#but Johnny was like refusing to walk by his side because he didn't think on like this weird level he'd deserved it

[beloveds-embrace]

you wrote this:

Kyle offers to escort you on walks, but you refuse, choosing instead the quiet solace of the garden paths shared with König. Simon’s attempts at conversation are met with cool civility, and Johnny's food largely goes untouched. You allow none of them closer than courtesy demands.

I can see the conversation with johnny playing out. you're sat at the table for the first time in ages, having dinner with john and simon when johnny notices you haven't touched your food.

"Is something wrong with the meal? I can make you something else if it's not to your liking."

and you say just as polite as can be, "I didn't want to mention it before because i didn't want to embarrass you but your dishes were always a bit lacking. you seem to have trouble with the timing of the meals and sent food out burnt or undercooked. I felt it was better if I just didn't have any so as not to hurt your feelings. a delicate stomach, you understand."

and johnny has to stand there called out bc what reader said is technically true but it was said so politely, and he's really not a bad cook. he just can't argue with you about it without saying he did it on purpose.

anyways i'm loving all these stories, the way you're telling them is wonderful!

<33

You got it so perfectly like yes 😩

Original Post

I’m just imagining the way the room falls into stunned silence. John freezes mid-cut into his steak, his eyes flicking between you and Johnny. Simon raises a single brow, his expression unreadable but his gaze sharp with interest. Johnny, meanwhile, stands there as though struck, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

The words are technically true, delivered with such measured civility that he can’t argue without admitting the malice behind his past actions. His face reddens, his hands clenching briefly at his sides before he forces a tight smile. “Of course, Your Grace. I’ll… I’ll do better next time.”

What else can he even say? Fully admit that he’d been purposely, pettily feeding you horrible food?

“Thank you,” you just reply with a nod, already turning your attention back to your plate. The faint clink of silverware resumes as you cut into the fruits instead, unbothered by the tension that now thickens the air. Still… “I am sorry, I didn’t mean it in a way to… embarras you.”

“It’s… alright, Your Grace. I understand.” And thus, Johnny leaves, mouth pursed shut like a wound trying to stitch closed.

Across the table, John clears his throat, attempting to dispel the awkwardness that settles. “It seems you’ve developed a sharper tongue than I recall, Duchess.” He says, his tone light but laced with something.

You look up briefly, your expression serene. You skewer a grape on your fork, and let it hang there for a few seconds. “Only when necessary, Your Grace.”

From his place in the shadows just outside the dining room, König listens silently, his pale eyes narrowing beneath his mask. He says nothing, but the satisfaction in his stance is palpable. When you finally leave the dining room, ignoring the heavy stares from Simon and John the entire dinner, König falls into step beside you as always. Closer to you than your own shadow.

“You spoke well, mylady,” he murmurs as the two of you step into the cool night air of the garden. His voice holds a note of pride, and he offers you his arm. “They deserved no less.”

You glance up at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “I’m glad you think so. Your opinion.. it’s the only one that matters.” And with that, you take his arm, leading him toward the quiet paths that have become yours and König’s alone.

[issa-pheonyx]

Being Johnny Cage's Niece...

𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀. 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹. 𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘀✨𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻✨, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻𝗻𝘆. 𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘆𝗮'𝗹𝗹 [𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆]🤭

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-He is literally the fun uncle...with such dad jokes and puns that makes you double take on being his favorite. Yes, you're his favorite what makes you think he is open with you hanging around when he is in acting mode at work or he invites you to the red carpet to announce the winners for best actor (AKA him). Plus, there is a new game system you've been investing? He got you. Student loans? No need just tell him how much it is for each semester, he is very supportive of your career. "Is that your uncle Johnny fucking Cage!?" He is at the drop off waiting for you to be picked up in his red Lamborghini, blasting California Love,"Yup...that is my uncle."

-Speaking of his acting career he will NOT permit you to go to any film industry if he is not around. He will confront any sleazy creeps who dare to make you sign a contract, because you will be the biggest star like your uncle. Nope! Not on his watch. "Give me that. Who gave you this paper?" "Uh, some bald guy-" "Yeah, didn't I teach you any better talking to strangers??" "Uncle J you're not even my da-" "I'm calling your mom."

-Not only is he protective, but he will keep mad bugging you to teach you his martial art skills. It is just an excuse to have some uncle and niece bonding-both you hang out 24/7 it is ridiculous-so, you could be his trustee side kick and who knows if he ever has another movie coming in he would definitely drag put you in since you learned martial arts like him. On a serious note though he would let you know he is not doing it for clout (bullshit), but to make sure you are safe and know what to do in dangerous scenarios

-Of course, you will be bombarded with paparazzi when you're hanging with your uncle, however the pictures seem to have a unique pattern about you both. It is like a game between you and Johnny against them. You received little attention before your first movie with your uncle, yet after that you decide to troll them. Every picture they failed to take your face either you wearing a hoodie only seeing your mouth in view, surgical masks and not being to capture you pulling it down when you're eating/drinking cause the angle is shit. Or even then you would position yourself around objects or things that it just looks like a tree branch covered the majority of your face flashing a smile cause Johnny cracked a joke as he was smiling too, eating frozen yogurt going for a walk at the park

-Now being introduced with Lui Kang God of Fire, Sub Zero, Scorpion, and so much was mind blowing. Even you were part of it. Johnny being the protective uncle he absolutely REFUSED to get you involved. So, instead you had to stay close to him at all times since you were forced to join. It was quite a beauty since these different timelines had gorgeous views, so you would snap pictures here and there (without uncle Kenshi knowing cause he bonked you with the sword once). Plus, you were stunned how pretty everyone was there like holy shit why is everyone so hot???

-Furthermore, everyone was just as curious as they were with Johnny to you. "So, you're related to Johnny Cage?" Lui Kang asks as he was behind the entrance door of your uncle's mansion with his arms crossed,"Unfortunately, yes-" "That's it! Youngins' shouldn't be here. The adults are talking." The ladies were a little confused you can be the opposite of Johnny being humorous and all. "How can you tolerate such patience with an uncle so untamed, (Y/N)?" Kitana whispered to you after he told her she was gracefully aging for a 10,000 year old,"I don't know, princess. I question myself that everyday."

-Of course, your uncle J told you to be close to you at all costs, but you end up snapping when someone laid a hand on your uncle. That's when all that work of martial arts paid off when you were popping awf, honey. Everyone was shook and couldn't believe their eyes even Mileena complimented,"Such fire you show within kombat! I wish you can stay here in the Outworld to teach all my guards." You chuckled,"I would be very honored, your majesty, but I don't think uncle Johnny would be okay with that."

-Being his niece has taught you to enjoy life even when things don't go your way it'll get better. With you he learned that not everything shouldn't be taken so lightly when it is necessary especially to those he has a special bond with. Lets just say it is a healing and mind opening moment for you and you uncle away from the riches, the media, and fame into the Outworld

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[oopsdevil]

simon ghost riley x f!reader (zombie apocalypse!au)

AUTUMN

the strong breeze of the night made its way through the broken windows as simon grabbed a big bag of rice off the back of a shelf and chuckled. oh, how easy was to make him happy these days. he kept trying his luck in the middle of the abandoned gas station, light bulbs about to give up, like everything else.

his shoulders tensed once again when he heard a noise behind him, its been happening all day. soap assured him over the radio that it must be his head, because then again, he's been awake for almost 40 hours. simon focused on the small print on the bag.

"is that the last one?"

the lieutenant dropped the food instantly and reached for his knife, quickly turning around to point to the persons throat. except he must have miscalculated, because his rusty machete was now barely scrapping the crown of her head. the bright eyed woman yelped.

"jesus man, you scared me!" the soft voice made simon hold his knife tighter.

"i- i scared you?" he spoke with a raspy voice.

he observed the stranger in front of him and tilted his head down. about a feet shorter than him and with a backpack bigger than her, the girl stared into his brown eyes, waiting for an answer.

"hello? is it the last one? i'm kinda starving"

her boots made their way through the dirty floors and right past the tall man, stretching her head to look over the shelves she could reach. she kept talking and ghost dropped the knife to his side when he realized.

"you've been following me all day"

he easily kept up with her when she turned to the next aisle.

"uh-huh, you ought to be more careful out there"

he laughed in disbelief. the nerve she had, he could've killed her in seconds. he was about to make his point when she interrupted, reading his mind.

"i knew you wouldn't hurt me"

"how could you possibly know that?"

"at first you seemed scary. but then you refused to kill that bunny a few hours ago and lied about it to the man on the radio"

simon felt his face getting pinker under the fabric of his mask and for once, was out of words. she finally took in the dangerous situation she put herself into.

"i just saw you today, i promise"

the tone on her voice indicated shame as she looked at his feet, and with that, he brought his knife back to its strap.

WINTER

"how close to christmas do you think we are?"

simon rolled his eyes, used to her non-sense questions. he told her to keep walking while dragging his heavy steps through the snow, he looked back at her and her red nose to make sure she wouldn't stay behind.

"c'mon lass. almost home"

home, a cabin really. simon thought about it often. he thought about her often. he didn't even know how it happened, about 2 months ago he hugged soap goodbye, who promised to make a trip to london and find both gaz and price, they prayed everyday their mates were alive, and simon was very grateful he was in scotland with johnny the first time seeing a flesh eating creature all those months ago. the lieutenant promised back to find supplies and keep the cabin standing. and yeah they make weekly 2 minutes calls, soap was moving slow but safely. however, ghost still hasn't told the sergeant about the girl who took his bed.

a noise brought him back to the present and knew what happened before even turning around.

"i told you to put on the snow boots"

his cheeky remark made her even angry, throwing the wood logs aside and power-walking into the house.

"wait, come back. there's still a lot of snow for you to faceplant-"

a snow ball flew right to his uncovered face. he shook his head and decided he deserved it.

SPRING

her head flew back and landed on the pillow, she covered her face with her hands and sighed.

"simon i know you are worried, but his radio probably broke"

he walked around the small kitchen with his own radio in hand and switched channels a sixth time.

"he would have find a way"

she stayed on the couch, biting her nails and looking attentive at him. she knew what was coming and she didn't like it one bit.

simon left the radio at the kitchen table and made his way to her. she looked away as he kneeled in front of her.

"you know i have to go get them"

tears threatened to fall off her waterline and kept deviating her eyes.

"lass... i need you to understand the situat-"

she roughly got up and walked to the window, distracting herself with the big green trees. it wasn't much help, ten minutes later a screaming match took place. simon couldn't tell her he wasn't about to put her in danger, and she refused to let him know the truth. he was the only one she had left.

"you don't know what is like out there!"

"oh?! and you do?! we haven't stepped outside scotland in a year, simon!-" she said, exasperated at this point.

"i've killed this things before! you can barely see one of them without shaking-"

"how do you suppose i can live this without you, then?!"

"love, i don't want to go either. and i know i promised johnny to stay here. but he would so the same for me. and i can't go get them if im constantly making sure you are alive"

she took offense and stormed to her bedroom to hid her tears, now running down her cheeks. simon catched up in a few steps and made himself as small as possible.

"sweetheart, eyes on me"

"you talk about me like im a burden-" a hiccups interrupted her barely understanding words, but he knew exactly what she said, and took her into his arms. a minute passed and he reached for her chin.

"look at me? you are not a burden, you are my priority and i refuse to get you killed"

he never looked into another person's eyes as much as he looked into hers. he was convinced he could draw them from memory at this point.

sadly (or not so much) his radio made a noise and they looked away.

"l.t.-... getting ther-... safe-..."

ghost's felt all the air come back to his lungs and yelled in relief, both running to the radio.

"jesus fucking chist, mactavish!"

he dropped to his knees next to the kitchen table and took the device in his large hands, she laughed hearing the static and the voice of an unknown man who kept complaining interrupted.

"weather is shite-... almost there-... fucking brits"

SUMMER

simon stared at the girls figure as she jumped into the now defrosted water body next to the cabin, ignoring the feeling of his white shirt sticking to his skin. he was glad she was finally enjoying the hot weather, his mind exhausted and guilty of knowing she was always cold. simon closed his eyes, taking in the sound of weather and hectares of nothingness.

"simon..."

"yeah?" he answered calmly.

he heard her getting off the pond quickly, her wet steps running through the grass to him. he opened his eyes and stood up in a second when he saw her worried eyes.

"whats wrong?"

she deviated her eyes behind him and he turned around, already making a mental plan of getting her out of here.

the girl now standing behind him, looked even more confused when she felt his shoulders drop under her hands.

"si?"

the lieutenant chuckled and grabbed her hand, standing beside her, her eyes softening at the sight of his own eyes watering.

simon kept looking at the view, the warm lights of the sunset revealing three dirty, limping, exhausted... familiar men, making their way to the cabin's porch.

"fucking hell"

[romanarose]

The Bikeriders as a metaphor for bisexuality

Now I ain't saying this was intentional because I'm pretty sure it's not but this is how I read the struggle between Johnny and Kathy for Benny just feels like Benny's internal struggle between homosexuality and heteosexuality, how neither of it fits him so he was always walking that line.

For the record Im speaking in terms of binary gender because this is just a simple movie theory. I am well aware of other genders but this is just how I see it.

Spoilers below

Kathy tried to get him to leave, he wouln't do it. It's like he wouldn't let go of that same/sex attraction, the queerness, the subversive side of him.

Johnny never tried to get him to leave Kathy for him, but his pull comes in the two times he tried to get Benny to take over the club. Benny refused, because that full commitment to the club, the lifestyle, would be rejecting the other side of him.

He didn't want to choose. he wanted to just be himself. I think his happiness came in accepting that.

Benny didnt give up riding because Kathy made him. He gave it up because Johnny was dead and that broke him. He was ready to settle down. Benny didn't choose "being straight", I think in his crying, his finally crying he and Kathy new what Johnny was to him and I think Benny accepted who he was. Then he was happy with Kathy, because he did love her. I think she was wrong that he didn't miss it. I think he did. But I think he misses it in a sense that we as people will always long for the past.

Another way I see it is that yes, he's happy. Yes he has a good life. But Maybe he was always going to end up with Kathy as the "settling down". Johnny didn't equal settling down. I think a lot of times, especially back then, homosexuality was viewed as a phase, like the trope of college girls going through a "gay phase" or concepts of homoerotic military men secluded from women. That its something you do for a while then you "grow out of it." But thats not how it really works. I stand by that Benny loves Kathy and is happy at the end.

