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

[cherie-doll]

I really really really liked the they are jealous headcanons and I neeeeed a part 2 pleeeease

Maybe with already being in a relationship with them and we are at a fancier party when a random man approaches us and tries to get our number. HOW SID HE NOT KNOW THAT WE ALREADY HAVE A MAN??? What a dumbass.

Anyways so this is what I came up with, I hope it is enough to help u get ✨creative✨

Happy new yearrr

literallllyyy (another request from the bottom of my inbox ToT so sorry ˊᯅˋ )

i didn't proofread it's 3am i just want to sleep

part 1

=͟͟͞♡ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

ଓ Price was already in a grumpy mood. He wasn't a huge fan of being out so late, especially since he had returned from mission not too long ago and had been looking forward to some rest. Unfortunately, he had been dragged into this. He had planned on staying near you the entire time so whenever he felt like he's had enough; you two could just walk out hand in hand. Simple plan. What was not planned... was him losing sight of you. He had turned to grab another drink, momentarily letting go of you. Only a second and when he turned back to face you, you were no longer by his side. Maybe you had to use the restroom or something. Until he felt an urge to find you, he didn't like not knowing where you were. He wasn't none too happy to find another fellow trying to pull you away, but he didn't feel like dealing with anyone so he just took you back. Grabbed your hand and walked off. Simple plan, remember?

ଓ Simon might seem amused at first. Asking if you were enjoying the attention you were receiving, hinting at the man who had tried hitting on you. But truth was, he nearly saw red when you had politely smiled at the man who had approached you. Simon wondered, if you had smiled because you found the poor attempt at flirting hilarious. He would cross his arms, standing directly behind this man who has no idea. Until he turns around and is met with the tall and intimidating wall that Simon is. The man nearly jumps out of his own skin. After that, Simon doesn't say much, not even to you or anyone. But he does keep an eye on the other guests there, just in case. Don't get him wrong though! He isn't mad at you, just a little irritated that someone would even try.

ଓ Johnny gets sooo visibly upset. Like this man frowns and crosses his arms as if he were a little kid and refuses to talk to anyone. You're stifling your laugh, trying not to worsen his mood but it really is funny watching him sulk. "Come on, it's just some guy I don't even know, I'm not going to take him seriously!" You tell him. Just some guy? Oh honey, don't even get him started! He was completely disregarded, there was no way that random man hadn't seen Johnny sitting there before, and that's what he's mad about. He's got a much friendly disposition and outward appearance, of course he wouldn't be taken as seriously unless he had gotten physical. Just thinking about it makes you want to laugh all over again but you simply bite your lip and look down. Johnny doesn't like that you're laughing because he doesn't find it funny, at all. But what else could he have done? You turned the guy down all by yourself.

ଓ Kyle will ignore the bastard as best as he can; sending a clear message. He'll keep an arm on you for the rest of the night there, and if you say something about it he'll be like "Yeah, and?". Every time your gaze drifts to the sad looking fellow, Kyle will use his hand to tilt your head away from looking that way. His face is right there, don't bother looking over there, yeah? He doesn't want to concern himself with what other people may try tonight, and you shouldn't either. You can try and get him to talk about it later on, maybe when you've made it home but he won't want to bring it up. You never took him for the type to get jealous but maybe it had been a new side you had seen tonight. He ends up forgetting pretty quickly and is content to be at home with you.

ଓ Roach hadn't been too excited to be around so many people, it was sort out of his comfort zone but he ended up going just for you. He had been sort of clingy throughout the evening; too much for your liking, especially being in public. At such a crowded event it was expected for him to get a little overwhelmed. It was only natural that he wanted to stay close to you. "Give me a moment", you had said. You had needed to use the restroom and then you would be back. He had insisted on following you but you firmly told him to wait instead. But he couldn't bear to see guys ogling you and be expected to sit and wait like a dog. He wasn't good at confronting others, but he had pinpointed his targets. One look at his face would keep you from pulling away once he reached you, tugging at your sleeve to leave; his signal to leave. You don't even get a chance to turn the men down as he keeps pulling.

