#“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."

[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

[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)

[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.

[zappedbyzabka]

Mafia AU: Sid tells Johnny to dress nice. He's sweating bullets and says that some big financiers are coming over. Johnny isn't stupid and Sid isn't subtle, muttering about his kneecaps and having his fingers chopped off while he yanks Johnny's tie closed.

Johnny's heart drops when he sees that it's the little squirt who kicked his ass with surprising speed over Ali's radio. He's with his mother, an effusive Italian woman, and his stepfather, a reserved and elderly Japanese man. They both beam with love and pride when they have their arms around him. Johnny wishes he had that, but Sid barely acknowledges him and Laura flutters her hands nervously.

So the shrimp has a Cosa Nostra mother and a Yakuza stepfather, both of who love him. Johnny has a stepfather who owes them money.

Miyagi says, pointedly, that Sid's house is very grand, that he seems prosperous. Mrs. LaRusso-Miyagi asks if the boys know each other.

Johnny looks at Daniel, who says sunnily that they met on the beach. Johnny's jaw still hurts, and he can remember the feeling of the sand scraping his face when he went down, the hushed awe of the Cobras. His face burns with humiliation all over again.

Laura says blandly that it's nice they're friends. Daniel and his mom both look puzzled. Johnny never told her he'd gotten his ass kicked by some strange kid. He doesn't tell her stuff like that anymore. His face burns even redder. He can see the woman's expression collapse into pity, but LaRusso just looks contemplative. Like he's figuring out how to ruin Johnny's life at school or something.

Dinner is Sid talking fast and loud about profit margins and Daniel staring at Johnny like a fucking weirdo. Laura and Johnny pick at their food. Every so often, Daniel or his mom will lean over to whisper into Miyagi's ear. Sid tells Johnny to take Daniel up to his room and "play videogames or whatever" after dessert.

Johnny leads Daniel to his room and sits on his bed awkwardly. Daniel actually sits beside him and asks him how his jaw is feeling, where he'd struck the final blow that dumped Johnny onto the sand. Johnny thinks about how Daniel could probably have him killed, and says that it's not the worst he's ever gotten. Daniel just nods, then asks him if he gets along with Sid. Johnny takes the chance to unload, then asks him how he gets along with Miyagi.

Daniel explains that his mom got pregnant and the guy ran off suddenly, and Miyagi stepped up and married her rather than having her family send her somewhere. Miyagi's the only father he's ever known, and he's utterly devoted to Daniel and Lucille.

When Sid calls Johnny downstairs and tells him that he's going with Miyagi, Johnny doesn't even fight it. Daniel could kick his ass. Miyagi could have him killed. Could have his mom killed. Why fight it? What does he have to gain?

It's not until Miyagi starts talking to Daniel about "your new pet-boy" in the car that Johnny really understands what's going on.

His first thought is that the Cobras can't find out, no matter what.

🫠🫠🫠 Daniel knew Johnny was going to be his the night they met—obsessed the moment he saw Johnny’s blue eyes all wide in shock after Daniel hit him—after Daniel put him in his place. He wanted to wipe the blood off Johnny’s nose and tell him he’s sorry that he had to hit his pretty face, but Johnny apparently hadn’t learned his lesson because he hit Daniel again and drove off with his boyfriends, or whoever they were—they’re irrelevant to Daniel. He went home that night and gave his dad all the info he knew about the boy on the beach so they could plan how to make him Daniel’s.

He got more of an idea of what Johnny needs when they talked in his bedroom; he looked so defeated as he talked about all the terrible things Sid would say to him on a daily basis and how it feels like his mom doesn’t care about him anymore since she doesn’t do anything about how Sid treats him besides sometimes half-heartedly asking him to be nicer. He was all hunched in on himself and refusing to make eye contact as he confessed all of it, and it broke Daniel's heart; his boy just needs /love/, needs to be praised and fucked until his mind is blank and all those awful things he thinks about himself are gone, not disciplined like Daniel thought at first. Oh, and Daniel’s definitely going to have Sid killed.

He pulls Johnny close when he starts quietly sobbing in the car and soothingly cards his fingers through Johnny’s golden hair, only pulling away to gently cup Johnny’s face in his hands and kiss away his tears, not stopping until Johnny relaxes against him, and Daniel luckily only receives a short warning from Lucille that he needs to control himself until he's at least in his own room.

