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linniewrites · 2 years ago

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We all have our issues | Chapter 1

idol!jungkook x chubby!student!reader

Summary : you sleep over at Jungkook’s for the first time, and realize that you do, indeed, see him as more than a friend.

Words : 2,147

Warnings : age gap (Jk is 25 while oc is 20), anxiety, skin picking, fear of dogs (?), insecurities.

Notes : jk’ s whipped and has her as “baby” in his phone, oc’s anxious even when everything’s fine, but she’s cute and has skincare so she’s happy, she’s also whipped. And she loves Bam.

JK🎸

i’ll be here in five

i’m here

You put your phone in the pocket of your jacket and grab your keys from the counter before heading out and locking the door behind you. A smile etched onto your face when you saw your friend dressed in an all black outfit, just like you and waved shyly at him.

“Hi.”

“Hey, how’re you ?”

“Good. Nervous.”

He put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder. “Don’t be, my son’s a good boy.”

“I’m sure he is. I just get a little nervous around dogs.” The elevator opened so you both walked in and clicked the lobby button so you could get out of the building. Tonight was going to be your first time at Jungkook’s place, you’d quickly became friends after your first meeting, and you’d been talking for a few weeks. Whenever you hung out, it was either at your apartment, or small parks and places he knew. You really wanted this to go well, so you’d gotten a really cute outfit, even though you were a bit nervous about wearing it out, you still opted for it after a sudden hit of confidence. You had a skin tight black Calvin Klein shirt, low rise black jeans and chunky black sneakers, all that covered by an oversized black jean jacket. While waiting for the elevator to stop, you fiddled with your hoop earring, pulling and twisting at it, when you felt Jungkook’s hand on yours, stopping your movements.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.” You quickly pulled your hand away and looked down, embarrassed.

“Right…”

The elevator dinged, and your eyes almost came out of your skull when you reached the black Mercedes car. It was definitely not something you could afford, or had ever been in. The tattooed man opened the door and winked at you before closing it and doing a cute walk back to his side of the car.

You put your seatbelt on and giggled when he sat down behind the wheel and turned on the LED lights a bright pink.

“I like your car, it’s cool.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking of getting a motorcycle, though.” He said, waiting for your opinion.

“They’re so dangerous.” The way his face fell physically made your heart ache, so you quickly continued. “But it would be pretty amazing, you’d look really cool. Plus, I know you’re careful.”

“Yeah, you’ve got to be with these things.”

The rest of the ride was filled with laughter and singing, mainly his, because you didn’t dare to try and sing in front of him. Turns out his apartment is a lot further away from yours than you thought, you noticed it is closer to your university though. Jungkook even offered to pick you up sometimes, so you wouldn’t have to take the bus, and you had accepted, only after making him promise it didn’t bother him. Once you were in front of Jungkook’s apartment door, he slowly turned to you and took your hands in his, bringing heat to your face.

“Okay. This is it. My humble little home.”

“Humble little home, huh ?” You teased.

“Yep.” He unlocked the door and let you walk in first. When he stepped behind, he looked around and took notice of his Doberman staring at you from his bedroom’s door frame.

He let out a laugh and called him over. “Bam ! Come here !” The dog happily hurried to his owner’s legs with wiggly tail and ears. “Okay, this…” He turned Bam’s head so he could get a good look at you. “Is my friend, ___. She’s real nice, so don’t scare her off.” You smiled and kneeled so you could let the dog sniff you. Ban walked to you and nudged your knee with his nose before raising his head and rubbing it against your tummy. “Hi Bam.” He barked softly at you, making you gasp and scratch behind his ear. “You’re such a nice boy, aren’t you ?”

“So… let me show you around.” Jungkook took a hold of your hand and guided you to the living area. “This is the living room. I guess…” The apartment made you laugh, it looked like a student apartment, light walls empty of any decorations, an empty hanger racks next to the couch, which was way too large to belong to a student. However, there was also workout gear right next to the television, which also looked really expensive. “The kitchen. We can cook something, or order out. Whatever you want.”

“Oh. Whatever’s best for you, I’m not complicated or anything.” You shrugged anxiously.

“___. Do you want to order out ? If not, I’ll cook something for you, I’m pretty good.”

“I swear, I don’t care.” As long as it doesn’t inconvenience him, you’d eat whatever.

“We’ll order out then.” He settled.

“Great.” Thank god you brought your wallet with you.

You ended up ordering two servings of spicy tteokbokki along with a bottle of iced tea to share. While waiting for it to happen, Jungkook had decided to put on Criminal Minds, only because he knew how much you liked it, he’d never seen it before, so you were really excited to show him the first seasons. You were sitting on the couch, knees to your chin and Jungkook’s arm around your body. You didn’t know it, but the singer kept taking peaks at your face, admiring you enjoying your favorite show. He found it funny that the show was about such awful things, but you listened to it so intently, and had even called it your comfort show. You looked so happy, so calm, Jungkook wished he could only ever see you like this, and never have you feel down, like you had the day you’d first met.

The doorbell rang, startling you, Jungkook took his arm off you and jumped over the couch to get to the door. While he was thanking the delivery man, you took a few bills from your wallet that was in your jacket and set them down on the table. Jungkook dropped the hot boxes in front of you, and quickly went to get glasses for you. When he came back he realized the money on the table wasn’t his so he handed it back to you.

“No, it’s for the food.”

“___, it’s my treat.” You shook your head, insisting he took your money. “It’s fine, I swear.” You ignored him and started opening the two boxes, putting one on your right for him, and filling his glass with the cold drink before starting with your own. He sighed in defeat and left the money where it was, and thanked you before sitting back down and digging in. He raised his glass to yours and tilted it with a smile. You did the same with yours and clinked them together, smiling cheekily. “Cheers.”

⭒

You clenched your eyes at the light the sun was letting in and spread your arms on the bed, feeling around for the teddy bear you usually slept with. Confused as to why you couldn’t find it, you slowly opened your eyes and frowned when you realized the bed you were resting in wasn’t yours. You sat up and took a look around the room, admiring the many Marvel figurines on the shelves. You remembered dinner with Jungkook last night, and cleaning up, as well as watching more episodes of your favorite crime show. But you didn’t remember coming in his bedroom. You stood up, ruffling your jeans to get comfortable in them, before slowly heading for bathroom. Your hair was a mess, so you wet your hands and tried to tame it with some water. When you deemed it was enough, you went to the living room.

“Kook ?” You called out, whispering. The closer you got closer to the living area, the louder the snoring sounded.

You walked to the couch and looked down at the man sleeping. Jungkook’s hair was a mess, he was wearing shorts and a large shirt and the beanie he had on last night was now discarded on the floor. You bent down to pick it up and since you didn’t know what to do, you sat down on the other side of the couch so you wouldn’t disturb your friend’s slumber. You knew Jungkook snored, you’d seen his friends mock him in videos, and he’d even told you himself, but it was still surprising. It was loud, very loud, but it was also so endearing, the way his nose scrunched up the same way as when he smiled too hard, made you want to place soft kisses all over his face. You decided to lay down on the couch, you brought your legs up to rest them under your chin and simply waited for your friend to wake up.

Bam whined when he heard the leather of the couch move and ran up to see who it was, as soon as he recognized you, he jumped on the couch and settled next to you, accidentally waking up his dad.

“Hi.” You said softly, a dumb smile on your face from Jungkook’s hair flying in all directions.

“Good morning.” He rubbed his eyes and yawned, sitting up. He patted his lap and whistled for his dog to give him a hug, which he happily did. “Do you want to eat something ?” He turned to you.

“No, thank you. I’m just gonna go home.” Your cheeks gained some warmth, which went unseen by him as you mumbled out the rest of your sentence. “Wanted to say hello to you first.”

He quickly stood up and walked to his kitchen counter to take his car keys. “I’ll take you home.” He said while struggling to slip his shoes on.

“Thanks.” Why are you feeling disappointed when you’re the one that said you wanted to leave ? He’s just being the kind, friendly soul he’s always been, so why does that sadden you ? Maybe, it’s because you don’t want him to waste his time with you, and you hoped he’d leave you alone. Truly, it’s because you wished he would ask you to stay, and cuddle him some more like you had yesterday when you fell asleep.

“My lady.” He opened the door for you and did an exaggerated reverence when you walked past him. You laughed and leaned against the wall while waiting for him to bid goodbye to his dog and lock the door behind him. “C’mon.” He turns to you and sigh. “___, you’re gonna be cold.” He zips your jacket up, shaking his head and flicking your nose with his finger when it’s fully closed. He wraps his arm around you and leads you to the elevator.

When the car reaches your apartment complex, he brings your face closer to his with his hand on the back of your head, and presses a loving kiss to your temple. “Bye bye.”

“Bye.” You open the door sheepishly and wave goodbye. You quickly walk inside the building and without looking back, climb into the elevator and soon enough, get inside your home. It’s a Saturday, so there’s not really anything you have to do, apart from cleaning a little, all of your assignments are finished, there’s no need for new groceries, you’re off work. You walk to your fridge and take a coke bottle into your hands before untwisting its cap and chugging the drink down your throat. That’s when a question stops you ; why’d you leave Jungkook’s apartment ? You’re only going to stay in bed the whole day, when you could’ve had fun with him. You decide to hop in the shower and rest in bed for the rest of the day. You use your time to your advantage, you wax your entire body, give your hair an oil bath and pamper your skin when you get out of the steaming room. One of the many sheet masks you’re putting away is said to be for combination skin and has a cute bunny draw on it, which takes your mind back to your tattooed friend. You swiftly snap a picture of it, but don’t press send and keep it in your album. Finally, you take your lip mask and spread a good glob of it on your lips before getting under your fluffy blanket to watch something on Disney+. Thank god for scholarships because if not for it, your job wouldn’t enable you to pay for everything you have, especially not your new phone, and expensive self-care products. After an afternoon watching Criminal Minds, and a very yummy dinner, you finally muster the strength to text Jungkook, selecting the picture you took earlier with a text.

baby🪽

i saw this and it made me think of you it’s so cute 🥹

i saw this and it made me think of yo

i saw this and it ma

i saw th

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hansolmates · 4 years ago

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distance learning (m)

banner done by the beautiful @eerieedits

summary; after their first hookup, jungkook isn’t so sure whether you’re serious about being exclusive. after all, people say things during sex. jungkook takes it in his own hands to figure out where you stand, and he realizes soon enough that eavesdropping is a bad habit pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, crack, insecure!jk, unresolved sexual tension, stressed!mc, this is really just unnecessary drama bc drama is fun™, sexting, dom kook’s still a meanie in control, posession kink, cock slapping, a blowjob, cockwarming, unprotected, creampie, squirting, (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) and of course the excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 6.1k a/n; haaaaaa three months later im finally posting pt 2! i figured that no matter how many times i edit/reread at this point i think it’s time to finally let this beast go!!! enjoyyy click here for part 1: remote learning drabbles; 01

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It’s been a week since the thing.

The remote-controlled vibrator thing.

The whole sappy-love-confesion-during-sex thing.

Jungkook is antsy, tail tucked in, perpetually wondering whether he went too far. You seemed to like it, and Jungkook definitely loved it. It was spicy and dirty and hot, and at the same time Jungkook thought he really made progress in expressing his feelings for you. Not only that, you said you liked him back!

At least, he thought you did.

“I really said I’d feed her lasagna and cum in the same sentence,” Jungkook bemoans into his pillow, which still lingers faintly of your Redken shampoo. “I’m disgusting. She thinks I’m disgusting.”

People say things during sex, Jungkook knows that. In the throes of passion and pleasure, people will say anything that comes to their mind, anything that fits the mood. Of course, you’d be tied in and say you like him back. But did you like him back as a friend? As a fuckbuddy? As something more?

“Fucking text her,” Taehyung is tired of Jungkook’s wallowing, everytime he checks in on the app developer he’s brooding in one of three places. Today’s his bedroom. Taehyung dips under the blankets, and steals Jungkook’s pillow right under his nose.

Jungkook suppresses a whimper, face melding into the blankets. Now that pillow is going to smell like Taehyung.

“Text her what,” Jungkook replies despondently.

“I don’t know, something along the lines of ‘I wanna follow through with my proposition of feeding you my cum and lasagna—not simultaneously. Wanna go on a date this weekend?’ It’s that simple,” Taehyung gets up in Jungkook’s face, dark eyes forcing him to bore right in. “Want me to do it for you?”

“Noo, I’m an adult I can—”

“I did it for you.”

Jungkook nearly knocks into Taehyung’s hard head, sitting up straight when he notices his phone behind his roommate’s back. This is what he gets for sharing passwords. Thankfully, the message is cleaner than Taehyung’s words, and you’ve already replied.

[1:23] Jungkook: would you like to go out for dinner this weekend? pasta and wine?

[1:25] You: it’s a busy week this week 🥺 raincheck?

“Was the sex that bad?” Taehyung frowns, reading the message twice.

“N-no,” Jungkook is sweating. He isn’t sure anymore.

Taehyung hands Jungkook back his phone, slowly, as if you’ll reply back with a change of your mind. Jungkook is a deflated balloon on his bed, feeling like a bum in his ratty sweater and a dateless weekend.

“It’s just that,” Taehyung puts a hand on his lip, mulling, “busy people don’t reply that fast. Like even if she wasn’t busy, there’s a fifteen-minute leeway before replying.”

This silly rule overrides Jungkook’s mind for the rest of the week.

The gyms have been reopened for months, and Jungkook’s trainer misses him dearly. Jungkook meets with Saeroyi in the morning, eager to get a few jabs in with some fresh equipment. He tries to move on, distract himself with a couple of pumps and a match with Saeroyi. It feels great to sweat it off, but it doesn’t help sway Jungkook’s incessant thoughts.

The ball is in your court now, Jungkook has nothing to do but wait. Some people are just bad texters, maybe you just happened to have your phone near you when Taehyung sent the message. Maybe you just wanted to cut Jungkook off as quickly as possible so you decided to reply fast and rip the band-aid.

No, you’re definitely not that cold-hearted.

Re-entering his apartment complex, his eyes linger towards where your room lies on the first floor. It’s all the way at the end of the hallway, and he’s tempted to just confront you and make sure that what you and him really had is indeed, over. Conversely, you could just really be having a bad week and you genuinely do want a raincheck.

Jungkook’s eyes trail to his form. Still in his gym clothes, and a little sweaty from the travel time. If he gets caught, he can just tell you he’s doing a cooldown by running across the hallways. Not the first time it’s happened, afterall it led him to you at one point.

