              

“You don’t have to tell me anything, let’s just eat?”

Tim lights up right away. He knows Tim is just as happy as him to hang out again. It’s been months since they see each other. They haven’t met for a while after Tim said he needed to be Robin.

They bought sloppy joes from Jason’s favosite stand because the vendor sells it dirt cheap. Tim, with all the new strength on his lanky arms, wrap Jason’s torso and lifts both of them up with a grapple to the top of the roof. Tim smiled smugly when Jason was surprised, amazed, and incredibly in disbelieve how Tim can just lift Jason up.

Jason is a bit bigger than Tim, though undoubtedly Tim must’ve gained strenght from the intense training, Jason is still heavier.

After sharing Jason’s awe to Tim and letting Tim boast about it, they sat by the edge of the roof. It takes Jason back to sit on the roof with Tim.

“I was worried about you,” Jason stated between bites, and it makes Tim stop and darts a look at Jason, “Scared the shit out of me the entire time you’re gone after you’re off to be... that.” Jason nods Tim’s way, looking at the entire suit.

“You? Scared? I never would’ve thought, you’re a pretty ballsy kid too,” Tim bites in the sloppy joe, and the filling spilled over to the side. “You didn’t look scared when I told you back then.”

“Because I know it’s pointless to try to stop you. You’re so dead set on it. Besides, you’re free to do whatever you want. Your life, your decisions, who am I to stop you?”

Jason muses to the time when Tim told him he wanted to be Robin because Batman is not ‘stable’ after the first one become Nightwing, whatever that means. Jason doesn't know why Tim should care about stuff like that, but Tim did, and that’s basically all there is to it for Jason to know.

Ever since Tim said he needed to be Robin, Jason was worried but mostly doubtful. But Jason has seen the glint in Tim’s eyes, filled with determination and resolve. Saying anything against it would’ve hurt Tim. So, Jason pretends that he’s not bothered by it.

“That’s the first time I heard that,” Tim said.

“Heard what?”

“Someone telling me to do whatever I want.”

Jason then hit by a realization that only struck now, becoming Robin must’ve been the one thing he wanted to do. Jason knew about his parents being strict about the family business and all, and how they often not in the house. Leaving little Tim alone in that big fancy house.

Well, technically Tim is not that little Tim he met the first time anymore. They’re grown up a little.

“Batman’s gotta be more chill though, right?”

“Ugh, he has even more rules for me to follow.”

“What? The rule-breaker himself? What a joke,” Jason playfully scorned.

“He said it’s for my own safety, but I don’t know, sometimes I think he’s just doesn’t trust me, or maybe I’m not as good as the first Robin and—Eek!”

Jason quickly gets a hold of Tim’s arm before his friend can finish that sentence. He’s glaring, but not at Tim nor is he the cause of it.

“You are, the most badass little brat I had ever met, and you’re scary smart and also a fast learner. If anything, maybe he’s afraid you’ll outsmart him!” Jason doesn’t mean to compliment, love him or hate him, he’s spitting facts.

“Yeah right,” Tim dismissed it, but his sheepish smile and the pink tint on his cheeks means that Jason’s words serve its purpose.

“Just give it time, Tim. You’re one strong-ass fucker,” Tim chocked on his bread and spits out a chunk from his mouth, but Jason continued, “And I bet he’ll see that soon, and he’ll be wrong to ever handicap you.”

Tim clears his throat. Now his face is all red, almost like his suit, “Wow, I didn’t know that’s how you see me.” Tim cracked a smile and bumps his shoulders with Jason’s

“Just saying the truth.” Jason glance away, chomping down on his joes.

“I think you’re cool too, Jay.”

Jason feels his ears burn at the nickname, it’s really been too long since they have met. Jason never forgets that name, but he never knew that he missed being called that name, how familiar it sounds with Tim’s voice, like a friendly call home. Nostalgic, safe, and so dear to him.

The night feels warm.

“Oh, I’m cool huh?” Jason accepts it, he knows he’s pretty cool.

“Mhm, at first I wanted to ask you to be Robin.”

“Me?” Jason says incredulously, “No way.”

“But it would’ve suit you so well! You’re strong, you’re street smart too.”

“Then why didn’t you ever ask me?”

“Because it’s not just a whim. It would’ve meant asking you to be a vigilante, risking your identity and adapting into a different life entirely. And it’s dangerous, and life-threatening, I don’t want to ask you to sacrifice yourself because of my wish, so, I did it myself.”

Tim puts it out simply, flatly, like a friggin’ walk in the park. But not to Jason, it hits him like tons of bricks from the fiftieth story that’s he should’ve seen coming. What Tim does is dangerous. Those supervillains won't see him as a kid, but an enemy. As strong and agile as Tim is, those monsters can easily snap Tim in two.

A shudder runs down his spine.

“If it’s that dangerous, then I should’ve stopped you too,” Jason beats himself over it.

“C’ mon, don’t say that now, you were so supportive a minute ago,” Tim joked.

But Jason snaps, “But you could’ve died! You could’ve gotten an injury and then...”

Stupid. Jason is so stupid sometimes. Why bother with that now? Why even say those things to Tim? Of course Tim knew the risk before taking that damned mantel.

Jason looks at Tim, his face is so young but his resolve and stubbornness of his choice makes him look way more mature than his age should’ve allowed. It’s not fair.

There’s nothing Jason could’ve done. This is the path that Tim chooses, along with many others that he will take. It’s a path different from where Jason is walking. It feels like that one day they’ll walk even further apart until they can’t see each other across the road anymore.

But what can Jason do?

“You better not die, or I will dig your grave, revive you, and then kill you myself.” Jason is joking, but mostly serious. His hands feel cold and clammy at the possibility of finding Tim’s death on TV.

Tim wraps his shoulders with a strong arm and a firm squeeze.

Tim doesn’t say anything, he’s just there. His pretty little head perched on his shoulder. His raven black hair is damp and smell of sweat, but there’s the faint smell of baby powder, and Jason feels calm because of it. They lean on each other until the night is too cold and Tim had to leave.

That itself speaks volumes.

Again, Jason couldn’t do anything to what Tim has chosen for himself, even though it will inevitability mean that they’ll be walking separate ways.

++++++++++++

“Boss, need anything else from me before I go?” Jason pulls his head from the car’s hood and closed it, seeing his boss just walked out of her office.

“No, you go ahead boy, I know it’s Friday,” she giggled knowingly.

The owner of the car repairs is a friendly old woman that looks like she would bake you cookies with milk while hearing your stories and give good advice. Mrs. Knope is not that at all.

She’s a capable mechanic with magical hands that can revive any vehicle there is. Jason learned a lot from her, also indebted to her a lot for giving him a place to stay and a place to work for the last two years and counting. She also can’t cook for shit, so Jason’s cooking might’ve earned him the job and place more than his skill.

Jason nods in gratitude her way and runs upstairs to his room to change into something cleaner.

Every Friday, he would meet with Tim, whether it’s as Red Robin or Tim Drake-Wayne, doesn’t matter to Jason, Tim is Tim no matter the alias and last name.

Tim bailed on him for a month now because of a case. Today is different though, Jason has to meet him today. It’s Tim’s birthday. Jason got a present for him that he’s been keeping for a while.

They met mostly at nights, maybe it’s a force of habits to do so.

But Jason doesn’t mind. He gets a bonus of Red Robin sometimes, and the night is quiet, fewer people would recognize the famous Drake-Wayne. They got their time for themselves.

“Hello stranger,” Tim snoops behind him when Jason is on the way to their usual diner. He’s getting good at quietly snooping around quietly.

“Hello yourself stranger.”

The diner is quiet at this hour. It opens 24 hours and it’s their favorite place to eat breakfast food at night because they serve breakfast lunch and dinner no matter when you order them.

Jason ordered a burger, Tim ordered pancakes with coffee.

Tim is usually very tired when they meet, hence the habit of always ordering coffee. But he’s been awfully gleeful since they walk in here.

“Okay, spill it out,” Jason said, rolling his eyes.

“No! You first,” Tim rejected, and his doe eyes open wide in anticipation.

What face is Jason making now that Tim said that? Well, not that he minded.

“Happy birthday, Timmy,” Jason pulls out a flat rectangle from the inside pocket of his jacket and slide it in front of Tim.

Jason thought Tim knew about his birthday, thought it was the reason why Tim is all giddy. But he froze in surprise to see the blue striped box laying on his part of the table.

He turns those clear blue eyes at Jason, who feels nervous now.

“Oh, damn, it is my birthday, I forgot!” Tim cheered and tears the wrappers to pieces.

Jason’s heart thumps when Tim finally sees inside the box, bracing for any reactions at all. Any.

Tim takes it out of the box. Those powerful fists that had cracked some bones unclench and lifts what’s inside and hold it out preciously.

It’s an old comic book. An old series that’s long discontinued. Tim had all the volumes, except one.

“Volume 16 Yu Yu Hakusho...” Tim whispered under his breath, and opened it not too wide, careful not to crease the area near the binding. Tim’s face went from disbelieving to a tearful smile.

Jason doesn’t understand what’s about the manga that Tim likes so much. It’s about a middle school student who died and came back to life and became a supernatural detective. Okay, he understands why Tim likes it, but not to a point to obsess over it enough to make his eyes all glassy in tears.

“How?” Tim says in overdramatic mirth, “How did you get this? I went far and wide and auction to auction but never got it.”

“Coincidence. I moved into my boss’ place, his grandson used to come over for the summer and left a bunch of stuff. I was tidying things up when I found that thing pressed between neglected homeworks. I asked my boss about it, and I bought it from the grandson.

“Oh man,” Tim hugs the comic book to his chest, “Thank you, this is awesome.”

Tim gave him the happiest gummy smile. It’s been a while since Jason gets to see Tim that way. He’s been drinking too much coffee and getting too wrapped up in his nightlife. Jason got a little heart attack whenever there’s a villain on the loose or an alien attack and see Red Robin pops in with young justice.

It’s no easy feat being a vigilante, Jason knew, but Tim’s a perfectionist, and that’s what Jason worries the most. He keeps his grades up, and somehow, now at 17 years old, he’s working at Wayne Inc. And then have a night job protecting people of a city with one of the highest crime rates? Unbelievable.

Tim is amazing, but Jason knows Tim is spreading himself too thin.

“You know...” Tim says, finally looking away from his comic, “My birthday is tomorrow actually.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t get to meet you tomorrow.”

“Why is that though?”

Oh yeah, why is that? Huh.

“Let's meet tomorrow and hang out then! Meet when the sun is out once in a while, sounds good?”

“Just the two of us?” is the air conditioner working? It suddenly feels warmer, damn global warming.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!”

Jason didn’t plan this, but his mind is already listing places he wants to take Tim tomorrow. He can’t help the smile creeping upon his face.

“Cool,” Jason says uncoolly.

“So, where do--” “About my--”

They said and stop simultaneously.

“Your turn, what about your news?” Jason rests his face on his hand, enjoying the blushing Tim all excited. His blue eyes twinkle like sunlight on the sea waves. Smiling carelessly with excitement showing his perfectly tidy teeth. Tim looks as happy as if he’s twelve again. Before the vigilante life, before adulthood, before his parents died. It makes Jason happy to see Tim happy.

Tim bites his lips and leans forward, putting his palm on the side of his lips like he’s about to say the biggest secret he has.

“I found my soulmate!” Tim cheered in a secretive whisper.

“Oh, dude that’s awesome! When?”

“Like a few weeks ago on this mission I just finished, it’s... but you have to keep it a secret okay?”

“I’m no tattletale, I’m bringing this to my grave, c’ mon spill so I can judge this person.”

Tim smiled offendedly at Jason’s joke, and leans forward even closer across the table and whisper to Jason’s ear.

“It’s Superboy.”

“That’s... You mean th-!”

“Sssh! Keep quiet,” Tim giggled like a lovestruck teen, wait, he is.

“How did you find out?”

“When we’re fighting a pack of robots, and his shirt torn open. And I was... gosh I think I froze for a second. We’ve been partners for years, we also had met at a gala when Bruce adopted me, multiple times! I practically knew him forever. I confessed right away. Bruce doesn’t like it for some reason, but whatever.”

“You took my advice huh?”

“Yup! I can do whatever I want. I like Superboy, he’s cool, and we get along well, and we’ve been dating for a few days now. And... he’s just really great.” Tim’s face melts into a blushing soft smile.

Jason smiles too.

“You look happy, Tim.”

Tim looks at Jason with his sincere blue eyes, with that bright smile directed at him, but not for him, “I am.”

They chat some more until Tim has to go home.

Then they walk to separate ways. Tim towards the city, and Jason to the dark alleys.

Jason waits for two hours. Text Tim that he can’t meet him because his boss needs him to work tomorrow urgently. Says his apologies. Says one more happy birthday. Says simple best wishes.

