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kisskissbanggang · 1 year

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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 4 ✨🚀

[3k words, 11 min. read - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - SFW/Smut in Later Chapters - Meeting the Gang, Touring the Ship, Shady Happenings, Petty Theft, Cybernetically Enhanced Anatomy, Different Levels of Asshole, Always Check the Tags]

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Jisung looked on expectantly, in a way that was woefully and admittedly a little cute.

But still.

“I hate to admit it,” you lightly sighed with a shrug, “but it’s been a crazy day for me. I think I’d love to have a minute to recoup.”

The pilot nodded with enthusiasm.

“... By myself,” you clarified.

“Oh!” Jisung caught on. “Got it. Of course.”

“Glad you get it,” Changbin chuckled with a roll of his eyes. His toolbag in one hand, he gently patted your shoulder with the other to get you turned around so you could follow him. “Come on, love, let’s get you situated.”

“Want me to come along?” Jisung brightly offered.

Changbin waved him off before herding you back to the spiral staircase at the back of the bridge. “Fly the ship, bright eyes.”

“We’re on auto-nav–!” you heard Jisung whine as you left him behind. Changbin simply shook his head, stifling a laugh while he led you down the stairs.

“Don't mind Jisung,” the mechanic assured you. “He doesn't get out much and we don't meet a lot of people, as I'm sure you could've guessed.”

“Good pilot, though?” you asked. It was good to get a feel for any resources available to you, after all.

Changbin nodded heartily. “The best, seriously. He’s been flying since before he could walk. I think he was in the courier business before joining us? He even helped Chan pick out the ship.”

You were led through the modest galley again and back past the stairs down the cargo hold. “So it’s a good ship? The Ambler, right?”

“She fares better than you’d expect.” Changbin affectionately patted a support beam. You spied his own prison mark, just like yours but a royal purple hue. “Jisung managed to roll this beast of burden last time we really had to get out of dodge, and somehow all of us were fine, the Ambler included.”

Changbin pointed down the stairway.

“So Hyunjin’s room is down in the hold, behind the stairs. Jeongin’s bunk is there, too. Jisung is just off the galley here.” With that, he pointed to an entryway tucked into the maintenance access you'd paused in front of. You almost wondered if there was a gym on board, catching yourself staring at Changbin’s biceps straining the seams on his t-shirt sleeves.

“Changbin,” called a voice from behind you. There was Jeongin, the one that still had a soft expression despite his angular features, standing at the top of the stairs to the cargo hold. “I’m all done pulling out the barter goods.”

“Cool,” Changbin nodded. He gestured upstairs. “Can you check for any updates from Fed Patrol up on the bridge? You know Jisung forgets.”

Jeongin nodded and shot you a quick smile with a wave before leaving back the way you came from. Here in the maintenance access, all manner of control boxes and panels lined the walls in the open room. In front of you both was another sealed hatch door.

“And Jeongin is a good cabin boy, if you were wondering,” Changbin chuckled while he pulled up the latch bar on the door, the vacuum seal letting out a little exhale. “Alright. This is the workshop! Felix should be around here still.”

Once again, you'd been fooled by the scale of the ship from the outside. This was actually an incredibly decent sized garage. One speedster bike and one four-wheeler were parked in their bays… And so was one boat.

Embarrassingly, you'd never seen a boat in person. It never even really occurred to you that you might see all sorts of things you never had before on this impromptu trip. The craft was somewhat small, sleek, compact, probably enough to haul the crew and not much else.

“Like it?” Changbin asked, catching you focusing on it.

You nodded dumbly. “Sure! I mean, yeah. For the first boat I've ever been this close to.”

Changbin paused after he stowed his tools in the workbench on the wall. “Seriously. You've never been near a boat?”

There was really no use being defensive, you tried to remind yourself. “Nope,” you laughed. “You'd love what all I haven't seen. Your man Minho down in the hold told me I reminded him of a little bird. I didn't have the heart to tell him.”

“Birds? You've never seen birds?!” cackled a voice in the boat, making you both jump. Hyunjin sat up from where he’d apparently been stooped over, brushing his fingers back through his blonde hair. Unlike you and Changbin, Hyunjin had multiple prison and jail brands on his arm. You helplessly shrugged. “Well then,” he continued, “you’ll love it when we stop at the Hatchery. Birds, boats, all sorts of stuff.”

Changbin blinked at Hyunjin in confusion. “We’re detouring to the Hatchery?”

Now Hyunjin looked confused. “Yeah…? Remember Seungmin took that gig doing the charts for that fishing company? He's done early and they want the hard copies. It’s not that bad of a detour, considering the payday.”

“Right, no, I know that,” Changbin argued from where he still was at the workbench. “I just don't know when we decided this–”

Hyunjin held up his hands in innocence. “Hey, you didn't hear it from me.”

“What're you even doing in there?” you finally asked.

“Oh!” Hyunjin excitedly pivoted to hold up a small bag. “I’ve been looking for these foreign credits for ages and just remembered I had them in here for bartering last time we used the boat.”

You and Changbin watched Hyunjin casually hopped out.

“Keep an eye out for Jisung, by the way,” he warned over his shoulder on the way out. “I thought I heard him rustling around.”

The mechanic shared sideways glances with you. Unlikely, seeing as you’d just seen Jisung on the bridge.

But almost as if to change the subject, Changbin cracked a crooked grin. “For everything you haven't seen, I'm betting you have seen one of these.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Changbin pointed an electric lasso at you and fired it with a crackling pop. The thing wasn't charged, thank god, but it still startled the hell out of you. You did manage to duck out of the way nonetheless.

Changbin nodded, impressed as he retracted the lead. He even looked proud.

“Nice dodge.”

“Nice shot.”

“What the hell was that?” a beleaguered voice nagged from the doorway. You both whipped around to face the blonde man standing there. He dropped the bag of junk in his hands.

“Felix,” Changbin preemptively defended, already walking over to him. “I was just playing–”

“That's how we get hurt, you fucking maniac,” Felix laughed, exasperated. He easily pulled the lasso out of Changbin’s hands. “And you know I spent a fortune getting this with the other surplus!”

“Felix is our weapons specialist,” Changbin furtively explained to you. “He keeps us strapped at all times.”

You watched Felix literally pull back the whole workbench along with the attached wall. Behind it was another wall, this one being a rack with an impressive selection of gadgets, all ranging in different degrees of lethality. Felix flipped open a compartment and stowed the lasso before sliding the false wall and workbench back into place. Even more curiously, Felix had no prison branding… But he did have a Federation Marine mark.

The small, blacked out barcode was difficult to make out on Felix’s neck, being covered with a far more noticeable tattoo of a tiger lily on top of it – but it was unmistakable.

Felix turned to acknowledge you now, almost like he caught you inspecting him. “Nova,” he warmly grinned, “let’s show you your room, dude.”

You were a little relieved, to be honest. Felix strolled back over and patted a friendly hand on your shoulder to herd you in the direction of your bunk.

“Don’t worry about Chan,” he casually assured you. He paused when you looked confused.

“Did I seem like I am?” you asked. “I haven't seen him since you were all dealing with the port authority.”

Now you were both confused. Felix stroked his chin. “Oh. I thought I saw him recently so I assumed you ran into him. I was at least going to tell you he just generally looks annoyed; it's almost never one person's fault.”

“I appreciate that,” you giggled, “but you must like him a lot to be so readily defensive.”

Felix's cheeks rouged, shading his cute spray of freckles. You were amused to imagine this guy was the crew’s sharpshooter. “Chan’s great,” he downplayed with a dismissive shrug. “Great captain and a great guy. I’m betting we all owe him a favor, at least I know that’s how Changbin and I ended up here.”

“No, I totally do, too,” a voice pitched in from the entryway leading to your bunk. The three of you jumped, Felix fully gasping in surprise despite trying to suck it back down.

Jisung awkwardly waved in greeting. “Sorry,” he winced. “Just thought it was worth contributing. Nova, I brought your bag up. I saw you didn't have it on the bridge.”

“Thanks…?” you acknowledged. “How did you–”

“He probably used the service passages,” Changbin groaned. He punched Jisung in the arm, getting a whispered curse out of the pilot. “They’re between the floors, and between the walls and hull, and they’re not for playing.”

“I was just being helpful!” Jisung excused.

“And it was!” you gratefully reassured him.

Felix pointed to the door. “Out, Jisung. Can't you see the poor thing is exhausted? You can overwhelm her with questions about T’kaarm later.”

Jisung grinned brightly in realization. “I didn't even think about that! I’ve wondered so many things every time we’ve been there–”

Felix exaggeratedly pointed again. “OUT, JISUNG.”

“But we’ll talk later!” Jisung finally relented on his way out of the garage. “You gotta rest. Clearly! And recoup, like you said. I’ll see you later!”

You, Changbin, and Felix let out a sigh of relief when Jisung closed the door behind him. A peacefully quiet hum filled the workshop again.

“Okay,” Felix exhaled. “Now let’s show you your room.”

You nodded thankfully, turning the corner from the entryway to a set of doors. One labeled “6” was shut, but “7” on the right was open, and Felix opened it more with a soft push of his open palm. He and Changbin let you peek in before entering ahead of them.

Smaller than the bedroom you'd left behind, but far bigger than your cell, the immediate draw of the bunk was having your own window. Outside was simply darkness, stars, and small wisps of astral clouds.

It took you a second to realize your mouth was hanging open.

“I think Jisung was being strategic when we drew rooms,” Felix chuckled behind you. “He’s closest to the communal head midship. Hope you don't mind.”

“And it's easy enough to shower in private,” Changbin added. “If you're worried about that. I know I am.”

“Oh, and I'm sorry about the room. I know it's small,” Felix apologized, “and it’s not as clean as I'd like but–”

“Felix,” you interrupted. “It’s perfect. You almost did too much.”

“You really did a good job,” Changbin earnestly praised Felix, the mechanic scooping up his companion's hand in his own. “Now come on, leave her to it. You said you had cookies for me in the galley.”

Felix’s cheeks were tinted rosy again and he gave you a small smile with a wave before walking out with Changbin. You closed the door and allowed yourself a second to just sit in your room.

Alone.

With all the space you ever wanted outside.

You sat on the windowsill and simply watched. Most craft were already past the jumpspace checkpoint by now. If you were detouring to the Hatchery, it made sense that you were flying below the high speed corridor and not seeing any ships. It was so amazingly quiet.

You scanned the room again, getting your bearings. How did Jisung even get in here? The small room contained a writing desk along with a modest closet built into the wall across from your bed. Sure enough, your bag laid on the simple bedspread. You slipped off the windowsill. Here, part of the question was answered. A hatch was laid into the wall right under the window, but it only said “LATERAL AND DOWN ACCESS ONLY”. If Jisung came from the bridge, wouldn't that have been up? That is, if he even came through the service passages the whole way.

You popped open the closet. Now here was the second part of your answer. Footholds built into the wall of the storage space led up to a hatch in the closet’s ceiling. This one said “UP AND LATERAL ACCESS ONLY”. Interesting. So this led to the bridge? You turned the handle on the hatch and pushed up, following your hand as you climbed.

It was far darker in the service passage, only lit by work lights. This was like being in the cargo hold all over again. You ducked back down into your room and, sure enough, an emergency flashlight was clipped onto the built-in nightstand by your bed.