He breaks into a soft jog, making a beeline to your front door. His feet squish against your old welcome mat. You haven’t changed it since Halloween, and he smiles fondly at the black scripted “Boo Y’all” written in script next to a chibi-ghost.

His heart beats faster as his hand lingers by the door, ready to knock. Deep breaths. Who knows, he could just be overthinking (like usual.)

“Fuck, Hobi!”

Jungkook freezes, his knuckles a centimeter away from your door. He backs up as if he’s been burned. His heart has fallen all the way down to his ass, and intends to stay there because now he feels like a damn fool.

The bed is creaking relentlessly, a rhythmic pattern that has Jungkook’s face crumbling at every spring. Jungkook’s face hovers over the door, his ear brushing against the wood.

“C’mon, bunny,” the male voice is teasing, “you know you love having me over. It would satisfy both of us if you’d just let it go.”

Bunny. A cute pet name, for sure. The way it rolls off the stranger’s tongue is natural, as if he’s been saying it for years. But what about being his doll, is that not good enough?

You’re huffy, taking deep breaths. He doesn’t want to hear anymore. Jungkook has put himself through enough self-wallowing for the week. What if he was just a stepping stone to meeting new people that will satisfy you better? What if you just needed one good orgasm to get your flow back, and Jungkook’s job is done? Sure, there were no strings attached when he proposed to have sex with you, but he thought…

No more thinking. Jungkook jogs away from the door, even going so far is to jog all the way up to the penthouse.

He hates this.

You hate this.

It’s been five days since Hoseok’s arrival, and you are going bonkers. Why couldn’t he get a hotel or an AirBnB? Because he’s cheap as fuck, that’s why. Your dinky cousin has been clinging to you like a lonely koala, and while you found it cute in the 5th grade, it doesn’t translate well nearly two decades later.

Every morning is the same. You make a subpar toast and Nutella breakfast, letting Hoseok’s slices go cold as you log in for work. You’ve been clocking in earlier in the hopes to finish the majority of your tasks before Hoseok wakes up, because by then you can barely function. Once he wakes up, he’s relentless, bouncing on the bed and talking your head off while you try to concentrate on whatever your boss is telling you. Whenever he jumps too hard, your cheap mattress causes your laptop to fly, and the only thing you can do is curse him out. Sometimes he plays Disney movies and sings in tandem, choreography and all.

You know that Hoseok is stressed and this is his outlet, and you don’t have it in you to stop his incessant habits. He’s visiting your area because of a lucrative job offer nearby and the interviews are sporadic, making Hoseok linger in your apartment for hours at a time until he’s summoned for whatever test they want to throw at him.

Most of the interviews are in the evening, and it’s when you can clock back in and finish your leftover assignments while Hoseok is also working. By the time he returns, you’re dog tired and so is he.

Every night, you try to move away from Hoseok’s clingy self, as he grapples onto your waist and slings a thigh over your belly. You wish it were someone else sharing the bed with you.

If you bring Jungkook into the picture however, you’d be burnt for the week. Complete crumbs. It would be too much stimulation for you, having to balance work, Hoseok’s incessant attitude, and putting on a face for Jungkook. Your relationship with the penthouse neighbor is barely budding, hardly watered considering Hoseok’s sudden visit. You cling to the fact that in a couple days you would be giving your undivided attention to Jungkook, most of your priorities out of the way, and most importantly, you’ll have your own room back.

Maybe you could surprise him by giving him a pasta dinner, just like he proposed.

Unable to get the thought out of your head, you blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand. It’s late, very late for a workday. The blue screen burns your eyes a bit, but you're determined to at least check up on Jungkook. You can’t take too long, otherwise you won’t be able to sleep and get him out of your head. Dear, unassuming cousin Hoseok is fast asleep next to you, due to the fact it’s nearly midnight. Making sure not to disrupt him, you carefully cup your phone in your hands, putting it on the lowest light setting.

[11:54] You: hey, hope work hasnt been as draining for u as it’s been for me ☠️ what’s your opinion on pasta sauces, red or white?

Jungkook is normally a fast texter, at least from your experience. It’s you that’s the sporadic texter, sometimes taking hours to reply, other times in seconds. It never really mattered until now, however. But it takes five, ten, and finally fifteen minutes before you get a response.

[12:09] Jungkook: ???

You frown, wondering what you said wrong.

[12:10] You: do you not wanna do pasta anymore? Are you craving something else now?

[12:10] Jungkook: i don’t think it’d work out

[12:10] You: why?

[12:11] Jungkook: im sure you know why, bunny.

Strange. He’s never called you bunny before, and in your opinion you think he’d be the bunny in the relationship—soft and cuddly on the outside, and an absolute horn ball in bed. Is this some sort of weird power play? Is he being passive aggressive on purpose? Whatever this game is, you’re not into it. Grumbling under your breath, you snake out of bed, looking blindly for your slippers in the dark. You’ll be in and out of Jungkook’s apartment in ten minutes.

Just as your hand brushes the doorknob, your new roommate calls for you.

“Bunny?” Hoseok calls blearily, and you’re staring straight at his cookie-printed eye mask, “what time is it, where are you going?”

“Um, out,” you reply shortly, “I forgot I left my laundry in the dryer.”

“Oh, m’kay. Come back soon, y’know I can’t sleep alone.”

It’s then you realize. Bunny. Jungkook thinks that Hoseok and you are a thing. He really needs to stop eavesdropping on you.

You feel your pussy frown. Your cousin is such a cockblock and he doesn’t even know it. Without an answer, you slip through your door and into the first free elevator. As you zing up the floors with the magical 1234 code, you work and rework your hair in and out of its style, wondering if you’ll look more presentable with your hair messy or thrown back.

As soon as you reach the penthouse, you burst into action. “Jungkook!” you cry, pounding the front door, “it’s a misunderstanding, open up!”

The door immediately swings open after the first three knocks, and you punch Taehyung in the chest.

“You look awful,” Kim Taehyung drawls. Taehyung is wearing nothing but a cranberry red silk kimono, and you have to avert your eyes and focus on his face, which is even worse because he’s looking at you like an all-knowing psychic.

“Gee, thanks,” you try to move past him, but he’s blocking the door.

“Jungkook’s in a meeting with some foriegn developers,” Taehyung talks with his hands, pretending like he has any idea of the nature of his roommate’s job, “when it’s this late he doesn’t leave his office until morning. Door’s locked.”

“Well then, can you relay a message?”

“Depends, is this message going to hurt him further?”

Oh my goodness, when Taehyung wants to be he is such an enabler. “Tell Jungkook he’s done wallowing. Instead of jumping to conclusions, maybe he should’ve just asked me why we couldn’t go on a date this week.”

“You could’ve also just told him you have a man on the side.”

“Ohmygod you two are two iotas of a combined braincell!” you shove your hands in your pocket, hotly scrolling through your phone so you can shove a picture in his face. “This is Jung Hoseok, my cousin who derailed my plans this week by crashing in my too-tiny apartment and forced me to raincheck with Jungkook. He’s a blabbermouth and would tell everyone—my parents, my grandparents, my great-aunts—about Jungkook if he found out I was dating, and I’m not ready for that,” you zoom in on the picture, despite the fact that the screen is practically touching Taehyung’s nose, “and the reason Hoseok calls me bunny is not sexual—you two are fucking gross—I had front tooth problems in elementary school and I had a brace on my two big teeth, it was not pretty.”

“Ah, bunny.” Taehyung echoes with wide eyes, looking at you as if you’re now the one with sage wisdom, “it all makes sense now.” He gulps, taking in the old photo of a mini-Hoseok and you, yourself frowning to cover your huge braces and Hoseok trying to pull your gums apart with his greasy little fingers.

Satisfied by Taehyung’s evident squirming, you decide you’re too tired to further this interaction. “Tell the other half of your cell for me, will ya?” You’re already turning away, pressing repeatedly at the elevator button, “I would love to go on a date with him as soon as he gets his head out of his ass.”

Jungkook is tired, but not tired enough to murder Taehyung and make it look like an accident.

When he has late meetings, Taehyung is usually quieter around the apartment, and even gets Jungkook a hot meal once he wakes up in the afternoons. Today, Jungkook slept through and through. Normally he’d wake up midway to Taehyung’s television dramas, or the clanging of last night’s dishes but nope, not a peep.

And today’s hot meal is takeout from Jungkook’s favorite ramen restaurant. That only means one thing—something has gone to shit and Taehyung feels guilty.

Jungkook sips his tonkotsu impossibly slow, hearing Taehyung’s words—your words from last night—clear as day. Taehyung even describes in detail where the nickname bunny comes from, down to how miserable you looked in the photo with your monstrously metal-bent teeth. Oh, how he wishes he can swaddle you between the blankets, hold you and comfort you while you deal with your family.

[2:45] Jungkook: doll, im so sorry

[2:45] Jungkook: please, i booked us a weekend at that new spa that just opened downtown. The tickets are flex, so if your cousin doesn’t leave by then week we can always reschedule

[2:51] Jungkook: baby doll…

This is far worse than believing you didn’t like him. Now Jungkook is antsy, knowing you deserve all the space in the world because of how silly he was being. You owe him nothing. If he just waited it out until you were ready, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He’s potato-esque throughout the day, thankfully Taehyung gives him space as he watches hours of mindless television.

You don’t reply until very late into the night.

[10:10] You: IM ALIVE--barely!! And mr. jeon, you’re not only a triple texter, but an ellipsis texter???? You’re asking for trouble

Jungkook has no shame, immediately texting you back. He can’t help it, he’s smitten.

[10:12] Jungkook: taehyung explained everything. It’s all his fault. Don’t ask why, it’s his fault. Im so sorry.

[10:12] You: mm, it’s okay. Just a misunderstanding. I was pretty upset last night, but i’ve been pretty tired this week so my fuse is short.

[10:14] Jungkook: you should go to sleep now, doll. We’ll have time together after your cousin leaves

[10:14] You: just a couple more minutes. Miss u and your cute face

[10:16] Jungkook:

[10:16] Jungkook: will this hold u off until saturday?

Jungkook is a pile of goo. Pink, warm, happy heart-glittered goo. It takes a minute for you to reply, and for that whole minute Jungkook is kicking his legs under the sheets of his bed like an eager five-year old who just gave his crush his Valentine. Maybe it’s taking you so long to reply because you’re trying to send a selfie of your own, running off to the bathroom to take a cute selfie if your cousin is asleep in bed.

[10:19] You: fuck, i kno that’s supposed to be a cute selfie, but i want you so bad. I want to sit on your face, let your lips glisten with my pussy as i cum all over that pretty face

[10:19] You: i wanna touch myself so badly but fuckin’ hoseok is out here snoring like he’s gon hack a lung. Panties are so wet 🥺🥺 your doll is needy for you, wanna be played with

[10:20] Jungkook: lfjsdl;fkjs;fjsoisfoisljsdfsdklfjsdklf

He throws his phone across the bed, feeling himself twitch in his red flannel pyjama bottoms. The thought of you so hot and needy when you’re ten floors down has Jungkook absolutely livid. He doesn’t know how he’s going to talk to you, comfort you without missing you like crazy.

Jungkook thinks back to what he has in his fridge. His contractor sent him a cheese assortment, maybe he can bring it down pretending to be a friendly neighbor. Maybe Hoseok can go to the convenience store to conveniently grab a bottle of wine. He can make both of you cum in five minutes, flat.

Akin to a dumb, horny teenager, he sighs. He rubs his palm longingly over his member. He’s horny, but he’s also eager to see your face. Talk to you, get reacquainted with your routine and sneak his way into it. He wants to be a part of your life, and he’s hoping you will too.

[5:02] You: Jungkook, you left me hanging last night

[5:05] Jungkook: baby doll… i wouldnt have been able to handle myself if we continued

[5:06] You: so you decided to dip :(

[5:06] You: could u play with your doll a lil bit, kook? Hobi left for another interview

[5:08] You: PNG.0901

Jungkook was a fool to believe that you would drop him like that. No, Jungkook can see now that you two are a match made in heaven. You have a bite, never afraid to speak your mind when needed. This translates to a hunger you shamelessly share with Jungkook, both sexual and romantically intimate. He almost wishes he could’ve seen you act like a bitch to Taehyung last night, he can only imagine how sexy you looked telling him off.

He has the technology to blow up your picture, the one that’s currently having him close his laptop and shove it to the side. He spreads his legs further across his glass desk, trying to find comfort between his tight pants as he absorbs every bit of your skin.

It’s nothing too risque, but it’s nothing short of sensual. The room is dark, but it’s very clearly a picture of your hand between your thighs. Again, you’re between your wall and bed, squished between your office chair with your legs spread as far as they can go. Your skin is so soft looking, plush as you press two fingers between your damp panties. Adorable.

[5:12] Jungkook: you know why i never replied last night? Because i was too busy jacking off to your dirty words doll. U really need your mouth washed

[5:12] You: wanna wash it with something else🍆

[5:12] You: please kook, i need something. Hoseok will come home soon and i might rip his head off. Help prevent a murder

Jungkook chuckles, clutching his phone closer to his body. He loves how much you’re opening up to him. Last week feels like so long ago, how you were all flushed and wide-eyed at the proposition of sex. He thinks you two can have a lot of fun getting to know each other, both emotionally and physically.

[5:15] Jungkook: i was gonna wait until i sent this, but i think my doll needs it. Here’s what i was doing last night

[5:17] Jungkook: MP4.13

He… has a meeting in five minutes. A very important, very serious meeting. Jungkook jacked off enough last night, now it’s your turn. He hopes you like it. It’s not a very long video, barely a twenty-second clip of him fisting his cock. Taehyung was still home at the time, so he had to keep quiet. However, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head that night, rubbing your thighs together in a cramped mattress as you try to erase the dirty thoughts of him. A murmur of your name, and the image of his precum dripping down his knuckles. You hope it’s enough.

[5:34] You: u make everything so much easier💜✨

[5:35] You: MP4.234

Two minutes. The video you send is even shorter than his, barely fifteen seconds. You’re in a much more comfortable position, horizontal on the bed. Your shirt is ridden up to the underside of your breasts, one hand clutching your bare breast so hard he can see your cotton plush skin bulging between your fingers. The other hand has your panties shifted to the side, three fingers in your sopping cunt.

“Mmh—fuck, f-uck Jungkook—” the words are mere breaths, puffs of air as you reach your orgasm.

His call connects. He nearly drops his phone on the glass.

“Jungkook!” Andreas from Germany wishes him brightly, “you look great, glowing even!”

Jungkook blushes, and mutters something about having to go to the bathroom before they start.

Taehyung makes himself scarce on Saturday. He packs a duffel bag for himself and takes the PlayStation, knowing it’ll be a long weekend at Jimin’s.