Then Jason lay on his bed. For a long time, he doesn’t fall asleep. Despite how tired he is, his mind cruelly up all night long, thinking of things he can’t change.

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Woke The F*ck Up- Chapter 9

September 29th, 2017

The week passed miserably slow. Kara had been looking forward to hopping on a plane and visiting her girlfriend. She was lucky that no one but Cat Grant figured out the mystery woman that Lena Luthor was seeing. It was everywhere though. For the first time, since her first album, Lena Luthor had an ongoing love interest. It was confirmed by Lena's Instagram with the photos from Kara's various trips, none actually showing Kara's face but enough to confirm that each was the same person. Kara, on the other hand, was slowly withdrawing from any form of media. She deleted her hardly used Facebook and Twitter then took down most the photos of herself or friends on Instagram. Searching for Kara Danvers mostly just brought up her MMA career and the charity fight she had recently won against Leslie Willis along with the CatCo article.

Friday night became take out Chinese and Winn coming over to hang out. Alex had a date with Maggie and said they were going to the gun range, which of course caused Kara to laugh but her sister couldn't be happier. The two crimefighters settle into the couch, Winn's high tech laptop running a program he invented to alert them of major crimes. Winn was scanning Netflix for something to watch while Kara searched for cash for the delivery person who should be there any minute.

“I got it,” Kara says when she hears the knock at the door. Winn grunts as he keeps his gaze fixated on the screen. Kara unlocks the door and opens it.

“Lena!” There she was, standing in Kara's doorway, in National City, in America.

“Surprise!” Lena smiles at Kara.

“But… how? I mean I thought… I thought you had a thing.”

“I did. Or I thought I did. Jess is sneaky. I didn't even know we were headed here until we touched down at the airport.”

“You have to give her raise,” Kara said, finally over her shock, and pulls Lena in for a kiss.

“Trust me, she is the most well paid personal assistant in the world,” Lena says after the kiss.

“Kara! Hurry up, I'm starving!” Winn calls from the living room.

“Is that Winn?”

“Yeah, we were going to hang out tonight.”

“Oh well, I shouldn't interrupt. You can just call me when you're done.”

“Are you crazy? I see Winn every day.” Kara firmly pulls Lena inside the apartment.

“Change of plans Winn. You're leaving.”

“Wha… Oh, hey Lena. Yup, I'm leaving.”

“Hey, Winn. Sorry to interrupt. What's that?” Lena indicates the laptop and the complicated program running. Green and black lines of code overlaying the city. Random bleeps of light pinging over the screen.

“Nothing, just a program I'm testing out. Okay, I'll see you later.” Winn hurriedly shuts the laptop and stuffs it in his bag.

“Here Winn, get yourself something to eat on the way home.” Kara hands him the cash she got for the delivery.

Winn leaves and the delivery boy is just on the other side. Before Kara can go hunt down more money, Lena is already pulling some out of her wallet. The couple digs into the food, sitting at the table, legs tangled under it and hands touching as they reach for various containers.

“I just can't believe you are here. I mean in National City.”

“Me either. But this is so much better than whatever interview or promotional thing Jess got me out of.”

After eating they cuddle up on the couch. Wrapped in each other. Innocent touches become far less so in the need for each other after several weeks apart. Kara's fingers were moving in Lena right there on the couch, Lena coming undone after weeks of near celibacy. She had tried to masturbate but nothing was working for her besides when she and Kara had spent some time speaking on the phone. Now, with Kara worshiping her body she knew why. Kara had ruined her because now this is what her body craved. The words of affirmation pouring out of Kara's mouth were exactly what Lena needed most.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” Kara whispers and Lena does, because she would buy the moon for Kara if she asked it. They are even still half-dressed as Kara lays on top of Lena on the surprisingly comfortable couch. Lena had only managed to get Kara's shirt off before Kara removed Lena's pants and went to work.

“Bed?” Lena asks.

“Yes, please. I'm exhausted.” Kara says sleepily.

“Well that wasn't what I was thinking but if you don't want to then we can sleep.”

“It's been a long week Lee. Honestly, I just want to hold you because I'm still not sure if this was real.” Lena laughs softly at the awe in Kara’s voice.

“Trust me, that orgasm was very real,” Lena says and Kara laughs too, then stands and helps Lena to her feet.

“Good to know. But I meant you being here. Well, this whole relationship and everything.” Kara pulls her from the couch and to her bed. Kara wraps herself around Lena like a Koala on a tree.

“Trust me. I think it's more surreal for me. I don't even know why I agreed to that first date. I don't date. Ever. But something in your eyes just begged me to say yes.”

“I think it was the great pick up line,” Kara mumbles, sleepily. Lena begins running her fingers through Kara's hair as she pillows her head on Lena’s breasts. They were just so soft.

“That might have been it. Or for once I knew someone wanted me for me. You wanted the messy hair and baggy sweatshirt. Not the professionally styled singer.”

“I think…” Kara yawns, “I think I prefer the sweatshirt.”

“Shhh… go to sleep. We have two whole days.” Kara squeezes Lena tight before letting her body relax, the comfortable weight of her settling on Lena.

**

September 30th, 2017

A ringing intrudes Kara ears and she groggily detaches herself from Lena and the warm bed. She stumbles through the dark and out of her bedroom. Her phone was on the kitchen counter, she peers at the caller and then the time, two a.m. It's Winn so it can only mean one thing.

“What is it?” Kara asks softly.

“Kara, they got James. I was on the phone with him while he was working on something. Then I heard a scuffle and the line went dead. I traced the phones last origin to a place I've been suspecting as a Cadmus base.”

“Shit. I told him… never mind this isn't the time. Send me the location. If he isn't dead I am seriously going to kill him.” Kara quickly grabs her keys and scrawls a note to Lena that James’ needed help with something and leaves it on her pillow. Kara changes into the extra suit stashed in her bike right there in the garage, hoping no one would be around this late. Without incident, she hops on her now red, blue and gold bike and speeds to where Winn is showing her on her phone, connected to the high tech, dash.

The place looks like an abandoned apartment building. Boarded up windows and broken steps. Kara can see lights near the top just barely yellowing the windows. It peeks through cracks in the boards, clearly not wanting to be seen. No guards at the front door, or the back when Kara circles around. Still not risking it, Kara pulls the grappling hook and pulls herself up to the roof. There is only five floors but there is still a roof access door. Holes speckle the roof so Kara tests each step as she slowly makes her way to the door and down to the top floor. She hears voices on the floor below her. They are angry. Then a sound of flesh hitting flesh. Kara tries to quicken her pace but the floor squeaks in the hallway and she freezes. Silence falls below.

“What was that?” One man says.

“How the hell should I know? I'm here with you.” Says a second man.

“Well go look, you idiot.” Says the first.

Kara hears footsteps as the man noisily makes his way to her. She takes the opportunity to duck into the next room. Light shines through the cracks in the floor. Kara is just above the room where she assumes they are holding James. The man is thudding up the steps. Kara lays flat on the ground to peer below her. On the opposite side of the room, James is tied to a chair, face bruised and bloodied. The second man is pacing, waiting for his partner that Kara can hear moving around in the next room as he searches. The floor looks weak enough. Kara waits by the door for the man to enter. In a swift move, Kara punches the man in the stomach and the flips him over hard. The man crashes through the already weak floor and into the center of the room. Debris falls on to the pacing man, knocking him out too.  

Kara jumps through her new entrance and pulls out a small knife. Quickly, she cuts the ropes binding James and catches him with one arm before he collapses.

“Whoa, there big guy.” She says, voice distorted by the modulator.

“There's…” he tries.

“Shhhh… I’m getting you out of here.” Kara touches her Comm.

“I got him. He's not good. Bring the van.”

“There’s... three.”

“What?” Kara asks.

“Three…” James tries again. A gun clicks behind Kara. A man came in from the next room where Kara failed to look.

“Three of us.” He says. Kara throws the knife, it hits the man in the chest, sinking deep, but not before the gun goes off. The impact of the bullet hits Kara's shoulder and throws her against the wall. Her head hits hard.

When she comes to, Kara is staring up at bright lights. In a fog she looks around, she is in the base. Winn watches her anxiously from his chair. Kara reaches a hand up to touch the source of the throbbing on the back of her head, it's pretty tender but no blood. That reminds her of the bullet. She looks down. Winn must have taken off the suit, leaving her in a tank top and pants, dark bruising already forming on her chest.

“Ah, what happened?”

“You saved my life.” James’ deep voice says from behind her. Kara starts and turns around.

“James.” Is all she can say.

His face was black and blue, blood dried below his nose. A split lip made his speech a little heavy. But otherwise, he was standing and okay. Then she spins back around and glares at Winn.

“What the hell is he doing here?!”

“I-I couldn't carry you myself. And he figured it out when I showed up so it seemed kind of pointless. And I couldn't drive your bike but he could and…”

“Enough. We will talk about this later. All of us.” Kara pointedly looks at James.

“What time is it?” Kara asks.

“Almost five. Why?” James asks.

“Because I left my girlfriend asleep in my bed because someone had to go and get themselves kidnapped!” Kara quickly throws on a spare shirt she kept in the base and a leather jacket before grabbing her helmet.

“Wait, Kara, you could have a concussion.” Winn tries to stop her.

“I'm fine. I need to get back before she wakes up.” Kara brushes past her friend and starts the bike. She pushes the button for the garage door and zooms out. Traffic is thankfully light this early on a Saturday morning. She makes it back in ten minutes. Kara strips off the pants which were still the armored red and blue from her suit and throws them under the bed and collapses next to the beautiful raven-haired girl.

“Kara?” She asks sleepily.

“Shhh… I'm here.”

“Where did you go?” Lena wraps her arms around Kara's waist before settling her head on Kara's chest.

“James needed extra eyes for a steak out. He didn't want to go alone. I'm sorry. I'm back.”

“You’re safe?” She asks, peering up at the blonde.

“We ran into some trouble, nothing I couldn't handle. James is kind of rough and I got hit in the shoulder.” Kara says, trying to stick as close to the truth as possible.

“It's too early to talk about this. I’ll scold you for doing dangerous things in the morning.” Kara laughs softly.

“It is morning. It's five.”

“No, morning starts at ten at the earliest.”

“Good, I need some sleep.” Kara kisses Lena's forehead and settles into her. Taking comfort in actually being able to hold her girlfriend.

When they both woke up at a time Lena determined as acceptable for ‘morning’, almost lunch for Kara. Kara made eggs, bacon, toast, and poured orange juice. After Kara settled next to her, Lena finally worked up the courage to scold her.

“I can't believe you left in the middle of the night and basically got in a fight, God knows where.” Kara sighs, knowing this was coming.

“I know. Trust me. I wasn't planning it but James was already there and a little freaked out. Then we got jumped, James got hit pretty badly by one. I took out the other two and we got out of there. This Cadmus story is dangerous and I can't get that through his head. I am so sorry.”

“But you are both okay?”

“I think James’ pride is bruised as much as his face.”

“Just please don't do it again. I don't like the thought of you getting killed.”

“I wouldn't have even been there if it wasn't for James. Maybe this was the wake-up call he needed.” Kara was avoiding a promise and she knew it but Lena seemed to accept the answer.

“Okay, what are we doing today?”

“I was planning on going to the park to paint but we can do whatever you want.”

“That sounds wonderful. I haven't just sat and done nothing for a while.”

“Could I… could I paint you? I've been wanting to but I don't have a good picture and plus nothing's better than the real thing.”

“Will I have to do anything?”

“Just sit there and look beautiful like you usually do.” Lena blushes.

“Okay.”

After cleaning up and dressing, Kara gathers her supplies, including her lightweight folding easel and takes Lena to the park closest to her apartment. It's small but beautiful. Mostly a meadow in between busy streets. Trees line the outside to provide separation from the bustling world. Lena sat against one of those trees as she wrote in her notebook. Songs had just been pouring out of her lately. Mostly thanks to Kara and a much more positive outlook on life. She had promised Sam a new album by the end of the year and had already recorded over half of it.

Kara stood a few feet away. The easel was obscuring part of her but Lena could still the crinkle between her brow and her tongue poking through her teeth in concentration. Lena laughed and then moved her concentration off to the side. She watched people enjoying their own Saturday. Couples strode hand and hand down the walkways. Children kicked balls or played in the fountain that shot streams of water up from the ground at random. It was peaceful. And no one knew she was in the country so she wasn't even worried about cameras. Bless Jess for this trip. Lena leaned back against the tree, eyes closed and let herself relax.

Soon a chill reached into Lena's bones from the shade and late afternoon. She woke to a light breeze and Kara packing up her paints. Kara must have seen her stir and glances up, a smile playing on her lips.

“Hey, sleepyhead. How was your nap?” Lena stretches like a cat and smiles lazily back.

“Good. My neck is a little stiff from sitting up though.”

“I'll give you a massage later, but right now, I'm starving.” Lena laughs at the almost seductive line.