The ambient hum in the service passage sounded off, you thought. It wasn't just machinery and electronics. Then you noticed the hatch overhead. Your flashlight beam illuminated the label.

“RM 1. CPT’S QTRS”

What? So Chan’s room was above yours? There must've been another access on the bridge you hadn’t noticed, because if your recollection was correct, this room was right behind it. You straightened up, just to stretch out your back. The ceiling was much shorter here. There weren't even any footholds or rungs up to the hatch; the truncated height meant they simply weren’t needed.

The incongruent noise was easier to make out now. It wasn't just music, but maybe a livestream and maybe even a movie as well. But there was an unmistakable electric whirring of a drill up here. Almost like all the other noise was meant to drown it out.

You could've left it alone, and should've, but curiosity got the better of you.

The handle was as cold as the rest of the service passage when you turned it.

You weren’t going to snoop much. You just wanted to know what the noise was, clearly. This was understandable.

The cacophony was even louder when you opened the hatch, just enough to see. You were at floor level in the Captain’s quarters, over by the wall. This was like a stretched out version of your own room, with a much roomier bed, private head, tiny kitchenette, and a much larger desk that had been converted into a mini workbench. The lights were kept somewhat low aside from ambient hues of purple and blue. The most illumination in the space was the lamp over where Chan was currently working at the desk. This was where the whirring was coming from, and suddenly stopped.

Chan sat up and slipped off his safety glasses to inspect his work. He was holding a cybernetic leg. Squinting at something in the piece, he picked up a screwdriver to tinker with something inside the calf. A twitch in his right hand made him pause and flex before finishing up. He pushed himself away from the desk, and this was the first time you’d noticed.

Although you weren't sure how you would've noticed otherwise.

Dressed in a comfy pair of shorts, it was plain to see Chan only had one leg. The right leg he held in his hands seemed to be a perfect match. He slipped the top of the leg into the bottom of his shorts and settled onto it, adjusting and shifting his weight until he was bipedal again. The Captain inspected the limb, wiggling his toes and rolling his ankle around.

While Chan fiddled with the leg, now you noticed Chan’s own blacked-out Marines barcode.

Prison and ex-military.

Chan turned around, right to the end of the room you were snooping from. You ducked down, letting the hatch clamp shut over you.

You jumped back into your room and paced a little. There was clearly a lot going on in just the small world of the Ambler. But you weren’t sure where to go from here. Could you maybe even dip from the crew at the Hatchery if you liked it enough? You thought about this as you resumed enjoying the view outside. It really was gorgeous. Maybe you’d just find a cruise ship and bum around port to port. There'd be plenty of options once you got the payoff for that ring.

A crick in your neck prompted you to massage the muscles there, when you noticed how much of a sweat you worked up just snooping in the stale service passage. You opened your bag on the bed, pawing around for a spare shirt to change into.

When you noticed the ring was gone.

You didn't believe it at first. The contents of your bag spilled out onto the bedspread when you emptied it out, and you meticulously pored over every single item. You checked your pockets. You checked the bag itself, and then everything again.

It really was missing.

You tried to run down a quick list of suspects. Changbin was with you the whole time from the moment you got to the bridge. For all you knew, Seungmin never left the bridge. Jeongin came up from the cargo bay where your bag had been left, and Hyunjin was in the garage before you got there. Felix wasn’t likely, he’d been cleaning and preparing your room and was surprised to find Jisung in there. And Jisung! Jisung brought your bag up himself. Then there was Chan, whose room was literally right above yours. And what did he say when he threw you in the brig? They had to see if there was a “pretty little price” on your head?

And, of course, there was Minho, who would've been left with your bag the whole time until Jisung grabbed it.

Maybe you could go directly to the source to maybe gather some clues.

Maybe you could ask someone for more info.

Or… Maybe you could simply and quietly confront someone.

#stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut #skz fanfiction #skz fanfic #SPOILERS #ALWAYS CHECK THE TAGS #we only have so much time before we reach the Hatchery just keep that in mind 👀#CONFRONT is gonna get spicy INTERROGATE is gonna be tense and ASK is a little taste of both but also more fluff #we're not gonna solve this right away but we DO have a chance to make some headway on the mystery

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strawbbella · 1 year

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Hii! So I made a Lego monkie kid AU~ It's a murder mystery where Wukong the detective, and Macaque is a possible suspect.

Did Macaque commit the murder though or is he just easy bait

Mwehehehehe

Pls note that it is my first time writing again in a LONG time, so if you have any constructive criticisms, you're always free to leave it at the end of the story (let's keep it civilized and polite, ye?)

Chapter one if already out on wattpad! (mostly cause idk how to post on ao3)

If you have the time give it a read~ thanks and love you all

(it's a shadowpeach fanfic btw)

#lego monkie kid #lmk #macaque #monkie kid #six eared macaque #lego monkie king #shadowpeach #sun wukong #liu er mihou #lmk swk #murder mystery #shadowpeach fanfic #shadowpeach fanfiction #slow burn #enemies to lovers

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polls-by-secret · 11 months

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There are so many more possibilities and I haven't even touched the "coffee-shop au" and "enemies-to lovers" tropes 😅 still, I'm curious....

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #archieve of our own #fanfic tropes #romance #sick fic #kid fic #y/n #hurt/comfort #smut #murder mystery

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rucksanarocks · 11 months

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Finished writing AReal Ouija Board. Hope you like it . Its a horror thriller story of two sisters on their quest to search the unknown world.

#family #fanfiction #ghost #ghostface #horror #horror-thriller #humor #kids #mystery #sacrifice #scary #scream #thriller #books #wattpad #amreading

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walkawaytall · 1 year

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Apologies in advance to Tycho Celchu for heaping trauma on you in this fic when you're barely even a background character. It truly does suck to be one of the four Alderaanian refugees that I know the names of without doing extensive Wookieepedia research.

#Purpose of Heritage #star wars fanfiction #mysterious fanfic post #is this what the kids call foreshadowing?#tycho celchu #my fic

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carewyncromwell · 2 years

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“When we grow up, will I be a lady? Will you be an engineer? Will I have to wear things like perfume and gloves? I can still pull the whistle while you steer. Well, I don't care if I'm pretty at all, And I don't care if you never get tall... I like what I look like, and you're nice small -- We don't have to change at all...”

~“When We Grow Up” by Diana Ross

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inspired in part by this absolutely precious Youtube video, because honestly that articulate little metal princess is baby!Carewyn in a nutshell 😂💚 // more information on Carewyn’s childhood bully Bobbie Mathis can be found here

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It was always a joy, whenever Jacob Cromwell returned home during any holiday break. As much as Jacob loved learning at Hogwarts and as much as he was determined to use all of his time at school to his advantage so he and his friends could deal with the Cursed Vaults, he still couldn’t contain the flood of relieved, exuberant emotions that came from being reunited with his mother Lane and his little sister Carewyn. And considering that the last time he’d come home for winter break, Carewyn had managed to charm the driver of the Knight Bus enough that he actually took her to the train station to meet him and then drove them home free of charge, Jacob was so looking forward to surprising his little sister just as much in return when he came home with a chocolate Easter Egg full of salted caramel he’d picked up at Honeydukes especially for her.

One can imagine, therefore, that Jacob's enthusiasm was tempered significantly, seeing several fresh-looking bruises on his little sister’s pale, but smiling face.

They didn’t hurt, Carewyn had reassured both Lane and Jacob with her bravest attempt at a smile. Everyone had been playing a game of kickball at recess that day, and she hadn’t been paying attention. The nurse said she’d be fine, though. Jacob could tell Lane didn’t entirely believe this, but true to form, she was reluctant to force her children to tell her anything they didn’t want to.

Jacob, however, knew for a fact his little sister was lying, and he wasn’t going to keep quiet about it. So that evening, while Lane cleaned up the dishes, Jacob took the opportunity to confront the matter while tucking his nearly-eight-year-old sister into bed.

“Pip,” he said lowly, looking Carewyn straight-on in the eye. “Where did you get those bruises?”

Carewyn blinked twice. Then, her smile fading from her face at once, she looked down at her blankets, visibly uncomfortable.

“...From playing kickball,” she said again, much more quietly.

Jacob’s eyes narrowed. “Come off it, Pip -- I know those didn’t come from any kickball. Bruises don’t come in clusters like that unless someone’s purposefully hitting the same spot multiple times.”

He knew that full well, after all the times he’d gotten into fights, back when he was in Muggle primary school.

Carewyn didn’t answer. Her small hands clutched at her blankets in front of her.

Her posture made Jacob’s expression melt a bit, gaining a gentler, more concerned glint.

“Come on, Pip,” he coaxed her, “you know you can tell me. You can tell me anything.”

Carewyn was quiet for another long moment. She brought her knees up in front of her, hugging them tightly under the covers.

"...You won’t tell Mum?” she asked at last.

Jacob tilted his head to the left, confused. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t.”

Carewyn’s blue eyes grew a little smaller and more miserable.

“...I...I know Mum was upset...seeing how my face looked. I don’t want to upset her anymore.”

Jacob’s eyes -- the same shape and size as his sister’s -- gained a more empathetic look.

Although yes, Lane had always been unilaterally supportive of her children, both Jacob and Carewyn had still always felt a sense of protectiveness over her. They knew how hard she worked to try to keep them afloat financially all on her own...and with how uncomfortable she often was dealing with other people, there’d been more than a few times when Jacob had decided to deal with problems on his own rather than go to Lane asking for help.

“I won’t tell Mum a thing,” Jacob murmured. “I promise.”

The promise should’ve reassured Carewyn -- and yet even now, she seemed unable to look her brother in the face. She rested her head on top of her knees, her gaze locked on the far corner of her bed instead.

“...I...I hurt somebody,” she admitted softly.

Jacob cocked his eyebrows. “If it was the somebody who hurt you, I’d say they probably had it coming.”

Carewyn shook her head, clearly upset. “No! I mean, yes, it was -- but it was my fault! I hurt him! I...”

Her eyes overflowed with tears.

“...I was awful. I lost my temper, and...and I hurt him. I was terrible, to him.”

Jacob’s expression softened further, gaining the slightest hint of a sad smile as he brought a hand up to rest on the top of Carewyn’s ginger head.

“Hey...it’s okay,” he said softly, as Carewyn began to cry. “We all lose our heads sometimes. I’ve done it a bit more than ‘sometimes’...”

He brought his hand through her short pixie cut gently, to try to comfort her.

“You know I won’t care about that, don’t you? You’re my little sister. No matter what you did to that bloke, I don’t care. I know you didn’t mean to hurt him...”

This sentiment only served to make Carewyn look more upset. She shut her eyes tight and shook her head harder.

“But I did hurt him!” she burst out through her still rushing tears. “I know I did! That’s why he hit me -- because I said those awful things!”

Jacob’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Who?” he demanded.

“Bobbie Mathis,” sniffed Carewyn. “I -- I hadn’t wanted to hurt him, at first -- I just wanted him to leave me alone! I was already running late, and -- and if I didn’t get home soon, I wouldn’t get there in time...”

“Before I got home,” Jacob surmised. His lips had drawn more tightly together.

Carewyn was crying harder than ever as she nodded, clutching her knees.

“But -- but Bobbie just wouldn’t let go! And his friends were all laughing, and he kept calling me names, and making fun of my clothes, and calling me a freak, and -- I just wanted to run away! That’s all! But -- but I was just so mad, and sad, and...and he’d ripped my dress in front of all of his friends, and I was so embarrassed -- ”

Jacob felt like his vision was being overtaken with red as he took in all of this.