Jungkook is on livewire for the morning. He even express-delivers a pasta roller to his house, and he spends all morning testing out the perfect pasta dough. His black apron is covered in flour, and he can barely comprehend the tutorial that’s teaching him on his flatscreen.

He’s on autopilot. He hasn’t contacted you since he sent that selfie, and he doesn’t intend to. Jungkook understands why you made yourself scarce in the beginning of the week, preferring to raincheck and pin your relationship for a better time. Jungkook’s brain is overridden with you, swollen with thoughts of you. You would never be able to focus if you kept in contact like you did last night, especially if you can’t get away from Hoseok.

Absence surely makes the heart grow fonder.

Slapping his hands against his trousers, he surveys his handiwork. His pasta is appropriately floured and wrung, each handful of fresh dough wrapped in little nests. Off the stove is a bechamel sauce, a base ready to be cooked in whatever kind of pasta dish you want. He thinks the two of you would have fun making your own non-traditional pasta dishes.

The soft knocks on his front door interrupts his train of thought, and he knows it’s you.

You stand in front of the door, impossibly small in a large shirt and a plain pair of leggings. At the sight of Jungkook, a smile as warm and sweet as hot chocolate worms its way to your face, and you collapse into his arms.

He sighs gratefully, sinking into your small body. When he pulls away, he can’t help but frown at your apparent exhaustion. You must’ve come back from something tedious, because sweat dots your brow and your eyes are still puffy and dark. Your chest arches bonelessly into his, hoping to melt in his embrace.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hey,” he replies.

“It’s Saturday.”

“It is Saturday.”

You rub your nose between the fabric of his button down, “I should’ve been more specific when I wanted to raincheck on you,” you murmur into the white cotton.

“No, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” Jungkook whispers, even though you’re the only two people on the floor, “I’ll make it better, yeah? I’m going to love you so good tonight, won’t have to lift a finger—”

You shake your head, looking at him calmly. “Jungkook, it’s been a long week. Hobi got the job, I spent all this morning moving his two-ton speaker set into his new apartment. I don’t want anything gentle. I want you to rail me into next week,” Jungkook chokes on his saliva when you reach to cup his dick through his pants, already sporting a chub, “fuck me breathless. I want—no, I need this.”

Anything for you, but Jungkook isn’t going to let your mouth runneth over that easily. He wants that too, obviously. But again, you’ve made him wait.

Bending slightly, Jungkook whispers darkly into your ear, “Who said you can decide the rules here, doll?” he’s been waiting all week to slip back into this persona, one that has you shivering delightfully under his touch. A small, secret smile tucks itself under your lips as you tilt your head down, but Jungkook catches it. It shows you’ve missed it too. He lets your sneaky smile slide for now, only because he’s missed you so much and you’ve had a long day.

“If I wanna fuck you rough, I’ll fuck you rough. If I want to edge you until you're sobbing on the corner of the kitchen table, I’ll do it,” Jungkook spits every declaration into your skin, biting at your shoulder so hard you cry deliciously.

He drags you over to the living room, and he could sing at how easily you follow directions. Both of you have been tied up this week, and some hard sex would definitely ease that frustration, “Knees,” Jungkook commands, and you waste no time sinking to the floor, hands atop your knees.

You look up through your lashes, eyes big and glassy. His poor girl is tired, and he finds it all the more attractive that you’re willing to push that aside to make eachother feel good.

“Pretty, pretty,” he chants, pulling down his pants and letting his dick spring free, “suck.”

You waste no time, and he watches as your eyes dilate over the expanse of his cock, half-hard and ready for your mouth. Your nails dig into your knees as you start with featherlight kisses, finally turning into sloppy smacks as you lick all over his dick.

Jungkook groans, weaving a hand into your hair to force his dick down your throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion, but it doesn’t stop you from taking it like a champ. Hard, deep thrusts that he’s sure you can feel all the way in your stomach. You gag at each thrust, but don’t let up as your hot tongue wraps him up and licks at the pre-cum.

“Fuuuuck, doll,” he rips you away, his now hard dick springing away. He’s a little shaky on his knees, but he plants his feet down as he grips his cock, slapping the tip of it across your cheek. It smears your face, glossing your flushed cheeks in a mixture of your saliva and pre-cum. “Are you trying to make me cum first? So sweet, you don’t even care if you cum tonight, hmm? You owe me, making you believe you had another man.”

This isn’t true, of course. The both of you know it was just miscommunication, but it doesn’t hurt to play it up for pleasure.

“N-no Kook, I’m yours,” you grapple at his pants, pulling them down so he can get them off completely.

“Right. You’re. Mine.” With every punctuated word is a light slap to your cheek, and you take it. His cock bounces right off of you, until you finally move your head to suckle at the engorged tip, “I’m keeping you forever, doll. Don’t you know that?”

Throughout this whole process, you don’t move, other than the minute clawing at your knees. You’re so good to him. Jungkook pulls away and ignores the ache in his member for now, taking off your clothes for himself. It’s like unwrapping a gift, revealing every bit of skin reserved for his viewing. “So sexy,” he remarks once he’s got you bare, pulling you onto the couch. He’s still in his button down shirt, his date night shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. However, he lets your hands inch under the stiff fabric, feeling for his taut muscle.

He guides your aching cunt to his cock, sinking you down. It’s a tight fit, and you both moan at the brush of contact. Despite not being prepped, you’re still slick, and it makes up for it. He doesn’t thrust up or anything, just guides his lips to yours with a threadbare brush of his finger.

“Kook, d-do you want me to move?” you mumble against his cherry-flavored lip balm.

“Good dolls don’t move until they’re told,” your eyes widen innocently at the statement, and you crumple against his mouth, at his next words, “cum like this.”

“Awh shit, please no,” you tear up, burying your head between the crook of his neck, “I can’t wait.”

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you into next week. You can’t do this one little favor for me?” he’s being so mean, and you hate him for it. Haven’t you earned it? “C’mon baby, I thought you wanted me?”

It’s silent, save for the soft Italian restaurant music playing from whatever tutorial he’s hooked up to his television. It’s terribly cliche, like you’re in the porno version of a European romance movie. He thinks nothing of it, not when your juices are dripping on his thighs, your skin soft and pliant in his grip. Jungkook drums his fingers against your spine, seemingly uncaring that you’re stuffed deep into your womb.

On the other hand, it’s the only thing you’re acutely aware of. His thick, warm cock is nestled between your folds, right where it should be. You clench once, twice, thankful that this isn’t some crazed wet dream. States of sleep and consciousness have blurred this week, you’re lucky that you made it all the way up to Jungkook’s apartment.

You can’t cum like this. You need to bait him. You moan, the sound slow and rumbly against your throat as you weave your fingers through his dark tresses. Moving the strands aside to kiss his cold metal earrings you murmur, “I love this, Kookoo. I’ve wanted you all week, I was going crazy. I kept playing last week in my head over and over. I even put in my little vibrator, hoping you’d pull up the app.”

Jungkook’s teeth clench, and his grip is borderline painful as it digs into your hips.

“I haven’t been able to cum all week, and I want to do it all over you,” you husk, playing with the roots of his hair.

You can feel yourself dripping, wetness lubricating you even further and probably staining his thighs and couch with your arousal. Every second that passes is killer, and the fluttering towards your pussy tighten further as Jungkook’s cock twitches in response. Your pussy continues its ministrations, butterfly-like flaps against his hot member that have you vibrating.

“Mm, oh, I’ll cum for you,” and surprisingly, you might be able to. All this dirty talking has gotten you riled up. Just a little bit more and—

Jungkook shoves you off his cock, forcing you to land on the couch.

“No!” you cry, wiping your face. Your cheeks are ruddied, and you’re annoyed. The coolness of the autumn air has you feeling chilly, and you want to scream at Jungkook for disrupting your orgasm. You feel empty.

You’re not annoyed for long however, as Jungkook flips you on your back and gives you what you’ve been craving.

“You glide right in, don’t ya doll,” the friction is deliciously blazing, his hands pushing you further into the large couch as he takes you from behind. Hot, fast smacks against your ass come from the way his balls bounce back and forth as he pistons his cock in and out. “F-fuck, you’re so good to me. So good, I love having you like this. All pretty and dripping, you really know how to make a guy wait, huh?”

“Mmph! N-no—hng, but I’m y-yours, Kook,” you garble out, and you’re practically eating the throw pillow you’re propped up on as he slams you further into the cushions, so hard you may fall off, “all yours, honey. N-no more waiting. I want you, want you so badly—ah fuck!”

“It’s worth it, you’re worth it,” he says over and over, his thrusts becoming sporadic and losing their rhythm once he feels you clenching uncontrollably. He presses his two fingers to your sloppy bud, swirling around the juices eagerly. “C-cum, baby doll. You deserve it, yeah? Cum on this cock, let go.”

You’re starting to see spots, black and white alike. Finally shying away from his cock you rest on your back, but Jungkook doesn’t stop his fingers from flying across your clit. One look at his face and you’re gone. Pretty brown eyes, overflowing with affection. The feeling is different, and it’s the acute pressure between your stomach and pussy that makes you notice what’s going on with your body. The pressure finally releases, your eyes fluttering shut as you rest your cheek on the cushions. You dissolve, a mess on the couch as white hot liquid ejects from your body, spraying Jungkook’s thighs and cushions.

“Y-you just,” your lover’s mouth is parted open like a baby kitten, uncaring as to how the dark liquid stains his couch fabric.

“Squirted?” you answer breathlessly, a melty smile on your lips, “y-yeah.”

It sets him off, a button left dormant until now. The thatches of hair that surround his cock are dripping with your mess, a cold reminder that he got you to this high. He doesn’t hesitate to slip his cock back into you, and you gasp at the overstimulation. You try not to focus on how your body is a bundle of lit nerves, only to help Jungkook reach his completion.

“S-so perfect,” he warbles, pressing kisses to your jaw, chin, lips. Each thrust is deep, thick and heady with emotion. “Mm, I wanna cream this pussy sooo badly—mm, all mine, all wet and warm and so so sweet—”

He cries out your name, biting into your shoulder as your walls fill further with his hot cream. Your thighs are shaking from sensory overload, and Jungkook has to hold you down and soothe you into a state of reality to cling on.

Satiated, he nuzzles into your chest, feeling absolutely featherlight.

“T-thank you,” you say gratefully, when at least three out of your five senses return to your body. Your hands dip down to clutch his cheek, pinching lightly at the warm skin.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Jungkook exhales into your breasts, “d-didn’t even feed you my cum yet.”

You scoff, pinching his cheek again. You’re aware of his softening cock between your folds, ready to seep the efforts of today’s coupling, but your stomach says otherwise. You crane your neck to make note of the kitchen island, staring curiously at the metal pasta roller and the little nests of carby goodness that decorate the cutting board.

“Feed me pasta first, please. You have all night to feed me dessert.”

Jungkook giggles into your stomach, he doesn’t mind feeding you in that order.

bonus.

“So.”

“So?” you have cream sauce on your lips, happily slurping on an angel hair.

“You haven’t told me you liked me back yet,” Jungkook rests his palm in the swell of his cheek, content with watching you eat from where he’s standing on the counter. He leans his upper body across the marble table, muscles rippling against his white shirt.

“Oh, I did!” you’re affronted, swinging your legs on the high chair, “I totally did last week!”

“Yeah, well. Can you say it while I’m not inside you?”

“Okay,” you blink, quirking him with a simple smile, “I like you.”

“That was anticlimactic,” Jungkook jokes at the brevity of your confession, yet his heart betrays the charm he finds in the three words.

You scoff, jabbing your fork in the little next of springy noodles. “What do you want to hear? I’ve wanted you since I’ve moved in? I think you’re really handsome when you pace the hallway doing work on your phone? I like the way you cook?”

“Keep going,” Jungkook sing songs, walking over to hug you from behind.

The stool swings back and forth as he rocks the two of you, softly and slowly so you don’t throw up your dinner. He noses into your neck, inhaling your scent and committing it to your memory.

“Mm, dessert first,” you insist, twirling around the stool so you can wrap your legs around his waist. “And then I can tell you exactly how much I like you,” your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, walking the pads of your fingers across his chest.

Jungkook grins, hands reaching to cup your bottom and bring you to his bedroom. Of course, he’s always willing to satisfy your insatiable appetite.

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #btsguild #btswritingcafe #btsghostie #kwritersworldnet #jungkook fic #bts smut #bts fic

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siimjaeyun · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2: Caution, Gators can eat humans.

Synopsis: The wishes for a new mystery after the sudden decrease in Seoul sends the teen mystery group to a town nearby. It’s own name justifies itself, and let’s just say: things don’t get pretty when JK (the anonymous caller) sends them on a chase.

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Absent-mindedly, the man continued to drive his SUV through the bumpy roads of Gatorsville, a small town just miles away from Seoul.

"We need to pull up for gas." The father made his way to the abandoned gas station, allowing his daughter to walk for a bit with the puppy.

The small puppy ran off into the bushes; the girl followed suit and called its name.

When she managed to reach her hand in, it met a pair of red fiery eyes back at her. Shocked, she jumped backwards and cried for help.

"Dad! It's a monster!" In disbelief, the man refused to believe her, but met the same sketched black-green lizard pattern with glowing eyes.

He didn't manage to say much, but got himself into the car and drove off in a hurry leaving whatever the creature was back in the dark.

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"I'm bored.." Sunoo plopped backwards and landed on top of poor Sunghoon who was resting comfortably on the floor.

"What's up with Seoul, there hasn't been a mystery!" Jungwon soon joined Sunoo, crushing Sunghoon as well, making him cry out.

"Yo Jake, help me!" Jake helped the boy, picking him up and throwing him on the couch with you.

"Heeseung what's this?" You picked the magazine that was crumpled between the two couch cushions; part of you wished you had left it once seeing the front cover.

"It's a trap illustrated! Where do you think I got the inspo for this beauty." He flaunted the cords hung onto the metal crates.

"And who exactly do you expect to catch?"

Right on time, the delivery man got himself hung onto the trap set on the front, simply handing him the package once Heeseung managed to open the door and let him free.

"It's a package."

A loud thunder banged against the windows, letting the rain and its friends make itself present in the home. With caution, he opened it revealing an object covered by tissue and an envelope stamped in red with [JK]

"I swear JK gives me the creeps." The group opened the rest of its contents and found a gator skinned bag in the box.

"Maybe a trip to Gatorsville wouldn't hurt. Safe travels."

"This doesn't make sense. I thought Gatorsville didn't make skin products anymore." Jake observed the purse, handling each nook and cranny with care.