"Don’t cry, honey, we’re not going to hurt you. I won’t let you ever be hurt again," he tells Johnny sincerely, smiling warmly—then his expression turns dark. "I’ll kill anyone who lays a finger on you with my bare hands if I have to."

Johnny looks back down at Daniel's lips like he wants to be kissed again.

[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

[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.

[chisfics]

beach party

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

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

[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?)

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

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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PLANET GIRL | part 1

SUMMARY. When Jaehyun turned twenty-one, he started to hear his soulmate’s voice singing an unfamiliar song in his head. He should be happy, right? Wrong. There are two things wrong with this:

He’s taken. He’s off the market. He’s in a 3-year relationship and,

The voice singing in his head is not his girlfriend’s voice.

Now what?

GENRE. soulmate!au | cinderella!au | cupid!reader | college!au | fluff | angst

WORD COUNT. 6k+ words

author’s note. after much consideration, i decided to post this fic in three parts so that it’s not as hectic! you know me, i love adding ✨drama ✨ now, before you come at me for posting this and not a made to fall in love update, this first part of this fic has been done since mid-september. i’d rather release it than let it collect dust in my drafts. so yes, here she is. happy reading!

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PART ONE. cupid | PART TWO. jupiter | 2.5 intermission | PART THREE. PLANET GIRL

“Mark, get your ass over here before I do it myself!”

“Holy shit, what’s the rush?”

“Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day.”

“And what about it?”

It’s that time of the year again; Valentine’s Day. It’s the day where people fall in love or get their hearts broken. But to you, it’s the day where you’re designated to a new target. To put it simply, you’re Cupid. You are part of a family of Cupid’s. However, you hate being called Cupid, you moreso see yourself as a matchmaker. 

Every Valentine’s Day, you’re designated to a new target. As a matchmaker, it is your responsibility to make your target fall in love within one year. If you fail to complete your mission, you will be stripped of your abilities of matchmaking. 

Last year, your target was Johnny. Johnny was an easy target to work with, for he fell in love with the local cafe barista within three months. The two of them are happily dating now and it’s almost as if they’re still in their honeymoon phase. 

Two years ago, your target was your roommate Mark. It took a while for him to fall in love. He was quite difficult to work with because he was so focused on his studies that he barely batted an eyelash at a human of the opposite sex. But you still managed to do it and all it took was to introduce him to Mina, the studious chemistry student who’s been crushing on him since freshman year. 

But this year, you’re not quite sure who to expect. 

“Are you getting your new assignment tomorrow?” Mark finally enters your room after what seems like forever, falling against your bed. He lands and lets out a soft ‘oof!’. You turn away from your desktop to face him. 

“Of course,” you reply with a quirk of an eyebrow. “What kind of question is that? Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, the day of love and the day of heartbreak.”

“Are you excited?”

“Not the slightest bit.” You let out a tiring sigh.

“Why not?” He frowns.

“Because I have to stress over someone else’s love life for another damn year.” You shrug your shoulders as you explain. “I already have other things to stress out over.”

“You’re always granted a year per love assignment. A year is enough to make someone fall in love, right?”

You laugh. “A year per love assignment? I wish a year was enough. A year goes by with a blink of an eye. Before you know it, it’s Valentine’s Day again.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself. Why don’t you just skip out on the matchmaking just for this year?” He suggests and you shake your head.

“I can’t.” You purse your lips into a tight line. 

He lets out a snort. “I’m sure it’s possible—”

“It’s impossible.”

There are many great things about being a Cupid; you help people fall in love with each other and the outcome is always beautiful. But there are also many downfalls about being a Cupid, one of them being cursed to never fall in love. You’ve always craved the feeling of being loved by someone. As much as you hate to admit it, you’re needy for love. But the closest you’ll ever feel to being in love is witnessing the love being shared by two people, specifically between your love assignment and their soulmate.

You wonder how it feels to have someone care for you. You wonder how it feels to be sought after. You wonder how it feels to hug someone and hold their hand. But you guess you’ll never know because you’ll never experience it.

“God, I want to throw up.”

Johnny lets out a snort as the both of you pass by the seasonal section of the department store. There’s a plethora of Valentine’s Day chocolates on the shelves, along with teddy bears and heart plushies. Seeing the bright, flashing red on the days leading up to Valentine’s Day is surely a sore to the eye. 

“I know, it makes me want to poke my eyes out.” Johnny sighs.

“And what are we here for again?” You ask Johnny as you follow him to the baked goods section of the department store. Your question seems to be answered when you find yourselves standing in front of a shelf filled with ready-made birthday cakes. You quirk an eyebrow. “Who’s birthday is it? It’s definitely not Mark’s birthday, don’t even try to trick me.”

