#“what if daniel met johnny first” au

[chisfics]

first glance

"who is that..?" "Lawrence, the ace-degenerate. His family's super rich"

[lotsoflola]

all is fair in love and war [1] - s. johnny

summary: you hate johnny suh, you absolutely hate him, but when you're forced to spend time with him on a mission, your passionate hate becomes a different sort of passion genre: gang au, enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers warnings: mature themes, smut, angst, reader is a smoker (projection), TENSION!!!, hate fucking, heavy heavy heavy degradation, johnny's not very nice, the dirtiest fucking talk, dom!johnny, brat!reader, thigh riding, johnny gets head, johnny keeps fucking her despite threat of death, choking, wrote this at 2am lets be nice with my grammar word count: 6.6k author's note: welcome to part one of my baby!! this is the first chapter of all is fair in love and war and trust me, it just gets better...

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neo city was a complete and utter shithole.

it had always been like that, at least as far as you were aware. you had lived here for the past five years, getting yourself a cheap starter apartment for half the price of anywhere else. it was a culture shock at first, being scared just to walk through the streets to your job, but you assimilated quickly, finding a job as a bartender in the inner city, in a cosy bar called the 'urban oasis'.

it was there you first had an interaction with gang life. it was a quiet night at the bar. you were practically dosing off, only a few regulars in the far corner playing darts, and everyone else had been sent home, leaving you to close alone.

a man walked into the building, and as he did so, the other men seemed to quieten down, stiffen slightly, stop playing their game. you were confused, but truly didn't care enough to question anything. instead, you turned to the man, and prepared to take his order.

he looked like neo city, if that was even possible. green neon hair, matching the fluorescent lights that covered the city, with tattoos up his neck and arms and a leather jacket to complete the look.

"whiskey on the rocks," he stated, voice harsh.

you rolled your eyes, hating rude customers like him. "what type of whiskey? we've got jack daniels, jamesons-"

"just give me your top shelf," he snapped again, and you gave him a pointed look before going to fulfil his request.

it didn't take you long, and when you passed him the chilled glass, you also handed him a receipt.

"that will be $45, would you like to pay cash or card?" you asked, watching as his face grew clouded.

"i'm sorry," his tone was almost testing, as if he was giving you a chance to take back your statement.

"i said it will be $45, you got our top shelf of whiskey," you repeated, going to wipe some glassware, but were met with a firm grip on your wrist. "what the fu-"

"leave it, honey," one of your regulars, a man called sooman, shouted across to you, fear lacing his voice.

"no, he got a whiskey, he'll pay for his fucking whiskey- let go of me," you tried to squirm, but his grip was harsh, and you truly couldn't escape.

"do you not know who i am?" he sneered, face dangerously close to yours.

you sighed. "i don't care who you are, i'm not getting fired because some dickhead wants to get away without paying."

and with that, you swang at him, your fist colliding with his head as he let go from the impact, giving you a chance to swing at him again. he jumped over the bar, and grabbing your arms, pinning them against your side before pushing you up against a wall, leaving you completely unable to move. it was only then you noticed the gun in his belt, and the tattoo at the base of his neck, one that had three letters.

n. c. t. the name of the most dangerous gang in neo city.

"fuck," you whispered to yourself, practically convincing yourself that you were about to die.

"recognise me now?" he almost joked, and you gave him a look. a look that said if you're going to kill me, might as well kill me now. "i'm not going to kill you."

that took you by surprise, and he must have been able to tell, as he carefully let go of your hands. "scram."

the rest of the customers ran out of the bar, leaving just you and the man alone, and he gestured for you to sit. you refused however, instead grabbing a bottle of tequila and pouring it into your own glass, waiting for him to make the first move.

"my name is taeyong, i'm the leader of nct," he spoke calmly, and you tried to not show your immense anxiety pumping through your veins. "and judging by what i've just seen, i think you would make a good addition."

you could have laughed, instead taking a swig of your drink, the bruning sensation grounding you to this unbelievable reality. "me? in a gang?"

"it's not all killing, and drug dealing, and all the other things everyone thinks it is. you've got bite, got drive, and we need someone like you," he took a sip of his drink, leaning closer towards you, "and you'll make more in your first week than you would in a month here."

and hearing his words, though you wanted to deny, you found yourself accepting his offer.

~~~

four years later, here you were, high in the ranks of the most feared gang in neo city, a force to be reckoned with. the bar you once worked for minimum wage at you now owned, and nct used it for meetings and to unwind.

no one could touch you know, instead of fearing the streets people now crossed the road for you, and you felt untouchable. you had honed your craft, mainly in charge of wooing policemen and being eye candy during meetings. you didn't care, you didn't want to be making all the decisions, it was the sense of community you cared about more.

so here you were, ten pm on a monday night, a group of you playing snooker in the bar. a cigarette held loose in your fingertips, with a fellow member jaemin lying with his head in your lap, playing with his hair with your other hand.

"do you ever think that this is all a simulation and we're all actually fruit in a fruit bowl?" the boy in your lap mumbled, the alcohol obvioudly affecting his thoughts.

jeno, another boy with you, chuckled slightly, finishing putting a pool ball. "shut up, jaemin. i always forget you're such a lightweight."

"now, now, he's not that bad," you hummed, taking a drag from your cigarette.

"stop playing nice, cherry. he's had about three shots and is contemplating life on this earth," haechan sneered, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

cherry was the nickname you had earned yourself, due to the amount you ate the fruit around the members. you preferred it to your own name at this point, making it easier to seperate your personal life and, well whatever this life was, life.

"he's not as bad as jisung though, remember that night after the bank heist," chenle joked, earning a slap from the youngest member.

"it was a celebration, god, leave me alone," jisung mumbled, as the older members ruffled his hair.

it was at this point haechan fell over attempting to put the ball, collapsing into renjun as they both fell on top of each other, roughly slapping each other as they rolled on the floor. the group erupted into laughter, only stopped as a knock was heard on the bar door.

"who's that?" jeno asked, and you shrugged, taking another hit.

"bar's always closed on a monday."

"well, go check it out."

"why don't you check it out, haechan?"

"it's your bar."

"nct owns it. that means we all own it."

"you chose to buy it."

"suck my dick."

"oh my god, you have a penis?"

mark, the oldest of all the members, cleared his throat. "jesus christ, stop bickering, cherry, go get the door."

you flipped haechan off, but stood up nonetheless, causing jaemin to pout against your thigh.

"i'm just going to the door, jaem, don't you worry?" you patted his cheek, before wandering over to the door, and opening the peep hole.

"bar's closed," you sung, "get fucked."

the man sighed. "it's me, open the fuck up."

you recognised that voice. of course you fucking recognised that voice. the one member of nct who you loathed, who for some reason you couldn't stand.

"gonna need the password, i'm afraid," you teased, mouthing to a confused mark who was at the door.

"let me in or i will blow this bar to the fucking ground," he spat, and you oblidged, however much you didn't want to.

johnny suh was a tall man, towering over you as you opened the door, with washed out jeans and an oversized hoodie, with a beanie on his head do deal with the cold winter weather. he was handsome, but you would never admit that to him, because his personality made him completely insufferable.

"hi cherry." god, you hated the way he said your nickname, almost with a twinge of disgust behind it.

"what do you want?" you asked, hand still firmly on the door, not letting him enter just yet.

he smirked. "play nice, need to talk to jaemin about something. and a drink wouldn't hurt, go get us a jack and coke, huh?"

he was insufferable, the way he spoke as if you were nothing, just a pretty thing to run and make drinks and flirt. even the non-affiliates got treated better than you, and you had been here for four years now.

"go fuck yourself, john," you spat, wandering back over to the boys and shaking jaemin awake. "someone's here to speak to you."

"is it the fruitbowl?" he asked, and you sighed, placing his head back down in your lap.

johnny wandered over, and you watched his face drop as he noticed jaemin's state. "why would you let him drink?"

the question was targeted at you, for whatever reason, and you fought back. "i'm not his mother, john. what did you want anyway?"

"don't be snappy, cherry," his voice was laced with venom, a patronising tone irritating you entire being, "it concerns you as well. it was meant to be you and jaemin, but someone's going to have to step in."

you hummed as you realised what he meant. a group of four of you had been working on stealing money from a large formal dinner happening at the mayor's house tomorrow night. that was partly why you and jaemin were drinking, courage needed for tomorrow. it was the two of you, johnny, and another member jungwoo, but the entire thing was already planned out. it was weeks in the making, so you didn't know what johnny was talking about.

"what do you mean?" mark spoke your mind, being somewhat in the know about the situation. he was selected before you were, when they decided they needed a girl to step in.

johnny sighed, palm stroking down his jaw. "you know how we were going to use that catering company, sneak in as waiters for the evening."'

you nodded, resisting the urge to role your eyes at him. you obviously knew this, you had gone over it again and again and again until you could recite the entire thing like the back of your hand.

"well, the numbers have dropped, and therefore we've been dropped from the waiting staff."

you tilted your head. "can't we demand they let us in?"

"they don't know we're nct, that was the only way we could get in," johnny groaned, once again looking at jaemin's drunk state, as if affirming that he was knocked out cold. "cherry, i need you not to freak out."

this startled you; sentences that start like that don't normally end well, especially when someone like johnny suh was saying them.

"there is another way we can get in though, through the hwangs."

haechan wandered over, perching behind you on the armrest of the sofa, grabbing the cigarette from your hand and taking a hit. "they're the businessmen, right?"

"yeah, very quiet, keep to themselves a lot of the time," johnny stated, copying haechan's actions as he settled behind jaemin's feet, "they're also with us, we do a lot of their dirty work."

"but how does that help us?" you jutted in, grabbing the cigarette back from haechan, almost burnt to the filter.

johnny tuts. "i was getting to that, sweetheart."

sweeheart was arguably worse than cherry.

"the hwangs have two children, hyunjin and yeji. but they've never been seen, both of them are off at school in a different part of the country. the plan was that jaemin would go in as their son, and infiltrate that way, but obviously he's not prepared to be briefed tonight."

your hand found it's way to jaemin's hair, your acrylic nails gently massaging his scalp. "so what else can we do?"

"well, there's another option. you," he gestured loosely, and you flipped him off before taking your final hit of the cigarette, putting it out in the ashtray as smoke filled the room. "you're going to go to the event as hwang yeji and represent your parents."

it wasn't that absurd of an idea. you could spend tonight learning some family history and dropping the rough slang you had learnt.

"that doesn't seem that bad," you hummed, grabbing your bag and pulling another cigarette out. "hyuck, have you got a lighter?"

he passed it to you, and you ignored johnny's judgemental stare of your brought the stick to your mouth, the low light of a flame illuminating your face. you took a long drag, head leaning back against haechan's thigh as you exhaled.

"well, i'm not sure whether you know, but for formal events like these, girls cannot attend without a male escort," johnny informed you, and you stopped in your tracks, understanding the implication. "no, no, johnny no."

"there's no other option, cherry," he groaned, and you took another hit.

haechan started laughing behind you, the vibrations travelling through his legs to your head. "you've got to go with johnny, cherry that's absolutely brilliant."

"fuck you, haechan," you spat, eyes locked onto johnny's. "why can't i do it with jungwoo?"

"he's a kim, he can't get away with that."

it was true. the kim's, despite many of them now turning to the crime world of neo city, used to be a very influential family. there was no way jungwoo could walk into the ball pretending to be someone else."

"and there's really no other way," you asked, desperation in your tone, taking another hit before haechan took it from your hands.

jisung wandered over to you. "come on, it's not that bad. johnny's supposedly a gentleman."

"ji, i love you, but there is no way johnny fucking suh is anything resembling a gentleman," you spat, making grabby hands towards haechan, wanting your cigarette back. "come on, hyuck, give."

"smoking's a vice, cherry."

"so's being a dick, give it back."

you could hear johnny tut, but chose to ignore it, instead trying to comprehend the situation. "can i get a makeover?"

haechan scoffed. "really? that's what you're after?"

"i'm just a girl, hyuck."

"yeah, she's just a girl," jaemin stirred, and you gave him a loving pat on the head.

johnny quickly checked his watch. "come on, we've got a fuck ton of backstory to get through."

"is there really no other option?"

"trust me, sweeheart. if there was, i would have found it."

and with that, you gently slid jaemin off your lap, placing a kiss on his forehead, before standing next to the tall man.

"come on then john. i need to get my nails done."