“When aren't you?”

“Right after I finish eating.” Kara straps her bag on her back and then helps Lena to her feet.

The pair wander hand and hand out of the park. Strolling down the sun-baked street in search of food. A small excited squeal makes Lena cringe. Suddenly remembering she didn't put in her contacts or wear her glasses. In a small movement, Kara pulls down her aviators to hide most of her face. Two high school girls appear in front of them.

“Lena Luthor!” One exclaims, definitely not a question.

“Yes, I am,” Lena answers anyway.

“Can we have an autograph? We love your music.”

“I would love to ladies but I don't have anything to write with. Do you?” The girls look down in disappointment. Kara laughs and pulls off her bag halfway to swing it around and pull out a sharpie. She hands it to Lena who raises an eyebrow.

“Hey, a good artist is always prepared.”

“What would you ladies liked signed?” Both girls grin. One pulls out the CatCo magazine cover with Lena on it from her purse. The other just wants her white shirt signed.

“Could we have a picture too?” One is brave enough to ask. Lena bites her lip, Kara can see she is about to refuse.

“She will, only if you guys promise to wait until Monday to post it. We would like to keep our weekend from being ruined by every guy with a camera.” Both girls nod enthusiastically. Kara takes one of the phones and snaps a picture of the three with Lena in the middle.

“Are you two together?” The brave one asks. Kara hands the phone back.

“Yes, we are.”

“Who are you?”

“No one important. I just got lucky and met this woman by accident.”

“You know I am the lucky one.” Lena chimes in.

“You’re right. I am pretty great.” Kara smiles towards Lena. The two girls look on in awe at witnessing this entirely human interaction with one of their idols. Kara pulls Lena in with one arm and places a kiss on her temple as Lena squeezes her eyes shut with a laugh. Neither sees the brave girl snap a picture.

“All right ladies, my girlfriend promised me food so have a good day. But remember, you promised not to share that until Monday. I don't get any time with her and I would really appreciate if we didn't have to hide away for the weekend.” Kara says and both girls agree enthusiastically again before watching the Rockstar and her girlfriend stroll hand and hand through National City.

And the girls kept their promise. Monday morning Kara and Lena almost broke the internet. It took some searching to find the original post on Instagram. Found @LLuthor on the street in National City. We promised her beautiful girlfriend we wouldn't share this until today though. (Yes, she used the word girlfriend but no, she didn't say who she was.) The first two pictures are of the magazine and shirt, then the girls with Lena. The third is the one Kara didn't see taken. Kara's arm around Lena's shoulders, lips pressed against her temple and Lena's eyes closed tightly with a huge smile. Kara's face is sideways and half-covered by her sunglasses.

Comments underneath are mostly positive as people still try to figure out who the mystery woman is. Some are negative, some are hateful. The last picture has been reposted countless times and edited and shared. Kara is scrolling through the #LovinLenaLuthor hashtag in her bed when a call from Lena pops up.

“Were you aware that we are trending? Hashtag Lovin’ Lena Luthor.” Lena laughs at Kara.

“Yes, Jess made me aware of the fact when I got out of the studio. That's why I called, to make sure you were okay.”

“I'm fine Lee. It actually amazes me that no one figured it out yet. I guess our fan bases don't really cross and I've been out for so long that most of mine have disappeared.”

“At least they kept their promise.”

“At least. But Cat called again. She is persistent.”

“Well, if you want, when I'm done with this tour, we can do an interview with her just to appease the media goddess.”

“Are you sure?”

“Only if you want it. ”

“Okay, I'll call her back and tell her so she might just leave me alone. Besides, someone has to figure it out soon. Cat already knows, not that I've confirmed it, but she knows me pretty well at this point. Anyway, you were in the studio again. Does that mean a new album is coming?”

“Yes, I think we are releasing in January. No definite date though, just after the tour. We might announce it at the last stop.”

“Do I get to hear any of it?” Lena laughs.

“Nope, I want it to be a surprise. Don't do that. I can hear your pout. Good thing it doesn't work through the phone.” Kara sighs, Lena knew her too well.

“We will see how well it works when I can come see you again.”

“Consider me warned. I'll have Jess find some time for that and let you know.” Kara's phone dings with a text form Winn.

“Shit, I-Im late. Sorry Lena, I have to go.”

“How are you always late for everything?” She asks

“Because I stop and talk to you whenever you call.”

“Oh, so it's my fault.”

“Basically. Bye Lee.”

Winn wanted Kara to come into the ‘SuperCave’ as he had been calling it. She had avoided Winn and James all weekend, thankfully she was not needed to stop anything. Now, Kara knew, that Winn knew, that Lena was had left late yesterday and was calling her in so they could talk. Kara resigned herself to the inevitable argument about to happen and hoped in her bike.

In the Cave, James already stood with Winn at the central table that also doubled as a computer. Kara still had no idea how Winn got all this equipment but she didn't ask. New things just kept appearing. James looks serious and Winn looks scared and a little excited. Slowly, Kara takes off her helmet and sets it on the seat before walking up to the two of them. She crosses her arms and legs and half sits, half leans on a table. She decided that she was going to gauge James’ reaction before saying anything.

Silence expands in the room. James glares and Kara meets his eyes. Winn looks between the two, noticeably getting more uncomfortable.

“So…” Winn starts.

“I just can't believe you. This is so dangerous. And stupid. And Illegal. What if you get caught?” James explodes. Kara waits to make sure her voice is steady before speaking.

“I need to do this James. I need to help. I won't have the same argument with you that I did with Alex. Winn and I have been doing this for months now and the police have no real interest in stopping us.”

“Alex knows?” He asks, a little taken aback by that.

“Yes, since August. When that picture you took was in the paper. Thanks for that, by the way.” Kara says sarcastically.

“If I would have known, I wouldn't have published the picture. Why didn't you tell me?”

“The more people that know, the more likely it is that it will get out. Only you, Alex and Winn know now.”

“All that talk about my article being dangerous. That I shouldn't chase down Cadmus alone. That was just hypocritical.”

“Look what happened just two days ago! I had to save your ass because you had to go and get yourself kidnapped and beaten and almost killed. It is dangerous. If Winn hadn't had known, you could be dead. And what if I was out of the country like I had been planning to be? What then James?” Kara exclaimed.

That shuts him up. His jaw works to make words but nothing comes out. He snaps it shut. Then an odd light appears in his eyes.

“Then train me.”

“I do.”

“No. Train me to help you. This is my city too and I am tired of not doing anything. I can't find any evidence substantial enough for my article. I want to help bring Cadmus down.” Kara is about to explode. She feels the anger bubbling up in her chest and is doing her best to contain it.

“James I have been training my whole life. I've been fighting and taking gymnastics lessons. You haven't been. You have been learning basics to keep you from getting mugged again.”

“Then train me. I want this Kara. If you don't I'll continue to try and do something on my own. Is that what you want?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“No. I'm telling you that I am doing this no matter what, whether at CatCo or with you. You can decide.”

Kara stares at the man determined to push her to the edge. Winn watched the whole argument like a tennis match, head whipping from side to side as he stood between the pair.

“Fine. Tomorrow night at eight. I need to get some equipment in here first. There is no way we are doing this at the gym.” Kara walks back to her bike and picks up the helmet.

“You will do everything I tell you to. There is no room for error. Until you prove yourself to me, you will not question what I tell you to do. Understood?” James nods, taken aback by Kara's sudden serious demeanor. Kara puts on her helmet and her bike roars to life. Winn had programmed it to start with her fingerprints on the handle.

Once home, Kara got a glass of water and opened the balcony doors of her apartment to clear her head. When the tension of the argument had subsided she set up her easel and paints to start a new canvas. She had been wanting to paint for a while but whenever she wasn't with Winn she had been teaching self-defense in the schools that had resumed classes or flying to and from Lena. Last week she had told the gym that she was quitting her freelance lessons completely. Winn had begun investing her dwindling savings in the stock market in what he said were safe stocks. Not much gain but would be steady. That was her only form of income now. She needed to sell a piece of art or she would have to find a real job. Alex had called and Kara put her on speakerphone while she continued to paint.

“He wants to do what ?” She asks at the news of James.

“He wants to be a vigilante too. He says it's either with me or by himself.”

“The gentle giant that couldn't even save himself from a mugging in Metropolis or from being kidnapped and endangering you? ” Kara sighs and cleans off her brush to select another color.

“Yes. So now I have to or else he might get himself killed. Or worse, some innocent bystander.”

“ Great, Maggie is going to be in a worse mood if there are two vigilantes for the Chief to ride her about. ”

“How is Maggie? You haven't brought her around much.”

“Because I don't need her figuring out who you are. But good, she likes you, I mean Power Girl, so she is trying to keep the police off your back.”

“I'd say tell her thanks for me but that may ruin the whole secret identity thing.”

“Definitely. I hate lying to her though. About how you and Winn disappear sometimes. She thought you two were a thing for a while, which confused her because of Lena.” Kara snorts in sudden laughter.

“That's funny. But I guess if you didn't know us and we always disappeared together it would make sense.”

“Exactly.” Kara sets down her brush, satisfied after a few hours of work, she peers at the clock as she notices the dying sun. Seven-thirty. Okay, eight hours of work.

A strong knock sounds on the door. Any of her friends should walk in. Curious Kara grabs her phone and walks over.

“Hold on Alex, someone just knocked. Oh, Cat.”

“Hello, Kara.”

“I've got to go Alex. I'll call you later.” Kara hangs up before Alex can respond.

“Hi, Miss Grant. I meant to call you but time kind of got away from me today.”

“May I come in?” She asks but brushes past anyway.

“Sure, make yourself at home,” Kara says, more to herself.

“Oh,” she hears Cat say. She stopped next to the kitchen island, taking in Kara's painting as the setting sun hit it.

A hooded red and blue figure stands crouched looking over the city at night on the edge of a roof. The image is blurred as you look onto the figure from behind its left shoulder but you can see lights from windows. It's almost like looking through a water streaked window. Kara was quite proud of how the effect turned out. It may seem a little narcissistic to paint herself, but Power Girl was taking up a lot of her thoughts recently.

“You can paint.” Cat states.

“I think in one of our interviews you asked what I did for fun and I told you I painted.”

“Yes, but there is painting and then there is painting. ” Cat emphasizes the word while gesturing towards the canvas.

“This is very well done. And it would be perfect for next month's cover. How much?” Cat asks, startling Kara.

“What? You want to buy it? I've never… I mean, wow. I have no idea. I just finished it, can I think about it?” Kara stammers out.

“Yes, yes. Now the reason I am here is because you promised me an exclusive if and when you had a girlfriend and the latest picture proves that much, where is the singer anyway?” Kara sighs, she should have just called Cat this morning after she hung up with Lena.

“Europe. We just talked about it this morning. When Lena is done with her tour you can have your exclusive. We didn't know that girl took the picture of us together so we didn't know that someone actually got a clear picture of me until she posted it but don't worry, we won't talk to anyone else about it until we talk to you. Okay?”

“Very well. Now, call my secretary with a starting offer and we can talk percentage also for the artwork. I am going to go pick up my son from soccer practice.” Cat swooped out of Kara's apartment as quickly as she appeared. Kara dialed Alex again to try and process what just happened.

**

October 3rd, 2017

By the next morning, people had found Kara Danvers. Even though she had no pictures of Lena and herself on Instagram, her followers skyrocketed. Kara had negotiated an initial purchase of her artwork and a small percentage of sales with Cat. Cat didn't fight too hard, knowing the sales for the cover would be better than projected thanks to Kara's renewed popularity and the fact that National Cities hero would be on it.

Kara called Lena and told her the good news. Lena was impressed and made Kara video call so she could see it. The video call turned into something much less innocent very quickly. Lena whispering horse instructions to Kara, watching her cum before making herself do the same. The first time they did this, it made Kara feel very awkward. She hadn’t even watched porn to be able to know how to put on a little show for Lena, but the more these calls happened, the more comfortable Kara became. Kara lay naked in her bed, talking to Lena before she fell asleep. Then Kara got dress and met Winn at the SuperCave to begin acquiring the equipment she needed. It scared Kara at how Winn was able to get money when needed and also have the equipment delivered in a few hours. The cover story was a gym being built but in a few days the permit would be denied and no one would suspect the building was still housing vigilantes.

By the time James arrived, the place was totally transformed. It wasn't just tech and Kara's small arsenal of gadgets, now there was free weights, a boxing dummy, sparring mats, a small climbing wall, and various sparring weapons. James whistled as he came in through the normal door by the garage door. Since it closed down off the street the Super Cave was actually underground. Kara and Winn couldn't decide what to do with the three floors still above them.

“So, where do we start?” He asks.

“First Winn is going to measure you for a suit. Not that I'm letting you out quite yet, but he needs time to make something for you.” Kara says as she moves about, settling equipment where she wants it in the space.