“It’s Jaehyun’s birthday tomorrow, I figured it would be sweet of me to get him a birthday cake.” He shrugs his shoulders as he points between two cakes on the shelves. “This one or this one?”

You point at the plain birthday cake on the left. “This one. You know what would be really funny? If you printed his face on the cake.”

Johnny looks at you and squints his eyes. “You're a genius.”

You have no idea who Jaehyun is. You don’t even know what he looks like. You’ve only heard of him through Johnny. The both of them host the university’s famous evening radio show, Night Night with JohnJae. You’re a listener of their show, mainly because you are supportive of your best friend Johnny. You’re sure Jaehyun is a great guy, especially since Johnny and Jaehyun share good chemistry with each other. You’ll probably get along with him well if you met him. But that encounter has yet to happen. 

As Johnny hands the cake over to the bakery chef to print Jaehyun’s face on it, he turns towards you. “And now we wait.”

“What time do you have to be at the studio?” You question.

He looks down at his watch. “I’ll make it on time. By the way, Mark has been making great song requests by this SoundCloud artist. From what he tells me, the artist is a student from our university.”

You quirk an eyebrow, gulping nervously. “Who’s this SoundCloud artist?”

“Planet Girl.” Johnny pulls out his phone and opens up the music app before handing it over for you to see. You stare at the artist’s profile. “Do you know her?”

You shake your head in reply. “Unfortunately, I don’t.”

“Damn,” Johnny lets out a sigh. “I was hoping you did. Jaehyun and I want her to be a guest on the show, it could probably help her get more attention in the industry.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” you purse your lips into a tight line. “I only know so many people in my program. I have a very small, closely knitted group of friends. They are the only people I’ve known since I stepped on campus in freshman year.”

“I was hoping you’ve heard of her, at least.” He chuckles. “But damn, her music is so good. I can’t wait until her mixtape drops. I’m sure it’ll be such a banger.”

“I should probably check her out.” 

“You should!” Johnny exclaims. “I wonder who she is.”

You fiddle with your fingers. You stare at Johnny who’s scrolling through the SoundCloud artist’s profile, adding a couple of the artist’s songs to his playlists. You blink and with a slight tilt of your head, you clear your throat. “Yeah, me too—”

“I have an order for Johnny!”

11:51 pm.

“Right before we sign off for the night, do you have anything to say to our listeners?”

Johnny has a shit-eating grin spread across his lips. He comes back into the studio with a birthday cake. It’s not just your typical birthday cake. It’s a birthday cake with Jaehyun’s face on it and it’s blown out in an odd proportion. The candles aren’t birthday candles either, in fact, they’re heart-shaped candles, perfect for Valentine’s Day. Jaehyun lets out a sigh. What is he going to do with Johnny?

“I just wanted to greet our handsome radio host slash Valentine boy, Jaehyun, a happy birthday! We have—” Johnny glances down at his wristwatch before continuing. “—nine more minutes before it’s officially Jaehyun’s birthday and Valentine’s Day. And what’s better than celebrating it with a birthday cake?”

“Is that my face?” 

“Who else would it be, doofus?” Johnny scoffs, pulling out a lighter to light the candles. Jaehyun lets out a snort as Johnny starts to sing him a happy birthday. After the happy birthday song, Johnny frowns and sends him a death glare. “Why aren’t you getting emotional? I did all of this to get that reaction?”

Jaehyun gives him a look. “And so as we sign off for the night, I just wanted to thank Johnny for his efforts in kicking off my birthday on a high note. I also want to greet everyone with a Happy Valentine’s Day. Whether you are happily dating someone or admiring someone from afar, just know that you are all in our hearts.”

“Stop being greasy.” Johnny winces. “Anyways, we’re going to sign off for the night with a song request from Mark Lee! Goodnight and see you tomorrow, here is Loose by Daniel Caesar.”

They turn their microphones off and Johnny pushes the birthday cake towards him. “Quick! Make a wish before the candles go out.”

Jaehyun clasps his hands together and makes a wish. With a satisfied grin, his eyes flutter open and he blows out the candles. Johnny’s taking a video of him blowing out the candles before dipping his finger into the icing. Jaehyun gives him a warning look but it’s too late because Johnny smears the icing on his cheek.

“You little shit—” 

“It’s midnight! Happy birthday, Jaehyun!”