ଓ Alejandro would never get insecure nor take it to heart if some irrelevant were trying to not only dance with you but also wanting to get your number. Alejandro's smoothly sliding up next to you, as if casually joining the conversation. Except he only listens to half of what this person has to say before he's snaking an arm around your waist. He's dropping the sweet nicknames he calls you like "cariño" to give a clear and direct message of you already being taken, in case the fool hasn't already noticed. He doesn't get physical because there doesn't seem to be reason for it, nor does he raise his voice since the man decides to show better judgement and walk away after seeing you welcoming Alejandro's embrace. Well, who wouldn't? You'd have to be crazy to not want to immediately jump into Alejandro's arms the moment he opens them for you.

ଓ Rodolfo had really been looking forward to this romantic candlelit event as a chance to formally take you out. He had envisioned a perfect night with you, because what could go wrong at a preplanned event? You two had been enjoying yourselves, standing on a balcony and enjoying the view over the city. He had left for a few minutes to grab some refreshments. You assumed no one would bother you, but it seems flies have a way of staying hidden and stuck to the wall before launching at any small entrance. You had been left alone and suddenly a couple of men were trying to coax you into joining an after party with them. The crude jokes followed right after. Rodolfo rarely gets visibly angry, but this was shameless disrespect and to you nonetheless. Of course he was going to intervene and create some space, protectively keeping you behind him.

ଓ Phillip doesn't play when it comes to you. Sometimes a Shadow will make a joke in passing about hitting on the commander's s/o and they'll get disciplined for it even if it wasn't serious. So imagine how much more possessive he'd get when a total stranger is being very obvious and insistent about his interest in you. You tell them you have someone and flash the ring at them that Phillip had bought you, of course Phillip always has you decked out in whatever jewelry you like. Still, that isn't enough to get the man off your back. And enter stage right Phillip Graves! "Everything alright, darling?". All tender and caring towards you but narrowing his eyes as a warning to the stranger who doesn't know when to give up. However, your hand resting on his arm as a gentle reminder helps him to not get too carried away.

ଓ Makarov doesn't bother with dealing with those pesky flies that try to get something out of you. You're his, of course there would be people who would try to get with you. But that was usually when it was clear those men couldn't give you what Makarov can. They're all bark but no bite, Makarov on the other hand, has given you everything you've ever wanted and more. At this fancy and exclusive party, there are only people with high status with all of them having deep pockets. Still, he doesn't let that stop him from showing you off like he usually does. Even if it means some might think you're a toy he can share. But here, he’ll show them that even with all their money and charms, you’ll still choose him over them. He’s leaving it to you to hold his arm, stay by his side, ask for his affection.

ଓ Keegan can't stay away for too long before someone is trying to get you to sit at another table or trying to play matchmaker by partnering you up with one of their single, lone friends. Normally, you'd reject their advances too, but part of you wanted to see how Keegan would react. You knew him to be protective of you even when you were only friends, but you wondered how much more intense he'd be now that you were officially a thing. So you played dumb, just a little wouldn't hurt. Keegan wasn't concerned at first, even leaned back and watched expectingly as he drank from his glass. But he nearly choked when you instead of ignoring them, you sat and listened, politely nodding as if you saw no problem. Did you not know they were blatantly flirting with you? Either way, party is over, he's taking you and going home. He didn't bring you here for someone else to take you on a date.

ଓ König wouldn't even have to confront anyone because the moment someone sees his tall frame towering over them, hovering near you like some entity.. they're gone in an instant. No one is sticking around long enough to find out what'll happen if they continue flirting with you. But little do they know, König might've not even noticed them, he's not the best at social cues or socialization in the first place. He would have just assumed you were making friends, unless he caught the way their eyes lingered on you a little too long. Or if their hands seem to have trouble staying at their sides. Then he'll cock his head, staring intensely and trying to read their true intentions. That is usually enough to get the person to feel uncomfortable and drop the act.

ଓ Horangi wouldn't like how many guys have approached you in the span of like half an hour. You look stunning, it's only natural all eyes would be on you, that's why he was so proud to stand by you. But it's like they completely disregarded him because why were people asking for your number? He's making himself known before you can even politely decline, asking "Didn't you see me? I'm their partner-" and you have to tell him to cut it out before he starts a fight with someone. No one hasn't gotten handsy with you yet, so it would be more embarrassing for a fight to break out all because he got jealous. You do have to admit, you sort of like seeing him get protective like this, it's kind hot idk.