He smiles, which is rare for his character. He's smiling when Kathy isn't looking, so he's not performing for anyone.

But I think when you look at it in the context of the time, she was the option if he wanted to settle down. That, as bisexual people, maybe you have some crazy times in college but then you find someone in a heterosexual relationship and settle and try to put that behind you. It doesn't mean he's not happy, as bisexual people in straightpassing relationships are happy. It just means, when the motercycle sounds echo for him, he still thinks about the past. the what if.

And thats just a human thing to do.

I saw The Bikeriders on Saturday and then twice, yes twice today (sunday). I was bawling at the end the last two times when the bisexual metaphore theory came to me. I read Benny as bi right away.

Johnny is said to have gotten his inspiration from Marlon Brando. Bando has talked about being bisexual. Another famous name and face of Brando's era was James Dean. Although Dean was more a car guy in the end, he was deffinetly into motercycles. Dean's sexuality is speculated but many close friends say he was bisexual.

I think it would be almost impossible not to have homoerotic subtext with this sort of thing if the movie was true to inspirations of the era. I don't know how you can watch it and think benny and Johnny dont want each other.

Personally, I don't think Johnny was bi, I think he was gay. I think because of how little emphasis on his wife there was, how she never quite seemed to get him, not in the way Benny got him, I think he was gay. I think he married and had kids because thats what you did.

Anyway all this to say I fucking love this movie. At first watch I wasn't a fan of Austin butlers performance but now I get it. Wow. I get it

I know its not anyone intention making the movie for it to be a metaphore for bisexuality but I can just see it see clearly.

This came out during pride month for a reason

[florawrites-blog]

"Im not a addict"- l.dh

Warning: mentions of alcohol , alcohol addiction, collapsing, stress, mentions of daddy issues and toxicity in relationships.

The sight of Haechan's collapsed body on the floor of your room still haunted you. The fear and confusion you felt that day rushed back as you found him in the kitchen, reaching for another drink. "When did you come back?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you approached him. "Just now," he replied curtly, not bothering to look at you as he focused on opening his drink. Your worry grew as you noticed the tension in his voice. "How was your day? You don't sound well. Are you okay? You didn't reply to any of my calls or messages." "Listen, save this for later. I really wanna stay alone right now," Haechan snapped, his tone sharp as he slammed his hands on the counter. "Haechan, please don't do this. Okay, let's not talk, but please put the alcohol away. Remember our promise, Haechan. Five months, only five months without alcohol," you pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm. "God, seriously, Y/N, stop making it sound like I'm an addict and just stop being so clingy. I asked to be alone, and that's what I expect you to do," he growled, frustration evident in his voice. You recoiled at his harsh words, feeling a pang of hurt mixed with your worry. "Seriously, Haechan, you're no different from them. You drink when you're happy, sad, stressed, mad... You drink like it's water. I'm so worried, please." As you spoke, he reached for another bottle, but before he could open it, you snatched it away, accidentally dropping it to the floor where it shattered into pieces. The noise drew the attention of the other members, Johnny rushing to Haechan's side while Yuta came to yours, and Jaehyun and Taeil stood nearby, unsure of what to do. Haechan raised his arm in anger, but Johnny quickly restrained him. "Stop it, both of you," Johnny urged, trying to diffuse the escalating tension. "Just 'cause your dad is an addict doesn't mean I will be like him, Y/N. So cut me some slack or leave," Haechan growled, his voice filled with defiance. You pushed Yuta's hands away, refusing to back down. "Wow, Haechan, you might think you aren't, but trust me, you aren't any different," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil within you. "don't ever compare me to that son of bitch who doesn't even know if your alive or not"

Haechan's hurtful words cut through the air like a knife, leaving a lingering ache in your chest. But instead of crumbling under his verbal assault, you held your ground, your voice unwavering. "Wow, Haechan, you might say this because you're drunk, but I am completely sober. And let me tell you this in front of your hyungs: the worst thing a girl could go through is trying to escape her dad but finding it in a person they truly love. And what's worse is coming back home, wanting to be in my boyfriend's arms, but finding him laying there on the cold floor, not knowing what to do." You met his gaze, your eyes reflecting both pain and determination. "And don't even think of apologizing to me tomorrow when you sober up. I won't expect any apology unless it's the one where you're on your knees, begging." With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Haechan to grapple with his own demons as you sought solace elsewhere.

I wrote this while the math teacher was being a absolute dipshit.

[what-if-nct]

NCT's reaction to their plus sized girlfriend saying she's too heavy to sit on their lap, Part 1

Part 2

Johnny: "Do you really think you're too heavy for me?" He walked up behind you as you were turned away from him. You only nod as his hands meet your waist. "You're underestimating me. You don't have to worry about being too heavy for me" He turned you to face him. "Never" he shook his head, his eyes were the most serious you've seen them in awhile as he looked into yours. "Ever" he emphasized with his lips then pressed them against yours. He sat down, swiftly pulling you into his lap without breaking the kiss. One arm held your thighs in place as the other supported your back. He pulled his lips from yours. He held eye contact mere centimeters from your face as he whispered once more "Ever"

Taeyong: "Why would you say that?" Taeyong's eyes were dewy as he looked up at you from his seat. "No you aren't" he whined softly on the verge of tears. "I may be small, but you shouldn't worry. Just sit" he reached for your hand. "Please" his eyes glimmered as his lips turned into pout that caused you to give in to him. You placed yourself in a particular way to not put all of your weight on him. But the moment he latched onto you all of your weight was in his lap. "Thank you" Taeyong shoved his face against the softness of stomach with the most content smile on his face.

Yuta: "Just get over here" Yuta slapped his thigh but you remained standing shaking your head in refusal. He scooted his chair over to you. Grasped your hip and pulled you down into his lap. The moment you were where he wanted you he cradled you in his arms so you wouldn't fall or try to get away. "I hope when I ask you to sit on my face later, that you learned when I say sit I know what I can handle." His smile was wide as he playfully squeezed you. "If I suffocate I suffocate doing what I love" he smacked your bottom then pressed his lips against yours.

Doyoung: "You're not too heavy, come on" Doyoung took your hand and slowly placed you on his lap making sure he didn't go too fast. "See that wasn't hard. Now was it" he patted your side that he held to keep you stable. "I've had multiple men jump me, you're like a soft comforting cloud. And I feel safe with you in my lap" he smiled up at you as he laid his head on your chest.

Kun: "No, no none of that" Kun immediately stood and walked up to. Taking both of your hands in his. The moment you feel him pull you, your feet resisted his force but he was too strong and pulled you forward. "I will not hear you say that because I know deep down what you mean." He brought you right back to the couch. "And no matter your size, weight, or anything. You will never be too heavy for me." He held your face in his hand as his soft eyes looked into yours "You're not going to hurt me. So don't worry. Okay?" his thumb rubbed against your cheek. Once you nodded "okay" he sat on the couch and tapped his thigh for you to sit and you followed his command. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to his chest. "See how easy it was. There was no need to worry" he placed a kiss on your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips.

Ten: "Girl, if you don't just sit down." Ten playfully rolled his eyes. "Come here, come here" he reached for your hand and pulled you right down into his lap. He rested his chin on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you. "Look at that, it wasn't as much of a problem as you thought it would be. Now don't question what I can and can't handle. Okay?" Ten reached over and shook your thigh with the opposite hand as he smiled up at you.

Jaehyun: "What do you mean?" Jaehyun looked at you with confusion. "Don't say that, get over here" Jaehyun tugged at the hem of your dress. He pulled you closer then placed his arm around your hips and led you into his lap. "I don't work out to not be able to hold my girl" he pushed your hair behind your ear and gave you a smile that deepened his dimples.

Winwin: "What?" Winwin followed you as you walked away from him. "Why do you think that?" He asked as he searched for your fallen eyes. You simply gestured to your size difference. It took him a while to comprehend what you meant. "And?" He said bluntly "That doesn't mean anything. You won't hurt me if that's what you're worried about." Winwin laid his hand under your chin and led your eyes to his. " If you want I can just hold you and when you're ready you can sit in my lap." He rubbed his thumb against your cheek. "But you have no need to worry" his eyes held yours.

Jungwoo: "What...no...." He stuttered "Please don't say that" Jungwoo held your hand in both of his. "There's nothing more that I want then to feel you on top of me" he pulled you closer. "I want you to sit in my lap." Jungwoo pressed his lips against your hand. "You're so soft, warm, and holding you makes me happy. I just want to hold you in every way possible" His glossy eyes looked up at you. "Please sit on me" he said with a pout that made you melt and do as he requested. And just before you could fully sit he pulled you down into his lap snuggling into you the moment you made contact. "Finally" Jungwoo nuzzled into your neck.

[choghetti]

How I would fix Miguel and Robby's rivalry in Season 2

I feel like Robby and Miguel's rivalry has been underutilized in Season 2. They barely had any interactions and their feud was pushed to the side by Sam and Tory's when I believe they are supposed to be the main teen rivalry since I believe they were set up to be the main teen rivalry of Season 1.

In the actual show, He attacked Robby when he literally heard Tory threatening Sam on the speaker and he saw Robby restraining Tory. Robby's attack on Miguel after he showed mercy also doesn't more sense since he completely forgot about the Miyagi-Do lessons and decided to give into his anger all of a sudden. I think Miguel can be even more of an antagonist to Robby while being one of the deuteragonists in Season 2. He can struggle to comprehend Johnny's lesson of mercy and honor due to his jealousy of Robby being with Sam. He can be aggressive towards Robby, while Robby slowly loses his patience throughout the season. Let's go:

Episode 3: Miguel sees Robby at a skate park and he confronts him over the fact that he knows Robby is Johnny’s son. He accuses Robby of siding with his father’s rival against him. Robby says that his issues with Johnny are none of his business. Miguel then scorns that he has no sympathy for Robby’s issues and tells him if this is how he was going to treat Johnny, he can forget crawling back to Johnny. Robby retorts that he is not surprised since he is just another bully following Johnny’s orders and storms off, not willing to resort to violence.

Episode 5: Miguel goes to the mall and tries to talk to Sam, but Sam wants nothing to do with Miguel. Robby notices and he intervenes. Miguel angrily tells him to stay out of it. Robby tells him to back off before he ends up hurting Sam. Miguel accuses him of being a hypocrite, by saying that he hurt Johnny, who was trying his best to be a better father to him and says that Johnny was right to leave his sorry ass. Robby gets angry but calms down and he and Sam walk off, but his anger towards Miguel’s comment still boils inside. Miguel doesn’t try to fight Robby since they are in the mall, but his anger still boils inside.

Episode 7: Miguel confronts Robby in town and tells him to stop getting in his way with Sam. Robby asks, “Or what? You’re going to fight dirty like last time?" Miguel gets angry, so he challenges him to a fight. Robby refuses, but Miguel would try to make provocative taunts about his father to try to get him to fight. Robby’s face turns tense and his fists are clenched. But then he remembers the Miyagi-Do teachings, so he walks away. Miguel is furious over Robby leaving.  

Episode 8: At the roller rink, Miguel actually tries to get back together with Sam and actually tries to flirt with her, but Sam doesn't give in. Here, Sam doesn't lie and say it wasn't a date. Instead, she angrily states that he should have believed her and that it was his fault that they broke up and leaves with the skates. Robby is then spotted glaring at Miguel and Miguel glares back as Sam walks away with the skates.

Episode 9: At night, Miguel tries another attempt to win Sam back, but Sam is cold to him. Miguel then argues with Sam again about the things that have happened between them. Sam storms off. Aisha tells Miguel that Sam developed a crush on Robby when she looked at her abs at the beach club and that Sam hid her relationship with Miguel from her dad because she was trying to protect their relationship and that she cared about him. Miguel then realizes that he has fucked over his chances with Sam. Miguel goes up to Sam and apologizes for assuming that she was cheating on him. Sam then thanks him for giving her the medal and says that she didn't know he returned it. Miguel then realizes that Robby lied about the medal and hides his anger. Instead of kissing, they hug, which makes Tory jealous, leading to the school fight between her and Sam. Let's be honest, the kiss was not a great look on Miguel and Sam's relationship (despite them being my favorite couple on the show).

Episode 10: The school fight would be more plausible because it is not believable that the fight would go on without security stopping the students before anyone gets injured. That means the fight would last for 2-3 minutes, less students would be involved and there are only three prominent fights, Miguel vs Robby, Sam vs Tory, and Hawk vs Demetri. Tory only confronts Sam in the hallway instead of announcing that she is going to hurt her because let's be honest, security would have come busting in and arrested Tory before she could fight. Sam and Tory fight and Robby tries to get in between them but Miguel gets in his way. He is angry about the fact that Robby lied about the medal and is only trying to get in Sam's good graces. He then attacks Robby and their fight lasts about the same. Their fight goes all the way close to the balcony. Miguel tells Robby that if he knew Sam didn't have feelings from him, he wouldn't have hid the medal of honor. The rest can still play out the same way with a shorter time span since the fight only takes 2-3 minutes.

[yisony07]

Family Bonding

Story asked by @electrodudesmith95 and thanks to @greenface94 for the masked pic and others for their help with the writing.

Trigger warning: The story contains depictions of incest and somnophilia that may not suit all readers and in any way is made to promote those things, just to read in fiction and NEVER in real life. Hope you like it. 💚

Things for Brandon hadn't improved much in the past few months after his wife's death. His mood was on the ground, because he missed her a lot, although before the others he showed himself to be strong, as if he had already overcome it. He was already a somewhat older man, with a good job from which, in fact, he was coming from to go to his house on that hot evening.

He remembered with some nostalgia how he had met her in that cafeteria by accident, the recurring dates, her wedding, the nights of passion... Wow! He missed getting his cock into that hot pussy that seemed made especially for him. Brandon lightly caressed the area of ​​his bulge, which had already semi-hardened; since then he had not returned to enjoy the wonders of sexual pleasure, because just jacking off felt insufficient, unsatisfactory.

To add insult to injury, that evening was unusually hot, with a few hours of sweat running down the back of Brandon's neck, his shirt was already soaked and the air conditioning in the car didn't work. At least, Brandon was already close to his house.

