#for now I wore the purple cargos I got to go with it and a white shirt and the red part of the hoodie and it was so fun hehe

[justapalspal]

@ninjam117 has invented the term “yugioh bounding” to describe the casual closet cosplay outfit things I whipped up for tkb and ryou lmao

[o0sleepingdead0o]

Prepared for Anything Pt. 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, MasterPost

What was with Danny’s luck and fires? He wondered as he searched a warehouse he’d come across for survivors. He’d been flying home(invisibly of course) when a nearby building had exploded. Flames licked at the grease spattered floor and ate at old crates, but the biggest issue was the smoke. It billowed thickly like the smog that filled Gotham’s skies, and impeded even Danny’s enhanced vision. He could taste the ash in the air. He knew there were people here. He heard someone coughing and the sound of fighting going on ahead. 

He forged onward, dashing towards the sounds, and the layers of smoke lessened enough for Danny to see what was taking place.

The first thing he noticed was the scuffle. About a dozen of what were clearly henchmen fired guns and grappled with. . .

Danny sighed.

More vigilantes.

One wore purple and had long, blonde hair. The other wore black with gold accents, and a mask covered her face. Both sides of the fight wore rebreathers.

The second thing Danny noticed was the red vigilante with bandoliers across his chest, bound with chains, and hanging by the ceiling. He hung over a vat of boiling oil that was alit with flames.

. . .

. . .

What was this? Some scene from a childrens’ cartoon?

Danny hurried forward, egged on by the lung Red was hacking up, one who very much was not wearing a rebreather.

Danny pointed a finger at the chain suspending the poor vigilante, and shot a small ecto-blast from the tip. The chain broke.

The vigilante screamed as he fell towards the boiling vat and Danny leapt to intercept him mid-air.

“Huu—“ The vigilante huffed at the impact, Danny’s shoes squealing as he landed and skidded to a halt.

The red guy wheezed. “Thanks.”

“Sure. Couldn’t just leave you hanging around, now could I?” Danny grinned.

Tim groaned.

Danny didn’t think the vigilante had room to complain.

Immediately, they were beset by attackers.

“Oop.” Danny dodged a bullet, shifting only the needed inch to avoid it. “Hey! Watch it! I’ve got cargo!”

“Carg—?!” The vigilante tried, only to hack again. He sounded offended. Danny didn’t really care.

A few goons were closing in on them from all sides, and Danny found it highly annoying that they were interfering with his mission to get this damsel in distress outside to fresh air. It wouldn’t take too long to knock ‘em out, but still.

One of the lackeys raised his weapon and Danny prepared to—

Flying in from the left came a foot, clocking the man in the jaw. Danny watched a small and lithe black figure move like she was the manifestation of violent, deadly grace itself. Danny was in awe as she took the man out, gliding and dancing as if it was all she breathed and all she lived. Her movements were efficient and so quick, Danny could barely catch the motions taking out the next three men after.  She tore through them like they were nothing. They fell at her feet as if they were insignificant gnats, as if one look was enough from the goddess of death over here to kill them.

She turned to Danny when she’d cleared his immediate attackers, and he stared at her, mouth slightly agape. His heart fluttered.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. . .” Danny muttered mostly to himself. He could watch her do that over and over and over again and never get tired of it. It was captivating.

The black vigilante went still for a moment, her eyes seeming to lock with his through her mask, before motioning for him to flee.

“Right.” Danny dashed past her, lugging the red one in a bridal carry. A fireman’s carry would probably be hard on his lungs.

“Wh—at w—s tha—t?!” The red one coughed up. Danny couldn’t tell if he was laughing at him or judging him. Or both.

“Shush.”

Danny blew through the nearest doors of the warehouse to meet fresh air and sucked in a deep breath. The smoke didn’t bother him, but this was still nice. He distanced himself from the warehouse quickly, worried about wasting time and risking this dude’s life. Or health. Danny had no idea how bad the smoke inhalation was. Pretty bad, he was guessing.

Danny laid him down in some alley. Mechanical whirring announced who had arrived. Danny looked up as the purple and black vigilantes dropped down from the roofs.

Danny’s eyes briefly glanced over Purple to rest on Black.

“Oh, hey. That was quick.”

The purple one shrugged. “We were almost done any—where did that come from?”

Danny uncoiled the tube to the oxygen tank and mask, fixing it over the baffled face of Red.

“Huh?” Danny fiddled with the knob on the tank and Red took deep breaths.

“You just have an oxygen tank on you at all times?” The purple one laughed.

“You don’t?” Danny countered. He tried not to smirk as Purple choked on her laugh.

“I was joking!”

Danny shrugged.

“Good job.” Black complimented and Danny’s heart palpitated. Her voice was so soft and gentle and the most melodious thing he’s ever heard.

“Yeah, thanks, I mean, no problem, just passing by, I'm in burning buildings all the time, wasn't any trouble." Danny rambled as he went back to fumbling with the knobs.

"Wait, what?" Red croaked.

Purple took in a long breath, as if hit with some amazing bit of realization.

Danny abruptly stood where he’d been sitting on the ground next to Red.

“Here. These are for you.” Danny thrust his hand out to Black, holding a bouquet of exotic, beautiful flowers, native to the Infinite Realms, and at least six times the size of his head.

Purple nearly seized back. “What the—?! Where are these things coming from?!”

Danny had received a multitude of bouquets for his coronation and he was suddenly very glad that he’d frozen them in time to decorate his keep with. Jazz had insisted it would brighten up the place.

“Ah, well, you never know when you might need a professionally done, extravagant bouquet of exotic wildflowers to present to your rescuer. You were my knight in shining. . .whatever kinda armour that is. . .”

Purple’s jaw went slack. Black seemed to pause before shrugging lightly and looking away, curling a little into herself as if embarrassed. Her body language said she was still happy, though. She carefully took the bouquet from him.

Danny was gonna die again. The butterflies were going to mutate and burst out of his stomach.

“Oh my gosh! Stop flirting over my dying body!” Red interrupted.

Danny spluttered. “I am not—“

“You totally are!!” Purple cackled as if this was the most entertainment she’s had in weeks.

Danny ignored her. “Anyway, can I have your name?” He asked Black.

“Wait. . .”Purple tried to get herself under control. “You don’t know who we are?”

Danny shrugged. “I’m, uh. . .from outta town.”

“Well, that was kinda obvious.” Red said.

“Orphan.” Black gestured to herself.

Danny paused. He blinked. Alright, that was. . .that was some oddly personal information to go straight to, but okay.

“I’m. . .sorry for your loss.”

Purple guffawed and slapped a hand over her mouth. Red hacked up another lung. He was gonna run out soon.

Black shook ever so subtly with her own laughter and Danny nearly melted.

“No. Name.” She gestured to herself. “Orphan.”

“It’s her vigilante name.” Purple was still laughing.

“Ah. . .yes. . .right.” Danny blushed. “My name’s Danny. It’s nice to meet y'all.” His words implied he spoke to all of them, but he looked only at Orphan.

“Yeah, I’m lucky you were there to grab me. I don’t know how that chain broke.” Red said from where he���d sat up from the ground. Danny’s lips pursed. He honestly kept forgetting about him.

Purple took a steadying breath, warding off the laughter still treading her words. “We should probably get him some medical attention.”

“Psh, I’m fine.”

“I thought you said you were dying?” Danny asked.

“That was like, ten seconds ago, I’m fine now.”

“Yeah, about as fine as a chain smoker with a drinking problem. Have you heard yourself? It’s like you swallowed a sword and gave it a good swishing around down there.” Purple retorted.

Red scoffed.

Danny backed out of the alley, flashing Orphan a smile before disappearing.

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“What happened to all your food?!”

Danny came home to Jason(AKA Red Hood. {The wacky ectoplasm kinda made it obvious. Danny was working on that}) peering into his fridge judgementally as if it was an a affront to his person. “I loaded it up just a couple days ago!”

Danny reached past his friend to grab the orange juice and poured himself a glass. He went to sit at the counter. “I ate it all. Duh.”

“There was a week’s worth in there!” Jason gestured indignantly at the empty fridge, staring at Danny.

Danny took a long sip of his juice, keeping eye contact with Jason all the while. When his thirst was parched, he set the cup down with a quiet clink. He leaned his elbows on the counter to hold his face. 

“Obviously not, because I ate it all.”

Jason pinched his nose and sighed before letting the fridge door drift closed. He poured the kettle he must’ve boiled earlier into a prepared mug.

Danny stared down at his half-emptied glass. “I think I’m in love.” He murmured thoughtfully into it.

The tea bag bobbing in Jason’s mug paused, before continuing. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” Danny sighed, mournfully. He wondered if Orphan would care if he was half-dead or from another dimension. Would he meet her again? He really, really hoped so. “I met her in a burning building.”

“. . .What?”

“Yeah, what an amazing coincidence, right?”

“That’s not—“

“She was so cool.”

“. . .kaaay?”

How did Danny get her attention? He couldn’t just show up wherever she was vigilante-ing, could he? He didn’t want her to feel like he was stalking her.

Danny shuddered and made a face. Ugh. Ew.

No. He needed to find another way.

A small smile wound it’s way over his lips as an idea came to him.

“What’s her name?” Jason asked.

“Umm, you’ve probably heard of her. She said her name was Orphan.”

Jason choked on his tea.

[injuries-in-dust]

What concerns me with the humans are space orcs stuff oddly enough was humanity's clothing,

Looking at mass effect and other SciFi games and films the clothes suck, boring and basic design all round.

Then I look at what we wore around the 1800s, where did our sense of fashion go?

Security chief Thron frowned as they looked down at the human, classified as; "Stowaway" in the holding cell.

Xe didn't know how the conversation had spun around to this topic, but it was engaging enough to pass the hours until they reached the next spaceport to hand the human over to the proper authorities. "Human fashion is so boring."

Jupiter classified themselves as a "Hitchhiker" but after a few hours in the cell and settled on an "agree to disagree" mentality with the security chief.

They shook their head. "You've clearly not met the right humans."

Thronn shook xyr head, "I have met many humans during my service."

"Oh service," Jupiter rolled their eyes. "You can't judge human fashion based on those guys in the service. Uniforms don't count."

"It is not just humans within the service I have met. We are a cargo vessel, we bring many useful supplies to many fledgling colonies, human ones included."

Jupiter shook their head, "new colonies? You're judging fashion by what you see on the new colonies?"

"Then what of your garments? Dull colourings all over your person. Little accoutrements to be seen. Very boring. Very typical of human stowaways."

"Hitchhikers." Jupiter corrected. "You can't judge hitchhikers and colonists. They don't have the resources to waste on fancy stuff, and I've got to travel light. It's all about keeping it simple. Hardwearing stuff that lasts a long time and could be easily replaced or repaired. And the dark colours help me hide when I'm stow... hitchhiking."

Thronn decided xe would let that slip of the tongue pass without comment.

Jupiter looked xem up and down. Even in a uniform, the alien had been allowed a few accessorires of cultural significance. It certainly added splashes of colour to the usually dull grey security uniform. A small headdress with a bright embroidered pattern, a sash around the waist with a matching design, and an epaulette on the shoulder made of small conical seashells stitched onto silk and painted in bright colours.

It was certainly more than Jupiter had going on. They had a navy blue bomber jacket, dark shirt, dark khaki trousers, brown hiking boots, a black and white shemagh wrapped around her neck and a dark green and black rucksack usually slung over her back, but right now it was sitting outside the cell in an evidence locker. The closest to an accessory they had going on was a few ID patches sewn onto the jacket and bag. Name, species, blood type, and world of origin.

Photographs and memories were their souvenirs.

"Have you ever been to any of the long-established colonies? Any that have been around for a century or more?"

Thronn shook xyr head, "I haven't. The ship's duties only take us around the border worlds."

"Then you haven't seen what humans are really capable of when they get comfortable." Jupiter pointed over to the locker holding their bag. "There are some pictures on my datapad. I managed to visit Port Marinda, Alforanza, and New Barcelona last year, they're all human colonies, all about two hundred years old. Go on, get the pad and I'll show you the pictures."

Against xyr better judgement, Thronn opened the locker and retrieved the datapad. Xe opened a small hatch in the holding cell, usually used to pass meals through.

Jupiter scrolled through the pictures until they found the folder holding the pictures of their visit to New Barcelona. The pictures showed the wonderful countryside of rolling hills of silver and purple grass, scattered with trees with leaves of bright orange. Sunglasses were a must when walking in the countryside because of the risk of violent headaches, especially on sunny days. The sunsets were simply stunning, and they had amazing local fruit that looked like a red banana and tasted like raspberry and dark chocolate.

The capital city was also a sight to see. Tall, wavy and twisting buildings that looked like bright coral growing right out of the ground. Each one was a different colour so every district contained a rainbow of either bright or pastel shades.

The people were equally bright and ingenious in their clothing. Jupiter turned the screen to show Thronn a picture they'd taken of a picturesque street market.

Thronn looked at the handful of humans in the picture. One human wore a colourful dress that looked almost like millions of feathers sewn together. Even in the still image, xe could imagine how they would shimmer in the light.

Another human, a male, he wore a bright green suit, covered with silver, gossamer-like webbing which rose out of the shoulders, spreading behind him, resembling small wings.

Xe spotted a person Xe almost thought wasn't human at all until xe realised that their skin was painted from the neck down. Covering the paint was a simple dress that looked like a net. Where each thread crisscrossed with another, a brightly coloured jewel had been sewn.

One human being, who looked to be talking with a shopkeeper over some sort of food, was dressed in an elegant gown of a bright colourful fabric that looked like a sunset itself had been turned into the material that made the garment.

There was a tall adolescent human was dressed in a tight full-body outfit with an elaborate headdress which covered their entire face with a snake-like mask. You couldn't see the human and it gave Thronn an almost unsettling impression of a large bipedal reptile moving among the humans.

"You see," Jupiter said. "Forget uniforms, travellers and frontier colonies. Just give humans time to settle down, get some resources to spare and watch their imaginations fly."

Thronn had to admit it. Human fashion was not boring.

[dvbee]

Reverse Falls AU Ch. 1

This is an AU I've been writing based on the Gravity Falls Reverse Falls AU. The entire thing will be up on AO3 soon but i'm posting the first chapter here in the meantime. I hope you enjoy! :D

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Pacifica Southeast was a curious spirit. Her parents both knew this. So when she snuck downstairs one night to overhear them in a heated argument about money troubles, they thought it best to send her away for the remainder of the summer. They sent her up to the northwest to go stay with her cousin Gideon Pines. She had never heard of a place called “Gravity Falls” before and the postcard in her hand depicting pine trees and a bright sunny sky almost seemed hard to believe. She flipped the paper over in her hands and read the back of the note written by her great uncle Bud Pines 

“Can’t wait to have you up here! There’s lots of mystery in a town like this one!” - Bud

The cursive was a bit hard to read, but it eased Pacificas worry about the trip a little more. She clutched her purple duffle bag a bit closer to her on the bus as she looked at her surroundings. The bus seemed empty except for her seat, the orange text flashing on the front of the bus clearly read “Next stop: Gravity Falls” and it only made her more nervous for her arrival. Her eyes darted to the window where she saw fir trees, hemlocks, and large redwoods passed by her. 

Soon enough the bus came to a screeching halt as it had arrived at the saddest bus stop ever. None seemed to be waiting on the benches, and Pacifica was worried she had been forgotten about. She reluctantly took her bag and stepped off the bus after thanking the driver. She looked around before spotting someone jogging over to her. A young boy, probably a year younger than her with stark white hair and blue eyes. She recognized him from family photos to be her cousin Gideon and greeted him with a warm smile and waved him over. “Hey summer buddy!!” She cheerfully said to the boy. She didn’t know much about the boy, but her parents mentioned he was a bit timid. “..Hello Pacifica..” Gideon replied after finally reaching her. Now that he was closer, she got a better look at his appearance. He wore navy cargo shorts with a black hoodie. She could also see small freckles adorned his cheeks and nose. He looked up at her, considering she was a bit taller than him, and noticed his moonlight blue eyes. “Wow! You gotta grow a bit more. You look as short as you do in the family photos from when you were five!” Pacifica jokes with him. Gideon smiles at the comment before looking her up and down to come up with his own comeback “And you look like a rainbow thrown up on you!” he says. “Thank you!” Pacifica proudly says. It was true, her bright purple sweater had pink stars sewn into it, and her skirt was pink to fit the color scheme. A periwinkle purple headband holding back her sandy blonde hair as only her bangs crept through it. Even her earrings were a vibrant mix of pink and purple ombre. She was very much dressed in bright cheerful colors. Much like her personality. “I’m so excited to stay with you!” She says. Gideon nods politely as the two of them set off down the street. “Yeah….Just try not to bother my dad too much. He can get a bit snappy at times. But he means well! Just follow his rules and you’ll be alright” Gideon exclaims. Pacifica had heard rumors about the mystery shack from her parents. And even more interesting stories about Gideons relationship with his father. Her grunkle was running as a sort-of tourist trap area to get money. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting. But when she came upon a large wooden shack, the exterior of which was adorned with a large sign reading… “Mystery Hack?” Pacifica said, with a confused tone. She noticed the “S” in Shack had started falling off, and was laying on its side on the small roof. Gideon noticed too and only sighed before putting his head in his hands. “I’ll let dad know to fix it…that darn sign just can’t stay put….” He mumbles. “Let's get you inside. You’ll be staying in the attic with me! Dad’s busy giving tours so I’ll show you around the general vicinity in the meantime!” Gideon says happily. 

After a brief tour of the inside of the house, Gideon took Pacifica to where the REAL mysteries began, the part of his home which was turned into a tourist trap. The rooms were all filled with strange exhibits. Eyeball jars, and taxidermied animals which were strangely put together. Rabbit heads with deer antlers poorly glued onto them. Some of the exhibits were more believable than others, however the overall vibe of the shack was very intriguing. Pacifica could see why this was such a successful tourist trap. “Wow! This place is really cool!” Pacifica exclaims as she leans down to a jar of eyeballs in a gray-green liquid. She looks into the jar and feels like the eyeballs are almost looking back at her. “These look so real..” she says, entranced by the realism in the jar. She reaches a hand out to touch it before a deep voice says from behind her “That's because they ARE real!” a loud man says. It startles the blonde girl, who jumps a bit before taking some steps towards Gideon. The man laughs, his hat almost falling off as he readjusts the black cowboy hat on his head. “Sorry darlin’ didn’t mean to scare you! It was just a joke! I’m about 20 percent sure those eyeballs are fake!” the man says. Pacifica takes a look at the man before smiling. “Grunkle Bud!” She says, before running and giving him a hug. “Awww hello darlin’ it's great to have ya here with me and Gideon! I’m sure he’s given you the tour so far. Make yourself at home for the meantime!” He says with a smile. “However if you’re gonna be here this summer, ya gotta work like the rest of us!” Bud says. Pacifica looked a bit confused, she had only done volunteer work for her school up till now. So when she was handed some wooden signs, she was a bit puzzled. “I’ve gotta stay here and tidy up the shack. Keep things from gettin’ messy. Yer gonna go hang up these signs in the forest. Hopefully draw up some new customers this way.” Bud explains to her. Pacifica looks down, the signs had different shapes and styles to them. “So you want a twelve year old girl to go wander around the forest and put up these signs? Sounds safe to me!” Pacifica says before humming and walking away. 

Little did she know her adventure in the forest would turn the tides completely on her summer vacation. As she ventured, she took note of all the different trees and animals she passed by. The sunlight was dim here from the large canopies of redwoods in the forest blocking out most of the light; and half the time she felt like she was being watched by something but she paid no mind to it as she nailed up the signs. She had finished hanging most of them up when she came upon a curious set of trees in the forest. Something about them was different than the redwoods she had observed before. Almost looked fake in a way. As she touched it, she felt the tree bark was cold. She raised an eyebrow before knocking on the tree only to get an echo of metal as a response. Curious, she traced her hand along until she felt a groove and pulled, revealing some strange switches and knobs. “What is this…?” she says to herself before curiously flipping some of the switches. She heard the sound of something opening and when she looked over her shoulder, a part of the ground had opened up. She walked over, to the now opened hole in the ground and found something interesting laying there. A book, with a golden hand with six fingers on the cover. With a simple number written on the palm. “Three? Some sort of journal about the number three?” Pacifica said before picking it up and dusting it off. Its red leather casing looked old, and it was covered with cobwebs and dirt that had accumulated over the years. As she opened the book she was shocked to see that most of the pages had been filled with sketches and drawings about strange creatures and anomalies. She sat down on a nearby tree stump and began flipping through the pages, just skimming the book's contents as she came across something underlined and written in big words. “Trust no one… Man, this writer must've been super paranoid about something…” the blonde girl said. 

“What writer?” A young voice said from behind her. Pacifica jumped, her eyes widened before she looked behind her and Gideon was standing there, a pure smile on his face. “Oh! Just…” she looked down at the book and back at Gideon. Is it a good idea to tell him? Gideon doesn’t seem dangerous and he's the only friend I’ve got for the summer right now. Pacifica debated with herself mentally before smiling. “It's just a journal I found. It talks a lot about strange paranormal stuff that happens in Gravity Falls. Did you know about any of this Gideon?” She asks him. The boy saunters over before peering down at the book. “I don’t think I’ve seen anything in this book before…gnomes…zombies…I haven’t seen one” the boy shrugs. “Some wacko could’ve written it to scare kids and left it here or something” Gideon tries to reason. Pacifica hums in understanding but something told her the contents of this book were too organized and detailed to just be made-up. 

Regardless if they were myths or not, she put the book away in her jacket for the meantime. “I’ll look into it later. Maybe someone’s looking for it. Who knows!” She looks at Gideon. The two just shrug at each other before walking back to the shack. It was getting dark out and the two would have to figure out the contents of the book another day. 

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“You’re telling me you’ve searched high and low and STILL haven’t been able to locate that damn journal!?!” the voice of a young boy said, seemingly screaming at someone. 

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Gffmt Gbnjmjbs epfto'u ju ?

[lee-writes-things]

☆ the hawthorne brothers+ avery, max, libby, rebecca, and thea during the eras tour ☆

a/n: co-written by @nutellani and i. this was originally just going to be stored in my notes app because i had a big brain thought but then i decided that tumblr doesn't have enough tig content and i needed to help change that. i got stumped on a few things, so i of course asked my lovely mutual nova for some assistance <3 (tysm!!)

aaaanway, enough about that, here you go:

they obvi went to the concert in texas. they probably got tickets for both arlington and houston bc rich people yk

nash wore a sparkly cowboy hat and so did libby

(idc what you say, in my head, he likes glitter and i will stand on that hill)

in fact they all wore sparkly cowboy hats (xander forced grayson), but nash and libby's were matching

grayson ofc is wearing all black, very rep era but he's secretly a lover girl at heart. he also likes midnights because let's face it- who doesn't??

but everyone convinced him to get his jacket embroidered with "ts" and a few snakes along the sleeves and back to pull together the whole rep look

i don't think i finished talking about nash and libby?? anyway, matching sequin cowboy hats, nash wore a flannel with patches from different albums

him and libby spent a whole night designing it

libby wore a tee shirt from the midnights album

and the night before, nash and libby painted her favorite lyrics on some black cargo pants and some cute lil doodles

nash totally wrote N+L on one of the pockets inside a big red heart because i said so

very cute couple moment

thea is in her rep era because she's a badass so she wore all black with some maroon to make her outfit pop, she got her nails done and everything

girl was drop dead gorgeous

rebecca went with a more simplistic look, lavender flowly dress just under the knee, with a cardigan. yes, the cardigan. rebecca gives off very mellow and soft vibes so i think that's why she went with an evermore themed outfit

now, onto avery. i think her favorite albums is midnights and rep because of the vibe of the songs and overall it is just SO HER and i feel like she wore a shirt with the midnights album cover on it. she also wrote her favorite lyrics from the album on the front of the shirt with a fabric pen or something of the sort. i can also see her wearing a rep outfit too tho!! she is rich so since she could go to two concerts and wear both outfits ig lol

jameson is a total swiftie!! xander is too but we'll get to that next this boy would really like 1989 and a good handful of songs from lover because they remind him of avery

he would wear something 1989 themed but also something sorta flashy, i think

now moving onto max

she for sure loves the love triangle in folklore/evermore but also enjoys midnights

she radiates night owl energy because she'll stay up until 4am to finish a really good plot twisty dark romance novel and the whole track (midnights 3am edition) reminds her of her favorite ships. she makes edits and you can't convince me otherwise. although max does love evermore, she would totally love speak now era taylor and therefore would wear that really pretty purple sparky dress on the album cover!!

xander totally bought it for her

and with max looking like a literal princess, he would be mad blushing

and when he snaps out of his daze, he would tell her how pretty she is because let's face it- max is beautiful

now, as mentioned before, xander is a hardcore swiftie and i will always think this

he is a lover lover, so definitely went with a hat of the colors on the album

totally bitch-slapped toxic masculinity in the face by wearing pretty pastels

and definitely had the jacket from the yntcd MV!!

their favorite eras (and moments i suppose) on tour:

nash: debut, fearless

we love his nomad cowboy vibes

he also definitely vibes along with whatever libby likes too because he's down bad-

anyway

grayson: red

definitely shed a few tears during all too well ten minute version even though he tried to hide it

cus it reminded him of emily

i hate her with a passion

this isn't about her though

he loved the song and performance for 22 since he's in his 20's and his family is always telling him to loosen up

attending this concert definitely helped him

jameson: 1989

screaming along to style for sure!! me and nova were talking a bit about how he fits the description-

Exhibit A, "you got that James Dean daydream look in your eyes" is so him!!