“Then I'm going to actually teach you how to fight.”

It may have been a little harsh, but Kara barely held back on James. She thought maybe this would scare him off. He was bruised all over with a bloody nose by the time she finished. But he didn't complain. He took the hits and kept trying. By the time Kara called it to an end, he did manage to land a punch.

“Kara, we are getting a call from Detective Sawyer,” Winn says from the command table. Kara motions for him to put her through on the computer.

“Detective,” Kara says through the modulator.

“Power Girl. I have evidence that Cadmus is moving a stash of merchandise tonight. My captain won't look into it but my CI is sure that it is happening.”

“Your captain seems to not be looking into Cadmus more and more often.” Kara states.

“I know. Something's wrong. He used to take my tips seriously but lately, he turns his head. I fear the worst.”

“What's the time and location.” Winn feeds the information that Maggie gives them into his computer before Kara ends the call.

“Was that Maggie?” James asks.

“Yeah, she has an encrypted line. And before you ask, no she doesn't know who I am. Alex has been keeping her away from us for just that reason.”

“And Alex is okay lying to her girlfriend about this?”

“Alex is FBI. Maggie is a Detective. They already have secrets. Alex hasn’t brought up telling her and I don’t think she will because it is illegal and she won’t want to put Maggie in that situation.”

“What about your girlfriend?” James asks.

“I haven't told her. And I am not sure if I will. She was already pissed when I told her I went on a stakeout with you and we were jumped. I don’t need her worrying a world away also. Maybe when this whole Cadmus thing is over or she is back in the same country at least.” Kara begins looking up the schematics for the warehouse Winn has pulled up. It looks simple enough. Winn is sitting at his chair trying to figure out what could be the merchandise.

“Do you not trust her with this?” James asks, annoying Kara.

“That is not it at all. We are not having this conversation. Go shower and go home, we are done for tonight.”

“But what about-”

“Go home, James. You are nowhere near ready for this and I am not having you rush in and get killed.” James looks pissed but makes his way to the bathroom to shower before leaving. Kara and Winn return to work.

**

October 20th, 2017

Kara was still no closer to finding out who was organizing Cadmus. Now though, they were upping the drug game with a new version of Vertigo. It ran rampied through Starling city two years ago with horrible side effects. Cadmus had taken the time to engineer a new version that led to less death and more addiction. Now Kara felt like she was trying to shovel water from a sinking boat using a net. Nearly every dealer walked out of the police stations hours after being brought in. The frustration was spreading from Kara and Maggie, to Winn, James, and Alex. James was taking much abuse from Kara during training but was improving rapidly.

“If we are going to get anywhere, we need to clean up the police department.” Says James while they examine the screen in front of them. Trying to figure out where the problems lie.

“James, could you do some digging into their personal lives? Find out if their families are being threatened or if they actually are just with Cadmus. Winn, can you do the same with their financials?”

“Yeah of course,” Winn says.

“Wait, you are actually letting me do something?”

“As a reporter and photographer yes. As a vigilante, no.”

“Ah, Kara,”

“What Winn?”

“Weren't you supposed to be taking off right now?

“Shit.” Kara was supposed to be on a plane. Not standing in her secret lair discussing corruption in the city. She checks her watch, the plane took off three minutes ago. Kara walks away from the others to call the pretty girl who was no doubt already getting ready to pick her up from the airport in a few hours.

“Kara? What's wrong? Shouldn't your phone be off?”

“Lena I'm so sorry. I missed my flight. I was… helping James with this story and totally lost track of time.”

“Oh…”

“I am so sorry Lee. I really wanted to see you. I screwed up.”

“I won’t lie and say I’m not disappointed but I get it. I mean this is hard and you have your own life. You flying to me every other weekend is a lot of travel and takes away from your job and your friends there.”

“Which is all true, but I would much rather be with you right now.” Kara sits on a stack of mats that she and James put down for sparring.

“I would rather you be here too. But you aren’t so just enjoy your weekend with friends. I’ll take the time to record some stuff I’ve been meaning to but keep getting distracted by a beautiful blonde that show up whenever I have free time.” Lena teases with a laugh.

“Okay, I’ll call you later. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” A beat of silence and then the phone disconnects.

Kara wishes she was spending the weekend relaxing with friends. Instead, she ends up spending it trying to clean up the police force. The FBI even gets involved, aka Alex, to assist in arresting the truly corrupt cops and chief of police. Kara and Winn manage to spare those doing shady things to protect loved ones from the threats of violence thanks to James’ investigating. Cadmus gets desperate after that, actually breaking into National City Jail to rescue their operatives and releasing many others.

The weekend blurred into another week. Kara hardly even returned to her apartment. She was stuck between training James, busting drug dealers, and searching for Cadmus hideouts. One, she and Winn managed to arrive before the gang cleared out, rounding up six members and turning over a small cache of serious weapons to the newly cleaned up police department.

Kara winced and groaned checking her bank account while Winn watched the program he created to monitor police reports and watch to make sure each Cadmus member was actually processed.

“What's wrong Power Girl?” Winn asks with a laugh and teasing smirk.

“This time next week I will have no money. At least until I start receiving a commission from CatCo”

“Not technically true.”

Kara shoves her phone screen in front of Winn to show him the dwindling amount in her checking and savings accounts.

“Winn, yes it is.”

“No, not what I meant. I mean remember that money you gave me to invest? Well, I have been. And well…” Winn quickly flicks through a few screens on the computer and shows Kara her investment portfolio. Kara gasps at the six, nearly seven digits in the tally.

“I...Winn...What… How…”

“Just a few smart investments, some research, maybe a little hacking, some shell corporations so not all of it is traced back to you. Apparently, I am weirdly good at making money in the stock market. So this means you are paying for dinner right?”

“Actually I have a better idea.” Kara laughs at Winn’s pout.

“Yes, I will pay for dinner. I still have a better idea.”

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Simple Moments Scars.

RDR2 Fanfic

Emma road into near town to pick some few for Susan.

It had a been over month since she went out on her own, so it felt good to be independent again, and riding into did sound like a great idea.

She walks into a the store, pick up some Black thread, Needles. For reason Mr. Pearson asked herto pick a skillet.

Emma walked into the store, as she was looking around a few people were eyeing as she was she was  browsing the shelfs

An elderly gentleman was standing next to her giving her  disapproval look, eye the scars and eyepatch.

Emma: ... ... (looks at her) Hello? Can help you?

The man gives her discussed look and walks away. Emma stood there for a few moments, and found the black  thread and a skillet, and brought a the items up the Clerk.

Emma: Hello. (Smiles sweetly)

Clerk: Hello, Ma’ma. How are y— Oh, my! I mean, did you did what you were lookin’ for?

Emma: (forces the smile) Yes, sir.

She payed and walked out the General store in a hurry, feeling eyes on her she walked out.

Emma: ... (thinking) What the hell is everyone deal?! It’s like I have two head!

She looks at herself in the shop window, seeing her the right side of her face large scared covering her and eyepatch over stitched eye.

She sighs and begins walking down the sheet.

There people all around, walking by going about her day. A few people would stop and give her odd looks.

Emma just ignored them and walks down the sheet, taking her time looking around. Looking into the shops and market place.

She was walking on a stone bridge.

She stops and removes her eyepatch, and itches her sares. She looks out at the water, and some few men, fishing in a boat

She leans over the edge, and smiles peaceful. A moment of calm washing over her.

She watches as she saw a few ducks swinging by, when she heard a whispers from a 2 young woman standing near by.

They were well dressed and were looking at Emma with some form of discussed, some jewelry on, and their hair was nicely done.

Woman 1: Look at those scars on her face Isabella. Hideous. And... is she missing an eyes?!

Woman 2: My lord, how can anyone walk looking like that. Girl has no shame, Jessica, no shame at all. Lord help that girl.

Emma stood there, looking at the water, and truns to look at them.

Emma: I can hear you.

Jessica: Ahhhggg! Look at her face, Isabella! It’s so disgusting!

Isabella: (walks up to her) Who do think you are walking around like that in public place like this?

Emma: Um... Because it’s public, dumpass.

Isabella: This place is only public for upper class. Not ... Well, people like you.

Emma: Excuse me. (gets angry) The hell do you mean people like me?!

Isabella: Just look at you. Look at your face! (points to Emma’s right side) How can any woman walk around looking like you and be proud. You’re a distance. You’re ugly, you’re repulsive. You are absolutely disgusting! You should ashamed about yourself looking they you do! 

Emma said nothing only places a hand her right eye.

Then Jessica pops up from behind her sister.

Jessica: Stop talking to her. She could be the devil himself...!

Emma: ... ... Boo!

The two girls let out a horrifying shrieks, alerting one of the nearby officers.

Officer: What’s going on?!

Emma: (calming looks at the officer) I was minding my own business when these two-

Jessica: (butts in) T-This ... thing was trying to attack us!

Emma: ... ... Seriously.

Isabella: It’s true! She’s out of her mind, and tried to attack us honestly Christian women!

Emma crossing her arms, rolling her left eye.

The officer was trying to comfort you two woman door, and looks at Emma, and gives a disgusted look he notices her scars.

Officer: Ma’am, I’m gonna ask ya too leave.

Emma: Huh?! What...?! I didn’t do anything...!

Officer: Leave, of I’ll have to arrest you for disturbing the peace...

Emma stood there looking at the The officer, and the two girl, who gave her smug look.

Emma: ... ... F-Fine... I’m... I’m going.

She picks her bag, and begin walking away, down the bridge. As she was walking away, and trying to hold back tears.

She walks down by the river, and stood, drops the bag, picks up a rock and throws in the river.

Breathing angrly before sitting down the ground shaking.

Just then a family of ducks were walking, Emma saw them, and thought for a moment and reached into her and pulled out a bread ripped off a chunk and began feeding the duckings.

The duckings ran right over where to Rose drop the small bits of bread. The began eating

Emma then held out her, and the little ducklings were eating out her of it.

She smiles and watches the family of ducks and hen noticed a pare od of boots, lying on ground near bushes.

Emma raises brow and walks over or the boots, and looks into the bushes.

Arthur was lying there, on his back, not moving.

Emma smiles and laughs to herself, shaking her head in amusement.

Emma: ... Well, this isn’t a  surprise. Hey! Arthur!

Arthur says nothing, he rolls over on to side and grumbles softly.

Emma: C’mon, you big idiot, raise and shine~. (kneels down and shake him)

Arthur: (groan) ... Shhhhh... I’m dyin’, come back later...

Emma: Heheheh. We’re in public park. You’re gonna get in trouble if a lawmen finds you passed here. Get your drunken ass up, Morgan.

Arthur grumbles, but slowly sits up, his head was pounding, the sun Burning his eyes. He looks around confused.

Arthur: ... This ain’t my tent...

Emma: No shit. Now c’mon.

She helps Arthur to his feet, Arthur takes a few steps and falls over.

Emma: (starts laughing) Haha. I guess you boys must had fun last night.

Arthur: Ugghh, I don’t even remember what we did... Hahah. Ow... hehe. (places hand on his head) Aw shit, I lost my hat. And The rest of fellers.

Emma: I’m sure they’re around or in jail, and we can get you a new hat. (pats him on the back) I can help you look for them.

Arthur: Y-Yeah, later... Give me a moment to regret my Life decisions.

He sits down, and sees the little ducklings walking up to him.

Arthur: (smiles) Hello there, little ones. Where did you come from?

Emma: They my new gang.

Arthur: Heh. Is that so?

Emma: Yep. I decided to start my own outlaw gang.

Arthur crakes a smile and she sits down next to him, and hands a some bread. Arthur takes it and they start feeding the ducklings together.

Arthur holds out his hand letting the little duckling eat the the bits of bread.

Arthur looks over, and sees that Emma seemed to be sad and lost in lost.

Arthur: You okay, Em?

Emma: Hm? (looks at him) Yeah. Just... thinking.

Arthur: Okay. Ya wanna talks about?

Emma: ... Not really.

Arthur nods and two said nothing for a bit and sat down watching momma duck and thelittle ones go into the river and swim off.

Arthur: There gose your gang.

Emma: Yep. They were good members.

Arthur: Heh. Who are you here with?

Emma: It’s just me. I needed a to get away from the camp a bit.

Arthur nods understanding where’s coming from, slowly stands up, and stretche.

Arthur: I should, whoa, (stumbles) find the other’s.

Emma: Mind if I come with?

Arthur: Sure. Always enjoy your company, Em.

They two walked together, Arthur’s head was still pounding.

Arthur: Ughhh... You wouldn’t happen have an coffee with ya?

Emma: No, sorry, cowboy.

Arthur: I feel like was run over by a train... Twice.

Emma: Who were you with? And what did you guys do?

Arthur: Um, Hosea, Charles, Sean, Uncle, Karen, Lenny went back I believe... Some fellers were givin’ Karen a hard time and ... Well, needless to say we took care of’em, and that’s all remember.