ଓ Nikto shouldn't even be feeling this intense selfishness within him. Why does he suddenly dislike others having eyes? But he's not jealous, is he? He's being completely reasonable, those people should back away from you. You're both here to enjoy your time together as a couple, not to be interrupted by others. Why can't people understand that? He gets irritable seeing one person in particular follow you around, not taking your rejection for an answer, he supposes. But Nikto didn't come here to watch others try to court you, he's had enough and is taking you on his way out. He's seen enough, he doesn't want to go to another one of those dinner parties if it means entitled people will want to try their luck with you.

[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~🖤🫣

[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.

[curlyshepardconfirmed]

"Always the savior never the saved,"

And it's Darrel Curtis, the boy who had everything going for him and everything going so well, he had a future set up until his parents died and he had to step up his role in the house and throw everything away so his brothers could have food on the table. It's Darrel Curtis pouring blood, sweat, and tears into his family and the few moments he cracks from the stress he's painted as a villain in the mind of his 14 year old brother.

"Always the coward never the brave,"

Now fight me if I'm wrong, it's not Johnny, it's Dallas. Dallas, the boy from New York who hid from his issues, who acted brave as a facade his entire life when he was still a kid, he was still a kid, he was always just a kid because he never made it to adulthood, he died because he was scared he didn't die because he was brave.

"Always the artist never the muse,"

Will unfortunately remain Ponyboy, he could see the sunsets and the sunrises and he was canonically an artist, he liked drawing Dally because he would be able to get him down in a few lines. He was aware of the beauty of the world around him so much so that he felt disconnected from it unlike the way he could see the muses, his brothers, his friends, and even his enemies interacting all in real time, the incredible creation and destruction, the life and the death all around him, nature's green and nature's gold.

"So much to gain but much more to lose,"

And this one goes to Johnny Cade, the boy who wasn't born with much, the kid who grew up worse, and the kid who could've become like Dally but refused to stop seeing the gold in the green, and remembering that the green had once been gold and deserved to be remembered as such. The boy who could have gone so much further in life if he had a chance and even though he didn't, and even though he didn't make it, he had so much more than what was physically valuable. He had so much he could have gone to, but he had everything, friends, love, and life, and he lost it all in the end, when nature's gold turned to a green covered grave.

"Always an angel, never a god,"

You guys know me, there has to be some Two-Bit recognition in here somewhere. Two-Bit who could have had a lot and who did, just not what others could necessarily see, his wisdom that even Ponyboy hadn't expected, the way he saw things deeply but on the east side it wasn't understood, because that was just how things worked, yet Two-Bit knew how to put it into words and make it fly. But in the end is he remembered for the ways he knew the lay of every inch of the greasers walk of life? No, he's remembered as the alcoholic, the wise guy.

"Trying to love but told I'm too much,"

And it's Sodapop, the boy who loves both his brothers, the boy wearing his heart on his sleeve no matter how many times it's been struck, with the death of his parents, the death of his friends, Sandy leaving, Ponyboy running away. He still does everything he can, he still pours his heart and his soul into everything he does and he doesn't think that he knows how else to do anything other than live it, breathe it and revel in it.

"All that I have is falling apart,"

But it's Steve Randle, the boy doomed by the bias of the narration but small cracks of him peek through the bias. It's Steve Randle, tied to Sodapop but his pain is so obvious when Johnny dies and when Dallas dies. Steve fights for hatred, he fights for revenge, he fights for family, all of it falling apart within hours. He fights for his friends, he fights for the family he wishes he had because all he's ever had was a shack of a house with a worse shack of a man to guide him until he met Sodapop and he built his life, he built himself a family until it all fell apart, and he felt like he was falling too.

Always the Angel, never the God.

[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

[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.

[landslided]

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.

[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.

[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. )

[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."

[floresmarique]

Hello! This is the first one shot i wrote that you can find on my Wattpad too! Also, sorry if there are some mistakes, i'm italian so sometimes i still struggle a bit with my english but i hope you like it ♡

Plot; You are a new pupil in the Cobra Kai dojo and to impress John Kreese you fight with his best student, Johnny lawrence. But Johnny will develop some special feelings towards you...