Exhibit B, because i said so

me and nova totally weren't fangirling over this, i have no idea what you're talking about-

xander: lover

xander fs would start dancing with max and singing softly when taylor sang lover

and nash caught it all on camera

such a cute candid moment

i love xander+max with everything in me

libby: midnights

more specifically, WCS because she could relate to "give me back my girlhood, it was mine first"

fuck drake

i know that she wasn't a teen when they were in a relationship but she was still young, and he was toxic asf

aaaanyway, she would also love when tay performed vigilante shit

tay slayed so hard (i had to tell myself to turn down the gay because my mom and sister were at the concert with me lmao)

everyone felt things when taylor did that performance, to say the least

ik thea and practically everyone else would be in awe~

thea: reputation

would scream along to don't blame me

and she would sound amazing because there's nothing she can't do bffr

and rebecca would be like "damn how'd i get so lucky"

thea would also love karma from midnights because i feel like she's the type of person to not give af about other people and their opinions cus she knows that bad things are coming their way

"me and karma vibe like that" is so her

but she could also shit talk and stand her ground (and also fight)

i also think that that one part of don't blame me, "don't blame me, love made me crazy if it doesn't, you ain't doing it right" and "my drug is my baby" she would sing while making eye contact with rebecca

rebecca: evermore (and folklore obvi)

she would sing and sway softly and thea would take such a beautiful candid photo of her while she sings aksjaja

and when cardigan plays, she would grab thea's hand and dance with her, foreheads touching

this time, xander would take a photo of them like that and it becomes thea's homescreen

thea would also love champagne problems omfg-

rep gf x evermore gf is such a cute dynamic and they slayed so hard

and nowww avery: rep and also midnights!!

would love getaway car with a PASSION

it's just so her <33

"you were driving the getaway car" is very averyjameson even tho the rest of the lyrics aren't lol

she would love mastermind and especially the lyrics "you knew that im a mastermind and now you're mine"

and Paris!!

both songs are so averyjameson coded

"im so in love i might stop breathing drew a map on your bedroom ceiling" and "no i didn't see the news cause we were somewhere else" ajdjjahd

it's THEIR song and i will defend that till the day i die

bonus: i almost forgot to include oren and alisa, im so sorry, im very sleepy!! anyway, oren refuses to wear anything other than his usual attire meanwhile this concert is one ofbthe very few instances where you see alisa in casual clothes. not many people know (other than the hawthornes of course) that she's a swiftie because she always acts so professional. she wears that one red letters shirt that says "who's taylor swift, anyway? ew." and everyone does a double take cus she also has her hair down and doesn't look formal lmao. during some songs avery looks over her shoulder and swears she could see oren have the slightest smile and head-bumping along to the music.

to wrap it all up, they would ALL HAVE THE NUMBER 13 PAINTED ON THEIR HANDS IN DIFFERENT COLORS AND FONTS!!

and also a little extra because me and nova were having big brain moments and i HAVE to include it, it would be a crime if i didn't

They would all scream to paper rings but guess what else?? a PROPOSAL!!

my nashlibby brainrot needed to be included even more:

"i love shiny things but id marry you with paper rings" is so them because even tho they're rich, they value the little things <3

libby is so into the performance, it takes her a minute to realize that the stage screen is on her

she's confused because why would the cameras be on her??

and then taylor would point just behind her to where nash was on one knee

the ring wasn't shiny, it was literally a paper ring

nash didn't have a full on speech planned out

but of course libby would say yes

they kiss, it's on the big screen and everyone (taylor, backup dancers, everyone) cheers

it was caught on camera by practically everyone which leads to their engagement going viral all over tik tok and other media platforms!!

after the concert, back at Hawthorne House, they made a resin/epoxy(i think that's what it's called) mold to preserve the ring, and keep it from getting damaged

and the end because not only can i not think of anything else, but it's 4am while i save this to my drafts-

p.s. huge thank you again to @nutellani, you helped me with this so much when i was having a brain block. you have wonderful input, and i owe you big time!!

(majority of how we got more ideas was thru incoherent fangirling over taylor and tig haha)

[artist-kreating-stuff]

A while ago, I was listening to the song “Hungry For Another One” by JT Music nonstop because it is SO catchy.

Around this time, Ninjago Season 13: Master of the Mountain came out. I don’t why, but I wrote a parody of the song from Cole’s perspective during the events of the season.

I call it “Ready For Another One”!

Orange - Cole

Black - Shintaro

Green - Skull Sorcerer

Purple - Geckles and Munce

Red - Ninja

You don't look like you belong here

Did you pinch yourself to see

If you'd wake up from a nightmare

Or could YOU STILL BE ASLEEP?

I tell myself it's all a dream

That Shintaro is just the Ivory City

You took a fall into the mines

Where greed is always peeking

All we got for cargo

Are the metals for leeching

Lots of mino carts

And boney guards for tyranny

Better grab a torch

Because the shadows are reaching

I'm stuck in the dungeon

With some oddly company

Watching me mournfully

Grappling, arguing

I tell them to follow me

Which they do, willingly

But all I do is get the higher ups ANGRY

They seem content to just chain me and pain me

Lock me up tight with vengestone for a playmate

Can I make friends with my odd-looking neighbors?

Doesn't seem like it; they're already arguing!

All I had wanted was to go right to sleep

But adventure came into my room with a peep

I came for the party, but there's no balloons

Just two different folks and a skull bearing loon

If I get lucky my family will come for me

Time to depart from this prison of ivory

Instead of a Lowly make me an Upply

Give me some grub that I really need to eat

'Cause all we have here is slop that's disgusting

But that's not the only pain that I'm harboring

What is this sensation that I am feeling?

This deep underground; is it my growing insanity?

This adventure ain't over

I watch the clock for the morning sun

I know when it's over

I'll just be ready for another one

Ready for another one

Ninja never say done

Ready for another one

Wonder why my power's gone

Ready for another one

A land where greed has overrun

Are ya ready for another one?

My friend, dear bright green skull

Oh how your power awes me

Let's put it to the test

Send my foes into slavery

Your kingliness and greediness

Will lead to your demise

Geckles and the Munce; only frightened ducks

Under your glowing eyes

How can it be?

Who called for me?

Better question: why here?

If I follow my

Mother's legacy

Maybe the sun will rise

But until the sun is up

We better greet the guests

By showing them our city;

All the metal is fresh

They don't need to know the process

'Cause they might protest

Well, at least I'm not alone

I hope the locals know best

Hey

Follow us and you might make it Scott free

Even though not many of us are free

Be a leader and tell us it's alright

Just remember to stay out of sight

Bone against stone, centuries old

The last time, our hero wore a hood

Two blades of might, her bringers of light

Better get 'em back, or it's the end of the line

This adventure ain't over

I watch the clock for the morning sun

I know when it's over

I'll just be ready for another one

Ready for another one

Ninja never say done

Ready for another one

Wonder why my power's gone

Ready for another one

A land where greed has overrun

Are ya ready for another one?

I've never been easily spooked by the creatures in the dark

But what started as a friendly visit went up with a spark

As I try to get by with the Lowly, my family continues to grow

Though as I go even deeper, a feeling fills me from my toes

It fills every part of my soul from within

I feel so strong, like we might really win

My family surrounds me, unwavering as stone

Now let's face the dragon of bone

This adventure ain't over

I watch the clock for the morning sun

I know when it's over

I'll just be ready for another one

Ready for another one

Ninja never say done

Ready for another one

Wonder why my power's gone

Ready for another one

A land where greed has overrun

Are ya ready for another one?

You don’t look like you belong here

Did you pinch yourself to see

If you’d wake up from a nightmare

Or could YOU STILL BE ASLEEP?

[theglamorousferal]

The screen lights up showing a group of 10 young adults at a table composed of two card tables of slightly differing heights. There was a large screen along one wall and everyone had a file in front of them. The rest of the room was all metal paneling, broadcasting equipment lines one wall and a refrigerator stood alone on the other. Aside from the makeshift boardroom table, you’d assume this was a professional meeting setup. The camera didn’t shake or go out of focus.

A goth woman stood in front of the screen, button to change slides in hand. She had a look that evoked a concrete structure, covered in graffiti and mostly reclaimed by nature. She wore a punk jacket, had bright purple undercut hair with a living plant in the clasp holding the small ponytail, a torn Dumpty Humpty band tee, and skinny jeans covered in patches, random embroidery of rose vines and tears to reveal fishnet stockings underneath and a pair of steel capped Doc Martens on her feet. She scowled at a tall redhead that had a mouse in his hand and a laptop in front of him. He had a red polo shirt, khaki cargo shorts and sneakers on.

“Do we really need to record everything?” she asked.

“Hey, I want to document a group of magically inclined and contaminated people relocating, and the planning phase is a part of that.” Explained the redhead.

The other redhead spoke up, this one shorter and with glasses, he also wore a polo shirt, though his was light green, and had khaki slacks and a pair of loafers. “Plus, it makes it easier to take the minutes of the meeting, this is technically Team Phantom business now.” He pressed his glasses back up his nose and sniffed, fingers at the ready over his own keyboard.

The goth rolled her eyes. “Fine, moving on. Our options slightly changed, the Crime Alley apartments are no longer available. Apparently a gang was squatting there and it got bombed by Red Hood last night.” 

She clicks the button and an image of a twitter post from the Red Hood saying “Fuck you Sionis <3”. It contained a selfie of the Red Hood flashing a peace sign with the apartments engulfed in flame behind him.

“On the bright side, we still have the other two options. The first being the hotel.” She clicked the button and a glamor shot of the front of the building appeared on the screen. It had an art deco style to it and a large lit up sign in the front. It was all light stone facade with gold trim. The next slide showed the lobby. It had a large reception area with elevators to one side and a restaurant at the other. The floor was black and white checkered marble with gold detailing between the tiles. Another slide showed a few shots of large meeting rooms, four in total. The next slide showed different shots of the rooms everyone would get. Two adjoining rooms, one for a bedroom and the other for office and living space. Another slide showed the pool with a hot tub and sauna at one end.

“With this we’d have a communal kitchen, but each would have two private rooms and private bathrooms.” The next slide had a list of pros and cons. “Pros would be the customizability of the rooms, we’d be able to change whatever we want to a point, and we’d each get suites. Here, we’d have the pool, and we could set up gym equipment in one of the meeting rooms on the second floor. It comes with the furniture that’s currently there, I’ve already looked into a program the Martha Wayne Foundation has for the extra furniture we won’t need.

“Cons would be primarily location. While it is in Gotham proper and only about a 20 minute walk to campus, it is nearby where rogues like to wreak havoc. It’s down by the docks, so we’d have to up security pretty high, maybe even have patrol shifts. We’d also have to deal with the gun fights that will break out literally a block over.” A large blonde boy in light wash jeans, a white t-shirt and a letterman jacket with his chair tilted back, scoffed and the goth narrowed her eyes at him. “These are real guns idiot, like with metal bullets that can actually kill you, or at the very least injure you an excessive amount. I don’t care how invulnerable we feel after all the shit we’ve been through, metal bullets can still hit us and kill us.” Her eyes started to glow and her hair stood on end and the plant in her hair started to vine around the sides of her head forming a crown.

The blonde tilted his chair so it was settled on the ground again and held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind. I just think I’ve gotten good enough at dodging that I don’t have to worry. But continue.” He waved his hand at her. 

She narrowed her eyes further, though the mystical effects around her calmed back down. “I’m going to let Skulker use you for target practice during the next training session and he’s not allowed ecto-weapons. They won’t be lethal, but they’ll hurt like a bitch. Anyway,” she clicked the next slide and a picture of Oswald Cobblepot, aka the Penguin, appeared on the screen, “the last con is that we’d be purchasing from a former gang leader, and while I’ll admit he’s been trying lately, he does have blood on his hands.” Several people shifted at that. The black girl’s hand twitched as if she wished for a weapon. She wore a loose set of gym clothes, red sweatpants, black tanktop and an orange hoodie. A lanky boy in a nasa t-shirt and loose light wash jeans with black hair clenched his fist and his eyes went from a shocking blue to electric green. 

A blonde girl in a yellow sundress piped up. “According to what Wes found, he hasn’t been found guilty of causing anybody’s death yet, and hasn’t been arrested or done anything really in the last year.”

“Thank you Star. This brings us to our last option, Drake Manor.” She clicked to the next slide and beyond a large cast iron fence stood a large gothic manor. There was a sign above the gate that said Drake Manor, though it looked newer than the fixtures around it. More pictures showing the grounds, as well as a heated pool that was half in a glass greenhouse appeared on the screen. Inside there was a water slide alongside a miniature waterfall and a hot tub to one side. There was plenty of extra space that appeared to have been unused for quite some time in the greenhouse. The entrance of the manor was all hardwood floors and fabric walls dating back to before Gotham became a proper city. Miscellaneous rooms came across the screen on the next few slides, showing a gym, a kitchen, a dining room and a home theater. There was a server room next to the main office, and a wine cellar. “There are two wings, they are designated the Family wing and the Guest wing, there’s eight suites in each, all containing a bathroom, a bedroom and an office space or sitting room area. There are also several desks in the library and an empty room right next to it we can turn into a study space.” She clicked through the images showing all of these. 

“Now,” she clicked to the pros and cons list for this option, “the major pro is that we wouldn’t have to beef up security. This place is pretty much a fortress, I guess being the youngest CEO in modern business will lead to you having state of the art security. The place is private, and away from rogues and vigilantes alike. It’s definitely the safest option for us, and we know the person selling it is legit and not gonna come back later trying to squeeze more money out of us. The major cons are that it’s pretty far from campus and public transport, we’d have to carpool, and that Tim will still come by from time to time while he’s working on relocating the artifacts from his parent’s archaeological digs. He’s bound to notice something’s up with us. I don’t think he’d say anything from what I remember of him from past galas, but I can’t be too certain because I haven’t really talked to him since like, middle school.” She clicked to the next slide, this showing the pros and cons lists for each location.

“I still can’t believe none of us realized you were richer than god.” A black-haired latina girl clucked. She wore a light pink crop top with a white lace and mesh shrug over it and a wrap mini skirt in lavender and greek styled gold strappy sandals up her calves. She had a large silver and turquoise ring on her hand and bright Barbie pink nails. 

“Yeah, not gonna lie you hid that better than Fenton ever did his secret identity.” The tall redhead from earlier laughed.

“Hey, I resent that. I thought the whole being dead thing was a pretty good cover.” The lanky boy with the black hair grumbled. 

A tall and muscular asian boy clapped him on the shoulder, he also wore a letterman jacket though he had a black t-shirt on underneath. “Hey, you got me until I saw you transform in front of me Danny! Don’t worry too much!” 

Danny smiled a soft smile at the boy. “Thanks Kwan.”

The goth cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention again. “Okay, so now we’re gonna do a vote. All for the hotel?” The latina, the blonde girl, and the asian boy all raised their hands. “Okay, and all for the manor.” Everyone else’s hands shot up, bringing it to a score of three to seven. “Looks like we’re going with the manor then.” She handed a paper bag to the african american boy who then proceeded to take deep breaths. He was in a long sleeve gold henley shirt, a pair of street-style pants with green accents and a red beanie. He also wore Doc Martens and a pair of glasses. 

“I’ll let Tim know that we’re going to go through with purchasing the manor. We should be able to get everything finalized and be ready to move in a month before classes start. Tucker set up a sheet for requests for custom things you may want or need for your rooms.” The boy breathing into the bag looked up and gave a thumbs up at mention of his name. “As for splitting up where people go, I was thinking that Danny, myself, Tucker and Valerie would stay in the Family wing, Jazz will inevitably move in so she can work at Arkham, and I doubt the rest of you want to deal with ghosts probably visiting at all hours of the day. The rest of you will be in the Guest wing. Any issues with that?” She raised an eyebrow at the group, no one spoke. “Cool. There’s a map of the building in those folders, figure out amongst yourselves who gets which room and fill out all the paperwork in the folders and the drive. We’ll meet up again in a week and figure out house rules.” Everyone turned to the folders in front of them. “I think we’re good now Wes, you can shut it off.”

“Sounds good, video log one down!” Said the tall redhead. Then the screen cuts to black.

Amity Parkers moving to Gotham for college. Sam and Paulina pooling their trust funds together to buy an abandoned hotel and fitting it as apartments for everybody. They all train together in the courtyard to keep their skills up and just because it's fun. Suddenly an influx of super competent self-trained (or maybe ghost-trained) young adults.

Everybody having their little niches and suddenly they all have more free time that's not being taken up by ghost attacks so many of them started different YouTube channels with info they found out from the ghostly residents of Amity. Star and Paulina running a history of beauty channel going over makeup, hair styles and fashion, special guest Sam when going over alt fashions. Dash and Kwan running one on the history of sports. Wes and Mikey running a conspiracy theory podcast. Valerie running a martial arts channel. Danny just info-dumping about space and spacecraft in videos that range from 45 minutes to four hours. Tucker running a how-to channel for fixing tech and coding. Sam running a combination true crime and witchy channel. The Trio running a Let's Play channel.

Ghostly things happening in all of the videos and everybody guesting on everybody else's channels leads to everybody thinking it's all an elaborate ARG. Danny just floating through the walls half-asleep with a glowing shaker bottle in the background. Some of them when they're in the middle of a rant seem to forget to take a breath or their eyes or freckles start glowing. On a livestream Paulina snaps at somebody off screen and her eyes are suddenly glowing green. Danielle pops in during a charity livestream that the Trio are running and calls Danny-Daddy, Sam-Mom, and Tucker-Dad and is just floating on the back of the couch. Danny doing a stream to watch a rocket take off and suddenly a robe and crown flash and he disappears in a flash of green and the stream is just dead space until the rocket's about to take off and Danny comes running in and jumps over the back of his chair to watch it and cheer.

[unboundwanderers]

//HISTORY'S FINEST\\ @lunaetis //Scarf & Dehya\\

               IT'S 1962. Madison SQUARE GARDEN is filled to the brim with over FIFTEEN THOUSAND PEOPLE, for a BIRTHDAY party is being celebrated- but not just ANY birthday party. It's the hottest day in May, reaching a record temperature of over ninety-nine degrees, but nothing's hotter than the guests, the festivities, and the proceedings about to unfold on EARTH. It was one of the most EXPENSIVE Parties in history- and it'd live in infamy. It was in essence, a celebration- as well as a fundraiser for the DEMOCRATIC PARTY. With members paying at least one-thousand dollars for a seat. The details on the technical efforts of the party escape the tour guide, this go around- as the guests about to arrive are here for the thrills alone, and not for any reason that would provide any political benefit.

               THOSE GUESTS IN REFERENCE, appear via a BLUE BOX that materializes within the halls of MADISON SQUARE GARDEN. The Box is labeled police, and is relatively short- with instructions labeled on that read 'PULL TO OPEN'. However, the door is pulled inward when it opens- and a patch of silver hair and a pair of bright blue eyes poke out of the box. "Right on time! We've got about thirty minutes before the entertainment starts!" THE DOCTOR exited, waving a leatherbound wallet in his hand, "If we're lucky, I might even be able to bluff a way into a front-row seat for us." He dusts himself off with a burgundy fur-felt fedora with a narrow brim, before placing it over his hair.

               THE DOCTOR was wearing a plum-colored overcoat that went down to the knees, as well as a pair of dark purple cargo pants, dark brown sneakers, and a dress shirt with a burgundy waistcoat and a dark violet neck cravat. His trademark scarf was a sight to behold, as well. It appeared to be a variation of the version he normally wore, knitted in terracotta, burgundy, and plum chenille with double striped borders at each join. It went all the way down to his knees- appeared thicker and was overall more vibrant in its design. The Doctor turned back into the Tardis and shouted- not in an annoyed manner, but just so the person traveling WITH HIM could hear him properly.

               "Come, come now- if we dawdle around here any longer they might think we're a part of the entertainment!"

[sweetaesuga]

in your eyes | m

pairing: jungkook x female reader!

genre: smut, fluff, angst, college au, fratboy jk! ex-fuckboy jk! bookworm reader! friends to lovers!

warnings: language, insecurity, drinking, dom jungkook! fingering in public, exhibitionism, female masturbation, grinding, oral (m), dirty talk, light choking, degrading (slut/whore), squirting, creampie, unprotected sex (both are clean but stay safe), bathroom sex, riding, pinning.

word count: 10.6k+

synopsis: jungkook always sees you like the only girl in the world, and you just see him as a fuckboy. OR jungkook just wants a chance🥺

↳ a/n: first time i ever write a fic or smut please enjoy🤧 

You were only sixteen when you met him. He stepped into the classroom in all dark baggy clothes in an uneasy walk. At first glance you would of thought he was a timid person. Wrong, under all of that bullshit you see an egoistic and self-assured asshole that you're somehow happy to call your friend. You even learned that it was facade. Jungkook was a boy with a good heart who always remained loyal to all of his friends.

Jungkook just turned seventeen when he met you, noticing you straight away when you had a nice sense of fashion. You always had on an accessory that matched with the color of your shirt or jeans. You also always wore a bit of bright colors in your outfits. The bright unique makeup is what caught his attention too. He was proud to call you his friend.

When you both happily entered the same college along with your best friend Hayoon, everything changed. He began hanging out with a new group of friends, they were all older than them and deeply influenced him. He joined a fraternity then and began spending less time with you. He only came over to study or celebrate your birthday. His busyness merely reminded you how he preferred to spend his time hooking up with random girls every week rather than play board games with you or rant to him about your new book you were reading.

You don't exactly remember when he started but you do remember all the girls that talked about how amazing he was in bed which solely added more uncertainty on you. You even walked in on him and a freshman girl going at it in one of the sorority’s room at a party you were both attending.

The memory of when he started crushing on you was foggy to you but he always remembered it in a flash. It was when he had a taekwondo match, where circumstantially Jungkook's girlfriend, who wasn't really his girlfriend, at the time couldn't make it. His hopes were put down by the thought of someone not supporting him, since he always tried his best with his own cheerleader being there.

In the middle of the match, his eyes scanned the bleachers, wishing for someone to be there. His wishes were granted as he saw you there. Standing awkwardly, you gave him a little wave with a smile. His chest heaved in glee, sending you a quick smile before he returned to his match.

The sound of you screaming his name when he won, put a enormous smile on his face. Jungkook watched you run down the bleachers, apologizing to all the people you were bumping through. You leaped into his arms easily.

Your next words to him were a blur since Jungkook was too focused on just having you in his arms. He was grinning happily at you, hair sticking to his forehead. His heart heaved with warmth as you hugged him tightly.

He was twenty-one and you were twenty when he realized he had a crush on you.

You were seventeen when you realized you liked him.

But you were nineteen when you realized you would never be good enough for him.

"He then had the audacity to ask me if I slept with anyone else! The nerve of that guy," you felt like your ear was going to bleed out just by listening to your best friend blabber about her ex-boyfriend.

"Why don't you just stop talking to him? I don't know...block his number or something?" you suggested, very uninterested in this conversation about her ex-boyfriend contacting her. She could simply just block him out her life and be done with him. 

You stared at the worn out rubber of the tip of your black converse. She popped the gum in her mouth, the sound became annoying to you. Hayoon squinted her eyes at you, trying to find something to say to argue back to you. She instead changed the subject. "Where were you on Saturday?"

"Studying like the rest of the students here," you moved to rest your weight onto your right leg. "I just can't seem to understand how finals are coming up and some people are out here partying? The library was packed when I got there."

"Yeah well I wouldn't know because I didn't go," she grinned at you. "Instead I went to a party because I'm not a loser like you!" Hayoon giggled to herself and you rolled your eyes. "Also," she popped the gum loudly. "Jungkook was asking for you. Calling for his dream girl. . .or something like that—I don't know can't remember—too drunk you know?"

Your ears perked up to that. "Really?" you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear that got in the way and leaned forward. "Did you remember why he was looking for me?"

Hayoon grinned again. "Even if I do know why would you care? Don't you hate him or something?" she smiled evilly and threw her head back.

You froze and leaned back to your seat. You know what she was trying to do and it was never going to happen.

You were never going to give Jeon Jungkook a chance.

Jungkook stumbled into the library, eyes searching for you immediately. There was nearly a crowd of students that were preparing for finals. "Hey have you guys seen Y/N?" he asked a study group. A girl in your class answered him, telling him that you were somewhere by the windows.

Of course you were, he thought to himself. You would be seated at your usual spot. He walked over to the windows and spotted you straight away. Watching your figure become closer as he walked further, he took the sandwich out of his bag. "Hey Y/N!" you already knew that voice. You looked up at Jungkook. As usual he looked drop-dead gorgeous. He wore his usual dark baggy outfit, a black cargo jogger and a much darker hoodie with some black combat boots. He was showing off his helix piercing and his fresh new haircut.

"Nice haircut," you referred to his undercut and the fact that he was showing forehead. "Seems like you spent a lot of time on it."

"Yeah! Just for you," he smiled, his cheeks being pushed up. You let out a heavy sigh, clearly not in the mood for his flirtatiousness. "Got you a sandwich, by the way," he laid it in front of you.

You let out a small smile and took it from him, trying not to show how your mouth got watery so quickly. "Thanks, you didn't have to though," he shook his head.

"I don't want you starving to death," he sat down next to you, shoulder pressing against yours. "What are you studying for?" his nose nuzzled your ear. You rolled your eyes and shoved him away, ignoring the goosebumps his warm breath caused.

"Just getting my notes ready. Wanna highlight or color code it but feel like it's going to fuck up everything. Also don't wanna be those fucking girls that always have to make their fucking notes pretty. Also, do I look tired?" he studied your face for any features that made you seem exhausted. "I was up till two in morning watching these two Indian guys build a pool."

His eyes lit up. "Oh my god, I come across from those too."

"I know they came up all over my fucking Youtube recommendations. I got sucked into binge watching them. It makes me feel fucking lazy to be honest, the amount of fucking water they carry back and forth. I wouldn’t be able to do that.”

Jungkook snickered and made a note of how much you swore. "I need to make a swear jar for you. You swear too much."

"Not even," you laughed back at him and nudged his shoulder. "I'm just a little frustrated and stressed right now," his gaze dropped on the purple pins in your hair, holding each side of your hair. "I called my mom and she said to not stress over this, but you know how I get," you frowned and turned to him. He finally took in your appearance. Your bright purple eyeshadow with purple gems adorning the top of it. You wore a purple flare pants and a white long sleeved, deep v-line crop top. His eyes dropped down to your cleavage, trying to see if you had a bra on.

"Holy shit Y/N!" the students around him shushed him. He burned up and muttered a sorry to them, you giggled at how embarrassed he looked. "You look amazing. What's the special occasion?"