12:01 am. 

It all happens quickly. Johnny’s dipping his fingers into the icing to smear more of it on Jaehyun’s cheeks. Jaehyun hears a slight ringing in his ears and his eyebrows knit together. Johnny doesn’t seem to notice how uncomfortable Jaehyun feels until he’s about to smear his cheeks with icing. 

“Jaehyun, are you alright?” Johnny asks him with a concerned look.

The ringing in his ears halts to a stop. He remembers this. He remembers his father telling him that he experienced a distinct ringing in his ears before he started to hear his mother’s voice humming in his head. Jaehyun blinks. The ringing in his ears causes him to see different specks of colours, red, blue, and even green. He feels like his head is spinning. He feels like he’s going to pass out. But it only happens for a brief moment.

Suddenly, he hears a soft voice humming a melody in his head. In an instant, the soft humming in his head stops him from seeing colours and he no longer feels faint. He’s too absorbed in his thoughts to snap back to reality. Johnny is waving his hand in his face to pull him out of his trance. Jaehyun sucks in a deep breath, almost like he’s gasping for air. The soft humming in his head slowly turns into a voice that’s singing an unfamiliar song. He’s never heard this song before.

Johnny sighs with relief when Jaehyun snaps out of his deep trance. Jaehyun looks at Johnny with slightly widened eyes. 

“Johnny, I think we have a problem.”

Johnny snorts. “What are you talking about? You’re probably just tired. We should head back to the dorms before you knock out cold in the studio again.”

Jaehyun runs his fingers through his hair. “R-Right. We should probably go.”

Johnny rests his hand on his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s—everything’s alright.” Jaehyun stutters.

No, nothing’s alright. Nothing’s okay. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out to see a new text notification from his girlfriend. 

ara (12:03 am): happy birthday my love! and happy valentine’s day! i love you 3000.

Jaehyun just turned twenty-one. Not only that, but he just started to hear his soulmate’s voice in his head. He should be happy, right? Wrong. There are two things wrong with this:

He’s taken. He’s off the market. He’s in a 3-year relationship and,

The voice singing in his head is not his girlfriend’s voice.

Well, shit. Now what?

It’s the day you dread with your entire existence; Valentine’s Day. The campus couples flock to the local cafes and parks, the dormitories and even the campus football field. It truly makes you want to throw up. If you could take a shot of vodka for every time you’ve witnessed a couple kissing or giving each other their Valentine’s Day chocolates, you’d be shitfaced drunk by now. 

The only person keeping you sane is Mark. But even with Mark’s presence, he’s too absorbed by the presence of his own girlfriend, Mina. You guess this will do. It’s not like you really have a choice.

Today, you’re going to get your new love assignment. You’re not sure who to expect. Every year, it’s become less surprising and more disappointing. You guess it has to do with your aching desire for love, but you’re not going to dive deep into that. 

You’ll know who your love assignment is when you meet their eyes. When you meet your love assignment’s eyes, you won’t see yourself reflected through their eyes, but their soulmate, their partner you’re supposed to link them to. The moment you witness it, your year to make them fall in love begins. 

Be careful though, time is ticking.

“Can you guys stop talking to each other in baby voices?” You snap at the couple sitting next to you on the picnic blanket. 

The couple had decided to bring you along on their picnic date, just because they figured that you needed to ‘spice’ your life up a bit. You feel like a huge burden to them because whenever you’re with them, all you do is complain about all the things they do as a couple. Could you really blame yourself at this point? 

“Y/N, if only you had a boyfriend, you would know how it feels.” Mina sticks her tongue out at you and you feel your eye twitch. 

Mark lets out a nervous laugh. “Y/N is an independent woman who doesn’t need a man—”

“Yeah, your boyfriend’s right.” You cut him off, looking at Mina dead straight in the eyes. “Got a problem with that?”

“Stop giving me attitude—”

“And stop acting like I didn’t help you and Mark get together.” You snap.

She smiles and laughs sheepishly. As she gets up onto her two feet, she dusts off her straight-cut jeans before pointing towards the local cafe. “Do you guys want anything? My treat.”

“I’ll have the usual,” Mark replies. “Take my card—”

“Babe, no—”

“I’m not letting you pay for our drinks again—”

You let out a scowl, placing some cash into Mina’s hand. “Here. I’ll pay. I’m this close to ripping my hair off my scalp and it’s because of you two.”

“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?” Mina frowns. “You’ve been petty all day.”