“He did what?”

His eyes shot around Carewyn’s room. After surveying the space critically, he zeroed in on a slightly open drawer of her dresser drawer. He strode across the room to the dresser, opening up the slightly ajar drawer, to find one of his sister’s only three dresses folded neatly inside. When Jacob unfolded it, he found that the skirt of the old-fashioned red gingham dress had a long, jagged tear that stretched from the hemline almost all the way up to the waist -- clearly high enough to show off some little girl’s underwear.

Jacob felt like someone had sparked two gigantic fireballs to life behind his eyes. Seeing the rage in her brother’s face, and perhaps even feeling it, Carewyn’s voice grew more strangled than ever.

“It wasn’t his fault, Jacob!” she insisted. “I know Bobbie didn’t mean it -- I knew it then too, but -- but I was just so upset! Because I like that dress, even if it is old and people say it’s ugly, Mum still bought it for me, and -- and I was hurt, and -- and I took it out on him! ...I said such awful things...”

Jacob whirled on Carewyn, his face contorted with righteous anger and disbelief. “You? Pip, what could you have possibly said, to deserve getting punched in the face? What could you have possibly said, to deserve getting your dress torn?”

But Carewyn looked too ashamed to articulate an explanation. Instead, she hid her face under her arms as she tried in vain to hold in her tears.

Chucking the torn red dress haphazardly back in her drawer, Jacob immediately swept back over to his little sister, bringing an arm around her and inhaling her in a suffocating hug. It was like he was trying to squeeze all of the remaining tears leaking out of her, just with his arms.

“Oh, Pip,” Jacob muttered beside the top of her head. “You really are a saint, aren’t you? Even after getting beat up and getting your dress ripped, you still can’t even hate the guy who did it, can you?”

Carewyn choked.

“I hurt him worse,” she mumbled almost incoherently. “I know I did.”

“That doesn’t give him the right to hit you,” Jacob said fiercely.

“No, but...he was ready to say sorry,” Carewyn mumbled. “He knew he’d done wrong -- they all did. But I lost my temper, and I was wrong, and I was mean. I know what I said hurt him. It hurt him bad -- really bad...”

“What is it you said to this prat that was so terrible?” asked Jacob disbelievingly.

But Carewyn once again seemed to have difficulty articulating that. She looked too ashamed -- she instead buried her face in her brother’s shirt, trying in vain to bite back more tears.

His jaw clenching that bit more tightly, Jacob ran his hand through his sister’s short hair and along her back, trying to comfort her.

“Now you listen to me, Carewyn,” Jacob said very lowly and firmly in her ear, “I don’t care what you said to that crotch-goblin, or how much he might’ve been hurt by it. You were hurt and angry, and from the sound of things, I’d say you were thoroughly right to be. I reckon for you to have lost your temper that bad with that rotten little gremlin, you must’ve been bottling up those feelings for a good long while. Probably trying not to worry Mum, or me, or anybody else. Is that it?”

Carewyn gave a loud sniff.

“...But...I made you worry anyway,” she mumbled after a moment in shame, “didn’t I?”

Jacob gave a dry smile. “You didn’t make me do anything, Pip. You’re my little sister -- I’m always gonna worry about you.”

He gave her a tight squeeze.

“Fortunately, though...I’m always gonna be proud of you, too. No matter what you might do or say, or what anyone else might think. Because I know you’re absolutely stellar, just the way you are...and anyone who can’t see that isn’t worthy of being a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe.”

Carewyn gave a choke that sounded a bit more like a suppressed giggle. It made Jacob smile that bit more widely and softly down at his little sister as she pulled away at last, rubbing her still tear-stained eyes. Picking up on how sniffly she was, Jacob immediately reached over to grab a box of tissues Lane had left at Carewyn’s bedside and brought it over so Carewyn could grab a couple and blow her nose. Then, just as smoothly, he’d put down the box of tissues and picked up her wastebasket so she could throw them away.

“There we go,” Jacob said with a smile, “feels better once it’s all out, eh?”

Carewyn nodded with another loud sniff, her lips being tugged up in a weak smile. “...Uh-huh.”

She wiped the last few tears out of her eyes with a smile.

“...Hey...Jacob?”

“Yeah?”

“Mum got me a new record.”

Jacob’s eyes lit up. “Oh yeah? Who’s it for?”

“Alice Cooper,” said a wispy, yet still rather amused voice.

Lane had quietly opened the door to her daughter’s room and now came inside to stand at the foot of her daughter’s bed, her arms crossed and her eyes sparkling with something not unlike mischief.

Jacob raised his eyebrows with interest. “Oh yeah? What’s she known for?”

Both Lane and Carewyn covered their mouths to try to hold in their laughter.

“They were an American band from a couple of years ago that was led by a singer who now solely goes by that stage name,” Lane said, her soft, understated voice full of fondness. “A lesser-known act, really...but Winnie heard one of their songs passing by the record store, and she was just determined to save up for it.”

“That’s because the song is awesome, Mum!” Carewyn’s face had unfurled into a very, very big grin, and she bounced up and down on the bed almost despite herself, headbanging as she sang at the top of her lungs --

“No more pencils! No more books~! No more teacher's...dirty looks~! Out for summer -- out 'til fall~... We might not come back at all~!”

Now it was Jacob’s turn to burst out laughing.

“Hold up now,” he said, his face full of both delight and teasing, “did my wee little sister become a rebel, all of a sudden?”

He pretended to wipe a tear of joy from his eye.

“Oh! I’m so proud!” he said in an over-the-top choke. “My little Pippa, all set to ‘stick it to the Man!’”

He gave Carewyn a more playful hug from behind, plopping down on top of her in such a way that she could feel his weight lightly crushing her.

“Hey!” Carewyn yelped through her giggling. “Jacob, get off!”

But Jacob merely leaned against her more, grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire Cat.

“Oh, Merlin, just wait -- just wait ‘til you get to Hogwarts, Pip! There’s so much to learn, so much to do -- so much to explore! Then you can really get up to some trouble...”

“Jacob!” Carewyn said in a rather petulant, huffy voice, as she tried and failed to push her older brother off of her. “I don’t want to get in trouble!”

“And you won’t! You’ll be way too smart to actually get caught.”

“That’s not what I meant, Jacob!”

Jacob cackled with laughter as he eased himself off of Carewyn. Lane was still smiling fondly at her two children as she came over to sit on Carewyn’s bed next to Jacob.

“All right, now -- settle down,” she said. “It’s high time you went to sleep, Winnie.”

“Yes, Mum,” said Carewyn.

With a small smile, she lowered herself down under her covers. Bending down, Lane brought a hand gently through her daughter’s ginger bangs and kissed her forehead.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Mum.”

Lane eased herself up off the bed and headed for the door. She paused in the doorframe to look back at Jacob.

“You should get yourself off to bed too, Jay,” she said in a very soft, but reproving voice. “You had a long day, getting home.”

Jacob nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’ll be right there -- just let me say goodnight too.”

Lane smiled at her son, before heading out of the room. Jacob turned his focus down to Carewyn in bed.

“Don’t worry about your dress,” he said under his breath. “I can always mend it with Reparo, while Mum’s asleep.”

Carewyn’s brow creased with concern. “But won’t you get in trouble? Using magic outside of school?”

“Nah,” Jacob said with a wry grin. “The Trace can only detect magic as being an anomaly in certain areas...you know, sensing magic’s been used somewhere where it shouldn’t be used, like in a Muggle neighborhood. It can’t sense who cast it, just where the magic was cast. And Mum’s a full-grown witch! So no one from the Ministry would even know it was me using magic, if I do it while Mum’s here too.”

Carewyn relaxed, clearly relieved to hear this. “...Okay.”

She paused. Then, impulsively, she got up and threw herself forward -- Jacob, having sensed the move long before she made it, caught his little sister in another big bear hug.

“Jacob?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m proud of you too.”

Jacob cocked an eyebrow. “What prompted that?”

“Nothing, really,” she mumbled into his shirt with a smile. “I just...I feel like you don’t hear people say that enough. So I wanted you to know.”

Jacob considered his tiny sister for a moment. Her words had prompted some gears to shift in his brain.

“What you have is a rare gift, Jacob,” Dumbledore’s words echoed in his mind. “To be able to traverse the space within another’s mind well enough to predict one’s actions before they happen is a talent many have fought hard to cultivate. To do it with no training, as you can...I would hazard to say you may be the only wizard in your generation, to have inherited such potential.”

If what I can do is so special, Jacob couldn’t help but think with something of a smug smile, just wait ‘til you see what my little sister is capable of...

Despite the arrogance in his expression, he gave Carewyn another affectionate squeeze.

“...Thanks, Pippa.”

After a moment, he let go of Carewyn, pulling the covers up and over her as she settled back down. He then crossed over to her dresser to fetch her torn red dress, tucking it into the back pocket of his jeans, before he headed to the open door, turned off the light, and closed the door behind him.

~*~

Not long later, while doing some errands for his mother, Jacob came across eleven-year-old Bobbie Mathis and his buddies, meeting at their usual stomping grounds by the playground next to their secondary school and Carewyn’s primary school. As soon as Jacob put two and two together about who the leader of this little middle-school gang was, the newly-sixteen-year-old wizard immediately strode right up to the rather tall boy and punched Bobbie in the face so hard that he broke his nose.

“That was for beating up my little sister,” Jacob snarled. His blue eyes shone like a mad dog’s as he looked from the stunned Bobbie to his trembling friends. “And if I ever hear of any of you laying a hand on Carewyn again, I can and will do a helluva lot worse than that.”

Sure enough, Bobbie and his gang were so terrified of both “freak Cromwells” that he never so much as spoke to Carewyn again.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my writing #jacob cromwell #carewyn cromwell #lane cromwell #fanfiction #aesthetic #for the record I do actually see bobbie mathis having reformed himself in his adult years #poor guy kind of realized he'd become a real jerk somewhere along the line and got some therapy and some better friends #basically this guy was carewyn's 'gideon grey' if you've seen zootopia XD;#still let's be honest jacob wasn't completely out of line in wanting to pummel the kid who beat up his sweet little sister #I mean come on bobbie she was three grades younger than you!! that's just low!!#carewyn was largely bullied because A) ginger B) overly sensitive thanks to her legilimency potential #and C) overactive childhood magic that made weird things happen around carewyn constantly hence why she was seen as a 'freak'#lane didn't hear the vast majority of her children's conversation just the tail end with jacob comforting carewyn #due to the lack of privacy she experienced at the cromwell estate she's very sensitive about eavesdropping on her children and such

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aurorasilverthorne · 2 years

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Vampires Don't Fall In Love: Chapter #1

Disclaimer: I own nothing! The Bailey School Kids book series and all its characters belong to the authors Debbie Dadey and Marcia Jones.

Note: Mr. Lobo is my OC and belongs to me. If you want to use him in fanart or fanfiction, you are welcome to do so, but please remember to credit me as his creator. Thank you!

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Summary: Ben has known Kilmer's grandmother, Madame Hauntly, since he was nine. This story chronicles their friendship and the ways in which it changes throughout the decades while also telling Mrs. Jeepers' love story. All the children still believe Madame Hauntly, Mrs. Jeepers and Boris Hauntly are vampires and that Mrs. Jeepers' ex-boyfriend is a really werewolf. Turns out they're right! Now what?