"Nothing," you shook your head, a smile still on your face. "Can't I dress up once in awhile?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, knowing that you normally only wear outfits like this when they’re new or it’s the first week of school. "Okay," you dragged your word out. "I got this outfit last week and really wanted to use it today. It's cute right?"

"Yeah, really cute," he toyed with your hair pins, messing up your hair.

Neglecting his comment, you carried on. "I even got up in early in the morning to do my makeup. If I'm gonna show up wearing a new outfit, I might as well have a cute ass face to go with it," you frowned when you remembered something. "And I realized I don't have different color hair pins, they're all purple so thank fuck the fucking pants are purple."

"Well I think you look very cute, Y/N. Boop!" he poked your nose gently. You swatted his hand away, warning him to stop but all you're given is a large bunny smile. "Come on, eat your sandwich. I didn't just come all the way over here searching for you just to talk to you."

"Actually you did bitch."

"Oof, swear jar," he rested his palm out in front you. You took a bite out of the sandwich, placing a quarter on his palm. "No a dollar, Y/N."

"No! What the fuck—wait!" he held out his palm again. "That's not fucki—hold up, you can't just say a dollar," you whined and grabbed your bag. "I don't have money growing out of my ass."

"I don't know that yet. I'm gonna have to check to make sure," you threw a dollar at him. He laughed and picked it up.

"I know your kind," you spatted at him and tossed the other two dollars at him which he easily caught. "Wanna drain my f-freaking bank account."

"Oh come on, I want you to be my sugar mama," he jested, leaning forward to give you a huge smug.

"Sucks to be you actually. I'm looking to be a sugar baby, not a sugar mama," you glanced over your shoulder towards him. His laugh echoed and you watched as students gave him a dirty look from how loud it was.

"Of course. You're the brokest bitch in the city no one actually wants you to be their sugar mama," you gasped at his words.

"Am not!"

"Are so!" you both laughed at each other. His hand searched for yours underneath the table. He must've noticed how tensed up you had gotten when he found it, managing to wrap your smaller fingers into his. "I've been meaning to talk to you by the way."

You groaned, knowing where this will be going. "Jungkook, stop I'm not in the mood," you caught a quick glimpse of the time. "Look, I have to go, my bus will be coming soon." You don't let him mention anything else. Bolting out of the library, you leave a crestfallen Jungkook behind.

He shook his head and took the half eaten sandwich you also left behind. He trailed behind you, backpack threatening to fall down his arm. You proceeded to walk to the bus stop, Jungkook just close behind. "Didn't see you at the party on Saturday?" the voice came from behind you. You opt to ignore it but by the sound of his voice it was easy to tell that he has been dying to ask this question. When you didn't answer him, he tried again. "Seriously where were you on Saturday?"

You sunk down on the bench. "None of your business."

"Well, I was kind of worried about you. I thought you were going to be there so that's why I came," he took a seat right besides you. "Once I saw you weren't there, I left."

"I was at the library studying for finals," you weren't sure why you were telling him this.  After his little confession your heart felt weird. If you hadn't told him though, he probably would've guessed it. Still, he needed confirmation.

"What? Why didn't you tell me? We could’ve studied together!" he complained, nudging his shoulder with yours.

"Jungkook stop, I know what you're doing," you glared at him, wanting to get away. He frowned and reached over to hold you. "I already told you no," you hissed, disregarding the way his eyes appeared sunken at your response.

"Why not? I already told you, I'm not messing around anymore. I genuinely want to settle down with someone," he stared into your eyes with such intensity you felt like your brain was going to explode. Your ears took in his words slowly. "I want to be with you."

"Jungkook, please—"

"Come on, one date. I swear to god I've changed," he ranted. He's always been very keen on having a chance with you, but with all those girls that he used to take home you felt otherwise. You would listen to the girls on how good Jungkook was. How good he looked at night in the dark moonlight. How he would manhandle them in random places. How his muscles would appear every time he flexed them. How those hips of his were a miracle. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't ever want to see him that way too.

"I'm flattered, I really am—I just really don't want to be with someone like you. I'm sorry," you apologized, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

He blinked then squinted his eyes at you. "What do you mean someone like me?" He sounded somewhat offended at your words.

"You used to fuck around!" you fumed and threw your hands up. The bus was coming down the road towards the two of you. "I don't like that."

"Why not?" He's way too stubborn to let you go, you forgot.

"Because...I just don't okay? Lets leave it there," you stood up and walked over to the bus once it opened its doors. He followed close behind. Before you can enter your dollar into the machine, he does it for you.

The bus driver smiled at him while you glared at him. You walked to the back of the bus, smiling to all the other passengers but secretly upset. Jungkook still followed you like a lost puppy. You slid down in the seat. Your left arm feeling the side of the bus once you properly sat down. "Here, I'll pay you back," you hold out the dollar bill but he sat still in his seat.

"Well shit, sugar mama not right now," You sighed and put it back in your bag. You heard him snort.

"Come on, tell me why you won't give me a chance and I'll leave you alone," he offered. He held your eyes for a moment before you let out a breath of air and looked away.

If he’ll leave you alone, then you must have to say why you won’t grant him a chance with you, a chance for him to become your boyfriend.

"I'm too insecure for you," he opened his mouth but you shushed him. "I'm not...how do I put this? I'm not like them?" you questioned and glanced over at him. He had a look of worry washed all over his face. "The girls that you were with are those who are all popular, party all day, and are very attractive. They all do casual sex, and I don't want be that type of person, I want something serious. Like you have dated Soojin! She's really pretty, makes me gay even," you chuckled at yourself. "That's not the point though. If I'm with you, all I could ever think about is the girls you were with and how different I am from them. I just can't be with someone when all I'll ever think about are my insecurities with them. So how could I possibly ever be good enough for you?" you don't look at him after that.

He sighed and gripped your small hand into his. You almost cringed when you remembered how sweaty your hands were. "That's why I'm after you though. You're not like them. I wanted a change. You are good enough, you'll always be good enough for me. Hell, I feel like I’m not good enough for you. And I really don't care if you're any of that other stuff. I still want to have a shot with you." you don't realize how long you both were holding eye contact. The two of you don't look away from each other however. You don’t even comprehend how close you two have gotten. He reached over to push back a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your breath hitched.

"I don't know Jungkook, I'm just really unsure," you admitted and leaned back in your seat to create some distance between you two. "My mind isn't clear right now but I highly doubt I would want to give you a chance."

"Really? You don't want me?" he bit his lip and glanced over at you. "How can I change your mind?" you stopped functioning when he reached over to press up against your thigh. His fingers travelled over to your inner thigh. He kept rubbing circles around there for a few minutes, hand drawing closer each time. Your cheeks grew crimson once you wrapped your mind around on how wet you become so quickly, and he barely even touched you what an embarrassment.

You were only getting aroused quickly because of how long your dry spell was. You haven’t being touched in so long that you craved it so much, no matter who it was with.

"What are you doing?" you hated how you felt so hot under his eyes at the moment. He brushed you aside until you repeated your question again.

"Nothing," his lips curved upwards. He faced forward, ignoring the fact that his hand was practically between your legs.

"Jungkook, stop that!" you hissed and whacked his hand away. He withdrew his hand from your inner thigh but still kept it at the top of your thigh. His thumb gently tracing circles into your skin.

"Bet you're fucking wet under that," he commented. You caught his stare, watching his eyes fixed on your cleavage. A smile forms across his face when he takes notice of how you're rubbing your thighs together. "Don't be scared, I'll go easy on you. You wearing those pink panties that I love on you?"

You knew what he was referring to. Leaving your laundry on your bed wasn't a good idea especially when an excited Jungkook was coming over to watch a new episode of You, but he didn't give you time to pick it up so your baby pink lace underwear was out on the sheets. "Shut up. I'm not going to let you do shit," you furiously crossed your arms over your chest. His eyes flickered back down to your breasts that were shoved up into a tighter position.

"Really? You say that but you're on the verge of asking me to touch you. I know it, Y/N," you bit your lip hard to avoid saying something. You heard him laugh. "It's okay, no one will notice, if you're a good slut and keep your mouth shut." Your eyes widened at his words.

You’ve never been called a degrading name in bed. With the two boyfriends you’ve been with, they always called you loving names that had gotten boring quick as well as their vanilla sex. Yet somehow it stirred you up at the thought of being called a slut, especially Jungkook calling you that.

But it was almost like a completely different Jungkook had surfaced. You knew he was some sort of sex god but didn't expect him to have such a dirty mouth. You decided to test the waters. A little fun wouldn’t hurt.

You spread your legs a little wider, inviting him to get closer. He stared into your eyes as you stared down at his hand. "Unbutton your pants," he demanded. Your eyes expanded even more at his words. You were just thinking of getting him eager not to do something here.

You looked around to see if anyone could see or hear you two but they were all facing forward and minding their own business. Your hands went to unbutton your pants, pushing your zipper down. "Open your legs," you did as you were told. "Wider, wider," your right leg rested on top of his muscular thigh. "You wet enough?" he asked, reaching down to your core. You shivered when his hand entered your underwear. He sinks his two fingers in and you whined. He took his fingers out, gazing on the glistening wetness on it.

"Dirty fucking slut," he murmured and dig his fingers back into you. You gripped his wrist harshly but encouraged him to add more fingers. He complied and proceeded to finger you in the back of the bus. "Never thought I would finger the girl of my dreams in the back of the bus," he chuckled as he heard you calling out his name. "You gotta be quiet if you don't wanna get caught." he teased softly. He pounded his fingers into you faster. His eyes laying upon your furrowed eyebrows and bitten lip. You began to nudge into his fingers, meeting him halfway with the movement of your hips. Your grip on his wrist tightened as he touched your clit with the tip of his finger. He snorted and proceeded to move against you, ignoring his hardness that was forming in his pants. You threw your head back and stared up at the ceiling. You bit your lip hard, almost drawing blood.

Jungkook clutched your knee, forcing you to open wider. You raked over the passengers in the seat, who are still unaware of you getting fingered at the back of the bus. You moaned into his hoodie. You let go of his wrist to hold his bicep. He looked down at you. He reached over to cup your face, bringing your lips to meet his. You’re taken back a little but nonetheless you open your mouth to tempt him to slid his mouth in. He fulfilled your craving. The two of you looked like random teenagers making out in the back but what they couldn't see was his fingers stuck up your wet core.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you said under your breath, pulling away from his redden lips. His fingers pounded brutally into you. He showed no sign of slowing down.

"You make a fucking noise and I swear to god I will take you on this bus full of people. I don't give a fuck, Y/N," your pussy quenched around him at that. Your wetness glimmered on his fingers.

"Oh my god, Jungkook, oh my god," you moaned against his neck. Hiding your face from him, you picked up the pace of your hips. "Uh—fuck, holy shit do that again," you referred to him touching your clit. He does that again. "Oh fuck," you whimpered when you felt an uneasy feeling building up within you. "I'm gonna fucking cum."

"Yeah? That fucking early? I knew your little pussy wouldn't be able to take it," Jungkook's lips formed a smirk. "And this is just with my fingers babe. Bet you can't handle my dick," you ignored him. You sobbed into his neck and leaned up to kiss him in efforts to silence your moans, cumming hard all over his fingers. It takes two minutes before you released Jungkook from the kiss. He drew his hand away from your skirt and made sure you were holding eye contact with him when he cleaned his fingers with his tongue.

You gulped. Reality finally hit you. You had let Jungkook finger you in the back of the bus. 

You pushed back against your seat and looked around to see if anyone was looking. Everyone on the bus was still unaware and you felt like you can breathe again. "Holy shit I can not believe we just did that," you brushed your hair back, somewhat disappointed at yourself for not stopping him.

Jungkook's smile surfaced. "I can't believe you just let me do that. Wanna return the favor?" he asks jokingly but watched your face to see if you were willing to suck him off. His hopes are put down when a frown appeared on your face and he could tell you wouldn't feel comfortable with that. "Joking babe."

"Don't call me that, please," you stressed. "This was a mistake, seriously don't ever speak of this with any of your friends. We're not going to speak of it either."

"I wasn't even going to," he muttered and looked away. "Funny how it's a mistake, Y/N, when you were over here telling me to keep going."

You fanned yourself, flapping your hand back and forth in front of your face. Jungkook looked at the layer of sweat near your hairline that glistened under the sunlight. "Stop, it was in the heat of the moment. It seriously was a mistake," he opened his mouth but you carried on. "Especially in the back of the bus, oh god, I'm really disappointed in myself," you zipped up your flare pants, not minding that your underwear is sticking to you.

"And I'm really disappointed in you too, for not giving me a chance," Jungkook said with knitted eyebrows. You sit away from him, making sure there was a good amount of space between the two of you. "Oh are you just going to ignore me now?" he isn't given a response, your tongue knotted together in your mouth. "So that's how it's gonna be now?"

You gathered your bag. The bus curving towards the upcoming bus stop. "This is my stop," you disclosed. He captured your forearm which quickly caught your attention.

"Don't be like this, Y/N." You shrug him off and walked out of the bus, leaving Jungkook and his gloomy thoughts behind.

"Shut up, stop playing with me!" Hayoon exclaimed, her eyes glimmered with interest as you filled her in on the day before. "You did not let Jungkook finger you on the back of the bus," she laughed out loud at her sentence, still not believing the words coming out of your mouth. You groaned and sunk your head back down on the table. "I mean gross, but hey, you're catching dick."

"I'm not catching dick, and stop saying it's gross it makes me even more disappointed in myself."

"I just don't understand how you can tell him you don't want him and tell him the reasons why and then let him finger you at the back of the bus?!" your face scrunched up at her words. "I seriously don't get it Y/N. It's like you're provoking the guy that's going after you and that's pretty fucked up. Play with his dick, not his emotions, oh wait—”

"I told him no multiple times."

"Then why the fuck would you let him finger you in the back of a bus?" Hayoon rubbed her temple before munching on a fry. "I think you do have a crush on him, you just don't want to date him because of all the girls he’s been with.”

You let her words settle in your mind for a moment, not even realizing that she held your hand in hers. "But baby, that's called the past. It's the least thing you got to worry about since you already know it. Take a risk, go out with him. He's ready to be in a serious relationship with you, he's been telling me this since Friday."

You sighed, lips forming a pout. "I don't know."

"Well make up your mind quick cause' he's coming this way," her words are rushed as she glanced over at Jungkook, who's heading over your way.

"What?!" you're just about to turn your head his direction when Hayoon grabbed your jaw.

"What are you doing you stupid bitch?! Don't look—okay, pretend like I'm not here, pretend like I'm not here!" she turned away from you and placed her earbuds in her ears.

"Wait does my hair look good?!" you caught her by the arm before she can leave.

"For who?"

You snapped her head towards Jungkook, who's already smiling at you. His black cap floated over his eyes as he dug his fingers into the pockets of his jogger pants. You coughed when you perceived that you were checking him out. "Um, no one. Just wanted to see if it's messy," you don't know why but your cheeks burned so hard, maybe at the fact that you know it is messy.

His hand came in contact with your head before he moved a strand of your hair that looked out of place before pushing your baby hairs down. You swatted his hands away, ignoring how your warm ears were tingling. "There, it's not that messy anymore. I brought something."

He sat down besides you. You eyes fluttered over to Hayoon. She spread a smirk out on her lips. While Jungkook continued finding the item he wanted to show you, something along the words that it was a jar. Her fist comes up besides her mouth, opening it slightly. Your cheeks become crimson when she began to push her left fist towards her mouth while her tongue kept knocking into her right cheek.

"Here," Jungkook placed a jar in front of you, the bright glittery letters mocking you. Swear Jar, it read at the front. "Every time you cuss, it's more money to my bank account."

Your lips loop downwards into a frown. Your eyebrows furrowed together in the progress. "Not fair, I told you I didn't want to be a sugar mama."

"Fine, this is both of our swear jar."

"Deal."

"Okay, now that that's out of the way, we can talk about yesterday," he put the glittery jar, he decorated last night for you, back in his backpack. A sudden weight pressed down on your shoulders at the thought of him bringing up what happened yesterday.

"Jesus Christ, what do you carry in there?" Hayoon added unintentionally and you're thankful for that. As much as she wanted to know about the encounter between the two of you, she also wanted to know what Jungkook carried in that big bag of his.

"Dildos."

"Wait, deadass?" she jumped up in her seat. I snorted at her, earning a glare. Jungkook's lips formed a line, specifying that he was joking. "Well fuck, it just looks like it's gonna break your back. Dude you know what that reminds me of?" she asked you. Your mind doesn't come across anything so you shook your head. "The Rosie girl? She was giving dildos out at this campus cause' she wanted to, quote, fight absurdity with absurdity. All over Twitter. Wish I could be there to get one."

Jungkook's eyes crinkled up as he laughed at her. The sound ringing through your ears, only to devaste you even more. "Can we talk about yesterday?" he leaned over and whispered to you.

You swore you felt his lips brushing against your ear. It stirred up your brain. "What about yesterday?" your hands started shaking and you hoped he didn't see how anxious you have become.

Luck wasn't on your side today however, his upcoming question boosting your anxiety even more. "Why are your hands shaking so much?" he grasped his bigger hand in yours.

You are quick to take it out of his. "We agreed that we wouldn't talk about what happened yesterday. It was a mistake I didn't—"

"No, you agreed that we wouldn't talk about it," his voice raised slightly to get your attention. Your mouth snapped shut. "We need to talk about it. How the fuck can you be playing with my feelings like this?" Hayoon whistled, mentally seeing eye to eye with Jungkook. "I want to have a chance with you, a shot at us. You give me all these mixed signals and then when I try to make a move on you, all of the sudden you act like a bitch Y/N."

"Well what do you want me to say? That I fucking like you back too?" you challenged and stood up from your chair. The students around you turned their heads over to you, watching the scene in front of them unfold. "How the fuck am I even playing with your feelings? I said I wanted to just be friends! I'm sorry that you're misinterpreted our friendship but that's not my problem!" you wished you could've shut your mouth but all you could see was red. Perhaps you were letting go of all the rage you’ve ever resented over him for the past months.

For ditching you to attend parties or being with other girls. For not always being there for you.

"What the fuck do you mean that's not my problem?!" he mimicked you, staring up at you. "You let me finger you and you expect me to believe that you just wanna be friends? Are you even listening to yourself?! You felt something back there."

Hayoon stepped in, walking over to the two of you. "Okay, I think you guys should just shut up," your eyes wandered around the room, where everyone was watching your interaction.

"Whatever," Jungkook's chair scraped the floor harshly as he pushed it back. He dug into his backpack before placing the jar in front of you. "You can keep that and this," he put down a package full of glittery hair pins, all different colors. Your heart wrenched as you watched him walk away, sullen. His steps are quick so he can take the attention off of him.

You turned the jar and saw that the top had words on it. Splattered in messy pink glitter, Sugar Mama's Swear Jar :D.

Jungkook was avoiding you. You could tell because he stopped coming after school to study with you, which was okay at first until you found yourself yearning for him.

It was stupid, really. After all that debate on how you two should just stay friends, you can't just tell him how much you miss him. That'll make you seem like an ass.

And trust me that's the last thing you want.

Your day was going bad, your professor yelled at you for not paying attention and put you in the spot, embarrassing you in front of the class. You were okay until a girl gave you a look of pity and you had a breakdown in the bathroom right after.

When you went to go meet up with Hayoon, it'll only got worse. She cancelled on you after forcing you to wait for her for thirty minutes. Just as you're leaving a group of middle schoolers thought it would be funny to step on a ketchup packet and let splatter everywhere, resulting in the back of your white top covered in dots of ketchup.

You swore you almost hit the kid who came up with it, even thought about running him over when you saw that the stains were everywhere and even in your hair.

After showering and getting the ketchup out of your hair, you went to work that ensued in you coming home with mascara practically running down your eyes, that were ready to pour out tears if something else happened to you, due to you wrongly mixing up orders and getting yelled out by a customer.

Now here you were, sitting on the living room floor with wet hair after taking another shower which mainly just involved you sitting on the tile floor and crying. You ate the Chinese takeout you have gotten during the way, ignoring the way people were staring at you, with sympathy.

It was the last thing you needed. Maybe karma was coming to get you for saying those things to Jungkook. But at this point all you wanted was some reassurance, a shoulder to cry on, someone to be there for you.

Jungkook.

You couldn't sleep. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn't. Hell, you even closed your eyes for a solid thirty minutes yet you were not able to drift off into slumber. Maybe it had to due with the weather? It was freezing, if you stepped a foot outside you would become an ice sculpture in an instant.

Or maybe, the most logical one compared to all the others, was Jungkook fingering you on the bus. You can't seem to get that scene off your mind. Your brain kept drifting over on how stunning he appeared, his dark eyes staring straight at yours as he watched your mouth form an O shape. He only ever broke eye contact when he snuck a look of how his fingers vanished into your pants.

Then your mind would stumble onto the memory of you yelling at him, telling him how his feelings for you were not your fault. You despised yourself at that moment. You sighed and laid back into your pillow, staring up into the ceiling. "I can't believe I am even having these types of thoughts," you slowly opened your legs while shutting your eyes. As long as you don't think about him, it'll be okay.

But you do. Sliding off your underwear, the first thing you thought about was Jungkook. His bunny smile rested on his face. You opened your eyes to get him off your mind and closed them again. You let out a gentle moan when you feel how wet you are.

He came back again. This time he settled right besides you on the bed. His hand is shoved between your legs. You moaned when he buried his head in your neck and kissed your skin there. "You like that, princess?"

You frowned immediately, he didn't call you any pet names. From what you can remember, he called you a degrading name.

"You like that dirty slut?" you mewled at him. He moved his fingers ceaselessly inside of you whilst breathing down your neck.

The sound of a zipper being undone makes your eyes crack open. You took a glimpse of Jungkook, his hand disappearing inside his jeans that displayed his muscular thighs.

You whined at him and he hovered on top of you. Your breathing got heavier as his cock sprung out of his jeans. "Oh god," you moaned as he slid himself inside of you so effortlessly. Your hands moved quicker inside of you. Feeling your wetness spill out of you and onto the mattress underneath you, you imagined him pounding into you. Your hands clamped on his long hair with your legs in the air as his hips furiously snapping into you.

It doesn't take you long to cum, given the fact at Jungkook's pace it seemed like he wasn't going to stop. He disappeared, leaving you sweaty and tired on the bed with your fingers stuck inside you. "Holy shit, I can not believe I just did that.

Recalling your words that were thrown at Jungkook, a heavy weight on your shoulder returned heavier as ever, reminding you how you practically lost your shot with him.

Shame on you for not giving Jeon Jungkook a chance.

"I think I was too harsh on him."

"You think? Don't lie to me bitch, you know you were fucking harsh on him," Hayoon stood in the middle of your room, scanning your closet for a dress she can wear to a party.

It was almost three days since your argument with Jungkook in front of everyone. You expected to make up with him on Thursday but Jungkook avoided you like you were the plague. He didn't text you for any notes he needed to borrow, nor did he usually come to study with you or leave you a sandwich. You never realized how apart of your life he became, especially when he didn't sit next to you for one of your shared classes. Instead, he chose to sit next to Taehyung, his best friend. It was Friday now and to be quite honest, you missed him.

"Don't trip about it. He could be at the party tonight, getting over you and possibly getting himself a girlfriend so you don't have to worry about him pinning over you. Now what the fuck should I wear?"

You didn't like the sound of that. Jungkook possibly finding another girl. Your consciousness settled back in your mind. How can you even say shit like that? You rejected him, you have no right to tell him not to move on. You sighed to yourself and laid back into the bed. "Maybe I shouldn't go. I don't wanna see him."

"I don't wanna see him." she dragged the straps of your orange dress up her figure. "Shut up because on Wednesday you kept asking why he wouldn't talk to you, like bitch I wouldn't talk to you either with that shit you pulled back there."

"Why not?"

"You're not serious right?" she turned back to you. She raised her eyebrow, challenging you. You groaned and followed her out of the room when she didn't receive an answer. "That's what I thought," you heard her under her breath.

"Not gonna lie, I think I'm gonna break my ankle with these bitches," you pointed down at your high heels, slowing down. You stopped to fix them. Hayoon carried on walking to her car, leaving you behind.

"You wanted to wear them. Now get in," she honked her horn. You hissed at her, reminding her that the neighbors are going to complain. "Don't give a fuck, get in loser we're going to party!" she honked her horn longer.

You ran to her car when you realized she wasn't going to stop. "You need the swear jar, you stupid bitch."

"Not even," before you could say something back, her music blasts through the car. She screamed out the lyrics, encouraging you to join along. "In your eyes! You lie but I don't let it define you—oh define you!"

"You sound like a dying cat."

"I tried to find—fuck you then."

Along the way you started to wonder how she even got her driver's license. Hayoon almost went on the sidewalk when she was tried to park which forced you to get out of the car and direct her.

"Keep going, keep going."

"Fuck, bitch you sure? I don't want another ticket for being on the red line," her head stuck out to make sure she wasn't going to hit the car behind her.

"Yes I'm sure—okay stop!" Hayoon shuts off the engine, stumbling out of the car. She laughed to herself before walking up to the fraternity house with you. "Okay, I forgot what it was like coming here."

The first smell that filled your nostrils was vomit. You glanced down towards the ground and saw a distraught girl on the front lawn throwing up while her friend rubbed her back. Hayoon advised you not to look, to give the poor girl some pity. Reluctantly, you entered the house with a clumsy walk. Hayoon noticed and suggested that you go have a drink. You at first declined but once your eyes scanned the room and landed on Jungkook leaning against a wall with a redhead clinging onto him. You made your way to the open kitchen. Unknown to you, jealousy boiled in your stomach.

So that's how you end up on your first shot of a tequila with a cup of vodka already resting in your liver. You weren't drunk, still you were not far from being tipsy. Conscious enough to see that Jungkook's eyes were on you while you downed the shot. Eyes focused on your throat as you swallowed. He exhaled, watching you pull out your phone and tap away. The red head girl right besides him, tried calling his name out to hook his attention. He brushed her off, muttering something to her that he didn't sleep around anymore.