"Gatorsville? Like as in actual Gators?" Sunoo tried setting himself apart, clearly intimidated by the idea of gators.

"150 years ago, miners had moved to Gatorsville in search of oil and gold. Instead, they found the abundance of gators in the area, and mounted businesses on the farms which made them rich. They sold products everywhere, but when there were no more gators, everyone moved out. It's practically a ghost town."

"Then I'm assuming we have a new mystery?" Heeseung smiled and led the way out the door, at least before all six of you found yourselves captured in the same trap as the delivery man.

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"Let's look around." They split into their usual teams, and trailed off.

"So, Jake, how do you like it so far?" You realized you hadn't learned much about the boy besides his past in Australia and his cute dog that visited occasionally.

"To be honest, it was really boring before Sunghoon invited me to come along. I'm glad I've got people who make life interesting." His small eye smile reassured you and you kept exploring the area.

From afar, Jungwon, Heeseung, and Sunoo found no hope of a mystery and made their way back to the remaining three of you.

"I guess JK sent us on a wild goose chase. Let's head back before it's too late." You gladly hopped back into the van and when Heeseung turned his key, the car wouldn't start. He trudged back and opened the car to see his engine had gone missing.

"Uhh...guys!" Sunghoon walked out, first witnessing the same event.

"H-how is it possible?" The six teens huddled around the missing spot, and turned around with a blinding light flashed forward.

"What do you exactly think you're doing!?" A man in his late 50's stepped out of the tow truck, and his eyebags and cuts on his upper eyebrow clearly signaled he wasn't here to talk much.

"Our engine is missing, think you can help?"

"And why should I?" He punched his knuckles and caused Jungwon to step backwards with Sunoo.

"Cause you're a mechanic?"

"Right. Well you're going to have to wait until tomorrow morning anyway-I have to wait for Seoul to come deliver a new one."

As the teens tried to call their parents, they received no response. They were either busy or didn’t care, clearly comforting the goofy timeline of teen chaos and drama.

"Just call Jay, maybe he can come." Hesitant, you dialed his number and received no response.

"He probably fell asleep. We're gonna have to stay the night." A neon sign was perfectly hung on the side of a building.

[GATOR INN]

"Hello, anyone there?" You clung onto Jake who just like you, preferred to lurk in the background while Heeseung and Jungwon took the lead.

"What do you want!?" A woman appeared from the dark shadows of the motel stairs, letting her fingers trail against the handrail.

“A room?”

“We’re all booked.” The woman sat on the closest tool: filing her nails without bothering to look at the teens in their eyes.

“But your sign says vacancy.” Sunghoon pointed to the sign from before, the clear letters stating VACANCY.

“Alright, follow me. I have a few rules, the girly over there gets her own room. The five of you that remain can split into two rooms.”

“Wait, no. Jungwon-he’s my brother; we can share a room.” You gave a slight signal to Jungwon to play along with the game, and the woman simply handed you the keys and walked back.

Her bright red hair decorated in pink bows peaked from behind her, but disappeared almost immediately once she turned her head forwards to face you.

“One more thing, if you hear biting, screams, loud shrieks: ignore and enjoy your day.” Her loud hairstyle finally left the hall, and you entered the old furnished room with Jungwon.

“It’s clear this hasn’t been cleaned in months.” You dropped your bag on the bed, and accompanied the bag to find a comfortable spot to rest.

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“I wonder why y/n would lie to the woman about Jungwon being her brother.” Jake sat on the nearby chair, pushing the cushion downward.

“He’s scared to sleep alone; and he’s basically her child.”

“I’m not sleepy.”

“Neither am I. Why don’t we head out and explore if there’s anything worthwhile in the Motel.” They grabbed their jackets and exited the room, finding Jungwon and y/n heading out as well.

The four bodies met at the center of the hall, confused, but not surprised by their need to exit the walls of the motel guest room.

“Clearly, smart minds think alike.” You scoffed at his statement and led the way out the lobby. There wasn’t much to see clearly. The van was parked on the curb, the sky was dark and covered in a blanket of fog; everything appeared in order.

The comfortable silence was quickly disturbed by subtle movements in the bushes.

“I-i think something is there.” Jake reached out to move the branches and get a clear image, but a creature jumped out causing them to fall on their backs.

“G-gator people!” Sunghoon picked up Jungwon, while Jake helped you up and led you away from the monster that was currently chasing you. You quickly made your way up the flights of stairs: pushing through the other flights that followed to your bedrooms.

The creature continued; its sharp claws gauging at the walls and leaving a claw nail stuck in the paintings that were nicely hung. Without hesitation, the four of you barged into Heeseung and Sunoo’s room.

“What are you guys doing here?” Sunoo barely bothered to look up from his screen when he witnessed the same creature enter the room, crushing the door that was once attached.

“Gator people?” In fear, all of you clung onto the windows from the edge. Your foots collected on top of a single mattress, throwing the closest objects towards the creature.

The room quickly went black. A red glow emerged from the corners from the room allowing the two gators to creep under the floorboards and take a hold of your right leg pulling it downward.

Your body slipped from the thin lifting of the window balcony, and soon enough it was being dragged from under the five boys, leaving you to scream.

Jake and Heeseung plunged forwards, each taking a hold of one of your arms to prevent the gators from dragging your body any further. Sunghoon took the liberty of stomping on the arms of the gators, making them retreat backwards. They slipped on their own tails and fell downward through the same hole they had crept through. You made your way up and looked at the gator skin dangling from your ankle. A white stuffing peeked through the thin fabric; the monster clearly wasn’t real.

“It isn’t real?” Before Sunoo could continue with his pondering thoughts, the two gators once more crawled from below and sank their claws into the boards. The six teens ran out the door and out of the motel.

‘COME BACK TO VISIT’ The tacky green sign hung on the side, and was the last part of their vision before securely making their way out of the Gatorsville. They turned their heads back to the issue, and saw as the gators came to an abrupt stop once they had exited the town. Slippery, and cautious, the duo hid once more and retreated back.

“That was close.”

“We have to go back, come on!” Jungwon, almost-excited like, pushed his older companions to the inners of town once more. They slyly hid in the trees until they found the two gators pushing large crates into a ship; one crate after another went inside.

“Here.” Heeseung managed to bust the crate open, revealing packs of gator skinned products. Each marked with the same tag from earlier, ‘100% gator.’

Sunoo rolled up one of his sleeves and picked a belt from within the crate, and without thought, he wrapped the skin around his own. After some moments, he released the belt from his grasp and let it fall to the ground with a small clank following afterward.

“It’s fake, just look at my skin!” Sunghoon and Jungwon inspected him and found a pink rashing forming on his pale flesh. Sunoo was known for his skin sensitivity, and everyone knew that any fake animal product would send the boy into itches and scratches.

“The only thing we have here folks is a bunch of con-artists.” Heeseung sighs and makes his way to set up another one of his elaborate traps.

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“Jake, now!” Jake quickly shot the arrow to the target, and it lunged to release the two boxes hanging by cords on the top side of the building.

The gators made their efforts to leave, but quickly were captured by the teen’s proud ploy.

“Got them!” Jake once more looked at the boxes with curiorsity, helping Sunghoon push it back towards the Motel entrance.

“Chief Kim.” The police man trudged through Gator Inn and found the huddled teens around two gator people caught in ropes.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“This Chief Kim is…” Heeseung pulled back the mask which revealed the owner of the motel inn and the scornful mechanic.

“What!?”

“That’s right. This is our home and when everyone left, we couldn’t just go. This is our home. So we started making cheap products to earn some money. We used the costumes to scare off yee visitors and get them away from our business. And we would have gotten away with it, if it wasn’t for you meddling tourists!”

Chief Kim quickly gave a nod which sent the gators to get sent to the back of his police car. They didn’t bother asking more questions and were about to drive off when Sunghoon rushed behind them.

“Wait! We need a ride!”

Almost on cue, the engine of their van made a growl, and the front lights illuminated their bodies. “Is it haunted?” Jungwon approached it carefully, and lifted the hood of the car; the engine was back in its place and now accompanied with a note hanging from the top.

“I hope you enjoyed your visit, but remember there is more to come. This is only the beginning of the puzzle. JK” The signature red stamp with bold letters JK glistened under the moonlight.

“More? I swear, this just keeps getting more creepy.” The six were left with nothing but to make their way back home, and who knows what they would expect next.

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Note: Jay and Niki will be progressively included in the story line. I’m sorry for the long wait :(

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #jungwon #jay #heeseung #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #niki #heeseung imagines #jake imagines

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mjsoffroad-blog · 5 years ago

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overclock3d-jeeps-blog · 7 years ago

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New Post has been published at https://O3Djeeps.com!

Part 6 - HYPERFLASH FIX - Metalcloak LED Tail Light Kit - Load Resistor - 2015 Jeep Wrangler JK

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hyde88hyde-blog · 6 years ago

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What you can do to enhance the visibility of Jeep Wrangler?

Jeep Wrangler is an incredible vehicle that allows you to tailor it with any kind of computers of component on the vehicle. And do not understand if you see or not. The Jeep Wrangler initial fronts lights because 2007 are not the very best alternative on the market. There are several and also lots of much better options to change them. That is why individuals love the modification the Wranger headlight, like J.W. Audio Speaker 8700 J2 LED headlight, it is the best off road lights for any Jeep Wrangler. Their advanced low and high beam optics plus high lumens result compared to OEM headlights plus their convenience of setup make these a simple choice for greatly improving roadway exposure and also lorry exposure on the darkest, rainiest nights. Any person who's ever driven a Jeep JK in the evening recognizes how downright dangerous the vehicle's dark manufacturing facility fronts lights can be. Jeep Wrangler Led headlight Kit A number of us have attempted aftermarket bulb replacements, however one way or another, we all end up considering lighting up the night with one of the lots of LED options on the market. Jeep Wrangler headlight replacement is really matter. When trying to find the brightest, first-rate LED fronts lights for Jeep Wrangler, J.W. Audio Speaker 8700 J2 Kit wins hands-down in our testimonials. The very best jeep wrangler led headlights are designed to emit the brightest lights as well as most typical beam pattern, while still using a comfortable as well as risk-free driving experience. There are various other headlight replacement packages solely designed for Jeep Wrangler, consisting of halo projector fronts lights. Such as SUPREME 7-inch LED Jeep headlight replacements, are an economical course to improving road visibility as well as enhancing your Jeep's presence to other vehicle drivers without blinding approaching chauffeurs. Besides, the Oracle LED Waterproof Front lights Halo Package can be used to enhance the illumination on all 2007-2018 Jeep Wrangler JK versions. If you have difficulty to see the road ahead in the evening, you can select Mopar led headlights for your Jeep Wrangler, they also provide a brighter and lighter white light result supplying better exposure and also much safer experience. Besides, you can boost the brightness of jeep on road like light bars, fog lights, tail lights, rock lights. If you have a Jeep Wrangler, semi vehicle or an older vehicle that makes use of sealed beam headlights, after that you can use these items to improve your visiulbility, they are really worth to try.

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adrenalineguide · 6 years ago

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Jeep Wrangler JL Rubicon: The sleekest Jeep ever

By Michael Hozjan

While some manufacturers appear to be content resting on their laurels, the Jeep team has obviously been busy…very busy. Not only have they given us the new, much awaited Gladiator (see Los Angeles International Car Show below) but they must have been burning a lot of midnight oil lately as they’ve also given us the sleekest Jeep Wrangler ever. It may not look it at first glance but the 2018 is all new from the ground up with a new model designation, the JL.

Its iconic styling dates back to World War II with off-road prowess that few vehicles can match. But that prowess and iconic angular design comes at a price, and that’s its on road comfort and performance and yes thirst for fuel. Jeep’s designer and engineers have, and continue to persevere to smooth its rougher edges without alienating Jeep traditionalists (remember the debacle of the square head lighted YJ of 1986).

Those same traditionalists and any Jeep aficionado will quickly recognize the all-new JL model from the outgoing JK by…yes the new headlights. This time with optional halo LEDs that if anything hint at the blackout army headlights. There are also LED turn signals mounted on the front fenders and rear tail lamps are LEDs as well.

The Wrangler’s Achilles’ heel has always been its thirst for fuel and the challenges facing designers is how to keep Jeep’s iconic world-renown shape and persona without destroying it and at the same time make a brick aerodynamic.

At first you’ll have to look closer for the aerodynamic touches until you see them, then you’ll be able to spot them a mile away. The windshield has been angled a bit more with a slight curvature to it. More evident is the lower beltline and larger side glass. Oh and the windshield can now be folded down quicker with the A-pillar staying in place to form an integrated roll bar. The end result is a nice clean, crisp look sitting on a wheelbase that’s been stretched 61mm and is 114mm longer in length. Thanks Jeep.

If you were to put a scale of off-road prowess on the Wrangler’s trim line up, then the Rubicon would be at the top of that list which also means it would be on the bottom as a street fighter. I got my hands on the four-door version of the Rubicon last fall.

Engine options across the trim lines include a 2.0L direct injected, DOHC, in-line turbocharged four cylinder that is available only with the 8-speed transmission and the company’s main stay power plant, the 3.6L Pentastar V6 that can be hooked up to either the automatic ($1595) or a 6-speed manual trans.

Inside

The JL’s interior has also seen a lot of changes. There are now grab handles under the armrest to ease removing the new aluminum doors. It’s cleaner and more user friendly with cubbyholes for your drinks, cell phone, nylon nets on the doors and a deep center console. The infotainment screen is the old familiar one I’ve come to expect and love in FCA products. It sets up easily, is super friendly to use and navigate and is now encased in a rubberized trim mold to keep it water tight for those times you drop the top. The Alpine sound system is also greatly improved.

A back up camera has been added that you can access by hitting the camera button on the 8.4” infotainment screen at anytime, so if you’re towing something and you want to see if all is ok while on the highway, you can, without stopping.

You can also change the menu at the bottom of the screen for quick access by dragging the icons the menu. There’s an on/off switch for the auto stop/start on the center console along with a mute button for the radio. Just in front of the gear selector you’ve got the sway bar disconnect and front & rear/rear diff lock switch along switches with for aftermarket accessories. The front seat backs have hooks for your grocery bags. Outback there are provisions for the door hinges and there’s a cubbyhole with a drain plug that you can fill with ice for those camping trips. Two pet peeves in an otherwise great interior, there’s no dead pedal and the kicker… the fuscia colored dash! Why not keep it the same colour as the exterior? With the wider body, the cargo space is up slightly to 72.4 cu.ft of cargo space with the rear seats folded.