But there was someone that Brandon supposed was having a worse time: his son Johnny. Since that moment, Brandon hadn't been able to see a genuine smile on the face of his only son —a son whose physique, especially his face, was more like his wife's than his. He had even heard that his girlfriend had dumped him the day after the funeral and Johnny was devastated. Brandon wanted to cheer him up, for his father's heart ached, and he was willing to do anything to see a smile on that face again.

Given the time, Brandon knew that Johnny was home from an hour of exercise after college. Johnny used to go to the gym and then come home to eat and sleep without bathing. ñBrandon was sick of having to smell his son's body odor.

At the thought of it, however, his penis held his rigidity. In the time he hadn't been sexually active, Brandon's mind was drifting with images of sweaty young men leaving the gym as well. Brandon was bisexual, but he had never explored that side of himself and it made him nervous; all those images of men in their twenties with revealing workout uniforms, like the ones he had seen hours ago, or like his son Johnny…

"No!" Brandon yelled in his mind, one hand firm on the steering wheel. "Don't think about those things about your son, sick!" he mentally chided himself. However, a certain part of his body refused to obey.

He arrived at his house, parked the car and got out of it. He walked to the entrance when he staggered because there was something in the way. Turning around, he found a green wooden mask, with three holes that formed an expressionless face and a metal bar that went from the top to the nose area.

"Why the fuck do people leave their trash in front of our door?!" he burst taking the mask and threw it out of the garden. The mask fell into the curb and was washed into the sewers.

Brandon grabbed the doorknob and entered his house. "Johnny! Johnny!" He called him, but got no answer. Brandon went up to the other floor and stopped at a door, carefully opening it and seeing Johnny in bed sleeping, his dark blond hair disheveled, his torso bare and the sheet covering him up to his navel. Brandon realized that he had cried before going to sleep, but his face was serene, calm, a sight that touched Brandon's heart. But when the scent of Johnny's body odor reached Brandon's nostrils, his face grimaced and he closed the door. Brandon realized that a certain little friend was activated, but he dismissed that thought and went to dinner.

"At least he seems to be getting better," Brandon whispered. He made himself a sandwich and ate it. While washing the dishes, Brandon saw a green glow come out of the sink for a few seconds. He went, he opened the lid of the sink and looked around, although he didn't see anything strange. "Maybe it was my imagination," he thought, letting go of the lid, though he didn't cover the sink again and stretched out his arms as he yawned. "I should take a bath before I sleep," he told himself. But turning around, Brandon heard a sound similar to a screeching or something crawling.

That surprised him, who searched everywhere for the source of that noise until his gaze fell on the sink. "I hope it's nothing bad," he said, slowly approaching the sink and daring to take another look…

*Slap!* Suddenly tentacles came out of the hole and clung tightly to his face.

"What the…?!" Brandon could barely scream, whose arms were trying to brush away whatever was attacking him. He jerked back to see if that would work, but the tentacles were getting longer and before long the ends of it were grabbing onto his ears and Brandon was screaming in despair. "Johnny! Help!" but Johnny was snoring.

Suddenly, whatever was pulling on Brandon came loose and a rubbery wooden object came out of the hole in the sink. Brandon only got one look at those three holes before he slammed into his face and fell to the ground grunting. It was the mask, which had slipped through the pipes, because although it appeared to be a simple and inanimate object, it did whatever it took to trap its victim. Brandon fell among the things in the kitchen as the mask clung more to his face.

He did his best to stop it, but the mask wouldn't give up. He groaned and groaned, but something in his body seemed to enjoy it. Noticing that his penis was hardened, he weakened his strength and the mask managed to cover his entire head. All Brandon could do was rip the wood off the mask, but it only fit his facial features.

Then, his body began to spin in a tornado whose gas filled the kitchen and blocked the view. As the gas cleared, a bald man with a green head and glowing red eyes in a suit similar to the one he was wearing.

"I'm on fire!" yelled Brandon masked. Any trace of shame or nerves had vanished, being replaced by joy and the desire to enjoy all the pleasures that life could offer. The sound of snoring caught his attention and a lightbulb went on over his head. "How good of a parent would I be if I didn't try to cheer my son up?"

Moving like a shot, Brandon made it to Johnny's room and saw him sleeping; the sheet covered him even less, when the edge of his underwear was visible, the heat of the moment made sleeping Johnny sweat more and his body odor had reached Brandon's nostrils.

"Isn't this wr…?" he almost thought to himself, but a smile invaded his face. "Screw it! Who cares?! He's so tempting… But first I have to dress for the occasion."

He spun into a tornado and came to a stop, Brandon appeared in a latex Spiderman suit. He reached over to his son's bulge and snapped off her underwear, revealing a semi-hard cock.

"Wow! I didn't know it was this big! I'm so proud of you, son, sure you're making great progress at the gym" Brandon said. "Well, Johnny, let daddy give you a special gift," he said and inserted his son's penis into his mouth and tasted it.

His son's face reddened and a slight smile crossed his face. It seemed like he was having an erotic dream, a wet dream, from the way soft moans came from his mouth and his body moved in slight spasms as Brandon played with his genitals and moved up and down, increasing his speed with excitement, heightening the pleasure the young adult felt in his sleep as Brandon caressed Johnny's chest with his huge, strong arms.

Johnny felt in heaven, it was more than just pleasure running through his body. He opened his eyes for a moment and was surprised to see a green faced man sucking his cock, and a quick glance at those features made him think that it was his father. This was wrong, it was wrong on so many levels, but he was doing it so well, it felt so good, so good that he didn't care, he wanted more, so much more… Seconds he moaned loudly clinging to the sheets when without warning he cummed, throwing a lot of his cum, filling his father's mouth and smearing his face.

Brandon, ecstatic, swallowed the seed delighted and reached out with his tongue to lick and swallow the one on his face. "Wow, I didn't expect a thank you this big!" he commented.

"D-d-dad?!" Johnny yelled, regaining his sanity and quickly shrank back, covering himself with the sheet. "How could we do this?! Why are you dressed like that?! And what happened to your head?!"

"This?" Brandon asked, stroking his own head. "Do you like it? I'm a superhero and I've come to save you from your grief!" he replied with a smile and flexed his muscles. An almost colorless gas arose from them and from his entire body, with a greenish touch, which little by little filled the room.

Johnny felt a little disgusted at first, not because of the act—he enjoyed it— but because he did enjoy it, but when the gas reached him, the gorgeous figure in front of him felt more attractive as he flexed his muscles with a smile. Johnny, as if hypnotized, approached Brandon and praised his muscles, kissing them heartily.

Afterwards, Brandon used his powers so they could both enjoy their undue pleasure all night long between acts that can be left to the reader's imagination. The next day, they were both sleeping in bed together and the mask was nowhere to be found. Who knows how they'll both be after that, but chances are their sorrow has eased a bit.

[bunnyluvs-blog]

Keis valentines gift 🩷

Zombie!Wilbur x reader x Vampire!Johnnie

You weren't the smartest person, and you never claimed to be. But when your best friend Tara starts talking about how her boyfriend was a monster you laughed in her face. Monsters? You're not an idiot. She rolled her eyes and mumbled something about her being right but you didn't mention it again. With finals around the corner, you didn't have time to dream about monsters (and fucking them too). Going to classes, study, eat, sleep. That's how your days were going and you didn't think it would change soon. But of course, Tara had other plans. “Come on! It’s just one party” Tara begged. “You haven't been out in months and a little fun never hurt anyone.” She pointed out. She wasn't wrong, you haven't been out, but that wasn't your fault! “If you go ill buy you a month's worth of Diet Coke” Well fuck.

And thats how you ended up at this party. Red cup in hand, short dress riding up your thighs. You didn't hate the outfit as much as you thought you would. You feel..hot? Maybe it was the party air that you missed so much or the fact that the two hottest guys (in your own humble opinion) were here. According to Tara, eyeing you up and down. Yet you just think she's crazy.

You wish you could say that you had a sexual awakening with those gorgeous men, but no. The party ended with you leaving and Tara making out with some tall dark-haired guy that you were too drunk to remember. You were back on your study grind. Sitting in the school library, one book in your hand and a pen in the other. You’ve been doing notes for the past 3, or 4 hours? You didn't care, but you also didn't notice. Didnt notice the two men watching you. The same two men that you are hopelessly in love with. Flipping the pages of the overly pricey business book until you felt a presence behind you. “Hi there” a soft English accent spoke behind you. “We’re in the same business class, right? Business management 2?” You looked up at him. Oh shit. You slowly nodded your head. “Yeah, we are.” You said softly, not just because you were in a library but because Wilbur Soot, the most popular guy on the whole campus was standing over you. Literally over you! Sitting next to a man over a foot taller than you gave you a closer look at the gray sweatpants he was wearing. God, you felt like a pervert. “Do you think you could help me and my friend? We’re both in that class and God we don’t get anything.” Wilbur looked at you with hopeful eyes. You were a bit taken aback. But to hell, you were not going to refuse. This was every girl’s dream (maybe not Tara but you get the point). You glazed over at the shorter man next to him, Johnnie Guilburt. His hazel eyes staring at you. He was a lot more quiet in class. Not because he was shy, he just never seemed to care. Yet on every test, he made pretty good scores. Maybe he was just struggling in this chapter, yea that had to be it. Once you agreed Wilbur gave you a sunray smile and helped you pack up, maybe you should have paid more attention to the way Johnnie's smirk had little sharp fangs peeking through.

You three walked to their dorm after they spent the past 2 minutes to tell you the library was closing. Even though it's a 24-hour place. You weren’t going to tell them that. Wilbur was talking his little heart out with you. While Johnnie Stood close to you, breathing slightly heavily. Concern grew inside of your stomach. Once you guys made it inside you set down your stuff. Starting to unpack, you noticed Johnnie whispering to Wilbur. Soft mumbles leaving both of them until they sit next to you, one on each side. You felt the heat fill your cheeks. Yet you felt no body heat from both of them. Maybe they just weren’t close enough.

It's been an hour and Wilbur suggested a break. You lean back into the couch as Johnnie speaks up. “Hey, do you believe in monsters?" He asked looking at you. You slightly giggled under your breath. “Monsters? Did Tara talk to you? No, I don’t believe in monsters silly. Though I wouldn’t complain if they were really. It sounds like- I don't know.. Kinda cool?”“What do you mean cool?” Wilbur asks softly, almost like his life depends on your answer. “Like I guess hot? A vampire sucking my blood-’ A soft groan leaves Johnnie's mouth, making you shut up. “You ok?” you ask in a small voice, afraid you did something to piss him off. Suddenly you feel a sharp pain in the crook of your neck. Johnnie's hot breath could be felt as his sharp teeth dug into your neck. The pain was almost pleasurable as you slowly scooted back up into Wilbur's lap. The blood leaving your body made the rest of you feel on fire. Like you had a fever that just wouldn’t go away. Wilbur's hands slowly place themselves on your waist, holding you in place as Johnnie pulls away. “Fuck, I'm sorry!” he exclaimed. “You just, smell..so fucking good. And once you said vampires were hot i- i could control myself.” despite the blood Johnnie took, your face turned red. You felt Wilbur lean down to whisper in your ear. “Let us take care of you princess, please..?” Were you dreaming? You feel like you are, the men you dreamt about your past two years at college are asking you to let them please you.

You nod your head. “No baby we need words,” Johnnie said. “Please, can you make me feel good?” Your voice filled the room. Suddenly Johnnie slides down onto the floor on his knees. His pretty neck tattoo is on full display as he looks up at you. Wilbur's hands slide up your shirt as Johnnie's hand slaps your thigh signaling for you to lift your hips. Moving your pants and panties down in one motion as your shirt is fully off of you. “Holy fuck. Baby you’re dripping. Were you this wet the whole time? Fucking dirty thing.” Johnnie’s voice echoed as he started giving your clit small licks. You were so focused on Johnnie that you didn't even notice Wilbur rutting himself into your ass. You might not be the most experienced person on the planet but he had to be big. Slowly you start grinding yourself on Johnnie’s face, one of his fingers slipping into your cunt. You guess Wilbur got fed up with being ignored since he moved from behind you and stood up. Yanking your hair until you're face to face with his cock imprinted on his sweatpants. He pulls them down and his boxers in one motion until you see it against his tummy. Grabbing your chin to open your mouth, this thumb pushing on your tongue. “Pretty girl, please please let me fill your mouth.” He whined and whimpered until you grabbed the base and took in the tip of his cock into your mouth. Johnnie making quick work of your cunt, your fluids covering his mouth until you’re spasming and cumming around his fingers and mouth. You feel a tug on your hair again only this time slightly harder. “Mm pay- pay attention to me.. Oh fuck fuck your mouth is so warm, yea bet your pussy is better baby oh god gonna fill you m gonna fill you” Wilbur rambled as you sucked him off faster. “Fuck look at you two. Our little whore is a monster fucker huh?” Johnnie mocked as his zip was pulled down. “Gonna put it in mk honey?” Johnnie didn't really ask as he entered you without waiting for your response. Not that you could respond. Wilbur was now fucking your face. Whimpers leave his mouth and so do small rambles. “Oh fuckfuckfuck gonna cum yea, gonna let me um in your mouth, pretty baby gonna swallow it arent you? Like the good girl you are.” That was all you were able to hear until a warm white liquid filled your mouth. It wasn't a horrible taste, slightly salty, warm, and very much his. You tried your best to swallow it all, but Johnnie pounding his cock into you didn't make it any easier.

A mix of cum and drool leave your lips as your brain feels fuzzy. Overwhelming pleasure fills you, as Johnnie's hand goes down to rub your sensitive clit. Wilbur's soft pants calm down and he cleans up your mouth. Remove your makeup since it was ruined by Wilbur. The feeling of pleasure filling our tummy was about to burst. “Johnnie,, g’nna cum..” You manage to mumble, your back arching. “Cum for me you slut, drench me got it?” You nod as the wave of pleasure overcomes you. Cumming as Johnnie fucks the orgasm out of you. Letting you ride the feeling until he stops. Letting you rest for a bit.