Emma juat smiles, when they heard someone calling their names, Hosea, Javier and Charles coming over.

Javier had few hickeys this on his neck, a shit eating grin on his face.

Emma: Mornin’, boys.

Javier: And a mornin’ to you, Emma. You look absolutely ravishing today~.

Emma stairs at him, and looks at then for a few moments, forces a grin.

Charles noticed, and picked something was bothering her, but stay quiet as she and Javier talked.

Emma: Soooo, got lucky?

Javier: Hoho! You have no idea. I am a ladies man. I can understand the feelings of women.

Emma: Pfff, yeah! Sure! (walks pass him)

Javier: I do!

Emma: Whatever. Morning, Charles. (walks up to him, kissing him) Morning, Hosea.

Hosea: Mornin’, Emma.

Javier gives Emma a sour look, then two beautiful called out to him for a balcony.

Woman 1: Raul, do you really have to go?

Woman 2: Stay with us! We can work things out!

Javier stood there, gives a devilish smirk, walks up pulling his hat over face.

Arthur just rolls his eyes and walks away lighting a cigarette, Hosea and Emma give each side ways glances and Charles just stood there, kind of amused.

Javier: I’m sorry, rosas delicadas. But I must go. It was a magical night, and I will not forget you.

He takes his hat, bows his head, turns on his heels, walking away in a dramatic way, while the girl calling to him.

Arthur: Do you even remember their names?

Javier: I cannot remember. But (smirks) Ya see, my good friends, I’m lady’s man... I’m a gentleman of Grace the dignity.

Just then his starts rumble, his face gose green.

Javier: OH FUCK!!! (rans to the edge of the water, and starts dry heaving)

Hosea: ... A man of Grace and dignity indeed. (starts couching)

Emma looks at him worried, places her hand on his shoulder.

Hosea: I-I’m fine, dear. (gives her smile)

Emma: Are you sure? Y-You’ve been coughing a lately.

Hosea places a on her over the side of her face, smiling at her gently.

Hosea: My darlin’ Emma, I’m more than fine. Try not to worry about me.

Emma nods and his gives her kiss on the fourhead, then looks at Charles.

Hosea: Keep eye this one, Mr. Smith.

Charles: I will.

Emma: Well, I’m the only with one eye, so I can keep an eye myself easily.

Hosea: ... That’s not funny.

Arthur: It kinda is. (standing by smoking a cigarette)

Hosea give Arthur a look, who shrugs.

Emma: I’m gonna look around town a little more.

Charles: I’ll come with you.

Emma smiles and say their goodbye to Arthur and Hosea who going to looks for the other.

Arthur: Hey, Charles.

Charles looks at him, Arthur looks at Emma who was walking ahead of Charles.

Arthur: ... Make sure she’s okay for me.

Charles: I will.

And the two walked as poor Javier was standing by the river.

Javier: I-I’ll, ugh, be here... ... ... I hate my life... (starts to vomiting again)

Charles was walking with Emma, looking around. They didn’t say, Charles looks at Emma.

She facing the ground, a somewhat sad look in her, her shoulder were tense.

Charles: Somethin wrong.

Emma: ... No, I’m fine.

Charles: Emma.

Emma: I-I don’t wanna talk about it, Charles! Just leave it be.

Charles takes her hand gently. takes her hand.

She stop, and starts shaking, sniffing, she slowly turns to him, crying.

Charles reaches out and whipping away the tears, and takes to her to the near by wooden ear so they could get some privacy.

Making sure the far away enough. Charles looks at her.

Charles: Emma, you don’t have to hid anything for me. You can tell me.

Emma: It’s (whips her life eye) ... stupid.

Charles: ... (lifts up her chin) It ain’t stupid if botherin’ you.

Emma looks at him, then looks to side, feeling embarrassed, she takes a few moments.

Emma: O-Okay, if I tell you what’s bothering me, promise me you will not laugh.

Charles: I would never. You can trust me.

Emma: ... (takes a few deep breaths) Do... Do you think I’m ugly?

Charles was takes aback by this.

Charles: No. Never. W-What made you think that?

Emma: Ya know just... a random question. No big deal. (smiles)

Charles gives her sympathetic look, them Emma finally talked him about those dump rich girl said about her and scars.

Emma: ... I-I know. It’s really dump, and I don’t care what other’s think normaly but... Lately my ... I’ve noticed that people would give me weird looks when I walk down the sheet, and... and what those girls said... I (sniff) I can’t help feeling very uncomfortable about the way I look now. (starts to cry)

Charles looks at her, reaches out and removes her eyepatch, and kisses her scars.

Emma blinks, and Charles just smiles at her.

Charles: Beautiful. You, Emma Rogers, are just so damn beautiful. Scars and all.

Emma stood there, a tears falling down her face, the left side of her eye.

Charles pulls her into a kiss, and stood on her tippy toes, the a loud female moan could hread.

Charles: Oh~. Darlin’, I definitely made you feel better.

Emma: T-That ... wasn’t me

Karen: Huh?! Who’s there’s?!

She pokes her out from behind bushes and tree. Charles and Emma started at her.

Karen: Oh, it’s only two... Um, mind if ya ... ya know... git.

Sean: ... Karen, love~... Why-Why did ya stooooopp~.

Emma: ... ... We’re leaving.

Charles: Yeah.

The two walked out the woods and back into town. The both of them stood there, looked at each other, began laughing.

Charles smiles warmly has Emma had the beautiful smile on her as she was laughing so hard.

The hread their names being called and saw Javier walks over.

Javier: What’s so funny?

Emma: Haha. Nothing. Just... stay away from that area. Karen and Sean are having sex over there.

Javier: ... ... But the hotel is down that way. (jerks his thumb behind him)

Charles and Emma shrug and the they walks away, as they were walking Emma spots the Isabella and Jessica walking near by.

Emma: ... ...(smiles Evily) Javier, Charles, can I borrow come of clothes?

The men look at and each other.

The two rich women were making they’re down to the park, laughing and talked when they heard something for the bushes.

Jessica: What in the world was that?

Isabella: It could be a squirrel.

They kept walking, but when now and then they would hear loud footsteps from behind them.

Isabell: W-Who’s there! (turns around) You... You best back away. Our daddy is a rich lawyer!

Just then they was a loud evil which Like catliing sound, the and figures steps out of the woods behind them.

The woman scream, when has Emma had Charles hat and long jacket , Jacket’a and Poncho and hat, Arthur’s Black bandanna covering her.

Isabella: W-WHAT... WHO ARE YOU!!

Emma: Heheheh~! (in creepy old woman voice) I’m the Witch of The river... The trees of Speke about two of the most beautiful girls in the land... AaaaHehehehhehhe!!!

The two girl held each other, both of them white as ghost, while Arthur, Charles and Javier stood hidden behind trees, trying not laugh.

Isabella: A-A which?!

Jessica: Oh, lord, a-are the devil’s mistress?!

Emma: ... ... Um, Yes. I am! And I have for your—-

Jessica: AAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH! SHE’S GONNA TAKE OUR SOULS!!

Isabella: PLEASE DON’T OWN SOULS!!!

Emma trying not laugh, keeps her Javier hand his hands over mouth, Arthur leaning against and the tree, grining at the show, Charles was still watching smiling watch Emma almost braking character.

Emma: NO, FOOLISH MORTAL, Pff... I’m come for your fresh! I wish become as beautiful as thee, unless...

Jessica: Unless...?! Unless what?!

Emma: Let me think...

Isabella: Tell us!

Emma: DON’T PISS OFF THE RIVER WITCH, YOU RICH BRATS!!

The girl screaming again, and began ripping off their jewelry and throw the purses at her.

Isabella: TAKE EVERYTHING!! WE’RE SORRY!!

Jessica: THIS IS GOOD!? PLEASE DON’T OUR BEAUTY!!!

Emma: (brakes character) Holy shit... Yeah, this is good. I’ll take it.

The the men began rawring with laughing. Isabella and Jessica were shaking.

Isabella: What’s... What’s the hell?!

Emma: Oh?! (Gose back to creepy old lady voice) THOSE AER MY HELL DEMONS!!! GO BEFORE THEY DRAG YOU YOU HELL!!! OR EAT YOU EEEEHAHAHAHHAHAH!!

The two girls yelled screaming and ran out the woods.

After making sure the were Emma bursts into laughter, Javier falls onto the ground, howling, Arthur whips his eyes, and Charles was holding onto the tree, trying to breath.

Javier: Oh Dios... oh, haha. An excellent performance, Emma. Well done. (claps)

Emma: Thank you, thanks very much. (bows) Haha. Yeah, now can you help me take all of this. I’m sweating like hell.

The men were laughing, and help Emma remove all the clothing.

Arthur: Oh, wow. Look this. (picks up one of necklaces) Dutch is gonna be a happy man when we bring this back home.

Emma: Ah, it feels good to working again, scaring the shit outta people and get pity revenge.

Charles chuckles and kisses her, and keeps watches, they gathered all the money and jewelry, and ran off before the lawmen showed up.

Needless to say today was very good day.

[purplerose244]

My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (4/4)

Here we are! What a journey, and while perhaps this season wasn't at MoM level it was REALLY good, with great new villains/allies, great little throwbacks and an awesome story! 🤩

How to get this was very good to great? Give me a very good ending Seabound!! 💕💕

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

I genuinely got too much into this remaining four episodes and forgot to put any general thoughts 😅 So you'll see me rambling at the end, see you there 😉

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

This title really summarize my feelings so far, like, I'm seriously wondering how it will move on from now, but I do expect the outcome to be CRAZY 🤯

Aaahhhh, yep, the one in Shintaro is a fake 😅 I wonder when did the change happen? How did Kalmaar pulled that off, wow

I'M SORRY WHY ARE WE PUTTING THE TITLE SCREEN WITHOUT THE INTRO?? THAT'S A FIRST EPISODE STUFF AND IT HONESTLY SCARES ME??? It reminds me of Winds of Change too and that episode was WOW 😭😭😭

Heeeeyyy, it's youuuu... huh... *watch scribble on hand* google snake guy, huh... Glucose... yep, good old Glutine and everything 😅

Are we having a "I may have made a mistake being evil" with this guy?

Jay: ah, Prime Empire! I was in that game you know! I fought for my life and the ones of all of Ninjago and I've seen my best friends and the love of my life die before my eyes... good times 🙂

Jay and Nya having fun at DDR has to be one of my favorite thing, they are so in sync and so lovable ❤💙❤💙

DID THEY ACTUALLY PUT THE JAYA SHIP NAME INTO THE SHOW??? OMG GUYS THE FANDOM IS TAKING OVER THE SHOW AT LAST!!! 🤯🤯🤯 The electric Jaya, heeeyy, niiicee 😎😎😎

HOW CUTE CAN YOU BE

MY SHIP 💙❤💙❤ They even gave each other high gives... this is neat, and it means something awful will happen right 🙂

Commissioner: he's saying something about a giant snake... and the end of the world... didn't we already have something like that?

Okay yep, he did the trick while fighting Nya, dang Kalmaar is sneaky! Not too shabby... but I gotta say, the summoning of the Great Devourer was a lot more dramatic 🤣🤣 Props to the serpentine, still my favorite snakes 💪💪

Wojira seems to be a little smaller than the Devourer maybe? His head way bigger than the bounty, while hers is not that massive even in comparison with Kalmaar

I might be wrong but at first glance, I stand by my opinion and by the superiority of the OG giant snake 🤷‍♀️

Yep Glutine guy did have a change of heart, better late than never 🤷‍♀️

You're telling me that Jay doesn't do engineering anymore, okay... HOW IS KAI A BETTER SOLUTION??? 🤣🤣🤣 Lol look at the messy brothers, love Lloyd and Kai so much I miss them interact 💚❤💚❤

Thank you Kelly for the alert 😗

It makes me wonder if they actually do have simulations of evacuations often, it would be pretty smart considering the city 🤷‍♀️

OKINO IS THERE HI DUDE!!! 😍 I hope he's doing great! 🥰🥰

Gail Gossip! Been a while!

WOW, this is going Deluge like, my first Spinjitzu Master! 😱 How... how do we go with three episodes from here? Like, I'm guessing Nya will have to do what Nyad did before her (which TERRIFIES me), so are they going to struggle trying to find another way? IDK BUT I'M IN LET'S GO!! 🤯

ASSAULT ON NINJAGO CITY

Alright, pretty straightforward title, let's see what we got here!

Tourists?... that actually makes sense, I mean, I would want to visit all the places where history was made on this island 😍 Aww nice to see they remember the battle against Garmy of Hunted, also that it is known that Jay was the one who faced Unagami 👍👍

DARETH!!! 🤎🤎🤎

Where have you been you knucklehead, I've missed you! 💕 I think I've last seen him in a commercial from the Fire Chapter?