WARNING: This one shot will contain smut and a bit of violence.

Tags; oral, swallowing, a little bit of bully Johnny at the beginning and a tiny bit of fluff.

Enjoy!

~

Since (Y/N) was a kid, she always wanted to enter the fascinating world of Martial Arts but never had the economic possibility to afford the lessons.

But now that she was in California and her parents had a new well paid job, they encouraged her to join a Karate school and she couldn't believe that when they first told her about it with smiling faces.They always knew that (Y/N) wanted to learn Karate as a child and, with the new money they were making, her parents supported (Y/N)'s passion, which made her happy.

Everytime she came back from school, she always stopped by that dojo called 'Cobra Kai'. (Y/N) couldn't stop looking at the perfect moves of those boys, at their amazing grit.

But there was a thing that worried her; she never saw a girl inside the dojo.

Not having girls was kinda old minded and sexist in her opinion.

It's the 80s, for gods sake!

She thought.

But trying wouldn't be too bad, right?

So one day after school, she finally decided to enter inside that place and the first thing her ears heard were some screamed words by the boys. They all looked like soldiers and the Sensei looked like the captain.

"Strike first, strike hard, no mercy!" They shouted in unison and (Y/N) furrowed her brows.

What kind of motto was that?

She didn't know what she was supposed to do, so she just cleared her throat to catch their attention, hoping to not get humiliated by them or the Sensei.

The Sensei looked very rough and rude and the girl noticed that he had a cobra tattooed on his arm, he was the only one with a black gi while everyone else had a white one.

She always wanted to wear one.

The tall man walked towards her, trying to intimidate her with his glare but (Y/N) kept her head high and stared him in the eyes with a straight face.

"How can i help you?" He spoke with a slight grin on his face.

"I'd like to join your dojo."

After her answer, everyone bursted in a loud laugh and (Y/N) started to feel uncomfortable, especially with the man's glare on her.

"We do not accept girls." Was his simple response and she wasn't surprised about it, but disappointed for sure.

"Why not? Girls are capable of kick asses just like boys."

She didn't expect to be that bold, but did she care? No.

She wanted to challenge herself and demonstrate to those immature people that girls can be just as strong.

"That's very brave of you..." He started to slowly walk around her in a circle, only to stop again in front of her with his arms crossed. "I could give you a chance."

(Y/N) smirked, proud of herself while she took off her shoes to stand on the tatami. She was so excited and loved to see the disappointed looks on the boys faces.

"Let's see how good of a fighter you are, shall we?" The Sensei said and she nodded, repeating in her head the techniques she found in some martial arts books.

She felt ready.

"Lawrence, come here."

A blonde, tall boy with a muscular figure stood on the Sensei side, his expression was filled with anger. (Y/N) also noticed that he had a black eye and a black headband wrapped around his head. She couldn't deny that he was pretty hot, but she was too determined to get distracted.

"He's one of my best boys." Sensei smirked and the boys shared an amused look while sitting down on the tatami in a circle. "Good luck."

The man walked away and she and the boy remained at the center of the tatami in the attack position.

The blonde smirked before speaking.

"I'm gonna go easy on yo-" Before he could finish his sentence, (Y/N) kicked him right on top of his stomach, which made the boys howl in amusement. She was the one smirking now, standing again in the same position as before.

"I'm not gonna go easy on you, blondie." (Y/N) stated, and that was where the boy lost it. He started attacking her with punches and kicks that she perfectly shielded, just to punch him right in the face and kick him on his black belt, making him fall on his back.

Before he could stand up again, (Y/N) positioned herself on his lap and bent forward to put her hands under his shoulders to block him with her dead weight. She once saw that position on a book and it was kinda awkward to do since it looked like she was hugging him.

She could smell his sweat and a little bit of perfume, but she also could feel his warm breath against her forehead and it made her shiver a bit. He was attractive and being that close to him clouded her senses so much that she didn't hear Sensei's voice.

"Enough, you can stand up." He demanded.

When they both stood up, the blonde guy adjusted his gi and looked at her dead in the eyes while (Y/N) observed the shocked expressions of the other boys.