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Chapter One:

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Ben had never met anyone like Kilmer Hauntly’s grandmother. Madame Catalina Hauntly was a willowy, pale woman with a Romanian accent, green eyes and raven black hair that fell to her hips. She wore a black dress so long it hid her feet and had lengthy, bright green fingernails that seemed to glow in the dark.

Most adults said she was weird. Children in the neighborhood thought she was a vampire. Ben didn’t care. He adored her.

Madame Hauntly was different from other grandmothers. She only came out at night, told the most amazing stories and loved to climb trees. Ben always spent time with her when she visited the Hauntlys.

Well…not always.

Ben sighed.

He’d broken an arm a week ago doing stunts on his skateboard. The cast itched!

He tried to use a fork to scratch the skin beneath the fiberglass, but that ended the moment his mom saw. She confiscated the fork and sent him to his room.

Ben plopped down in front of his bedroom window to watch all his neighbors go about their day. Mr. Davis, the principle at Bailey Elementary, watered his garden and shooed Kilmer’s cat Sparky off his lawn. Ben waved to Mr. Lobo, the music teacher, who had been spending his free time at Mrs. Jeepers’ repairing and renovating the old Clancy Estate.

Annie and Jane ran by on their way to the local playground to play soccer with Carey, Eddie and the other kids.

“We’re going to Doodleburger afterward. Want us to pick you up a milkshake?” Annie asked.

Ben shook his head. “It would melt by the time you brought it back. Thanks anyway though.”

Jane shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Ben watched them hurry down Dedman Street and disappear around the corner. He wished he could go, but all the jostling would mess up his arm worse than it already was.

What bummed Ben out most was knowing he’d have to miss out on Madame Hauntly’s visit. She was due to arrive early that evening.

He wouldn’t get to hear about her childhood home at the feet of the Transylvania Alps, learn more about the Hauntly family history or take her to a movie at the cinema that had just opened over on Main Street. Ben knew how much she liked dark, cool places.

He and Kilmer had planned on treating her to dinner at Jewel’s Pizza Castle. Madame Hauntly had promised they’d all climb the old oak tree together.

“This stinks!” Ben glared at his cast. “I can’t climb trees or play ball with this stupid thing stuck on my arm.”

He tried playing video games, but it was practically impossible to reach the next level when he only had one good arm. He eventually gave up and turned off the television figuring he’d skip supper and go to bed early.

Ben was beginning to doze off when he heard a tapping at his window. He turned over to see what it was then remembered he’d closed the drapes. He slid off the bed and pulled them open.

Nothing.

Ben frowned. “Huh? I could’ve sworn I heard-“

A face appeared in the window. Ben cried out and jumped back before realizing it was Madame Hauntly perched gracefully on the ledge outside his window.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” she said. “Kilmer told me about your arm. I hope it isn’t causing you pain.”

“I’m okay. It’s just…I can’t have any fun with my arm stuck in a cast. The doctor says I’ll have to keep it on until the bone heals. How am I gonna play sports or climb stuff with this thing?”

Madame Hauntly hummed in thought. “Well, climbing trees and playing sports might be out of the question until your arm is healed, but there are other ways to have fun.”

“Like what?”

Madame Hauntly smiled giving him a glimpse of her sharp eye teeth. “A movie? Or pizza and ice cream, perhaps? I spoke to your parents. You and I will be eating pizza and going to see a movie. Wash up and meet me out in the yard. Kilmer and the others are waiting for us.”

Ben perked up. “Really?”

Madame Hauntly smiled. “Of course, silly boy. Did you think I would exclude you from being part of my visit because of your injury?”

“I didn’t hink you’d want me around slowing you down,” he admitted.

“Oh, darling…” She patted his shoulder. “I am your friend as much as you are Kilmer’s. I will always make time for you.”

Ben smiled genuinely for the first time since he’d fallen from his skateboard. “Kilmer’s right. You’re the best.”

Madame Hauntly laughed. “I am not the best, but I certainly appreciate the compliment. I will wait for you outside.”

Ben threw on clean clothes and ran his hand through his hair. A quick glance in the mirror and he was on his way out the door.

Maybe having a broken arm isn’t so bad after all,” he mused, keeping in step with Madame Hauntly as they headed toward the pizza castle.

Madame Hauntly noticed him staring at her and offered him a reassuring smile. She didn’t act like other adults. Ben believed wholeheartedly that she was the coolest person in Bailey City.

After they were done eating and the movie had ended, Madame Hauntly took all the kids back to Hauntly Manor Inn. Ben sat on one of the dirt mounds in the conservatory while she told stories about Romania and the Transylvania Alps.

“It is late,” she said, “I will walk you all home.”

She made sure everyone made it safely back to their houses. It was past midnight, but Ben just couldn’t sleep, so he snuck out the back door and struggled up the ladder of his tree house.

He was less than half way there when a hand gripped his ankle. He gasped and looked down to see Madame Hauntly standing at the base of the tree.

“You should be in bed resting,” the Hauntly matriarch stated as she helped him back down. "It is not good to climb about with a broken arm. I do not wish to see you harmed”

“I can’t sleep,” he explained.

“Is it your arm? Does it hurt?” she asked. “I can speak to your mother. She ought to be able to give you something to quell the pain.”

Ben shook his head. “It’s not that. I just had so much fun that it’s hard to turn my brain off.”

Madame Hauntly nodded in understanding. “You must have a lot on your mind. Would you like to share your thoughts with me? I am a good listener.”

Ben sat on the grass and leaned his back against the tree while Madame Hauntly made herself comfortable on one of the low lying branches above.

True to her word, she listened as he told her about school and stuff going on in his family. He talked to her about his favorite games and how he and his dad were training so he could try out for the football team next year.

After another hour or two, Ben grew tired and ended up falling asleep. Madame Hauntly lifted the exhausted fourth grader and carried him up to his room.

How she ever managed to do so without waking either him or his parents, Ben didn’t know. He woke the following morning in his bed with a blanket draped over his body and a leaf stuck in his hair. If Madame Hauntly was a vampire, she was the good kind.

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dark-moocha · 1 year

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In the hands of fate

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A deserted land, rocky hills extending as far as his eye can see, no trace of human life, although that’s a rare sight these days. A boy, a mere silhouette in the vastness of nothingness that is the landscape surrounding him. He places his hands over his eyes and looks at the horizon, trying to spot something, anything. With a sigh, he drops his gaze and retreats to the shaky shelter, the rusty metal scraps clinging together unharmoniously in the hot wind. Jeongin thinks back about the time scientists announced they were trying to explore the sun. They hadn’t shared much information, until almost two years after the first announcement. That day all news channels had passed the same message: whoever is able to build a shelter underground in their house should start with the construction for safety reasons. That was the only thing they had said.

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#stray kids #stray kids fanfiction #hyunin #apocalypse au #stray kids ot8 #superpowers #found family #hands #hopeful ending #eventual happy ending #past character death #mystery

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thisonlyguy-49 · 2 years

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Who else feels like outlining a Stranger Things AU with 2-3 main original characters/OCs going from Seasons 1 - 4 (to eventually 5) with stories in between seasons expanding on said OCs and having the series slowly and slowly divert off canon while still attempting to keep the vision of both the Duffers and yourself?

If not, then I guess I’m the only one.

Because I am.

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Jason Attacking Tim at Titans Tower

Fanon vs Canon

We've all seen the versions in fanfiction but I'm not so sure everyone's seen the original so if you're one of those batfam fans who doesn't want to read the comics (regardless of reasons) but you are curious about how it actually went this is for you.

What I'm addressing:

What does Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Did Jason drug all the other Titans?

Did Jason really wear a Robin costume?

Did Jason slit Tim's throat or call him replacement?

Did Jason actually break Tim's bo staff?

Was Tim crying or scared?

Did Jason write a message on the wall in Tim's blood?

Did Jason's eyes glow green?/Did he follow pit rage mechanics?

Panels and details below. This is a LONG one.

What did Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Dialogue in fanfiction during the Titans Tower attack varies based on what kind of fic you're reading but usually its either 'time to clip Replacement's wings' if its staying a beatdown whump 'or oh no precious lil bby why is no one watching you' if its an accidental child acquisition. Not judging either option, but this ain't about them its about the real shit.

Look at these opening lines:

Hey, Tim. I was here first.You're the Red Hood. You've been cleaning up Gotham the easy way. Easy? What do you know about easy, Tim? You had a father that looked after you. You went to a private school, right? You slept in a bed. I slept on the streets, I lived in the alleyways in Gotham. Trying to survive. Until Bruce took me in. I trained as hard as I could. I did whatever he asked. . . at least at first. But it didn't matter. They said I wasn't tough enough to be robin. But today, they say you are. Show me, Tim. Show me what you have that I didn't.

Jason really puts himself out there in all of his dialogue in this encounter, the struggle of having to fight for anything and everything he got in life, even the things that came to everyone else for free, and then being told he wasn't even good enough for the things he fought for.

There's a trope in fanfics that if Jason knew Tim stalked Batman and forced his way into being Robin that it would change how Jason felt about the situation but that's even addressed in this comic:

You were a kid, worried about how Batman was spiraling down into darkness. You spent weeks tracking the dark knight. Solving a mystery no one else could. You discovered who he was behind that mask. Millionaire Bruce Wayne. You were so pleased with yourself, I'm sure that you forgot who you were really dealing with. I know Bruce Wayne. And let me tell you, Tim if someone was trying to find out who Batman really was. If someone was stalking him for weeks. He'd know about it. You can't be that good. I am. He let you find him. And I bet he said the same thing to you as he did to me, didn't he? That you had a talent to make a difference in Gotham. That he needed someone he could trust in war on crime. That you were one of a kind. The light to his darkness. Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Tim saying 'I am' is really such a moment that doesn't come through in text because he is right that he really did do that but I also completely understand why Jason wouldn't believe it.

TBH my favorite part is how done Tim honestly sounds with Jason thoughout all his trauma dumping. Like imagine a grown man who used to work the same part time job as you breaking into your house, dressing up in your work uniform, ranting about how much the job ruined his life while he beats your ass??? God, and he probably had to write a fucking report about it after. RIP Timmy.

What do you want? Do you want to be Robin again? Is that it? You... want to take it away from me? Why in the hell would I ever want that? Don't you get it? When I died no one cared! No one remembered me. Are you completely insane? No one could forget you. I've spent my entire career wearing this mask under your shadow. I had to convince Batman to let me try this. All because he'll never stop blaming himself for what happened to you. You ask me, that's the only reason he hasn't taken you down. He's holding back. But me? No freakin' way. That's the Robin I wanted to see. Still. You do realize the whole idea of training a teenager to fight against something he'll never eradicate is a mistake. It didn't even surprise anyone when I died. When I failed. I failed-- but I'm still beating you. Do you think you're that good now?! Do you really, Tim? Yes.

Tim bashing Jason across the face as he says 'no freakin' way'? *chefs kiss*

Jason drugging the other Titans to knock them out?

Little bit true, Kory was actually just already away from the tower and BB and Cyborg were about to bounce because of the drama going on with Donna's return but Jason like super tazes them and then drugs Raven who he thought already went through enough shit without him knocking her out violently.

Note: Jason says in the text here that he never rolled with Cyborg or BB but like he actually did in some comics so?? The continuity is lie I guess idk.