This is a terrible guide 😵 Not knowing the brown ninja? Owner of the dojo the Green Ninja had trained in? Brief commander of the Stone Army? Master of makeup and puffy potstickers? Unforgivable, someone fire this woman ASAP 😡😡

LOOK AT DARETH TAKING CHARGE!!! 🤩 He's right, he should get involved every once in a while, come on guys!

Ah okay good, I'm not the only one struggling with that google snake name 😂

Yay Bentho is fully integrated with the team! He is a great addiction, like, I know he'll probably take the throne at the end or something but I do hope we'll need his help again in the future! 💙

Sometimes I forget how much I love Kai and Zane interacting 🤣 The brainiac and the airhead 🤍❤🤍❤

Oh right, Cole came back from Shintaro! So... now in this extremely secret city there is a fake amulet hanging into a highly secured place... how is it always Shintaro the keeper of flukes? 😂😂

A bath as a boat but it has a whole 😂😂 I love this show's randomness

What ears are they supposed to cover 😅

I LOVE THIS ATMOSPHERE!!! 😍😍😍 Between the gray sky of storm and the sea underneath, this is the perfect scenario for Wojira and it's not even forced! I love how they are handling backgrounds for Ninjago recently, I really hope it gets as good as in the finale of Prime Empire 💙💙💙

AAAAAAHHHHHhhhhh okay for a moment I was scared Wojira was going to eat Jay 😅 After The Island this is already the second time Bluebell risks it... STOP

WHY THE CLIFFHANGER!?!?

NUUUUU WHAT NOW??? 😱😱😱 We have two more episodes, how is this going to end? I DON'T KNOW AND I REALLY WANT TO PLEASE GIVE ME A GOOD FINALE SEABOUND!!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

NYAD

I AM SCARED FOR MY WATER LILY OKAY

Daaaang she can just float on that? She got super good at controlling water! Now I want her and Kai just randomly flying around with their powers 😂😂 Kai got missiles in his hands come on 🔥🔥🔥

JAY CAN YOU LET ME WORRY ABOUT YOU GUYS ONE AT THE TIME??? 😱

What would Kai do? WHAT WOULD KAI DO?? DID YOU DECIDE YOU WANT TO DIE JAY WHY WOULD YOU THINK OF HIM??? ... although technically Kai is the only one with Jay who didn't straight up die before coming back to life in a dramatic moment... huh... Kai might be the most reasonable choice after all 😅

We grew up from Ninja never quit to NINJA AREN'T IDIOTS AND KNOW WHEN TO GET THE HECK OUT 😎😎 Even our motto got a character development 💪

JAY NOOOOOOOO 😱😱😱😱

BENTHO YAAAAAAASSSS 🥳🥳🥳🥳 Did I ever say that I love shark boy? BECAUSE I FREAKING DO!! 💙

Master prankster Wu once again, take that empty ship Calamari head 😎 Although the poor bounty doesn't deserve to get destroyed as many times as it did until now, it's my favorite ship... pun intended 😜

Ah more ninjajan, wait a moment

"Auto Pilot". Fair enough, although I was hoping for a "psych" or something 😂😂

NO WAIT NO WHAT THE HECK!!! I THOUGHT JAY GOT SAVED HE INHALED WATER??!? BLUEBELL NOOOO!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

But Cole running to his best friend immediately? HECK yes 🖤💙🖤💙

NYA CARRYING HER BOYFRIEND BRIDAL STYLE THIS IS THE RIGHTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN!!! ❤💙❤💙❤💙❤💙 Gosh this season gave me amazing Jaya moments, I've been fed 👌👌

Okay Lloyd pacing back and forth? Kai already mad at their enemies? All the guys eager to help Jay? MY FAVORITE NINJA FAMILY BABY!!! 😎😎

I NEED A MOMENT 😭

Oh... oh gosh I knew Nya doing the Nyad thing was meant to happen, but this way? My heart is melting already 😭

I remember a post that said that Jay told Nya that he loves her many times, while she never did. Tommy reponded that she lets her actions speak... boy do I see it now, I see all of her love 😢😢

I never felt such conflicting emotions for a villain like I do for Kalmaar, like, he caused so much pain to Nya... but he is voiced by Giles... but he is the reason Jay is hurt... but that startle gag 😂😂😂

Okay this? Is adorable?

What the HECK? The police in this city is generally not very helpful, but the Commissioner is very wholesome 💜

Nyaaaaaaa 😭😭😭😭 I didn't think it was possible to love her even more, she was ignored for so long during the show, but now we finally see all of her. She is an amazing warrior, a selfless person, and a real hero 💪💪 And coming from such a mature girl that doesn't like to act irrationally, this means so much more

Jaya grew up so much, it went through some very questionable phases yes, but what they have here? It's the result of all they had lived together 💙❤💙❤

I have chills, this is amazing so far, I'm legit scared of going further 😱

SHE SAID IT!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Okay this moment, everything, EVERYTHING, is absolutely marvelous. Nya said I love you without a voice, alone, showing again that she values the actions more, but still her feelings are 100% truthful. Then the transformation (THERE IT IS HER BEAUTIFUL WATER FORM 😍😍😍), Jay getting saved, the realization of what she just did from everyone... DANG IT IT'S ALL BEAUTIFUL HOW LONG DID IT TAKE TO THINK OF THIS SCENE???

*slow clap for Bragi, Tommy, and the Ninjago crew*

Jay and water Nya with their hands together gives me big The Form of Water vibes... LOVE THAT MOVIE WHO'S READY FOR AN AU??

Jay wants to help her, I had no doubt 💙 They always help each other in these BOUNDs seasons 😍😍😍

Kalmaar: where are the ninja??

Commissioner: I don't know, they are ninja!

FINAL BATTLE INCOMING AAAAHHH I HOPE THIS WILL HAVE A GOOD ENDING OMG BRING IT!!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

THE TURN OF THE TIDE

Oh, curious title? It feels a little vague, I don't really know what it could be

YES GIRL GO GET HIS CALAMARI BUTT HECK YES!!! Just how cool can you be for walking slowly while the attacks go straight through you? 😂

Hey Nya still recognizes Jay! 😃😃

HEY NYA GOT VAPORIZED WTH 😱😱 It's too early, I don't believe that's it!

WHOA JAY WENT BERSERK JUST NOW!! I don't think I've seen this before, this is the coolest thing! 💙💙💙 I just love when he shows how strong he is, you can be a comic relief AND kick butts 😎

FIGHTING ANIMATIONS MAN I LOVE THESE SCENES!! 😍😍😍

What the- was... was that a cameo of the lightning chicken? Ninjago what the HECK I love your randomness 😂😂

BENTHOMAAR TAGS IN!!! Showing off why he is best boy of the season 💙 These fightings are very cool but I can't help imagining Wojira just chilling while there are midgets getting very angry at each other onto her head 🤣🤣🤣

WHOA, CALAMARI BITE! Kalmaar got the Pythor treatment... might change color by next season if he returns 😅

(Please return I loved having Giles' voice in this season 💙💙💙)

NYA IS A DRAGON!!! I REPEAT NYA IS A DRAGON!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍 I was wondering where the dragon moment was, this is Ninjago after all 🤷‍♀️

Head empty, just Jay smiling softy at Nya because he loves her 💙💙💙

IT'S RAINING NYA, HALLELUIA IT'S RAINING NYA, HEYE!! ☔☔☔ This fight is MASSIVE! We had finales with big creatures before but now one of the ninja is big enough to face them and that's 🤯

NYA DID IT!!! 🤩🤩🤩 ... now onto the angst that I KNOW it's coming

Kai being unbelieving is tragic, and Jay's "don't leave me" broke my heart. Please end this misery, where is the deus ex machina that solves everything?

Wait she left?

...

WAIT SHE ACTUALLY LEFT??? WHAT THE HECK THEY AREN'T ENDING IT LIKE THIS

...

OH MY GOSH

ARE THEY?!?

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

Omg the grief in this is beautiful, nice to see Jay and Maya so close to each other! Also Kai leaning onto his mom while Cole is comforting his best best friend? Amazing, they really do these scenes great 👌

EVERYONE SHOWED UP I LOVE THIS CITY SO MUCH 😭😭😭 Aww Ed and Edna, wasn't this such a sad situation I would be so much happier to see you guys 🥺

Master Wu even mentioned that she built Samurai X, you really want to make me cry now do you? 🥺🥺

MAYA AND RAY 😢😢😢😢😢😢

Omg look at Cole being there for his best friend, he is amazing 🖤💙🖤💙

I have such Rebooted vibes from this... is it hopeful? That Nya comes back like Zane? She's no nindroid but still... oh my gosh they got her symbol on the vase I just noticed, I need more tissues 😭😭

"In loving memory of Kirby Morrow". Always in our hearts 🖤🖤🖤

...

Wow

WOW

THEY ACTUALLY DID IT I NEED ANOTHER MOMENT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 WHAT IN THE WORLD THIS IS THE BIGGEST CHANGE THEY DID IN A WHILE!!!

AND NOW WHAT??? 🤯🤯🤯

FINAL THOUGHTS

I'm speechless... like that's true, have A LOT to write over here 😅

This type of plot twist reminds me of our early seasons. Zane sacrificing himself, Garmadon giving up his life, those moments that made me so curious and excited about the following. I have no idea what will be the outcome for this, but I can't wait to find out

With that out of the way, AMAZING SEASON 😍😍😍 I think this finale beats MoM's, just because it was really unexpected and opens up a SEA of possibilities... yeah too soon 😭

I'm still shaken, my world, they did something HUGE and I do hope it will be a good shake to the entire Ninjago plotline. Nya is "gone", we still don't know about the person behind all that vengestone, we haven't heard from Garmy in forever, there are so many good ideas out there now that they've set the ground for more 🤩🤩

Voice acting was *chef's kiss*, not only for the villain which I already stressed enough about, I think Kelly reached a new level of emotional intimacy with Nya and I'm so happy she showed her skills 💜💜

Animation is TOP, there's little to no point into saying anything else since they showed it very clearly in the latest season ☺

This was the emotional, witty and engaging writing I was looking for! Good jokes, meaningful dialogues, emotional scenes, everything was really good and I'm gonna rewatch some scenes especially for that 😍

It turned out having Maya and Ray back was kind of a distraction to fool us all 😅😅 Well played actually, and it was very cool seeing them again in any case 🙋‍♀️

And now? Jay lost his love, I have no idea if the show will work on him getting over her or hold onto her memory (thinking of Jay probably the latter, although I do think that handling the first would be an interesting idea). KAI LOST HIS SISTER 😢😢😢 I have no doubt he's gonna beat himself up for it, like he did when Zane was gone too. Everyone lost their friend, she had become such a vital part of the team and now she is not here anymore it will be hard...

They are back with the four plus one green savior formation, I sincerely don't know how I feel about that 😅 I'm always happy when we get the OGs, but this is about going on without Nya... maybe Skylor will be called? Or Pixal will be more active? That could be interesting to see, who knows 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Gosh, how are they going to handle the next season? It will have to give A LOT of answers to the millions questions we all have right now. Man I can't wait, it could be anything!!! This is a Ninjago revolution!

But if I have to mention a little complain, and I'm a fangirl so I absolutely have to, Kai didn't show much of a reaction to Nya's "departure". Okay, she didn't straight up die like in Skybound (I'm gonna fear all BOUND seasons from now on 😱), but he's her brother and he loves deeply his family. Either we're gonna see him go all out next season, or the writers really did only focus on Jaya. A tiny bit salty... but you got me a fantastic finale so I'll move on 👍

Outstanding, I'm blown away. Whenever I think I'm used to this show they do stuff like this. I'm so glad and sad you guys 😅 But mostly happy that despite everything I still get very strong emotions while I watch this long time favorite show of mine 💜💜💜

What else can I say at this point? ONTO NEXT SEASON!!! 🤩🤩🤩

Thank you for reading me freaking out over LEGO spinning ninja as always! It helps me calm down but this time it might be harder thant the others... *sobs*

I need to lay down and process all of this, I'll be on my way 😂😂 BYE!!! 💜

[dice-and-die]

Cosmic Concupiscence (feral ZaDr AU)(chapter 3)

Alternate chapter title: Friendship is paramount, despite the differences. Second alternate title: Talk shit, get hit.

Zim crept along the forest floor on all fours, following the strange people. They looked like horribly deformed irkens to him, with no antenna, and no tails either! Oh man, what happened to their tails? Did they get cut off? Yikes! That’s a sad and frightening thought! Something must have mutilated these irkens real bad. It must be the thing they came out of, that shining metal beast. Yes that must be it, that is the reason, Zim decided, that they look so different. They looked around at the forest like they had never been in one. Zim scuttled up a tree and peered around it, glaring at Gaz and Dib in suspicion. He was so focused on them that he didn’t notice himself slipping and sliding down the tree, his claws scraping along the bark. Dib and Gaz looked over towards the sound, and Zim yelped in panic, scrambling back upwards and hiding as best he could. His tail thrashing in agitation, the only thing giving him away.