"What's your name?" The Sensei asked, walking towards her again. She tried to catch a little bit of breath before answering.

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

"Well, (Y/N), you're in. Consider yourself lucky, this is a privilege."

(Y/N) couldn't contain her happiness and a smile formed on her lips. She was proud of herself and she was sure that even her parents would have been.

"Thank you, Sensei." She said, but before he could respond, she heard the boy behind them speak.

"What?! Is this a joke?!" The same blonde blue eyed boy spoke. "I let her win, obviously. I bet she is not gonna resist a week here."

"Johnny, i'm the one who makes the decisions here."

So his name was Johnny.

Johnny Lawrence.

She heard of him at school, he was considered the 'bad guy' along with his mates but (Y/N) wasn't intimidated by them.

(Y/N) smirked and held out her hand for Johnny to shake.

"Pleasure to finally meet you, Johnny Lawrence."

He looked at her hand and then stared into her eyes with a killing glare.

"The pleasure is all yours."

Johnny refused to shake her hand and walked away, but that didn't wash (Y/N)'s smirk off her face because she had him exactly where she wanted.

She liked some rivalry.

Or so she thought.

For the next weeks, Johnny made her life a living hell.

He would tease her at school or he would start fights while she walked home, fights that (Y/N) either refused or won. Johnny had enough of that. He couldn't believe that a girl, a so innocent looking girl, could always beat his ass better than him.

On the other hand, Johnny also knew that he could hurt her bad if he wanted to, but the truth was that he didn't want to make her suffer. He didn't want to ruin her pretty face with a kick, so in a certain sense he let her always won.

Johnny knew about her even before she came into the dojo that day, he saw her multiple times around Ali or during P.E.

And he wanted her.

His friends thought that he still had his mind set on Ali, but he moved on as soon as he saw (Y/N) at school and when he saw her enter the dojo, his heart was beating so fast that he was afraid she would actually notice it. When she got on top of his lap to block him, Johnny smelled her hair and felt all of her warmth on his body.

And he got a boner too in that exact moment.

There was something about that look on her innocent face, about her fake naivety that he just loved and needed in every sense of the word.

He teased her only to be around her, only to hear her voice again even if it was just to tell him to fuck off.

But he wasn't the only one who was crushing hard on her.

Bobby, his mate, always talked about her to Johnny.

"I want to ask her on a date." He once told Johnny and the rage he felt inside was about to explode, but he couldn't let them know his feelings.

Not yet.

"Why would you do that mate?" Johnny scoffed. "Our plan is to kick her out of Cobra Kai. She will only cause trouble to our dojo. A girl, please, i don't know what Sensei was thinking. Everyone will laugh at us at the tournament because of her."

Johnny was talking bullshit.

She was perfect for Cobra Kai, she had determination and strenght that even some boys would envy.

She would kick everyone's ass at the tournament.

But he couldn't let Bobby ask her out, because he was sure that she would say yes. They always chatted a bit at the dojo during stretching and they even had two or three classes together.

"Johnny, i think you are exaggerating a little bit. She's a badass and god, so pretty."

And after that, Johnny knew that he had to make her his before Bobby would find the courage to ask her out.

And that time came soon.

After another lesson, (Y/N) went to the changing room to take a shower, as always. She was very surprised that there was a changing room for girls since she was the first one that was accepted, but she never questioned it and was pretty happy to have a whole changing room for herself.

She had plans tho, about revolutionating the whole Cobra Kai so that other girls could join in. She also wasn't a fan of their 'no mercy' motto, honor was much more important to her.

While cleaning up her body under the water, she mentally repeated all the things she learned during the last lesson so that she wouldn't forget them and she got so concentrated that she didn't hear steps inside the changing room.

She hummed 'Girls Just Want To Have Fun' while wrapping a towel around her wet body and stepped out of the showers while looking down, adjusting the towel.

"Ohh girls, just wanna have- what the fuck are you doing here?!" Looking up, she saw Johnny completely relaxed on the bench of the changing room, his hair were still a little damp and the blue tight sweater he was wearing perfectly hugged his muscles.

"So is it true, you just wanna have fun?" He raised an eyebrow and gave her a cocky smile.