~~~

soft rnb music filled your apartment as the sun set over the skyscrapers, perched in front of your mirror as you carefully applied your eyeliner, ensuring they were equal either side. you had barely slept, spending the entire night with johnny and jungwoo, learning everything you would possibly have to know about the hwangs, and for a rich family in neo city, there was a fucking lot.

you had managed to convince taeyong to get allowance for your makeover, heading to the salon today to get a new set of nails, long and red to match your dress. your hair was in loose ringlets, fingers dripped in expensive rings, wrists the same with bracelets. a diamond hung around your neck, sitting way above your low cut dress. the hwangs were known for being scandalous, despite their quiet nature, so to fit the part, your dress was a low cut v, the back hollow crosses of loose satin, sitting halfway down your thigh.

with a swipe of lipgloss you were finished, packing a small clutch with perfume, lipbalm, and your gun. maybe the gun wasn't necessary, but it wouldn't blow your cover, so you though it better to be safe than sorry. half the people in neo city carried guns, and the other half walked with people who carried them/

you checked the time quickly. 5:57. johnny said he would be at your flat at 6, so you quickly checked through your phone. you had a few texts from mark, asking about the new show you guys had been watching, and a few from jungwoo, wishing you luck for tonight. it wasn't a scary thing anymore, you had done so many of these tasks that they felt like second nature. you were one of the few girls in nct that didn't mind going out, which made you incredibly useful for situations like this.

the doorbell rang just as you finished texting jungwoo, and you groaned, wandering through your kitchen before opening the door, seeing the man himself on the other side.

fuck. he actually looked good.

he was in a black tuxedo, bowtie tight around his neck. he was a tall man, that much was obvious, but with dress trousers he somehow look taller. his hair was in curtains, a deep brunette that hung just slightly over his eyes. not that you would ever say it out loud to him, but jesus fucking christ.

"you ready to go?" he asked, not even acknowledging your outfit.

you rolled your eyes. you knew you looked good, there was no way that he didn't realise how fucking good you looked. "nice to see you to. i just need to put my shoes on, calm down."

the set of red louboutin heels fit you perfectly, sliding into them with ease. you stumbled just after putting them on, but quickly grabbed your bag, a packet of cigarettes and a lighter off the table, before meeting him at the door.

"ready," you hummed, placing your key in the lock and shutting it behind you, before placing them in your bag.

he scoffed. "you really need the cigarettes?"

"you really need that terrible attitude?" you shot back, following him into the lift and pressing the ground floor button. you checked yourself out in the mirror, cleaning up the lipstick that had somehow escaped your lips.

"terrible habit," was his only reply, one that you didn't think needed a response, though you did notice the slight flick of his eyes to your boobs as you leant forwards slightly, an action that led to a smirk on your lips.

you quickly noticed that johnny's car outside, not a limo like you presumed. he seemed to notice your confusion as he deliberately didn't open the door for you, waiting for you to climb in yourself.

"ever the gentleman," you teased, watching as he started the engine, pulling away gently.

"we're driving to the oasis, that's where the limo is," he explained, not even given you a glance.

"why didn't you just ask me to walk to the oasis then?"

johnny scoffed. "like you would have walked through neo city in a slutty dress and high heels."

you flipped him off, but he did have a point. you would never do that anyway, least of all neo city. instead, you pulled out a cigarette, rolling down the window and lighting it, the bitter taste a comfort on your tongue.

"i'm serious when i say you shouldn't smoke."

"i'm serious when i say you have an attitude problem."

he rolled his eyes, eyes darting towards you as you tapped the ash onto the road. you could see the oasis in the distance, the familiar comfort of the bar calming you slightly. all you wanted right now was a drink, just a little bit to calm your nerves.

"fancy a shot?" johnny seemed to read your mind, pulling into the carpark quickly.

you both made your way into the building, the bustle quieting down as they noticed you and johnny walk in. you smiled as you saw jaemin behind the bar, the hangover evident in his eyes. his arms enveloping you in a tight hug.

jaemin was like a brother to you. he had taken you under his wing very quickly when you joined nct, but unlike a few of the other guys, he genuinely had no ulterior motives. he saw your beauty, understood why guys like haechan and jeno were so into you, but that just wasn't him. he was one of the few people you knew would always be there for you.

"fuck, cherry, you look gorgeous," he breathed out, and you planted a soft kiss against his cheek.

"thanks, jae. how's the hangover?" you chuckled, grabbing a bottle of tequila and two glasses, pouring two glasses for you and johnny.

he groaned. "how do you think? i am so sorry though, it should be me there right now."

jaemin had spent half the morning apologising over the phone, saying how you've taken his place and if only he hadn't drank so much. you appreciated his efforts, but you both knew you were more than able to do what needed to be done. despite all this, he paid for your lunch today, and that was a win.

"don't be stupid, besides now there's two of us going. even if one is practically incompetent."

johnny didn't like that, finishing the shot before turning to you. "watch yourself, sweetheart."

"bite me, john."

jaemin seemed to sense the tension, pouring you guys one more shot before leaving you to it. your rivalry was well known throughout nct, even some of the runners knew how much you loathed each other, and most people understood it was better to leave you guys to it, let you fight it out, and hope neither of you killed each other. or that whoever was your favourite made it out alive.

"you're insufferable, you know that," you spat, downing the second shot in quick succession, needing the alcohol to settle the violence in your gut.

"rich coming from you, can't even stand being in your presence."

"you're lying to yourself, suh. saw you checking me out in the mirror," you teased, leaning in closer to him.

he matched your energy, face bending down slightly saw your eyes were almost even. "i was not checking you out, i can assure you of that."

"tell yourself whatever you want, if it helps you sleep at night, but your eyes don't lie."

"half the guys in nct want you," johnny's voice was a low growl at this point, face so close to yours basically all you could see was him. "and do you know what? i don't fucking get it. you're a bitch-"

"lovely choice of words-"

"you think you rule the world, you think you're better than fucking everyone, but you're not. there is nothing special about you, and the sooner you realise that, the better."

"do you know what, suh?" you could feel the anger running through your veins, nails digging into your palms to stop yourself planting your fist into his face, leaving shallow crescents in your skin. "you think you're so smart, so precious. oh, johnny suh, johnny of nct, the johnny- no one can fucking stand you. god knows why taeyong keeps you around, half the young guys don't even want to know you- ever wonder why it's the same two guys who volunteer to be with you? because no one else even wants to be near you."

johnny opened his mouth, probably to insult you even further, smirk creeping onto his lips, but a notification on his phone went off, and he pulled away from you quickly.

"limo's here," was all he could say, and you pushed your anger back down inside you.

you were hwang yeji. be hwang yeji.