Did he show up in Red Hood gear or a Robin costume?

Both tbh but he spent most of the time in the Robin costume but bro actually made a stripper rip away version of his Red Hood gear so he could dramatically reveal the Robin costume underneath. I can't believe no one ever includes that in their fics its so fucking funny.

Does he call Tim 'replacement' or slit his throat?

No, this came from a Batman comic with Hush not Teen Titans. That incident takes place in a graveyard not Titans Tower and he calls Tim pretender not replacement.

Does Jason break Tim's staff?

Tragically, no. The bo staff snap would have been iconic. Instead he just takes Tim's staff and beats Tim up with it and breaks stuff. BUT!! He uses it to bust a statue in the TITANS MEMORIAL ROOM which is a place in Titans Tower just for having statues of dead previous titans and Jason is rightfully pissed he didn't get one. Like Tim is correct in saying no one forgot him still but like I would be hurt too if all my friends made cool statues of friends that died and then just left my zombie ass out, like wtf.

Note: I am seriously losing my shit that I have never seen someone bring up the memorial room in a fanfic. That is so much angst material. 😭

Tim crying/ being scared?

Hell no. He's a fucking Robin you know he's being a sassy boy the whole time, even towards the end when he's about done he's still saying he's her and I love Tim for that.

Note: There are a few different times where Tim does a flippy Robin move and then Jason just fucking copies it like flexing that he can do it too, and its just so petty and stupid he's trying so hard to be better than an actual child. 💀I get why in the context of the situation but its still so ridiculous.

Message on the wall in Tim's blood?

TBH I really don't know for sure on this one?? Like its implied that he did but Tim isn't bleeding all that much throughout this beatdown and like we don't see Jason do it just the Titans reacting to seeing it after. It could be Tim's blood, it could be red paint, and it could even be that Jason packed an actual bucket of blood to bring with him to write a message with after he finished. TBH the world is your oyster on this one.

Note: If anyone can find another comic where this event was brought up where they actually clarify it was Tim's blood hmu and I'll update this but I couldn't find any.

Pit rage/ glowing green eyes?

Fanon only at this point in the comics. Jason is seems to be himself and even thinks Tim and his friends are pretty cool at the end, and he's just like reflecting on if he had good friends if he would have turned out better as he leaves.

#tim drake #jason todd #red hood #robin dc #teen titans #comic panels #jason and tim #teen titans 2003 #dc comics #panels are from teen titans (2003) issue 29 #i would never tell anyone they have to read comics but i do think seeing the original scene of fanon favs is good #not because you need to follow them but because its good to know what you're taking inspo from #jason attacking tim at titans tower #LONG POST

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halfagone · 6 months

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Is it Canon or Fanon?

A little over a week ago, I received a very thought-provoking ask that wondered whether the Fenton parents could be considered good parents after everything they've done throughout the show. I did leave a response to that ask, and you can find the original answer here. But even afterwards, it had me thinking:

Why did we start depicting Jack and Maddie as Bad Parents to begin with?

I aim to answer this question through canon evidence to see where this argument might have come from. Now, something to keep in mind is that we still tend to ignore canon a lot of the time, so there may be some people who won't take this meta to mean all that much anyways. But for the purpose of fanfiction, we have to acknowledge that there needs to be an in-universe explanation to these events and sadly, the 'it's a Butch Hartman show' or 'it's an early 2000s cartoon' excuses don't really cut it.

So let's start with some basic stats. There are 49 episodes to the Danny Phantom cartoon (we will not be using the Graphic Novel, A Glitch in Time, for examples); 20 for the first season, 17 for the second, and 12 for the third. If you looked this up on Google, you might notice that these numbers don't line up with the episode list provided. This is because I counted any two-part episodes as one for convenience's sake. Season 2 has three two-parters: "Reign Storm", "The Ultimate Enemy", and "Reality Trip". Season 3 has "Phantom Planet".

Jack appears for 43 of those episodes, although he does not have any speaking lines in the episode, "Frightmare". Maddie, on the other hand, appears in 40 episodes. The three episodes that Maddie does not appear in, but Jack does, are as follows: "Memory Blank", "Flirting With Disaster", and "Double Cross My Heart".

Let's Start with Season 1:

"Mystery Meat": Jack is shown as dismissive to Danny and his friends' preferences, telling them, "True, I've never seen a ghost, but when I do, I'll be prepared. And so will you, whether you want to be or not." Later on, when Sam and Tucker are visibly shaking and Danny is panting from exhaustion, he doesn't realize something is off about this. When Jazz offers to drive Danny to school, the Fenton parents quickly assume that she's a ghost and go off to track them down... even despite her previous argument that she was mentally an adult (should I be concerned that Jazz called Danny an 'abused, unwanted wretch' to make a point to their parents?) A POINT TO MADDIE, she worried about hurting Jazz if she really wasn't a ghost but Jack quickly dismisses that, as their ghost-hunting device only hurts when gets into human hair (spoiler alert, it gets into Jazz's hair). She also insists that Danny is not a ghost, but unfortunately she ultimately doesn't try to stop Jack when he insist Jazz is a ghost. Standing aside and letting abuse play out does not mean Maddie is innocent of hurting her daughter too.

"Fanning the Flames": When Jazz and Danny are struggling to study for an upcoming test, Jack decides that they should put their kids into the 'Fenton Stockades' which is basically an iron maiden. And yes, the Fentons have an entire floor that is meant to torture people. I feel like that should probably be addressed at some point. A POINT TO MADDIE, she stood her ground and refused to let him put their children inside, and even locks him inside instead.

"Teacher of the Year": After hearing displeasing news about the state of Danny's grades in a parent-teacher conference, Maddie lectures Danny by saying, "Get this straight Danny. You're a Fenton. Fentons get As. Or in your father's case, B minuses." Before this, when Danny tried to explain himself, Jack shuts him up with, "Now that's enough of your sass talk mister." Do a lot of parents act like this? Yes. Does that make this a good, conductive way to help your child improve their grades? No, it does not. In fact, Maddie's response in particular probably reinforces the idea that Danny doesn't fit in with the rest of his family and further proves that Jazz is the favorite child. Not a great parenting moment.

"Fright Knight": In this episode, Jack tells Danny, "If I didn't consider it a sign of weakness, I'd weep with joy!" Not a very promising sign when a parent tells their child that it's wrong to show emotion. It's especially telling, however, when it's crying from joy and not even sadness. Yikes.

"13": This is the episode where Jazz 'dates' Johnny briefly, and we see Danny stalking them on their dates. I've seen people give Danny a decent amount of flack for that as well, so this would be a good time to say that the Fenton parents were there too and even encouraged him to keep stalking his sister. Danny was wrong to ignore Jazz's privacy like that, but he definitely learned it somewhere.

"Public Enemies": Here we see more of the Fenton parents' aggression towards ghosts. We get a line from Jack: "I'm gonna tear that ghost kid apart into a million different-" Notice something here? He recognizes that Phantom is a ghost 'kid' and yet still fully intends to shoot at him with the intent to hurt if not straight-up kill him. The only time Maddie disagrees with him is to insist that she does the dirty work because she has better aim than him. These are not the type of people you should let children stay with.

"Maternal Instincts": Okay, I gotta say it, this is a really cute episode. We get to see Maddie reminiscing over how close she and Danny used to be and wishing they had that bond again. Unfortunately she does get some points docked off for deciding what they should do as a bonding activity instesd of asking what Danny wanted to do and maybe learning more about his interests and who he is as a person now that he's a teenager. But there is this really sweet moment where Maddie tells Danny 'I love you' at the campsite which absolutely melted my heart and then later on when she saves Danny from the ghosts, Danny tells her she's awesome and gives her a hug. So sweet. But then she kinda ruins it by asking her son to act as a distraction and- Please do not ask your teenage children to keep skeevy old guys 'entertained' when you know he's a creep. A POINT TO JACK, while all this is going on he's defending his daughter and even shouts, "Back off, she's a minor!" That's some Dr. Doofenshmirtz energy right there, I respect it. He also talks about making Jazz an action figure, which was a really cute moment amidst the chaos.

"The Million Dollar Ghost": This episode is filled with some great Danny-Jack bonding moments and goes to show how much Danny cares about his father that he's willing to get caught to make Jack feel better about himself. We also get to see how much Jack cares about how Danny views him and he wants to be someone in Danny's eyes. Unfortunately, this is the episode where Danny gets lectured for not doing all his lab chores, such as cleaning the beakers and changing the ecto-filtrator- despite knowing that the portal could blow up if they don't change in time and knowing that Danny is bad at cleaning his own room. And we literally get a scene where Jack knocks something over and tells Danny to clean it up because he was too busy running around to do it himself. Is it important to give children chores? Yes, it teaches them responsibility. You should not be asking them to deal with hazardous, dangerous chemicals that can literally cause an explosion capable of killing people. Something to keep in mind.

Now let's look at Season 2:

"Doctor's Disorders": In this lovely (sarcasm) episode, we have Jack saying to Danny's face: "Poor Jazz. She's always been my favorite." I don't feel like this one needs much more explanation for how horrible this is. Also, this isn't really too relevant to the bad-parent-thing and more to the "they wouldn't take Danny's reveal well under other circumstances" thing, because Maddie literally says to Tucker: "Everybody knows humans can't have ghost powers." Which would technically, probably, dehumanize Danny in their eyes.

"Identity Crisis": There's one line in particular in this episode I wanted to point out, which is from Jack where he says, "Safety features? Why, safety features are for punks." ...I know this is probably supposed to be a joke, but when you think about it, it's even worse than you might think. In fanon we do tend to stress how forgetful the Fentons are when it comes to lab safety, but it's one thing to forget and it's a whole other thing to purposefully dismiss it. I could even argue that we're doing the Fentons a service by characterizing them as simply forgetful.

"The Fenton Menace": This is one of the episodes I referenced in the original ask as well, for its... plethora of concerning material. There are lines such as, "Whether it's air land or sea I won't stop until we capture a ghost and tear it apart. Molecule by molecule." A POINT TO MADDIE, she told her family she loved them by saying, "Nothing like spending quality family time with the people you love." However she immediately loses those points when she and Jack attempt to 'spin the crazy' out of Danny. The episode transcript reveals Danny's reaction to this, which is described by, "Danny screaming, his face and hair flying around. Zoom out to show him strapped to a table, which is attached to a metal arm. Zoom out to show the metal arm connected to a centrifuge-like device on the ceiling." As well as, "Danny is shaking, hair sticking up with bags under his eyes." Is this supposed to be a joke? I wouldn't know because quite frankly, I'm not laughing.

"The Fright Before Christmas": So in this episode we learn why Danny hates Christmas! Which is because he got peed on by a dog. As a baby. What kind of parent lets their baby get peed on by a dog? Again, child neglect is a criminally punishable offense, and if they had left him out, in the cold, with dog piss on him, we could have had a lot bigger problems here. They also ignore both their children for most of this episode due to their arguing, although they go back later on and tell Danny that he shouldn't be alone for Christmas and where was all this concern before?

"Secret Weapons": Ah... This is the episode where it happens. Here we get the infamous interaction. Please note how a ghost is referred to as an 'it'. Not a person, not even a kid. But an 'it' that can feel pain that will go ignored.

Jazz: "Does it hurt the ghost?" Maddie: [laughs] "Oh, Jazz! You know your father and I don't care about that. Jack: "Yeah! If we hear it scream, then we know it's working."