“Can you take both of us?” Wilbur asks gently like he didn't just ram his dick into your mouth. You look at him like he just proposed to you. “Fuck yes! I can, ca do anything you ask of me.” You ramble. Johnnie chuckled and shuffled behind you, as Wilbur slots himself in front of you. Both of them entering you at the same time. The pleasure was almost painful but how much of the feeling was there. As one pulls back the other slams himself into you. Hitting the right spots over and over again. The bubble of your orgasm slowly but surely finds itself inside of you. “Dirty thing, bet you wanted this, wanted us to fuck you into oblivion didn't you?” Johnnie rambles as the taller man in front of you huffs and puffs. “Oh baby oh honey god your so tight so so fucking tight.” Wilbur pants and both of their paces speed up. The pleasure was about to burst and both of the men could tell. Wilbur was too whiney to speak so Johnnie took it upon himself to do it for him. “Gonna cum darling? Go ahead, cum around us. Like the dirty girl you are.” And that just did it for you. Your moans filled the room as you cum. Both of them arent far behind. Wilbur was the first to finish. Mumbling something about how good you are and how warm your little cunt is. While Johnnie gripped onto your waist to kiss your cervex.

Now all three of you are on Wilburs bed, his wall light lighting up the room as he snuggles into your back, Johnnie infront of you clinging to you. Johnnie fast asleep while wilbur plays with your hair. Helping ground you from the past event. Not knowing whats the nest step in yalls relationship. But you could feel the love both of them have. Maybe, just maybe, its for you.

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What are your headcanons for Laura Lawrence 👀

GREAT QUESTION, ANON!!! i have many!

blanket statement of these are my personal headcanons which are obviously not gospel truth and don't need to be agreed with, these are just what i believe/enjoy writing about for laura lawrence.

TW: alcoholism, abortion, cancer.

i think laura was a teen mom; i think she had johnny around seventeen with a guy who was just passing by and her parents threw her out.

she didn't graduate and she got her GED. she was very very good at math and kind of wanted to become a teacher before she got pregnant.

i think she had a kind of holistic, surfer girl, live-with-the-waves vibe and she and johnny went to the beach A LOT when he was a kid because it was free to just walk around and swim.

she had lots of little jobs before meeting sid. johnny's best memory is when she was working at an ice cream parlor. she had a whole baby blue uniform and the owner was really nice.

when she met sid, he promised her that she'd be able to go back to school, maybe even go to university when they got married. quite quickly she found out he was lying.

she developed an alcohol problem four years after her marriage to sid.

around the fifth year into her marriage with sid, she found out she was pregnant and got an abortion in secret. a few months later she told sid she had to go visit an old relative in atlanta and that she'd be back soon, instead, she went to san franciqco and got a hysterectomy.

her full name is laura jean lawrence, i know the show wants me to think her maiden name was brown and that lawrence is the name of some mysterious guy but i refuse <3 johnny has his mother's name because i said so.

she was a huge rock n roll fan, all of johnny's tapes were her's first.

she was very isolated in the hills: she didn't relate to anyone in the country club and she had the bad reputation of being a gold digger. she lost track of johnny's life around that time because of the alcohol and she was never really able to pick it back up afterwards.

she went to johnny's first-ever tournament but after seeing him bleed on the mat, she settled by giving him some money for milkshakes with his friends afterwards and ironing his gi herself.

her only friend was sid's maid, an older woman named georgia who was the only person in the world who knew that laura had to get her stomach pumped three times.

the cobras all called her laura and not mrs weinberg. she liked dutch the most even though he was the most troublesome.

johnny didn't tell her about what happened in the parking lot with kreese up until sid saw the paper stalking about the accident and told her. she cried for a full day, locked in her room. the next day, she went by the cobra kai dojo at night, aware that it had already closed, and threw a brick through the window.

she sporadically sent johnny money after he moved out until she got sick and sid started making the checks.

she got liver cancer when she was 52, it all went very very fast.

she wasn't the best mom in the world; johnny made her a saint in his mind after her death but she was short-tempered and prideful. she was also loving and funny and creative, she had good sides and bad sides, like every living being.

i like to think robby looks like her a lot.

[sunnyie-eve]

2 | Getting In Trouble

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2.4k

MASTERLIST

After JJ steals some of the money from the safe, the group discusses what they should do and whether they should take it back, especially after seeing Scooter wash up on shore. They don't do that though and instead decide to throw a party for now. Callie seemed to be the one who wanted nothing to do with what was going on even after everyone slowly gave in.

"Sorry, you came back and got dragged into this." John B sits next to Callie as she sits on a tree branch alone with her beer.

"I just can't get in trouble, Johnny. If Joey finds out, I'm screwed." She sighs looking down at her cup.

"Joey?" He raises an eyebrow wanting to know who Joey was.

"My aunt's husband. Technically they aren't even married so that's why I always say boyfriend. He refuses to actually do it so they just use the terms because they've been together for so long. He's a total prick."

"Why would you be screwed though?" He asks her.

"As I said he's a prick and you don't want to see him angry. I don't know why she's still with him... how he treats us." She takes a drink of her beer.

"Treats us?" He starts to get worried about her.

"You get what I mean." She tells him so he puts an arm around her shoulder pulling her closer to his side.

"If you wanna talk, I'm here for you. I know four years have passed by but it doesn't feel like that with you back home now." He rests his head on top of hers.

"What happened to your dad? I didn't see him or hear him when I came over earlier." Callie lifts her head to look at him.

"Umm, he disappeared at sea nine months ago looking for a shipwreck. My Uncle T became my legal guardian but at the moment he's in Mississippi building houses. So it's just me and the Pogues. The law wants to put me in foster care to be in a safe loving home." John B tells her everything.

Callie didn't exactly know what to say to that. She felt sorry for him of course, "You aren't believing he's gone until you see a body?" She tilts her head.

"Exactly. No body, not dead to me." He nods his head so she gives him a smile. "I miss your smile when you had braces." He makes her jaw drop, "Because you used to get so insecure about them so I had to tell you how good you look with them. It was my job while JJ joked around about them."

"I hated them. I was so happy when I got to take them off." She makes a face.

"Your smile was great with them and now still without them."

"Are you flirting with me or?" Callie laughs at him making him chuckle.

"Depends, you want me to flirt with you or?" They both just smile at each other.

"So Pogues can't mack each other but Pogues can flirt with each other?" Callie tilts her head.

"Technically you left us so you aren't a Pogue anymore until I let you join again." John B points his finger at her.

"What I went through today sneaking into a motel room and hiding from the cops doesn't make me automatically join again?" She playfully shoves him while Kiara watches them from a distance.

"What up?" JJ asks her looking at the two in the distance laughing. "They're just friends catching up. She was our best friend, remember." JJ lets her know watching the two closer. John B and Callie kept giving each other flirty smiles and looks making JJ laugh, "Yeah, catching up. Don't worry." He walks away to drink more not wanting to think anything more.

"So you really aren't letting one of the original three Pogues not back in?" Callie smacks John B's arm.

"Fine, you're back in." He smacks her back.

"What is she doing here?" Kiara sees Sarah in the distance as she walked by Callie and John B making them look over at her.

"What Kiara doesn't like Sarah?" Callie asks.

"You know the Kook princess? She used to be Kiara's best friend in the ninth grade, then her worst enemy in the tenth grade. And that's Topper, her not-so-pleasant boyfriend. He thinks we were bred to mow lawns." John B gives her the rundown.

"Wow. She seemed nice when we went to her place for dinner. Her dad is old friends with Joey." Callie nods her head.

The two end up talking by themselves the whole night even though there were tons of people around them. "I gotta find another drink." John B gets up so they walk together running into JJ offering a drink until he starts talking to Sarah.

Her boyfriend ends up being a dick, smacking the drink at JJ and making JJ grab him by the shirt starting a fight so John B, Callie, and Pope stop him.

"Dirty Pogues!" Topper shouts making John B rush at him to shove him starting a bigger fight.

Everyone started to shout fight and JJ wasn't any help in the situation. "You're not helping JJ!" Callie slaps his chest.

Topper ends up starting to drown John B by holding him in the shallow water making Callie run over trying to stop him just to get elbowed in the face. She knew it was no use to fighting him so she goes for his hands trying to get his grip to loose.

JJ ends up going over with the gun out, "Yeah, you know what this is. Your move, broski." JJ tells Topper.

"JJ put the gun down." Callie shouts as she pulls John B back to fall into her chest as he calms his breathing.

Everyone ran off even more after JJ shot off into the air making Kiara and Pope yell at him while Callie held John B in her arms still as the waves hit her back rocking them.

Once he was able to calm down he got up making Callie storm over to JJ, "Are you insane or just really fucking stupid?! We're supposed to lay low and you use the gun you stole? I get it, you saved him but come on dude!" She shoves him back before heading off to go home for the night.

"How was your day out, Cal?" Tess asks as Callie walks inside the house.

"Adventurous."

"What happened?" Her aunt gets up to look at Callie's red cheekbone which was slowly bruising up as she walks into view.

"This chick's boyfriend and JJ started a fight so John B jumped in to stop but then those two started fighting. Topper started to drown John B in the water so I ran over to help him. This was the result of an elbow to the face." Callie explains to the two.

"Of course, you get into a fight for a boy." Joey scoffs.

"Did you miss the part where I said Topper was drowning him? Was I supposed to watch a childhood friend drown?" Callie snaps back making her aunt tell her to stop. "I'm going to bed." Callie storms up to her room.

Once she was ready for bed she just lays in the dark before she hears tapping on her window. She sits up looking to see JJ outside smiling, "What the hell are you doing?" She opens her window so he climbs in.

"Thank god that tree is still there to get up here." He laughs making her shush him, "Also you guys got power over here?"

"Yeah, we have a backup generator. Why are you here, JJ?" She huffs.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay. You took that elbow to the face well." He sits on her bed causing her to sigh because she's used to getting hit because of Joey.

"Not my first time in a physical fight." She forces a smile as shouting downstairs starts.

Tess and Joey were fighting about Callie. How they moved here so she could feel comfortable but now she's getting in fights with boys for a boy.

"She was helping her friend!" Tess yells making Joey throw shit around in the kitchen so she dodges things.

JJ looks at Callie as she gets up going to her bedroom door locking it for her safety as shit breaks downstairs along with all the screams.

Callie walks back over to her bed bringing her knees up to her chest looking at JJ, "Thought I got away from all the screaming when my dad went away. He only got replaced with someone different."

That's one thing the two of them had in common and understood each other's troubles. JJ really thought Callie got lucky when she had to go live with her Aunt. He thought she was finally free from the abuse but in reality she just hopped into another sinking boat.

JJ lays down opening his arms towards her motioning for her to lay down so he can hold her so she does. JJ's fingers lightly go up and down Callie's arm as she cuddles into his chest. The yelling was still going on downstairs so JJ starts to hum.

"I don't mind spending every day. Out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile. Ask her if she wants to stay a while." JJ whispers the lyrics, "And she will be loved." He whispers in a ridiculous tone making Callie quietly giggle with her eyes closed.

Callie ends up falling asleep at some point and during that time the yelling finally stopped and JJ didn't want to leave her side. Carefully he moves so Callie rolls off him sound asleep as he tucks her in before climbing back out her window.

-

The next morning Callie wakes up wondering at what point in the night did JJ leave. For the day she had her bikini on under her overalls shorts with a baby yellow crop tank top just in case. Looking in the mirror she could see her left cheekbone now had a noticeable bruise from Topper elbowing her in the face last night.

"Plan on getting in trouble today again?" Joey asks as Callie walks into the room.

"Not really."

"If you get in trouble again because of a boy..." He gives her a look.

"Where's my aunt?" She ignores the look.

"She left for work. Speaking of work, why don't you get a summer job?"

"Because my aunt said I don't have to. Now, I'm heading out." Callie makes her way towards the door heading to John B's place.

When she gets to the house she just walks in to see him sitting on the futon with his head down, "How you doing?" She asks so he looks up at her showing his black eye.

"Sheriff came by to check on me since DCS called her. Asked about the fight and asked if we came across the wreck yesterday." He lays back frustrated, "She said she would help me with the whole foster care situation if I stay out of the marsh."

"What like for a couple of days? It shouldn't be that hard. Especially if foster care is on the line and she can help you stay here." Callie sits down looking back at him.

"I know, and I need that because my uncle has been gone for three months." He sighs running his hands through his hair.

"Cool black eye." Callie decides to play around to ease some stress.

"Cool bruise." He nods his head at her letting out a chuckle.

"So when do the others show up when they don't crash here?" Callie lays back turning her head to look at him.

"Who knows?"

"You going to tell them?" She asks as he rolls over resting his head on her stomach so she puts her hand in his hair.

"Most likely." He closes his eyes thinking of what he wants to do.

One by one the groups show up and as they all sit out back John B tells them he's calling everything off because he wants the help. JJ and John B end up arguing about the situation before he convinces John B they have nothing to lose.

Defying the rules, the five decide to head back to the wreck, this time with a scuba tank, John B stole from his rich boss Ward Cameron. After a small discussion on who was going to dive, John B decides to go down there. While Pope does some math to calculate for him, Kiara jumps into the water.

"What was that all about?" Callie looks at the boys confused.

"I have no idea. So when you're down there, you look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay." JJ tells his best friend as Kiara comes back up saying what she did.

"If we get caught we're all screwed so get a move on and be careful shitbird." Callie tells John B as he gets ready.

Before he goes Kiara kisses his cheek as a be careful and good luck. JJ looks at Callie but she was already looking at him. To her little knowledge of yesterday, she got the hint he kinda had a thing for her.

"Why did you look at me?" She giggles standing next to him.

"Why did you look at me?" He asks her the same thing.

"You like Kiara." She mouths to him making him shrug his shoulders. Yeah, he used to but with Callie back his feelings from when they were younger were coming back to the surface.

"Not really. Like I said it's for fun and being playful."

"Now, why did you look at me?" She nudges him.

"You two were flirty yesterday at the beach." He whispers annoyed.

"We were being playful." She tells him so they just look at each other before police sirens go off. "Just act normal, guys." Callie sits down next to Kiara.

"How you kids doing? You know the marsh is closed?" The deputy tells them so they act like they didn't know and ask why then say they haven't seen anything. "Where's your friend you always hang with? He here?"

"He's working." Kiara speaks up with a disappointed smile.

The deputy goes onto their boat to check it out so they let him then after a bit he leaves them John B comes up. A rogue boat quickly approaches them making to go as fast as they could.

"Umm, they're following us." Callie speaks up looking back making John B go fast as he could.

A gunshot is fired at them and they all duck down. "Oh, my god. We're gonna die." Pope says.

"That's helpful Pope!" Callie shouts, staying down as JJ makes sure she was covered.