and ignore the weird feelings going on in your chest right now.

~~~

"hey, cherry, how's it going?" jungwoo asked, robotic voice over the phone as you pulled out a cigarette, locked in the guest bathroom at the mayor's house.

you sighed, taking a deep hit to calm your nerves. "all good so far, no one suspects anything. you and jae should be all good to hack the system come 12."

all jungwoo did was hum in response, and you hung up accordingly. you couldn't do anything suspicious at all, there was too much on the line. you took another hit, the smoke fogging the room as you took a moment.

you had spoken to about half the city elite, acting like the prestine proper girl you were supposed to be, but it was taking it's toll. you and johnny had been here for about four hours, and that was four hours too long of pretending to be enamoured by johnny suh. he was disgusting, hand settled in the small of your waist as he laughed at your occasional jokes, planting soft kisses into your hair.

it made you feel sick, sick to your core, sick enough that not even the cigarette was calming you down. johnny suh was an unbelievably irratating individual, one who made you genuinely revolted as his eyes locked on yours, and it took every morsel of self control not to announce to the whole room that you were hating every second of it, that you hated him.

you finished the cigarette, spraying some perfume in the bathroom before leaving the room, walking back over to your 'boyfriend'. he was with another two couples, not sure who, but he quickly introduced you as you slid under his arm, his hand resting against your side, thumb rubbing against your ribcage.

"this is hwang yeji, my girlfriend," god, how his voice made you feel ill. he sounded so in love, and the way his thumb felt against your body just added to it. some part of you felt confused, he definitely did not need to be doing so much, and yet he still was.

stop thinking about that. focus on what you need to be doing.

"yeji, my darling, gosh how you've grown," the woman, moon bora, planted a cheek on either cheek, hand cupping your jaw. "i bet you don't remember me, i haven't seen you since you went to boarding school."

"i know, it's been so long since i've been back here," you hummed, body tensing as johnny gently guided you over to a small table, where bora and her husband jinhyung followed you. he sat next to you, arm over the back of the chair, as you continued on the conversation. "i do miss it, yeah, though there are definetly benefits to living by the coast."

"oh, i can only imagine. do you get to go to the beach regularly, i know college can be quite intense," jinhyung asked, voice full of curiousity.

you went to respond, but your voice was a sharp choke as you felt johnny's hand on your thigh. "sorry, but no we do make time to go. it's beautiful in the morning, watching the sunrise over the ocean, it's really something."

bora and jinhyung kept their questions coming, and you could barely focus and johnny's fingers travelled higher and higher up your thigh, crawling underneath the silk of your dress, gently massaging the soft skin of your inner thigh. you squeezed his hand, a warning, a 'stop this', a 'what the fuck are you doing?'.

his hand got dangerously high, to the point where you could feel him just against the lace of your panties, before you heard an alarm on johnny's phone. 11:45. you needed to get a move on.

"god, i'm sorry," johnny broke the conversation, hand finally leaving your thigh to turn of the ringtone, "that's my medicine alarm. sweetheart, will you come with me to the bathroom to take it."

johnny excused himself, but you were convinced if you went with him now you would genuinely kill him. "let me just say my goodbyes, i'll meet you in a moment."

he shot you a look, but you gave him one back, and he dropped it. you turned back to the couple, with bora giving you a knowing look.

"gosh, you guys are so in love," she sung, and you resisted the urge to spit out your drink. "it reminds me of us when we were younger."

you smiled at her, lying through clenched teeth. "i'm glad you can tell, he's honestly incredible."

"don't think i didn't notice the way you were flirting under the table," she gave you a suggestive wink, and you swore then and there you were going to kill johnny. "young love, how much i miss it?"

you couldn't wait any longer to kill him, so you quickly excused yourself, and travelled through the mansion, past the toilet to the computer room, in charge of the entire house's security, one you had previously mapped out in the planning stages.

"what the fuck?!" you exclaimed, entering the room where johnny was sat on a desk, laptop open with a download completing sign on the front. you locked the door behind you, securing it with a desk you pulled across the front. "what the actual fuck?!"

johnny payed no attention to you, keeping his eyes on the laptop as the percentage went up and up.

"fucking answer me you dick, what's your game?" rage coated your voice, your hands gripping his dress shirt and pulling him out of the chair, forcing him up looking at you.

"whatever do you mean, sweetheart?" he cooed, and the fake loving tone drove you crazy, crazy enough that you brought your hand up to slap him across the cheek.

the action through him back, surprise across his face quickly turning to anger. "you have issues, fuck."

"i have issues?!" you were seething, anger clouding your vision and your hand gripped his shirt tighter, pulling his head down so you were opposite him again. "you've been touching me all night, fucking groping my thigh, grazing my waist, are you mental?"

"do you not understand the concept of fake dating, sweetheart?" his voice was low and dangerous and, however much you wouldn't admit it to yourself, sexy as fuck. "we have to pretend to date-"

"dating does not include groping me."

"i didn't fucking grope you, calm down cherry," johnny sighed, and you pushed him away ever so slightly.

your hand ran down his body, tracing a line down the centre of his abs, watching his muscles contract as they tensed under your touch. "so this doesn't bother you?"

"not in the slightest," he tried to keep it calm, but the way his breathing shortened told you the opposite.

but you kept going, you were fucking fuming. "so if i touch you here," you hand trailed further down, running over the waistband of his trousers, your long nail circling around the hem, "that doesn't bother you."

"fucking stop," he ordered through gritted teeth, but of course you didn't instead keeping your descent until you were over were he did not want you to be, pushing just enough to push johnny over the edge.

and he snapped.

his hands came to grab your wrists, his physical strength easily overpowering yours as he pushed you up against the wall behind you, vaging you against the wall, the paint cold against your open backed dress. your hands were pinned above your head, and legs forced still by johnny's thigh in between your own, body pressed up against yours.

"i thought i told you," he spat, mouth so close he genuinely filled all your senses, "to fucking stop."

you hadn't lost your fight yet, though. "i thought you knew, that what you say means nothing to me."

"do you know what you are?"

"please, do enlighten me," you fought against his grip, but you couldn't escape. johnny was told and strong, and however much fight you had, you could not beat that.

"you're a slut."

those words were unexpected, causing you to gasp as they went straight to your gut, weird butterflies emerging in your chest.

"you're such a fucking slut. act all you want but i saw how your body acted when my hands were on you, when i looked at you like that. like a bitch in fucking heat."

you were genuinely gobsmacked. no words could come out of your mouth to defend yourself.

"but do you know what, sweetheart?" his teasing was endless, however, not letting up despite your lack of retaliation. "i think you like this, i think you like me calling you what you are. a desperate little whore-"

"i don't," you're voice was nowhere near as strong as you wished it would be, because deep down you knew he was right. the butterflies in your stomach were definetly telling you that you were enjoying this, and the way your core was aching.

"tell that to your thighs squeezing around mine," his lips were centimetres away, "because i've realised what you need. you need someone to put you in your place, to remind you of what you are. a needy, desperate, slutty little bitch, don't you sweetheart?"

all you could do was whine at his words, your hips rutting against his knee without even thinking. his words were doing wonders, you could feel how soaked you were without him even really touching you.

"grinding against my fucking thigh, you really are a bitch in heat," he practically scoffed, a hand travelled down from your wrists to wrap around your neck, squeezing enough to cut off your airflow slightly, the feeling making your head spin and vision dizzy.

"i know you've fucked hyuck," he stated the words so nonchalantly, like they weren't personal details you had never told him, "and i know you've fucked jeno. i'm pretty sure you've fucked jaemin as well, but they obviously didn't fuck you good enough for you to still have this attitude, huh, sweetheart?"

you couldn't fathom the words to respond, overwhelmed by the pleasure between your legs. your breathing got shallower and shallower and your air was cut more and more, rings indefinetly causing dents against your soft skin. johnny tensed his thigh, and you couldn't hold back the whine that escaped your mouth, the feeling just too good as your clit rubbed against the fabric of his trousers.

he could only scoff, his hand dropping your wrists and instead sliding down to your hip, kneading the skin as he manouvered your body, sitting down and pulling you down onto his lap, or more specifically his thigh. he finally let go of your throat, grabbing the other side of your hip, and you let out deep breaths, trying to gain back some sense of clarity.

"if you want to be a pathetic little thing," his tone was almost teasing, his large hands beginning to rock you back and forth, "then go ahead. get yourself off on my thigh."

and you followed his instructions, swinging your hips and getting into a steady rhythm. johnny's eyes dropped to where your body met his own, one hand sliding under the soft satin of your dress and feeling the lace panties you had on underneath.

"god, you're dripping, you're actually dripping against your thigh," he practically laughed, your wetness sticky on his fingers as he pushed the lace to the side, and the pleasure was just too much to contain, a moan leaving your lips. "shut the fuck up, cherry. don't want anyone to see how much of a whore for my thigh you're being right now."

you dived into his shoulder, biting down on his jacket to stop the sounds he was practically forcing from your throat. his hands sped up your pace, forced you to keep going as you felt the knot tighten in your gut.

you panted out, the sound of your wetness filling the room as he leant up, looking into his eyes with a sense of desperation. "gonna cum, john, need to cum."

"oh, you need to cum, do you?" he sneered, leaning back against the desk chair, feeling a sense of gravity as he watched the girl he hates fall apart on his thigh. "you need to cum."

"need it- need it so bad," you whined, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood.

johnny tilted his head, a mischevious glint in his eye. "stop moving."

"what?" you panted, confused by his words but not stopping your movements. "no, no, i'm so close."

"i don't care, stop fucking moving," he spat through gritted teeth and his lifted you off his thigh, your hips moving in mid-air as you groaned, feeling the pleasure leave your body as your high left your body.

your eyes locked onto his, tongue poking your cheek. "what the fuck!"

"needy sluts like you don't get to cum," he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever, sliding back from the chair and spreading his legs, placing you down on the floor. you didn't even have the strength to hold yourself up anymore, collapsing against his leg, the cold concrete floor a shock to the system.

however much you hated to admit it, johnny looked majestic. with his legs spread, eyes glaring down at you, hair messy as his tongue ran over his bottom lip. you couldn't tell what he was thinking, and that worried you. you were on your knees in front of the man you hated, and for whatever reason you were actually excited about what was going to happen next.

johnny didn't say anything, but his actions spoke a thousand words, his hands going to his belt and undoing it with ease. you felt your mouth water as he slid his trousers down, revealing his hardening cock from his underwear. you leant forward, hands ready to grab it, but one of his own hands nestled itself in your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail as he pulled you back.

"here's what's going to happen, sweetheart," he shuffled forward on the seat, tempting you to just have a look. you could tell from the bulge that he was big, and all you wanted at this point was your mouth around him.

god, how were you having these feelings about johnny suh.

"you're gonna let me fuck your face like the slut that you are," your thighs rubbed together as he returned to the degrading words, "and then i'll decide whether you deserve to cum."

his other hand pulled his now hard cock out of his pants, and your eyes widened at the sight. he was big, he was so fucking big, and there was no way that he could fuck your throat without cutting off your air supply.

"john, i can't-"

"you can, just open that slutty little mouth for me," his tip poked against your lips, and you complied, hesistantly parting your lips as he slid between them, the stretch agony at first. "there you go, relax your throat. don't want to hurt you that much, cherry."

those words were different, they were softer in a way. they were johnny being sincere, not 'putting you in your place' or 'teaching you a lesson'. and they relaxed you, enough that he slid even more into your mouth, tears building in your eyes, threatening to spill over.

"god, you have no idea how good that feels," he groaned, seemingly not to you, but just to the world. "tap my thigh if i'm good to move."

you followed his order, typing his thigh twice before he started to move back and forth. you tried your absolute hardest not to gag around him but it was so hard when he was practically stopping you from breathing, hitting the back of your throat over and over again until you physically had to gag around him.

johnny hummed, a pity hum, seemingly back to his old self. "what's wrong? thought you would be used to dick in your throat."

you took a deep breath as he pulled out, gasping for air as drool dripped down your chin, his dick hanging in front of you.

"don't tell me hyuck never fucked that pretty little face of yours?" he voice was playful, hand sliding from your throat to cup your jaw, thumb roughly dragging over your bottom lip. "look at how messy you are, sloppy little slut."

you took a deep breath, looking up at the tall man towering over you. "they weren't as big as you."

"aww," his tone was so patronising that if you weren't so dick whipped you would have slapped that expression off his face, "am i too big for you?"

you didn't resond, feeling like you were stuck in a trap, but that wasn't good enough for johnny. "i said, am i too big for you? because if you can't suck me off, you haven't done enough to cum tonight."

those words went straight to your desperate core, and you leant straight back to his dick, letting him back in as he pounded even harder and faster than before. you braced it, trying your hardest not to gag around him again. johnny's groans filled the room, and you just prayed you were doing well enough to get to cum later.

sa johnny's thrusts began to get more sporadic, he pulled out, hand leaving your head to jerk himself off. "open your mouth, tongue out."

you did as he said, sticking your tongue as you patiently awaited his cum, eyes glaring up at him as he kept his wrist moving at a quick speed.

"god, you're such a fucking slut, aren't you?" his words were said between low grunts and groans, obviously needed to get him over the edge. "tongue stuck out, drooling over my cock, thighs squeezing together at the idea of getting my cum in your mouth. fuck- cherry- fuck-"