(Y/N) blushed and wrapped the towel even tighter around her body, embarassed.

"Johnny, what the fuck are you doing here?" She repeated, her cheeks were flushed, both for the rage and embarassment. "Can't you read? It says girls changing room."

"I'm exactly where i'm supposed to be." He stood up from the bench and towered over her figure. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and started brushing her hair while looking into the mirror. "I just wanted to see my dear friend."

(Y/N) widened her eyes and scoffed, shaking her head.

"Friend?" She scrunched up her hair and stared at Johnny's reflection in the mirror. "Since when?"

"Since today." He crossed his arms and observed her, amused by the situation.

"Ok, well, friend" she turned around and sighed. "Can we be friends after i get dressed? We'll talk about this later outside of the changing room."

"Change here, i don't mind. You will not need clothes anyway pretty soon." He nonchalantly said, trying to hide his grin.

"Well i do mind actually, what the hell are-" before (Y/N) could finish her comeback, Johnny pressed his lips on her soft ones, completely shocking her. It was a short kiss, just to see her reaction.

When he pulled away, he stared into her eyes and saw shock in them, but also something that made him smirk.

Lust.

She didn't slap him or even tried to back off. Her slightly open lips and her red cheeks said it all, Johnny didn't need words.

He kissed her again, but in a more ferocious way, and she did the same thing. All the attraction they had for each other was coming out from their bodies and actions.

Johnny backed off while taking her with him, so that he would sit on the bench with her on top of him. She gripped his large shoulders and moaned a little bit when she felt his boner against her thighs. Johnny groaned and held her neck with one hand while the other easily took off the towel from (Y/N)'s still wet body.

"I've wanted to do this for so long." He sighed into her mouth and deepened the kiss. His hands were roaming on her body, not knowing where to stop. He touched her shoulders, her breasts, her arms, her legs.

Her skin was soft and the smell of her was driving him crazy. (Y/N) kissed his cheeks, his forehead and then his lips again, with a desperation that made Johnny even more turned on.

"I always wanted you too..." (Y/N) softly said and caressed his cheek while leaving wet kisses on his jawline and neck. Johnny closed his eyes and then opened them again, he needed to see her desperate for him. He needed to remember her face, her body, the pretty shades of her skin. He wanted her to be printed in his mind for the rest of his life.

"Yeah?" His voice was a lot deeper than usual and also rough. "Fuck, come here."

He took her face in his hands and kissed her again, feeling her little fingers on the buttons of his blue jeans. He knew that she wasn't as innocent as she made people think. And he loved it so much.

"Wait-" He spoke with a ragged breath. "Am i- am i your first?"

He searched for her eyes and when she kept looking down, he raised her chin with two of his fingers so that she could look into his blue eyes.

"Y-Yes." She stuttered.

She was ashamed, but Johnny felt like he was touching heaven with his fingertips.

Because she was the first one for him too.

"You are my first too." He admitted and lightly kissed the top of her nose.

"What about Ali?" (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in disbelief.

"We never did anything like this, only some make out sessions...but never like this." He caressed her lips with his fingers and bit his lip, staring down at her naked body.

He thought she was perfect, every curve on her body was, and he felt lucky to have her in that moment. To even speak to her. She was a goddess for him and he knew he needed to keep her in his life forever, because someone like her would be too hard to forget.

She was something else.

"You know, we don't have to rush..." Johnny calmy said, his voice was soft now and he made sure to keep eye contact with her.

He cared.

"I know, it's fine, i want to do it." (Y/N) said, confident about her decision.

"You want to do it... in a changing room?" Johnny raised his eyebrow and (Y/N) giggled at his shocked expression while caressing his golden damp locks.

"Well, wasn't it your plan?" She asked with a grin and Johnny rolled his eyes, a slight blush was appearing on his cheeks.

"Sort of..." He sighed "I just, i don't want our first time to be here, i want it to be more intimate and special."

(Y/N) thought about that and realized that he was right. They didn't even have condoms and it would have been too uncomfortable to have sex for the first time on a bench, considering the pain.

"I guess you are right." She nodded and gave him a peck on the lips. "But... we could do something else..."

Her fingertips traced the line of his abs, covered by his tight sweater. Johnny inhaled some air and rested the back of his head against the wall, grinning at her.