Kiara manages to stop the guy's following them with a bit of ingenuity letting them get away. Back on shore, they all open the bag to find a compass. Everyone but Callie and John B gets disappointed because she recognizes seeing that exact one years ago.

"This was my father's."

[reborn--maggot]

PLEASE expand on cliff is not technically human. and literally anything else ur thinking abt rn they are lowkey my everything i love gay edwardian weirdos. (also us 🤝 having gay weirdos around the turn of the century and i love that for us)

SO this world is very. Magic and monster heavy it's like. Magic steampunk. Very fun. But what that means is that there are! Monsters! And humans come into contact with less friendly ones from time to time. Cliff in particular interacted with a very nasty monster that I've dubbed "Welly" because I haven't figured out a proper name and it hung out in the well behind his house a lot.

Cliff did not have an awesome childhood so he would hang out in his backyard or in the woods near his house, and Welly was also there, and it tried to get him to be its friend, so that it could. Basically kidnap him and turn him into a monster! <3. He never actually agreed, but there was enough happening that Welly locked in on Cliff and did not ever give up on trying to get him. He and Welly 'talked' probably between ages 8-12, before he decided he genuinely didn't want anything to do with it and stopped going out and talking to it.

During a walk into the woods with his older brother, Theo, when Cliff was around 13, they ended up near a smaller lake and Welly (being a water-based creature) just kind of reached out and grabbed Cliff and dragged him under the surface to try and drown him out of anger (since he refused to go with it), and... it did! It just didn't kill him.

Cliff after that was different, of course, fitting into a type of person I've been calling Touched people- humans that have been exposed to enough magical/monstery interference that they start slowly (or not so slowly) experiencing physical changes and becoming more and more like the monsters/things that 'corrupted' them, in a sense.

The changes were kind of subtle at first, like his eye color slowly shifting from green to blue, but other things have cropped up over time. Physical changes for Cliff range from "he's a bit paler now" to "He has fangs now" or even eventually a spikey gnarly fin situation running down his spine. He also gained the ability to shift his appearance after a while, which he typically uses to hide visible scarring on his face or hands/arms.

Other things Cliff can do include some mind-control-esque things I've been referring to as like, persuasion powers? It works roughly like Allison Umbrella Academy's rumor power, in which he can tell someone to do something and pump just enough willpower into it that they simply follow through with whatever that is. He does not like this power and does not use it often (intentionally). He did actually use it on Theo specifically to force him to leave Johnny alone, making it impossible for Theo to directly harm or attack Johnny... ever. This was necessary, but their sibling horrors can be saved for another time.

He can also soothe/cool injuries (in particular burns) with his hands, he's not really sure how, it just works. On the more extreme side of things he can (on occasion, as it takes a lot of focus and skill) pull the water out of plants (and probably animals if he tried but he's not interested), killing them pretty quickly and definitively. He can also after a certain point produce a sedative-type venom that mixes with his saliva, which he found out about... while making out with Johnny. And he accidentally knocked him out for upwards of 9ish hours. It was spooky!

But all of this to say! He is no longer technically human. He has sensitivities to iron and silver, to the point where it does burn him if he touches it for too long, his eyes are weird and fucked up (guy has night vision effectively), he's stronger than most people reasonably are, his body reacts to most things... differently!

Conveniently, Johnny is one of the leading medical researchers on how best to treat and care for Touched people due to the uniqueness of each person's circumstances, and he and Cliff definitely talk about/research a lot of things directly.

I was trying to keep this one relatively short because there's just SO much to say regarding Cliff's beastliness, and I definitely didn't cover all of his abilities, but this seemed like a fair amount of yap for now.

[taughtdefense]

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

johnny & robby had been out of the valley since thursday afternoon. it's currently saturday morning. johnny took robby on some father-son trip, traveling somewhere upstate to spend some time bonding away from the karate-crazed valley, with decidedly no bullshit this time around. there wasn't any trickery, no using robby to complete a task or making him feel second to miguel. ( johnny's still a little scared of you for blowing up on him about that last part. ) you've missed robby terribly. it feels like a part of you was missing, your whole routine was thrown off balance. you'd been texting with @taughtpain every day, or sending him cute videos of your partners to him, but it's not the same thing as being with him in person.

eventually, a five-minute eta text popped up on your phone from johnny, informing you of their whereabouts, which made you jump up from the couch & begin pacing while flapping your arms a little bit, eagerly waiting for him to walk through the front door. you missed him terribly. johnny wanted to go unpack, so he didn't meet up with you. as soon as he stepped foot inside the apartment, you tackled robby in a bear hug & pulled him into your bedroom, rambling about how much you fucking missed him, hand refusing to pull away from his own for even a second, thumb swiping over the lapis lazuli gemstone on his engagement ring almost obsessively. unpacking is a task for later, which you'll help him with. right now, all you want is to be with him. he was gone for almost three entire days. so, you have a lot of time to make up for.

of course, simple cuddling & content chatting about random topics ( well, you rambling about some new interest you'd picked up on to help pass the time, so you wouldn't think about how much you missed robby ) eventually turned into a full-on make out session. you had a hunch that it would turn into that, because know robby very well by now. sometimes, you feel like you know him better than you know yourself. he's settled on your lap, the flannel he'd been wearing - yours, you'd eventually noticed - discarded on the floor. so that's where it went. that little clothes stealing fiancé of yours. you're gonna steal one of his flannels now if you go on a trip outside of the valley, because it's only fair.

payback, keene !

one of your arms are wrapped securely around his waist, your free hand slides up into his hair, absentmindedly playing with his hair. you're just taking him in, inhaling when he exhales, exhaling when he inhales. you're scarily in-tune with him on a level that makes everyone's heads spin. you wouldn't have it any other way. you're breathless & a little dizzy from lack of oxygen, lips red, face dusted pink, anticipation heating your blood up. your soul is set alight every single time you look at him. you pull back from him just a little bit, even if every instinct inside of your overheating body screams at you to go back to kissing him.

❝ m-missed you, robby. you're not allowed to leave me for that long. like, ever again. i think i-i drove miguel crazy. ❞ you joke lightly, biting down on your lower lip to stop a pleased groan when he starts kissing your neck in response. that little shit. you immediately melt against him like he'd just flipped a switch inside of you, eyes sliding closed. you tilt your head to the side, a thousand emotions crowding your mind. you love him so fucking much. you need him to continue. your pulse is racing, warm, trembling hands moving up to wrap around his shoulders. but you don't push him away, you pull him into you. ❝ please... ❞

your eyes widen in surprise when you feel him starting to leave love bites on your neck - good surprise, a feeling that sets your blood on fire. responsively, your nails bite lightly into his skin. you're positive he can tell how fast your pulse is racing right now, & you cut off a soft, choked moan before it can fully pass your lips.

❝ w-woah there, ❞ you joke lightly, an instinct more than it is intentional, face flushing a dark shade of red. your brain feels a little fried right now, or like a wire or two got crossed. your blood feels red-hot in your body, causing you to squirm slightly, whining softly ( ...oops ) , your head is spinning, your hands are still on his shoulders, & you want more. desire is burning you from the inside out, supernova bright. ❝ my love, are you... you sure you wanna keep going down this road ? ❞ you're all for it, obviously, but you're already a fucking mess. if it continues... well, he'll be there to pick up the pieces. it's all you want, now. ( you blame how quickly you're falling apart on the fact that you haven't seen him in a few days. like you mentioned earlier: you're determined to make up for lost time. )

[desolateice]

This would’ve been chapter 91 and the start of chapter 92 for Root Beer Floats and Green Tea. Like I said before, originally I’d written a lot in this section and then scrapped it. Some of it may be familiar because I did reuse parts and I am kind of bummed because I feel like I enjoyed a lot of the cobra interactions here. But I went a different direction when I published. You can read the previous to chapters (what would’ve been chapter 89 and chapter 90 here)

It was morning and Daniel had to find Johnny and explain everything asap. He looked through the garden, in the kitchen, the bathroom, all throughout the house and then hurried out into the lot. There was a black car sitting out front and a man was putting Johnny's things into the trunk. He shut the trunk.

"Hey what are you doing? That's Johnny's," Daniel said.

"Yeah, whole point," said a familiar voice behind him and Daniel spun.

Chozen brushed past him, holding the bonsai that he careful put into the darkened back seat. Johnny was in there, Daniel knew it he just couldn't see him. Couldn't find those blue eyes in the darkness.

"What are you doing here?"

"You broke up with him," Chozen said.

"I didn't-"

"Breaking up, like knife, don't say it if don't mean it, don't hold knife if don't plan to use it," Chozen said shutting the door and leaning against it, blocking Daniel from Johnny.

"You didn't use your knife," Daniel said.

"I did, not to hurt, motivate. So now I come and get Johnny-san. Take somewhere safer. Somewhere peaceful and quiet. Johnny-san like Okinawa, take to Okinawa. Far from your," Chozen waved his hand in a circle towards Daniel. "danger."

Daniel stepped forward, "Just let me talk to him."

"Change mind too late, should've caught self before saying it."

"I don't want him to get hurt,"

"Too late."

"You hurt him too!"

"Accident. You led him straight to enemy. Straight to Kreese. Didn't fight back, didn't fight for him," Chozen pushed off the car and pointed a finger at Daniel. "I warned you. You didn't listen. I said You take Johnny-san into dojo, but not defeat his enemies. They will come back. Must squash like bugs. His enemies will become yours. Old sensei will come back, bite harder. I was right. Came back. Bit harder. Hurt Johnny-san."

"I didn't mean to. I was learning how to keep him safe."

"And instead became a cobra. Left your dojo and joined other dojo. Betrayed dojo. Betrayed Miyagi. Betrayed Johnny-san. Worst of all betrayed self," Chozen said shaking his head.

"I just wanted to go somewhere else to practice-"

"Excuse. Silver stroked your ego. Thought maybe false things were real. Stranger saw promise. But you're a coward and stranger lied. Silver lied. Learned nothing."

Daniel stepped closer, "I learned plenty."

"How to destroy enemies? It's not Miyagi sensei's way. Did not befriend either. Failed. Failed Johnny-san. Nearly died. Yet you think you should keep him?"

"Yes!" Daniel said. "I was tricked. I was upset because I was scared. I owe him an apology and thanks for- for coming when he did and I'll learn. I'll learn how to stop Kreese next time."

Chozen let out a mirthless laugh. "Did not even try, and think next time, there will not be a next time," He turned and opened the back door.

"Wait," Daniel said rushing forward, heart pounding, if Chozen left with Johnny he'd never see him again.

"Don't worry," Chozen said. "I will treat Johnny-san like prince. Live happy life. Just away from you. Like you wanted."

The door shut and the car drove off.

Daniel ran to the Ford to try and get it started, to give chase, to get Johnny back. But his keys kept slipping out of his hands, he couldn't find them under his seat. He cursed and cursed and tried again and again.

"Daniel, bud, you should wake up," Jimmy said.

Daniel's eyes flicked open and he looked around. Tommy and Jimmy were sitting up in the bed, a warm hand on Daniel's shoulder. Tommy was looking at him worried.

Daniel jumped up and out of the bed. There was no way in hell he was letting Chozen take Johnny away. He darted out of the room ignoring the calls after him. In the garden was a tent.

Johnny. He ran through the grass, it was unzipped and there were beer bottles outside of it that he stepped around. He didn't know what to say, standing awkwardly in the morning dew covered grass.

Fuck it.

He went in, there was a little bit of space between Johnny and Dutch so he wiggled in. Sitting with his legs crossed.

Johnny was holding his bonsai carefully on his chest.

He'd just talk. So he did. Explained meeting Silver. Straight from the start. How he worried about Barnes getting Johnny because Johnny always got hurt, and Daniel was worried it was his fault, his fault that Johnny was getting hurt. He'd seen Johnny get choked by Kreese in the parking lot after the tournament and hadn't done anything. And he should've. And then Chozen. Chozen had hurt him too, had put that knife to Johnny's throat and yeah maybe the guys mentioned that was fake, but the fear was still there. Fear that the next person would succeed. And he had tried to think the best of Silver because he'd known what it was like to loose someone you cared about and he didn't want to loose Johnny.

"Daniel," Dutch groaned slapping Daniel's back. "Quieter man, my brain is gonna leak out of my ears."

Daniel glanced back outside at the bottles sitting out in the grass. Smelled the beer in the air. He lowered his voice. He wasn't going to stop though.

He had thought some of what Silver had said made sense. It was a bit violent but it made sense. Went over those three rules again. They were worse than Cobra Kai. And yeah, that was fucked, he couldn't believe he'd joined Cobra Kai. But he wasn't a full member. He hadn't paid for classes. He'd really just gone to use their dojo because he couldn't keep his hands off of Johnny when they sparred.

"Oh god," Bobby groaned grabbing the blanket and pulling it up over his head.

"If you're praying over there oh holy father, pray for my hangover," Dutch said.

Daniel scooted a little closer to Johnny as he spoke. He'd gotten so much better. He let people touch him again. Let people touch his neck. Didn't run off if something came near his neck. Could handle hugs, and so much more. Tears filled Daniel's eyes. But because of him, because of Daniel they were back to square one. Kreese had tried to kill Johnny again. And Daniel had once again done nothing. He hadn't saved him. He'd wanted to learn how to get stronger to keep Johnny safe. So that there wouldn't be monsters out there in the darkness to get him. So that the next person wouldn't go after him because like when you supposedly are supposed to scare a bear you pretend you're bigger? Well Daniel was just going to be stronger and scarier so they left Johnny alone. And he'd failed. He'd failed horribly. He'd let Silver get in his head and he'd let Kreese get to Johnny. He was so stupid and he was so sorry. He didn't want to break up with Johnny he just didn't want him to get hurt because of Daniel anymore and he'd failed at keeping Johnny safe.

"Does this mean we can't throw Johnny into the pond?" Dutch asked.

Bobby sighed. "I mean I'd feel better if we could throw Johnny in the pond."

"No one is throwing me in the pond," Johnny said.

Daniel leaned forward, over him. "I-I didn't mean to say that. I was so damn scared. But I'm going to beat Mike Barnes and send Silver and Kreese packing and I'll keep you safe. If-If you'll still have me."

Johnny shifted the bonsai carefully off of his chest, blue eyes looking up at him and reached up to brush away Daniel's tears and cupping the side of his face, thumb brushing over his cheek.