and with that he came, most of it landing straight on your tongue, the salty taste filling your mouth. a small bit coated your lips instead, but johnny was quick to scrape that onto your tongue as well, before leaning down and spitting in your mouth. his saliva mixed with his cum as he barked out a 'swallow', and you did as he said. the action was so dirty, so vulgar, he was treating you like a messy, slutty object, and for whatever reason you were loving it.

"you did good, sweetheart," he cooed, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone, "i guess now it's your turn."

his hands settled under your shoulders, pulling you up from the group and back onto his lap, this time legs over his hips as you collapsed against his chest. you were fucking exhausted, head pounding from the pleasure coarsing through your veins. you could only imagine how you looked right now - mascara undoubtably smudged from the tears dropping from your eyes, lipstick removed from your lips and displaced onto your cheeks and chin, hair no longer its perfect ringlets and instead messy curls.

"god, you're still so fucking wet," he almost gasped, pad of his middle finger drawing a line through your folds. you could almost hear his actions, the squelching of your wetness deafening as your cheeks reddened with embarassment, your face hiding in his shoulder. "i bet you're so fucking sensitive- ah, yes you are."

your hips bucked as his finger pushed against your clit, so worked up from the lack of your last orgasm that you barely needed anything to become putty in his hands. he chuckled as he kept up his pace, other hand settled on your hip, rubbing up and down as you whined into his shoulder.

"still so needy, i wonder what would happen if i just...?" and with those words, a finger entered your pussy, curling up against that spot inside of you that caused your entire body to tense. "god, you're so fucking tight, would have thought this slutty cunt would be more used to cock than this, don't know how i'm ever going to fit."

you couldn't even understand the words coming out of his mouth. your orgasm was approaching so much faster due to how sensitive you were. and when he added another finger, the stretch just adding to the euphoria you were feeling, he could tell you were close. you just begged he would actually let you come this time.

but of course, he didn't. pulling them both out of you when you started to clench around him, and the denying pleasure for the second time made you absolutely crazy. your body was drained, completely drained of energy, and you didn't know how much more you could take.

"please," you sounded pathetic, most likely looked pathetic, and all you wanted was to cum. you sounded like the desperate whore he made you out to be, but at this point you couldn't even dispute it. "i can't take it, please."

johnny hums, as if considering your proposition, but really he knew your time was up. "need me to fuck you, sweetheat?"

"need you, john," you panted, using the last of your strength to push yourself up off his chest, to finally look him in the eyes, "please, wanna feel you in me."

that was all he needed, grabbing your hips and aligning you with his cock, and you were suddenly very aware of the position you were both in. there was absolutely no way you could ride him, you were far too out of it for that, but the way you were sat on top of him meant you couldn't think of another option.

but of course johnny was prepared, grabbing onto your hips and completely controlling your movements, sinking you down onto his cock for him and oh my god was he big. your mouth unknowingly feel into an 'o' shape with the stretch, feeling so so good as he bottomed out completely.

"pussy feels so good wrapped around me," johnny groaned, moving your hips up and down for you, so you were riding him without having to do any work. "dripping all over my cock, aren't you, my pretty little whore."

you couldn't even process the fact that he had called you both 'his' and 'pretty', instead trying not to scream and alert the entire house of the fact that you were locked in a room that you were definetly not meant to be in. your orgasm was incredibly fast approaching, the knot getting so unbelievably tight as you clenched around johnny.

"gonna cum, gonna cum," you repeated it like a mantra, until you heard a voice just outside the room. your hand flung to your mouth instantly, biting down on the flesh to stop any sound you were making.

johnny kept going though, despite the glares you were shooting him, to the point where you had to slap his chest in an attempt to stop him.

"fucking stop," your voice was a whisper, as quiet as you could muster while you could still hear voices outside. "i'm serious."

"you want to cum, don't you?" he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and there weren't people outside who would definitely kill you if they found anything out. "so just keep quiet, and then you'll get what you want."

so you tried your hardest not to make a single sound, but johnny's pace was relentless, pounding into you at an angle that hit such a good spot inside of you, and you had to bite down into your hand to stop yourself moaning as you released all over his dick, the feeling so much better after your denied orgasms earlier.

but johnny kept going, still chasing his second orgasm, and you just let him use you as he thrusted up, soft grunts after every buck. "gonna let me cum inside of you, like the whore you are?"

"yes, please," you didn't even know what you were saying anymore, now chasing your own second orgasm while the voices outside grew louder and louder. "want your cum, johnny."

"of course you do, fucking slut," he spat, through gritted teeth, "i can feel you clenching around me, you close again? am i fucking this messy pussy so good that you're gonna cum again?"

you nodded against his skin, and you both came at the same time, and the feeling of him filling you up was the cherry on top of this entire experience. you couldn't move, you felt numb with pleasure as johnny lifted you off his softened dick, placing you on the chair as he ran over to the laptop, and a smile creeped onto his face.

"download complete," he smiled, voice low as possible, "let's get out of here, cherry."

you span around in the chair, looking at him like he was stupid, becuase that's how he was acting. "there's people outside, dumbass."

"then we'll have to climb out the window," he spoke in the same stupidly obvious tone, and you actually accepted his suggestion. you could see jungwoo's car from here, and a quick dash would mean no one would see your escape. "come on, let's go."

you tried to stand up, but your legs gave up straight away, causing you to collapse straight back into the chair. johnny chuckled slightly. "i fuck you that good, huh?"

"you mention anything that happened tonight ever again i will kill you, i promise you," you swore, voice low and serious.

johnny tilted his head. "so you didn't just beg for me to come inside of-"

"just carry me out of here," you snapped, and he oblidged, arms behind your shoulders and knees and he walked through the floor to ceiling windows, and wandered through to where jungwoo was parked.

"never mention it again," you repeated, "tonight never happened."

"tonight never happened," he agreed, but turned to look at you again, "but you better drop that attitude, cherry."

"or what?"

"or i'll have to fuck it out of you again."

[deviousdevilx]

AU version of Chozen and Terry's fight.

Daniel manages to get to Terry's mansion and sneaks through the back, only to come across Chozen and Terry fighting and witnessing Terry cut down his friend. Rushing over to his fallen and bleeing friend, Daniel pleads Terry to spare Chozen and he'll do anything, anything if Terry makes sure Chozen doesn't bleed out.

Mini fic underneath:

Daniel couldn't believe Johnny and Chozen TIED him up and left him in the limousine as they went, or should say broke into Terry's mansion after driving through the front gates. Mike was clearly off his rocker, and was dragging Chozen and Johnny along for the ride fueled by alcohol and false bravado.

Oh God and Daniel couldn't help but feel completely responsible for everything. He dragged every single man into his drama with Terry. Amanda had been right, he should have left things alone. Even after Terry had beaten up badly, Daniel would have stuck with his resolve and let Terry have the Valley and beyond.

Now his friends were committing a crime, a felony actually. He had to do something!

Arguing in the limo proved useless and that's when Johnny snatched his phone after he threatend to call Amanda and Carmen, and Chozen tied him up with his belt! Then the pair strapped him with the seat belts, leaving him in the limo as they went out to do God knows what.

Loosening his restraints, Daniel wiggled free, and unfastened the seat belts, rushing out the limo. He tried the main front door, but it was locked. Daniel bangs on the door a few times but receives no response, so he leaves the front entrance and circles around hoping to find a way in.

Breaking out into a sweat even as the night air is cool, Daniel is fueled by pure adrenaline, barely containing the panic swelling inside. Who knows what was happening inside! People were going to get hurt, and worse.

Coming around the back, he hears voices in the garden, the one with the fountain and pool, Daniel remembers it from the charity event. Not liking the idea of scaling a fence, Daniel's hesitancy is rendered moot when he hears the clear ring of steel on steel echo through the night air.

Swords?

Then he hears Terry's voice followed by Chozen's.

Shit!

Without much grace, and using every upper body muscle, Daniel struggles over the high fence, and lands ungracefully on the other side. Landing on damp dewy grass, Daniel collects himself, and gets up from his knees only to be met with a shocking sight.

Terry is wielding a katana, Chozen his sai.

Daniel stands there frozen, watching wide eyed as the pair fight before realizing he has to put a stop to it before Chozen is hurt, or seriously hurts Terry.

"Chozen!" Daniel shouts.

A mistake.

Chozen takes his eyes off Terry for only a split second, but it's enough for Terry to take a lethal strike.

At first, Daniel doesn't realize what had just happened, until he sees Chozen gasp, then crumble to the ground, blood blossoming over his shirt.

"CHOZEN!" Daniel is screaming down, and running.

He skids on the wet surface as he reaches for Chozen. Oh God, oh God there is so much blood!

"Chozen, hang in there, Oh my God," Daniel doesn't know what to do, how to stop the bleeding, his hands are now covered.

Chozen is alive as he lets out a pained groan as Daniel helplessly touches him.

"He doesn't have to die Daniel."

Terry's voice cuts throw Daniel's mind like a knife.

"Then DO SOMETHING!" Daniel yells, clutching his friend who is barely clinging to conciousness now.

Daniel whips off his jacket, using it to staunch the blood flow from the deep but thin cut.

Terry doesn't respond immediately. He watches coldly as Daniel attempts to stop the bleeding, becoming soaked with blood and water as he kneels over his wounded friend.

Daniel continues to press his jacket into Chozen's wound, completely forgetting Terry standing behind him until he feels the cold tip of the katana pressed on the side of his neck. Suddenly he is unable to breath.

"I will have my men tend to him but first Danny boy we have another pressing issue to attend too, so you will come with me right now."

"I won't leave Chozen," Daniel says even as he is forced to lift his hand as Terry continues to press the blade into his neck.

"You will, you have no choice, get up." Terry's voice is menacingly firm. He emphasizes his point by slowly sliding the tip of the blade under Daniel's chin.

Pants wet, hands bloody, Daniel gets up, his legs shake as he rises. The blade is still on his neck. Finally Daniel faces Terry. He thought he had seen Terry truly furious that night when Terry severely beat him in Stingray's apartment, but no. This was true fury.

"Terry please," Daniel pleads, for what, he isn't sure, only he can't have Chozen die. Not because of him.

Terry finally removes the katana from Daniel's throat, "Follow me LaRusso."

Daniel does, but not before casting a glance behind him at Chozen.

Oh God. This was a nightmare.

Terry speaks to two men as they enter the house, they leave.

"Chozen won't die, not here, not tonight as long as you do as I say."

Daniel meekly nods. He's shivering, in shock, cold, covered in water and blood. He will do whatever it takes to ensure his friend stayed alive.

He follows Terry until they enter a new room, and if things weren't horrendous already there, Daniel is greeted by another shocking sight.

Johnny is on his knees, face blooded and bruised, as two men hold his arms behind his back. Mike lays nearby unconscious or possibly even dead!

Terry ignores Daniel as he approaches Johnny, the venom he spills as he addresses Johnny is strong.

"I never understood what Kreese saw in your, you're weak, pathetic, a loser, a fucking drunk, a deadbeat father. You don't deserve to ever be associated with Cobra Kai ever again. I will make sure of that. You will be lucky to leave there tonight with your life."

Johnny smirks, "I don't give a shit what you think, you're no better than--"

SMACK.

The back handed slap was so quick, so unexpected, Daniel gasps, as Johnny lets out a pained groan, blood dribbles down his chin from his mouth.

"You're in no position to talk about Mr. Lawrence."

Clutching his hand, Terry then coldly orders his men to take Johnny away. Johnny furiously starts to struggle. The other remaining Fist members, he tells to check on Mike, and take him to the basement.

"He was a good champion, a loyal fighter, let's see if we can't make that happen again," Terry says to everyone and nobody.

"Wait what, where are you taking them?" Daniel finally snaps to.

Johnny finally notices Daniel, and starts to shout, "FUCK! LARUSSO GET OUT!"

Terry lets out a hollow laugh, "Oh it's too late for that isn't it Danny boy? Nobody is leaving here tonight."

Johnny is finally dragged away screaming and cursing, while Terry approaches the fire place where he had left a glass. It's empty so he goes over to where he sat the bottle down earlier and pours himself a glass.

"Come sit Danny," Terry says.

Daniel takes a seat but not before asking about what will happen to Chozen, Johnny, and Mike.

"Don't worry about them, you should worry about your kids. So you had your men attack me at my home and your students attack my dojo? I'm frankly impressed, pissed of course, furious, but I did not think you had it in you two attack twice in one night!"

"What?" Daniel doesn't understand, "what did you do my kids? Terry!"

Terry studies Daniel until it dawns on him, Daniel had no clue what he was talking about!

"You did not send your students to my dojo tonight?"

"No! What the Hell Terry? What's going on!"

Terry laughs.

The kids don't get the video as the internet is quickly shut off the moment Kim Da-Eun arrives. As is the power. This doesn't prevent the two groups starting another vicious brawl.

Terry and Daniel arrive soon afterwards, and put an end to it. Moments later, Amanda, Stingray, and Carmen arrive to see the aftermath.

Amanda tries to go to her husband, concern and fear written all over her face as she sees Daniel wet and covered in what looks to be blood.

"Daniel!"

But Terry blocks her, with a very sinister smile, "Mrs. LaRusso, I'm sorry to have to say this, but I have unfinished business with your husband. Whether you get him back later, well that remains to be seen. For now, I recommend you make yourself concerned about your children and the students here. After all they just broke in to my dojo. A serious crime I might add. I'm giving you a lot of grace by not calling the police, but I can, and I will, so I suggest you get everyone to leave."

Dumbfounded and at a loss for words, Amanda is pulled away by Carmen, as Stingray orders the Miyagi-Do students out, while the Cobra Kai students jeer and taunt them as they exit.