“Get me a double shot on ice,” you mutter. “No sugar or cream. Got it?”

“You’re just like how you like your coffee,” Mina folds her arms. “Bitter.”

As Mina is walking away from you and Mark, you fall back against the picnic blanket. The clouds come by in funny shapes today. You spot a tiny, heart-shaped cloud floating past in the blue skies. You snort, love seems to be everywhere today, even in the skies. Your eyes flutter shut. You’re so close to dozing off into a quick nap until you hear a loud yell from a couple of metres away. It’s too late for you to open your eyes and see who’s yelling because the moment you do, there’s a soccer ball flying in the air. The size of the soccer ball grows when you start to realize that it’s literally going to land right on your face—

“Nice save, dude.” Mark says as he looks at you with amusement. Just in time and with your fast instincts, you managed to cover your face with the palms of your hands to catch the ball. 

Mark’s pulling you up into a seated position. As you sit up, you see someone approaching you from the corner of your eye. 

“I’m so sorry about that!” A soft voice exclaims and you turn to your right. You look up at a woman around your age. She has long black hair and a soft face. She looks warmhearted. Her vibe radiates happiness and happy-go-lucky, welcoming and sociable. Everything you’re not. She’s sporting a soccer jersey and a pair of athletic joggers. “Are you alright? I hope you didn’t get hurt or anything.”

You wave it off. “I’m A-okay. There’s nothing to worry about. Here’s your soccer ball.”

She slightly bends down to retrieve her ball. Her long black hair blocks your eyesight for a brief moment until the wind blows it away. Your eyes meet hers and a soft gasp threatens to escape your lips. 

You’ll know who your love assignment is when you meet their eyes. Her eyes are a nice warm brown, shining underneath the sunlight. You swear you could see stars in her eyes. No, scratch that, you can see galaxies and stars in her eyes.

When you meet your love assignment’s eyes, you won’t see yourself reflected through their eyes, but their soulmate. And indeed, you look at her with slight surprise and shock when you don’t see your own reflection through her eyes. Instead, you see what seems to be a soccer player. The more you look into her eyes, the more information you obtain about her soulmate. He slowly turns around and it reveals his name on the back of his soccer jersey—

“Yuta?” You whisper.

The woman’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. She takes her ball and straightens up her posture. “Thanks again. What’s your name? I feel like I’ve seen you before.”

You snap out of it. “Y/N! My name’s Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

She smiles and her eyes form into beautiful crescents. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Ara. I should probably get going before I run late for lecture. See you around?”

You nod your head vigorously. “Yeah, I’ll see you around. Nice to meet you too, take care.”

You find yourself staring at her as she walks away. Mark looks at you as you seem to fall into a deep trance. He follows your gaze that falls on Ara. “Hey, is everything alright?”

You tear your gaze away from her to look at Mark. “What’s her name again?”

Mark looks at you with a funny smile. “You forgot her name already? Her name’s Ara.”

“Mark,” you gulp nervously. “She’s my love assignment for this year.”

Mark’s face pales. His funny smile vanishes from his face. He looks like he’s seen a ghost. You can’t seem to comprehend the expression on his face but you know that something’s not good. There’s an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach as Mark’s mouth hangs open.

“You’re joking, right?” Mark frowns. “How could Ara be your love assignment? That’s—That’s impossible, I—”

You shake your head. “I’m not joking. I didn’t see myself reflected through her eyes, I saw Yuta—”

“You saw Jaehyun.” Mark cuts you off. “Right? Jaehyun. You saw Jaehyun, right?”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Why would I see Jaehyun? I didn’t see Jaehyun. I saw Yuta, the university’s soccer team player. He was wearing a jersey and he turned around. I saw his name printed on his jersey. Nakamoto Yuta—”

“Please tell me you’re kidding.” Mark winces.

“I’m not kidding!” You exclaim in a panicked voice. “Why would I be kidding?”

Mark palms his forehead and lets out a laugh of disbelief. He shakes his head. You stare at him questioningly. What’s happening? What’s going on? 

“Mark, you’re confusing me.” You say with worry etched on your face. “I am telling you the truth. I saw Nakamoto Yuta reflected in her eyes—”

“Ara is Jaehyun’s girlfriend. They’ve been dating for three years. Now you’re telling me that Ara’s your love assignment and you don’t see Jaehyun reflected in her eyes… but Yuta?”

“Holy shit.”

“I’m back with our drinks! Wait, what’s wrong? Why are you guys looking at each other like that?”