"Micro-Management": At the very end of this episode, Jack makes a comment to Danny, "I'm so proud. Our boy finally has the physical prowess of a 60 year old president. Here's to you son." Clearly it's meant to be a compliment, but I don't know about you guys, but I wouldn't take this as a compliment.

"Masters of All Time": This one takes a more distressing turn, because after Maddie catches Danny for snooping around, she has his strapped down to a table and fires a laser at him to interrogate him, thinking he's a ghost (though the laser doesn't hit him, just threatens him, which... isn't much better). And this is after he's already insisted that he's her son. He is still very clearly a child, and even if she doesn't believe that he's her son (for admittedly understandable reasons, people usually remember when they bear children), the fact that she strapped him to a table at all does not look favorably on her. Especially when he very clearly believed that she was his mother, and he was her son. And she still did this to him. Yes, there were time shenanigans involved, but that doesn't make this any easier on Danny just because he knows the truth.

"Reality Trip": This episode showcases that the Fenton parents can actually be decent parents. While they have a hard time believing the truth at first, they do eventually accept it. However, it is still important to remember that Danny could have never known what their reaction would be, so his fear is understandable and rooted in real concern for his life. Here are some of the best points from this transcript:

Jack: "Imagine, our own son has had ghost powers all this time and has kept them a secret from us. [confused] But we love him! [turning to Maddie] I wonder why he didn't trust us enough to tell us." Jazz: "[sarcastically] Hmm, let me guess. [mimicking Jack] "Hey, Maddie, let's destroy the ghost!" [mimicking Maddie] "No, Jack, let's dissect the ghost." [mimicking Jack again] "I know, let's catch the ghost and rip it apart molecule by molecule!" [normal voice, sarcastic again] You guys are so understanding." [Jack and Maddie drop their gazes, ashamed.]

Moving onto Season 3:

"Eye for an Eye": This is more a passing mention, but Jack seems to be a little obsessed with the GIW and huge fans of their work, and you do see it some more in "Livin' Large" later on in the season as well.

"Girls' Night Out": We see Jack trying to make an effort with Danny in this episode again. I did point out in the original ask reply that Jack was obviously trying to be a good father for Danny, which definitely deserves some points. However, it is still important to point out how generally uninterested Danny was in the bonding activity. It goes back to how Maddie ignored the chance to give Danny a choice, and how dismissive they tend to be towards him. I still want to award Jack a point for looking for advice from 'Father/Son Relationships For Stupids!' but I do so half-heartedly. Their interactions in this episode definitely reek with discomfort, but considering everything that has gone down in between now and "The Million Dollar Ghost", that does make sense.

"Torrent of Terror": This is another instance of extreme lack of safety precautions- the airbags don't deploy? In the GAV??? Somewhere out there, OSHA is crying.

"Forever Phantom": Maddie and Jack show a lot of anti-Phantom rhetoric in this episode. So this tracks how uncomfortable and/or threatened Danny might feel at home. Some examples include:

Jack: "He keeps this up he's liable to make people forget he's nothing but a putrid rancid ball of self-aware protoplasm."

Maddie: "Don't be fooled sweetie. He's up to something. Remember that time he attacked the mayor? Or stole everyone's Christmas presents? Once a filthy ghost always a filthy ghost."

"Livin' Large": Something to remember, the GIW intend to fire a missile into the Ghost Zone after gaining access to the Fentons' portal. While they didn't have the password right away, it cannot be understated that the Fentons basically gave away their house in exchange for wealth. Thankfully the missile was just a fake and not a real weapon of mass destruction, but do not mistake this to mean that- had it been real- the GIW wouldn't have gone through with it. And the Fenton parents would have been just as responsible.

And that concludes our canon research for this argument! Let's wrap things up with some stats. Of the 49 episodes in the show, we have evidence in 21 episodes. That is roughly 43% of the show, and this does not include comments that Danny has made about his parents and how they treat him. Obviously, at the end of the day, human error is possible. There is always a chance that I could have missed another piece of information, or perhaps another thoughtful addition to this list. However, 43% is no laughing matter.

Yes, the Fenton parents had their shining moments, but with all the other evidence presented that overshadows those little gems, can you confidently say that they are good parents? And most of all, if you were in Danny's shoes, would you say the same thing?

It's easy to excuse this as a cartoon. When you're writing in this world, playing with these characters, that excuse instantly evaporates.

Thank you for reading, I hope you all learned something about the Fenton parents like I did.

#danny phantom #dpxdc #jack fenton #maddie fenton #fanon vs canon #character analysis #show analysis

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PING! WE SHOULD FUCK

PAIRING: jake x fem!reader

GENRE: smut, fwb, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), fluff, angst, fingering, choking, spanking, masturbation, cunnilingus, mentions of nicknames and food, jake has a twin sister, lmk if i missed anything!

SYNOPSIS: trying out tinder was a random thought you had, not expecting to see your best friend’s twin brother there. feeling bold, you swiped right on his profile, never once thinking that he’d do the same and text you right after, to which, you didn’t reply, well knowing that you’ll have to face him the next day for your sleepover with his sister at their place.

WC: 6.5k+ words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels <3 im back with a jake fic! the idea popped up in my mind so randomly but i had to write it down even though i rushed it a bit :3 i hope you guys like it! all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated <3 i hope you guys enjoy it! iloveyou all <3

“Five days? You're kidding me,” your friend deadpanned, blowing air on her fingers as she finished applying another coat of nail polish on her perfectly oval shaped nails.

“I swear! It's been so long, I really need to get laid,” you sighed, painting your own nails with a pout on your face.

To say you were a sex addict would be an understatement. You had recently gotten out of your friends with benefits relationship, simply because you got bored of his ways, it lasted for about three weeks — which was a long time. Nevertheless, you wanted something entirely new this time.

“I fucked Sunghoon yesterday,” Jia spoke up with a proud smirk on her face as you gasped.

Park Sunghoon, the best friend of Jake Sim, who was also Jia's twin brother. It was bound to happen someday, their eye-fucking wasn't very subtle, however, you didn't know she would go on with it. That's exactly what made it more exciting.

“No way on earth you just fucked your brother's best friend,” you chuckled, “that's something straight out of a fanfiction. Scandalous.”

She giggled, telling you all about her experience from the past night and you teased her for scoring that big dick. Meanwhile, you also kept thinking about what to do with your situation. Some options you had would include going to a party and having a random hookup with a stranger, or, reaching out to one of your old flings — which you wouldn't do in your sane mind.

“So, what's your plan next?” she asked you, lying down on her bed as you proceeded to lie down next to her.

“No clue actually. Maybe I'll have to take the matter in my hands for now,” you mumbled, staring at the ceiling.

“Does that mean—” she started.

“—the pink vibrator,” you both spoke out loud, giggling right after.

That was your best plan for tonight, since you were in no mood to go and fish for new boy toys.

Blowing a flying kiss to your best friend, you stepped out of her room, running into something solid, however, it wasn't a wall, rather, it felt muscular. A hand coming to your waist, successfully preventing you from falling down, your eyes widening in the process. You stepped back as the heavy scent of musky perfume invaded your senses, looking up to see none other than Jia's brother.

You haven't exclusively interacted with him before, he had been mysterious ever since you first met him, through Jia, of course. Other than the mere nods of acknowledgement, and a few stares here and there, you hadn't ever spoken a word to him, except for that one time you had thanked him for holding open the door for you.

This would mark as your second interaction, “I'm sorry,” you spoke before taking another step back, looking at his face.

Parted hair, hollow cheeks and plump lips upturned into a smirk.

“Don't be. I enjoyed it, babygirl.” He winked before leaving you standing there dumbfounded, the door of his room closing as you tried to comprehend what had happened seconds earlier.

You'd be lying if you say that you didn't find it attractive. The result of the same being your legs wide open, paired with the same pink vibrator which had become your best mate from the past four days. You unbutton your blouse slowly, getting rid of your bra and cupping your tits, closing your eyes as you thought about being touched, a soft moan escaping your mouth as the vibrator stimulated your clitoris just how you liked it.

You whimpered, legs shaking as you pinched your nipples lightly, biting your lips to conceal your moans. The feeling was euphoric, also paired with distress as no matter what you did, you couldn't reach your high. You groaned, replacing your vibrator with your fingers, rubbing soft circles on your wetness, mind going back to what had happened a few hours back, the image of Jake's face popped into your mind and you didn't fight it.

Instead, you proceed to insert a finger inside your hole, gasping as you imagined it to be his thick finger, soon inserting another digit, pumping in and out while bucking your hips to meet your fingers, curling them inside of you. The highly vivid images of Jake doing those things to you helped a lot more than your vibrator did, a knot forming in your stomach as you increased your pace, thighs clenching as you wondered how deep his accented voice would sound in a situation similar to this.

With rigged breathing and shaking legs, your back arched, toes curling when you moaned out Jake's name, reaching your high with the release of your fingers being coated with your juices.

With weak legs, you stood up after a solid of five minutes, getting into the shower after turning the geyser on, letting the hot water droplets soak you up, you sighed, realizing what you'd done a few minutes back. Leaning against the cold shower tiles, you gently rubbed your body with a loofah, shaking your head.

You admit that it was the best orgasm you've had in two weeks, however, the fact that you had cum to the thought of your best friend's brother is what made your heart beat faster than normal.

With your bathrobe on and your hair still wet, you sat down on your bed with no intention of wearing your clothes just yet. You opened your Instagram only to come across Lee Heeseung's post, whereby he showed off his new girlfriend. Just below it, you saw a very vibrant advertisement of Tinder, your interest piqued all of a sudden as you clicked on it, downloading the application at once.

This is what you were going to do, find someone to hook-up with using a dating app, you hadn't ever done this before and naturally, it took you a few minutes to make an account and learn the basics of how the app works, making sure to select an equally sluttery and adorable picture for your profile.

You won't deny that it was fun to swipe left seeing some profiles with literal actors on their profile pictures, not to mention they also claimed to be those very actors. You also came across certain people which you judged, looked fine for your taste, however, they didn't quite reach your ‘I need them to fuck me' scale.

You sighed, almost giving up on this until this one profile made you sit up straight. It was as if the universe was hinting something at you when you saw none other than Jake Sim's profile being displayed on your phone. His picture was clearly alluring, his eyes focused on the camera and his tongue slightly out which, you'd admit, did make him look attractive.

You stared at the screen for a brief second before letting your thumb swipe right before you exit the application and switch off your phone, wondering if there was something wrong with you that day.

Grabbing your pillow, you screamed into it out of embarrassment, quickly searching for ways to undo the right swipe but a certain notification successfully halted your actions, eyes widening at that.

You got a new match! 😍😍😍

To your surprise, it was Jake.

He had sent you a simple wink emoticon paired with 'heyy', very typical of him. A half scoff-laugh escaped your mouth and you decided not to reply to the particular text, throwing your phone on the bed table, going to sleep with a newfound rush of excitement — excitement for your tomorrow's sleepover at Jia's place.

The next day came by quickly as you woke up late, packed a little bag for your stay and you decided to wear shorts and a blouse for your visit, knowing that you'll soon be changing into your short silk pajamas once you reach her place.

It was eight in the night when you parked your car in front of her house, looking into the car mirror once before you locked it, ringing the doorbell and waiting for a second before the door opened to your excited best friend.