Terry gives one Hell of a speech to his students, commending them for their strength, fortitude, and team work at preventing the assault on their dojo. They faced their enemy without fear and no mercy, and they won.

After congratulating them, Terry finally addresses Daniel.

"And for you Danny boy, oh Danny boy, you are in for a world of hurt unlike anything you have ever seen."

Daniel wants to run, flee. Get out. But Terry grabs his arm in a vice grip.

As promised. Daniel is kept hostage, given his own room, but is often always with Terry, while Terry has Mike tortured by the Fist, breaking the man, then rebuilding him back into a loyal fighter, completely obedient to Terry Silver, and Terry alone.

Chozen recuperates in a locked room, attended to by a private nurse. Daniel is permitted to visit him once a day so long as Daniel behaves himself.

Johnny is locked away, only taken out for Terry to torture and have Mike fight on the regular. He has been Mike Barnes' favorite new punching bag.

Terry sits, a glass a whiskey in hand, watching the flames flicker to and fro in the fireplace. Next to him, albeit reluctantly sits Daniel reading a book, or pretending too. What matters is he is there, a warm presence next to Terry. Seducing him was slow work. Daniel was so skittish, easily spooked, and when he was, he liked to bite and scratch. Something Terry wouldn't change for the world. He liked his boy with attitude after all.

And he had ways to temper that attitude when it got too much. He had Chozen and Johnny as leverage. Lately it wasn't required as much.

Mike kneels silently in the room, ready to serve his Master.

Life was good.

Terry wraps an arm around Daniel's narrow shoulders, the smaller man tenses, but places down his book.

"What a lovely evening isn't it Danny?"

Daniel nods, and tries to smile.

[alwayscobrakai]

Tell me about your aus

okay i sat here for like 10 minutes trying to think of which au to talk abt and couldnt decide so im just going to write little summaries of all my favs and i can elaborate if requested

all of these were made with my wife <3

dream au: its 2009. johnny and daniel start having weird dreams about each other. the dreams seem to have continuity?? and are all extremely vivid and clear. johnny is the first to break and actually find daniel in real life to ask "hey am i insane or are these things real???". daniel has a minor breakdown but eventually admits they are and a relationship builds from there. theres also the same thing happening to 2019 era daniel and johnny and they are a Lot less normal abt it

tkk3 rewrite: i mentioned this one recently. the set up is all the same up until the point of the silver reveal. after rescuing daniel, miyagi still refuses to train him for his own reasons. before she leaves, jessica mentions she met a 'karate guy' at a nearby grocery store and maybe daniel could go train with him? daniel is at his wits end and goes to check it out only to find its none other than johnny lawrence <3. johnny finds the situation hilarious at first and agrees but once he finds out how fucked the situation is hes like. okay im like. actually going to help you what the fuck is happening

classic 'the one where theyre dating in tkk1' au: self explanatory. after the beach fight johnny approaches daniel and is like hey sorry abt that. ali makes me crazy lol. wanna get ice cream? and daniels like wtf is wrong with you. but yes ok. johnny struggles with having to outwardly pick on daniel around his friends but being a complete sap with him whenever theyre alone. their friends slowly clue on and each have mixed opinions on it.

danny and marty au: mid 90s. daniel is at a bar for a batchelorette party and starts getting hit on by a dude named marty. he is at first not interested but comes around after marty offers a karate spar in the alley outside. they end up going home together. the next morning while marty is making coffee, daniel is snooping and comes across a cobra kai gi and freaks out. 'marty' is actually dutch <3 who assumed daniel was a different guy after he failed to recognise him and thought 'well its not every day you get to screw a lookalike of the dude you were obsessed with in high school'. after daniel calms down they awkwardly exchange numbers with a vague promise to catch up later. dutch immediately drunk calls him that night to call him sexy and the au goes from there

i jokingly named this one harem au and it stuck: after a sleepover and messed up game of 'would you rather' the cobra boys all realise their obsession with daniel might not be exactly 'platonic' and all start trying to seduce him in their own ways. daniel very quickly picks up on this and thinks hey fuck it why not? ali thinks daniel is insane. johnny is trans in this one just for fun <3

[russolaw]

hitmen au, silverlaw, lawrusso (in Terry's imagination)

Terry knew. Of course he knew. Danny was obvious. Stealing glances at Johnny when Terry allowed him to accompany them on a job, which was getting more frequent. The way he asked Terry about him in the quiet moments while they were working, because Danny knew Terry would talk about his boy for hours. He could even tell when he first introduced the two of them; Danny's eyes had gone wide and his jaw had dropped, barely able to mutter out a polite "hello".

Part of Terry found it amusing. Johnny was a good boy, obedient. Devoted to Terry just as much as Terry was devoted to him. Another part of him was disgusted, felt almost betrayed. Danny owed Terry so much, and he had the nerve to look on Johnny with blatant lust in those stupid brown eyes.

Terry was the one who taught Danny everything he knew. Turned him into a near perfect killer. He was just a sniveling, weak young man when they met, crying for revenge on the man who killed his precious Miyagi.

He even extended his hand, offered a partnership afterward when the body was still warm. He saw potential in the young man.

He even allowed Danny to come back to him, years after he dissolved their partnership in favor of working with the young woman who later became his wife, but who quit at the first sign of morning sickness. Clearly, Danny was unappreciative of the second chance.

There were times, unfortunately, were thoughts Terry didn't like entered his head. Thoughts of his Johnny getting on his knees for Danny, unbuckling his belt and taking his cock out, engulfing the whole thing until it hit the back of his throat.

Thoughts of Johnny riding Danny as Danny squeezed his tits, pinched his nipples.

Thoughts of Johnny and Danny kissing in the backseat of Danny's car. It made him sick.

Fortunately, Johnny would never leave him. He knew better.

____

Terry was digging bruises into Johnny's hips, fucking him roughly from behind.

"Your pretty little pussy is so tight on my cock, baby," Terry said. "Maybe tomorrow I'll let you sit on it while I work. What do you think?"

Johnny didn't answer, and of course he didn't; Terry had shoved his tie into his mouth.

After Terry had spilled inside him, and allowed Johnny his orgasm, he took the gag out and wiped him down, collapsed next to him. Terry pulled him close and kissed his sweaty forehead. Danny could never fuck Johnny the way he needed.

Eventually, Johnny drifted off to sleep, his face smoothed and relaxed, breathing evenly. Before Terry could fall asleep, he heard Johnny mumble 'Daniel', and his heart dropped.

[variousqueerthings]

handmaiden au??? say more ...

aw jeez ok so! SO! I started writing this... a year and a half ago? it's so Developed, but I just don't wanna start posting it until it's done, which means there's so much to talk about because I've written so much of it and I know what happens (strap in!)

(also disclaimer, I call it handmaiden au rather than fingersmith au, because vibeswise it's echoing more the park chan wook movie than the original source material, but youknow. the Format was fingersmith first. it's also a dash of shootfighter)

I NEED YOU TO KNOW HEADING IN THAT THIS FIC IS SO DEAD DOVEY. I LEAVE OUT A FAIR FEW DETAILS IN THE RUN DOWN BUT IT STILL ALLUDES TO STUFF AND THE FIC ITSELF. MMM SO FUCKED UP!

(I mean if you know the source material you know it's already fucked up, I just do it in different directions)

Current day is set in the 1920s in California, Johnny and Daniel are in their mid/late-20s

BACKSTORIES

DANIEL LARUSSO

back in the day Daniel and Lucille moved to California from New York, to an area that was up-and-coming. He met Miyagi, got into some scrapes... and then left California with his mother and Miyagi and moved to Okinawa.

Whilst there he met Chozen, which, in a similar way to TKK2, we're in the aftermath of big changes related to colonialist violence, in this case related to the change of the name Ryūkyū to Okinawa in connection with the Japanese annexation of the kingdom, which Chozen's uncle, Sato, profited off of and was one of the reasons Miyagi left in the first place. So Chozen was a very angry young man and took it out on Daniel and then they become friends, but ofc then Daniel stays...

Sato and Miyagi make up and start to work for the betterment of the Okinawan people, and when Sato dies Chozen takes over his criminal empire (which Miyagi never approved of), which he starts slowly retooling to eventually attempt to regain control of Okinawa and reclaim it as the Ryūkyū kingdom. Kumiko is involved tangentially in this business, although, like Miyagi, she doesn't approve and tries to keep Daniel somewhat out of it

eventually Miyagi dies and Daniel's mother returns to New Jersey, and Daniel -- whilst becoming ever-more a part of this place -- eternally feels like an outsider, and in the midst of all of this he and Chozen become a secret item, which of course makes it nearly impossible for Kumiko to try to extricate him from the Dangerous Dealings of Chozen's crime and revolution

and then Chozen starts to deal with American businessman Terry Silver....

JOHNNY LAWRENCE

Johnny lived in California with his single mother. they're incredibly poor and so she marries a rich man (not Jewish, jeez Cobra Kai tv show) to try and help out her son and it's all kind of a disaster and eventually something terrible happens to her, but idk if I should say, because it's kinda like. yo. fucked up revelations

anyway, in the meantime Johnny has become the favored student of one John Kreese, who teaches Jujutsu (Karate at this point still being relatively specific to the Ryūkyū kingdom, while Jujutsu was becoming increasingly international, especially within world militaries...) -- John Kreese introduced Johnny to rich businessman Terry Silver with the intent to have him become Johnny's patron once Johnny left his home

I don't know if Johnny killed his stepfather or if he's still alive, there's still some niggling in all of that, but either way, Johnny and his mother needed some help, because Johnny's mother was permanent resident in a sanitarium at this point

Terry agrees, but then he and Kreese have an unspecified (read: gay) falling out and Kreese abandoned Johnny in Terry's care and disappeared...

Terry honors his agreement with Kreese and remains Johnny's patron, pays for his mother's treatment, and starts a supremely messed up sexual relationship with Johnny. he also starts running Very Very exclusive gladiatorial games, in which rich people come to his house with fighters that they've chosen and Johnny fights them all, while they bet on the outcomes -- these games exacerbate until they're to the death and naturally have a very voyeuristic component to them in which these rich people ogle Johnny

and then one day Daniel Larusso arrives at the house...

THE STORY

the story has a similar structure to the original, in that we begin with Daniel arriving at this place ostensibly to do one thing (in this case barter a deal between Terry and Chozen that will provide blackmail material for Chozen to use against his enemies in return for a great deal of resources...) and is actually doing another (getting blackmail material on Terry, while also stealing the information)

the reason it's Daniel is because Terry met him during early negotiations and I mean. he wants to seduce him/own him. obvs. and both Chozen and Daniel know this and are banking on Daniel's outward-appearing innocence/naivety to give him cover while he infiltrates Terry's business

he first sees Johnny during one of these fights and is a. obvs struck by Johnny being very beautiful and b. super disturbed by this killing machine and doesn't technically want anything to do with him

but then they start getting closer over time, despite it all, helped by Ali (who's the resident medic) smoothing over some initial bad impressions and wanting to get Johnny out of a bad situation

also it's important to add that Ali and Susan are dating in this

so Daniel is in secret communications with Kumiko who's also currently in California, and dealing with the fact that he hasn't been back in nearly 10 years and that he met Miyagi in this part of the world and his relationship with Chozen and trying to avoid Terry getting his hands on him and meanwhile there's this weird blonde guy who seems to be going through just the worst life of all time and he wants to help him + is very attracted to him

so he and Ali and Kumiko decide they're going to save Johnny and his mother and this takes precedence over his original mission

and then it turns out...

ok well idk if I should say. this is when things get into the fun twisty-turniness that is fingersmith/the handmaiden, which if you know you know, right? but I could say

if you want to know the next part (which would also feature the reveal about Johnny's mother)

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Terry Silver in KK1.

Kreese is annoyed at the Italian brat who is “messing” with Johnny and “causing problems”. Terry says he’ll take a look into the matter.

But one look at doe-eyes Daniel and his jailbait charm and Terry switches sides.

Johnny misses Cobra Kai the very next day, and Kreese tells Terry it’s because Johnny says he was “kicked in the face by a really tall guy multiple times” and warned “not to touch LaRusso OR ELSE”.

Kreese never puts two and two together and remains angry and frustrated that his champ is out of commission.

Meanwhile, Terry continues to creep, and tells Daniel to give him a call when he turns 18, but in the meantime would you like some free karate classes, sweetheart? A rolex?? An all-expense paid trip to a private island???

Daniel wonders why he’s surrounded by creeps. Must be something about the Cali water…

Lmao. If only Daniel knew how to properly weaponize the effect he has on men he'd be unstoppable.

Kk1 au's are always so interesting to me. Because like, while Terry is a Cobra Kai he's sort of always outside of it. He's not interacting at all throughout the first two movies, and only gets involved in the third due to his loyalty to Kreese. At which point he's dedicated to his weird psychosexual revenge scheme before he even meets Daniel. (And I think it's so interesting how Kreese describes Daniel to Terry as some sort of menace, and then when terry actually meets him he's just a sweet dork. But he's already made up his mind to go through with the plan. (Let's not forget that his first glimpse of him is actually when Daniel gets out of the shower...)

Anyway. Given everything that goes down in the show, the way Terry seems to be torn between wanting Daniel back at first before deciding that if he can't have him he'll just tear his life down instead, and how he wants to be equals with Kreese but the man is ways trying to put him down. I mean.

What would have happened if he had met Daniel first without Kreese's influence?

ANYWAY

I actually have a Johnny/Daniel/Terry kk1 wip that's been in my files for like two years. I never got around to finishing it but never say never.

(rough draft. Cobra!Daniel kk1 au where Johnny has a big dumb crush on Daniel and Terry thinks Daniel is just too good for such a rough around the edges boy.)

[ofviolentdeathmuses]

name: Wynonna Kidd

what: Half werewolf, quarter demon and angel

age: Appears mid 20s

birthday: November 27

occupation: None

location: Ruby Hill, Nevada

faceclaim: Danielle Rose Russell

status: Selectively open to AU

relationship: Lennox

parents: Leora Miner and Roman Kidd

siblings: Waylon (twin brother) and Brooks

kids: Vic

Wynonna and her siblings are all named after country music legends (Wynonna Judd, Waylon Jennings, and Garth Brooks).