Tall opening eases loading awkward cargo

Still Jeep tough

Jeep engineers have also been busy making this the most capable off-roading Wrangler ever with improved suspension travel, and better articulation.

A Rock-Trac two-speed transfer case, Dana 44 front and rear solid axles with 285/70R17C off road treaded tires complete the go anywhere ability of Rubicon package. My tester came with the cold weather package (heated front buckets and steering wheel) at $895, the $895 LED lighting package, the aforementioned 8.4 inch nav/infotainment screen with premium Alpine sound ($1395), blind spot monitoring and rear cross path detection ($895), towing package including a 240 amp alternator, hard and soft top package ($2395) cloth seats. Power of choice was the 3.6L Pentstar V6 mated to a new 8-speed automatic and a 4.10:1 rear axle.

On the road

In 2015 I commented that Jeep could take a lesson from Fiat and improve their lighting, well they have and my drive home on country roads is greatly safer with the new LEDs.

Even with the off-road tires on my Rubicon (I love saying my) the improved ride quality of the new chassis was clearly evident but despite the refinements the JL is still a Jeep. A lot of the ancestral trademark Jeep jarring is gone and there’s a crisper feel to the steering. The 3.6L V6 is a carryover from the outgoing model and I’m used to the power delivery of the 285 horses and 260 lb-ft of torque. Checking the numbers however on the new 2.0L turbocharged four-cylinder (270 hp with 295 lb-ft of torque) sounds promising and I hope to get my hands on one in the not too distant future.

OK the question that everyone has been asking. I was hoping the new smooth shifting, 8-speed automatic and aerodynamic changes would have made a big improvement in my gas bill, and was curious to know by how much. My last Wrangler was the Sahara, which averaged 13.5L/100 km. My Rubicon with off-road gear ratios and off-road rubber managed to better the old Sahara by .7L/100 kms. netting an average 12.8L/100km on mostly highway travel so a similarly equipped Sahara JL with the 3.45:1 rear end should get significantly better numbers.

Trims

Entry price for all this fun starts at $33,103 for the two-door Sport, followed by Sport S at $36,851 and completing the two door versions is the Rubicon at $44,878. The 4-door versions start with the Unlimited Sport S at $40,508 followed by the Unlimited Sahara – the company’s most street friendly ride complete with three-piece hard top starting at $44,308 and finally with our off-road bad boy, the Rubicon at $47,158.

There are reminders of the JL’s heritage all over.

If you’ve been thinking about getting behind the wheel of a Wrangler, you’ll be glad you waited, as the JL is an all around winner.

Price as tested: $57,998

#jeep #jeep wrangler #jeep galdiator #suv #offroad #fca #mike hozjan #adrenalineautoguides

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cathycrane · 2 years ago

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Top 10 Best Jeep Jk Led Tail Lights In 2022

Since you’re here, you are obviously curious about Jeep Jk Led Tail Lights Reviews. You’ve been bombarded with information, so you need to find a reputable source with credible options before you make any decisions on which product would be best for your needs.

#taillight #taillights #ledtail #ledtaillights #jeepwranglerjk #lightscompatiblejeep

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creativebeast18 · 7 years ago

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Robstar Week day 1: Falling Falling for Each Other

Hiiiiii....I’m not late for Robstar week...I was just sent one week into the future!

JK, But I’m happy I could finally finish this! It was very hard to write, and everytime I came back to it, I just kept writing more and more. Thanks to my pal @lightdusk96 for helping me edit this and get the grammar right (I swear I always get one thing wrong and it bothers me to the moon and back). Hope you enjoy!

Summary: two life or death situations lead Richard and Koriand’r to realize their ddep love towards the other.

Everything around him seemed dull. The air, the screams, the blood: he was blind to it. The only thing he cared about, the only thing that kept him sane, was falling. Starfire laid on the hospital bed, connected to various machines, including a respirator.

When had everything gone so wrong? How, after all the preparations, did this happened? Questions clouded his mind now more than any case ever had. It had started as an usual morning in the Grayson household. Richard was getting breakfast ready for his favourite alien, while she slept through the morning. Suddenly he heard what sounded like a blunt object fall to the ground. The neighbours from upstairs, maybe? But the cause was clear as soon as he heard a scream. HER scream.

Richard immediately let go of the eggs he was holding and rushed to aid his wife. The sight that was in front of him shocked him almost as much as the accident that happened during his childhood. It was the love of his life, tears streaming through her eyes, while she layed in a small pool of blood and stretched a hand out to him, to anyone, that could help her baby at this moment. Dick held her hand while calling 911, explaining to the operator that his wife was now in labour, contractions being very close one from the other.

The rest of the day was a blur to him. The only clear memories where of the pain in Kory’s face, how she squeezed his hand for support, and her last words before she was in this state: “I’ll survive this, both me and our daughter”. And then, all the machines started making the wrong sounds. Fast and erratic, while all the doctors yelled. He was soon taken out of the room to wait with his friends and teammates, the last sight of his wife being her, in an induced coma.

This was by far one of the worst experiences he had ever felt. His parents dying? Sure, it hurt, but that time someone else had killed them. Growing up with the most serious and distant man on Earth? Bruce wasn't that bad, and he grew to like him, to the point where he saw him as a father, even. But this? Knowing that the most precious person in our life is hanging on a thread because of something that was partially yours? Heartbreaking was putting it lightly. They knew from the very start that a half-human half-tamaranian baby was something completely unpredictable. They didn't know what could happen to Star, but they couldn't wait to be parents. So they hoped for the best. And that it had been for a while, until today.

There was nothing he could do at this time, except wait. There he was, surrounded by the support of all his friends, yet oblivious to the outside. He felt nothing but loneliness.

She needed to find him soon. Or else, her entire world would crumble around her. After reuniting with her fellow teammates, they didn't even need to state that finding Robin was the top priority . Their best bet at finding him were Star and Raven : they both could fly, but could pass undetected (Beast Boy suggested transforming into a bird or a bug to search for him, but they didn’t let him because Cyborg needed help camouflaging their tracks...and because he was Beast Boy)

But where could he be? All the police reports only lead our female heroines to Shinjuku, but it was so vast, he could be hiding anywhere. While Raven searched the north part, Starfire went over south of the neighbourhood over and over again, in the hopes of any patrol light, any radio communication, any rumor...anything. She knew that maybe he was hiding so well that she would never find him, but she also knew that she would never give up on him, that nothing could keep her apart from him.

Because, even after what he had said, and still debating herself if he had really meant it, she could not give up on this chance of them being together. Even if in the end he said no, for any reason, she would still be beside him. Because Robin was the first thing she knew from this world. Since coming to Earth, Robin was the first she ever trusted, the first she ever cared about, the first she ever kissed…. But (even though the kiss came first) they were most importantly friends. She could never let that go. She would always be a Titan, and she would always help her friends and stay by their side .

Koriand’r seemed so lost in her thoughts that only the loudest siren seemed to wake her up from her trance. She quickly followed it only to find several patrols chasing a single motorcycle. Said vehicle was being driven by a young male with jet black hair. Her breathing almost stopped at the sight of her better half. She tailed the persecution, trying to reach Robin, but he was running too fast for her, and after hours of searching, her energy was almost drained . However, at the sight of her love at the edge of a cliff, she took her chance and dived in, falling to him, so that she could grab Dick’s hand and take off into the Tokyo sky with him.

“It is great to finally find you, friend Robin!” Said Starfire in her most melodic and happiest tone. Richard noticed the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Desperation, fear, and adrenaline were what he had felt for the last two hours, but right now...he felt not only relief, but happiness.

“It’s great to see you too, Star. You have no idea how much I missed you” he said, as tears collected behind his sunglasses. But, after all the confusion he just went through, he knew that flying in the middle of the sky wasn’t his best idea. He would wait first to reach a safe place. So that he could tell her how much he had fallen for her.

Light begun to enter the room, as Kori felt her eyes slowly opening. She noticed that a big shadow was looking directly at her, holding her hand . Surprised, she springed up and sat on the bed, scanning her surroundings. The room was filled with most of her friends and family members. She looked around: Raven, Beast Boy, Cyborg, Kid Flash, Jinx, Blue Beetle and old friends like Batgirl and Wonder Girl were there. But the two people she cared about the most were right by her side. The sight of them was simply overwhelming: her loving husband holding a small baby, cradiling it as it slept soundly , little bubbles forming on the corner of its mouth.

“Hi there, beautiful.” Said Richard, always so charming. “You had me scared there for a second. How are you feeling?” He said, while signaling Raven with his eyes so that she could get the nurse. Starfire lifted a hand and placed it on top of the baby’s head, caressing it softly.

“I told you I would do it”. Although her voice was cracking, she thought that this moment was nothing but perfect, as she stretched out her arms and held the product of their love. Dick sat by her side and hugged her with one arm while using the other to carefully grab one of their baby’s hands. One by one, their friends left the room so that the happy family could have a private moment .

“She is one strong, healthy little girl”, Richard said as he kissed his lover on her head. “What’s the last thing you remember?” he asked protectively.

Kori did not take her eyes off their daughter as she answered “Well, I remember you holding my hand as I felt a contraction, then I think I blacked out. I only heard a very sharp noise, and you calling my name.” As he relieved the memory, Dick squeezed her left shoulder. “ But then I think I had a dream… I dreamt about that time we were in Tokyo. The police was chasing you, and I was trying to catch you. I was just as scared right now as I was back then ” . Starfire looked at her husband, hoping for a different reaction than the last. Shockingly, she found a smile.

Richard just looked at her, staring right into her eyes. “That makes sense, considering”. This confused Kori greatly. Noticing this, he continued “Just before I had to leave, your line fell. Doctor said you flatlined for around 3 minutes. They put you in an induced coma just to be safe, and called me back after an hour to get prepared for the birth. I’m sorry you missed it” He said as he noticed her sad eyes and the pout her lips made.

“It is alright. The most important thing is that she is here, safe and sound. And we could always have more.” She said while sending him a funny look and her mouth forming a sultry smile. They both immediately giggled, as to not wake their newborn.

Dick kept going. “Anyway, I don’t think it’s a coincidence. When you rescued me, I thought that you had fallen from the sky, just like an angel. I remember even being a bit mad at you because you could have gotten shot by the police.” Star was a bit surprised, but she let him go on. “And today the line of your heartbeat fell completely. I think we constantly fall: while saving each other from missions, while facing high risk situations, when we try to save the other...But most importantly, we fall for each other. We fell in love with each other. And just look what that led us to: the most beautiful child in existence...What I’m trying to say is that, we´ll always be there for each other. Kori, you flatlined today, but you did it for our daughter; not that I’m happy about it, but it’s like you fell for her. And I could be back here in time for her when she came, and for you when you woke up. Just like you were there for me in Tokyo. I wish sometimes that our lives were easier, that danger wasn’t crawling in every corner, but I’m sure that, with you at my side, we can face anything. We can fall and come back each time, for each other, and for her.”

After this monologue, Dick lifted up his gaze from the floor, and looked at his wife. Tears were falling from both of their eyes, neither of them held them back. The moment was forever captured with an embrace, and a long-lasting kiss.

When they parted, their baby had opened her eyes, revealing two beautiful emerald irises. She lifted up her arms, and giggled, as if wanting to be part of the hug as well. “What shall we name her, dear?” the alien asked. The couple had already decided on an earthly name, with a touch of Tamaran, but they hadn’t concluded in which one. It wasn’t until Starfire suggested Mar’i that they knew it was the one. They both knew this was everything they ever wanted, and that they would always come back for her. In the end, they would always fall, to hell and back, for each other.

“Now, where’s the doctor?! My wife had a baby and she still hasn’t come here!” Dick springed up from bed and headed to the door, while hearing his wife’s and daughters’s laughter of joy.

#robstar #robstar week 2018 #robstar week #robstarweek #day 1: falling #falling #Robin #Starfire #dick grayson #Kori Anders #Nightwing #Koriand'r #Mar'i Grayson #Teen Titans #DC #dc comics

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techonlinereviews · 3 years ago

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SPL DOT Approved LED Tail Light & Brake Light & Ultimate Reverse Lights EMC Build-in Rear Light Back Up Lights Daytime Running Lamps Replacement for Jeep Wrangler JK/JKU 2007-2017 #Approved #Brake #Buildin #daytime #Dot #EMC #Jeep #JKJKU #lamps #LED #Light #Lights #Rear #Replacement #Reverse #Running #SPL #Tail #Ultimate #Wrangler

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vividracing · 3 years ago

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New Post has been published on https://www.vividracing.com/blog/top-4-best-taillights-for-the-jeep-wrangler-jk/

Top 4 Best Taillights for the Jeep Wrangler JK

It’s very rare that any enthusiast would leave their vehicle completely stock, even if it was a daily driver. That’s because, frankly, stock is boring. And if you can place even a subtle, personal touch on your car, it can make a difference. It’s no doubt that the Jeep Wrangler JK is a highly capable off-road machine and the aftermarket offers plentiful goodies to beef it up even further. For the exterior, there are numerous taillight upgrades that perform better than the factory assembly, look cooler, and help to set your ride apart from the pack. You don’t need to wait for them to be damaged to ditch the stock assembly and enjoy brighter and further visibility with kits from highly reputable manufacturers. With that, Vivid Racing has put together the following list outlining four of the best Jeep Wrangler JK taillights to help you on your way. Of course, we offer plenty of other options, which you can check out at the link below.

Shop Jeep Wrangler JK Taillights Here

1. Anzo USA Taillight Assembly

The Anzo USA taillight assembly for the Jeep Wrangler JK is guaranteed to improve your truck’s appearance while providing the ultimate functionality. They come in a durable black housing with clear lenses to enhance the styling of your Jeep’s back end. The dark appearance is both stealthy and provides a more aggressive appeal for your off-roader. Not only does the setup look the part, but it also performs exceptionally well when it comes to standing up to the rigors of daily driving and off-roading alike. That’s because the brand takes great care to rigorously test every single light in a thermo-hygrometer (temperature and humidity chamber) and rain-resistant tester to state, federal, and international standards.

All Anzo lighting products are designed using CAD/CAM computerized equipment and tested using 3-dimensional machines to guarantee the best quality possible. These DOT-compliant (to SAE standards) LED lights are completely plug-and-play and come with the required wiring to make installation a breeze using basic hand tools. There are no modifications needed to your truck in order for them to work; simply use your Wrangler’s stock mounting locations and hardware. It’s important to note, however, that these tail lamps do not fit models with the stock LED taillights.