His frustration grew even more when he saw you wandering over to the middle of the room where sweaty bodies were grinding on each other. Your flimsy black silky dress was not doing him justice either, seeing how tight it was on your figure. It showed off your curves well; he hated how good you looked. There was a big opening in the back that stopped near your hips. Should be a crime to look that good, he thought to himself while trying to keep his eyes on you.

Your hips swayed to the music blasting throughout the house. You opened your eyes, landing on Jungkook immediately. His eyes devouring you as he took a sip of his beer, eyes locked on your hips. You tried not to look at him again but still wondered what was going in that mind of his. You raised your hands up in the air, dress threatening to rise up.

Your curiosity got the best of you. Squinting one eye open to take a peek of Jungkook but you failed to locate him.

A gasp left your mouth as someone pressed their front on your back, rubbing their crotch on your ass. A whiff of the sweet scented Victoria Secret perfume gave the identity away. You tilted your head so that it laid on his chest. Confirming your thought, Jungkook stared down at you with dark eyes. His arm muffled around your waist to press you further into his chest. He felt his body go ease when he saw your lips bunch up into a smile. Your hips rocked from side to side on him. Jungkook held his hand on your waist, encouraging you to continue. You willingly do so arms flinging on his neck as you dragged yourself down his chest. His growing bulge poked your ass as you grind yourself on him. Your head laid back on him. Jungkook leaned down to meet your lips. His mouth entwined with yours, lip gloss rubbing off onto his mouth. You moaned into his mouth and sensed that his hand was harshly holding one of your ass cheeks.

"You wanna go upstairs?" He was somewhat taken back at your suggestion but agreed nonetheless. With his fingers keeping a firm grip on yours, the two of you went upstairs.

He guided you towards the room, which all winded up preoccupied due to freshman trying to lose their virginities. You cringed when you come face to face with someone's bare ass pushing against the lanky girl. Jungkook pushed you into the bathroom, telling a man to fuck off when he tried getting in.

"Hey," you glanced up from the floor onto Jungkook's eyes. He offered you a small awkward smile, warming your heart as if he wasn't rubbing his dick on your ass a few minutes ago.

"Hi," your voice sounded very small and Jungkook wanted to reach out and reassure you that he only came up to you to apologize, not to have you grind on him in the middle of the room. "I'm sorry," you began, eyes fixed to the ground. "Everything I said on that day was really fucked up. I care about your feelings. I care about you and I was giving you mixed signals and it's not okay."

"I'll be fine," his hand held your arm, rubbing it slightly. "It's okay if you don't return my feelings, I'll get over it—"

"But that's the thing I don't want you to get over it."

Jungkook blinked once, twice, and then another third time. Trying to comprehend your words while also trying to figure out what he was going to say was hard.

Your glossy lips moved. "I'm really willing to give you a chance and I'm so sorry for being such a cunt about it. I just—I needed some realization to understand my feelings. Truth is I've had a crush on you, but every time I saw you with these girls I always told myself I'm not good enough for you and that I'll never be. I’m also mad at the fact that you’re barely realizing your feelings towards me just now.”

He doesn't say anything which doesn't help your anxious state at the moment. Your gut scolded you, reminding you that you probably lost your chance and now you look like an idiot to him right now, confessing your feelings.

Jungkook sighed before embracing you. You stand still in shock from his sudden movements but chose to hug him back. His chin dropped down onto your head. "You're good enough for me, Y/N. You always have been and I'm sorry that it took me all these years for me to realize that."

"I couldn't stop thinking of you and all the shit I said. I'm really sorry from the bottom of my heart," you admitted.

His bulge pushed against you and your cheeks flushed warm. Jungkook didn't say anything but bent down to kiss you. His lips moved roughly against yours. Your fingers coming up towards his hair to run through them. His hands digging harshly into your ass, possibly leaving small bruises behind but you're unbothered by it.

You pulled away, enough to stare up at his eyes. "I seriously couldn't stop thinking about you. I fucking masturbated to you, just by thinking of the bus shit," you confessed, watching his face lit up in surprise.

"Yeah? What was going on in that head of yours?" he encouraged you. You giggled at him, his thigh coming between your thighs.

"Your fingers in my pussy," your cheeks burned pink as he coaxed you to go on. "Your big dick pounding in me."

The look on his face is priceless but it just stayed there for a mere second as Jungkook recollected himself. He couldn't believe what was coming out of your mouth, never in a million years would he ever imagine you of all people saying this. The warmth travelled towards his crotch as he hardened at your words. His friend of seven years, his crush for almost two years was here in front of him, revealing that she touched herself to the thought of him. A blissful comfort spread all over his body.

"Don't you want that to happen?" he didn't even realize how close you were, he was too caught up in his thoughts. "You don't want to fuck my brains out?"

Your thighs closed around his thick ones. You reached up to kiss his neck, pecking his soft skin. Jungkook grunted as you left open mouth kisses behind, gripping his hand and directing it near your hips.

"I can't do it here," Jungkook whispered to you once he grasped the circumstances. In a fraternity bathroom with people out there that can possibly hear you two? Jungkook would never allow himself to touch you here the first time you two have sex. You whined against him, rubbing your crotch on his thigh. "Shit, seriously Y/N? You're making this hard for me."

"What your dick? Why? I don't care where we do it. I just—I need it to happen—come on Jungkook fuck me," if your mind wasn't clouded by lust you would been very disappointed at yourself for what you were saying, but you could care less. He closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the ceiling. He was fighting with himself.

The only sound in the bathroom was the loud heavy bass music playing and the two of you heavily breathing. "Do you want me to go find another guy out there that can do the job for you or what?" you tried riling him up and it worked cause Jungkook was staring at you with dark hooded eyes. "Cause' I could walk out there and take any guy home with me do you want that?" you both know deep down you wouldn’t be able to do that. You’re too shy.

Jungkook came across as if something possessed him suddenly. His hair falling over his eyes slightly. His tongue came out of his mouth to moisten his lips. "Get on your fucking knees," Jungkook snapped, a hand going back to get tangled in your hair. You dropped down to the ground. "I wanna see your pretty tits," you pulled down the straps of your dress and got rid of your strapless bra, throwing it aside. "Well aren't you a desperate cock sucking whore?" you whined at him with your dress bunched up around your waist. "What don't tell me you like being called that?" he chuckled. Your cheeks flushed in humiliation.

You reached over to unzip his jeans. He merely let out a chuckle, extremely satisfied with your avidity. As you rolled down his boxers, his hand wrapped around your hair. "Look up at me, whore," your eyes jerked up to him. "Open your mouth," you gulped at the size, wondering if it was even going to fit in your poor mouth. He teased, rubbing the head of his cock on your lips when you did. Your jaw ached as you tried opening as wide as you can to please him. You looked up at him as he slid his cock in your mouth. He groaned, loving the warmth and wetness of your mouth surrounding him. He maintained the eye contact between you two whilst he carried on shoving his dick in your throat. You moaned and moved back once it hit your throat. But before you can, he gripped the back of your hair firmly and thrusted his hips forward. You gagged around him, tears brewing and ready to burst out. You extended your hands out to his thighs. He held your head in place, his cock shoving down your throat at an animalistic speed. "What a good little slut," he eventually praised you. "Letting me fuck her throat hard and shit," you shut your eyes.

You regret doing so. Feeling a tug to your hair, your eyes snap open and look up. "You get praised like a good bitch once and you think you can be a bad girl? I don't think so, whore," he stared straight into your eyes with his dark orbs devouring you. Your drool slithering down your chin. You peer up at him with desperation written all over your face. Your fingers glided down to your dress. You kept your gaze on him when your fingers entered your pussy, feeling how wet you are. "Are you seriously touching yourself?" he sounded thrilled at the idea. Jungkook stopped moving for a second, allowing you to suck on the head of his cock. He watched mascara run down your cheeks, feeling some sort of ego boost that he was making you look this way.

You nodded frantically, moving your fingers faster. You sucked him harder, your jaw throbbing as you attempted to deep throat him. He forced your head deeper so that your nose was touching his pubic hair. "I didn't give you permission, disobedient slut. You got three seconds to finish," he finished with a sullen laugh, knowing you weren't. "One, two–" Jungkook watched your eyes become watery as you hopelessly tried to get yourself to cum in just three seconds. "—three, take your fingers out whore."

You obeyed and showed him your fingers, glittering under the bathroom light, even though on the inside you were begging to be touched again. You thought of going against him. Jungkook let a cackle escape from his mouth. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet I bet you're fucking leaking out onto the floor."

You mewled, bobbing your head up and down. Releasing his cock out of your mouth with a lewd pop, you batted your eyelashes up at him. "I'm so fucking wet for you," he flashed you a quick grin, obviously content with your answer. He brought your fingers up to his mouth, sucking them off while maintaining eye contact with you. His tongue swirled around your finger as you repeat the same motion on his cock. He released your finger.

"You can use your hands," you pull away right after he said that. You pumped him rapidly, your hand moving back and forth. Your ears took in his grunts, feeling some pride for causing him to make those noises. He almost came when he felt your warm, wet mouth around one of his balls.

"I want you to cum on my tits." he agreed, staring down at you. Tension builds within his stomach as he groaned out loud. You gaped at him when his cum shoots towards your neck, aiming towards your breasts.

Jungkook's breathing became heavier as he came back down from his blissful state that he was in. He grew hard in a instant when he saw how fucked you looked. Your mascara running down your eyes, leaving a trail of black ink behind. Your hair was tangled together into a mess due to him gripping it so tightly. With saliva dripping down your red swollen smeared lips, his eyes drifted further down. The straps of the dress you were wearing were rolled out into your stomach, exhibiting your perky breasts that are smeared with his cum.

"You look like a fucked whore," he smiled at you with satisfaction resting in his mind.

You giggled at him, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Yeah, not just for you," you gazed up at him, a small smile on your lips.

He helped you get off the floor. His facial expression is now serious, indicating that he wasn't happy with your answer. Jungkook's fingers tapped the cold surface of the sink, indicating to sit down on it. You do so, opening your legs slowly.

He watched, eyes strictly locked in between your legs. "Who are you so wet for?" he asked.

You snorted and shrugged which only grew him more frustrated.

Jungkook growled and flipped you over. He bended you over the bathroom sink and bore his eyes into you by the mirror. "You wanna keep acting like a slut, you're might as well be fucked like one," you silently squealed in excitement. Jungkook lifted your dress up in one go. He pulled your underwear down, making you step out of them. "Put your leg on the counter," he commanded and you do as you're told. Lifting your right leg on the counter while the other one remained on the ground. You heard him frantically pull down his jeans. You gasped when you feel the tip on your entrance. He reached over for the condom on the counter.

"No!" you exclaimed. Jungkook stopped and looked down at your worriedly, wondering if you wanted to stop now. You gulped, feeling your cheeks burned in embarrassment. "Don't use one please." you whined. "I want to feel you raw."

You heard Jungkook chuckle from behind you. He felt like he was on cloud nine, he was fucking thriving. "Yeah? My fucking slut wants me to do her raw?" he started pushing himself. You held your breath as your walls allowed him to enter, tightening around his big shaft. His cock rimmed inside of you

"Y-yeah," you manage to choke out, staring at him through the mirror. He maintained eye contact to where your bodies connected, watching his cock sink into you as he held your hips in place. 

"Has any other guy fucked you raw, slut?" Jungkook brought his hand around your throat. You sensed that you could orgasm right there. You shook your head as he finally is inside of you fully. "What was that? Use your words, come on you're a big girl," he gripped your inner right thigh with so much strength, he could break it off if he tried. I mean those biceps.

"N-no only you. Just for you," he grinned at that.

"Good," you let out a loud moan when he started finally moving. His hips rutted into yours at an animalistic speed. He stared at you through the mirror, watching how your mouth opens and your breasts jiggle. He pressed your throat a little harder. "Bet no guy ever made you feel this way."

"Only you, Jungkook! Only you!" you manage to breath out. Your knuckles are almost white by how hard you're holding onto the counter. He lowers himself so his face is near your ear.

"Yeah? Look at you, telling me how I'll never have you yet you're over here drooling over my dick. Fucking whore." you whined harder as he breathed down your neck. You feel yourself began getting more wetter at his words. "Imagine what your family and friends will say when they find out you're letting me fuck you in the ass in a dirty bathroom at a frat party."

You shut your eyes, your pussy swallowing him back in. His hand squeezed your throat a little tighter. "Fucking slut," he snapped his hips at you. You moaned out loud, shamelessly. "On the dance floor dancing like one."

"Because I am one," he chuckled at that, fingers coming up to pinch your nipple.

"Yeah? Who do you belong to? Whose slut are you?" the grip on your throat tightened, not enough to block your airway however. Jungkook kept his eye on you through the mirror, your lips molding into an oval shape. His palm came down to meet one of your asscheeks. You jumped forward, Jungkook pulling you back onto his cock. He stopped moving to lock eyes with you through the mirror, his lips hovering over your ear. "When I ask you a question, I expect a fucking answer," you tried to move your hips a bit but he caught you before you can. "Now," his voice deepened. "Whose slut are you?"

"Your slut! I'm your slut! Jungkook, please—"

"Yeah? Scream when I fuck you so that everyone knows who your pussy belongs to," his hips rammed into you again. You swore you can feel him fucking into your cervix. You let a loud moan break free from your mouth, his hot breath fanned your ear.

A roaring pounding on the door snapped his head away. You whimpered and become aware that his pace was reducing as his attention was now on the other man trying to get in. Jungkook yelled out words that sounded fuzzy to your ears considering all you could hear is your heartbeat.

"No, no, Jungkook don't stop," you pleaded with him, twisting yourself to look at his lust filled eyes. "I'm almost there please!"

You almost screamed at him when he pulled out. He sat on the toilet lid, tapping his thighs that were spread out in front of him. "Ride me," he demanded. You're somehow quick on your wobbly legs, getting on top of him. You grasped his swollen red cock, lining it up with your entrance before sinking down.

Jungkook's hand went towards your hip to support you while the other one went further down to touch your swollen clit. His mouth came near your ear as you cried out his name. "If you don't come in the next minute, you're not cumming tonight, got it slut?" you panted but nonetheless nodded frantically.

And with that Jungkook sat back, watching you fuck yourself on his cock, you were basically using him as a toy and Jungkook loved that. The desperation look on your face was amusing and Jungkook stored in in his memories.

"Oh shit! Fuck I'm almost there," his palm travelled further down to rub your ass.

"Time's almost up," he wasn't actually keeping track but your determination to cum on such a short amount of time was adorable to him. Your thighs smacked his, bouncing on his cock faster. Jungkook's finger carried on rubbing against your clit, his eyes trailing down from your face to your bouncing breasts.

Your eyes rolled back as you heaved up. Your mouth opened wide, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Jungkook heard his name leave your mouth, panting. He almost came when he felt something warm soak into his jeans. Looking down, he became aware of what just happened.

"Fucking dirty slut," he hissed and allowed you to relax your head on his shoulder as your whole weight sunk down on him. His ears took in your sniffles. "Look what you did, squirted all over me slut."

Your cheeks burned in humiliation, nuzzling your nose into his shoulder.

You gasped when he lifted his hips up to meet yours. You cried out to him to stop but Jungkook's quick to silence you with his fingers stuffed in your mouth. Your tears threatened to spill. "You're so tight, fuck! Need to fuck you more, whore,"

It doesn't take long for him to sprout into you, judging the way you tightened around him and how fucked your face look when he looked down to meet your eyes. With his cum coating your walls, he slid out of you. A bit of cum came out and dropped down to his black pants leaving a white stain behind.

You attempted to stand out on your own but failed due to you not being able to feel your legs for a second. Luckily, Jungkook is there to help you. He bent down to help you put on your underwear.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked while zipping up his pants. You checked your face in the mirror, noticing the hickeys all over your neck and the mascara smothered down your cheeks.

You turned to look at him, pulling your dress down."Are you really asking me after we just had sex? Where's my bra by the way?" your face is met with your bra when he flung it at you.

He laughed, watching you put it on. "Yeah, seriously though are you?"

"Why? If I'm going to be your sugar mama I might as well be your baby mama." Jungkook looked stricken and you snickered, bringing your hand up to hide your mouth. "I'm joking," you wiped your face with some wet wipes you found in the drawers.

"Not funny, was ready to fucking make a run for it."

It was your turn to look stricken as Jungkook laughed. You frowned and slapped his chest.

It goes quiet, the loud bass music now coming back to fill your ears instead of Jungkook's moans. He stood awkwardly near the corner while you threw away the wipes you used to remove your makeup. Running your fingers through your hair, you turned towards him.

"So, does this mean that you're going to give me a chance?" the man in front of you standing like an anime character asked, as if he wasn't calling you degrading names a few minutes ago.

You smiled at him and lunged forward to kiss him. "Yes, I'll give you a chance Jungkook."

↳ in your heart; drabble collection

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Midday on Menagerie, Ilia was getting ready for her favorite place, bed! Community service for past mistakes meant getting up so early, so while others days were revving up, hers was coasting down. The young faunus made her way up her massive tree house and walked through the front door. Immediately her shoes came off and postured slouched as she made her way to her couch.

“One more day over with. At least I got lucky and got cargo moving instead of trash.” Her body sunk into the sofa. The peaceful mood of her home wrapped Ilia in comfort. From the gentle sunlight, cool breeze, the delicious smell of pasta coming from the pot simmering on her stove, even the way Sun wore a ridiculous apron as he-

“Wait, what the!?” Her body sprung up onto her feet. “Sun!?”

“Oh hey. Took you long enough.” He smiled, watching Ilia’s face go through a vast amount of expressions before settling on a smile. She gave him a running hug filled with surprised laughter. “Aw, hehe, glad you’re as happy as me.”

“I didn’t know you were visiting. Wait, did I forget something!? Did we plan anything!?”

“No. This is a bonafide surprise from yours truly. How was your day?”

“Same shit different day. Only today is now better than most.” She placed her head against him. “Not that I don’t appreciate the smell of pasta, but I already ate before I got home.”

“That’s fine. Consider it left overs. At least now you have more than takeout for a while.”

“Takeout is perfectly fine. I’m gonna change into something comfortable. I expect no more lifestyle judgments when I get back.” Ilia took off down the hall and into her room.

“What’s the point of a dirty clothes hamper if you put the clothes next to it?” Sun snickered, waiting for Ilia’s face to pop out of the doorway. He wasn’t disappointed for a second to see her squint at him.

“Don’t enter my room like you own the place!”

xxxxx

Time seemed to go by a little quicker when Sun was around. Afternoon had arrived in the blink of an eye with the sky turning shades of red and purple. Ilia had made herself cozy yet again on the couch but with Sun acting as a big spoon. The white t-shirt and light blue basketball shorts she had chosen made cooling of all the more easier. This moment should’ve been perfect, yet… it wasn’t. Sun never did anything without a reason. As much as she enjoyed this surprise visit, something had to have sparked it. Ilia turned her body towards him and studied his gaze before it was directed towards her with curiosity.

“What’s up?”

“You tell me. You look a little tired, Sun. What’s eating at you?”

“Me? Nothing. The flight was longer than usual so I guess I’m a bit tired-” Her right hand held his face. Sun looked into grayish-blue eyes and found himself sighing.

“Hey, aren’t you the one always telling me to lean on you when I need to? Don’t try the cool guy act. You can lean on me too.”

“I know. I… it’s hard to explain.”

“Was it a fight with Neptune?”

“No, nothing like that. Honestly, I just really, really missed you is all.” His arm draped over her back, keeping her close. “I know it sounds a bit silly but lately I keep missing you.”

Now that was a shock. “Missing me?” Ilia blushed watching Sun rest his head on her while his arms hugged her body gently, “S-Sun?”

“Outside of meetings twice a month and calls, I go about my normal routine. Missions, hangout spots, it all feels like a loop recently; and all I want is the thing that makes it all worthwhile. The time with you just never feels like enough. My head has tons of things to think about but it wants you to be a part of all of them.”

“What’s so silly about that?” Ilia pulled Sun away to get a good look at his face. There was sadness, a longing in his eyes. One she easily recognized. She pressed her forehead against his. The warmth of his body swallowed her whole, drawing her in and erasing the loneliness she saw in him. “I miss you everyday, but it makes these moments all the more worthwhile.”

The typically cheerful blonde remained silent, basking in this moment. Without words, they both leaned in gently to kiss briefly. Seconds after, they found themselves once again getting lost in each other’s looks; the mutual feelings making Sun give Ilia a longer, more passionate kiss that she gladly melted into. His lips alone made her heart flutter. Sun really missed her, more than ever. The shift in his weight turned them over until Ilia was under him. Her hands came around his back and her voice escaped from her the longer their kiss. She had no intent on denying him, but even so, the feeling of Sun tenderly nipping her bottom lip and playing with her tongue made her body feel weak with pleasure.

“He’s so…vulnerable.” She felt his hands grab her legs, propping them up on either side of his body before sliding them up under the shorts, gripping her hips the way she liked. This desire he had for her filled Ilia’s thoughts. “Maybe, I’m not loving him enough? No, stop that. You know he doesn’t think that. Still…” Their lips found a moment to separate for a moment of air. “Sun, am I loving you right?” Her voice was soft and a bit pleading from all the kissing.

Sun gave a soft smile. His hand ran through her long brown hair as he kissed her forehead. “Your love is perfect. It’s why I want more. Ilia, I want to be with you more. I want to love you more. Everything about you, I just…” his thumb traced over her lips, “want more.” And so he went for it. Sun continued to kiss the woman who stole his mind and claimed his heart. He felt her fingers grip his short and tug it until it fell off his shoulders. Sun found the patience to stop again in order to remove it altogether. Not that it took long.

Ilia in her flustered state took the break as a moment to calm her beating heart. She slipped out of her t-shirt no problem and let out a yelp feeling Sun raise her hips. He pulled down her shorts, tossing them on the ground and leaving her in dark blue lace panties. Ilia felt her heart rate quicken the moment his fingers slid in between her labia.

“Ahn~”

“You’re already this wet. Not to mention wearing something like this is never your first pick.” Sun leaned closer over Ilia, who’s eyes fought desperately not to close. “Are you wearing these for me?”

“You…ah- know the answer, jerk.” She moaned, arms holding him close again. A sudden burst of pleasure and slight pain hit her neck as she felt his teeth gently bite the sensitive flesh, marking her. The heat of his mouth on her was second only to his tender rubbing along her slit. Her hips raised instinctively and Sun took the opportunity to pull her panties away. Ilia was so caught up in all these little actions that her body tensed the moment she felt the head of his aching dick press at her entrance.

Her face may have been hidden over his shoulder, but it made hearing her contained whimpers all the sweeter as rolled his hips forward; opening her up agonizingly slow as he was greeted with warmth and her walls pulling him in until Sun completely buried himself inside her. Sun didn’t even have the strength to pull more than halfway out before sinking back into her again and again, picking up the pace after each thrust. Ilia’s whimpers grew louder until she began panting.

Sounding needy was always what Ilia tried avoiding, but that became increasingly difficult when there was someone who didn’t think twice about expressing theirs. The sound of Sun’s lustful groans and erotic breathes hitting her ear only turned Ilia on. How he was able to be so shameless about it was beyond her, but she never wanted him to stop. There wasn’t a part of him that didn’t feel like flames. The body pressed against her, the lips that devoured her neck, and most of all, the rock hard length that filled her up to the point her waist felt numbingly good. Somehow…it just kept digging into the exact same spot.

“W..Wait! I’m…ngh~” her toes curled against the couch. Despite her attempt at words, her body didn’t want him to stop. Sun finally pulled away from her neck but went straight back to assaulting her mouth. Her entire body shivered from him dominating and stealing her tongue from her control. If that wasn’t bad enough, Sun took liberty of pulling her left arm off his body,taking her hand in his to hold against the couch. Ilia could no longer put up a fight. Her body all but melted into the couch as her heart danced and voice let out a muffled cry while her legs trembled throughout her orgasm.

Sun winced, his girlfriend squeezing him in every way. He stood on his knees to give her space to actually breathe, her chest constantly falling from all their kissing. The freckles on her face were red and though she didn’t look at him, she refused to let go of his hand. Not that he wanted her to. Sun groaned, pulling out of her, his own climax still far away. That was fine, because he wasn’t done seeing her like this.

Ilia’s head was slowly getting itself together. They’ve had memorable times but that felt good. Like…drunk sex kind of good. Her mind barely registered watching Sun reach down for his jeans and pulled out a condom he swiftly tore open with his teeth before rolling it over his cock. Ilia couldn’t comprehend fast enough on what went through her own mind let alone Sun’s as he grinded against her sensitive pussy. That was…until he slowly dragged it down a bit lower than expected. The haze Ilia experienced cleared the same time her heart skipped a beat and blush overtook her face. “Wait are you-” was all she got out before her voice gave out, her lungs exhaling everything in her as she felt her ass accommodate Sun’s throbbing cock. A guttural moan rose from the base of her throat. Ilia’s eyes shut tightly and her back arched, unable to fall back down to the couch thanks to Sun holding it in place.

He managed to free his other hand to grab her waist in order to themselves, then, he fucked her just how she loved it. Unlike with her pussy, Ilia wanted it rough and hard here; her dirty little secret that she hated to admit. Sun’s moans were drowned out by Ilia’s cry of ecstasy. “There’s those moans I love.” Ilia did nothing to stop them but that didn’t stop her from placing her arms over her eyes while her entire body went pink with bright red freckles.

She’ll kill him. This time for sure she’ll do it! There wasn’t a nerve in her body that wasn’t feeling him ravage her completely, sending her into bliss too strong for her to think. Sun was giving it to her without a second thought. His hips smacked against her ass. The hand on her hip went down to her leg and raised it until her foot was over his shoulder. It wasn’t too much of a change until he leaned forward ever so slightly and plunged deeper.

“AHHH! FUCK~ SUN!” Tears welled up. Ilia turned her head towards the couch pillow and bit down, hard.

Sun listened to all of her gasps, moans, and whimpers; each one spurring him on while he watched her pussy flow like a river. He wasn’t even touching it anymore but it twitched violently with each thrust he gave. He dared to press a single finger into the nectar and feel it grip him while her hips began shaking. “That’s right! Cum whenever you’re ready. I’m so close~” he sped up again.