“Y/n, come with me right now!” she more or less dragged you to her room, locking the door before she opened the chats of her and Sunghoon.

“Oh god,” you breathed out.

“Right? He wants me again, how am I supposed to say no to that dick?” she whined.

She could have easily gone to his place. But sadly, she wasn't allowed to do so when her parents were out, since her brother was the one in charge.

“I can cover for you,” you spoke slowly, after a second of forming an idea.

That would give your friend a good fuck, whereas, you can simply make a move on Jake, if you run into him that is.

She turned to look at you “Wait, you can. But how?”

“I mean, I can lock the door once you're out and then I'll also make sure to leave the window lock open so that you can get inside in the morning without getting caught,” you simply said whatever came to your mind.

“That can actually work. Should I say yes then?” she got up, typing furiously already as you nodded, biting your lip.

With a satisfactory smile, she sat down next to you, theorizing that going at midnight would be the best choice since Jake doesn't come out after that hour. You smile and nod, happy to see her so giddy, also offering her a facemask as you put on a movie, watching it together, munching on the snacks she had gotten earlier.

“So, what are you going to do with your situation?” she asked, throwing popcorn in your mouth.

You chewed before answering, “I think I'll go to Yeonjun's party tomorrow,” you contemplate, almost lying.

“Ooh, I'll come with,” she decided, checking the time before rushing into the bathroom with an excited squeal.

You shook your head, watching her come out wearing a blouse and skirt, spraying perfume earnestly before she blew you a kiss, running by all the rules while you also reminded her to be responsible and to come back on time.

With a kiss on your cheek, she left and you noticed Sunghoon's car being a little away from the place, to prevent being caught.

You sighed, changing into your pajamas, making your way to the kitchen right after as you felt parched.

Opening the fridge, you found an unopened bottle of water, and a slice of pizza from earlier. The whole house was silent and the thought of Jake being busy, or not knowing about you being here, invaded your mind.

If that were to be the case, then you'd have no other option than to go to Jia's room and sleep.

“When someone sends a text—” a deep voice spoke near your ear, a tingle going down your spine.

You turned only to be trapped between arms and the kitchen counter. The scent was musky, the exact same which you had been dying to get close to since yesterday.

“—then good girls text back, don't they?” he stepped back, his eyes staring right into yours as he asked you the question.

Even in the dim light of the kitchen area, he looked stunning with messy hair and sleeveless shirt, not to mention how the grey sweatpants he wore made his waist seem even smaller.

Adrenaline rushed through your body and you tiptoed to his height, your nose brushing against his own as he held your waist to steady your figure.

“What if I'm not a good girl?” your lips brushed against his as you spoke slowly, “Then what, Jake?”

He chuckled, caressing your cheek with his thumb, your heart beating out of your chest as his hand travelled down to your neck, and towards your nape. He held on to your nape and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

“Then maybe I'll have to teach you a lesson, sweetheart,” he tilted your head, “would you like that?” he spoke out your name and you could only whimper out in a rushed agreement.

Soon, his plush lips meet yours in a kiss of urgency, your hand settling down on his bare shoulder, fingers digging into his flesh as you kissed him back with the same urgency. And suddenly, you were thankful that Jia went out.

Jake couldn't stop himself from feeling every inch of you, his hand going under your shirt, smirking when he noticed that you weren't wearing a bra.

“So fucking naughty.” he broke the kiss, whispering in your ear before he picked you up, placing you on the kitchen counter behind

you, his lips now moving down to kiss your neck, sucking on certain areas alongside, fondling your tits, squeezing them which elicited a moan out of you.

“Jake—” you breathed out his name once he unbuttoned your shirt, throwing it on the floor, his plush lips instantly working on kissing your valley of breasts, while you threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging at the silky roots harsh enough to make him groan.

You found it hot how he was just as eager as you if not more, he stepped back and got rid of his own clothes, keeping his boxers on which did nothing to hide the outline of his hardened cock. You stared at him, cheeks on fire and lips slightly swollen. You noticed how his hair looked messier than ever, your eyes following his every move.

He tugged at your shorts, helping you out of them in a hurry, you bit your lip, spreading your legs on the counter so that he could get a better view of your glistening cunt.

“You're soaked,” he touched your wet slit with two fingers, making you shiver in an instant, “aw, princess. Are you that needy for me?” he bent down to place a kiss right where you needed him the most.

You gasped, feeling overwhelmed and wanting more of him, all of him.

He wastes no time in immersing his tongue into your pussy, licking and sucking as you panted, thighs shaking. He held them open with his strong grip on your thigh. Your eyes closed once the tip of his nose brushed against your clit. You felt ecstatic by each passing second, even more so when his thumb took the chance to stimulate your clit further.

“Jake, I'm so close,” you let out, and he stopped that very second, making you whine.

He licked his lips, looking at you right in the eye before he asked, “What do good girls do?”

“R—reply to texts!” you cried out lowly.

His tone got deeper as he asked you further, “Yeah? And what? You're gonna pay attention to me now?”

You were too out of your brain to get a better understanding of his last question, you didn't question it, nodding and saying yes, mind clouded with lust and need.

“I need words,” he urged, kissing your neck.

“Yes. Yes I will.”

“That's my good girl,” he whispered, positioning his hardened cock at your entrance, rubbing his tip on your wetness.

His words made your head spin in a good way. A lot of people had tried to talk to you that way, however, their words didn't affect you a bit. So, what made it different this time? Maybe it was his deep accent, or the fact that you had been craving sex from a few days now. Or, he was simply good at what he did.

It was easy for him to bottom out with how your wet cunt pulled his cock in, his dick stretching you out deliciously as you pulled him in for another kiss, moaning into his mouth.

He groaned, slamming his cock into you as he attached his lips on your tits, biting and sucking hard enough for it to leave marks by the next day. He acquired a faster rhythm, burying his length inside you while you held on to his shoulders for support.

His digits played with your bundle of nerves alongside, pulling you closer by waist in the process. You knew that you won't be lasting any longer than this and so, he increased his pace, spreading your legs further before you started clenching around him helplessly.

“S—so close,” you whimpered.

“Let go, baby.” He started to pull out, his own high nearing, but you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“I'm on pills,” you whispered, gulping down, “Cum in me, please?”

He had never been more turned on in his entire life. Your fucked out face, swollen lips and the innocent eyes begging him made it harder for him to hold back. He, in fact, didn't wish to hold back anymore.

“You'll be the death of me,” he spoke against your lips, thrusting until you reached your state of euphoria, his cum releasing inside you as you both rode out your orgasms.

You weakly called out his name, and you swear you could see his eyes shining before he bent down to grab his clothes, his usual smirk back on his face as he pulled you in closer for one last time, helping you down the counter and lightly chucking at your wobbly legs.

“Next time, you'll text back, right?” he raised his brows.

Your heart hammered at the possibility of him fucking you again, “Yes, I promise,” you breathed out, lost in his eyes.

“Good girl,” he praised once again, before leaving you standing in the dimly lit kitchen.

You cursed, admitting how it was the best orgasm you've ever had in your life, weakly collecting your clothes before making sure to clean the kitchen counter and going back to Jia's room, cleaning yourself up.

You were too tired to function anymore, sleep consuming you fast as you drifted off to the dreamland.

By the time you woke up the next morning, Jia was home and fast asleep next to you, the sunlight was strong enough to wake you up, your legs sore from the pre-sleep activity you had. With a groan, you got up, looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a mess, and so, you decided to take a shower and change into the other set of clothes you got with yourself.

“Jia, you're awake?” you saw your friend sitting on the bed with a pout and half opened eyes.

She called your name. “My legs hurt,” she whined, making you chuckle and help her up, despite your condition being the same as her, if not worse.

In half an hour, you both looked a lot more presentable. Rushing down to eat, you guys found Jake with an apron on, cooking what looked like breakfast to you.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” Jake flicked Jia's forehead and you stood there, seeing the twins bicker.

Jake looked so different from the night, the smile on his face giving his face an angelic glow and his eyes were soft, unlike yesterday, which were full of lust.

He served an omelet with bacon for his sister, soon coming to your side with a playful smile, “Y/n, you look sleepy, did you not sleep well?” he spoke and you rolled your eyes as subtly as you could.

Of course you felt sleepy, he had kept you up half the time and you did not regret it a bit, “I'm hungry,” you spoke, ignoring his question.

He shook his head, winking before going to set up a plate of breakfast for you and him, both. He joined you at the dining table and you three ate silently, scrolling through your phone, still you could feel someone's stare on you, and you very well knew it was Jake's eyes which were fixated on you.

Even when you were leaving for home, he was the one who walked you to the door. Jia didn't suspect a thing, lost in her own little world, giggling as she texted Sunghoon.

“Don't forget to text back,” he spoke in a low tone, almost pressing you against your car with how close he was, “princess,” he concluded, right near your ear.

You gulped, not wanting to admit that even his little gestures affected you a great deal. Not to mention how it was officially just the third day of your said interactions.

You drove back home with a tingling sensation down in your abdomen. Last night left you wanting for more, and so, you looked forward to more of your interactions, also waiting for him to text you.

The day went by as quick as the lightning, you focused on the completion of your assignment, having to submit it in the school tomorrow.

“Final-fucking-ly,” you groaned, stretching your body before you shut down your laptop and plopped on the bed, unlocking your phone to find new notifications, but only one caught your eye.

Jake:

Miss me yet? ;)

You shook your head with amusement, typing out a reply.

You:

What if I do?

Jake:

Then maybe I'll have to come over to solve that problem, bbg

You:

As tempting as the offer is, we have school tmrw </3

Jake:

Tmrw it is then ;)

That was the last text you got from him, and you were curious if he was trying to make this a regular activity. Going behind your best friend was something you'd never thought you'd do, but like you mentioned, the offer was too tempting to refuse.

You took a deep breath, ready to face whatever was to come tomorrow.

You weren't ready for this.

Never in a million years had you thought that one of your fanfiction-esque fantasy would turn into a reality; courtesy of Jake Sim.

The day started off well, the clear sky and light wind made your morning mood instantly better. You reached school right on time, even getting coffee before that to function properly throughout the day.

Sitting with a random student, you pulled out your binder to make notes for that specific class, paying attention to everything your teacher said out loud before a small ball of crumpled paper hit your arm, you turned around in hopes of finding the culprit, but sadly, no one looked even a tad bit suspicious.

You shrugged, shifting your focus back on the lesson. Soon, the bell rang and you sprinted out of the class, the subject wasn't your favourite but paying

attention was the bare minimum. You stood in front of your lockers, stuffing a book back there before you shut it.

“Hey,” Jake spoke and you stepped back in surprise, clutching your chest before you slapped his shoulder.

“The fuck are you doing?” you whisper yelled.

“Exactly. What the fuck am I doing if you're still not pressed against the wall with my lips on yours?” he leaned in and you pushed him back, afraid of someone coming across you both being cozy with each other.

“We can't do it here,” you said, adjusting the strap of your bag and your eyes darting around the corridor, not meeting his.

“Right, we have to be at a secluded place. Follow me,” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the parking area, which was fairly empty.

“Jake, I have a class—” you stopped once he turned towards you.

“Then you've got two choices, baby,” he smirked, “go and attend your class, or stay and let me fuck you.”