The image of Yuta’s reflection in Ara’s eyes never seems to leave your mind. In fact, it has been the only thing haunting you ever since. The revelation leaves you in nothing but a spiralling mess. You are required to make Ara fall in love with her soulmate, who so happens to be Yuta. But at the same exact time, to complete your mission, you must do something to end Ara’s relationship with Jaehyun.

You wish it was a joke.

It all comes down to whether you have the heart to lead Ara to her destined soulmate and end her relationship with Jaehyun or leave things for her to figure out but lose your matchmaking abilities as a Cupid.

The sticky situation makes you want to pull your hair off your scalp. It makes you want to look up to the heavens and yell at your ancestors for being Cupids, for passing down their matchmaking abilities to every generation after them, and for passing down the curse of never falling in love. 

“Stop thinking about it too much, it’s making you age faster.” 

You glare at Mark. “I don’t even know Jaehyun personally but I’m sure he’s a great guy who deserves everything in the entire universe, not some soccer player and a so-called Cupid to ruin his three-year relationship with Ara.”

“What happens if you don’t make Ara fall in love with her soulmate within a year—oh, Johnny, hey!”

Your mouth clamps shut and your head whips around. Johnny occupies the empty seat next to you and greets you with a light nudge. He nods his head at Mark. “What happens if what?”

Mark gulps nervously. He lets out a squeak. “Nothing!”

Mark makes eye contact with you and you give him a warning gaze. Johnny shrugs his shoulders and brushes off the conversation by starting a new one. “Tonight at six. Jaehyun’s apartment. We’re going to have a chicken and beer night.”

“This is exactly what I needed—” Mark points at him.

“I think I’ll have to pass on that one. I have a—” 

“Uh, no you’re not.” Johnny shakes his head. “What excuse are you going to tell me this time? Your excuses are getting lamer every time. It’s quite obvious.”

You sigh. “I’d rather study. Besides, I have a midterm coming up and the last thing I want is to tank it.”

“It’s just one night. Chicken and beer. Who turns down chicken and beer? With friends, too?” Mark tries to convince you but you’re using your eyes to communicate the idea that this will not turn out well.

“Who’s coming?” You tear your gaze away from Mark when he doesn’t seem to take a hint. You’re reaching for your water bottle to take a quick sip of water.

“It’ll be me, Mark, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Ara,” Johnny recalls the guests from the top of his head. “Oh! Yuta is coming too—”

You choke on your water. As you’re going through a coughing fit, Mark grabs your water bottle to prevent any more water from spilling onto the table. Johnny pats your back. “Y-Yuta? As in, Nakamoto Yuta?”

Johnny smiles. “Indeed. Why? Do you have a crush on him or something—”

“No!” You and Mark blurt out in unison.

Johnny gives you both a funny look. “Okay, geez, I was just joking around. Unless, you do, have a crush on Yuta, Y/N—”

“Look who we have here.” 

It’s a foreign yet familiar voice. You’ve heard that voice somewhere. You sneak a quick glance at Mark, whose eyes are wide like saucers. You could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulps nervously. Mark’s eyes trail down to meet yours. 

“Jaehyun! Ara! Perfect timing!”

Definitely not perfect timing. You mirror Mark with the same wide eyes. It’s almost as if you’ve shrivelled up or froze up into an ice statue. Johnny doesn’t seem to notice you shoving your things into your tote bag out of sheer panic. Mark’s eyes dart between you and the newly-arrived couple. 

“Hey, sorry, I completely forgot that I have a meeting with my group for our project.” It comes out as a squeak. Everyone’s looking at you and you can’t find the strength to look at any of them in the eye. But you can surely feel the attention that’s been shifted towards you. 

“Leaving already?” Johnny pouts. “I just got here—”

“Sorry!” You exclaim, standing up from your seat and making a beeline for the exit doors of the study room. You look over your shoulder. Johnny has a cute pout on his lips as he watches you scurry away from them. “I’ll make it up to you!”

“You’ll make it up to me by joining us tonight for chicken and beer!”

When Jaehyun and Ara take up the spot you used to sit at, Mark can’t help but look at Ara with round eyes. He just can’t seem to look at Ara the same way anymore, especially when she’s with Jaehyun. Mark decides to settle his gaze on Jaehyun instead, but he still feels the same. He can’t look at Jaehyun the same way either. The first person that comes to mind when he looks at the couple sitting across from him is Nakamoto Yuta. The second and last person that comes to mind is you.