Ilia felt herself get dizzy, the haze returning stronger than before until everything went white. Any feeling of embarrassment was pushed away, and Ilia screamed into the pillow like it actually did anything. She felt the condom inside her begin to swell with Sun’s cum that felt hot and heavy enough to burst right through it. Thankfully it appeared to stay contained. Ilia’s body went limp, exhausted from her second orgasm. A small moan left her lips feeling Sun leave her body as he placed her softly on the couch. Ilia couldn’t decide what was worse. The fact that yelling at him would hurt right now, or the fact she didn’t want to yell at him at all. She finally looked at him, eyes half opened and still riding her high. She saw just how sweaty he had gotten and the used condom already safely put aside for the moment. He was still right in between her legs with a gaze that saw only her.

“Ilia…”

“I know.” She cooed. His eyes said it all, and she knew hers did the same. Her arms reached out, inviting him back into her grasp. “I want more of you too.” This time their kisses were less hungry but still every bit as passionate. Right down to the way she moaned his name as Sun slid right back inside her soaked core. Ilia could feel every inch of him glide effortlessly through her in great detail. Somehow he felt bigger than earlier.

“Are you okay?” He could feel her quiver in his arms.

“I’m good. Not so fast this time okay? I want this to last.” It was the truth, but Ilia couldn’t bring herself to mention that she wouldn’t be able to withstand another intense round. It was already challenging to not cum on the spot. Sun listened to her request, rolling his hips into her like waves swaying a boat. “Yeah. Like that.” She gasped, hugging him. Her legs looked locked around his lower back before getting washed away in the moment. She felt her lips graze his again multiple times, continuously demanding attention.

Sun laughed as he felt Ilia’s hands comb through his hair. The moans she tried hiding were all to clear for him. As was her trembling pussy. With each move, he felt her clench tighter and kiss a little deeper. “Cumming again?” Just asking made Ilia hold on tightly. “I’m close too. Cum if you need to.”

“No.” Her voice whined, happily tired. “I wanna cum with you.” The weight of his cock pressed straight down into her, throbbing immensely in a way that made her overwhelmingly weak. His raspy breathing hit her ear.

“I love you.” Sun gasped, his limit finally reached. He pressed his hips right up against Ilia’s, burying his cock in her as he came. Ilia’s limps clung to him for dear life. The way he felt her insides wring him out as Ilia let out a voiceless cry sent him completely over the edge.

Ilia desperately wanted to return his words but try as she might, all she could was hold him close while her body let her orgasm rush through her body, and even down Sun’s shaft. She could still feel it giving her everything it had until it finally stopped, softening enough to slip out of her. Her legs finally freed her blonde, but his body remained on her; Sun’s head on her chest while he still groaned from the pleasure. He didn’t meet her gaze but his arms still held her close. Ilia could see his ears burn bright red. Giggling to herself, Ilia rubbed the top of his head. Now he was embarrassed?

“Sigh, so needy, but who am I to talk?” Ilia put her other arm around him. “I love you too.”

xxxxx

After a well deserved and comforting moment in her arms, Sun sat at the dinner table across from her. A little embarrassed from earlier, he wanted to talk to Ilia but the girl silently stuffed her face with pasta and avoided his gaze. He wanted to believe his cooking was just that good but the fact her skin was still pink gave him other thoughts.

“Maybe I went a little overboard this time?” Watching her flustered face pout from his actions was always cute, but he did feel a little guilty. After all…he did go for all of her this time around. “Ummm.” He didn’t know what to say.

Ilia traced her fork around the plate. By no means was she upset at him. It was just hard to say anything when what happened was on repeat in her head. For both their sakes she worked up the will to speak. “Two weeks.”

“Huh?” Sun watched Ilia’s cheeks get redder. “Two weeks?”

“Yeah. That’s how long I have left until my community service is officially down. So….maybe we should celebrate? A proper vacation, just you and me.” Her eyes finally met his, “I want it too ya know? Being with you more I mean. I…can’t think of anything better; coming home to see you here made me really happy. So let’s plan a long vacation together.”

Sun got up from his seat and walked over to her. Ilia could see the joy in his eyes and the gentle smile on his face made her lips curl up. She closed eyes, already knowing he was going to kiss her. It was just as lovely as all the others that came before and would be as incredible as the ones bound to come after. She opened her eyes to look up at him, his forehead against hers.

“Let’s do it.” He cuffed the side of her face, watching her lean into it. “Ilia?”

“Hmmm?”

“I don’t think I can let you sleep tonight.”

Honestly, what was she going to do with him? It was like his love was spilling over, and so was hers.

“Okay❤️”

[maddiwrites]

Secret Lives (Part 3)

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: You and JJ never got along so your friends trap the two of you on a boat in the middle of the marsh to work it out. Only it doesn’t go as planned. 

Note: Hey guys! Remember this little series I wrote? A lot of people asked for a part three and I truly had no plans to write one, but I came up with one for you if you if guys are even still interested, who knows. I don’t know how I feel about it. Kinda seems dramatic of me, but oh well. Its been in my drafts for forever so I’m finally posting it. Let me know!! If I tagged you, its because you were tagged in part 2 or asked to be tagged in part 3! 

Word count: 6k

Warnings: mentions of abuse, drugs, violence, and death

 Part 1   Part 2    Masterlist

The relationship you and JJ had transpired into something no one saw coming. Your friends thought your friendship was unsalvageable after what happened when they trapped you in the middle of the marsh with one another. You had reached your breaking point and they didn’t think you’d ever come back to them. But you did. Not only did you come back to them, but you came back to JJ. 

The two of you, once closed off around each other, were now inseparable. You spent almost every day together. You followed him around his work schedule and he snuck through your window any chance he got because he didn’t want to spend one night without you. Your family was surprisingly very accepting of JJ. Your mother was first worried, knowing how men on the Cut can grow into something/someone no parent would want for their daughter. And Andrew knew of Luke Maybank from word of mouth and was afraid JJ might be just like him. But the first night you invited him to dinner at your house, your parents welcomed him into your family. He was polite, mature, and personable throughout the whole meal. You remembered that night well. The morning of, he  called you panicking because he didn’t know what to wear. You told him to wear whatever he wanted, but he was afraid the Kildare County T shirt and cargo shorts wouldn’t send the right message. So you took him shopping on the mainland. Together you took the ferry and made him play dress up in stores you knew he couldn’t afford. He felt bad that you were paying for his new wardrobe, but you promised it was something you wanted to do because you would do anything to make him feel better about this night. That night he came to your door with a bouquet of flowers for your mother and a bottle of Scotch he told Andrew his dad bought for him for that night. Your little sister absolutely adored him, barely giving him enough time to kiss you hello or goodbye. 

You and JJ were more alike than either of you could even imagine. Your temper wasn’t as short as JJ’s, but you weren’t afraid of a fight when it presented itself to you. Your mother always said that’s what happens when you grow up on the Cut. You learn to fight for what you want and need. Most of the time JJ liked that about you. Seeing you standing up for yourself was a huge turn on to him and he felt prideful when onlookers would watch impressed because they didn’t expect a girl from Figure Eight to fight like that. He never let it get physical though even though he always thought it would be hot to see you in a cat fight with some rich bitch from your school. He cared too much about you to let you get hurt. 

You and JJ have another similarity no one outside of the Pogues know about. Although you hate it more than anything, you and JJ live through the trauma of having an abusive father. As if dealing with your father alone wasn’t stressful enough, he created a few fights between you and your boyfriend. JJ was constantly on your case when you were hiding a new bruise or silently frustrated from a previous conversation with your father. You tried not to find it overbearing because JJ was just concerned. You promised you’d stop seeing your father. It was easier for you than for JJ because you had another family to fall back on. A loving mother, a generous step father, and a boisterous little sister. The perfect family. Which is why you felt so guilty that they didn’t seem like enough. ‘Cause it didn’t matter how much money Andrew had, or if he said he loved you like his own, or that he promised you he would never hurt your mother on the day he proposed. He wasn’t your real dad. Your real dad was out there, living in filth and drugs. Without a second income, he couldn’t pay his bills or own a car to drive himself to work every day. He blamed that on you and your mother and you fell for his pity party every single time. 

JJ knew when you were lying. You’d wearing more clothes on the days you were hiding your skin and quieter on the days when you were thinking back to the hateful things your father yelled at you the day before. He hated that there was someone out there laying their hands on you and there was nothing he could do about it. JJ knew the kind of damage that could happen if he tried to physically intervene and it didn’t work. Every time he brought it up, it would only start a heated argument. You would bring up his own father and how JJ wouldn’t let you say anything to Luke, even on the days you two were face to face at Barry’s home with your own father. You hated that JJ thought he could come between you and your father, but you couldn’t do the same. It was hard to believe you two were using your own father’s against each other to prove a point.

Today was no different. It was sunny, cloudless day in the middle of the summer. Which meant the perfect boat day for you and your Pogues. John B was excited to fish, JJ and Pope were excited to swim, Kie to tan. And you? Well you weren’t excited all at. Because last night was a particularly bad night between you and your dad. 

He had taken you out to Barry’s again, forcing you to come inside so he could show you off like his own personal wallet. He drained you of another four hundred dollars after Barry threatened to shoot your father in the head if he didn’t get his money. And you hesitated. Not because you wanted your father to die, but because you had never had a gun pointed at another person in your vicinity. Ever. But that’s not how your dad took it. When you dropped him off, he had you come inside so he could give you his unpaid utility bills. When you least expected it, your dad shoved you hard into the countertop, the corner of it jabbing into your side. Even when you fell to the floor, your father didn’t stop kicking you in your stomach. He called you ungrateful and disloyal. He told you he wished you had never been born - how you ruin everything. You cried into the tiled floors until your dad tired himself out, grabbed a beer, and went to bed.

Your torso was covered in blue and purple bruises when you woke up. Even the warm water from you shower this morning felt like a million little needles pricking your skin.  You contemplated texting the Pogues, telling them you felt sick and that you couldn’t go today. But when you looked out the window and saw the perfect day, you didn’t want to miss out on the sun or a day out with your friends. Your father’s taken a lot from you, but you wouldn’t let him take this.

You wore a one piece bathing suit you had no intention of showing anyone today. JJ greeted you first when the Pogue pulled up to your dock. His arm wrapped around your waist, his hand lightly squeezing your side. You inevitably flinched but forced out a giggle to make it look like JJ had only tickled you. Not hurt you. No one thought anything of it. No one but JJ. He watched you with a narrowed gaze as you said your hellos to the others and popped a squat next to Kie and Sarah.

When John B docked the boat, everyone immediately undressed to get into the cool water.

“C’mon, babe. You’re my partner for Chicken,” JJ walked up to you, the two of you the only ones on the boat.

You looked up and admired his shirtless, toned body. His tan skin glowed against the North Carolina sun and you couldn’t understand how you got so lucky to call him yours.

Then you remembered your predicament and looked out towards your friends to avoid his stare. “I’m not feeling that great today, J.”

“What’s wrong?” JJ asked but he didn’t need to. He already knew what was wrong. He just wanted to see if you would lie about it again.

“Just nauseous,” you said, “I think I ate some bad eggs this morning or something.”

“Some bad eggs, huh?” JJ scoffed.

“JJ...” you sighed. You knew he didn’t buy your lame excuse. You wouldn’t either if it was the other way around.

“You went to see him again, didn’t you?” It wasn’t a question it was a statement.

“Can we not do this here? Please.” You practically begged. You knew this argument could get heated. It usually always did. Neither of you meant to get mad at one another. In the end, it was your dad who was in the wrong. But you guys didn’t like seeing the other one hurt. It was both frustrating and exhausting.

JJ rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He dove into the water head first and swam out towards his friends.

You dropped your head on the boat’s steering wheel, your forehead thumping against it. You wished cutting ties with your dad was as it easy as it sounds. But now you know that Barry would kill your dad if you didn’t show up for him with the money he owed. And you couldn’t let that happen. It would feel like murdering your own father.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

A week later, you found yourself at another boneyard party with your friends. You tried your best to enjoy the night despite your boyfriend giving you the cold shoulder. He was still mad about the incident on the boat. The two of you fought about it when you got back to the Chateau. He knew you were holding something back from him. And you were. You never mentioned Barry or the drugs or the gun to him. As far as JJ knew, you paid your dad’s bills and took him out to lunch every once in a while. And you wanted to keep it this way - afraid of what he might think knowing you were spending time with not only a notorious drug dealer, but his own father.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” you tell Kie as the two of you watched JJ and John B play beer pong against two Tourons.

She nodded and kept her eyes trained on the winning Pogues.

Before you reached the keg, a hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd, towards the water. When you looked up at who it was, you ripped your hand away and glared at the blonde Kook.

“Y/N -“

“What the hell do you want, Rafe?” You could tell he was high. His eyes wouldn’t stop flickering back between yours, his balance was off, and his pupils were dilated.

“I - I screwed up. I don’t have the money - I didn’t make enough money for Barry’s blow. He’s gonna kill me.”

“Hey, hey. Calm down,” you looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

“You need to help me. You need to sell this -“ he tried shoving small baggies into your hands but you pulled yourself away like he was offering your a lit flame.

“Are you out of your mind. Put that away!”

“I wasn’t - wasn’t keeping track of how many people were using my shit. And then there was this girl -“

“Rafe, I can’t do this.”

“JJ can help. Yeah? His dad -“

“JJ stays out of this,” you took another step towards him so you were face to face with the Kook and he could see how serious you were, even through his high state of mind. “You hear me? JJ’s nothing like his dad and I swear to god I’ll kill you first if you say anything to him.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Rafe raised his voice, frustrated that he couldn’t come up with any other ideas of how he was supposed to get his money back.

“Hey!” You froze when another voice broke you and Rafe apart. JJ walked up from behind you and pointed his finger at the Kook. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get away from her.”

You let JJ pull you behind him but kept your eyes on Rafe, trying to warn him from saying anything to your already fired up boyfriend.

Rafe sniffled and took a step back. “Nothing, dude. Relax. Okay?”

“Didn’t look like nothing.”

“Rafe was just leaving,” you said and kept your eyes on Rafe.

“Y/N, you don’t understand. Barry -“

“Rafe!”

JJ’s head snapped in your direction and his brows furrowed in confusion. He knew that name. His dad’s mentioned that name before. It’s usually followed by coke prices.

Rafe just glared at you. “If I die, it’s on you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked down at the sand as Rafe walked away. JJ slowly turned to look at you as his brain scrambled to put the pieces together.

“Y/N...”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You said quickly.

“How do you know Barry?” JJ pushed. He didn’t care if you didn’t want to talk about it. He was tired of letting you push him away.

“He’s my dad’s dealer, J. We’ve been over this.” You tried walking away from him but he grabbed your wrist to make you look at him.

“You been to his house?” JJ asked. When you didn’t answer, he took a step back and looked at you incredulously. “You work for him now?”

You glared at him. “Of course not!”

“Then -“

“My dad makes me pay for his shit, okay? And I can’t stop or else Barry will kill him.” You snapped. Tears pricked at your waterline and threatened to fall.

“Barry won’t kill -“

“He pointed a gun at his head the other day! I was there! I had to scoff up hundreds of dollars to save his life.” You shook your head. “And that still wasn’t enough to save myself from a stupid beating. So please stop telling me how much easier it is for me to escape him. Stop telling me how lucky I am to have such a great family to rely on. Because I don’t! If I don’t help my dad out, I might as well sign his death warrant myself.”

JJ’s heart physically cracked in his chest at the sight of you. You were falling apart. Here at a boneyard party, where you should be having fun and forgetting about your problems. But instead he pushed you too far, and although he was relieved to finally hear the truth from you, he wished it had been in the privacy of your home or the Chateau. When he looked over your shoulder, he saw the worried looks of the Pogues looking at them. He didn’t know if he heard them, but he hoped they hadn’t. He still needed time to process this without the pestering questions from his friends. Even if they meant well.

“Okay,” JJ said softly. “Okay. I won’t say anything. I’m sorry. Can we just - “ he sighed. “Can we just go back to the Chateau? I just wanna hold you.”

You sniffled and meekly nodded your head. You were angry and frustrated. But not at him. At Rafe. At your own father. At the world. And you just wanted your boyfriend too.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

That night, you fell asleep pretty fast. From your sore body, to the sleepless nights thinking about Barry and his threats, and the warmth of JJ’s body held against you, your exhausted state quickly took over you. You felt like you could sleep for hours.

JJ, however, did not. He stared up at the blank ceiling with his forearm tucked under his head as his other arm stayed wrapped around you. He couldn’t stop picturing you at Barry’s home with a bunch of old low lifes, scared and innocent. He wondered if his dad was ever there - if he ever said anything to you.

He hated that there wasn’t anything he could do for you unless your dad was gone.

Gone.

And idea popped into his head like someone flicked a light switch on in his brain. He turned his head, back and forth, looking for your phone. When he found it charging on his night stand, he stretched his arm out for it, careful not to wake up your sleeping figure.

He secretly knew your passcode after subtly watching you type it in a couple weeks ago.

His fingers tapped against your screen until he found the app he was looking for. Glancing down at you one last time, he shared your location with his phone.

When you squirmed in his embrace, JJ quickly put the phone back where he found it and pretended to be asleep in case you peeked an eye open at him. He hoped you didn’t feel his heart racing against his rib cage or his uneven breaths. He knew if you found out what he was doing, you’d be pissed. But before he fell asleep, he promised he was going to do anything necessary to keep you safe.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

On the day JJ knew you were going to be busy all day babysitting your neighbor’s kids, he rode his bike to Kildare County’s police station. He stared at the entrance for a long couple of seconds, hating every second of being in near proximity to this place. Basically going against every natural instinct he had to stay away and not trust the police.

But he was doing this for you.

He walked in, ignoring the couple of looks from officers he’s encountered over the years. They were mostly surprised he wasn’t being forced through the doors with his hands cuffed behind his back.

“I need to see Sheriff Peterkin, please.” JJ says politely.

The older woman looked JJ up and down. “Do you have an appointment?”

“It’s the fucking police station. Since when do you have to make appointments? You assume people are just gonna know when an emergency is going to happen?”

“Look kid -“

“JJ.” JJ turned and relief washed over him when he saw Sheriff Peterkin in the hallway looking at him confused but also concerned.

“I need your help.” JJ admitted. He hated cops. Probably always will. But he trusted Sheriff Peterkin. She’s always tried to help John B through his DCS struggles. She actually cared about what he wanted and never took the easy way out just to make her work load lighter. She remembered why she took the oath every day.

Peterkin never really liked the Maybank kid in particular, but she was able to see something in him pretty much every cop couldn’t. She saw the loyalty and the determination his friends saw. She could tell he didn’t want to grow up to be like his father.

She led him into her office and shut the door behind them for privacy. She gestured towards the seat in front of her desk and asked him to explain what was going on.

JJ’s mouth moved a hundred miles per minute. He told her how your mother didn’t know you would sneak out to see your dad despite the custody agreement. He mentioned the bills he made you pay and the bruises he would leave you despite your efforts to help him. He teared up when he mentioned his own dad - and how his father and your father had the same dealer. How your dad would make you go inside Barry’s home and use you like a a community bank account. He even told her about the gun Barry threatened to use on your dad right in front of you.

“Why are you tell me all of this?” Peterkin says slowly. She studied the boy in front of her who was slowly falling apart and felt sympathetic for the young blonde. It didn’t take a genius to know why JJ was telling her this.

“Because...y/n... she has a heart of gold,” JJ sniffled. “She won’t leave her dad behind to be homeless or killed because that man is her blood. It doesn’t matter if he beats her black and blue. She always goes back because she thinks she owes him.” He sighs. “I want him gone. I don’t care what you do to him. Arrest him, kill him. I don’t really care. Although the second choice sounds more strategic -“

“JJ -“

“And I don’t want her getting in any sort of legal trouble because it’s not her fault. She doesn’t do drugs or deal them or anything like that. She just stands there and watches her dad blow his money on coke and who knows what else. And her mom? Her mom has no clue what’s going on but it’s not her fault. Y/n is really good at hiding her pain. She forces a smile every day and -“ JJ’s breath hitched in his throat when he thought about how you faked your happiness every single day and how a girl like you should never feel as worthless as you do. “Her mom’s a good mom. And I don’t want people blaming her or taking Y/n away from her because they think she can’t control her -“

“Hey, look at me,” Peterkin says softly. She wanted to reach over the desk and squeeze his hand to comfort him. “I understand.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I remember having to visit their home when Mrs. Y/L/N was still married to him. Y/N mother’s a good woman. I wouldn’t let anyone come between them.”

“What about her dad? I tried convincing her to never see him again but she won’t do it. She’s afraid Barry will kill him.”

“I can’t bust into Barry’s home without probable cause -“

JJ stood up. “That’s bullshit! You know -“

“Without probable cause or evidence that proves Barry is holding drugs or being violent, I can’t barge into that home.”

“That’s -“

“Here,” Peterkin writes her number down on a post it note and hands it to JJ. “Without probable cause, I can’t arrest Barry and the men who work or buy from him.” She stared at JJ, hoping the boy will understand her hidden message. She points at the post it in JJ’s hands. “Now. If you need anything from me. Call that number and I will find you.”

JJ looked down at the number and slowly nodded his head, understanding what he would have to do.

“And JJ -“ the blonde turned. “Be aware of where your father is when you call me. I dont want you ending up in the same situation as your friend John B if that’s not where you want to be.”

JJ nodded. “Thank you Sheriff Peterkin.”

Peterkin nodded and walked him out of the station.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Three days later, JJ met his friends at the Wreck for lunch. He slowed his pace when he noticed the seat next to Pope wasn’t occupied and neither was the one next to Kie. 

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked them.

Kie looked at the others with furrowed brows. They all got the same text. The one where Y/N apologetically told them that something came up and wouldn’t be able to hang out today. They thought JJ would have known that. 

“She said she couldn’t make it,” Kie says. “We thought you knew.”

“Did she say why?” 

Pope shrugged. “Just that something came up.”

JJ ripped his phone out of his back pocket and scrolled through his messages with you. You didn’t text him - you didn’t even answer his good morning text. He knew what this meant. You didn’t like to lie, so you’re way of dodging questions you didn’t want to answer honestly is to make sure no one can ask you them. By avoiding them all together. JJ knew that. It made sense to him. 

“JJ, what’s going on?” John B asked his friends, recognizing the look on his best friend’s face. He was furious but also anxious. His leg hasn’t stopped bouncing up and down since he asked where you were. 

JJ clicked on the app that showed your location and saw you were deep into the south side of the Cut. He recognized the area of his father’s drug dealer. 

“We gotta go,” JJ stood up and motioned for his friends to follow. “Now. JB, you bring the Twinkie?”

“Yeah, but...” John B stuttered as he grabbed his stuff off the table. “What’s going on?”

“We're saving my girl from that douche bag she calls a father,” JJ says. “For good.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

John B pulled the Twinkie to the curb outside of Barry’s house, making sure to use the trees to hide his vehicle. The Pogues immediately recognized your car parked in Barry’s driveway. Confusion bubbled through their heads, but rage ignited in JJ’s.

“Why is she here?” Kie asked. 

JJ didn’t answer. He picked up his phone and clicked on Peterkin’s name. “It’s JJ.” The Pogues paused as they listened to JJ to talk to the Sheriff. “I -” He stopped when the sound of a gun shot being fired silenced all of them into panic. 

“JJ -” Peterkin called for him but JJ didn’t answer. He dropped the phone so fast and sprinted out of the van, towards the house. He didn’t care what kind of danger he was running into. He just knew he had to get you out of it. 

JJ ignored the calls from his best friends behind him as he ripped open the screen door. He stopped, looking left, right, up, down - anywhere for you.

He heard the commotion coming from Barry’s living room along with shouting and glass smashing. The first person he saw was Barry holding a gun up to the ceiling, pointed at the hole he left above him only seconds ago. He was glaring in the direction of you and your father, barely taking notice of the new kid in his home. Luke Maybank was the first to notice his son and narrowed his eyes in his direction. JJ gulped nervously - he didn’t know if it was because he was afraid of the guy with the gun or his dad. But what he feared the most was you not being okay.

Your eyes grew wide with fear when you saw the new face. You looked between JJ and Barry nervously, not knowing how Barry would react to the new member in his house. He was already pissed as it is, threatening to shoot you in front of your dad because neither of you could fork over the money your dad owed Barry. He was getting tired of the same old bullshit, and Rafe didn’t help. He stood silently in the corner with his fingers racked through his hair.

“Who the fuck are you?” Barry pointed the gun at JJ when he finally noticed him. 

“Hey, hey, hey, he’s good!” Luke came closer to Barry and said, “That’s my son.”

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Barry asked him. 

Luke looked past Barry at JJ for an answer he couldn’t give him. JJ glanced from Barry, to his dad, to you and gulped again as he tried to come up with answer. That’s when you understood what was going on. He was following you. 

You didn’t know if you should be mad or not. All you could focus on was the gun in Barry’s hand that’s still pointed in JJ’s direction. 

“Look, kid,” Your dad said to Barry, gaining his attention all over again. “I’ll make it up to you.” He put his hand on your shoulder and shoved you slightly forward. “You want to have her for the night? She’s all yours.”

Your head snapped in your father’s direction with your mouth open agape. Did your dad seriously just try to pimp you out? You felt betrayed, vile, used, and worthless. This isn’t something you do when you love your kid.

JJ seethed and clenched his hands in fists, ready to rock the shit out of your dad. “You son of a bitch -”

Luke, however, caught him in time, holding him by the arm and pulling him away from your dad. JJ tried fighting him off to get to your dad or you - to get you out of this entire home. He saw the scared look on your face and it made him want to set the entire house on fire. He’d do anything to protect you - to keep you safe. And right now, he thought he was failing. 

Then, red and blue lights flashed through the open windows, followed by loud sirens. Barry crossed the room to stand next to you and your father and looked out the window. When he saw the cops, he immediately swiveled around to point his gun at your boyfriend. 

“You called the fucking cops?” Barry sneered. 

“Stop!” You yelled to try and get Barry’s attention and away from JJ. 