He pressed the door open button on his car keys, and you noticed that it was right behind you. The decision was yours to make, his tempting expression made you want to pull on his collar and smash your lips against his.

That's exactly what you did.

Soon, you were stuffed into the backseat of his car, windows fogged up and devoid of clothes, breathing ragged and his cock deep inside your cunt.

You had never been so grateful for tinted windows before.

“What do good girls say?” he urged you to answer, not moving.

You whined, “Please?”

“You're such a good girl for me, giving me all your attention.” He pulled out, slamming his cock inside your pussy once again and rubbed your clit alongside it.

Despite your state of pure ecstasy, you noticed this one word he spoke, ‘attention’ it was something he had used before too, and you were more than curious to know the reason behind it. Was it based on lust or something more? The question was sure to linger in your mind the whole day.

You hands tangled in his hair, holding his face close to your neck while he placed harsh kisses all over from your neck to clavicle as he hit all the deeper spots inside of you, growling your name as you both reached your climax, him nibbling on your earlobe before he collected your arousal with his two digits, tasting it right in front of your eyes, successfully hypnotizing you with his actions.

Chuckling, he swiftly pulled you on his lap and rested in the position for a while, your wetness close to his hardening cock.

He grabbed your chin and whispered against your lips, “Now that I've got a taste of you, I don't think I'd want to let go,” his tone was deep and breathless.

“Then don't,” you softly spoke, sealing the deal before he pulled you up and let you sink on his cock, taking you for the second time that very day.

This feeling was foreign to you. It had always been you, the plans, the calls, it all came from you whenever you were needy. This applied to all your previous friends with benefits, however, this time was different.

You weren’t one to spend time them, or were available for them when they needed you for their own share of sexual fulfilment.

That’s precisely what you were thinking about while staring into the mirror, lips shaded with your favourite lipstick, clad in a skirt with a top that complemented it well. All this because of one person.

Jake Sim.

It had been a solid of three weeks since your sex escapades started, and in midst of that, you had somehow grown used to his ways, his mannerism and, of course, his golden retriever like charm. You vaguely remember the day it started, the day you gave up your own rules. Willingly.

It was quite a horrible day for you, nothing was going your way, from you getting soaked in the unforeseen rain, to forgetting your assignment back at home and the newfound announcement of one of your favourite local bakeries being closed when you craved something sweet; made your crankiness rise up to a new level.

It blatantly showed how you were in dire need of some kind of distraction, a release of some sort. And Jake unknowingly gave you just that. His text was simple, asking if you wanted to come over, also informing you that his sister won’t be home for the night — and you knew exactly why.

So you took your chance and rushed over to his place. It was as if he knew that you needed something rough, he asked for your permission once before grabbing your wrist with his veiny hand, getting you inside his bedroom and closing the door swiftly, pressing you against the same while his eyes darkened with lust.

You’d never forget that night, the room was filled with the mist of sex and desire, the noise of your skin slapping resonating while you gasped when he spanked your ass, gripping your hair to thrust in harder from behind. His filthy words filled your mind, you wanted him more than you’ve ever wanted anyone. And that’s exactly what helped you reach your climax.

“That was amazing,” you huffed out, rolling on his bed and covering yourself with the blanket, getting comfortable as you tried to calm your breathing.

“You’re amazing,” he spoke, getting in the blanket with you, eyes earnest as he said so.

You gulped, breaking eye contact once your heart started racing at the honesty of his words, getting ready to do what you always did after a session — leave.

However, he had the power to stop you with a single sentence.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” he asked, eyes never leaving yours.

You simply blinked at his statement, contemplating where you should stay or not, counting the reasons you could stay, the first being the sour ache in your legs, courtesy of Jake’s powerful thrusts which drove you to your breaking point.

Second being the comfort of his mattress, you made a mental note to ask him the brand for the same.

Third being, well, just his company.

Three reasons were enough for you, and you were noddin before you could even think more, making him smile the widest you’ve ever seen. Your own lips curling into one due to how contagious his smile was.

You stayed up the night watching his favourite movie, again, you would have said no but instead, you found yourself getting intrigued by the story each passing second, the night ending with you two sharing the bed, lips faintly curled up. You knew you were doomed when you found yourself in his arms, his face the first thing your eyes witnessed in the morning.

To prevent getting hurt, you did what you had to.

You left before he woke up.

You thought you had dodged the bullet called feelings, however, you only craved his touch more, and when he called your phone the next day, letting you know that he’s outside your place, you broke your rules yet again.

Ever since that day, you found yourself hanging out more, not just for the sake of having sex but also in general. He joined you and Jia whenever you hung out together despite the insufferable bickering he had to go through with his sister.

In the span of two weeks, he accompanied you both to the amusement park, sneaking to make out with you at random times. He went to your place to give you the jacket you left in Jia’s room, only to stay back and have a little extra fun with you while fucking you in your bathroom.

That’s not all. Jake was a kind person despite his usual unbothered and cool persona. He was quick to prove it to you, he took care of you in ways that you wouldn’t expect him to, getting you food and also relieving your stress in his own way. You got to witness the cuter side of him, learning how he’s scared of ghosts and you kissed him on the cheek that day, finding him adorable with his blushing face.

You wanted to spend each second of your day with him.

Which brings you back to today’s case. You were going to their place, Jia not being home again and you wondered why you had put so much effort just to meet him, knowing that you’ll look absolutely smashed once he’ll be done with you.

That wasn’t the case though. He had pulled you in with a smile, not forgetting to kiss you right on your mouth. It felt domestic, and you hated how your knees felt weak at his gestures, you didn’t know that his own heartbeat was faster than usual when he asked if you would play video games with him, even more so once you agreed.

“You’re so bad at this,” you laughed, getting the hang of the game.

“No! I’m just being nice and letting you win here,” he argued.

He was simply bad at it.

Just then, you won again with a celebratory sign showing on the television screen and you jumped up, genuinely smiling and wrapping his arms around him, only for him to hug you back tighter, his hand on your waist pulling you close, increasing the proximity.

You stilled, breaking the hug but his hand didn’t move an inch, keeping you in place. He called out your name in a whisper, giving you goosebumps.

“Yes?” You softly asked back.

“You’re so pretty,” he spoke in that very tone which had your heart racing, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

You didn’t say anything, already conflicted at the realization that you liked him. Further, you were taken aback with his next words.

“I’ve always thought you were so pretty from far, but once I came closer and saw you in a more intimate manner, I knew I was fucked,” he confessed softly.

“Wait, what do you mean?” You asked with wide eyes.

He chuckled, capturing your lips in an impatient kiss, his hand cupping your cheek lightly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting him to be closer than ever, lips moving in sync with his as he deepened the kiss.

The door opened that very second, revealing Jia with widened eyes and a clenched fist.

You stepped back in a frenzy, shaking your head as you walked towards her. Jake rolled his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek before looking away.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She screamed.

“Jia, I can explain—”

She scoffed. “No. You can’t. It’s so low of you to go behind my back to fuck my brother.”

Your eyes widened at her sentence, guilt filling up your body. Despite that, you decided to stay mum and not call her out for fucking Jake’s best friend.

“Just listen to me once,” you begged.

“Leave.” Her words were final.

Your shoulders slumped, and you made your way out despite Jake calling out your name desperately, tears welling up in your eyes. Midway down the stairs, you remembered how you left your phone back in his room, walking back to get it.

“Shut up!” You heard Jake scream once you stood outside the room, you had never heard him scream before.

“So you think I don’t know that you’ve been fucking my best friend all along? Guess what? I don’t fucking care. Do what you have to and let me do what I have to.”

“H—how did you know?” Your friend asked him and you felt bad for causing an argument between the twins.

“I saw you the other day,” he sighed, voice getting lower as he spoke the next words, “why would you do this, Jia? I’ve liked her for so long, this was my chance to be with her and you ruined it.” You heard him speak.

You covered your mouth with your hand at the confession. You didn’t like to evesdrop, but you couldn’t help it either, your cheeks heating up as you heard him speak more.

“No. Actually, like won’t be the correct word here. I’m in love with her,” he told Jia.

You couldn’t stay anymore, leaving your phone there as you quickly rushed down to leave. You didn’t want to leave Jake, not when you felt the same way for him. Crying in your room was the best option for you at the given moment, you didn’t regret being with Jake and also wished for your time together to have been longer, you held yourself for an hour as you cried.

A sudden doorbell made you rush down the stairs and you found Jake standing there with a guilty faced Jia. He saw your crying state and engulfed you in a hug, which only made you cry further into his neck, he held you for a few minutes before you broke the hug and looked at Jia, tears streaming down her face.

“Y/n,” she called out weakly, “I’m sorry.”

You looked at Jake and he nodded before you both pulled each other in a hug. She constantly kept apologizing and you stayed quiet, not knowing how to handle the situation.

“I know I’ve been a hypocrite, I’m so fucking sorry to you both,” she looked down, “Jake is right, you two should be together,” she smiled at you.

“Jia, it’s okay. It must have been shocking for you, I understand and I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Your words made her cry more.

Jake held your hand through it all, letting you know that it’ll soon be okay for everyone.

That night, Jake decided to stay with you as you held on to him dearly. Also staring at him with heart eyes which made him laugh and look away, a faint blush on his face.

“You okay now?” He softly asked, and you nodded.

“Jake,” you licked your lips before looking him in the eye, “I heard you earlier.”

“What?” He looked at you, scared that he’ll be rejected.

“I swear I wasn’t trying to listen to you guys, I needed my phone which I left in your room!” You explained.

“Oh,” he bit his lip, “I understand if you don’t want—”

“I love you.” Your words made him look up with wide eyes.

“Princess—”

“I really do,” you gulped, cupping his face, “I want us to be together.”

He smiled, eyes watering as he pulled you in a deep kiss.

“I love you,” he spoke against your lips, you both smiling, “Y/n?” He called out your name and you hummed, “let me make love to you.”

Your breath hitched at his words, you rubbed your nose with his before nodding and kissing him with a smile on your face.

He looked at you with the most gentle expression, helping you get out of your clothes while kissing every inch of your body. His full attention on you, his eyes fixated on your face as he memorized each of your expressions while he touched your wetness slowly, your fingers digging on his shoulders as he stretched your pussy out with his two digits.

You called out his name with need, and he only kissed you more, his lips soft against yours as his hands caressed your breasts. He quickly separated for a second which caused you to whine, him gathering his precum on his thumb before pumping his cock a few times, positioning himself on your entrance.

Jake thrusted in, placing kisses on your clavicle as he intertwined your fingers, he reached the deepest spots in you, the ones which no one had reached before and you were on cloud nine. His thrusts were perfectly angled, sharp and hit your g-spot — turning you into a moaning mess in his hold.

His hair matted against your forehead made him look even prettier and he saw you staring at him, pulling you into a kiss as he thrusted in harder.

“Don’t look at me like that, princess,” he groaned.

“Like what?” You asked, breathless.

“Like I’m your whole world,” he said and you looked away while he laughed in the crook of your neck.

He rested his forehead against yours when you were close, your mouth opening to tell him something at the same time as his mouth opened.

“I love you,” you both spoke together, reaching your climax together before you smiled, kissing each other deeply.

“You are my whole world,” you spoke up and he shook his head with yet another smile, pulling you on his lap before hugging you closer.

You had never felt happier and were so grateful for the text Jake had sent to you that day, which made you realize one thing that —

Love was the prettiest thing you could ever feel.

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