"Do you really want to fight Barnes?" Johnny asked softly.

"Yes," Daniel said grabbing Johnny's hand and holding it to his face. "I think it's the only thing that will stop them."

"Dutch," Johnny began.

"Yes," Dutch groaned.

"I didn't even ask anything yet," Johnny whispered. "Mind chaperoning?"

"You mean cockblocking so you two actually spar and don't act like some nature documentary bullshit?"

"Yeah, something like that," Johnny said softly.

He let go of the side of Daniel's face and Daniel nearly grabbed it back, his heart still pounding, still panicking.

Johnny held out his arm. Daniel curled up next to him, pressing in close.

"How about a deal?" Johnny asked.

"A deal?"

"We both worry about the other. Want to keep the other safe," Johnny said. "I feel better about Kreese. So when we destroy Cobra Kai, you can take him. I'll take out Silver."

Daniel pressed his cheek against Johnny's chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beat, and wrapping his arms around him.

"We have each others backs instead, like the balance wheel," Johnny whispered, arm coming around him.

"I will, but you- you don't want to break up with me? You don't want to run?" Daniel whispered because he couldn't calm down until they got this out in the open.

"No," Johnny said. "I'm tired of running. I like being...I like-"

Johnny turned rolling onto his side looking at Daniel, arms wrapping gently around him. "I like spending time with you. I like the way you take your favorite mug from me when I make coffee in the morning with both hands and hold it up to your face and breathe in it, and how sometimes you don't seem like you're really awake until that moment. I like how you hum and sing while you cook sometimes and dance, and the way when you're driving you get so distracted when you're talking by the signs we see along the road that remind you of other things. I like the way you hold my hand and I don't want to let that go."

"I'm sorry Johnny, for saying that, for-"

"You were scared."

"Still."

"You'll just have to make it up to me."

"Anything," Daniel breathed.

"One billion kisses," Johnny said.

Bobby and Dutch groaned on either side of them.

"A billion huh? That's, that's a lot."

"Problem Daniel?"

There was that playful spark. The little bit of mischievousness. The panic in his heart quelled.

Daniel licked his lips. "I've got a lot of work to do." He leaned in kissing Johnny.

"You two idiots do know that if the goal is to spar and not be horny messes, that this is going to lead to the exact opposite of that, right?" Bobby asked.

"I'm the one stuck with them, while you're off at college," Dutch complained.

"You're birthday gifts for the rest of your lives are just going to be Chap-stick."

"Not that lip gloss all the girls like?"

"Hey, oh, I guess things went well?"

"Please be quieter Jimmy."

"Why are you two still in here, like isn't that a bad idea with... you know?"

"My head would prefer if I didn't venture out into the sunlight yet."

"So we're suffering, on like multiple fronts."

"Poor boys. Can't believe you didn't share the damn beer."

"So everything is better?"

"No, we were really looking forward to our plan."

"Which was?"

"Put Johnny in a tight white t-shirt and short grey gym shorts he'd wear at school and throw him in the pond."

“Oh, that is a good idea."

"Yeah but he requested a billion kisses, so this is like the rest of their life."

"That's- you know I don't know if that's sweet or just overkill."

"Right?"

Daniel pulled away.

"So do we have a deal?" Johnny asked.

Daniel's brows furrowed.

"We take them down together. You fight in the tournament if you want to and we train until then. You train here and Dutch or I guess Jessica can buffer, or heck we can go to my mom's and she can buffer-"

"Oh god," Daniel said, the thought of sparring in front of Ms. Lawrence was scary. "Johnny, I mean Mr. Miyagi said he'd train me, it's-"

Daniel stopped Johnny was trying to repair the damage between them with a carefully laid out bridge and Daniel was jumping on it, testing it's strength already.

"It'd be nice to have both," he said softly.

"And I'll take care of other things. We see Kreese, you can fight him if you want. I see Silver, I'll take care of that."

"Take care of-?"

"I won't kill him."

"That wasn't what i was worried about, he's dangerous Johnny."

"So am I."

Johnny was dangerous? Since when? That first semester Daniel would've barely believed it if he'd had to do a line up of who was most dangerous it would've been Silver and Barnes, then Chozen, and last would've been Johnny. He barely sent up the register in comparison to a scheming monster like Silver. Someone who tried to befriend him only to destroy him, who tried to teach him in a way that actively hurt him, a guy who Daniel had to keep telling that he could stretch on his own and didn't need help. A guy who stalked him.

He worried what would've happened if he'd gone in there without friends. With only Jessica and Miyagi, without people telling him that he didn't need to be treated badly. That it wasn't normal. That it wasn't okay. It would've been worse. It was still bad, but he would've actively sought out Mr. Silver's teachings. Would've let him help him stretch and that sent revulsion through him.

Johnny looked serious and it reminded him of Ms. Lawrence. The look she'd had at their table the first time they'd had dinner together with his mom, in tears but so pissed off. He looked a little hurt but also so damn pissed off.

 Johnny pushed himself up slowly.

"Give me time," Johnny said. "And I'll take care of it."

"What do you need?" Bobby asked.

"I'll let you know," Johnny said looking back at him, then his eyes going over the guys. "Just be on stand-by if that's okay?"

"Of course."

Johnny held his hand out to Daniel.

"Is that okay? Is that a deal?"

"Are we okay?" Daniel asked taking Johnny's hand.

"We're on our way there," Johnny said softly.

And now that he could see him better he caught the somewhat puffy red rimmed eyes. Johnny hadn't slept. Had been crying. Daniel's heart ached. That was his fault.

 "How's it feel to be an ex-cobra?"

There was a little teasing in there and Daniel knew he was trying to make Daniel feel better, trying to show he was okay but he'd been hurt. Daniel pulled on that hand holding his, pulling Johnny into his arms. He held him close, fingers in Johnny's hair and felt Johnny's arms wrap around him.

"I'm going to tell Mr. Miyagi that his adopted mongoose tried on a cobra costume for nearly 2 months."

"Huh?"

"I guess it's an inside joke between Mr. Miyagi and I," Johnny said. "He'll probably laugh."

Daniel ran one of his hands down Johnny's back. He'd practice. He'd win. He'd get rid of Cobra Kai once and for all. The ghostly traces of his nightmare whispered in his head and he frowned.

"If Chozen showed up you wouldn't just leave with him would you? Like you wouldn't get into some strange black car and just leave right?"

Johnny pushed back and Daniel thought about tightening his arms so he couldn't, so he could keep Johnny in his arms but he didn't and let his arms slide, brush across him as he moved back.

"Nightmare?" Tommy asked.

"Daniel had a nightmare last night we think, so it was probably that."

"I want to stay here with you," Johnny said gently cupping the sides of Daniel's face in his hands. "For as long as possible."

--- [This was then the start of the next chapter]----

Sometimes Daniel got overwhelmed. Johnny knew that. He'd remembered the last time he'd gone to Jimmy's family bar, how worried he got every time he got hurt. Remembered Bobby talking to him about how worried he got about Daniel and how it'd taken time to remember that Daniel had still won, and kept doing kick ass things and would probably be fine.

They took the van to Bobby's house, Dutch complaining so Jimmy drove, muttering about why no one ever invited him to the drunken heart to hearts. About how he always had to take care of everyone else. Daniel seemed to be wavering by his side between wanting to touch him and not. Johnny turned to him.

"Do you remember when you got hurt the first time in Okinawa? When Chozen kicked you in the stomach while we were out at night? I was getting beni imo?"

"Yeah," Daniel said.

Now that he'd gotten everything he'd wanted to say off his chest he was so quiet.

"Do you remember how I barely touched you when bandaging you up? I was so scared I'd hurt you more. I was so panicked. Like with your knee. I spent a good couple of months, especially in New York, worried about your knee. Was there something on the ground that you might trip over? What if while you were talking and showing us around you missed the step off the sidewalk? Or if a biker wasn't paying attention and bumped into you? But then when you kept getting hurt and I was nearby and couldn't protect you because I didn't see it happen or I was too far away or heck, knocked unconscious, I felt awful. But I remember a lot from that first night I tried to bandage you up. I told you I felt bad that I hadn't been there and you'd asked me if I wanted us both to be beaten and bruised. And then I called Bobby. I pretty much broke down over the phone to him and he told me I couldn't always be watching you and trying to keep you safe. He made me practice my breathing and told me to not beat myself over it. Told me you'd get hurt and I wouldn't be able to protect you. Asked if I was going to get upset every time you got a paper cut. Reminded me that you could take a hit. I mulled it over, and I still worry, but it no longer is that same level. Like it's not overwhelming," Johnny said softly. "So...are you going to get upset every time I get a paper cut?"

"I-"

"You saw when we went to the mountains how frequently I hurt my hands right?"

"Yeah-"

"My point, Daniel, is that you will exhaust yourself worrying about me. You gotta trust me. And I know that's scary. I know that it's hard to not be overwhelmed with everything going on, with Silver being a manipulative bastard, trust me that I won't let this end well for him. Let me help you. Let me stay by your side, not just behind you, unless we're back to back to fight, like on the wheel," Johnny took a breath, pulling his eyes away from Daniel and down at the carpet of Dutch's van. "And just give me time. I know you're panicking about yesterday, on like multiple levels, and I'll be honest, okay? It hurt. Kreese scared the shit out of me. I wasn't expecting him to be there. And I was mad at myself for not noticing him. And I'm sure when I closed my eyes it scared the shit out of you. But Mr. Miyagi taught me what to do and that's what I'm doing. And yeah I'd rather not see him again if I can help it, but I feel better knowing I can get out of that move. That I didn't freeze up this time. I didn't give up. Because I won't give up Daniel. I know you want me to run and be safe. But I don't want to run anymore."

Johnny sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I planned to run all the time before. I planned all these places I would run. I'd go here or there if Sid got too bad. If the bullies got too mean. If you didn't forgive me, if you told me to leave. But I don't want to run. I want to stay. And that means digging my feet into the dirt and fighting back when people come for us. And that means I'm going to get hurt. But it's progress in a different way. A different type of healing. I'm not digging my feet into the dirt to fight like cobra kai, like Kreese wanted me to. I'm fighting because I have things worth fighting for. Things I like. Things I want to keep and help them grow and flourish. I'm not asking you to not worry. I think that's impossible for anyone. My mom worries, Mr. Miyagi worries, the guys worry, your mom worries, I think everyone worries. But know that I'm not going to run away from you or leave you for trusting the wrong people or bringing Kreese back into my life. I like you Daniel I'm not going anywhere, even though that hurt like hell. So just, trust that if something's wrong I'll tell you, or like ask. Please don't jump straight for the game over button."

His eyes stung a little but Daniel's hand took his.

"I thought I'd been getting better about it. But whenever I see you hurt, I get scared and angry and it's overwhelming. I shouldn't have said that, shouldn't have put it on the table because I didn't want it, but I was so scared that you might die because I let Kreese back in and I started panicking. I was also so mad at myself. Twice now with Kreese," Daniel said softly. "But, you are right."

One of Daniel's hands found Johnny's cheek and gently turned his face towards him, he'd taken his seat belt off and was leaning close, cupping the side of his face, thumb on Johnny's lower lip. "I am proud of you. Impressed. It was very cool to watch you flip Kreese onto the ground. Very brave," His leaned forward kissing him.

"Daniel seat belt! You two can tongue later when I'm not driving!" Jimmy called from the front.

"How can you even see from all the way up there?" Daniel called back with a pout, pulling away and putting his seat belt back on.

"Because I can see you in the damn rear view mirror, why you thought you were safe from view? I can seem most of you idiots, including those two who can barely function because they drank too much."

"Please just shut up," Dutch groaned.

"Invite me next time and I'll be nicer."

"Bastard."

"You're so lucky I don't turn on your damn radio. Do you remember how loud you normally keep it?"

"Evil."

Jimmy laughed turning onto the road into the Hills.

Daniel was holding his hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand, and they were moving past where the mansion used to be and that was weird. He hadn't been on this side of the Valley in awhile. They stopped at Bobby's and they got out of the van.

Johnny wanted to stay in the back, to curl up and take a nap, but Daniel was pulling him along, into the house and through the familiar halls to where the kids sat in the experimental testing kitchen. One was dressed as a dragon the other a witch, they jumped up and charged straight into Bobby who groaned at the loud shriek of his name. He sunk down next to them giving them a hug but the dragon stole his sun glasses.

"Mom! Bobby's hungover!"

"Brat," Bobby hissed, no bite to it, mostly pain.

"How old is your brother again?" Mrs. Brown asked.

The witch wrinkled her nose. "Ancient?"

"Hey," Bobby said.

"90?" the dragon asked.

"If Bobby is 90 how old do you think we are?" Mr. Brown asked.

"25," the witch said with a big smile.

Mr. Brown laughed. "Oh, you flatterer."

"Dad," Bobby whined.

"You know where the aspirin is."

"Want some?" Bobby asked Johnny.

"Yeah."

The witch and dragon turned on Johnny. "Are you also hungover?"

"Do I look hungover?" Johnny asked crouching down next to them.

"You look tired."

"And sad."

"But that's normal for you."

Johnny laughed softly. "So is this you testing your first Halloween costumes of the year?"

"Yes," the witch said spinning.

"I'm not sure about this one," the dragon said picking up his tail. "Think people will step on it?"

"Hmm, well you have time."

"What are you going to be? A skeleton again?"

"I don't know. We've been a bit busy."

"Dating?" the dragon asked with a frown.

"Well Daniel's been training and we've been running the bonsai shop," Johnny said.

"Being old sounds boring."

"I like boring," Johnny said then leaned towards them a little closer. He dropped his voice down low. "But we got into a fight yesterday. A karate fight."

"Where?"

"Cobra Kai dojo."

"Why'd you go back there? Isn't it dangerous?"

"Bobby said it was dangerous."

"Daniel was there. I went to go get him."

They turned their gaze to Daniel. "Why'd you go to Cobra Kai? It's dangerous!"

Daniel held up his hands. "I got tricked."

"By a demon?"

"Or a fairy?"

"An elf?"

"An old witch?"

The guys had walked off to sit at the counter and talk to Mr. and Mrs. Brown and Bobby gave Johnny a glass of water and some aspirin that he took. It'd help with his splitting headache at least.

"Demon might be accurate," Daniel said bitterly.

"I like old witch," Johnny said.

"Did you win?"