You dad tried to use Barry’s distraction to his advantage and snuck up behind him to try and reach for the gun. Barry spun around and tried pulling his wrist away from your dad’s grip. As they fought for the gun and an upper hand, you ran across the room for JJ who immediately wrapped his arms around your waist. He kissed the top of your head and motioned for the front door, mumbling about leaving.

You nodded and grasped his hand in yours. When he turned to lead you out of there, another shot rang out and you flinched closer to JJ as he ducked and pulled your head down with his arms and shields your body with his. 

You heard a thump and the floor vibrated under your feet. 

“Shit -”

“Fuck -”

“What did you do that for -”

“Jerry? Hey! Jerry!”

Everything kind of moved in slow motion after that. You turned around to see what had happened and that’s when you saw your dad laying on the floor with a puddle of blood growing around his body. Your feet moved faster than your brain did to get to your dad. 

JJ tried reaching for you but you swiveled out of his grip and dropped to your knees in front of your dad’s body. His eyes were closed and his mouth open. You placed your hands on top of the wound in his stomach to get it to stop bleeding. You cried. You didn’t know why you were crying but you did. Hard and heavy, barely able to get your own breaths in. You didn’t pay attention to Rafe fleeing from the backyard, or Barry being stopped by the cops who stormed into the house with guns raised. You barely felt JJ place his hands on your shoulders to try and coax you up. All you saw and could feel was your dad’s dead body and his blood on your hands. 

“Honey,” You felt another set of hands touch your back as they knelt down next to you. You didn’t look at her but recognized the familiar voice. “He’s gone. It’s over.”

“No -” You voice was barely above a whisper. 

“I’m sorry. Let’s get you cleaned up. Okay?” 

Sheriff Peterkin nodded at JJ to help you up and lead you out of the house. He was  finally able to pull you up from your knees and placed a comforting hand on your lower back. 

Your friends watched from the barricade the police set up around the house. When they saw you, all of them either started to panic or cry. They thought your were hurt until JJ nodded at them to tell them you were okay. But they could see in your face you were anything but okay.

Another cop lead you to the back of an ambulance. You don’t even look at Luke being handcuffed next to Barry or Rafe disappearing in the trees. All you can think about is your dad. 

The EMT did a quick check up on you after realizing the blood on your hands was in fact not yours. Then they took a quick look at JJ and asked if there was someone they could call for you.

“My mom -” You whispered. 

The EMT nodded. “Do you have a number?”

You told the EMT her number and waited patiently as she walked away to call her. When the two of you were alone, JJ turned to look at you and reached out for your hands and held them in his lap. He rubbed his thumb up and down over the back of your hand and waited for you to say something. He didn’t know if any words could make this right. He didn’t know how to comfort you after you just witnessed your dad died. It didn’t matter if you hated him or not. You literally watched him take his last breath. Your own flesh and blood. That shit’s traumatizing. 

“I’m sorry,” JJ said when he realized you were not going to say anything. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just - I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“This is my fault.”

“No,” JJ shook his head. “No. It’s not your fault. It’s Barry’s. He was the one with the gun -”

“I should’ve walked away. From my dad. From all of this.” A single tear rolled down your cheek. “I enabled him. I allowed it to get this far.”

“You were doing what you thought was best for your dad.”

“I got him killed -”

“He did this to himself, Y/N. You were more than the perfect daughter. You literally couldn't be more perfect if you tried.” JJ wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer into his side and kissed the top of your head. “He didn’t deserve you. There’s nothing you could have done to prevent this.”

You cried into his shoulder, letting the sobs wrack through your body and your heart tear into millions of pieces. JJ held you tightly against him and whispered comforting words in your ears. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

JJ stood by you through your grieving process - through the good and the bad. He’s took your harsh words with a grain a salt when he noticed you were just trying to pick a fight, he held you when you cried into your pillow in the middle of the night, he was by your side for a hand to hold when you told your mother what happened and why you were at Barrys for the millionth time, and he was there to tell you he will always be there for you when you think he’s just going to up and leave like your dad did.

After your dad’s funeral, you stood in front of his tombstone with a solemn expression. Your dad was a piece of shit and didn’t deserve your love, money, and attention. You wished you could go back and time and never give it to him. At least that way you wouldn’t feel all these complicated emotions that made no sense. Love, hate, grief, relief. You didn’t know how to feel. 

Coming up behind you was JJ. He weaved his fingers with yours and kissed your temple. You couldn’t believe there was ever a day where JJ Maybank was your enemy. You didn’t think you’d be able to get through this without him.

“JJ,” You said and looked up at him. “Thank you.”

JJ nodded. “I love you.” He would never admit this, but he was glad you dad was dead. Because now he knew you were safe. 

“I love you more.”

JJ shook his head. “Impossible.”

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The Second Wielder

Summary: After spending 6 years of being in love with her best friend, Ben Tennyson. Jenny had finally won his heart and were happily dating. Right when they thought they were living their best lives, Gwen and Kevin go off to college, leaving the two omnitrix wielders on their own with a new partner, Rook Blonko. Watch as the trio save the universe countless more times together and tackle the hurdles tossed towards their way.

Part 1

-> The More Things That Change Pt.1

An explosion erupts from somewhere in the forest, fire everywhere on the ground. Four arms was fighting as he got punched by a black alien, glowing orange lines scattered across the body with no face.

Malware.

Malware jumped into the air and went to throw a punch at the red alien, but four arms dodged, making his fist hit the ground instead.

He then placed both his hands onto the ground as strange black mixed orange burst out from the ground, heading towards Four arms. One of the rocks bursts out from below him, slamming into his chest as he was thrown into the air and into some trees.

Four arms stood up, the trees in front of him exploded by a red laser as Malware walked towards him. He then blasted another from the circle on the center of his “face” at Four Arms, but he jumped up to avoid it, falling to the floor afterward.

“All right, fine. I wanted to do this the easy way but the hard way is okay, too.” Four Arms said, standing up from the ground as he punched his fist. He then ran up to a tree, ripped it out of the ground and held it in his hands like a bat. Malware ran closer to him as he jumped into the air towards him.

“Fore! Arms.” Four Arms chuckled at his little joke he made and swinged the tree at Malware. But it didn’t go as planned as the tree went straight through his stomach.

“This is the great Ben Tennyson, bearer of one of the Omnitrixes, savior of the Univ--” Before Malware could finish his sentence, Four Arms swung the head of the tree at Malware, successfully hitting him into more trees.

Malware then laid against a tree as Four Arms walked up to him, “And don’t you forget it, buddy. You think you’re the only Galvanic Mechamorph we’ve ever dealt with? Pfft. It’s gonna take a lot more to surprise me.”

“Indeed.” The Galvanic alien suddenly spoke, surprising Four Arms, and placed his hand on top of the Omnitrix’s faceplate on Four Arm’s shoulder as the faceplate started glowing a neon green color. Four Arms groans, falling to the ground by the Galvanic alien holding him down and pressing onto the faceplate until it stopped glowing green.

Malware lets Four Arms fall to the floor as loud beeping was heard from the faceplate. Once the beeping is finished, Four Arm’s whole body automatically glows green as his body shrunk down into a small human body. There, on the ground, was a human boy with brown hair, green eyes and wore a black-striped, white shirt with short sleeves, military green cargo pants with side pockets and black and white sneakers with black stripes.

There was something on his wrist, it looked very big wristwatch, primarily black and grey in color with a grey or black dial in the middle, like a watch face, which has a green hourglass shape; The Omnitrix. Ben gasps, noticing he was human and groans.

“Aw, man!”

He then repeatedly presses the faceplate of the Omnitrix in order to turn into another alien, but it was powered down.

“Any last pithy quips or clever observations before I destroy you, Ben Tennyson?” The Galvanic alien threatened, towering over the eleven years old.

“Yeah, if you don’t want to regret ever living, I suggest you leave my best friend alone, Malware!” An angry young feminine voice shouts.

Realizing who it was, Ben and Malware looked at the source of the voice and saw a young girl, who looked around eleven. She had short straight brown hair and fierce violet eyes. She wore a black and white flannel over a black tank top with a pair of shorts and sneakers. There was also a watch on her left wrist that’s similar to Ben’s, but this one has a purple hourglass shape; The second Omnitrix.

“Ah, Jennifer Jane.The bearer of the second Omnitirx.” Malware said. “Finally, I was wondering where you were hiding.”

Jennifer glared as the corner of her mouth lifted as she held up her left arm, switched around the alien selector on the Omnitrix, then slammed her palm onto the faceplate. A purple light illuminates from the watch as her body glowed neon purple, transforming into a big black alien with a feminine body, one neon purple eye on its face, had two long cord-like plugs hung from the back of it’s head and the fingers were like plugs as well.

“Yes! Feedback!” Jenny exclaimed in her distorted voice.

“Hey, don’t take all the action, Jen!” Ben exclaimed as his watch beeped and turned green, ready to be used again. He slammed his hand onto the faceplate, a green light illuminating from the Omnitrix as he turned into a male version of Feedback.

They stood side by side as Malware charged at them and threw a punch at them. But Jenny caught it with her hand and Ben kicked him away. Then they stabbed their plug fingers into the Galvanic alien and he screamed in pain.

Their plug antennas stabbed into his hand, electricity sparked from him as the Duo sucked in the electricity. With the enough energy they took from Malware, they took out their plugs, charged up the energy and blasted a large ray of electricity at Malware, blasting him far away from them.

The Duo high fives in victory and Ben shouts,

“He shoots, he scores!” He jumped into the air and made a basketball shooting pose. Beeping was then heard from the two as green illuminated from Ben and purple illuminated from Jenny, transforming back into their human forms. When he transformed back to normal, Ben had jumped into the air and his eyes widened.”ah!” He yelped, falling onto his butt, but then used his arms to propel himself back onto his feet as Jenny giggled. “Yeah! You better run! Oww.” Ben shouts, pointing a finger at where Malware went, but then groans and rubs his butt with his hands as Jenny had a smile as she sighed.

“Dork.”

| FIVE YEARS LATER |

“Yeah, you better run!” A sixteen year old boy shouts with a smirk on his face. The boy had brown hair and green eyes and wore a black shirt that has a green stripe in the middle with a white 10 and green stripes on the sides of his shirt.

He wore brown cargo pants with pockets at the knees and green and white shoes. The Omnitrix is now a wrist watch. It’s faceplate is now square instead of round and has a white and green color stripes forming an outline for the hourglass of the intergalactic peace symbol. Ben Tennyson.

A sixteen year old girl with long brown hair and violet eyes wore a similar shirt, only it was a long sleeved, but with purple instead of green, light blue jean shorts with pockets and purple and white sneakers. The Omnitrix was similar to Ben’s but with purple instead of green, it still functioned the same way as the other Omnitrix, with the faceplate sliding back and the Omnitrix’s core to reveal. Jennifer Jane.

It was a dark night in the city of Bellwood. The Duo, along with Ben’s cousin; Gwen and Kevin were chasing after Zombozo. He had just robbed a brain bank and took a glass container filled with water and a brain- to the disgust of Jenny.

He jumped from one building to another as the team followed him. A pink orb was casted in Gwen’s hands as she threw magical pink orbs at Zombozo. But the zombie clown dodged each one then jumped off the building and crashed into the next window of a building as Gwen created a bridge to the broken window as they rushed towards Zombozo as Gwen threw another orb at the Zombie clown, causing him to accidentally throw the glass container in the air.

“I got it!” Kevin shouts out, running up to catch the container in his arms. Once he caught it, he slid on the ground and knocked Zombozo off his feet.

“Really, Zombozo? What kind of sicko steals from a brain bank?” Gwen questioned, raising a brow as Jenny cringed at the sight of the brain.

“Why does Bellwood even have a brain bank?” Kevin asked, standing up from the ground and held the glass container in one hand.

“That’s what I thought too! Why even keep brains locked up in a vault?.” Jenny agreed.

The team was distracted for a few moments and Zombozo took this opportunity. He outstretched his arm to grab the container and stood up on his feet.

“Thank you, my boy. A mind is a terrible thing to waste.”

He then ran to the window and jumped out, boasting himself by the awning hanging above the building’s entrance and jumping into the street. An incoming truck honks as it curves, then stops in front of the Zombie clown.

Zombozo then took off as Ben and Jenny jumped out of the window, using the awning too and jumped into the air.

“Come on, give us something good!” Ben exclaimed as they slammed their palms onto their Omnitrixes, green and purple illuminated from the watches as they transformed into a new alien with a magnet-like body, Lodestar. Jenny’s alien form was more feminine than Ben’s.

“Not what I was going for, but I could work with this.” Ben spoke in a gruff static voice.

Kevin then jumped out of the window and landed on top of the truck. He placed his hands onto the surface as his whole body turned to steal.

“On it!” Kevin shouted as he jumped towards the Duo. The Duo’s magnetic hands glowed as they used the magnetic force to boast Kevin. Kevin jumped onto Ben’s hand as he threw him towards the zombie clown. Flying towards him, he grabbed onto him and knocked him out.

The zombie clown gasped when he noticed he dropped the glass container.

“My brain! I’m losing my mind!” He stood up and went to grab it but Kevin jumped at him again and brought him to the ground. Zombozo kicks him off of him, twirling on his hand then jumping onto his feet.

He went towards the glass container once more, but Gwen threw a pink magic orb at him, knocking him away. He stood up onto his feet, outstretched his hand as he grabbed the container then kicked Kevin in the side.

Suddenly, a strong magnetic force began pulling on the glass container, coming from Jenny’s magnetic claw. The magnetic force was powerful, pulling the container out of Zombozo’s hands as Jenny held it in her claw. The zombie clown groans in disappointment, before slamming his face on the ground, causing a honk from his nose as Jenny realized she was holding a brain and cringed, throwing it towards Ben who caught it as he snickered.

“Three things I hate most.” She said. “Eeky stuff like brains, a zombie, and a clown. Such a good day, what could make it even better.” She sarcastically remarked.

____

In the distance, the sun was rising, peering from the gaps between buildings. The job was done. Zombozo groans, struggling to get out of the ropes tied around him.

A sad sigh escapes Jenny’s lips as they stand in front of Kevin and Gwen.

“You’re really leaving?” Jenny said sadly.

“Come on. You have to admit you love this stuff as much as we do. Gwen I can’t believe you’re actually going to leave.” Ben said.

“Yeah? Wouldn’t you skip a few grades of high school if you had some brains?” Kevin remarked making Ben grunt.

“There are plenty of colleges right here near Bellwood you could go to.” Ben tried to convince.

“Not quite the same as the Ivy League. I told you we’ve spent years saving the world. I just want to see some of what I’ve been saving.” Gwen reasoned.

“I know. I get it. Well, hurry back, Kevin! The troublesome trio is more than enough to take on whatever the universe brings out.” Ben said as Jenny nodded.

“Uh,” Kevin nervously chuckled. “I’m not coming back, Ben. I found a place near campus.”

“So this is goodbye?” Jenny asked.

“Of course not!” Gwen said. “There are holidays and semester breaks. And besides, you’re my cousin and you’re his girlfriend. Not like we’re never gonna see each other again. Right?”

“Right.” Jenny smiled softly.

“Later, man. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Count on it.” Ben said.

“Come to think of it, don’t do anything you usually do, either.” Kevin said to Ben before turning to Jenny. “And keep him out of trouble, I’m counting on you, Jennifer.”

“Always have, always will.” Jenny said.

“Take care of yourself, doofus.” Gwen said.

“You too, dweeb.” The two drove off as Ben and Jenny watched as they held hands with the container on the ground.

“What a touching moment.” Zombozo mocked from where he was tied up as Jenny glared at him. “Too bad you would have never caught me all by your lonesome.”

“Watch it, Zombozo. We don’t need a team to get a job done. We’re superheroes. We can do this alone as partners, no problem.” Ben stated, glaring at the Zombie clown before he realized something. “Why am I telling this to a crazy monster clown. Time to put my money where my mouth is.”

Suddenly, his stomach growled as Jenny giggled.

“Maybe put food where your mouth is.” Jenny giggled out, poking his arm as Ben chuckled.

“Yeah, let’s head over to Mr.Smoothy.” Ben wrapped his arm around her shoulder, kissing her cheek as Zombozo cringed.

“Keep it on the down low over there! Some of us here are single.” Zombozo growled as Ben glared at him.

“Shut it, jerkface.”

____

Ben sat in his driver seat as Jenny sat in the passenger's seat as she lost herself in thoughts. The two weren’t dating till a month ago after Julie broke up with Ben because of the feelings they had for each other.

Jenny had been in love with Ben for 6 years. And was incredibly hurt when he began to date another girl a year ago. She hid it of course, not wanting to upset her best friend. Julie was kind and talked it out with Jenny. Who would want to date a guy in love with another girl? And now here they are, happy with their relationship.

“Nah.” Ben said as he passed Mr.Smoothy. “It wouldn’t be the same without them.” Jenny nodded as she looked out the window as they arrived at Max’s Plumbing, Grandpa Max’s store.

The two entered the store, noticing Grandpa Max wasn’t in the store as they assumed he was in HQ below. They went to the back and turned on the light as they went to the bathroom. The two stepped into separate toilets and pulled the flush as a purple circle appeared under them as they went straight down on a platform.

They walked out of the elevator and looked around the large spacious area of the underground headquarters as they turned their head and smiled at each other as they held hands and walked to where Grandpa Max was. The stairs lowered down as Ben slid down on the railing using his hands as she slid down the railing using her bottom.

Grandpa Max saved her from her abusive aunt who killed her uncle and her escaped pet kitten.

Her parents died in a fire, her aunt blamed Jenny for the miracle that she survived the fire when she was only one years old. She would've been dead the summer she returned to her aunt’s clutches. Especially since she fought Malware head on since Ben went depressed after losing Feedback, she couldn't face how he was hurt and she fought in rage, weakening herself really badly.

Grandpa Max saved her when he came to her house to give Jenny her medicine since the battle she couldn't muster the energy to do anything. He came right when her aunt was abusing her for not being able to do things, due to her weak ill.

So Grandpa Max sent Jenny to live with a Plumber who can teach her how things should be while saving her childhood while she’s still young, (The plumber was human of course) She lived with Mrs.Sikowitz till she became old enough to live on her own.

She still lived next door to Ms.Sikowitz though, in case she needed anything.

Grandpa Max also helped them figure out how to get used to having an Omnitrix for years, She considered Grandpa Max as her own grandpa, the family she never had.

“Hey, just in time. Ben, Jenny.” Max, who always wore the same red Hawaiian flower shirt, greeted them as he held up a pot in his hands.

“Whatcha making?” Ben asked, stepping closer to the pot as the two both had a hungry look in their eyes.

“Zandurian Goulash.” Max lifts up the lid of the pot, only as three purple tentacles come out. One grabbed Ben, the other grabbed Jenny as they struggled to get out of it’s grips before Grandpa Max shot it with his ray gun. The tentacles let go of the two as it retreated back into the pot as Jenny groaned, touching her waist. “It’s fresh.”

“Uh, no thanks. I’m oddly...not hungry. Think we’re going to go back on patrol, right, Jen?” Jenny nodded with a nervous smile as they began to walk out.

“Guys, before you go I have something here that ought to cheer you both up.” He turned to the different drawers as he searched through them.

“Hey, we are cheerful. We’re psyched to go find some superhero action to get into.” Ben said before this time, both their stomachs growled.

“And something to eat, that’s not in the tentacle food group.” Jenny pitched in.

Finally finding what he needed, Max walked up to us with papers in his hands. “I just got the data in for your--”

Suddenly, an explosion rumbled from somewhere above us, shaking the entire room as a siren rings throughout the entire headquarters. They then ran to the center area, red lights shined throughout the room. They ran up to the large computer as the screen showed them where the explosion occurred.

“We got this.” Jenny declared, about to run to the elevator before Ben grabbed her arm with a determined look.

“No, I got this. Stay here with Grandpa Max.” Jenny’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at Ben in disbelief.

“What? No. We do it together. It’s how it always has been.” Ben shook his head.

“We don’t know what we’re facing, I want you here so I know at least that you’re safe.” Jenny opened her mouth to protest before noticing the pleading look in his eyes as she sighed in defeat.

“Okay.” Ben smiled thankfully and began to leave before Jenny ran to him. “Wait!” Ben turned as Jenny kissed him before letting him go. “For luck.” Ben smiled and kissed her forehead.

“I’ll be okay.”

“Wait for back-up. I’ll send an Alpha team.” Max said.

Once Ben stood in the elevator, he turned around to them with his signature smirk.

“Why need a team when I already have Jen?” The elevator doors closed as Jenny blushed before frowning.

Minutes passed as Jenny began pacing back and forth while trying to control her breathing. She was not used to this. No. She should be helping him. She can’t relax not knowing if Ben is getting hurt. What if he’s getting badly beaten? What if his Omnitrix put him as Gray matter or something and he’s in a major disadvantage and in need of saving? They're still getting used to these new Omnitrixes, anything could happen.

Grandpa Max who was typing something on the large computer before sighing and turning to Jenny who’s looking paler by every paranoid thought.

“You’re worried about Ben, aren’t you?” Jenny stopped her pacing- still furiously tapping her foot- as she nodded, unable to form words.

“He’s lucky to have you, I don’t think he’d survive these five years of aliens without you.” Jenny blushed and started to panic further. He never fought successfully without her! So he has to be in trouble! Grandpa Max realized his words had only made her even more worried and thought about what he can do to relax her, but there’s only one option. “Go, you must be itching to go after him.” Jenny smiled and sprinted out to the elevator and rushed to the sight.

“I’m so sorry, Ben.” She muttered. “But I can’t risk staying.”

____

Jenny ran all the way to to the half broken building as she heard loud noises at the bottom of the crater as she ran to the edge of the crater and looked at the bottom to see a weird-looking dirty purple beetle with a bulky structure and a red collar around its neck attacking a blue monkey with four arms, wearing a green strap around him.

Jenny recognized the green faceplate of the Omnitrix on the strap and gasped.

Ben.

“Hey! Leave him alone!” She shouted, catching both their attention.

“Jen?! I told you to stay with Grandpa Max!” Ben shouted in a squeaky voice.

“I’m really sorry, Ben!” Jenny shouted. “But I can’t! It’s too much pressure! I can’t risk you getting hurt, so I’ll like you to meet Humangousaur!” I switched to said Alien, slamming my palm onto the faceplate as a purple light illuminated from the watch. I then began to transform into a large humanoid feminine dinosaur.

“Take this for size!” Jenny exclaimed, jumping into the air and dropping onto the alien like beetle, creating a large dust explosion.

“What?! Why does YOUR omnitrix give you the aliens you actually want?! Mine hates me!” Ben exclaims, running towards her side as Jenny jumped away from the beetle.

“I’m just as surprised as you are, pure luck.” She shrugged.

The alien beetle roared, catching their attention, as it got up and began to charge at them. They both side stepped out of the way and when it was in front of her, she punched him, knocking him away. Regaining his composure, he again charged at her and slammed his horn on to her, dragging her to the wall. She tried to push it away but the horn was pressed into her torso, almost taking the air out of Jenny.

“Jenny! Leave her alone!” Ben shouted as he crawled onto the beetle's back and shot a web from his tail and into the beetle’s eye, surprising and angering it even more. Taking this chance, Jenny pushed the beetle off of her and threw a kick at it and knocked him away from us.

Ben jumped towards Jenny as they waited for the beetle to charge at them again, but it stopped it’s movements. Jenny stared, confused as it crawled away from us and up into the other half of the destroyed building as it disappeared into the darkness.

“Huh?” Ben said, confused. “Uh, yeah!” He regained his smirk. “And don’t come back!” He said raising his fist.

Then beeping was heard from the both of them as green illuminated from Ben, and purple from Jenny as they turned back to normal.

Once they did, Jenny was suddenly greeted by a bone crushing hug from Ben. His face buried in the crook of her neck, She shivered slightly when he began to speak.

“Jeez, I told you to stay with Grandpa Max, Why didn’t you listen?” Jenny blushed before smiling and returning the hug.

“Because, Ben, I was worried sick about you. Even after these many years, It’s still my job to look after you, dork.” Ben raised his head and locked his lips with hers into a passionate kiss as they both blushed.

Until the toilet next to them suddenly opened as a small alien with his eyes on each side of his head and wearing a steel suit poked his head out from the toilet.

“Is it gone?!” The two broke their kiss with a heavy blush as they put some distance between each other.

“W-who are you?” Jenny asked, recovering from her embarrassment.

“Pakmar. This is my place. Was my place. Pakmar’s place!” Exclaims the small alien as he jumps out of the toilet.

“Was he really hiding in a toilet?” Jenny muttered to herself. “Of all places.”

“Well, you’re safe now.” Ben stated confidently yet smugly with his hands on his hips and smirked.

“My hero…” Pakmar says sarcastically and Jenny stifled her laughter as she quieted down a notch as Ben threw her a glare. Pakmar walked away from them, grabbing a dustpan and a broom lying near them and began sweeping the small rocks around.

“Can we help?” Jenny asked as she began to feel slightly guilty.

“No!” Pakmar snapped harshly, making Jenny flinch slightly. “Just go away! I didn’t want anymore trouble!”

“I think it’s a little too late for that.” Ben said looking around.

Pakmar dumps rocks in a pile of trash he’d already made.

“All I wanted was to run my toilet emporium in peace. Now it’s in pieces!”

“You’d be in pieces if we didn’t come to help.” Jenny murmured.

Near his side, Ben lifted up a weird mechanism and placed it down correctly. He pressed some switch and it suddenly turned on, doing some weird things, which disgusted Jenny greatly.

“Different aliens have different needs.” Pakmar states, noticing Jenny’s disgust.

“Please, I don’t want to know.” Jenny said, nearly gagging.

“So, um, the thing that did this to your place, dissatisfied customer?”

“Hardly! Some off-world lowlifes are shaking down us law-abiding businessmen. We pay them Taydenite, they ‘protect’ us. Only thing is we don’t pay, they’re the ones we need the protecting from”

“Have they threatened anyone else?” Jenny asked.

“Only the alien shopping in Bellwood. Yeesh, kids! Where you been?” Pakmar said, before going back to his sweeping business as Ben and Jenny exchanged looks before nodding.