“Whoa What is that?!” Dib pointed and stared excitedly. “Did you see that Gaz?! Ah man, I have GOT to go get close to it!” Dib made a move towards the tree and Gaz yanked him back by the arm. “I don’t think so dumbass. We’re not getting killed today. I plan on bringing you back to dad in one piece, not fifty.” She grumbled. “But what if it’s not dangerous?! Huh?! What if it’s harmless like a small lizard or something?” Dib protested. “Uh Huh... Well what if it’s a big giant horrible murder beast that can rip you apart?” Gaz countered. “Then I’ll die happy, doing what I love. Going after the unknown.” Dib said in a smug tone of voice. “I don’t think so.” Gaz said, tugging him along. “It’s getting dark anyways, we need to go!” She turned them back around, holding onto her brother’s hand tightly. “But we’ve only been out here for a half hour! Besides I have a flashlight!” Dib complained. “Well you know what, I’d rather not get murdered in the dark tonight ok? So we’re going home now, and we’re coming back tomorrow. We can resume where we left off it’s not that difficult to get out Dib.” Gaz said. Dib just sighed in defeat and walked along with his sister.

Zim crept down from the tree, and continued to follow his subjects of interest. He padded along after them, being much more carful to be quiet this time. He hid around every object he came to, and peered out cautiously. Zim was still not exactly adept at being a perfect and silent stalker, but Dib and Gaz were none the wiser, at least Zim thought so. He froze and tensed up when Gaz stopped to listen. “What’s the matter?” Dib asked in concern. “Sssshhh.” Gaz covered his mouth. “Somethings following us.” She murmured. Zim tiptoed closer, cautiously, on all fours. Inching slowly towards them, curiosity getting  the better of him. Gaz and Dib turned around to look, as they heard a twig snap. Zim froze up, his eyes wide in panic as he made eye contact with Dib and Gaz. He simply stayed still as stone, and so did the two. Gaz squeezed Dib’s hand, and murmured to him. “When I say run, run.” Zim perked his antenna at the noise and squinted suspiciously at them, before he stood up, standing on his hind limbs.

“Run!” Gaz whispered urgently. She tugged on her brother’s arm but he stood still as stone, transfixed and focused only on Zim’s enormous ruby-magenta eyes. “Dib let’s go!” Gaz pulled at his arm again, sharply this time, and it pulled him out of his amazed stupor. Dib stumbled backwards before reluctantly letting Gaz lead him away at breakneck speed. Zim skittered back in alarm at their sudden movement, and then watched after them in confusion as they ran away from him. Why were they running? Zim had not made a move to attack them! He paused hesitantly for a moment, before dropping to all fours and bounding after the two, determined to catch up and explain himself. Dib looked behind them and his eyes widened in alarm at the sight of the feral irken, tearing after them like a wild animal on all fours.

“Gaz don’t look now. We have a follower.” Dib gasped. Gaz looked back anyways just in time to see Zim leap up from the ground to make a daring attack, pouncing for her brother. The two tumbled to the ground upon impact and easily broke apart, skidding and sliding in the leaves and the dirt. Dib scrambled back up and distanced himself from the alien. Zim staggered onto all fours and shook himself before turning to face Dib, confused by the expression of fury on his face. Dib stomped forward, and posed threateningly like he was going to attack, bluffing. Zim bought it though, and tore off in the other direction, screeching wildly, before standing off at a distance and continuing to observe them. He was shocked to find that the strange person had not actually came after him, and was instead running away. “HEY!” Zim shouted in anger, before once more giving chase.

Zim tore after them, and began to flank Gaz. Gaz turned and pulled a pepper spray bomb from her backpack and tossed it at Zim, who caught it, confused but interested in the strange object.... that is, until it exploded in a soft red cloud, leaving Zim howling in fear. His eyes and skin began to burn like nothing he’d ever felt before. He screamed in pain and staggered out of the cloud of smoke and pepper spray, clawing at himself and his eyes, thrashing in pain on the ground. Dib looked back at him in pity before Gaz tugged him in the direction of his ship. Zim staggered from the red cloud of pain and despair, and watched them run into the field, his vision blurred by tears of pain.

“Waaaaaiiiit!” Zim howled in irken, his voice raspy and strained from the pain of the pepper spray. “I just wanted to know who you are!” He collapsed to the ground staring helplessly after them, coughing and hacking. Dib looked back at the alien again, at the entrance of the ship now, his eyes wide in amazement. “You can talk...” He murmured quietly. “Dib let’s go! Before the expedition team gets back!” Gaz called impatiently after her brother. Dib raced up the extended platform that Gaz had brought down and through the emergency entrance. The two of them were panting and gasping for air, as they sat down on the floor of the ship, trying to collect their thoughts. “What.. is... wRONG WITH YOU?!” Gaz snapped at her brother. “Wha?” Dib looked at her with confusion and shock. “You could’ve been killed and you just stood there looking at it like a dumbass, you could’ve been lunch! What the hell would I do? What the absolute fuck would I say to dad, if you died?” Gaz glared at him, trembling in rage.

“Gaz... I told you, I was willing to take that risk!” Dib sighed quietly. “Well I’m not!” She shouted. “Whatever, all I know is that you shouldn’t have tossed that bomb.” He said, crossing his arms and finally returning her cold glare. “WhAT?!” Gaz was utterly beside herself, taken completely aback by this idiotic statement. “Didn’t you hear it Gaz? It can talk! That poor alien is a person! You hurt them!” Dib protested. “Oh my god, I don’t care! It was going to kill you!” She hollered. “If they were going to kill me, then they would’ve succeeded! Did you even see their claws?!” Dib snapped back at her. “Fine then! Go out there tomorrow and get killed! See if I care dumbass! That’s the last time I’m saving you from your stupid decisions!” Gaz retaliated in fury, before storming off. Dib glared after her and then made the most stupid (or maybe it was the best) decision of his life.

He got up, glared at Gaz as she turned to throw him one last angry look, and then smashed the emergency airlock button and leapt out of the ship. “DIB NO!” Gaz screamed in rage and shock. The airlock alarms went off, alerting the entire ship as to what was going on. The doors closed, leaving Gaz behind to merely stand there in shocked and disbelieving silence. Dib fell off the platform as it pulled back into the ship, landing on the ground with a heavy thud. He groaned and lay there in the grass for a moment, before struggling onto his feet. He looked up at the closed doors of the ship and wondered how mad his sister was right now. He sighed and shook his head, before racing back into the forest, narrowly avoiding the returning expedition team.

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Zim watched from afar as one of the figures leapt back out of the ginormous metal monstrosity and ran off into the forest. The irken tilted his head in confusion and he watched curiously as Dib ducked behind a tree, peering out at the expedition team in caution. Dib waited behind the tree, watching the team enter the ship, and then watching the doors close and the ramp ascend. Zim’s engrossed curiosity soon turned to horror as he watched Gir creep up behind Dib.

Gir bounded right up to Dib, chirping and clicking curiously, startling the boy. “Whoa what the!-“ Dib stayed perfectly still, inspecting Gir with both caution and interest as the irken child grabbed onto him without hesitation, and climbed up him like he was a tree. Gir stuck his face in Dib’s tilting his head at an angle and asked him a question in irken, frowning when Dib only tensed up and gave him a dumbly confused look. Zim had seen enough, and he charged out of hiding, snarling with wild rage. Dib looked over in alarm and scrambled backwards, throwing himself up against the tree, as Gir leapt off of him. Gir scampered off to watch nearby, with morbid curiosity.

Zim stopped just short of Dib, his face mere centimeters from Dib’s. He bared his dagger-sharp teeth at Dib and growled, his enormous ruby-magenta eyes narrowed down to thin slits. Dib flinched at the growl, but dared not look away from Zim’s eyes. They were too... deep.... and rather... beautiful.... Zim could see the look of fear creep off of Dib’s face, replaced with an expression of pure wonder. Zim backed up, staring in confusion at the stranger, his antenna flicking about wildly. “Wow.” Dib could barley manage to whisper. Zim threw a cautious look at Gir and then back at Dib, before backing up a little more. Dib snapped back to reality and looked on in disappointment as Zim scooped Gir up and raced off, all in one seamless and swift motion. He watched after the irken as he scrambled into a tree and watched Dib cautiously from high up, where he was safe.

Dib sat down, pulled out his notebook and started sketching furiously, tossing quick glances back up at Zim and Gir. What an amazing opportunity to observe without being bothered. “I knew it! I knew you wouldn’t hurt me! Gaz was wrong!” He mumbled smugly, smiling to himself. He stopped looking up and instead just focused on his sketch as dusk rolled in. He began to fill page after page of excited and scratchy-looking doodles. He looked up again expecting to see Zim and Gir still in the tree. Dib gave a startled yelp and scrambled backwards, clutching his chest in alarm, as Zim was mere inches from him and observing him with interest. Zim scuttled back on all fours at the Dib’s sound of alarm, looking around in paranoia, expecting a huge monstrous parent to come aggressively charging out of nowhere.

Dib looked at the alien cautiously and for a third time, their eyes met. Zim tilted his head as he looked at Dib, observing him carefully and taking in all his details that he hadn’t had time to pay attention to until now. Zim blinked slowly as if thinking deeply, before opening his mouth to speak. “Who are you?” He growled softly in irken. Dib stared dumbly for a moment and then shook his head in disbelief. This was really happening. An alien was speaking to him and it was there, and real. “I... I don’t understand you... I’m sorry.” Dib said softly, his voice full of disappointment. Zim frowned, displeased by this obvious problem. The irken crept cautiously forward to inspect Dib a little more closely, only mere inches away now.

Dib tensed up and leaned back a little as Zim leaned in, looking him up and down. “I said, who are you!?” The irken growled again, glaring at Dib as though he were stupid. Dib sighed and looked at the alien before deciding to shrug, attempting to help him see that he didn’t understand irken. “Oh? You don’t know who you are? I understand! You must have hit your head or something!” Zim smiled politely, nodding now that he “understood what the problem was.” Dib only gave him a confused and frustrated look, wondering how he could get around the problem of their obvious language barrier. Zim saw the frustration in his face and tilted his head. “See if you hit your head, that must be why you speak weird. Don’t worry! I think I can help you! You must be stupid from your head damage so that’s why you don’t understand that it’s going to be dark in a few minutes. Cause you know, you should really be hiding! Bad things come out at night! You can just come stay with me!” Zim smiled and held out his hand after he stood up.

Dib stood up and brushed the dirt and leaves off his clothes before tentatively taking the alien’s hand. This was really happening. He was holding hands with an alien person on another planet. Dib felt utterly mind blown and was filled with gratitude, but this person did not understand him and that was going to be a real problem. Zim gently tugged the boy along and led him through the forest, Gir excitedly trailing behind them. Zim smiled cheerfully, all previous caution and sense of danger had disappeared. Yes, this poor deformed irken was stupid, and not dangerous at all! There was nothing to be afraid of! He could help take care of this poor and unfortunate person! He was taking care of Gir after all! Dib only followed silently, wondering where he was being taken. Did this alien person have something cool to show him? Dib hoped he wasn’t willingly walking straight into death, like the dumbass his sister thought he was.

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Gaz was utterly enraged, but even more so, she was very worried for her brother’s safety. The expedition team began to board the ship, and they looked around in confusion at the airlock alarms going off. Gaz ran off to the elevator and frantically smashed the button to go to floor fifty two. She raced off to their room that she shared with Dib to hide from dad. She couldn’t face him, she just couldn’t. The room was strange without her brother’s presence, so foreign and alien. It was a discomforting thing, to not have him there. She felt guilty, like she should be out there looking for him, but it was so dangerous. All Gaz could hope for was that he’d make it through the night and come home, and that the guilt and fear wouldn’t eat her completely alive.

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Dib had a perfect amount of time, in the dying light, to observe the two aliens he walked alongside. Zim looked like a scaleless lizard-bug-person. But that description was crude and inaccurate, because there was so much more to the being before him. His skin was a soft sage green, and what Dib had mistaken for markings were in fact Scars. The alien was covered with scars and even a few bruises, and it made Dib wonder what had hurt him, as concentrated on the huge one between Zim’s shoulders. Zim continued to talk, oblivious of the fact that Dib wasn’t a complete moron. Dib wished he could understand what was being said. The whole time they walked, Zim had 100% refused to let go of Dib’s hand, afraid that if he were to let go he might loose his new friend. Dib watched his antenna twitch and flick at every little sound. Zim was certainly vigilant.