She grew up at his grandmother’s bar and learned how to tend bar pretty early on. Wynonna, considered going into veterinary but her connection to animals made volunteering at a nearby shelter a living hell.

15 minutes older, has an older sibling complex. Comes off as brash and aloof at first but is genuinely a good person and loyal as fuck when she trusts someone. It can take her a while to warm up to new people.

When everything came to it's peak with Waylon's torments, Wynonna left the bar, intent on going to to stay with one of their cousins. She met a witch on her way and had a short fling with the man. She had no idea she was pregnant until weeks after things had ended and she had returned home to the bar. Her cousin Johnny was the first person she told.

Abilities Visual/empathic telepathy (can read images and the emotion attached to them), illusion work, teleportation, telekinesis, aura reading and enchantment, Geokinesis, Aerokinesis, can actively communicate with animals.

Other Info Threads Face Drabble

[ao3feed-johnnylawrence]

Admiring From Afar

by excillu

When Johnny first met him at the beach he beat crap out of him because he was hanging around Ali, his ex-girlfriend. Soon after that fight he regretted it, he regretted giving the poor boy he barely even met a black eye and busted up lip, he regretted it even if his sensei always said to never regret a fight but he couldn’t help but feel terrible.

Instead of apologizing immediately he of course decided to find a different way of saying he’s sorry without technically saying he’s sorry. So of course after his karate lessons he watched him from afar learning the way he moved, talked and acted around different people. Johnny knew this was wrong but he could help it. All he wanted was to see him. He knew he could never tell anyone about what he did after school, not even his best friend Bobby.

NOT VERY FAST WITH UPDATES JUST TO LET YOU KNOW

-I rewrite a lot, very sorry. also many apologizes for crap writing-

Words: 2146, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Karate Kid (Movies), Someone's Watching Me!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence, Laura Lawrence, Sid Weinberg, Bobby Brown (Karate Kid), Tommy (Karate Kid), Dutch (Karate Kid), Jimmy (Karate Kid), Ali Mills (Karate Kid), Susan (Karate Kid), Barbara (Karate Kid), Freddy Fernandez, John Kreese, Mr. Miyagi (Karate Kid), Lucille LaRusso

Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence, Ali Mills & Susan (Karate Kid), Daniel LaRusso & Ali Mills

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, Alternate Universe - Psychopaths, Obsessive Behavior, Obsession, Obsessed Johnny Lawrence, stalker behavior, Possessive Behavior, Red Flags (Johnny), Jealousy, Blood and Gore, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Mention of Stalking, Murder, Graphic Description, Graphic Description of Corpses, Karate Kid AU, Whump, Alternate Universe - Present Time, Alternate Universe - Someone's Watching Me! Fusion

from AO3 works tagged 'Johnny Lawrence' https://ift.tt/4uAvgGN

[redrikki]

My Series Masterpost

Short and to the Mr. Pointy - (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Collections of drabbles set in each season.

Short and to the Mr. Pointy - Season 1

Short and to the Mr. Pointy - Season 2

Short and to the Mr. Pointy - Season 3

Short and to the Mr. Pointy - Season 4

Short and to the Mr. Pointy - Season 5

Short and to the Mr. Pointy - Season 6

Short and to the Mr. Pointy - Season 7

Xander and Eshu's Wacky Road Trip - (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) While searching for Slayers in Africa, Xander hires an unusual guide, or, the god of the crossroads gets a new toy.

At the Cross Roads Well Met - The god Eshu meets an interesting man in a market in Benin or, for sixteen palm nuts, Xander hires an interesting guide. (Xander Harris, Eshu)

Goddess in the Water - Xander and Eshu find romance, a mystery and car trouble on the road, just not necessarily in that order. (Xander Harris, Eshu, OCs)

Jennifer Hailey, Vampire Slayer - (Stargate SG-1/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover) All Lt. Jennifer Hailey ever wanted was to travel the galaxy via a giant piece of alien technology, make some world changing scientific break throughs and show up Major Carter. Too bad destiny had other ideas.

Hailey Thinks - All Lt. Jennifer Hailey ever wanted was to travel the galaxy via a giant piece of alien technology. Too bad destiny had other ideas. Now she has a whole lot to think about. (Jennifer Hailey, Xander Harris)

The Lost Tribe - Being a Slayer never meant much to Lt. Jennifer Hailey, but between a crisis off-world and a prophecy, it may mean a lot. (Jennifer Hailey, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Sam Carter, Teal'c, Xander Harris, Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenberg, Rupert Giles, OCs)

Houses Alike In Dignity - Downton Abbey Hogwarts fusion AU

Snakes and Lions - In Thomas, Jimmy finds that courage isn't exclusive to Gryffindors. Now if only he could find some himself. (Jimmy Kent/Thomas Barrow)

The House Elf and the Lioness - "Honestly Sybil, he's practically a house elf," Mary exclaimed when she caught them kissing in the stacks. (Sybil Crawley/Tom Branson, Mary Crawley)

The Owl & the Son-of-a-Squib - Matthew and Isobel Crawley were quite shocked when an owl swooped down and dropped an envelope on their breakfast table. (Matthew Crawley, Isabel Crawley, Mary Crawley, Joseph Molesley)

Queen of Lower Chelsea - (Ultimate Spider-Man comics) Jessica Drew may not be a real girl, but she's trying to build a real life.

Stop Clicking Your Red Heels - Jessica Drew takes a shower and her first steps into her new life. (Jessica Drew. OCs)

And Everybody Used to Call You Lucky - Peter can afford to do the right thing, but Jessica doesn't have that luxury. (Jessica Drew)

Fingertips that Might Ignite - Peter is straight like a straight thing. Jessica isn't sure what she is. (Jessica Drew/Johnny Storm, Jessica Drew/OFC)

Bursts of Stardust - (Star Wars films) Collection of short stories.

Bursts of Stardust 1

Bursts of Stardust 2

Bursts of Stardust 3

Second Verse - (A Song of Ice and Fire) Theon Greyjoy leapt off the walls of Winterfell and ended up in his own past. Second verse, same as the first, a little bit louder and a little bit worse.

Second Verse - Theon Greyjoy leaps from Winterfell's walls and ends up in his past. Can he save the Starks from themselves? More importantly, does he even want to? (Theon Greyjoy, Stark Family)

Little Bit Louder, Little Bit Worse - In a world where the War of the Five Kings goes very differently, Asha Greyjoy sails north to retrieve her brother. (Asha Greyjoy, Theon Greyjoy, Robb Stark)

Tango Verse - (Supernatural/Dollhouse crossover) Sam decides the best way to help his brother recover from Hell is to wipe his memory. It does not go as planned.

Obliviate - Sam paves a road with good intentions and some advice from Harry Potter. After all, Hermione erased her parent's memories to protect them. How is it any different if Sam does it to help Dean? (Sam Winchester, Ruby)

A Tango Dance Dance Revolution - The latest Active is a tall white guy with green eyes, pouty lips and ridiculous cheekbones. Wiping him is just another day at the office. (Topher Brink, Dean Winchester)

Two to Tango - Nothing stays buried; not memories, not guilt, not the demon apocalypse. They always claws their way back up to bite you in the ass. (Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Ruby, Adelle Dewitt, OCs) Abandoned WIP

[chisfics]

beach party

"Daniel 'with an e'! Come on and join us on our rides!"

"Sure thing, Johnny 'with an H'!"

[cobrakatharsis]

au where johnny is the most popular attraction in the aquarium (maybe he's a mermaid or a snake creature ??) and daniel is his favorite trainer

i’m so sorry it takes me SO DANG LONG to answer asks i am the slowest writer the world has ever seen

HOWEVER. i absolutely love this idea, anon, you are fantastic

johnny was owned privately by one terry silver in what was a fairly extensive collection of illegal exotic “pets”, though none were anywhere near as interesting as johnny himself. he’d been a gift for silver’s lover, john kreese, and subsequently seized when kreese was arrested for something or another in the midst of a spat with silver and snitched on johnny’s existence.

he’d thought johnny would be put down immediately, if not seized for experimentation, but instead johnny was brought to a sanctuary aquarium where many large ocean mammals are being rehabilitated and researched, and countless other large displays attract the public with fish and creatures and talks by the scientists who work there.

daniel isn’t particularly passionate about the ocean - it had more been a job of convenience, getting an internship here after moving to california with his ma in his senior year - but he’s grown to love it all, grown to be a deeply popular trainer with the animals and with the public, and he’d been immediately fascinated with johnny. johnny is like nothing anyone’s ever seen, and he’s beautiful. he could look almost human if you only looked at his top half and didn’t look too closely, but at his waist his pale skin gives way to dark scales in blood-red and black and gold, stretching into a long tail - roughly three times his torso length - that curls and dances in the water. his fins where his hips would be were he human, and at the end of his tail, are intricate and frilled, glittering champagne like his hair.

his eyes are sharp and dark. they look almost all-black to the untrained eye, but daniel knows they’re really blue - a circle of pale colour, if you’re able to look closely enough, which matches the hue of his skin at the edges of his gills and his lips and his sharp fingernails. he’s cold to the touch in most places, especially his hands and face, but his blood pumps warm.

they’d thought him incapable of speech, at first. he’d come to the sanctuary afraid and sullen, visibly sickly and thin. utterly silent, and very still. he’d been kept for the last few months or so in a small container of cold, stagnant water in a dark storage unit, hidden away like an illegal firearm by his previous owner terry silver to try and prevent his retrieval by police, so the first grasp at his trust had been daniel and the rest of the staff getting him into his new enclosure. they’d started out in a private one in the research and rehabilitation facility, sprawling and deep and full of safe enrichment, kept warm by heaters, and daniel had been assigned to be his trainer. he brought johnny food and spent all hours of the day with him, talking to johnny almost all the while and aiming to earn his trust. he called johnny goldie, since they didn’t have any other name for him, and daniel liked to compliment the gold in his hair and tail.

the first word johnny had spoken had been his own name, to daniel. he’d swam up to the surface of the water one day, where daniel was lounging on the decking beside the edge of the pool, writing on a clipboard and chatting to johnny like he usually did about anything that came to mind. he jumped when johnny reached out and touched his ankle with a cold, gentle hand, unused to johnny coming so close, but smiled broadly.

“hey, goldie!” he’d said. “you hungry? or you just exploring?”

johnny tilted his head, dark eyes affixed on daniel almost nervously. shyly. “…j—johnny.”

daniel’s jaw had dropped. johnny had explained in stilted speech that he thought it was only fair daniel got to know his name, since he’d told johnny his on the first day they’d met - “hey, man. my name’s daniel. i’m gonna be looking after you, okay?” - and from there he’d never really stopped talking. his personality, a little prickly but funny and sincere and endearingly spacey, had begun to shine through, and daniel was even more enchanted by him.

johnny started swimming around more in his enclosure, exploring, and even finally started playing, engaging with the weighted rings daniel tossed in the water for him or the inflatable balls they played catch with. he beamed with his gorgeous smile - dark eyes squinting, sharp teeth bared - when daniel climbed into the water with him to swim and play or just paddle his feet at the edge, and he even began climbing out of the water and shuffling across the deck - excited and cute like a seal - to curl up next to daniel’s side on the deck when he was sat there working.

the two of them immediately became a sensation when johnny agreed to be moved to a public enclosure when he was ready, engaging with the public past the glass during opening hours. he waves at people and swims to greet them or just examine them up close, sometimes smiling at them and sometimes glaring, pulling faces, dancing around to the wonder-filled gasps of children. he and daniel put on shows, playing together or swimming together or doing tricks, making johnny beam and laugh, and daniel does talks and answers everyone’s excited fascinated questions about johnny as his handler - but johnny only ever speaks to the staff he trusts - most frequently to daniel - and only when there’s no one else around to hear.

silver and kreese hadn’t allowed him to speak, he confesses quietly to daniel one night, when they’re lay together on the sloped deck with the water lapping at their feet. they hadn’t allowed him to do much. he was decorative. and not even a wanted decoration, if his abandonment in his last few months outside of the sanctuary was anything to go by. silver hated him.

“i think you’re perfect,” daniel tells him, and means it. he doesn’t mention the money that johnny brings into the sanctuary with all of the people that come to see him, nor the entertainment he provides for them. instead, he rests his cheek against johnny’s hair - impossibly soft when it’s dry - and tells him, “you’re my best friend.” johnny presses closer to him, clinging to daniel like he often does, and daniel learns another new thing about johnny - he can cry.

he learns a lot of new things about johnny when they’re curled together like that every night. more details about what life had been like with silver and kreese, bits and pieces of a story that always breaks johnny to pieces as he explains in agonised whispers that he hadn’t always been like this. he hadn’t always been a monster. but daniel also learns that he certainly doesn’t kiss like a monster, just like he doesn’t do anything like a monster. he kisses slow and soft and shy, whines sweetly as daniel takes the lead. his lips are cold, as is every bit of skin daniel touches, but he warms up quick, and he looks even more human like that, cheeks and lips and chest flushed blood-warm and pinkish. eyes sweet and blue up close.

he’s in an especially good mood for the shows the next day. and the crowd explodes with wonder when johnny surges his torso gracefully up out of the water to catch daniel by the shoulders and lean up to gently nuzzle their noses together, beaming as daniel holds him securely by the waist. he swirls in the water like a drop of ink, long tail twirling in a blur of red and black and gold, when he drops back in, and daniel beams right back at him, raising his arm to the audience’s praise of his and johnny’s ‘special connection’. it feels special. it feels like everything.

[ziltoidcoffee]

We've done Terry being jealous of Kumiko. Now: Daniel being jealous of Kreese.

Terry admitted to Daniel at some point that before they met, he was unrequitedly in love with John for years. Daniel doesn't mind Terry and Kreese still being friends, of course he doesn't, that would be silly. And yet whenever Kreese comes to the house for a visit, Daniel spends the whole time hanging on Terry's neck. Sitting in his lap. Generally turning the PDA up to 11.

(All right, anon. I’m not a huge Cobra Husbands romantic shipper, but since it's in their past, fuck it. 🐍 Here’s what I thought of. Definitely an canon div. AU if they got together during KK3.)

For the last hour, Daniel’s been watching a movie with Terry on the couch in his mansion, both wearing matching, red satin pajamas with hand-stitched monograms. He has his head in the older man’s lap with long fingers combing through his hair, each drag sending a warm tingle down Daniel’s spine. The movie is an old black and white noir that Terry likes, but he doesn’t care what film they watch, only that they’re together.