"Yes, this time," Johnny said.

"Is there going to be another time?" the dragon asked.

"I'm going to fight in the tournament, so hopefully that ends it," Daniel said.

"Aren't you too old?"

"Someone erased his age on the forms," Johnny said, pushing himself up and heading into the kitchen, helping them back onto their stools to wait for what their parents were going to set out.

"How old do they think he is now?" the witch asked.

"16," Johnny said.

"How old is he?"

"18," Daniel said.

"Same age as me, I'm not 19, you little terrors."

"Oh! Mom Dad can we be terrors for Halloween?"

Bobby groaned.

"What makes a terror?" Mrs. Brown asked setting a pile of cupcakes and treats out.

"You want to be gory? Like a zombie?" Mr. Brown asked.

"Or like a different kind of terror? Taxes?" Jimmy asked.

"Oral presentations?" Tommy asked.

"Pop quizzes?" Dutch asked.

"Those are boring," the witch complained.

Johnny took a cupcake off the tray with two little red marks in the icing like it'd been bitten by a vampire and was bleeding. He studied it while the guys went around again saying common mundane fears while the kids complained and he bit in. It was full of a red strawberry liquid. It tasted good but it was messy.

"Okay, too much strawberry filling," Mrs. Brown writing down her note.

"I always thought vampires looked a little too clean, but that is what I'd expect a vampire to look like, just covered in blood," Tommy said with a soft laugh.

Johnny sighed looking for a napkin and turning to find Daniel.

"Stay still," he said wiping off the blood off of his chin with his thumb.

"You okay?" Johnny asked.

Daniel blinked, focused with making sure he'd gotten it all before brown eyes met blue.

"I know this is fake," he said softly, before licking his thumb.

They tried more. Bits of other cupcakes, cookies, little gravestone parfaits with little shovels and chocolate bones that felt a little weird, but the kids loved it. They were shown the designs of candied apples and sliced them so they could taste the glaze and the dips and tell them which ones work and Johnny started to think that maybe going from a night of no sleep and beer was rough. Even if it was followed by a simple breakfast of rice and fish with Mr. Miyagi looking worried between Daniel and Johnny but not saying anything, nodding kind of relieved when he saw Daniel gently take Johnny's hand. Bobby had invited him to come along but he'd declined. Wanted to work on bonsai.

Add sugar on top of all of that and he felt awful. His head hurt. Whatever he'd done to hold himself together was unraveling and unraveling fast. Like he was a cartoon mummy and someone had just taken off in a run past him with a strip of the bandage and he was about to become a pile of dust.

A warm hand sat on his shoulder and then gently guided him off the stool.

"You gonna be sick?" Daniel asked softly. He gently led Johnny through the hall and to Bobby's room. "Maybe you should get some sleep."

"I'm fine."

"See this time? That is a total lie," Daniel said with a laugh.

Johnny laid down on Bobby’s bed.

 He'd heard Daniel talking to Bobby and Mr. and Mrs. Brown but he hadn't paid attention because he'd felt so awful. The bed dipped and after a moment Johnny peeks up. Daniel is sitting with his back against Bobby's headboard with his legs crossed and a pillow on his lap. He pats it gently and Johnny pushes himself up to sink face first into the pillow.

Daniel's fingers immediately go into his hair, gently soothing circles.

"Are you-" Johnny swallows looking out at Bobby's comic book collection, he shut his eyes. "sure you don't want to break up?"

The fingers in his hair still.

"No, I don't want to. I didn't want to when I said it."

"Did I scare you, like me fighting, did that scare you?"

The fingers began to move again. "No."

"You're not still scared of me? Like even a little? Like worried that I'll-that there's something wrong with me?"

Daniel leaned over and gently kissed the side of Johnny's temple. "You don't scare me in the least. Not any more. Not for a long time. I was scared for you. Kreese appearing like that and getting to you before I could terrified me. Chozen also appeared out of nowhere behind you. But you fighting him didn't scare me."

"You weren't worried I'd over do it?"

"I thought I would over do it."

"But you didn't-"

"I was really tempted, I nearly did something I'm sure I would've regretted if the guys hadn't arrived when they did."

Johnny wrapped his arm around the pillow, around Daniel's leg under it, blinking away the tears that had appeared again.

"I should've told you earlier, about Terry Silver teaching Barnes and Cobra Kai. I knew, and I didn't tell you-" Johnny said.

"I didn't tell you either."

"But I knew. I knew that the things you said after my fight with Barnes sounded like Cobra Kai. I knew that and I shouldn't have just ignored all your injuries."

"You didn't ignore them," Daniel said softly leaning back over Johnny and gently brushing his cheek with his thumb. "You patched me up every single time, stayed with me, read to me, said things I needed to hear. If you'd had asked I don't think I would have told you. I was so determined to get stronger so that I could protect you. And the way Mr. Silver had talked about it. I felt like I was betraying everyone for trying to study somewhere else. I wanted to keep sparring for fun with you, to let it lead wherever it led, but I also wanted to continue to prepare and he said he'd be there no strings attached and I wanted to believe that. But he also had such bad teaching methods and everyone who did meet him, or who I talked about it with told me to run. Even your mom."

"You told my mom?"

"She told me to be careful. But I was so terrified that I was making all the wrong choices. I got all twisted up and confused because what he said he said with such conviction and with actions to back it up that I fell for it. I had to try and escape and face it head on. And I'm glad you were there. I just...you getting hurt was everything I'd been terrified of happening happening. Like the nightmare I feared right in front of me and I didn't act. I couldn't act and I'm so sorry Johnny."

Johnny twisted back to look up at him. He looked like he was about to cry again.

"You didn't know Kreese was there," Johnny said softly.

Daniel looked like he was struggling to say something and he leaned down and kissed Johnny instead.

When he pulled back the glassy look was gone from his eyes.

"I also need to talk to you about something else."

"Okay."

"We're doing okay at the shop. Which means we can pay you, I- how do you want to be paid?"

"In kisses," Johnny said.

Daniel laughed. "Johnny I already owe you a billion kisses, I'm going to drown in kissing debt if I also pay you in kisses."

"You're smart," Johnny said rolling over again onto his side and yawning. "You'll figure it out."

"Figure it out? I meant did you want to be paid by a check or cash. How much is each kiss worth? Are different kisses worth different amounts? Like a peck how much is that worth versus like a long slow french kiss? Does it lose value if it's too messy or does it gain value? What if I kiss like your hand? or neck? What if it's a hickey leaving kiss? How much is that one worth?"

Johnny shut his eyes listening to Daniel ramble as he tried to figure out the worth of a kiss and how much he owed Johnny in back pay, adding and subtracting from that billion. He fell asleep somewhere when Daniel whined that he'd never be out of this debt and then realizing, "Oh, that's the point isn't it?" with a soft laugh and pulling one of the throw blankets folded up on Bobby's bed over Johnny's shoulders and rubbing his back. "At the amount of debt I owe my ghost is going to still be in kissing debt."

[youalexturnermeon]

Warm Beer and Cold Women Pt.3 (Johnny Lawrence x Reader)

Part 1

Part 2

Request: Hi! I absolutely love your work and I was wondering if I could get a Cobra Kai Johnny imagine where the reader is a bartender and starts crushing on him since he’s a regular and he flirts with her all the time and she pretends to hate it but she actually loves it? by Anon

A/N: Before you read you should know that I adjusted the timeline a little, all mistakes in the timeline that you are noticing are on purpose. Also I decided to let johnny keep his black Cobra Kai car in that one. Then I’m perfectly aware of the fact that I lowkey drifted away from the actual request but don’t worry, I’m coming back to that. It’s the second last part to this little series. Enjoy.

Warnings: badass reader, drinking, DUI, swearing, ANGST, a little fluff

Wordcount: 2650

"Jesus Christ, (Y/N), thank god you're finally here!" was the first thing you heard from Jenny as soon as you set foot into the bar for yet another late shift on a boring Thursday night.

"We've been waiting for you for hours!" Jenny said and grabbed your arm dragging you further inside. You were staggered, "What the fuck, Jen, I'm not even late, I know I was yesterday but I'm perfectly on time today! Look," you pointed towards a clock on the wall "8 pm sharp."

"Jesus, don't you ever check your phone?" she went on ignoring you. And as a matter of fact, you didn't. You trashed it a couple of days ago as a result of a drunk rage after another shift without your favourite regular. That's why you've been borrowing your colleague’s phone to call yourself an Uber home. But that was still not helping you understand why you were needed so much. Apparently, the bar was waiting for your arrival since the opening at last. In the distance, behind the almost empty counter you saw the staff door opening and Kenny making his way to you in a quick pace.

"She's is here!" Jenny called out to him as if he wasn't able to see that for himself.

"Finally."

"What the fuck?" you asked again, trying to think of all the things you could've done wrong in the past weeks, but you couldn't find any. You never messed up a drink, you always locked the doors, you even cleaned the puke in the men's bathroom. "Am I in trouble?"

Kenny shook his head, you looked at him quizzically.

"It's about your boyfriend," Jenny helped him out answering. You almost blurted out 'He's not my boyfriend' as it was already on the tip of your tongue because you were so deeply conditioned to say that. But when your glance skipped over the almost empty seats by the counter again, your heart suddenly skipped a beat and when it was back at keeping you alive it started beating so hard against your ribs as if it was about to burst. Johnny was back.

"He's been here since we opened at 5," Kenny said, sounding a little annoyed "He's drunk off his ass, came in drunk already, and refuses to leave until he sees you. We tried to throw him out but he's one persistent motherfucker and lowkey aggressive, muttering your name saying he needs to talk to you and nobody else."

"Yeah, maybe you should go and talk to him" Jenny affirmed. But you were already on your way. Without a word you almost stormed over.

At first you wouldn't have noticed him. He didn't look like himself, sitting there on his regular seat at the end, head hanging, covered by his hands. He looked rough.

The two weeks he didn't show himself, you almost started hating him. You thought him to be like any other man on earth who, after they broke you, finally got you to get soft towards them, waking your interest after hundreds of times trying, just disappeared without a trace. First you were blaming yourself, asking yourself if you went too far with your little game of pretend, whilst still waiting every day for him.  Had it been too much for him saving you the other day and getting his face bashed in for you? You wished he'd come and tell you what a bitch he thought you were to your face. Then you despised him for giving you up so quickly. But as soon as you laid eyes on him all these negative thoughts disappeared, and you were just concerned. Concerned about his condition, only the question inside your head how on earth you, a simple barkeeper, were able to help him with that. You grabbed a bottle of whisky and simply headed to the other side of the counter, not standing in front but sitting next to him this time. The worst about it, he didn't even take notice of you at first.

"Johnny," you said softly placing a hand on his arm. Like being electrocuted by this touch, he winced but finally looked up. You almost gasped at his appearance. Normally he was always clean shaven, now he looked like hadn't shaved in days. Besides that, he was also hurt. At first you thought his injuries might still be from his encounter with the three men that were bothering you, but the scratches and bruises were fresh, and a band aid was sticking to his forehead that wasn't needed before. Johnny blankly stared at you from his bloodshot eyes and you suddenly felt the urge to hug him. But you resisted, first you had to get him to talk. Instead, you grabbed two of the glasses in front of Johnny uncorked the bottle of whisky and poured you one. You took a sip of the burning liquid hoping for some courage to miraculously appear as you watched Johnny silently drinking, too.

Kenny walked by on the way back to his office, judgingly eyeing you.

"Damn, I have to start taking all the booze you're drinking here from your paycheck, (Y/N), slow the fuck down, would you?" he said sighing with one foot already inside. Out of a sudden Johnny snapped.

"Jesus Kenny, don't wet your precious leather pants," he shouted out, slamming his glass on the counter "I'm gonna pay for it! Let a girl enjoy her drink for once" Some heads turned in your direction.

You held still for a second and didn't dare to breathe, afraid of another fight to happen since normally Kenny didn't allow anybody talk to him like that. But he simply shook his head and closed the door behind him, muttering something like "This girl actually has to work here, but whatever" leaving you alone with Johnny.

"You look hot, as always," he said trying to smile, yet the smile didn't reach his sad eyes. He almost looked like he's been crying.

"And you look like shit."

"You mean that?" he gestured at his face noticing your gaze upon his massive black eye. You nodded.

"That's nothing."

"What happened, Johnny?" you asked but he did not answer and just kept on sitting in silence, sipping his drink from time to time. Then, after what seemed like forever, he finally looked you straight in the eyes.

"I fucked up, (Y/N), that's what happened, I fucked up big time."

"Tell me!"

"As if you give two shits about it, you probably wouldn't care. You fucking despise me and my sorry ass."

"I do care!"

“Nah, you wouldn’t!”

You sprung off your seat, you did not expect that coming out of his mouth, also it hurt to hear him say that, because you really did care about him! You probably cared about him more than anything in your life at the moment. But if he was going to be a bitch to you so were you.

“Well, don’t waste my fucking time then!” you exclaimed “And stop annoying everyone that you need to see talk to me instead of fucking off. I can gladly leave you all by yourself so you can keep on pitying yourself. Nice seeing you, jerk!”

And you were about to storm off, go back to pretending to work just like you did every other day when there was nothing else to do, when you instantly heard a “(Y/N), wait!”

You turned around and saw Johnny, now more miserable than ever, showing at your seat inviting you to sit back down. You swallowed your pride and did so.

“I’m sorry,” he said “I just can’t believe that someone would actually give a shit about me at all. And I did want to talk to you, I still do. You’re the only one I want to see right now.” “Then tell me what’s going on.”

“There’s this kid,” he started sighed and stopped, then took another sip of his whisky and began again “I have a dojo in a strip mall, I’m a sensei,” “What’s that?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself and you felt stupid. Johnny looked at you, completely staggered, forgetting his pain for a moment. Proving you that it was in fact a probably very stupid question.

“It’s a Karate place, I teach Karate there.”

“Go on.”

“I have a shit ton of nerds that I teach but they’re mostly good kids, they got bullied a lot before, but I helped them, I showed them how to kick ass, so no one dares to fuck with them anymore. There’s this one kid, Miguel, I’ve been teaching him since the beginning, he actually gave me the idea to open a dojo, he begged me to and he’s a great kid, he really grew on me. He lives next door with his mom and grandma, they’re great people, Mexicans. I even learned a bit of Spanish from them. And I’ve been hanging out a lot with him lately. I really, really liked him.”