Features:

Attachment Method: Bolt-On

Bulb Technology: LED

Direct fit replacement

Housing Color: Black

Housing Material: Plastic

Lens Color: Clear

SAE/DOT Compliant: Yes

Voltage: 12 V

2. DV8 Offroad Horizontal LED Taillights

Whether your setup is damaged or you are merely looking for a change, DV8 Offroad LED taillights are just the thing to set your Jeep Wrangler JK apart from the rest. This is the horizontal variant; there is also an octagonal version. These LED lights make a big difference over the Wrangler’s stock taillight setup, delivering better light output while also making your Jeep look super cool from the back. Designed and engineered right here in the USA, like all DV8 products, this package was trail tested to ensure it can stand up to the elements of rough terrain and harsh weather conditions. Impact-resistant, the taillight housing protects the bulbs from dirt and moisture while the LED lights work efficiently to provide added illumination for anyone trailing behind you. Best of all, these tail lamps meet DOT and SAE requirements.

The DV8 Offroad LED horizontal taillights for the Jeep Wrangler JK are a great investment to add your own personal taste to your rig. Boasting reliable performance with an enhanced appearance, this kit provides the best of both worlds: form and function. Stay safe out on the road and off of them while alerting others of your presence (coming and going) as well as your braking. Superior visibility in a high-quality package means that you can rely on these taillights to provide you with increased luminosity for the long term.

Features:

Horizontal LED taillight assembly

Easy, direct-fit installation

Full plug-and-play wiring

Instantly sets your Jeep apart from the pack

Comes with turn signal and brake light LEDs

Great replacement for damaged or faded factory lights

3. Morimoto XB LED Taillights

The Morimoto XB LED tail lamps for the Wrangler JK outperform the stock lighting setup with a difference you can really see. It’s no wonder why this product has been a top-seller in the brand’s catalog for countless years and these new high-performance XB LEDs take visibility to the ultimate level. While they may appear drastic, these don’t look out of place on the JK like other aftermarket options. The geometric shape flows well with the body lines of your rig. The XB tails are available with a carbon effect bezel that still allows the center to illuminate red while looking more aggressive.

Not only do these taillights look great, but they are also well-built. The durable polycarbonate lens resists the test of time to keep your lights looking newer for longer. The injection-molded ABS housing is lightweight and also much stronger than other inexpensive alternatives on the market. While Morimoto’s XB tails are not the cheapest option for your Wrangler, they boast OE quality and fitment. After all, you get what you pay for. The Morimoto XB LED taillights are compatible with all JK Wranglers from 2007-2018 and completely plug-and-play; they swap right in place of the original tail lamps using all the stock mounting points.

Features:

Input Socket: Jeep Multi-pin OEM

Weather Rating: IP67 Waterproof

Lens Material: High-Impact Polycarbonate

UV-Resistant coating to prevent fading

Housing: Injection-molded ABS

Light Source: SSC LED (Red)

Modes: Turn/Brake (Dual Intensity)

Plug-and-play connection kit

4. Quadratec LED Taillights

The Quadratec LED Taillights for the Jeep Wrangler JK feature a stealthy appearance on the outside with cutting-edge LED technology and performance on the inside. These injection-molded taillights provide additional brightness over the standard factory lights to give drivers around you a better warning for when you are slowing down. The LED brake lights in this package provide brilliant lighting that outlasts and outperforms original equipment incandescent bulbs as well as the aftermarket competition. Additionally, these LEDs are vibration-resistant and have no filaments to break. That means no more burned-out brake light bulbs to replace – especially if you are a serious off-roader. With this design, the chance of something dislodging when driving hard (on or off the road) is minimal, if even.

Quadratec’s Wrangler JK taillights are super completely plug-and-play with weather-tight factory harness connectors. This kit has also been designed to work flawlessly with your signal flasher module. It comes with a resistor to eliminate that annoying hyper flashing too. Installation takes just minutes without any splicing or modifications needed. Simply re-use your Jeep’s factory screws with the new LED lights and be on your way. All tail lamps have incandescent reverse lights which use standard #3157 bulbs for illumination. The remainder of the taillight functions is LEDs.

Features:

Increased visibility/brightness

Superior durability/longevity

Quick and easy installation

Driver Side LED Tail Lamp

Passenger Side LED Tail Lamp

Installation Instructions

Three-Year Limited Warranty

#dv8 #Jeep #jeep wrangler #Morimoto #taillights #Wrangler #Wrangler JK

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iamprotech · 3 years ago

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firenationskydominion · 7 years ago

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Chapter 2: The Analysis of Ozai

Prisoner Ozai has been moved to a modern house on a distant volcano island, which is not known on Firenation maps as it’s in another dimension. A force field limits exiting the perimeter around the house. Another force field restricts the movements of the prisoner: he can be touched but when he shows aggression the field stuns. The house has advanced electronics to monitor all rooms.

Ozai wakes in the morning, surprised to find himself in a comfy bed in silk sheets instead of his prison cell. He hears beautiful music and birds singing. It’s warm. He thinks: I must be dead, but not reborn. I feel alive, but this is too nice to be hell. A faint beep is heard regularly. It stops when he opens his eyes. He sees a white ceiling, he’s in a wooden bed. Drapes are drawn on one side of the room and a blinking white machine stands beside his bed. A shadow vanishes under the bed. His reflexes kick in. He jumps out of the bed and looks below it. Two blue eyes look back at him. A small animal with blue eyes, a long tail, cream colored with brown paws and snout looks at him. Like a batcat without wings, he thinks. The animal approaches and vocalizes something, then it runs off.

He gets out of his bed and looks at his worn but toned body. He looks into the mirror. He has aged, but he trained in his cell. He is naked and follows the lights on the floor to another room. He remembers entering the pod and then having faded out. And a kiss. He is aroused but feels horribly sick at the same time.

He is startled by a voice coming from a round sphere rolling around on the floor. A digital assistant who greets and welcomes him, shows him the bathroom, his wardrobe and the rooms amenities. Ozai is shocked by the advanced technology and confused, but happy to be free and able to clean up and put on proper Firenation clothing.

Please follow me the sphere says and leads him to a darkened room with a screen in the front. The sphere bids him to sit down and watch. A curtain opens up on the screen and the Fire nation throne room comes up.

Courtroom

Present Firelord Zuko, Avatar Aang, Judge Kanto, Jury members, Timelord Mya in the defense of former Firelord Ozai.

JK: You, Timelord Mya have come forward to demand an inquest into former Firelord Ozais imprisonment. Mya Timelord, would you like to give your opening statement?

M: Firelord Zuko, Avatar Aang, Judge Kanto, dear Jury. I have asked you to join me today to offer you a request. I am a time lord. Whenever I see an imbalance in the time space continuum I come and intervene. In this case I saw that the imprisonment of Ozai will lead to a spiral of violence which will plague your world for centuries and which will ultimately lead to the destruction of your civilization. Furthermore there are legal issues with his imprisonment which I want to elaborate in this court. This is why I have made the decision to intervene. I have a proposition for you. Hand Ozai over to me, as a prisoner. I will remove him from your world for the time being until he is reformed.

JK: In order to judge on your request we need witness accounts. Do you have witnesses?

M: Honourable Judge, I would like to call in Avatar Aang as witness.

JK: Calling in Avatar Aang.

M: Avatar Aang, was Ozai the first Firelord to pursue you?

A: No, Azulon started the quest.

M: Did Ozai start the Hundred Year war?

Aang: No. Sozin started the war. It was then continued with great advances by Azulon and then Ozai took over.

M: So did Ozai kill all the airbenders and the water tribes?

Aang: No Azulon and Sozin did.

M: Was Ozai involved in any military offensives before he took over the reins three years ago?

Aang: No, Iroh led the offensive and siege on Ba Sing Se.

M: So we can only judge three years in which Ozai took over from his father and brother?

Aang: Yes, that’s right.

M: Do you agree that Ozai was not involved in any of the crimes committed by other family members before his reign?

Aang: ....Yes.

M: How about the outer rim of Firenation and the colonies. Is there any cultural exchange or economic exchange between the colonies and the Fire Nation?

Aang: Yes, a few of the cities have really grown in the colonies and are thriving.

M: So I formally object that we blame Ozai for any failings, which were done by any other Firelord and also acknowledge that apart from his later continuation of the ongoing offensive on Ba Sing Se, his main objective was to increase trade exchange.

JK: Objection approved.

M: Then let's see. Ozai planned to scorch the Earth nation, but was defeated by you before he managed to do that.

A: Yes, that's true.

M: Crazy guy, wanting to burn a whole country down, isn't it? Like someone on a rage spree burning down his neighbours house. If he had been a farmer, we'd call him mad for burning down his neighbours crops and give him therapy, maybe lock him up in a mental institution. But it’s his bad luck that he's the Firelord and a powerful fire bending master under the magnifying force of a comet. He clearly had a manic meltdown. So we lock him up in a cold cell without daylight. Do you think opportunity facilitated the crime in this case?

A: I guess so.

JK: No assumptions, please.

M: Fine, my angle here is that we are blaming Ozai for an opportunity he only had because he was pushed into that position. He is manic-depressive. The pressure of the siege led him to experience a manic episode. If we judge him, we must also judge the fire sages and all noble people of the Fire Nation who expected him to do something outrageous, to make his mark as the second born pretty boy son. They nurtured and fed his manic state of mind. But this is not a trial of fire nation society, but of one man. Not a monster, not a demon, just one guy who went on a crazy rampage burning everything because for one moment during Sozins comet he could. A man, who had nothing to his name - except being the second born prince. Who spent his youth not chasing girls but training firebending on Ember island and training his abs. Who - without experience or any formal military role - became the Firelord. A man with a troubled family. A guy who perfected his skills of firebending. The only thing that was left to him after his wife left. A craft, which you ultimately took from him.

A: Yes I did.

M: Firebenders need sunlight. If you lock an earthbender or a waterbender into a cellar, he will still be exposed to his elements several times a day. But a firebender in a cold hole below earth is particularly cruel. He can’t bend fire, but denying him sunlight is torture.

A: ....

M: So why do you all fear him so much still? You have taken all he had. Let me deal with the rest. All I ask from you is to leave him to me. I will take him to another dimension where we will work on his issues. The chances of progress are far better there than here. Furthermore, he won't be able to contact any of his former allies. He’ll be safely locked away.

As second witness I call in Fire Lord Zuko:

M: Firelord, you're the son of Ozai. I understand the pain he has brought on you, like all of us will. But tell me, when you were little, were things different then?

Z: Well, I suppose yes. I remember him as my father. He was always very strict but we also had good times on Ember island on the beach.

M: When did things go sour?

Z: When Lu Ten fell in the war and my father was suddenly pressured by many noble people of the Firenation to become Firelord.

M: How do you mean pressured?

Z: They had all lost family and General Irohs reaction - although very understandable - enraged many of the families who had pulled through similar tragedies.

M: Was your father used to this kind of pressure?

Z: No, I don't think so.

M: Did he have any military role or training?

Z: No, he was a master firebender and was more into expanding that craft. He wanted to be the best and do new innovative stuff.

M: So we have a man who is pushed to a spot, where he has no experience and where his hunger for power ultimately backfired. And he paid a big price for his inquest, didn't he.

Z: Yes, my grandfather, FireLord Azulon asked him to kill me.

M: And yet you are alive!

Z: Yes, my mother found a way to deal with Azulon and went to exile for that.

M: Did you know that your mother had married Ozai on an arranged marriage?

Z: Yes, but on amicable terms.

M: Did you know that she was engaged before and who kept up that relationship even after she became Firelord Ozai's wife?

Z: !!!!!

M: I am sorry to bring this up. But this was the moment when things went sour for Ozai. She told your father that her former fiancé was your father, but Ozai knew that she was lying. She did it to hurt him. He in turn promised her to treat you like a bastard son, so that you would turn out different than him. He loves her still and he loves you, in a twisted way. This culminated in your scorched face and your exile to get you away from him. He still loves your mother, Firelord. And all he does is a futile attempt to get her back.

Z: No, this can't all be true!!

M: I am the Timelord, I see it clearly. I can play it to you, but I want to spare you the pain. Ozai is a conflicted man, full of doubts and a volatile self-esteem, who easily falters under extreme pressure. He is manic-depressive. The loss of his wife tossed him into a manic-depressive cycle. The phoenix king is his manic side. He was left by all women in his life. His mother died young, his beloved wife played him and does so still now. Locking him up is not going to produce any betterment or results.

JK: I want to see if there is any base to your accusations. We will retreat to the private chamber and adjourn this session in 20 Minutes.

Twenty minutes later back in the courtroom.

JK: I am reopening the session after the break. The accusations of Mya Timelord were accurate. I am sorry, Firelord Zuko.

Z: This cannot be....

M: Things are not always the way they look on the surface. Overcome your own hunger for revenge and take an unbiased view on Ozai.

M: As third witness I want to call in the brother of the accused, Retired General Iroh.

JK: Calling in Retired General Iroh of the Fire Nation.

M: General Iroh, you fought for years for the Fire Nation?

I: Yes...

M: In that function you were responsible for directly slaying hundreds of people during the war. Yet you changed sides after your own son died. It took a personal hit to make you fall, the fate of others never left you unhinged.

I: It was a bloody war on all sides...

M: Yet, If you had not gone travelling in those lands during exile, but stayed in FireNation, do you think you would be this amicable towards the other cultures of this world?

I: No, I don't think I would.

M: So why do you think that Ozai, who in fact has never left FireNation but was brainwashed by all his family to hate and look down on anything other, should be lenient? He is a product of his upbringing and of his surroundings. Do you think that he might have changed if you had become Firelord and he had gone to exile instead?

I: (ponders... ) I don't know. He is very strong willed, power hungry, ambitious and has a loose temper. But he might very well have.

M: So in deed, we have someone who never really had the opportunity to learn other views, who is blinded by his convictions, who has manic episodes and we lock him up in a cell where he simmers in his own soup of prejudice, depression and misanthropy. And we call that progress...?

I: ...

Zuko: We cannot let him go like this. Not after all that he did!

M: We are better than him, aren't we? And dont' forget. He will not be free. He will be in a maximum security facility in another dimension, with me. He will have access to daylight. He will have no contact to other people unless it's in alignment with his parole regulations. So are we better than Firelord Ozai?

Aang: I guess so. In order to create balance we must adjust the scale. Punishment is not productive, I agree on that.

M: A dictator is the sum of function inducing fear, appearance and power. You have taken away the function, the fear and the power, what left is just the guy. Let me deal with the guy. You can then focus on rebuilding this world without his shadow. Let his shadow be my problem.

JK: The Jury will now retreat to consult with the Firelord and the avatar.

They left to consult behind closed doors.