He’s content to spend the entire night here, possibly even fall asleep and be taken to bed. But a door slamming from the other room has Daniel sitting up with a frown, staring at the entrance to the living room. “What’s wrong?” he hears Terry ask, and Daniel says nothing, lying back down. But he can feel his face pulling into a grimace, annoyed by who he already knows will be joining them shortly. Only one person would dare to treat Terry’s house without care and live to see another day.

But just in case there’s any doubt in Daniel’s head, the march of footsteps toward the living room confirms his suspicions, along with Terry’s gleeful, “John! You’re back early!” Daniel can already feel the pang of jealousy turning into bile in his throat. He doesn’t even bother looking away from the movie, knowing the sight of John Kreese will ruin his composure.

“Turns out, my date was a bitch,” John scoffs, and he walks across the room in front of the television. Daniel still refuses to meet his eyes. He never liked Kreese and still doesn’t, especially after what he did to Johnny, or tried to do. But he puts up with the man, acting cordial at the very least since he’s Terry’s closest friend.

“Sorry to hear that,” Terry chuckles, and his hand slides down from Daniel’s hair to caress the side of his face. “Guess we all can’t be so lucky.”

Despite Kreese’s annoying presence, his boyfriend’s words bring a smile to Daniel’s lips. He even turns his head and glances up to meet Terry’s eyes.

Kreese snorts. “Whatever, I don’t care. Plenty of fish in the sea,” he mutters. Then there’s the sound of someone taking a seat not too far away, followed by a happier, “What’re you watching?”

Daniel tilts his head to glance over and finds Kreese sitting in the plush chair beside the couch facing the tv. Great, he plans to stay and ruin their date night for what is not the first time since Kreese moved in with them after his apartment complex burnt down. Terry claimed this was “only temporary” to help out his friend, but after three months, Daniel is starting to wonder if his boyfriend knows what the word “temporary” means.

He tries to hide his discomfort and turns away, sitting up beside Kreese with crossed arms. Not only does Daniel detest Kreese because of his past actions, but he found out a few weeks ago that his boyfriend used to have a crush on the former military captain. He considered moving out himself after that bomb was dropped, giving Terry the silent treatment for almost 24 hours. The only reason he didn’t is because Terry whisked him away for a much-needed vacation in Palm Springs and opened up to Daniel about all his past relationships, baring his heart in a rare moment.

Terry doesn’t seem to notice his aversion, smiling as he slings an arm around Daniel’s waist. “The Frightened City,” he answers. “Pre-Bond Sean Connery.”

“Now that’s a real man,” Kreese comments, and there’s a shuffle of clothes then a click that sounds like he’s lit a cigar.

A second later, the smoke drifting toward Daniel proves him right, and he rolls his eyes while Terry laughs at his friend. “True, true,” he says, like Kreese actually said something funny.

They start discussing the plot and the actors, loud enough to drown out the movie, and Daniel can feel the beginning of anger pricking up his spine. When this goes on too long, he throws his leg over Terry’s thigh, trying to earn his attention. But all he gets instead is his boyfriend’s hand, coming down to rest over Daniel’s leg. His fingers even play with the silk fabric, but Terry’s still joking with Kreese.

It shouldn’t annoy Daniel so much. Terry explained he got over Kreese when they came back from war. He realized Kreese was straight and never going to change. But that doesn’t settle the little green monster in Daniel’s mind. He grinds his teeth and turns his body to throw his other leg over Terry before moving to straddle him. Terry’s eyes widen in surprise, and Daniel grins while settling his hands on the man’s chest.

“What’s this?” Terry whispers, eyes cutting to Kreese.

Daniel doesn’t bother peering over. “I thought you said we’d be alone tonight,” he purrs, keeping his voice low enough for only his boyfriend to hear. Then he tilts his hips to grind down against Terry’s crotch covered in satin.

Terry sucks in a breath. “I assumed wrong,” he admits, closing his eyes as if trying to compose himself. But his hands drop to settle over Daniel’s hips, squeezing but not stopping his motion

“Can’t you just ask him to leave?” Daniel asks, and his voice is whiny, almost embarrassingly so. But he can feel Terry hardening beneath him. He must be doing something right.

The fingers at his hips tighten. “He had a bad night. I’m trying to be nice to my old friend,” Terry tells him.

He doesn’t like the sound of that. His boyfriend is too caring about the old war vet. Oh well, Daniel will make him leave then. “But what about me?” he breathes, and his fingers start to unbutton Terry’s shirt while his hips grind downward. Terry glares at him, saying nothing. Though under Daniel’s fingers, he can feel the older man’s heart beating rapidly. “I want you all to myself, Terry.”

Before Terry can reply, Daniel ducks down to kiss at his neck as a hand slides into his shirt. It’s then he hears a groan of irritation from a few feet away, and Daniel smirks against his boyfriend’s skin.

”All right, I’m out. No movie is worth watching you two for,” Kreese grumbles, and a moment later, there’s the slog of footsteps and a door shutting close.

When Daniel brings his head back up, Terry isn’t frowning but smirking. “You little brat,” he growls though his voice is full of affection, and his hands glide down to grab Daniel’s ass, bringing him closer. “You did that on purpose.”

“Maybe,” Daniel admits, pushing back against Terry’s touch. “I told you. I want you all to myself.” His expression darkens at the thought of Kreese and his boyfriend together in their positions.

He earns a chuckle. “Is this about my old infatuation with John?” Terry asks, and Daniel shrugs. “You should know by now that you're the most important person to me.”

It’s not quite “I love you,” but Daniel accepts this for now. “Then please kick him out, Terry. He’s always up in our business. I can’t stand it,” he pleads, still unbuttoning his shirt.

Terry sighs. “Soon, Danny. I swear.” He leans in to offer a soft and brief kiss that calms Daniel along with his next words. “But maybe I should keep John around if this is how you act.”

Daniel’s face grows warm in self-consciousness, but his head is caught by strong fingers at his jaw before he can turn away. “You look so pretty in green,” Terry whispers, and his smug grin makes Daniel see red instead.

He lifts a hand to grab the back of Terry’s head and pull him into a bruising kiss. John Kreese will never know what this feels like, to taste Terry Silver, not as long as Daniel’s around.

[youandthemountains]

Fave AU- I mean, I mostly force you all to read my AUs, but the one I never wrote more than a chapter of is how Johnny became a sex worker after high school, and continues to pick up clients here and there for decades after. It's great- people tell him what they want, he does it, he gets beer money. 👍

And then in the mid-2000s, this hot brunette chick catches his eye, and the next thing you know he's meeting her husband, his high school karate rival. He's game though-- he's so game, and they look rich, and it's been a bad month, and... Except they don't realize it's a business transaction, and Johnny kind of can't bring himself to tell them.

I appreciate your AUs so much!!

I especially appreciate all the ways the lawrussos come together in your AUs, this is such a fun concept to think about. Would love to hear how it plays out - I could see a version with Johnny thinking of himself as this lone wolf after the Cobras disperse, met with i-dont-care-about-the-house-i-want-you overwhelming Daniel who wants His People all together, and confident Amanda who's like well obviously we're all on the same page here and here's how this plays out bc that's generally how their business partnership has succeeded, and that works at first with them until it doesn't and they realize they actually do want to get on the same page anyway perhaps?

Does Amanda know who he is to Daniel ahead of them meeting? Is Amanda from money which is how they're rich & still working under other people, or would this be shortly after opening their first dealership together, maybe the first time they've tried something new in their relationship between the new business and new baby (or is this pre-Sam?)

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Prominence [WCh. 2.37]

Social Media AU ; Idol AU ; Added Unit AU CW/TW: Language, A little tiny NSFW remark (non explicit) Genre: Comedy, Romance Pairing: NCT x Idol!Reader, Seonghwa x Reader, Yangyang x Reader; ft. (Y/N)'s university friends and Yeseul Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 3.3K

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February 19, 2022

"Ready to go?" Yeseul tosses the keys in her hand. "I'll drive!"

"Sounds good," you grabbed your bag and walked up next to her. Today was the day you agreed to meet your University friends. Mostly to apologize for your own behavior, they didn't deserve that, and who were you to make such accusations?

But, they seemed rather adamant on meeting you too, they had some things to tell you themselves, and with everything going on right now, you hoped that they didn't mind that you brought Yeseul along. As aforementioned, Yeseul had met two of them already, Carson and Crystal, on separate occasions. Both of them used to come to visit you at the company while you were training, and on some days you brought Yeseul, fresh from the US, alongside with you so she wouldn't be alone. You thought that they hit it off rather fine despite having just met, and you knew for a fact that Yeseul knew Daniel. The only new one would be Rebecca.

"Where are you two off to?" Johnny was, reasonably, curious. He pours his freshly brewed coffee into his mug as he awaits your response.

"Meeting up with my old friends, we have some things to sort out after all that drama," you explained. "Need anything while we're out?"

"No, just be safe and aware," Johnny shrugs. "Have some fun, let loose. Didn't know Em knew them too, though."

"Eh, I don't know them as well as (Y/N) does, but we hung out a couple of times during trainee days," Yeseul zips up her hoodie and opens the door for you. "See ya," she waves absently and you're both on your way. You both step into the elevator and Yeseul is the one to press the ground floor button. "Hey, it's been a while since we actually caught up, huh?" She asks. Come to think of it, you couldn't remember the last time you had a full conversation with her. You'd always been busy with NCThree and she'd been hanging out with Jaehyun more, you didn't realize how long it'd been.

"It has, how have you been?" You ask.

"Pretty good, you know, everything's been feeling kinda light since Jae and I started getting serious, but we're getting kind of nervous."

"Why?"

"Some of the fans have been pointing out changes in our behaviors. We've been lucky enough that the company isn't putting us in similar schedules but... people are going to find out eventually, you know? We've been wondering if we should just say it ourselves."

"I say go for it," you shrug. "It's better if it comes from you two than an obsessive stalking fan or company," you crossed your arms and, as you both walked out of the elevator, you continued. "Just do what's comfortable for you both, though. You're lucky that you both technically live together, it's easy to sneak around in here," you teased.

"Aw, stop it," Yeseul's face burned red and she nudged you softly. "Wait, argh, you did it again!" She looks at you with an upset expression and groans.

"Huh? Did what?"

"You changed the subject! God, how are you so good at that? I thought Mark was just being a big baby..." She exasperates. "Back to the point, how are you, (Y/N)?" She asks. "And I mean seriously, how are you? You can't hide things from me." She opens the door to her car for you and you stepped in. Once she was situated in the driver's seat, you took a deep breath.

"I'm okay, a little tired, a little stressed, but what's new?" You leaned against the headrest.

"I heard Seonghwa called you." She kept her eyes on the road, but you knew she was focused on you.

"He did."

"Everything alright with him? Or am I pulling up to the ATEEZ dorms with a bat?" She was only half-joking, you knew.

"Everything's fine, don't worry," you chuckled. "We just agreed to finally talk things through, you know, for both of us."

"Oh, yeah?" She hums. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but... what are you hoping to get out of it?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Let me rephrase... (Y/N), do you still love him?" She looks at you only briefly before returning to the road.

Do you? You're pretty sure you do but... With everything going on, you didn't know what to do or what to tell him. Truth be told, you didn't know why you were meeting him either. Everything he'd needed to tell you he'd sent to you through text, and if anything, that is as complete as it will ever get. So, why then? Why would both of you go through the trouble of meeting up?

"I think I do."

"Then what's stopping you? Go to him, get back together, happy couple! I know you can be a stubborn little shit sometimes so just suck it up and go suck him!" Yeseul added the small joke at the end, but all it did was pull an eye roll from you.

"Em," your voice had a warning tone.

"I'm just kidding with you, (Y/N), but seriously. What's stopping you? Or should I say, who's stopping you?" She asks. You leaned against the door.

"I don't really know..."

"Look, (Y/N), I'm not deaf, I hear the guys talk, but you know, they're men, they think differently than us girls do. Of course, they're going to tell you not to go to him, they're going to tell you to stay single, but (Y/N), don't forget, one of them literally had or has a huge gaga crush on you."

"I'm like half sure he still does."

"Yeah, me and Jae think so too, poor guy." Yeseul parks at the base of the outlook. "Seriously, (Y/N), you need to do what you want. And it sounds like you want to get back together with him, right? Fuck whatever anyone else thinks, you're your own person!" She argues. "Quit being stubborn and go!"

"I was supposed to meet him today..."

"Shit, I'll drive you over."

"But I have to deal with them first," you nudged your head toward the entrance of the outlook spot. Yeseul sighs.

"You know what I think, (Y/N)?" Yeseul leans her shoulder against her seat and turns to you, "I think you're confused."

"Huh?!"

"I don't think you know what you want," she sighs. "And hey, that's fine. I'm the one to talk, you know I've dated around way too much and fucked around more. But, in my opinion, and I'm sure you're thinking differently, I think you either need to stay single for a bit longer to really mull over what you want, or you need to date someone else."

"But isn't that bad?"

"How so?"

"What if I really do want to get back together with Hwa, and to prove that I just use someone else? That doesn't seem fair."

"But, then again, how will you know otherwise?" Yeseul shrugs. "I thought my first boyfriend was the one for me all throughout high school, he went to all my games, bought me food after, all that jazz, you know?"

"What happened?"

"I broke up with him! That's all he ever did, just stuff for me and never stuff for him, you know? I like a devoted man, I do, but, shit, do stuff for yourself too, damn," Yeseul adds with a light tone, pulling a small chuckle from you. "But, it had to be done. You know, he's married now, he found his forever person who helps him be his own person and all... All I'm saying, (Y/N), is that maybe you need to take time to find out if that's what you want too. But, if you're deadset on the heartthrob of fourth gen, be my guest!" She smiles at the end, instantly alleviating the tension while she squeezes your shoulder. "We can be heartthrob harlots together," she lightly punches your shoulder.

"Heartthrob what?" You laughed.