There are two innocent people being brought into this mess. It’s you and Yuta.

And what’s worse is that Jaehyun and Ara are just as innocent.

You and Mark find yourselves standing in front of Jaehyun’s door. Surprisingly, it’s quiet. You don’t hear Johnny’s loud voice through the thin door. Instead, right when Mark knocks on the door, you hear someone’s faint shuffling that gets louder and louder as they get close to the door. The door swings open and your mouth slightly parts open. This is—?

“Jaehyun!” Mark exclaims, crashing into Jaehyun’s arms. 

You stand there awkwardly as you watch them embrace. Jaehyun pats Mark’s back until his eyes meet yours. Jaehyun. You’ve known of him. But now that you can put a face to his name, you’re immediately brought back to your freshman year, specifically your freshman orientation week. You’ve seen his face before. Jaehyun was amongst the popular freshmen in your year mainly due to his charisma and charm. By the end of freshman orientation week, he had become a magnet that attracted everyone to him. But not only did you remember him from orientation week, but you remember being one of the many people who were attracted to him. He had become your first university crush, but ever since orientation week, you never saw him again.

Until now.

“I’m guessing you’re Y/N?” Jaehyun asks and you find yourself snapping out of your trance. “I’d be surprised if you weren’t.”

You slowly nod your head. “Yes, that’s me.”

“The one that was scurrying away earlier?” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes. “God, please don’t remind me. That was embarrassing.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiles and oh boy, are those dimples? 

You swoon. Too bad Jaehyun’s off the market. But at the same time, it’s a shame that you’re going to be the one to ruin his relationship and put him back on the market. You muster up a smile. “Nice to meet you too, Jaehyun.”

You and Mark make yourselves comfortable in Jaehyun’s apartment. Your eyes scan the place and just by the small touches to his apartment, you can pick up what kind of person Jaehyun is. From the LP turntable sitting in one corner of the room accompanied by a great stack of records—he has some exquisite taste in music—to the mini fridge filled with bottles of wine, you can tell that he’s a young man with an old soul. You turn to your right when you spot a piano and a microphone stand. It’s a makeshift studio in the opposite corner of his living room. He sings?

“I’ve heard many things about you from Johnny,” Jaehyun starts a conversation as he hands you a can of beer. “And Mark, of course.”

You open the can of beer to take your first sip, making sure to squint your eyes at Mark. “I hope they’re good things.”

He smiles. “There’s nothing to worry about. They put you up to the highest standard.”

You cough. “As they should.”

Mark scoffs. “You’re being too obnoxious right now.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, taking another sip of your beer. “What’s taking Johnny so long to get here? After scolding me for bailing out on every single function, here he is, pulling up later than promised.”

“Speaking of,” Jaehyun says as he stares at his phone. “His uber just pulled up. I’ll meet up with him downstairs. While I go fetch him, make yourselves comfortable.”

Jaehyun leaves you alone in silence. The moment Jaehyun shuts the door, Mark shoots you a cheeky grin. He’s wiggling his eyebrows at you and you can’t help but squint your eyes at him. 

“Why are you looking at me like that—”

“You like him, don’t you?”

You scoff in disbelief. “I do not like him like that—”

“You do.” Mark cuts you off. “I’m getting that type of energy from you—”

“Well, sorry to disappoint, I don’t like him like that. Besides, he’s in a relationship with Ara—”

“He’s in a relationship that you’re destined to end.” Mark reminds you and you frown. “What? It’s true!”

You shake your head and with a stern voice, you say, “I don’t like Jaehyun. I just find him... charming.”

“That’s all—”

“And handsome—”

“Oh—”

“And sweet.” You add. “But other than that, I don’t like him. I’m Cupid, remember? I’m cursed to never fall in love and so the chances of me liking Jaehyun? Very slim.”

Mark smirks. “But you find him charming, handsome, and sweet. Isn’t that more than enough to like someone?”

“There’s a very distinct line drawn between infatuation and love, Mark.” You state with a matter of fact. 

“So, you’re infatuated with Jaehyun—”

“What’s up party people, put your hands up!”

Both of your mouths clamp shut at Johnny’s freakishly loud voice echoing the apartment the moment he walks in. You dumbly put your hands up and Mark lets out a loud cackle. Entering right after him are Ara and—

“Yuta, my right hand and my go-to!” Mark exclaims.

