Bad Boy - JFK x FTM reader

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"What was your purpose in doing this? Why did you do it?" The officer calmly asked.

I'm currently being questioned in a holding cell. I need to be careful with how I answer. If I'm not careful... This could be bad. Well, the reason JFK and Ponce could be in trouble is actually pretty stupid. They were associated with me, and I.. uh, pissed off a lot of people. That's why I need to get out as soon as possible.

"Well? We honestly don't care... we know he's a scumbag anyway. From an anonymous source, we were told to search his house. In there, we found his roughed-up wife. So, he's in prison already. But, we need to know why you beat up that guy. Like I said, we don't care. We just need an honest answer." Said the tanned, tall, and muscular officer with black coily hair.

Welp. That makes my life easier. But who told them? Whatever, I'll find out after this shit.

I sighed. "He was messing with my friend, harassing him because he messed up on his work. Calling him degrading names, and overall just taking advantage of his position. He-" I stopped speaking, because he rudely cut me off. "Okay, we know that much, but how did you kids find out about his wife?" He inquired.

Another weak sigh escaped my mouth. "He would talk about his wife sometimes, and he would say little things under his breath. Talking about his house, and how she won't escape. Shit like that, eventually, I pieced it together with the information my friend told me, and... Well, beat the shit out of him." To make it more believable, I need to include some sort of personal trauma... without revealing my powers.

"My mother went through the same thing. Less intense, but it really fucked her up. So you can understand why I got mad, right?" I said softly, trying to appear distraught. 

The man frowned, and said "Don't worry, kid. I understand." He glanced at my file, confused. "Kid? It says on your file that you're a female. Are you..." I understood what he was going to say, and I said, "Yes. Yes, I am." I frowned.

I hate when people figure out I'm trans. It feels horrible, because I know they'll think less of me. They abandon me when they find out. 

He chuckled and gingerly placed a brawny hand onto my muscular shoulder. I looked up in fear. "Don't worry, kid. My daughter is MTF. She knows what it's like, as well. I support you." He slipped his business card between my index and middle finger, saying "Call me if you need anything. I'm here for you."

He unlocked the cell's door, and bobbed his head as to say 'come here'

So I stood up, stretching out my legs and arms. I walked toward the cop as he guided me out of the holding area. He dug into his pocket, and pulled out car keys.

"I'll be driving you home, but first I'll need to call your parents. What's your mom or dad's number?" He asks, while pulling out his phone. I panicked, because recently my old foster parents left me with a LOT of money, and a large, grand house. They found out about my powers, and panicked. They were actually pretty nice people. They made great money, and wanted a child. They were a lesbian couple and wanted a kid of their own, but since they couldn't exactly reproduce, they adopted me and agreed to be apart of the government program for clones. They were informed of my not so known clone mother, and her story. Though, they weren't informed of the fact that I might have powers. When I finally developed them, they got scared and left me with assets to keep me well and healthy. I know that they didn't do it to pain me, they just didn't know what to do. I snapped out of my daze, and pulled out JFK's number out of my pocket. 

I can't tell them that I have no one to take care of me, otherwise they'll put me into a different household. I'll say that I'm staying at a friends house while they're on a business trip... in Britain. Yeah, Britain.

"I'm staying at my friend's house while my parents are in Britain. So I'll just call my friend." I asked for his phone, and went a bit away to ask JFK to stay with him. Let's hope this goes well...

-JFK POV-

Today was weird. I meet a new guy, and he turns out to be some guy with powers. I saw what he saw. He has visions apparently?  I thought, I rubbed my forehead while laying on my bed in my Calvin Klein boxers. What in the world has been going on?

Ring. Ring. Ring. Someone's calling me. I reach over to my night stand, and read the screen to my phone. It's an unknown number? Hm. I press answer and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello. It's uh, JFK speaking."

"H-Hey, it's y/n... can I stay at your house for the night? I have a lot going on. I promise I'll explain my situation when I get there." a soft voice spoke.

y-y/n? "Oh. Well, I'll need to ask my dads to see if it's okay. Hold on a sec." I put down my phone, and went to see if it's okay with my dads. I hope they say yes, I want to get to know y/n more. 

"Hey, gay dads! Can I er uh, have a friend over? His name is y/n, he's a good, handsome- HE'S A GOod guy! so yeah?!" I desperately tried to cover up my mistake, while blushing crimson. The two men looked at eachother, and the shorter one giggled while the taller of the two smiled. "Of course, baby. Have your friend over. I'll go ahead and put some brownies in the oven for you two." The shorter one said. "T-Thanks, dad." I grumbled. He has an expression of bewilderment, as I usually call him 'gay dad'. It's a pleasant surprise for him. My dad smiled gleefully and went back to making brownies. I grinned back, and walked upstairs to my room.

This was going to be an interesting night.