_____

Arriving at a large warehouse building, Mr. Baumann was busy stacking cans on one another. The two watched him from behind with their arms crossed.

“All right, Mr.Baumann, what do you know?” Ben asked, his usual smirk on his lips.

“I know a lot of things.” Mr.Baumann stated, continuing to stack the last of the cans, groaning mentally as he heard their voices. Everyone knew one thing; where the Omnitrixes go, trouble follows.

“Anything about an alien protection racket in Bellwood?” Jenny questioned.

“Nope.”

“So they haven’t been coming around here?” Ben continued to ask questions, tilting his head.

“Who’s been coming around where?” Mr.Baumann dodged as he looked at his watch with a panicked look in his eyes. “Okay, then. Nice seeing you again, Ben, Jenny. Enjoy a free gloppenbeef sandwhich to go.” Mr. Baumann said to us in a rushed tone, handing Ben a large sandwhich and began pushing us out of his store as Jenny’s stomach began to grumble as she eyed the sandwich before shaking her head to get her head back on straight.

Though it was futile, they were stubborn and were not gonna give up on stopping these bad guys.

“They’re on their way right now, aren’t they?” Jenny asked, making Mr.Baumann stop pushing them and they faced him.

“Ben, Jenny. Please, it’s a simple arrangement. I pay them, they leave which is what I want you both to do right now.”

“But Mr.Baumann, we can stop them.” Ben stated, putting an arm around Jenny and brought her closer to him as they smiled at him.

“No! Everytime you’re in my shop, you ruin it!” Mr.Baumann complained.

“To be very fair, I only help Ben, he does the wrecking first.” Jenny defended herself as Ben pouted at her as she stuck out her tongue in a playful manner.

“Do you really think we’re gonna mess up your place more than they will?” Ben asked as Mr.Baumann gave them a look. “Okay, one time. What if we just sit quietly at the counter and blend in like any other customer? I promise, you won’t even notice we’re here.” Ben said as he gave Mr.Baumann an innocent smile.

Mr.Baumann snatched the sandwich from Ben’s hands- much to Jenny’s dismay- and walked away grumbly.

“Ugh, please don’t touch anything.”

“Yes! Come on, baby. Any old alien will do for a disguise.”

“I don’t think just any would do-” Jenny got cut off as he changed into cannonbolt. He accidentally knocks down the stack of cans Mr.Baumann was stacking.

“That was me, My bad.” Ben apologized. Many customers looked at us as Jenny flushed in embarrassment as she looked down wishing she was anywhere but here in this moment. “Hey! How it’s going, fellow aliens? Nice weather we’re having here on Earth, huh?”

“Ben.” Jenny whispered.

“Yeah?”

“You’re not fooling anyone.”

“Oh, yeah. Right.” Ben picked up a pile of cans from the floor as Jenny rubbed her forehead as he jumped on a stool, falling down creating a hole.

“I knew it! I knew it!” Mr.Baumann regretfully said.

“Uh, It’ll buff right out.” The second time, he successfully sat on the stools by sitting on two, though crushing them a little. Jenny didn’t transform so she simply sat next to him while covering her Omnitrix with her hand, so not to attract attention.

Slurping was heard next to her, followed by a burp as she glanced to see an alien-looking boy wearing cloaks to cover his face, not enough though as he still ate.

Both Jenny’s and Ben’s stomach growled. Ben turns to the hooded-boy.

“Hey, you gonna eat the rest of that?”

The boy didn’t answer, only he slid the sandwich thing over to Ben as Jenny sat even more hungrier as they passed everything to Ben.

“Um, thanks.” Ben said as he split the sandwich in half, giving it to his starving lover. They were about to take a bite of the sandwich, until an unfamiliar voice stopped him.

“Pay up, Bowman.” A robotic voice, Bubble Helmet, demanded. Jenny and Ben glanced over their shoulder and saw three aliens coming towards them. One was a red and black armored alien with a feminine face, the middle one was an alien in purple armor, his head was encased in a glass helmet full of water, and the last one was a large rooster alien.

“You heard about Pakmar? Hmm?” The rooster, Liam, squawked.

“I’ve heard he has great deals on toilets.” Ben said, half joking.

“I’ve heard it was an accident.” Mr.Baumann said.

“Accidents happen all the time. Maybe to you.” Bubble Helmet said, stepping out the way to show a large red machine held by Liam and the other alien.

“Take it easy, now. I don’t want any trouble.” Mr.Baumann said, not wanting things to go bad as he went under the counter and took out a box. He opened it, showing many Taydenites inside of it.

He held out one Taydenite, but Bubble Helmet outstretched his hand and took the whole box instead. Ben stood up, almost crushing the counter.

“Hey bubble head.” He said as Mr.Baumann began to mutter no over and over as he held his face, internally begging for the two not to fight in the store. Jenny got up as Ben did, knowing trouble started the second Ben called out to him.

“This doesn’t concern you, Arburian Pelarota, human.” Bubble Helmet growled.

“I think it does.” Ben countered.

“Aww. Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson.” Pulling the chest of Taydenites inside his mechanical arms, Bubble Helmet then took out two staffs and held them.

“Let me guess, you’ll be the one to teach a lesson to us.” Jenny sassed.

“Not in my store! Please, I’ll pay you not to do this, Ben, Jenny.” Mr.Baumann pleaded.

“Really? I mean your days of intimidating people are over, bubble brain!” Ben’s words were the last straw as Bubble Helmet began firing red lasers at them from twirling his staffs. Ben stood in front of Jenny, shielding her with his large body.

“No lasers! No lasers!” Mr.Baumann exclaims, hiding behind the counter, holding his head tightly.

The boy from before was eating soup. The laser continued to blast and when it was about to hit him, he used their silver spoon to deflect it back at Bubble Helmet, causing him to stumble back and drop both his staff. Jenny noticed the boy and smiled, He’s good.

Now that the lasers were gone, Ben turned into cannonball mode and rolled at Bubble Helmet, knocking him into some shelves.

“I knew this was going to happen the second they walked into my store.” Mr.Baumann muttered as he glared at Ben and Jenny.

Jenny then began switching around in her alien selector on her Omnitrix.

“All right, Omnitrix. Give me someone good.” She said to herself as she slammed her hand down and started to transform into Cannonbolt. Her form was different from Ben’s. More feminine and instead of yellow, it's blue. “This will make do, I guess.” Jenny turned into cannonball mode and rolled quickly to the red robot alien, who was placing down the machine with Liam. She faced Jenny, yelping as Jenny knocked her into some shelves.

Jenny stood up from cannonball mode and cringed. She turned to Mr.Baumann.

“Sorry, I’ll clean that up later.”

“You two always say that.” He miserably mumbled, sinking himself under his counter.

Liam had a sharp claw on his arms as he stood in battling position, ready to attack Ben and Jenny. Until Ben picked up a pile of seeds into his hand and Liam tilted his head to the side. He walked up to Ben and began eating seeds from Ben’s big hand.

Ben then turned into cannonball mode, pulling Liam inside of him and began rolling towards the red robot alien.

She shot her robot fist at Ben, but his hard surface deflected it. He then rolled up a small ramp, flying above the red alien and dropped Liam onto her.

While the two were distracted, Bubble Helmet was typing away on the red machine. Jenny then turned cannonball mode and rolled quickly towards him, knocking him harshly away from the machine.

But it seemed he finished his task with the machine because once she knocked him away, a red sphere formed around the machine, the circle on the machine turned green and red sparks out of the shield. The green circle was slowly turning red one by one, indicating it was a timer. So that’s how they destroyed Pakmar’s place, Jenny thought.

“Ben, Jenny?” Mr.Baumann was afraid to see what would happen next, as he covered his face with his hands.

“Not a problem. I’ll handle it, Jen.” Ben said, before rolling up again and going towards the shield, hoping to go through the shield and destroy the machine. He kept trying but it didn’t work. At the last try, Jenny then heard beeping coming from both of them, her eyes widened when she realized Ben would slam into the shield in his human form.

She stood in front of Ben, her back to the shield and watched as Ben rolled towards her.

“Wait, Ben! Stop before--!” Before she could, both of them turned back to normal and Ben was flying towards her.

“Ah!” Ben exclaimed as he slammed into Jenny, causing her to slam her back into the red shield painfully. They both groaned as they slid down onto the ground. “Now, really?” Ben huffed, looking at his watch.

He looked down at her then gasped, noticing their compromising position. His arms were placed on each side of her head, his legs on each side of hers as her legs were in the middle as they looked at each other surprised before Ben broke into a sly grin.

“Didn’t think we’d reach this stage, this early in our relationship.” Ben teased as Jenny heavily blushed and looked away.

“J-just get off, dork.” She muttered. He chuckled and kissed her cheek before getting off Jenny and helped her up as she brushed the dust off.

“Goodbye, Mr.Baumann.” Bubble Helmet chuckled as he began running away.

“Isn’t this where your friends show up and save the day?” Mr.Baumann sarcastically asked.

Suddenly, the boy jumped from their seat at the counter and landed in front of us, taking off his cloak and showed his blue clothes, purplish, white and back fur with yellow eyes. He resembled closely to a cat. He had some type of weapon on their shoulders. He ran after the escaping alien while Ben and Jenny watched, agaped.

“Oh, not another one! I was being sarcastic.” Mr.Baumann sighed miserably.

The boy grabbed his weapon from his shoulder, transformed it into a bow as he shot a yellow energy blast at Bubble Helmet, knocking him down to the ground.

The other two aliens tried to make a run for it, but the boy threw some sort of electrifier at Liam, knocking down as he jumped and kicked the red robot down, knocking it out.

“Who are you?” Ben asked, confused.

“Rook Blonko.” The boy introduced himself. “Magister Tennyson sent me.”

“Grandpa Max?” Jenny questioned.

Liam snuck up on Rook, tried to attack him but Rook back-kicked him in the chin.

“Wow.” Jenny said.

“I’m your new partner.”

“Huh?” Jenny said, thrown off by his sudden claim.

“Our new--? I don’t want a new partner. I already have Jen. No offense, I’m Ben Tennyson and she’s Jennifer Jan-” Ben smirked, but was cut off by Rook.

“Yes, I know. It’s an honor working with you both.” Rook said.

“Wielders of the Omnitrixes. See?” Ben held Jenny’s wrist with the watch for Rook to see both their watches. “We’ve saved the universe like a billion times.” Ben gloated.

“I’m well aware. It's required study at the Plumbers Academy.”

“Really? There’s a class about us?!”

“Chapter and a half.”

“Oh.” Ben said, a bit disappointed.

“We’re studied as if we’re those historical dead people.” Jenny mumbled to herself in shock.

“Well, I was kinda looking forward to being partners with just Jen. You understand, right? We have things under control here.” Jenny blushed slightly, she may not say it, but she was also looking forward to it.

Rook looked around the destruction that they made, well mostly what Ben made, Jenny- as she claims- is only dragged into it.

“My mistake. I thought you did not. I’ve waited to see if you needed my assistance.” Rook said.

“Well, don’t stop now! The Omnitrixes are timed out!” Jenny said pointing at the aliens getting away.

“Oh, my apologies, ma’am.” Rook apologized, before his weapon on her shoulder turned into a cannon and blasted a bullet that created a yellow rope trap that captured all three of them.

Rook looked back at us with a serious look.

“Not bad, but you know, I bet anybody can do that if they had one of those...things.” Ben played off his amazement as he gestured to his weapon.

“It’s called a Proto-tool. The most versatile tech in the known universe. I’ve made some special modifications myself. It’s--” Rook continued to explain, Jenny listened interested in the weapon as Ben frowned.

“Does it have a mute button?” Ben muttered loudly as Jenny elbowed him harshly and threw him a look as he whined, rubbing where Jenny hit him as he stuck his tongue out on her.

“Sir?” Rook said, slightly confused.

“Ignore him,” Jenny kindly smiled, waving it off. “that's a really nice weapon you have.” The omnitrixes then beeped, ready to go.

“Yes!” Ben exclaimed. “Thanks for the help, man. But we got this now.” The two slammed their hands on the faceplate and transformed into a new alien, a colorful blocky one. Bloxx. Ben’s was cyan, green, and white, while Jenny’s a feminine version of it.

“This one’s new.” Jenny said. The two went up to the forcefield and began to punch it, losing some blocks from out fist in the process and didn’t damage the forcefield. “What kind of force is this?” The blocks regenerate.

Clucking was heard as Liam used his sharp daggers on his arms to cut the yellow trap in order to escape.

“Hey, Rook! Tag out!” Ben exclaimed, but he didn’t do anything, just stared at them as Jenny sighed.

“It means switch places.” she explained to him, not wanting him confused. “Come over here and try to disable this force field. We’ll deal with those guys.”

“All right! Let’s see what this baby can do.” Ben began to form a dome around the three aliens. But Bubble Helmet shot a laser, destroying a part of Ben but he formed new blocks to replace it. Just for extra measures, Jenny formed a dome around Ben, just in case they escape from Ben’s dome.

“How is it going?” I asked Rook as he seemed to be crouching in front of the force field as the timer started going down. He wasn’t doing anything, just staring at it.

“What are you waiting for? Use your techno thingy.” Ben said.

“Proto-tool.” Rook corrected.

“Whatever.”

The timer was going down and Jenny began to sweat, nervous they might not make it. Rook stood up and pointed his proto-tool as a gun and stood up.

“No! What are you doing?” Mr.Baumann questioned, noticing he was pointing the gun at an undamaged wall. He put a big bullet in his gun and shot at the wall of the store, exploded it and made a large hole that made Mr.Baumann more stressed out.

“The shield fluctuation uses a B’karyix algorithm. I can’t break the code in time. We need to detonate it away from the populace.” Rook explained.

“Speak English.” Ben said.

“He means to help him move the bomb outside.” Jenny translated to him as Ben nodded as they reformed out of the domes as Jenny picked the forcefield bringing the bomb outside.

“Wait!.” Rook said. He took out a device and held it out to the building in front of us, looking for any signs of life.

“Take your time.” Ben said. “I’m joking, by the way. Hurry up!”

“Have to scan for the presence of sentient life. All clear”

Jenny outstretched her arms to throw it away from here, but lasers blasted her arms, causing Jenny to drop the bomb. We saw the three aliens standing behind them as they fired lasers at the trio as Rook shot his own lasers back at them.

The bomb was falling as Ben tried to catch it by forming a net in his arms.

“I got it!” He exclaimed before it broke through his arms. “I don’t got it.” Jenny quickly turned herself into a catapult, the bomb landing on the holder as she threw it to the building across.

They began to run away from the building as Rook counted down.

“3...2...1-” The bomb activated, destroyed the entire building and left a huge crater in the ground.

Ben and I had created a dome around Rook in order to protect all of us from the explosion. Once the bomb exploded, Ben and Jenny reformed out of the dome and the sound of beeping was heard before they shifted back to their human forms.

“You okay?” Ben asked.

“Proto-tech armor. Very nice of you both to try and save me, though. Thanks, partners.”

“Don’t mention it.” Ben huffed, crossing his arms and held an annoyed look on his face.

“But I just did.” Rook said, clearly not understanding what Ben meant, making Jenny giggle.

“And we’re not partners!” Ben quickly exclaimed. “The only partner I’ll ever need is Jen.” Ben strictly stated.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Call me ‘Ben ‘ dude.”

“I’d also prefer if you called me Jenny. Ma’am makes me feel older than I am.”

“Okay, Ben dude, Jenny.” Rook said, clearly confused. Ben looked away as Jenny burst into a small laughter. She calmed down as they noticed the three aliens were running into the crater.

They ran after them, sliding down the side of the crater and ran into the tunnel at the bottom of the crater.

We continued to follow after them. Ben and Jenny ran in front of Rook but they froze as they saw where the aliens led them too.

“No way.” The two breathed out in shock.

In front of them was a large spacious area filled with many houses, it was a city. Rook continued to run after the enemies, bring them out of shock. Jenny began running as Ben quickly followed.

Not knowing that Khyber stood on the surface, standing at the edge of the crater with his alien dog that had been the thing that attacked them in the morning.

“Show no mercy.” Khyber ordered his dog. The dog obeyed and ran down the crater into the tunnel in order to seek the duo out and kill them.

[the-red-mafia]

The Visit

A strange being shows up at the Mahogany Mansion. Who are they, or rather, what do they want? Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 2319 Edited 3/15/2024

A week after “The Tunnel”

“Velvet, Mad! I’m here!” 

Maroon let out a small squeak and jumped, tumbling onto the floor of the foyer of the Mahogany Mansion. They looked up to see a tall, slender man looking down at them with a puzzled look. He wore a light-blue button-up decorated with balloons paired with a pair of tan cargo pants. He seemed to phase in and out of existence, dark clouds making up his body and floating off of him. Pitch-black marble antlers sat on his head with white swirls circling upwards before reaching the gold tips. 

“Oh, hello there! Who might you be?” 

Maroon stared at him, heart racing. “Uh- U-um-” 

Loud footsteps rapidly approached the foyer. The shadow man turned towards the noise but Maroon couldn’t take their eyes off of him. He smiled. 

“Velvet! It sure has been a while, huh?” 

“That was entirely your doing, Zaeor.” Velvet’s voice snapped Maroon back to reality, causing them to turn towards her. Velvet stopped in front of them and crossed their arms. She had a black tank top on with a blue zip-up over it, paired with green cargo pants. They looked down at them and frowned. 

“Why are you on the floor?” she asked, holding a hand out.

“I got spooked,” they mumbled, taking it.

“Of course.”

“You did too, Velvet,” the shadow man chimed in. The assassin glared at him.

“Shut it, Zaeor.” 

“Wait, that’s Zaeor?” Maroon asked, eyes widening as their hands fell to their sides.

“The one and only!” the god said, giving a small bow.

“I literally just said his name,” Velvet muttered. Maroon didn’t respond, instead looking Zaeor up and down.

“And you must be Maroon,” he said, smiling, “It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

“Um…likewise.” 

Zaeor smiled at them again before turning to Velvet. 

“Can you go get Mad? That way I can chat with this adorable kiddo.” Maroon quickly looked away from him. They rubbed their hands together and glanced at Velvet, but didn’t say anything. The assassin narrowed her eyes at them.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon.” 

Maroon watched as they walked out of the foyer. Zaeor looked down at them but Maroon still stared at the floor. 

“So, how are you liking the mansion?” Zaeor asked. Maroon stayed quiet, causing the god to frown. 

“That’s a cool accent, it sounds British. Where are you from?” Maroon looked up at him. Zaeor raised an eyebrow before chuckling.

“Right, you’re from the past. When was it, the 1900s?”

“1827.”

“Woah, really? You’re way older than you look, kiddo! Not as old as me, of course, but you’re definitely getting there.” He winked at them, sending a chill down the teen’s spine.

“R-right,” they said quietly, “Because you’re a true god, right?” 

Zaeor smiled. “I am! I see you’ve been caught up.”

“Partially. S-so as a true god…you were created with the realm?”

“More like I created the realm.”

“What?” 

The shadow god laughed again.

“Yep, it’s true.” Maroon looked at the hardwood floor again. 

“But then where did you come from?” 

“That’s always the question, isn’t it? It’s hard to say, I was very young at the time.” 

Maroon’s hair fell back into their face as they looked back at him. 

“Have you met any of the other realm’s true gods? Do you get along? How would you communicate? What-”

“Woah, slow down a bit, kiddo. I can’t answer your questions if you don’t let me!” 

“...sorry.” 

Zaeor patted them on the shoulder. Maroon jumped slightly and looked up at him. 

“You’re good, Maroon! Now, let's see…I don’t think I’ve spoken face-to-face with any other true god, so I’m not sure.”

“Oh.”

“Sorry, kiddo.” 

Maroon grabbed at the ends of their pale purple sweater. Zaeor looked down at them before chuckling again.

“You act a lot like Velvet, did you know that?”

“W-what?” Maroon looked back up at him.

“Well, not her now,” the god added, “When she was probably around your age. Very quiet, like you are.” 

“O-oh. How…how long have you known them?” 

Zaeor put a finger on his chin and looked towards the ceiling.

“Hmm, about a year now. They’ve changed a lot since then.” 

“And thank the gods for that.” Velvet’s voice carried in from the doorway, catching the duo's attention. She stood next to Mad, who was dressed in a plain black t-shirt and jeans, topped with a smock covered in paint. Its screen displayed a neon green smile in the centre. Zaeor smiled.

“Hello, Mad.” 

“Hey, Zaeor. How are you?” The god stepped towards them, leaving Maroon standing alone in the foyer. The younger teen hurried after him.

“I’m doing well, thank you. I see you’ve been painting, is that helping?” 

“A lot, actually. Thanks again!” 

Zaeor waved them off. “Don’t worry, it was really no big deal.”

“So Zaeor, what brings you here?” Velvet asked, crossing her arms. Zaeor’s face morphed into a frown. He looked at each of the mafia members before sighing.

“How about we go somewhere more…formal?” 

Velvet opened the large wooden doors, revealing a long, rectangular table. A red tablecloth sat on top of it and eight chairs were pushed up against it. Several paintings were hanging on the wall, ranging from portraits of humans to landscapes from various planets. Maroon looked around the room, eyes wide. 

“I didn’t even know this room existed!” Mad exclaimed next to them. Maroon nodded in agreement. 

“Maybe you should explore the mansion more,” Velvet replied sarcastically. 

“Last time I tried to do that I got lost in the west wing, this place is a maze.” 

“Take a seat, everyone,” Zaeor said, “We have a lot to discuss.” The mafia moved to sit down at the table. Zaeor sat on the seat at the top of the table with Mad and Velvet sitting on either side of him. Maroon sat down next to Mad.

“So, I believe we are all aware of the status of the heist mission to retrieve the Custodio Power Gem?” 

Velvet looked down to the floor and nodded. Mad also nodded, while Maroon remained as still as a statue.

“Well, the Custodio Power Gem was stolen last night by a universally renowned thief by the name of ‘Diamonds’.”

“Who names their child Diamonds?” Mad joked.

“You’re one to talk,” Velvet replied. 

“Huh?” Maroon questioned, sitting up, “What do you mean?”

“Their name isn’t technically ‘Mad’,” Velvet began, leaning back in her chair, “It’s like M.A.D. or something, it’s an acronym.” 

“M.M.A.D.,” Mad corrected, “My full name is M.M.A.D. GS-001 Valentine.” The room was silent for a few moments before Maroon spoke. 

“So wait, your name is Mad.” “Mhm.” “With two m’s?”

“That’s correct.” 

“...what’s it stand for?” 

Mad sighed. “Magnetosphere Mishap Assistance Droid. GS-001 is my model number, GS stands for Genesis. I also took my creator's last name.”

“But that’s too long, so we just call them Mad. Which is ironic, considering it’s a perfect ray of sunshine all the time,” Velvet said, leaning backwards in her chair. 

“I am not!” Mad protested.

“Ok ok, settle down you two. You guys are like small children,” Zaeor stated, rolling his eyes. Mad looked at Velvet, who smirked at it before turning back to Zaeor.

“Moving back on topic,” Zaeor began, “The Custodio Power Gem is now in the hands of Diamonds. Now, I know you all had some trouble retrieving the gem last time, but it is vital that the 3 of you can get it before Diamonds can use it for evil.” 

“Why do you need this gem? What does it do?” Maroon asked. Zaeor turned to them, tapping his fingers on the table. Maroon shrunk down in their seat as he narrowed his eyes at them.

“Well, the gem’s name comes from the Latin word for guard. It can create a forcefield-like magical barrier when activated. As to why I need it, that’s not important.”

“B-but why?” Velvet sent a glare towards them, but Maroon just took a deep breath and continued, “People got hurt last time. I-is it really worth it?” 

“Maroon…” Velvet warned, sitting up in their chair. 

“The gem will be crucial for my plans for the next offensive against B.A.D., so it’s the sacrifice we’ll have to make,” the god answered, folding his hands on the table.

“A-And those plans are?” 

“Confidential, currently.”

“From your own team?”

“Maroon shut the fuck-” Velvet’s voice was muffled by Mad, who put a hand over their mouth. Zaeor glanced at her before returning to Maroon.

“Yes. The more people who know, the more we are at risk of someone leaking our plans.”

“Are you i-implying that one of us is a traitor?”

“No, not at all,” Zaeor replied, “I trust all of you. But…the possibility of capture and torture is high.”

“Oh.” Maroon immediately slumped back into their chair.

Something’s off.

“So, where’s the gem now?” Mad said, catching everyone’s attention. Maroon made eye contact with Velvet, whose glare caused them to shrink further into their seat. Zaeor sighed again.

“I’ll send you the address as soon as I get home. It is of utmost importance that this gem is retrieved as soon as possible.”

“We can leave two days from now on the mission to get it,” Velvet stated. Zaeor nodded. “That will work. Now,” Zaeor said, a smile taking over his face, “who wants to play some board games?”

Velvet sat on one of the barstools in the kitchen, watching as Mad poured various spices into the ground beef on the stove. The robot hummed as it worked, occasionally glancing at the assassin. She was reading a book, but eventually, she slammed it closed and set it down on the counter.

“I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business, cōnfectus.”

“Leave Maroon alone.”

“No.”

“Velvet-” 

The teen slipped out of the kitchen before Mad could turn around to block their exit. She shoved her hands in her hoodie’s pocket and walked down the hallway. Mad called after them, but they turned the corner and disappeared out of sight. They ran up the stairs before taking a left when they reached the second floor.

Maroon jumped when the door slammed open. They quickly turned to see Velvet, who was walking towards them with their dagger drawn. A chill went down their spine.

“V-Velvet-”

“Shut up.” 

“W-wait-” 

Velvet grabbed the front of their sweater and pulled them up to their feet, pushing them against the wall. Her blade sat against their throat, the cold metal causing them to twitch. 

“Who do you think you are?” they demanded. Maroon locked eyes with them before quickly looking away. 

“I-”

“What gives you the right to question a god, fungus? Do tell, I’d love to know.” 

Maroon took a shaky breath, a few tears streaming down their face. Velvet held their dagger steady but it managed to nick Maroon’s skin. Maroon let out a squeak as Velvet moved the weapon backwards. She looked between Maroon and the now-bloody dagger before sighing. 