"Heartthrob harlots! You could hypothetically get back together with Seonghwa and I am literally dating Jung Jaehyun, we're sisters in solidarity," she pulls the mood back up.

"Oh my god, sure, yeah, we'll be heartthrob harlots," you laughed with her and, finally, when you both calmed down, you spoke again. "Let's meet these guys now, get it over with, this has been stressing me out too much," you left the car first. Immediately, you spotted Crystal, she waved her hand in a wide arc so you could see her, as soon as she saw Yeseul behind you, she waved her hand faster.

"Oh, now I remember her! She gave me a pair of earrings for my birthday!" Yeseul snaps her fingers. You both approach them together. The group was sitting at a picnic bench near the edge of the outlook. Everyone was there, everyone except for Juliet. Thank god, you didn't want to deal with her right now.

"Hey, everyone!" You greeted them first. "Where's Carson?"

"He and Dan when to go get the food from Dan's car," Rebecca answers.

"Em, this is Rebecca," you introduced the two.

"Oh! Hey, I've seen you around," Yeseul's eyes light up. "You're working with Onew-sunbae, right?"

"Right! I'm interning at the company right now," she says.

"Huh? And you didn't tell me?" You almost looked hurt. "What are you doing?"

"Hoping to get some experience in the styling department," Rebecca says. "I applied for NCT, I wanted to surprise you, but some jackass got it first since I guess they prioritize actual employees over interns," she explains. Before you could ask her more, someone else speaks up.

"(Y/N)! Long time no see," Carson waves. He places two large bags on the table and rolls his shoulders. "Are you okay?" He asks. You blinked once. Right into it, huh?

"I should be asking you that, you found out your girlfriend's crazy."

"Ex," he corrects you. "I don't want to think about it, I always knew that she had this weird obsession with K-Pop groups, but I never knew that it was on that level," he groans. "At least I know what those insane charges on my card are..."

"What did you think they were, Carson?" Crystal frowns.

"I thought she bought herself a nice purse or something, turns out she bought plane tickets," he rolls his eyes.

"Hey, now, let's talk about this later," Daniel takes a seat next to Carson and places a large basket on top. "Let's eat first."

"Ah, I see, trying to play at my nostalgia?" You and Yeseul sat next to Crystal.

"Back at University, we used to meet here at least once a week to try Danny's new culinary creations," Crystal explains to Yeseul.

"Speaking of, did you ever get into culinary school?" You asked him. He nods.

"Yeah, actually, I'm in my fourth year now," he answers bashfully.

"Fourth year, dang, we really haven't caught up in so long," you answer. He pulls out a few containers, the inside of the glass fogged over and the container was still warm.

"I finished these just in time," he mumbles, passing around plates. "Hey, Em, the container with a green lid has seafood in it," he places it far from her.

"You remembered my seafood allergy? I'm impressed," she laughs. "Even (Y/N) forgets about it."

"It just slips my mind!" You defend. "But I always remember at the last minute!"

"It's fine, I'm just teasing. The company forgets all the time too," Yeseul sighs. "I've filmed so much content on an empty stomach," she sighs.

"Now we can't have that," Crystal starts placing food on Yeseul's plate. "Eat up! Dan's cooking is worth the wait, I was so excited when he said he's cooking, good god, I can only handle Carson's sunny-side-ups for so long..."

"Hey! I'm a good cook too!" Carson clutches his heart.

"You two moved back in with each other?" You asked while you filled your plate. The two were roommates back in uni, but after Carson and Juliet got together they moved apart.

"Yeah, Juliet threw me out, which is weird, but I get it?" Carson sighs. "Really wish I could've said 'and stay out!' but it was her apartment," he groans.

"Hey now, enough of that. We're here to reconnect with our darling (Y/N)," Rebecca cuts in.

"But... Let me apologize first," you cleared your throat. "I'm so sorry, I blamed all of you for what's going on, and it was totally uncalled for. Literally none of us could've known that Juliet was a psycho stalker, you know?"

"Maybe Carson," Crystal deadpans.

"Hey, later," Daniel stops the fight before it begins. "You're justified in thinking that though, (Y/N). It all started happening after we met up, just scandal after scandal, you're allowed to be mad. In fact, I want to apologize to you."

"Yeah, shit, me too, (Y/N)," Carson adds in. "Dude, if I was in your position, and you were me, where you would be dating Juliet, and-"

"I get, Carson."

"I'm just saying, I would've reacted the same way," Carson says. "So, from me, I'm sorry," he apologizes sincerely.

"And I'm sorry too, (Y/N), what started out as what I was hoping to be a light hearted Tiktok got blown way out of proportion," he shakes his head. "I should've read the room better," he adds.

"Hey, hey, hey, come on! The food's getting cold!" Rebecca speaks up once the silence became unbearable. "And we have a dear guest with us," she motions Yeseul. "Have your crying session later," she jokes.

"All good?" You ask and hold your hands out.

"All good," Carson nods, taking one and shaking it firmly. You nudge your free hand towards Daniel. He takes it and gently squeezes it.

"All good."

"Good, good, let's eat!" Crystal smiles and wraps her arms around you. "Food always makes people feel better! And this time there's no one horrifically toxic to bring us down!" Crystal reaches under the table and pulls out a small cooler. "I brought booze!"

"Crystal. We all drove ourselves," Carson shakes his head.

"I lied, I didn't bring booze," she places the cooler back on the ground. A small chuckle left your mouth and, of course, she has barely changed.

"(Y/N) can technically drink, I drove her," Yeseul leans against the table.

"Ooooh, I have peach soju~" Crystal sings, leaning her head on her shoulder. "And we have a Carson to hold your hair back again."

"Oh my god, I don't want to remember that," you looked up, your face hot with embarrassment.

"Hard to believe (Y/N) used to be such a lightweight, she's kind of an alcoholic now," Yeseul joins in.

"I'm not!"

"According to Yangyang you can really drink, you're always the last to get tipsy and if you're first it's because you started drinking before him," Yeseul exposes.

"Ooh, oh! Yes! Tell us some workroom tea, (Y/N)! We want it piping hot!" Crystal was practically hopping in her seat before Carson stood up and shoved a sandwich in Crystal's mouth.

"Let the girl get a bite before you grill her, Crys." Crystal answers despite the sandwich in her mouth and the group fell into the old dynamic they had before. It was like old times and you didn't know what you were so worried about in the first place. These were your first friends, of course you'd get along with them so well.

"Damn, you guys are right, this is delicious!" Yeseul says as she grabs seconds.

"There's plenty to go around, eat as much as you'd like," Daniel smiles.

"Shit, I'd take a whole container home if I could," Yeseul grins.

"This is one of the main things I miss the most, you know," you said with a joking tone.

"I can still cook for you as friends," Daniel hands Carson a tissue. "I always cook for these two," he juts his thumb toward Carson and Crystal.

"Yeah, without Dan we'd be eating takeout every day," Carson admits.

"And Carson's shitty eggs."

"Hey!" Crystal reaches over, hands open, ready, and locked onto his neck, before Rebecca pushes her back down.

"You shouldn't have given her cake," Rebecca laughs.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Daniel taps your hand. "I have something for you," he reaches into his satchel and hands you a small box. "You left it at my place years ago, and I didn't have the chance to give it back until now," he says. You opened it and laughed quietly, the commotion next to you being enough to hide it.

"You could've just thrown it away, you know," you held up the promise ring you'd given him years ago. It was old with wear, tarnished in some places and dirtied in others.

"I tried to clean it up, but it started chipping, so I just stopped before it got worse," he sighed.

"Thanks," I'll put it next to mine," you shrugged.

"You kept yours too?"

"Dan, they were like $100 together, of course I kept mine," your lips pressed in a thin line and he laughed.

"Of course you did," he squeezed your hand again. "Here's to being friends again, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'd like that if it means I get more food," you smiled.

"(Y/N)?" Another voice is what grabs your attention. Everyone stopped talking and you turned over. Your eyebrows furrowed and Daniel quickly withdrew his hand.

"Kyungjae?" Both you and Rebecca spoke up.

"Oh, hello, Rebecca," Kyungjae waves. She turns her head away from him, but her gaze lingers. You're smart enough to put two and two together, Kyungjae must have been the one who got the NCT stylist position. "I was just going for a walk and I noticed you over here so I figured I'd say hi," he says. He now notices Daniel, and for a split second you could've sworn you saw a bit of animosity. Daniel shifted uncomfortably and averted his gaze.

"Well, hello then," you waved. Kyungjae rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. It was now you realized he and Daniel had the same coat. "What a coincidence, that coat popular?" You asked, looking between the two. Daniel looks down and then back up again.

"I guess so!" Daniel tries to fix the awkwardness with you. But he didn't miss the way you rose your phone slightly, enough to look natural, but high enough to snap a picture.

"Well, I'll be on my way now," Kyungjae bows his head slightly. "I'll see you at work tomorrow!" He waves and is off.

"Awkward much?" Crystal mutters. Carson kicks her shin and she winces.

"Jackass..." Rebecca mumbles. "He's a total weirdo," she continues. "He literally turned down a job for HYBE for SM. Look, I love the company, which I'm obligated to say, but pay wise and benefits wise, he should've stuck with HYBE," Rebecca rambles.

"That the jackass you're talking about?" Yeseul asks.

"Yup. I was just about to hand in my group request when he cut in front of me and handed his in first, total jackass," Rebecca groans.

"Huh..." You waited for Kyungjae to walk off before pulling your phone out. "Hey, I'll be right back."

"Don't go too far!" Yeseul says.

"I'm just going over there," you pointed at the edge of the outlook and opened a certain groupchat.

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Daniel in Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy is like, so cute I can’t stand it lmaooooo. The boy is literally the perfect little omega angel housewife and John totally knows it waaaay before Daniel does. I bet John was counting down the days until the kid was 18—they met when he was 17, right? One look at those big brown eyes and those rabbit teeth and that too-pretty face and John knew the Boy Was Made To Be Bred. His Alpha was probably screaming like Take Him Now but there are laws and stuff so gotta wait for that legal boypussy lmao. But of course he can get the sweet kid to like him in the meantime…You gotta write that first meeting pleaseeee this universe is too good to be left alone and clueless, cute, confused little omega Daniel is so precious. 

Anyway NGL I love precious baby boy Daniel being torn between wanting a job and his home and pups and John. Love that John had to push into hot as fuck dubcon territory while still being so tender and passionate to show Daniel physically what he really was built for and how well he suits being this doted upon breedable little omega. Like Daniel comes off as really secretly loving John taking charge and dominating him and fucking him good whenever he wants to (and Daniel wants it too so they both win!). It’s just the constant pregnancies and being over fertile get bb boy down :(( 

I wonder if John Has A Thing for seeing him pregnant like I did that to you, I gave it to you so good that I got you with pup. I keep picturing him a loving Daniel barefoot and pregnant and pretty much the model house omega taken care of his Alpha. 

I like the implication that their society promotes the Innocent, Naive and Sweet Omega type, but also encourages them to spread those slender legs and get their pussies wet for their Alphas and be ready to serve their mates and get knocked up frequently to be the “model Alpha/Omega dream.”

Maybe Daniel can work one day a week outside of his home? Maybe the Cobra Alphas or his Ma or even Terry (LOL) can pop on over and babysit the pups while John’s at work. Or does John want a piping hot dinner and his pretty omega barefoot in an apron waiting for him after a long day doing a man’s work lol? He seems like the type 😈 Anyway, for (all) their sakes I hope John has a damn good job, because I’m sure sweet Daniel is going to be the very model of Conservative Omega Housewife with his 10 pups haha. It’s definitely gonna do wonders for John’s quiet pride though. Heh. 

Yes, they met when Daniel was 17. I was imagining an au sort of semi- parallel to canon so Cobra Kai still exists but it's not so cartoonishly over the top. (I say with love)

So he does walk into Cobra Kai one day and gives Johnny That Look and Johnny gives him the Jerk Smirk, and then, oops. He presents. But to everyone's surprise it's not to the boys his own age.

I can't guarantee anything, but these two have been plaguing my mind lately.

And I really do miss writing for more ships but with the time constraints and the lesser number of spoons I have I've gotta go where the bunnies take me.

I have a few requests for these two but I may work that in, because you asked so nicely. I honestly hadn't thought about it as I was writing the original.

Sometimes when I write it's planned out, but usually if something gets finished it's because I just vibed with it while free writing.

Daniel, like many people his age doesn't quite know what he wants. He wants it all, but he has to make a choice. So in that way he is lucky that he has John to force his hand because the inside of his head is a messy, stressful place. But John makes it simple.

Is it the healthiest? Lol. No.

And that is something that would be interesting to address, but I left out for the sake of fun kink. The toll the constant pregnancies take on Daniel. As much as he loves his kids that's still a lot to put a body through. Even for omegas, who take to it naturally. That's why most people don't have litters the size of Daniel and John's.

John is definitely extra sweet to Daniel while he's pregnant. You mentioned the barefoot in the kitchen tripe. John definitely gives Daniel lots of foot rubs. Especially in the last trimester. And yes he does get off on it. He's intensely proud of both himself and his omega.

And the but about how omegas are supposed to be both innocent and subservient, and also Hot For It at all times is basically just a reflection of how people irl always feel the need to judge a woman's sex life. ( Or lack thereof)

An A/B/O fantasy scenario is a sort of safe place where we can tackle those very serious issues that affect us every day, while still having fun with it. Or at least, that's my take. I know a lot of women who would never want to actually live the subservient wife role, but get hot for it in sexual situations.

I honestly, don't see Daniel working in this au. At least not until his kids are grown a bit. It's a lot of work taking care of kids, and even a very part time job is adding onto the stress of the situation. Poor boy is tired.

I think the Cobras are the most often people who help around the house because they feel a certain gratitude and respect for John. Not all of them show up though I less Daniel and John actually get alone time. But they still help out because even with two babies strapped to him that means there's still three to chase after.

(I forget which kid they were on. Four? Regardless, it's gonna be five after that story)

I think also some of the cobras may have had crushes on Daniel before he was mated to John. And this gives them a way to sort of live vicariously, still being around Daniel and his pups.

Thank you for the lovely ask. (I'm getting to all the rest, I swear lol)