He rubbed his eyes and stopped talking.

“What do you mean you liked him?” you asked carefully and studied Johnny’s face that he covered with his hands again.

“There’s more to the story. There’s another dojo in town, fucking Miyagi-Do. Of course, you can’t expect only one dojo to be there in L.A but how I wish that at least that one wouldn’t exist. The sensei is a twat. I fucking hate this guy. And his kids started fighting with my kids at school and not like throwing some punches at each other and leaving it be after somebody starts crying. No, they started a fucking Karate War at school. I mean, I get it, when I was their age I also took Karate way too seriously but letting it go this far? I don’t know, I can’t really understand that. It got out of hand real quick two weeks ago.”

“Fuck, did something bad happen?” you wondered and poured yourself and Johnny another whisky.

He nodded and stared into the distance. You waited for him to answer.

“There was a fight two weeks ago and apparently it got really bad. Miguel got kicked off a balcony at school, he fell two stories deep, spine-first onto a handrail.” You gasped. You school also had problems with fighting, a lot to be precise but as far as you knew, no one got kicked off from somewhere.

“He’s been in a coma now for two weeks and they say that the chances of waking up from a coma after two weeks are pretty miserable. He might as well be dead by now.”

“It’s gonna be fine,” you said although not knowing shit about coma, you just wanted t comfort Johnny. You could not stand seeing him so broken you even wished he would go back to his old nature again, hitting on you, joking and just having a good time “He’s probably going to wake up soon and go back to Karate again.”  

“You don’t know that!” Johnny said raising his voice, “He broke his fucking spine, (Y/N), even if he wakes up, he’s probably going to be crippled for his whole life.”

He took a deep breath and drank his whisky at once, grunting at the burning feeling in his throat.

“And now my own kid is in fucking juvie for kicking Miguel of a railing and he won’t even talk to me!”

“Wait, you have a kid?” you wondered and stared at Johnny wide-eyed, not knowing what else to say, this was surely a surprise for you. And Johnny went on with his rant.

“Yeah, Robby, he’s 17. But that doesn’t matter now, does it? He’s locked up, doesn’t want to hear a word from me, but that’s okay,” his voice was cynical, you could hear how much despised himself right in the moment and it was painful to see.

“I’ve been a shit father anyways, right? Every single day of his life I’ve been failing him. I wasn’t around much. I did nothing to keep him out of trouble. If so, I only made it worse, I only pushed him to train with Miyagi-Do and what happened to Miguel is all on me.” Despite calming himself down with a drink, Johnny’s voice got louder with every word he spoke. Again, heads were turning towards you, but you didn’t care.

“It’s not your fault what happened,” you said calmly and placed a hand on his shoulder, he was so tensed that you might as well have been touching a stone. And Johnny shook your hand of and let out a hateful laugh.

“Not my fault?” he shouted his lungs out “Who else’s fault is it then? Of course, it is mine. It is all on me, I fucked up. I fucked up both Robby’s and Miguel’s lives and on top of that mine’s not that great either. I spent the night in a fucking cell.”

“Calm down, Johnny,” you said softly and finally went in for a hug “It’s going to be okay; I promise!”

“No, it’s not!” he yelled as you wrapped your arms around him tightly pressing yourself against his trembling chest. At first, he let his arms sink and didn’t do anything, he kept on shouting, making even more heads turn towards all the noise, but then suddenly he buried his scrubby face into crook of your neck and sighed, finally placing his hands on your back, finally relaxing, firmly embracing you. You could’ve stayed like that for ever.

“C’mon, (Y/N), get him out of here!”, you suddenly heard Kenny who stood there, arms crossed, watching you, “He’s scaring off the people.”

You released Johnny from your hold who went back to staring down the counter whilst burying his face in his rough hands, just the way you have found him.

“Yeah, alright, I’ll bring him home.”

“Yeah, sure, feel free to come back to work whenever you’re ready, no rush. Or maybe you want to do home office instead?” said Kenny sarcastically and you rolled your eyes.

“C’mon Kenny, I can’t let him go home like this alone, he’ll kill himself on the way. Besides, he’s probably the reason this place still hasn’t gone bankrupt. And I’m the reason he keeps coming, so maybe we owe him that?”

The big biker in front of you didn’t look too happy but he knew you were right, still, he wasn’t that easy to convince.

“Come on,” you said putting on your best puppy eyes, trying to look all cute because you knew the old man liked you deep inside “I’ll do double shift tomorrow, I promise. But just please let me go.”

Kenny stood motionless.

“Please?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll cover for you. But if you don’t come in early tomorrow…” “I know, I know, you’ll fire me” you finished his sentence and smiled at him.

Then you nudged Johnny who was not getting any of the conversation you just had and told him about your plan about getting him home. He stood up and he clearly wasn’t very strong on his feet. He was swaying from side to side on the way out.

“Okay, give me your keys, Johnny,” you said when you arrived at his black dodge. Normally you would have made fun of the yellow stripes and snakes all over, but you weren’t in the mood for it.

“I think I remember you telling me that you don’t have a license anymore and that you’re not willing to get involved into DUIs anymore.” And yet he submissively handed you over his car keys. You shrugged and got in the car, waiting for him to take the shotgun seat.

“I guess we all have to make exceptions sometimes. Now concentrate and lead me the way.”

“Thank you” Johnny said, his voice now all raspy and he suddenly looked tired “Now you are saving my ass.”

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PART 4

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[8unnieswrld]

5 more minutes (Johnny Suh x Reader)

Word count: 1.8k

Requests: “Kiss me again” + “lol why u so short?”

Warnings: none shit is so cute

A/N: im literally so stupid i posted this but messed up in structure so i deleted it and took a week to redo it

You could feel a soft vibration coming from under your back as it shocks you from your sleep. The noise causes your heart to race as you roll over to reach for your phone. You couldn't even possibly begin to think who would be calling you, first thing in the morning. Nevertheless, silently cursing at them while thrashing your legs about angrily.

“Hello?” You grumble, head thumping as you roll over, placing your phone to your ear as you close your eyes once again.

“Y/N where are you? It's been 30 minutes and I-” You heard your boyfriend speak from the other side of the line, the background buzzing with chatter and laughter. Going silent you realise what Johnny was talking about.

You almost screamed at yourself when your eyes shot open, checking the time on your phone. You felt like you could just about kick yourself in the face right now as the large numbers stare you in the face.

11:30am

The ‘punch in the gut’ numbers haunt you as you roll out of bed running towards the bathroom, as best you could.

“Ha ha ha ha ha, the bus was late! Just uh- Let everyone eat first!” You laugh awkwardly. Tumbling into the bathroom, you flinch as the cold tiles touch your warm feet.

“You just woke up, didn't you?” Johnny sighs, chuckling a bit.

“I'm sorry! I set my alarm for 9:30 p.m. instead of a.m.! Tell the boys to start eating and i'll just order later!” You apologize while turning the faucet on the highest setting due to sheer panic, the abrupt action causing water to splash onto your phone, muffling Johnny’s laughter.

“It’s okay, I could have come and picked you up if you weren't so stubborn. I’ll come pick-” Johnny suggested before you cut him off, yelling.

“No! Babe, please eat first!”

You hear Johnny excuse himself from his bandmates at the table, explaining to them why he was leaving momentarily, causing them to all laugh and coo at you through the phone.

“I'll see you in a bit babe~” Johnny sings, before making kissy noises to the phone and hanging up.

Fuck.

You could not even believe the sheer idiocracy that you felt wrapping around your body as you stared into the mirror, a reflection haunting you.

“You’re so fucking stupid Y/N, you know?” You groan, smacking yourself on the head before violently turning on the faucet, yet again. Brushing your teeth and washing your face felt like a blip as you were running out of the bathroom, immediately towards your ‘I like to keep them in view because they’re pretty’ clothes rack to look for an outfit. Instinctively, you pause for a second to play music before picking your outfit. One that’s comfy enough to wear for a brunch but not too restraining on the stomach. As you were changing in your room you hear Johnny’s car pull up from outside, honking as if he wanted you to be dressed and ready to go when he arrived. You choose to ignore his signal, telling yourself that no one in their right mind could get ready that quickly. Pulling a dress over your head, you hear Johnny begin honking impatiently.

“Fucking hell.” You mumble, frustrated as you stomp towards the window, pulling it open to yell at him at the top of your lungs.

“I'M NOT READY!” You scream, poking your head out of the window slightly. Johnny laughs at this, amused as if you weren't almost an hour late to his best friend's insane engagement brunch. You reach behind your back, struggling to pull up the dress’ zipper. Fast paced footsteps carrying you to the mirror, rapidly spinning to see any potential issue. The sound of the front door closing causes you to flinch, even though you knew it was Johnny. You jiggle the zipper even faster trying to get it up before he walks in. You didn't even know why you wanted the dress up so quickly before he walked in, it's not like he had never seen you naked before, but right now you felt embarrassed and didn't even want to hear a word of it from Johnny. Frustrated, you scream in anger throwing yourself onto the floor in defeat while the non-compliant dress bundles at your feet. Johnny rushes towards your bedroom at the sound of the scream, quickly throwing the door open out of worry. The sight of you sitting in the middle of your room, pink silk dress bundled around you, hair messed up and half wet from washing your face, quickly dismisses his worried thoughts. Johnny could feel his heart soften, cherishing this simple moment in his mind as he smiles, walking over to you before placing you on your feet and zipping up the back of your dress.

Johnny’s hands felt cold on your warm flushed skin, hot from a mixture of anger, embarrassment and adrenaline. You look at him through the mirror, silently staring at him as he brushes your hair, not saying a single word. You had expected him to come in, laughing at you for setting your alarm wrong but I guess he could read your utter distress enough for him to stay silent, understanding. With one swift movement you turn around, hooking your arms around his torso, leaning into him with your face squished against his chest.

“Y/N it’s alright, no one is going to care.” Johnny comforted, stroking your head. You didn't reply, only getting up to walk towards your vanity which held all your makeup. Johnny opens your closet, grabbing a cardigan and an undershirt knowing how cruel the cold weather was to your health. He sits on the edge of your bed, close enough to feel heat radiate from you as he watches you apply makeup to your face. He decides to braid a strand of your hair to pass the time. One strand multiplied into two which then turned into 3. Johnny shuffles a bit, the fabric of his puffer jacket chafing together and creating sounds that faded into the music that continued to play. He pulls out his phone, sneakily taking a picture of you.

“Alright, I'm finished!” You announced, getting up from your seat to turn and look at your boyfriend. He smiles at you before handing you a black turtleneck to wear under your dress.

“You’ll get sick if you don't wear this.”

You roll your eyes, turning around as Johnny unzips your dress. Once you have shifted the straps of your dress off of your arms, Johnny places the turtleneck over your head, allowing you to pull it down and tuck it inside the dress before flattening out the layered material.

“Let's take a picture, we’re matching!” You laugh, finally paying attention to his outfit. Johnny was wearing a dusty pink button up shirt layered with a similar black turtleneck and a jacket. His outfit made you smile, realising that you had both unintentionally coordinated your outfits without communication. You stood in front of your wardrobe mirror, pulling out your phone as you pose awkwardly before Johnny stands next to you. His calming presence causes you to become more relaxed as you pose with him. You both took a couple photos, before you began to pose playfully with one another, completely unaware of the passing time. Johnny picks you up slightly which causes you to laugh as he takes more pictures. You cup his face in your hands as you giggle, staring at him full of love, quickly giving him an unexpected kiss. Johnny drops his phone, eyes wide as you smile, placing a kiss on his lips. He goes in for another before your eyes widen, seeing the time on the wall staring back at you like it had moments before on your phone.

“Johnny! Put me down we’re so late!” You squeal, kicking as you slide yourself off him, grabbing your belongings and his car keys. Johnny feels frustration build up in his chest as he whines playfully. He pulls you towards him once more as he huffs sitting down on your bed, kicking his feet like a child.

“Kiss me again Y/NNNNN~” Johnny whines, looking you in the eyes as he kicks his feet even more.

“Johnny we gotta go, we’re already so late.”

He pouts, eyebrows furrowing as he refuses to move, crossing his arms and puckering his lips. “Kisses. Now.” He demands, keeping up his childish demeanor.

You sigh, rubbing your temples as you move towards him, causing him to happily stand up and pucker his lips again, eyes closed and all.

A frown creeps onto your face. Who in the world would be unable to remember the difference in height between you two?

“Johnny... I literally cannot reach.” You announce, pushing his shoulders down as he laughs.

“Lol, why you so short?” He teases, causing you to hit his chest playfully to which he responded overdramatically by gripping his heart in “pain.” Apologizing, he bends down a bit till his face is just above eye level with you.

“Come on, I'm waiting~” He sings happily moving his body from side to side. You sigh, rolling your eyes playfully as you cup his face giving him repetitive pecks on the lips. He smiles into the kisses grabbing you by the waist as he pulls you both down, falling on the bed with a physical ‘oomf’. You laugh, but quickly turn to scold him for the sudden action.

“Johnny, we are literally so late! Jaehyun is going to be so upset!” You squeal, pushing his chest in an attempt to get up. Johnny barely moves, only nuzzling his head on top of yours. After repeatedly trying to escape and failing you sigh. Giving into his cuddling, you wrap your arms around his torso.

“Just 5 minutes Y/N. I barely see you.” He pleads, a more serious tone escaping his lips.

You bite your lip in guilt as you knew how far you and Johnny lived apart from one another, due to the fact you both attended different universities.

“Fine…” You mumble, placing a kiss onto his neck, the only place you could reach due to Johnny’s sheer strength and height. Laying in silence you could hear Johnny’s steadying heart beat rhythmically in your ear as you traced circles on his back. The silence was soon interrupted with Johnny’s phone ringing, sending waves of vibration over the entire bed. Johnny picks it up, placing it on his ear as he rolls over again to continue hugging you.

“Hyung! Where the fuck are you?” You could hear Mark question over the phone. Johnny and you both stay silent, looking at each other, desperately searching for a reply.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

“Uh! Sorry Mark- Traffic’s real bad right now!” You panicked, getting up from the bed while silently motioning Johnny to do the same.

“Damn, the traffic’s that bad right now?” Mark laughs, causing you to facepalm in disbelief that he really believed the lie. “Alright...See you soon!” He greets before hanging up the phone.

“He is so stupid.”