The assassin let go of their sweater, causing the younger teen to slide to the ground. They locked eyes for a few moments. Velvet watched as more tears fell onto the floor. Maroon’s heart raced, nearly beating straight out of their chest. A few mushrooms sprouted from the planters placed haphazardly around the room. Velvet reached into their pocket and kneeled next to them.

“Sorry, Maroon. I didn’t mean to cut you,” she said quietly, pulling out a plaster and holding it out to them. The younger teen’s eyes widened. Velvet slowly sheathed her dagger before turning back to them. Maroon carefully reached forward and grabbed the paper casing.

“T-thanks.”

“Don’t think everything is just fine now, fungus,” she stated coldly, “You can’t just go and question Zaeor like that. He’s the entire reason you’re here.”

“But-” “Let me fucking finish. He’s the true god, you can’t go around questioning him like that. You’re lucky your powers are useful to him.”

“...what?” 

Velvet sighed and stood once again, turning around.

“Nevermind. Mad’s making dinner, I’m going to my room.” Maroon scrambled to their feet and quickly grabbed their wrist. Velvet turned back to look at them. 

“What?”

“Uh- um- I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I just…didn’t want anyone to get hurt again.” 

The older teen broke their wrist free before crossing her arms. 

“Getting hurt is part of the gig, Maroon.”

“I-I know…” 

Velvet looked up at them. 

“But I get it, I guess. You’re still new to...all of this.”

“It…it won’t happen again, Velvet.” 

The older teen looked at them again before sighing. “It better not.” 

The two teens were quiet for a few moments. Maroon looked away and pulled on the sleeves of their sweater again. Velvet raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

“You said Mad was cooking?” Maroon mumbled. The assassin nodded.

“Yeah, it looks like tacos or something.”

“T-tacos?” Maroon asked, turning back to them. Velvet narrowed her eyes at them.

“Do you not know what a taco is?”

“N-no.” 

Velvet stared at them for several seconds.

“Come on, then. We’ll go grab some.” Velvet walked forward and held Maroon’s door open for them to walk through. Maroon joined them and held the paper casing out to them.

“C-can you show me how to use this?” 

“Meus deōs- okay, fine.” She took the plaster from them, ripping the paper off. They reached towards Maroon, who jumped a bit. Velvet rolled their eyes.

“You have to stay still.”

“Sorry.” 

Velvet pushed the bandaid down on their skin before turning around again. Maroon’s face grew hot.

“Let’s go.”

“...wait up-” Maroon hurried after them, wiping tears out of their eyes. The previous scene seemed to loop in their head as they stared at the assassin walking a few feet ahead. They took a deep breath.

Maybe there’s more to her than I thought.

Latin Translations: cōnfectus - worn out, exhausted meus deōs - my gods

[thesoliderboygirl]

Not Like My Father, HOMELANDER & DAUGHTER, CHAPTER ONE

It was close to eight fifteen on Saturday night, and Homelander was getting pissed. What if his daughter had bailed on him?

“Believe me, I’m just as nervous as you are,” he muttered before he picked up on screaming coming from an alley not far from the Lady Liberty Library.

 He reached the alley just as a woman was running out, a look of terror on her face as she clutched a handbag tightly to her chest. Homelander heard the sound of a scuffle, and out of pure curiosity, peeked inside the alley.

 He saw three people fighting for the upper hand, with one quickly gaining leverage. Two were men wearing green hoodies, and the third was a young woman with red hair put up into a braided crown and dressed in purples and grays.

 But before he could interfere, his daughter performed a maneuver that ended with her elbowing one man in the face, ending with a broken nose and falling to the ground into unconsciousness. She then jumped onto a trash can and landed on the second man’s shoulders, where she was quick to wrap her legs around his neck and begin to choke him.

 He bucked and slammed into the walls of the alley a few times in a feeble attempt to knock her off before also losing conscious and falling to the ground.

 Josie Harkler was silent as she check their pulses before dragging them over to a pipe and using handcuffs that she pulled out of a pocket, cuffed them to a pipe. And without so much as a word, she vanished right before Homelander’s eyes.

 He quickly looked around and saw that she was scampering up a fire escape, clearly headed for the roof. He quickly followed, questions buzzing around in his head.

 He landed on the roof moments after she did, and found himself face to face with the daughter he never knew he had.

 “Hello, Josie is it?” he started off lamely before kicking himself. He was Homelander, America’s sweetheart supe, so why was he acting like a schoolboy talking to his crush for the first time?

 “What you did down there was very impressive,” he began, flashing his million dollar smile at her. “But also very foolish-” He came to an automatic stop as he finally took in his daughter’s full appearance.

 Josie wore an uniform that consisted of purples and grays- a dark purple vest top that contained the look of a corset, dark gray cargo pants with multiple pockets, a black cargo belt with pockets for additional storage, purple spats that covered her dark brown- black leather boots, and leather arm guard and fingerless gloves.

 “You’ve been doing this for quite some time now?” he chuckled, panic building up in his chest. “For how long have you been a midnight vigilante?”

 But she still remained silent; after at least a minute, she turned her head and showed Homelander a small, simple tattoo of an x’ed out microphone with the words “I CAN’T HEAR YOU” stamped behind her right ear.

 “You’re hearing impaired,” he said lamely. “Well then, how do I communicate with you?”

 As though understanding what he was saying, she reached into a pocket on her belt and came up with a notebook and pen, which she held out.

 Homelander took the writing utensils and automatically scratched down, How do I communicate with you?

 He handed the notebook back, and watched as she snorted quietly at his question before writing something down; she handed the notebook back to Homelander, in which he read her neatly swirling penmanship: via ASL, you silly!

 The confused look on his face was more than enough to make her continue to write, American sign language, I don’t mind teaching you.

 How did you lose you hearing? was Homelander’s next question.

 When I was two, I got sick with bacterial meningitis, she explained. Mom wasn’t allowed to visit me, that’s how bad it was.

 How long have you been a vigilante? Homelander’s next question peppered out.

 Three years, give or take, Josie shrugged nonchalantly.

 What do you go by? Homelander asked, his hand already beginning to cramp from writing.

 Josie smiled as she wrote down, I go by Sapphire Huntress at night. My boyfriend and three other friends know of my secret identity. I think you’ll really like them.

 Homelander wanted to say “What makes you think I’ll even want to meet them?” but he refrained himself. For the first time, he noticed a dark gray quiver of purple and black fletched arrows and a black recurve/ crossbow hybrid strapped firmly onto her back. He automatically knew then that she was a spot on shot, and that made her a dangerous enemy to have and he should tread carefully when with her.

 Do your friends sign? Homelander asked.

 Fluently, was the answer she gave out, flashing him a wolfish grin. I met Matt in high school, freshman year. He was the quarterback on the football team and I was a cheerleader who was also in the theater club. He had to attend one of the school’s shows for extra credit and that’s where we met!

 How could you be a cheerleader? Homelander asked next.

 Josie chuckled as she wrote out her answer.

 I’ve been doing gymnastics ever since I was four, she wrote. She suddenly turned just as a young man dressed entirely in navy blue and wearing a red cloak landed on the roof.

 Homelander took a protective stance, but Josie darted around him and up to the mysterious man, who greeted her with a wave and a hug. He signed something to her, to which she turned to face her father and signed something to him.

 “No need to try and look for us- Josie will find you,” the man translated before the two vanished into the night.

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[northcarolinanative]

𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲

A/N: I tried something a little different with this one, let me know what you think.  Also a big thank you to @peachy-jj​ for her help with me figuring out how I wanted to write this. She’s amazing <3. TW: Abuse, Violence, depictions of Injuries. This one is a little bit heavy. 

Request by @peachy-jj​: “I've been dying for someone to write something based on the song July by Noah Cyrus, Idk if that helps you at all lol”

Description: Y/N gets a phone call in the middle of the night for John B. He’s worried about JJ and how he’s reacting to a run-in with his father. Y/N arrives but isn’t prepared for what she sees. Based on the song July by Noah Cyrus. 

The incessant buzz of my phone underneath my pillow woke me from my sleep. I looked at the clock sitting on the table beside my bed. The red-lined letters bright enough to make me squint. 1:15. Only an hour since I went to sleep. I looked at my phone, squinting again at just how bright the screen was. The caller ID read “John B.” I quickly sat up sliding the bar to answer the call. 

“Hello,” I said. My voice coming out strained from just waking up. I sat resting my arm on my knees, running a hand through my knotted hair. 

“Oh my god. Y/N, thank god you answered.” He was breathing heavily and I heard crashing in the background, loud rock music playing. “JJ just got back from his house.’ 

“Oh” was all I said getting out of bed, wedging the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I began to get on my pants and a pair of shoes while John B continued to talk. 

“He’s not good. He won’t let me help him out, it looks like he’s in pain, but he’s smoking, and he keeps punching things. He’s playing this music at an ungodly volume. I don’t know how to help. I know you can calm him down. I don’t know, I just thought it might help if you were here.” 

“I’ll be there as soon as I can JB. I just finished getting dressed.” 

“Okay. Thank you Y/N” He said, I could hear a breath of relief leave his mouth before the phone line went dead. 

The walk to the chateau was me half running and half speed walking, trying to get there as soon as I could. One of the downsides of being a pogue, having to walk everywhere. It was not ideal in a situation like this, especially this early in the morning. The breeze helped to calm down my heated skin. I was trying to keep my cool. I hated the way that JJ’s dad treated him. JJ tried his hardest to please him, but Luke would never be pleased with his son. That what ate at me the most, because we all could see it, no matter how hard JJ tried, it wasn’t what his dad wanted. I tried to brace myself for what I would see when I enter the Chateau. I normally saw him the day after, he would stay at the chateau that night, and we would all find out in the morning. On the rare occasion that he knew my parents were gone he would come over and let me clean him up. I knew what the music meant though. JJ was trying to drown out the thoughts that he was having, the thoughts that his dad put into his head, he was trying to drown them in substance and noise. He was trying to distract himself. That was what worried me the most. 

I knocked on the door, just as a courtesy, I knew they couldn’t hear me. I heard rock music playing from the street. I saw John B in the hallway head against the wall in the hallway. I tapped him on the shoulder, startling him. He wrapped his arms around me. “I am so glad that your here. I don’t know how to calm him down this time.” He nodded behind him. “He’s in the living room. I’ll be out on the porch if you need me.” 

I nodded and moved past him. Once JJ entered my line of the vision my stomach dropped. I felt sick instantly. He sat against the wall, nodding his head to the beat, his legs up so he could rest his arms on his knees. His pen in one hand the other making its way through his hair. His left eye was swollen, I saw the deep red starting to turn purple and the cut above his eyebrow smeared with blood and still bright red. Then his jaw, also a deepening shade of red, going all the way to his ear. Then his lips, I couldn’t see if it was split, but the blood from his nose dried on them. It didn’t matter how many times I saw JJ with cuts or bruises on his body, every time it was like the first time.  It made me sick with anger that someone could hurt him. It hurt me that someone could hurt the boy that I love so much. I felt the tears in my eyes but tried my best to blink them back before walking towards him. 

I kneeled down in front of him, taking his free hand in mine. His eyes snapped up to me and he broke. He moved forward knocking me back as he clung onto me. The unbearable music drowned out as I rubbed up and down the sweaty fabric on JJ’s back. I felt each and every sob that racked through his body as if it were my own, somewhere along the way they become mine too. I felt the tears finally fall as I continued to hold him. He gripped the large sleeping t-shirt I wore into his fists. He finally stopped sobbing and seemed to calm down, but his breathing was still uneven. I took his hand, that still gripped the t-shirt, and carefully flattened it out. I took notice of the red stains on each of his knuckles. I placed it on my chest and tried breathing in and out heavily so that he could feel it. 

“Hey? You feel that?” I bent my head so that I could finally catch his eyes. “My breathing? Can you breathe with me, baby? Don’t hold back your breath baby. Count to ten with me and breathe alright? ” I still caught his eyes with mine. Their normal bright blue was being overshadowed by the swelling and how bloodshot they were from crying. He laid his head in my chest. I rested my hand on his back, feeling his breaths start to even out. Only then did I realize the loud music still playing, drowning out everything around us. 

I lifted JJ’s chin to look at him again. The blood still covered his face. “Can I clean you up? Please?” 

JJ nodded and stood up. I stood up after him, but turned to the stereo and pausing the music before it gave either of us a headache. I didn’t want JJ to hurt anymore than he already was. I slid my hand, pulling him behind me, guiding him to the bathroom. JJ knew to sit on the counter as I reached behind the toilet and on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet for supplies. JJ sat with his head hanging low, not speaking still. I wet the cloth and laid it down beside him on the counter and moved to stand between his legs. I grabbed the hem on his shirt. Another one of JJ’s t-shirts ripped and stained with blood. It shouldn’t have to be like this. He raised his hands over his head as I removed it. I threw it on the pile he and John B had in the corner of the room. I saw a few bruises scattered across his torso. I ran my fingers across them, wishing I could soak up all of JJ’s pain. 

“I tried to do what he wanted” JJ broke the silence, almost starting. “I tried Y/N. I tried to listen. Then he started to say something, he started to talk about mom again. He was throwing back beer after beer.”

 I just nodded my head, letting him talk. I knew that I did not have the right words to tell him what to think. He had to process what happened on his own, but I would always be there to listen. JJ knew that. I started with the wet cloth, cleaning up the blood that had dripped down to his neck. He flinched at the cold cloth before continuing. 

“Every day he tells me I am not the son he wants. He tells me I am not enough. I always go back though. I am so scared of change Y/N. I lost my mom and like he’s my dad. I know he’s terrible, but I guess I am afraid of change.” I felt one of his tears land on my arm. I looked up at him to see more following. I put my hand on his cheek using my thumb to wipe away his tears. “He reminds me every day that I’m not good enough, but I still stay.” 

Silence falls over us once more. I wanted to say something, but I knew JJ. He was too in his head right now to listen to me. He was talking to me, but it wasn’t for me, it was for him. I started to work on the blood that was on his face. His tears left streaks in the dry blood, making my heart shatter all over again. I feel my eyes start to fill with tears once more and try to keep my breathing steady for JJ. I knew that he would notice if I was getting upset again. I moved to grab the other cloth and some disinfectants. “J, this might sting a little,” I warned him as I poured the liquid over the cloth. He already knew it would sting like I kept thinking, he’s been here before, and as much as I hated to think it, we would probably be here again. 

JJ nodded. He winced when I wiped the cloth across the split above his eyebrow. “I’m just so sick of feeling stuck in this cycle.” He said as if he was reading my mind. “Feels like a lifetime, just tryna get by, while I’m dying inside, I've done a lot of things wrong, letting him back in, time after time being one.”  He let out a shaky breath as I finished wiping up the cut just above his lip. 

I threw the clothes in the pile with JJ’s shirt. I rested my hands on either of JJ’s thighs. I rubbed slightly over the rough fabric of his cargo shorts before looking up at me. I felt his hands push them off. “Y/N, you deserve someone who shows you love, who knows what love is to give you. You deserve someone who loves you, better than I do, darling” My head snapped up and I cupped his face, but he turned to the side, staring down at the floor. “Tell me to leave and I’ll pack my bags Y/N. I’ll let you flourish because I feel like I am holding you back” 

I turn his head back to face me and I see the tears in his eyes. I can feel the way my eyebrows are scrunched together in a frown. I know that the intense fight with his father was not completely physical. His dad diminished everything about JJ when they fought. 

“JJ believe me when I tell you that you are the best thing that has happened in my life. You are my rock. I know that I can go to you with anything and you will help.” I felt the warm tears start to roll down my face. “You balance me out in all the best ways. You help me to stop overthinking and take stuff lightly, you help to keep me grounded, and not so crazy. We’re both crazy, but we work, and I would not trade that for the world.” I wiped off the newly formed tears as they fell down his cheeks. “You are the love that I deserve plus so much more.” 

My breath was shaky and JJ pulled me into his chest and we wrapped our arms around each other. To anyone else, it wouldn’t have been romantic or meaningful. A hug in a messy boys bathroom in the middle of the night, but to JJ and I, it was a pivotal moment that we were able to show our love to one another. I pulled back, rubbing my thumb over the cut the was just below his lips. I placed a soft kiss on his eyebrow, then the cut on his chin. I felt him let out a breath as I finally placed a soft and gentle kiss to his lips. 

“JJ I will show you every day that you are enough, I will remind you how you are good enough. I’ll always stay by your side” I whispered, our foreheads leaning against one another. 

“Always” He whispered back.

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[dreamypeaches]

let’s hear it for the boy | jj maybank x reader

summary: you take on the role of jj’s hype woman as his insecurities begin to overwhelm him.

warnings: alcohol use, cursing, allusions to sex

word count: 2k

a/n: i listened to this song (let’s hear it for the boys by deniece williams) on the way to work the other day and couldn’t stop thinking about how much it applies to jj. so here’s this tooth rotting fluff fic. i threw another parks and rec reference in. idk what it is but jj and his girl give me subtle april and andy vibes. enjoy :)

This was not the first time you had ended up like this with JJ. Curled up on his bed in the Chateau, holding him close as he complained about his dad or the Kooks or just life in the Outer Banks. Tonight was different though. JJ had fallen deeper into his thoughts than ever before, picking out every one of his flaws and insecurities and laying them out bare for you.

You listened with a frown on your face as your boyfriend continued to shit on himself. Usually you would stay quiet, inserting kind words here and there, but letting him vent to you until he was finished or he fell asleep. Tonight, however, you had to interrupt when JJ took it too far.

“I’m such a piece of shit, Y/N, why are you even with me? You should just fucking leave, I’m sure you would be a lot happier.”

“Hey!” You nearly shouted, causing JJ to jump from your arms and turning to look at you with wide eyes. You sat up on your knees, taking JJ’s face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. You’d had enough. Tonight, you were going to tell this magnificent boy in front of you just how amazing he is.

“I love you, JJ! I’m not going anywhere! You are the most amazing person I have ever met!”

JJ’s eyes softened slightly at the words, but right now is insecurity was louder than your voice.

“You shouldn’t be with a guy like me. I’m going to hurt you, Y/N. I’m going to say something I don’t mean and fuck it all up because that’s just who I am. I’m just a dirty Pogue from the Cut.”

You released his head and shook your own.

“JJ, you can’t really believe that.” You spoke. Words of encouragement and adoration tumbled from your lips as you began to discuss exactly why JJ was the best man in the world.

He ain't got much to say

But he loves me, loves me, loves me

I know that he loves me anyway

JJ always had a way with words. He could lie his way out of any situation and charm himself into another one. Hell, he had found a way to charm you into his life. But when he finally had you, he started falling for you hard. The words suddenly became stuck in his throat, all the love and emotions he felt for you falling to the wayside. It frustrated him, not being able to find the words to tell you how much he loved you. You knew though.

With you, JJ didn’t have a way with words, he had a way of making you feel loved with just a single touch. The way he held you close to him at a Kegger, his hand in yours helping you onto the Pogue, the passionate kisses and bruising grip on your hips as he pounded into you. He didn’t have to say it. You knew he loved you, beyond a doubt.

And maybe he don't dress fine

But I don't really mind

'Cause every time he pulls me near

I just wanna cheer

Your sister was getting married, and all the Pogues were invited. Standing in your bridesmaids dress by your parents at the entrance to the venue, you saw the familiar orange van pull up and the door slide open. John B jumped out with Sarah, wearing a nice shirt and pants that his girlfriend surely picked out for him. Pope was next, and you recognized the suit he was wearing as the same one he wore to his scholarship interview. In a beautiful, but simple sundress, Kiara popped out behind Pope. Trailing behind them, your eyes softened at your boyfriend, who wore the only button up shirt he owned with a pair of khaki cargo shorts, his usual black boots, and his signature red hat sitting backward on his head. You felt your mother tense up beside you, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “What on earth is JJ wearing?”

You ignored your mom, too busy grinning at your approaching boyfriend. His grin was just as wide, scooping you up in his arms and kissing you hard.

“Hello my beautiful girlfriend!”

“Hi my interestingly dressed boyfriend.” He put you down, stepping back and looking down at himself before meeting your eyes.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” He questioned with a furrowed brow. You giggled and pulled him back to you, shaking your head.

“Nothing, baby, you look amazing,” You said truthfully.

“Damn right I do.”

Let's hear it for the boy

Let's give the boy a hand

Let's hear it for my baby

JJ buried his face in your chest as you spoke. You ran your finger though his hair, feeling him groan as you finish talking about the wedding.

“God, that fit was so terrible.”

“Yeah, it was, but it was also super adorable, just like you.”

He groaned again making you giggle.

“Do remember what happened at the reception though?” You asked. He shook his head and peeked up at you. A small smile on your face, you recount the night with stars in your eyes.

You know you gotta understand

Maybe he's no Romeo

But he's my loving one-man show

Let's hear it for the boy

JJ held you close on his lap as you sat with the rest of the Pogues. You watched your sister dancing with her new wife, a small smile on your face. Kiara poked you, stealing your attention away.

“So, when are you two gonna tie the knot?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows. The hands on your thighs tightened their grip and you turned to look at JJ. He had a drunken smirk on his face as he gazed down at you.

“What do you say, sunshine? Wanna get married? Wedding sex is always amazing, imagine what it’s like when your the one getting married,” He said, winking.

You scoffed, turning back around and getting up from his lap.

“How romantic, J,” You say before walking off toward the bar. Kie slapped the back of JJ’s head, giving him a look that said What the hell?

JJ sighs and stands, following after you.

“Baby…” JJ stands before you as you take your drink from the bartender, not meeting his eyes. He grips your hip with one hand, the other gently taking your chin and tilting it up. You sigh and push his arm away.

“It’s fine, JJ, I know you were just joking.”

“What makes you say that?”

You freeze looking back at him, stomach fluttering at the sincere look on his face. Taking your hand, he pulls you closer, brushing your hair behind your ear and resting his palm on your cheek.

“I want to marry you, sunshine, more than anything. I’m sorry for the shit proposal, but I’ll make it up you.”

You grin up at him.

“Promise?”

He leans down, lips ghosting over yours.

“Promise.”

JJ was on his side now, head propped up on his hand. He was smiling down at you as he remembered the night with you.

“I still haven’t made it up to you.”

“Oh you have, a million times over.”

My baby may not be rich

He's watching every dime

But he loves me, loves me, loves me

We always have a real good time

Dates with JJ were always special. He pulled out all the stops, using whatever tips or extra cash he had made that week to get you a special dinner or a gift. Some weeks were less successful than others, and this was one of them. Most of his money had gone to his bike, which was in the shop. But his empty wallet wasn’t going to stop him from showing his girlfriend a good time.

You grinned as you pulled up to the Chateau, seeing your boyfriend waiting for you near the dock. You hopped out of your car and raced down to him, jumping into his arms. After a long kiss, you rest your forehead on his.

“How was your day?” You ask.

“Better now that I have you, sunshine.”

He sets you down and takes your hand, leading you down the dock to the HMS Pogue. A blanket is laid out in the back with some pillows scattered around, along with a cooler with two wine glasses sitting on top of it. JJ helps you into the boat, kissing your hand before releasing it and moving to start the boat.

The colors of the sunset are painting the sky in beautiful oranges, purples, and pinks by the time JJ stops the boat and throws down the anchor. He joins you on the blanket, opening up the cooler and pulling out a bottle of wine, a carton of strawberries, and a jar of Nutella. As he popped open the bottle and poured the wine into the glass, you shook your head at him.

“J, you’ve really out done yourself.”

He grins, handing you your glass.

“Yeah, well, wait till you taste the wine. It was like twelve bucks at the gas station.”

“I think we can agree that all wine tastes the same, and if you spend more than $15 on wine, then you are very stupid.”

JJ raised his glass with a wink, “I’ll drink to that.”

You spend the rest of the night cuddling on the Pogue, eating strawberries and getting wine drunk, watching as the colorful sky faded into a dark, sparkling one. As you got ready to head back to shore, you pulled JJ in for a passionate kiss.

“How did I get so lucky?” You questioned.

“Nah, sunshine, I’m the lucky one.”

And maybe he sings off-key

But that's all right by me, yeah

A karaoke machine, some cheap liquor, and a very drunk JJ Maybank was an amazing combination. Being just as drunk, if not drunker, you couldn’t stop your laughter as the love of your life terribly sang Dear Maria, Count Me In at the top of his lungs. He fell into your lap, face scrunched together at the intensity with which he was singing. You clapped louder than any of the other Pogues, who were just as far gone as you, as JJ sang the final words. He dropped his head dramatically, looking up quickly to sweep his hair out of his face without touching it. As JJ took your hand, pulling you up for a duet, you silently thanked Kie’s parents for cleaning out their basement and not throwing away the shitty karaoke machine from Kiara’s 11th birthday.

'Cause what he does, he does so well

Makes me wanna yell

Let's hear it for the boy

“I love you, J. You’re the greatest person in the whole fucking universe, aliens included. You’re the best friend and the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. Don’t let anyone, especially yourself, tell you differently.”

You rolled over to straddle JJ, taking his head in your hands.

Let's give the boy a hand

Let's hear it for my baby

“I love you, JJ Maybank. I will scream it from the rooftops because everyone needs to know that I am dating the most amazing man I have ever known. But right now, I want just you to hear it. You’re amazing, JJ Maybank.”

You kiss his cheek.

“You’re the funniest guy.”

You kiss the other cheek.

“You have great music taste, but a terrible singer.”

You kiss an eyelid,

“You plan the most amazing dates.”

then the other.

“You make me feel loved.”

A kiss on the forehead.

“Cherished.”

A kiss on the chin.

“Adored.”

You dive in for an intense and hungry kiss, soon pulling away to look deep into his crystal blue eyes.

“Loved.” You whisper. His arms wrap around your back, pulling you close to bury hie head in your chest. You feel tears begin to soak your shirt as he trails kisses across the exposed skin of your collarbone.

“God, I love you so much, sunshine. You’re my whole fucking world.”

He pulls you down for another kiss, rolling you over onto your back. His hands wander your body as he prepares to make you feel as good as you make him.

Let's hear it for the boy

Let's hear it for my man

Let's hear it for my baby

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