JK: We are concluding our session with my closing statement and verdict. The jury together with the Firelord and the Avatar have listened to all objections and inquests of Mya the Timelord. After weighing in the testimonies and the evidence we comply with Timelord Mya's request, under the condition that we get weekly progress reports on the developments and any change of his parole regulations are defined by this panel. The jury will drink the potion of lost thoughts and will forget all said today. I herewith sign the sentence.

Mya approached the Judge and scanned the sentence with a blue stone.

The film ends and Ozai is utterly confused. What is a time lord? Why Timelord and not Timelady? And why does she take such a great interest in him? He feels exposed and vulnerable. He hates that feeling. He almost wishes to be back in his cell. He sits there clenching his fists, trying to control the anger. Who is she to drag his life into the open like this and his feelings for Ursa, his rage, his sadness, his will to outshine his misery? At least the jury is not going to spill the beans to the public. He gets up, angry and looking for answers.

The sphere offers to show him the house. Ozai follows. The house is modern with wood set in nature. Exotic plants and birds are outside the windows. The sphere takes him through a long corridor to a large living room with a high fireplace and gallery on top lining the room. He imagines the magnificent fire and instinctively poses his hand to ignite. Then he remembers his loss of firebending. The room is decorated with antique Asian and Polynesian artworks. Many dragons, which remind him of home. Wherever he walks the beautiful music follows him. The room smells of jasmine and sandalwood. Two beautiful blue-eyed cats are roaming around and a crow watches him attentively from the gallery. On one side, he sees a door to a dining room and another one to a vast library. He goes into the library and sees that most books are not in Kanji. On the mantle are little pictures of Mya and others in silver frames.

The dining room is empty, but a fruit bowl makes him realize that he’s no longer sick and how hungry he is, so he grabs an apple. The other fruit look unknown to him. He leaves back for the living room which has a french window to the terrace.

Ozai is met on the terrace in front of a infinity pool by Mya. She is wearing a sheer blue and green gown over a bikini. She has flowers in her hair. He gets hard immediately seeing her like that.

M: Welcome to the island, Ozai. Thank you for being my guest.

O: I saw that ridiculous trial. I did not think that you despise me that much... dragging my life out like that. I thought you‘d fight honourably.

M: I don’t despise you, I am trying my best to understand you. I wanted you out, I got you out. Sometimes a good result requires bad methods. I am not an angel. I wanted you to see it. No secrets, full transparency.

O: So what is this all about? What am I doing here?

M: We are here to work on your issues. I did not mean to hurt you. I am sorry.

O: So you think I am a crazy man?

M: You’re an overambitious man who did bet on the wrong horse. You took a plausible path, albeit not the most ... humanitarian one. We have opposing views on a few things. But we can work together.

O: Tell me, what am I doing here? Am I your slave? Who are you to distort my life like this.

M: Your story, dear Ozai, does not end in a dim prison cell. You still have a big role to play - a role which will dwarf being the Phoenix king- and to redeem yourself. I will guide you on your journey.

O: I am leaving...

M: Make no mistake, my love, you are still a prisoner. But in a more agreeable jail. If you try to run a force field will contain you. Same for violence. But you are free to move about in and around the house, if you follow my instructions. Our conversation is recorded for further parole hearings. So consider well, if you prefer the cold dark cell.

Ozai seems to be mad, but then he closes his eyes. When he opens them he’s much calmer. He looks around, sees the vastness of the sea, the mountain rising at the other horizon, the surrounding exotic jungle. His spirits rise. He smiles. There are flocks of birds flying over the sea and the scent of flowers is in the air. And the sun is shining full force. He takes off his cloak, stands in the sunlight, showing off his abs, with his eyes closed and fuels in on the sunlight.

M: Are you enjoying the sun?

O: Yes, I feel the sun on my skin! Finally! I feel much stronger. Much more alive.

M: I am glad to hear that.

O: You call me a madman and yet you kissed me...

M: You looked very... kissable. You’re interesting. I am not afraid of you, although maybe I should be.

O: How did I get here?

M: Sorry, I had to sedate you for transport for this location. You‘re not supposed to know where you are.

O: We are not in Fire Nation territory?

M: No, we’re not. I’ll tell you more in due time. Let‘s just soak in the sun, shall we?

Both lie in the sun on loungers in silence for a while.

M: Do you ever get sunburnt?

O: Never...

M: We should record a session for your dear son.

O: Spare me with requests from my son. I don‘t want to think about him now. I want to feel alive again. I want to look at the sea, at the sky, the sun and at you! I want to feel the energy and feel alive from core to shell.

M: You look quite alive to me. Alive enough to answer my questions.

Ozai felt a short tight squeeze on his chest from the force field. He gasped for air, looked at Mya in anger and then complied.

Session 4:

M: What would you do at home on such a lovely day?

O: We were at war. I did not have the luxury to enjoy sunny days.

M: Before you became Fire Lord?

O: Training outdoors, firebending and Agni Kai against other firebenders. Family. Maybe Ember island.

M: And as Fire Lord? How did a typical day look?

O: I was woken by a servant, prepped and dressed. Then I had breakfast, sometimes with my generals or my daughter. Then strategic meetings. In the evening I’d meet with influential families to gain their support for the war.

M: How did you relax?

O: ???

M: You’re so intense, there must be a way in which you let off steam... Making love to beautiful girls and/or boys?

O: I won’t answer that (embarrassed)

M: You cannot just pile on without letting off some steam...

O: Fire bending... training forms... Agni Kai...probably.

M: Now without your bending powers you must be quite stressed out.

O: I meditate.

M: Do you achieve balance?

O: I feel the rage.

M: Too much energy?

O: I don’t like being confined. I was now confined for two years.

M: Let’s try something. Follow me. Sit down to meditate. Don’t be afraid, it’s nothing to be worried about.

So, are you calm and relaxed?

O: I can’t relax.

M: Give me your hands. We will make a journey in your mind.

O: No, thank you. I have no intention to. Last time it left me shattered when I woke up and had to face the grim reality of my prison cell.

M: Fair enough, then let’s just sit together and enjoy the sun, enjoy being alive and have some good tea.

O: Where is the tea?

M: Would you like some? I have some exquisite Gyokuro tea...worthy for a celebration on your first day with me.

Mya goes, gets the kettle, sets up tea in a tiny Japanese tea set. Ozai watches her and is feeling very hot. But he also feels that he‘s restricted by the force field, which creates an invisible pulsating cage around him.

M: Your tea, Lord Ozai.

O: Now I feel alive.

We drink tea silently. Awkward silence. He looks relaxed and musters something akin to a smile. I feel like kissing him, but I restrain myself.

Then I pour him a cherry blossom tea. He closes his eyes and enjoys the smell. When he opens his eyes I see desire in them.

He slowly drinks tea and watches me with his sly ember eyes, like a fox eyeing his prey. His hands reach forward to touch my breasts. He is surprised that there is no stun. I move towards him and whisper in his ears that I’ve stopped the tape and his cage. His arms grab me and we kiss. He drags me to his bed. He undresses me slowly until I am naked. His lips and tongue are on my neck. I feel his breath on my skin. I feel his tongue in my mouth, the heat from his body. The smell of his body. I feel his possessiveness and the frenzy of a madman, the fire and the danger. I taste the salty taste of his sweaty skin. We make love and I enjoy every bit of him until I lose myself. When he did he had gripped the mattress of the lounger, which was now scorched.

O: This feels so good, you feel so good, I have been waiting for this for so long...

He smelled the burnt linen and opened his eyes.

O: Did I do this?

He looked at the lounger incredulously.

M: Remember, Aang said you can‘t bend fire to harm others. So if you find a new approach to firebending, your powers might come back. Sex might be a first clue. We might call it Firefucking or maybe fuckbending?

O: Then let‘s fuckbend ten times a day... he whispered and grinned ear to ear. For the first time since I knew him, he seemed happy.

He was exhausted and I covered us up with a blanket. I took a shower and then I jumped into the pool and he followed me.

O: the water is warm!

M: Yes, I know you folk don‘t like cold water.

He pinned me against the edge and kissed me. He looked tired.

I was getting aroused again, but I worried about him, so I got out.

M: Prison surely strained you. We’ll do a health check to see if you have any imbalances.

O: What health check?

M: Heart, BP, Blood, the usual.

We went to the medical bay.

M: Are you cold. You look queasy.

O: I am not used to stand around like this, exposed in front of a pretty woman.

M: We’re not being naughty now, sorry. O: My dick thinks otherwise.

M: Don’t worry, the check will be over soon and then we can continue our fuckbending research.

Does medical check.

M: Your body has suffered in jail, but we can patch you up.

Moves to desk, mixes a protein drink.

M: Drink this, it will help you recover your strength. You’ll need all of it for our journey.

O: Is the journey spiritual or are we really going away? I am starting to like it here.

M: For the time being we’re here, but our time together is a journey.

We went to the dining room, both hungry like wolves. The sphere had already served different dishes. I was amused to see that Ozai put huge amounts of hot sauce on everything.

After dinner I pulled him into his bedroom. I kissed him and he took me slowly from behind.

I lay in his arms and he caressed my face.

O: You‘re such a strange girl...

M: No one called me a girl since ages...

O: Why did you really save me?

M: You‘re too hot to rot in jail... and then as I said, the world is in turmoil and I need your help. I‘ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

We went to bed and he fell asleep at once.

Ozai woke up, me in his arms.

O: You‘re still here.

M: Yes, I have been watching you sleep.

O: Why would you do that?

M: In sleep we are unmasked. I see your pain, your fear of abandonment. You still love her, don‘t you?

O: Did I say her name in my dreams?

M: ... She hurt you, left you, married another guy she was dating behind your back. And yet, you love her still. You‘re a good guy, Ozai.

O: (laughing) No one ever called me that before!

M: It‘s true. You‘re hurting. Your whole self esteem came crashing down when she ditched you for a farmer. I feel your sadness.

I kissed his head

M: I mean it. You‘re so loyal, that it breaks you. You got played and everyone needs to suffer because you can‘t punish those who have hurt and abandoned you.

O: Whenever I see my kids, I see her.

M: And in her you see your loving mother who also left you so early. You‘re haunted, you need to let go, move on, build a new life. All the violence in the world will not turn the clock back. I know you feel like destroying everything, but it’s not a solution. We’ll fix your broken heart and your complicated life. We‘ll work on it, here.

O: Is that the journey?

M: Part of it. Remember: you now have the freedom to just be Ozai, without the Firelord burden. People here will like you for who you are, not what crown you wear. You don‘t have to induce fear to be loved and respected.

O: Can you bend time? Make all this go away.

M: I so much wish I could. Doesn’t work that way, sorry.

I hugged him and whispered that I’d stay by his side.

O: Until you leave me too.

M: No, my love, you will leave me eventually, but I will always remember and preserve you in my heart.

Ozai closed his eyes. Then he suddenly grabbed and hugged me, held me and kissed my head, then my lips.

O: Mya, you’re a gift from the gods!

M: Ozai, some people consider me a God.

O: Oh, I just fucked a goddess, my goddess of fuckbending.

Mya left to shower and to get dressed. Ozai let the hot water pour over his body. When he got dressed, Mya was already gone. Ozai went out to find her.

He stood in the living room and saw Mya on the terrace. She was sitting at a table. The cats, a black squirrel and the crow were listening to her attentively. Then he noticed that all the shrubs around her were full of songbirds. The ground was full of spiders. She let the crow fly, it let out a craw and was answered by a thousandfold other crow voices. The cats and squirrel ran, so did the wave of spiders. All songbirds flew out and darkened the sun for a brief moment, before they also flew away.

She turned around.

M: Ozai, you are here.

O: What was this?

M: My messengers flew out. I need to know about the state of the worlds.

Mya smiled and approached him. Ozai felt uneasy. This was a type of magic that he had never seen in his world. He was weary of women with mystic powers, he had been burnt once already...

M: We have had two wonderful days, but now it is time to get to work.

O: What are you talking about?

M: I have to hand in a report with your progress and we need to make quick strides. Follow me!

Mya led Ozai through the garden downhill over stone steps. At the bottom of the path they reached a road and next to it was an arena with stone figures.

M: This is the place where we will rediscover your firebending - without carnal pleasures. You can train here.

O: But my bending is gone.

M: We will see. I want you to be ready to use your craft when your bending powers return. I can also show you some new tricks. Clench a fist, yes, but stronger. Don’t let go!

Mya pointed with one finger and then hit his nerve superfast. His fist sprang open involuntarily.

O: Aah! What was that?!?

M: Speed, element of surprise and detailed knowledge of human anatomy.

O: My hand is still sore!

M: I use this if my opponent has a dagger.

O: Honourable warriors don’t fight like this.

M: Not all foes have honour.

O: ...

M: Show me some forms, I want to learn.

Mya and Ozai spent the day practicing forms. As a Timelord Mya had the unique talent to empathize so greatly with people that she would literally replicate them and their abilities. Ozai was a great firebending teacher and more patient than Mya would have expected. After an hour Ozais hands started to smoke and a small flame showed. He was very excited.

O: My power is returning! But, how?

M: You are using firebending for altruistic reasons: you are teaching and helping me. And you’re a motivated teacher. As the Avatar said: to not use it for evil purposes or against others.

After hours passed, Mya had also managed to produce some smoke and Ozai left again for the house.

In the evening Mya wrote her first report.

Report 1: Week 1

This is an account of prisoner Ozais progress.

Ozai is a deeply conflicted person who has detachment issues and who resorts to rash decisions when under extreme internal or external pressure. He has a manic-depressive disorder. In his manic episodes, he shows megalomaniac tendencies, while his depressive side is more subdued. In those episodes, he tends to make self-harming decisions.

Without the shell of his function as Firelord there are traces of kindness. His empathy needs cultivation.

We have these points, which I want to stress in him:

Detachment and inner balance

Cultivation of empathy

Balance

Coping with stressors to avoid triggers

Developing maturity

Sense of self

Responsible decision-making

The same evening, cozied up in his arms in front of the fireplace, we also recorded another session:

Session 5:

M: So, we’re back on tape. Ozai, how are you?

O: Fine. I feel good.

M: Zuko was worried about your dignity. All intact?

O: You showed me that nasty trick and my hand feels dead... other than that all dignified and good.

M: Anything you want to say?

O: I wish that you could also talk to Azula, but I worry for your safety if you did.

M: With her I would take on another approach, not one that might remind her of her mother.

O: I tried my best when they were small, but being a father and a firelord at war, it is hard not to confuse both roles. One gets used to ... violence.

M: Everything was meant to fail from the beginning. And all parents fail their kids. They’re both alive and fierce.