Gir was a more vibrant green than Zim, and he was covered in dark freckles from head to tail. His antenna curled outwards at the ends, and his eyes were a bright and warm cyan blue. Both of them were buck naked, and yet there was nothing between their legs. Not one ounce of anything. Dib didn’t even really feel the need to question it though, especially considering it wouldn’t really be any of his business. Gir appeared to be getting tired of walking, so he grabbed onto Dib and climbed up him, holding onto him easily by his clothes. Dib wrapped his free arm around the kid, smiling softly.

The trees began to thicken and Dib could hear murmurs in the shade of the forest. Zim had gone silent and was looking around, carefully observing that which Dib apparently could not see. The boy looked up and gasped audibly, at the sight before him. The tree canopy was all intertwined and connected with bridges of vines and wood, and further up in those trees, were homes that had been carved deep into them. Dib watched as other irkens slowly appeared and stared curiously at the new and strange sight before them. They began to slowly creep forward and gather in a circle around the three. Dib looked at their cautious and judging stares, and felt his gut twist in anxiety. Gir hopped down out of Dib’s arms and scampered up to Zim, who finally let go of Dib’s hand. The other irkens began to murmur and talk, pondering over Dib, who was unfortunately oblivious to what they were saying.

“What is it?” Tak whispered. “I don’t know but it looks weird.” Skoodge replied. “Can we eat it?” Larb asked. “No dumbass! We don’t eat people! We eat animals.” Tenn growled in response to Larb’s stupidity. “It’s got too many clothes on. What’s it hiding it’s body like that for?” Skutch asked. “I-Is it dangerous?” Floog whined anxiously. “I don’t think it’s dangerous. Don’t you smell that? It reeks of adolescence.” Poki said in disdain. “I don’t think it smells all that bad!” Skoodge piped up. “Oh please Skoodge, you play with the big nasty murder-rats, of course this thing smells good to you.” Tenn snapped. “Hey!” Skoodge cried out indignantly. “Oh back off Tenn, the rats don’t smell bad. Get your head out of your hole and quit acting like your better than everyone else.” Tak snarled. “Oh my gosh fight! Fight fight fight fight!” Larb cackled, clearly entertained. “Guuuuuyyyys don’t fight. Haven’t we all fought enough today???” Floog sighed. “It’s gotta be hiding something! Just look at the big thing it’s got on it’s back!” Flobee hissed suspiciously. “Guys, guys, it’s not dangerous! I swear! I wouldn’t bring something bad home! It’s just stupid and needs a little help!” Zim tried desperately to assure his clan-mates. “All of you be quiet!” Poki snarled. “The Tallests are coming!”

Red and Purple sauntered up to the group, large and intimidating, they glared at the gathered crowd. “What’s going on here?” Red called out loudly, his scathing red eyes glaring deep into those who dared look at him directly. Purple looked more casually inconvenienced and was generally over all, quite disinterested in the goings on of others. “Zim brought a stranger home!” Alexovich finally said, breaking the long moment of awkward silence. “We can see that.” Purple growled, glaring Zim down. “What is it? And why did you bring it here?” Red hissed, his voice seething with venomous hatred. Zim fidgeted uncomfortably under the disgusted gaze of his Tallests, before finally managing to speak up and explain himself. “Um.. well.. it’s strange and new, and kind of stupid... so.. well I just, I thought maybe... since it was alone, that it needed help... it can’t even speak correctly... but I swear it’s NOT dangerous!” He looked up at Red and Purple, giving a nervous but innocent and sweet smile.

“Eeeuuurrgh.. nice try defective. We don’t need another useless idiot in the clan.” Purple hissed in a cruel and intimidating tone. “H-hey!” Zim cried out, making the mistake of showing how much Purple’s words hurt. “Yeah you already adopted one. We really don’t need three of them around here.” Red chimed in, a smug look of satisfaction crossing his face. “Leave Gir out of this!” Zim demanded, growling in anger, his tail thrashing back and forth. “You’d better watch yourself Zim!” Red snarled, getting close and in his face. “Or I’ll have to add another scar to your pretty little face.” He hissed, showing off his sharp teeth and claws. Zim glaring into Red’s eyes, and unable to back down out of pure pride, growled softly. “Oh really?” A terrible grin unfurled upon Red’s face and he flicked his antenna forward. Purple chuckled at Red’s command and raised his hand to bring his claws down on Zim.

Purple’s claws made direct contact with the back of Zim’s neck. “AAAIIIEEEEAAAUUUGH!” The young irken howled in pain, his translucent pink blood flying. Red head-butted the shorter irken to the ground, and was about to pounce upon him.

“HEY!” Dib yelled. The boy had seen enough. He grabbed Purple’s arm in just the nick of time, before he could land another blow. “Back off. Right. Now.” He glared directly into Purple’s eyes before shoving him into Red. The entire clan gasped in shock, having been completely silent up until that point. No one had ever dared face a Tallest in such a manner, let alone be physically aggressive towards one. “Why you little-“ Red raised himself up to his full height and snarled wildly, showing the boy just how much of a mistake he’d made. “I’m not afraid of you!” Dib raised his voice at feral irken, who towered a full head above Dib. “Red! Red back down! It speaks vortatian!” Purple howled in alarm, getting back to his feet. Red took a step back, hissing in agitation. “Vortatian?! I thought we killed them all off!?” He growled.

“Listen here kid! You made a big mistake coming here, and you made an even bigger mistake with that little stunt just now!” Purple recited in perfect english. “What the- how... what....” Dib was shocked that an alien person had just spoken english to him. He could’ve been talking to these people the entire time! “How do you... how do you know english????” He gasped. Red and Purple shared a look of disgust and bared their fangs and claws, posing to attack. “Vortatians are supposed to be extinct! We killed them ALL!” Red snarled in fury, leaping for Dib. Dib ducked down and out of the way, leaving Red sailing straight into the ground. He landed face first, letting out a sharp yelp of pain.

Zim meanwhile, watched this hellish scene unfold before him like a nightmare. “Stop!” The young irken howled, grabbing onto Dib’s arm. “Do you have a death wish?” He cried out in irken. “Your earning yourself an early death! Stop stop stop! Back down!” He pulled Dib’s arm until the boy crouched down to the ground with him. Red and Purple towered over the two, their fiery and enraged eyes meeting with Dib’s. Zim grabbed his alien friend’s head and forced him to look away. “Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad oooooohh bad bad bad!” He mumbled quietly, looking away and shaking in fear. Red and Purple leaned in, getting uncomfortably close to the two. “We’d better not see either of you for a week.” Red hissed quietly. “You should feel grateful that we’re letting you both live.” Purple growled in vortatian/english. “Especially you.” He grabbed Dib’s face and looked directly into his eyes.

“Now get lost. You know where to go.” Red growled with a smug look on his face. “Oh no! Not again! My Tallests please not the badlands! The acid fall is in three days and the hogulus lives down there!” Zim pleaded desperately. “Hey, yeah , your sending them out there to die!” Skoodge spoke up, a look of horror and worry upon his face. “Good! Now shut your mouth or you’ll be joining them!” Purple hissed right in Skoodge’s face. Skoodge backed up and averted his gaze in an act of submission. “Y-yes my Tallests, I’ll be quiet. I’m sorry.” He looked at Zim in pity until their eyes met, at which point Skoodge looked away in discomfort, his squeedilyspooch churning with anxiety.

And it was right then and there that you could pinpoint the exact moment Zim’s heart was shredded into pieces. Zim cowered down for a moment, almost on the verge of tears before he vigorously shook his head and tugged Dib along with him, keeping low to the ground on all fours. Gir clung to Zim’s back and looked back sadly as the Tallests glared after the three with narrowed eyes filled with hate and rage. “It’s okays papa, yous didn’t gets beaten too bad this time!” He chirped in encouragement once they were out of earshot, not quite understanding the full gravity of the situation. Zim barely acknowledged the smeet though, only staring down at the ground as he walked, trying his best not to let fear and sadness consume him. “I didn’t know you spoke vortatian...” Zim mumbled quietly to Dib, feeling stupid for not recognizing the language earlier. “Oh um... it’s ok...??” Dib tried his best to console the young irken.

“Umm... I just wish I understood your language.” Dib said. “It’s fine. I understand vortatian well enough.” Zim said. “Hey... who are you by the way?” The irken asked, his curiosity peaked once more. “My name is Dib.” He said, forcing an awkward smile. “Oh.” The irken said quietly. “I’m Zim.” He said after a moment of thought. Dib stopped walking and smiled much more genuinely this time, and held his hand out to Zim. “Well, I’m glad I met you Zim.” He said sweetly. Zim looked at his hand in confusion, not quite understanding handshakes. “Glad?” He said, tilting his head and looking at the boy like he’d grown two heads. “Seriously? Glad? Your... Your actually happy to be around me?” He asked in a very serious tone. Dib seemed taken aback by this statement. “Of course I am!” He said, in a mildly shocked tone of voice. “I... don’t think that anyone has ever said that to me....” Zim said, looking down at his hands and fidgeting while he thought about it. He looked back up at Dib and had tears in his eyes, which shined in the now waning moonlight. “Well then, I’m glad that I met you too!” He said, genuinely smiling in happiness, something he hadn’t done in a long time.

[justnarry]

Always the Best Friend

Chapter 4: Take Out

"I want, I want, I want, to be loved by you"

I want was the last song on their setlist. When they finished you see the boys run off stage towards you. Harry grabs your arm and you run with them towards the exit and into their tour bus. Thank God you never wore heels.

Their adrenaline rush hasn't worn off yet and all five of them were bouncing all over the place, raving about how great the show was. You can't help but join in and point out specific times you thought were an absolute laugh.

"Haz, that must have been the 100th time you've fallen on stage." you say and the boys laugh

"Really hope someone's got it on camera, that'll be all over twitter tomorrow!" Liam adds.

"Oh sod off will you?" Harry directs this at Liam

"Think was funny, eh?" Harry says laughing while grabbing you into a tight embrace and tickling your sides

Liam and Zayn exchange funny looks, while Louis looks nervously at Niall who at that moment chose to pretend to be interested in something outside the tour bus window.

You manage to free yourself from Harry and sit yourself between him and Niall. You notice Niall has been uncharacteristically quiet so you decide to break the ice by saying, "Hey who's up for take out? Can't deprive our little leprechaun here, can we? Been almost 2 hours since he's last eaten!"

The boys agree and you manage to get a smile out of Niall. You decide to take that as an opportunity and give him a little cuddle in the hopes that that might cheer him up. He lets out his signature laugh, and you're happy that that did the trick. You hated it when any of your boys felt down.

You and the boys decide to get McDonald's drive thru. While you were waiting for your turn to order, you notice Harry's phone was blowing up with message alerts. "Whoa, someone's determined to get a hold of you." you say.

"Uhh, it's nothing." Harry replies.

"Nothing?! You and her have been texting nonstop for weeks now!" Louis says in an offended tone.

"Yeah bro. I hear you late at night in your bunk snickering too. Some of us want to sleep you know." Zayn adds laughing.

It's the first time you've heard of this, and you can't deny it stings a bit. Harry has always been a big flirt ever since you knew him, but he was never one to follow it up with long exchanges of text messages. As far as you knew, the only girls Harry's kept in constant contact with was always just you, Anne and Gemma. But it seems like that's changed, and 'for weeks now' according to Louis.

"Y/N?" Harry asks in a concerned tone. You must have been quiet longer than you thought, so you scramble to save face and say, "So who's the unlucky girl?" in tone much too cheerful than you intended.

"She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts, She's cheer captain..." Liam started to sing.

And all you could say was, "No way..." as your heart sank for the second time tonight.

Felt like everyone was struggling to find the right words to say, and there was an awkward silence that made your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You must have looked so silly fooling around with Harry tonight, laughing as he tickled you and genuinely being happy because you missed him so much and you were finally together. "What an idiot" you say to yourself

Still the silence droned on until "So Y/N, it's a large coke, large french fries and a cheeseburger for you right?" Niall asks.

And you could not have been more thankful for your Irish best friend than at that moment, you flash a grateful smile at Niall "You forgot something else, Horan. Im offended" you joke.

"Hold the pickle on that burger" Niall winks and you laugh. It was no surprise Niall's got your order memorized by heart, what with all the late night take out you two get. You go over to Niall and the window where the cashier was handing out your order, partly because you remembered you haven't eaten anything since breakfast and was starving but mostly because you just couldn't stand Harry staring at you since the conversation about his new fling started anymore.

Niall hands you your take out and hands the rest of the boys' theirs.

For the rest of the drive it felt Niall was determined to distract you with hilarious stories from the time you spent apart while Louis, Liam and Zayn kept badgering Harry for details on how he and Taylor were doing.

When the tour bus came to a stop at your hotel, you and Niall were the last ones to alight but before you do,

"Ni, thank you..."

You didn't have to say what for, Niall just replies with a smile

"I got you, love."

He says back looking into your eyes with those deep blues of his, and you smile back. Your heart feeling a little less heavy than it was just a few moments ago.

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