You wish you were invisible, especially when Ara spots you on the couch and sends you a wave. You’re mustering up a very tight-lipped smile as you wave back at her. Great, this is going to be a long night. Jaehyun follows suit, throwing his arm over Ara’s shoulder and pecking her cheek. Mark sneaks a glance at you as you’re tearing your gaze away from the couple to take another sip of beer.

“Y/N actually came for once,” Johnny teases you. 

Everyone gathers around the small coffee-table. Scattered on the small table are three boxes of chicken along with a can of beer for everyone. You’re sitting right across from Yuta, who hasn’t uttered a single word since he got here. But surprisingly enough, his eyes meet yours and you quickly look away. Your heart begins to race. 

And your heart starts to beat much faster when Yuta never seems to break his stare at you for the rest of the night.

Yuta has definitely seen you before but he can’t seem to pinpoint exactly where he’s seen you. It must have been a fleeting moment, where the both of you passed by each other unknowingly. But after looking into your wandering eyes, after watching you chug a can of beer right across from him, he has found his answer.

Valentine’s Day.

He was biking on his way home after a three-hour lecture. Too many couples. He remembers the excessive amount of couples strolling down the busy streets. He remembers having the urge to rip his eyes out whenever he came to a stoplight and spotted a couple sharing a passionate (way too passionate) kiss. But he also remembers the sudden loneliness he felt.

Ara. He’s always found her pretty in her own special way. His first encounter with Ara was when she auditioned for the co-ed soccer team. He was seated at the bleachers as one of the head coaches who chose the new team members. She was everything he adored in someone. It was like she had her own glow whenever she ran down the field, with her hair bouncing as she ran. 

But too bad because she’s—

“Taken?”

Jaehyun let out a sigh on the other phone line. Yuta pursed his lips into a tight line. “Listen, I tried to get those concert tickets for you tonight through my connections. But all of the available seats are taken. Well, there are still some seats but the seats you wanted are gone.”

“Do you have tickets for other seats?” Jaehyun questioned.

“Yeah, but the seats are pretty far from the stage. Are you alright with that?”

He heard distinct chatter on the other phone line. He heard Ara’s soft voice and a smile threatened to escape his lips. Right… she’s taken by Jaehyun. “We’ll take them!”

“Perfect.” Yuta chuckled. “I’m on my way to your apartment, actually. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes to give you the tickets.”

Yuta turned to his right and into a familiar neighbourhood. He slowed down his bike when he reached Jaehyun’s apartment building. As he headed up a couple flights of stairs, he reached Jaehyun’s apartment completely out of breath. The door opened and he saw—

“Oh, hey, Ara.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Is Jaehyun here?”

Ara beamed up at him and nodded her head. “Come in. You look like you’re out of breath. Do you want a glass of water, or something?”

“I’m good. Thanks.” He mumbled, too shy and nervous to utter anything other than those three words. Ara bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. God, why is he so nervous around her?

“Yuta!” Jaehyun said in a sing-song voice, greeting him with a fist-bump.

“Hey—oh?”

Yuta clamped his mouth shut when he looked into Jaehyun’s eyes. Jaehyun’s eyes sure do look pretty, he could see stars shining back at him. But that’s not what he saw.

He saw an unfamiliar woman. He’s never seen her before.

In Jaehyun’s eyes, he saw a woman holding what seemed like a microphone. She had headphones on and her face was illuminated by what he assumed was a laptop screen. She was singing a song he couldn’t hear. Yuta blinked, soaking in every little detail about the woman he saw in Jaehyun’s eyes. But it was not long until his face paled when he realized something terrible.

The woman he saw in Jaehyun’s eyes was not Ara.

Valentine’s Day. It’s the day he dreads the most out of the entire year. It’s the day where he receives his love assignment for the year. He has one year to make his assignment fall in love with their soulmate. But how is he going to do that when his love assignment is Jaehyun? 

Cupids are cursed to never fall in love. Although, Yuta does have sheer hope that he could definitely find love. How could he not, when he’s a hopeless fool in front of Ara? It’s this specific Valentine’s Day that he dreads the most out of all the Valentine’s Days he’s spent. Why? Because while he found out that Jaehyun’s soulmate isn’t Ara, that surely doesn’t mean that he has a chance with Ara. In fact, he’ll never have a chance with Ara. He could potentially be the man Ara will hate the most.

Because one way or another, he must tear Ara and Jaehyun apart.

author’s note. welp, i hope you enjoyed the first part! i should be able to post the second part after all of my midterms. look out for it! thank you for reading!