O: Zuko hates me. I am concerned about Azula. My wife... I should have protected Azula from her scheming. I was totally focused on myself, Firenation and the siege on Ba Sing Se.

M: Are you convinced that Zuko hates you? Does it make you sad?

O: Sad?...

M: He‘s the one pestering me about your dignity and your wellbeing...

O: ... I wasn‘t aware of that. It pleases me to hear that. But that boy is just too soft to stand the hardships of being a Firelord. All those Agni Kais I had to fight against usurping generals to strengthen my position. Some of which I had considered personal friends! All those hours I had to learn tactics, strategy, negotiation skills... only to find out that sometimes brute force was the only viable solution. He hasn’t fought or learnt one of these lessons. His days are numbered.

M: Here, a jasmine tea flower. Let me pour you a cup. Close your eyes, feel it.

O: A symbol of love?

M: Of love and redemption.

O: I guess I could use both...

M: You can get love from me, redemption is yours to make.

Ozai was tired after the recording. I sat next to him and took his hand.

M: Things will improve.

O: There are still people who consider me the real god given Firelord. Zuko should have killed me to take the throne.

M: He cares too much about you to do that. Do you still want to be Firelord?

O: More than anything else.

I caressed his face, those beautiful warm coloured but cold eyes. He closed them. Was he yet revealing too much? He seemed sad. We sat next to each other for a while. Then he looked at me, got up and left. I found him in his room. As I wanted to enter, he bid me to leave.

O: I am your prisoner. I want to be alone. Give me some privacy to meditate.

M: Of course.

I retreated.

He sat down to meditate, but he could not concentrate. He had to think about her all the time. He was falling for her and he did not like much of what she said, although it felt true. He missed her touch, her voice, her body... he thought about her all the time. He was falling in love. His heart was on fire.

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Raven’s Revenge, Chapter 3: Run

Author’s Notes: Did y'all think I abandoned this story? Shame on y'all! lol jk I promise this story is not going to be abandoned. I’m just an insanely busy person who has to put work and school first. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and that this was worth the wait! Not much action happening in this chapter, but it will explain some of Raven’s motives, so happy reading! As always, please leave a review so I know you liked what you read!

P.S. My laptop broke so this had to be posted on mobile. Please forgive the inconvenient format.

Disclaimer: Drake Daniels, Landon, and the Dragon Knights are all OC’s created by bearhow, who has graciously allowed me to adopt them. lol

The trip to Steele City was uneventful. Tempers were still high, so each Tyrant kept to themselves as they flew in their specially designed private jet. The plane was made up of smaller compartments, each belonging to an individual Tyrant. Two pods acted as wings, while one pod in the front acted as the head, and one pod in the rear acted as a tail. There was a fifth pod in the center, but that pod was now vacant. Robin sat in the front pod, his scarred face starring out the window with a sense of determination. Far behind him, in the tail-end pod, was his pissed alien girlfriend. The banished princess was facing the opposite side. This was designed so that she could defend them from behind if they found themselves being trailed, but for now, she used it as an excuse to ignore the obsessive man behind her.

She hated what that witch did to her lover. She knew he was once a fearless, merciless criminal. It was that demoness that turned him into this cowardly worm. The alien woman was initially attracted to the martial artist, because of his strength, but as their relationship progressed, she found herself doing something she swore she’d never allow herself to do. She fell in love with him. It was due to this change of heart that Blackfire stayed around. She surprisingly wants her stupid boyfriend to succeed as the leader of their gang, but this new Raven development through any progress that had been made out the window. This was why she was so angry. She was furious with that demon-spawn for once again, taking the Robin she knew and loved away from her.

“Tyrants prepare for landing.” The voice of the man of her thoughts sounded through the staticky speaker. Blackfire openly sighed as she began pressing a few button and dials, doing her part to help with the landing. As their ship lowered onto the landing mat on top of the East Tyrant’s tower, Blackfire came to the decision, that she would allow her love these next few days to gather himself, and when he was ready, she would return to the issue. Raven was coming, and denying that fact would be a fool’s errand.

Robin turned off the ship, and each pod opened, allowing the other Tyrants to step out of their respective pods. Robin used one hand to pull himself up and over his pod, and landed himself firmly on two feet. A few yards away, standing at a safe distance, were the familiar bodies of the resident Tyrants East. They had met this group of Tyrant wannabes a few months back. There had been reports of a team of villains operating in this East-side city under a similar name. Once word caught up to the original Tyrants, they decided to pay these impersonators a visit. Their initial meeting do not do well, ending with both teams exhausted and beaten. After that, it didn’t take long for the opposing teams to join forces and take on some of the more challenging swindles and heists. A friendship had formed out of neutral benefit for each other.

“I have to admit that this improvised visit came off as a surprise to me team and I, Robin.” The commanding sound of a woman’s voice called from the other group as Robin approached them, his own team right on his heels.

“Well we aren’t really known for our politeness.” The boy blunder shot back, joining in on the playful banter.

“That you are not.” The same strong, feminine voice agreed as the owner stepped up to meet him. The two leaders met half way, and stared each other down. Both teams tensed as their leaders took each other in, their eyes never wavering. It was Robin who broke the silence by extending his hand.

“Good to see you, Wasp.”

“Good to see ya too.” Wasp accepted his handshake. She was a tall, African-American woman dressed in a black and yellow stripped suit, and glossy wings fluttered behind her. As an old Brotherhood of Justice member, she held some of the best inside intel on the superhero group, which always came in handy.

“So you gonna tell us why y'all are here?” The strong woman probed as she gestured for the group to follow them down into the tower.

Robin matched her pace as they went up to the stairs that led down into the tower. “Let’s get inside first. You’re going to want to sit down for this one.”

~~~~~~~

“Food!”

A pair of floppy, green ears perked up as the jade-furred dog sniffed the air in a particular direction. The scent musky scent of flesh swamped his senses, making his mouth drool and his tail wag. The green hound took off in the direction of the enticing smell. Dodging cars and city folk wandering down the busy streets of Jump City, the young dog followed the scent up to a building made of metal and glass. The intoxicating aroma of cow meat radiated off this building.

“A steakhouse! Jackpot!”

The canine snuck down the surrounding alleyway, and traced the scent to a large green container behind the building. Once he reached his target, he dog barked in excitement and then his small body transformed into the lean body of a fifteen-year-old boy.

The boy, who’s raggedy old black and purple spandex uniform fell in shreds, took a few clumsy steps toward the dumpster. His claws fingers wrapped themselves over the edge of the bin and with all his strength, he pulled his green body over the edge and fell into the container. His back instantly met the piles of garbage on the inside. Taking a second to catch his breath, the dirty lad began digging through the old food until he found his prize. A partially eaten, medium rare, prime rib. The shapeshifter licked his lips as his stomach growled in hunger. Without wasting another second, he used his calloused hands to pick up the slab of meat and brought it up to his awaiting fangs.

“Garfield!”

The changeling jumped at the sudden sound of his name. His pointed ears stood erect and his emerald eyes frantically searched for the source of the voice.

“Garfield!” The voice shouted again. This time he shifted back to a dog and growled, hackles raised and ready for a fight.

“Foolish mutt! Wake up!”

An older version of the boy flung open his eyes. A sharp pain shot through his rear end which sent him flying in the air with a frightened yelp. He quickly shifted into a house cat and landed on his four feet. His fur stood on end and his tiny frame shook with a mix a fear and annoyance.

A woman dressed in a dark red leotard and matching cloak rolled her amethyst eyes in aggravation.

“Imbecile.” She muttered under her breath as she moved away from startled feline. “It’s time for us to go.” She said in a much more commanding voice as she exited the cave the two had been staying in for the past couple of nights.

The cat transformed back into its human form.

“You really need to work on your wake up calls.” The man complained as he followed her out.

The sorceress snorted at his statement, but chose not to address the subject further. There were more important topics on hand.

“Where we are going will take time to find. I only have an idea of where this dragon kingdom is located. Plus, my magic isn’t strong enough now to teleport us in one go. I predict I can take us as far as Bermuda today. Then tomorrow I will take us to the Alps of Switzerland, where it is believed the hidden Kingdom of Kuarlong lies.”

“A night in Bermuda? Sounds romantic.” The changeling teased as he waggled his eyebrows flirtatiously.

“This isn’t a vacation!” Scolded the demoness, her eyes flashing crimson. Garfield flinched away, but her anger spontaneously dissolved and her dangerous glare became a lustful gaze. She ran a sharpened nail down the man’s chiseled face, stopping at his pointed chin. The way she looked at him sent shivers down his spine. “But I’m sure we’ll have some time to waste tonight.” She amended, before the lust in her eyes changed back to determination. Her hand wrapped around his face, squeezing his cheeks. “Let’s go.”

And with those final words the pair disappeared into a black puddle of magic.

~~~~~~~

The Tyrants East Tower was very similar to that of the Tyrants West. The giant T-shaped structure cast an ominous shadow over the nearby city that was at its mercy. With very little Brotherhood of Justice presence, it made their rein over the city a walk in the park. The state-of-the-art equipment that was showcased in their home was proof of their recent success. As the residents of this tower escorted their guests through the halls, some of them walked in stride as they noticed the awestruck faces of Arsenal and Tempest or the jealous scowl of Blackfire. Leading the pack, Red Robin and Wasp engaged in a light conversation, comparing stories of recent crimes and how each leader’s city was faring. Blackfire kept right at their heels, her dark green eyes observing the exchange with a suspicious glare. Considerably behind her were Arsenal and Tempest, being followed closely by the other members of the Tyrants East, Cyborg, Flamebird, and Mas and Minos.

Cyborg was clearly the second in command, his large body complete with prosthetic well….everything. He had one infrared eye that moved about on its own, creeping the hell out of their guests. To his right, a thin and tall blonde woman dressed as a flame walked confidently beside him. She wore a smug look on her face as she kept in step with the half man, half machine. On Cyborg’s other side, the speedster twins, Mas and Menos, had their eyes fixated on the newcomers.

Once they arrived in the common room area, Wasp gestured to the couch. “Make yourselves at home. Robin, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to speak with you privately for a moment.”

Robin nodded his head and stepped forward, but was cut off by his fuming alien girlfriend. “I’ll join you, if that’s okay with you, Robin.” She shot him a challenging look, before diverting it to Wasp.

“That won’t be necessary, Blackfire.” Wasp spoke coolly, but had an obvious look of announce.

Blackfire turned her head to Robin, her expression softening somewhat. “Please Love? I insist.”

Robin gave her a spetical look, but decided this would not be the hill he dies on.

“Fine.” He said with a nod of his head. Wasp quietly growled, but stilled turned to lead the pair to her study.

Her study was not far from the common room, and was littered with maps of the city, photos of big name heroes or law enforcement, and models of different insects. She led them to her desk and big brown-leather chair, which she plopped herself in before spinning around to face her guests.

“So, Robin, do you plan on telling me why you are here or are you going to keep me guessing?” She inquired with a smirk as she twisted in her chair.

“Well unfortunately we aren’t here to catch up. Do you remember when you had asked me about are old teammate?” Judging by his sudden serious demeanor, the mutant girl lost her smirk, and sat up in her chair.

“The demoness, yes I remember. You flipped out and told me never to say her name again.”

Robin simply nodded his mostly shaved head. “Right. Well there is a reason for that.”

“You don’t say?” The woman bit back sarcastically.

“Do you want to hear the story or not?” The criminal wonder snapped.

“Alright, geez. Continue.”

“A few months before we all met, my team and I were helping her complete a mission. She said it would be are greatest mission yet, if only we did exactly what she said. What we didn’t realize is that we were just her slaves working to our own demise.”

Robin began to feel his heart race again at the painful memories. His throat clenched up and his body began to shake. He stepped away slightly, trying in vain to hide his episode.

“Robin, you okay man?” Wasp wondered with slight concern.

Inpatient and wanting to divert the rival leader’s attention away from her vulnerable boyfriend, Blackfire continued for him.

“She was after power.” She started, earning the other girl’s attention. “The throne of Hell, to be exact. It had been part of her plan all along. First, she agreed to aid the Brotherhood in defeating her father, who was on the throne at the time, then she conspired to force herself on the throne. Like fools, we let her feed us lies. False promises of wealth and power if we helped her succeed. It wasn’t until the last minute when we discovered her true intentions.”

“She was going to enslave us. All of us. Heroes and villains, citizens and criminals, the whole Earth was going to be under her rule. Instead of destroying planets, like her father, she wants to rule over them.” Robin interjected.

Wasp looked at them baffled by their tale. “Well how’d you guys stop her?”

“We didn’t.” Robin answered. “Landon did. We only helped.”

“And that is?”

“An ambitious demon who wanted the throne for himself. He was too cowardly to confront that witch and her Hell-born followers, so he came to us for help. That’s how we found out of her true intentions. With his help, and the help of a few other demons who didn’t want to see the blood of Trigon rule again, the Brotherhood and my team were able to sedate her and her number two. We locked them up at Arkham and threw away the key.”

Robin had finished his explanation, but the proud leader wasn’t satisfied yet. “Well that was interesting story, but it still doesn’t answer my question. Why are you here?”

This time, Blackfire answered, with flames in her eyes. “Because she has escaped, along with her pet, and has had a whole year to devise a revenge plan to slaughter us all!”

Wasp looked at her, unfazed. “And you thought leading her here would solve all your problems?”

Robin stepped up. “We just need a place to lay low for a few days while we plan are next move. Our home is compromised, so please, help us out.” He pleaded.

Wasp huffed with irritation, but begrudgingly agreed.

“Fine. Two days. If you haven’t figured it out by then, you and your team are out of here.”

~~~~~~

A puddle of darkness opened up on the beach of Bermuda, the sand and water spraying up in a circular motion. Two figures rose up out of the portal and landed on the sandy shore. The cloaked figure staggered until her knees buckled from under her and she landed on the ground. The other figure ran to her side in an instant.

“Rae, are you okay?” The figure on all fours asked the exhausted woman.

“Yes, I’m fine Garfield. It’s just these cursed limitations to my powers.” She growled as she held her head in her hands in an attempt to soothe her pounding headache. “We must find shelter for tonight. I need to rest before we finish our journey.”

The green man nodded his head in understanding. Shifting his body into a wolf, he ran out into the nearby canopy in search of her demands. While he was gone, Raven looked to the evening sky. The stars danced in the darkness and the moon was full and swollen with light. Her violet eyes shone red with bloodlust as her mind wondered to those who had wronged her. A particular mohawked man coming to mind first.

“I will get my throne back, and when I do, I will not be taking any prisoners. Enjoy these few days, Robin, for they will be your last.”

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