"Well, that was what i had in my mind in the first place..." He winked at her and took her hand that was placed on his belly, just to place it down on the buttons of his jeans. "Let's see how good you are now..."

(Y/N) felt a certain warmth in her stomach at his words and stared at his eyes while unbuttoning his jeans, her fingers were fast and almost desperate to feel him. Johnny eagerly helped her lower his pants, his white boxers showed the prominent boner under them.

(Y/N) slowly got on the cold floor, on her knees between Johnny's legs. Her heart was beating fast against her chest, she felt heat all up in her body and a deep desire for Johnny. She never saw a dick before, except for that one time in her old city where one of her friends had an adult magazine at school and showed it to everyone, and (Y/N) was pretty grossed out by the view of a penis.

"Do you want it?" Johnny deeply asked, his eyes were filled with desire and lust.

"Yes." (Y/N) said and slowly lowered the waistband of his boxers, only to display his full hard lenght.

She didn't feel grossed out now.

Johnny noticed her surprised expression and softly laughed.

"Like what you see, baby?"

(Y/N) shivered at the pet name and nodded, taking his member in her hand to observe it better. Johnny slightly panted at that and gulped, wanting to feel her hand around him.

"Stroke it slowly, baby..." Johnny placed an hand on one of (Y/N)'s shoulders to keep her going.

She did as she was told and observed his eyes and expressions to understand if she was doing it the right way and, judging by his heavy pants, she was.

"Like that?" She innocently asked, pressing her palm on his lenght while stroking it.

"Fuck, yes, like that" Johnny was already a moaning mess, (Y/N) never saw him look more vulnerable than that and she liked to be the one that made him feel that way. The skin of his dick was smooth and warm and it was probably 7 inches long. The head was red and wet with pre-cum that (Y/N) decided to taste with the tip of her tongue, causing Johnny to groan.

"Oh, god- yeah, keep doing that baby..." (Y/N) smirked at his desperation and pressed her tongue on the head of his cock, licking it up and down. Her eyes never left his face, he looked completely gone to the pleasure.

He looked at her with half lidded eyes, his mouth was in a 'o' shape and he was starting to sweat, (Y/N) could see it on his forehead.

Johnny caressed her hair, encouraging her to take his lenght inside her mouth more. His legs were tensed and (Y/N) gripped his toned thighs while going down on him.

"Mmh..." Johnny closed his eyes and thrusted his hips a little forward, but still carefully and slowly to give her time. "Keep stroking it while you suck it, baby..."

(Y/N) welcomed his thrusts into her mouth and wrapped one hand around the end of his dick, stroking it a little faster. The changing room was filled with Johnny's moans and the sloppy sounds of (Y/N)'s mouth wrapped around him.

She could feel herself getting wetter by the second and felt the urge to touch the area between her legs for some friction.

"Oh shit, yes, yes, i'm so close, love-" Johnny took her head in his hands just to feel her movements and opened his eyes to stare down at her. The sight of the pretty girl he wanted for months on her knees with her swollen lips around his dick, were too much for him. "Baby, i'm about to cum-"

(Y/N) looked up at him and managed to show a little grin while staying on his cock, bobbing her head up and down faster than before.

Johnny took the hint; she wanted him to cum inside her mouth.

"Fuck, you want it don't you?" Johnny bit his lip and rested both of his hands on the sides of her face, his cheeks were flushed and his forehead was wet with sweat. "I'm coming, oh fuck, (Y/N)!"

(Y/N) stopped her movements but kept his lenght inside her mouth, she felt his dick contract various times and then a salty and warm liquid squirted on her tongue. His thighs tensed even more and he never left his grip on her face while riding off his orgasm. (Y/N) made sure to swallow everything till the last drop before letting his dick out of her mouth.

Both of them were breathing heavily and Johnny looked high, still trying to recover from the intense pleasure.

"Fuck" he sighed and smiled softly while watching her standing up. She had messy hair and flushed cheeks, her lips were pink and swollen and Johnny couldn't help but to kiss her. "You are incredible, baby..."

"Well, thank you!" (Y/N) giggled and Johnny stood up, kissing her again but only to make her sit on the bench, on the same place he was some seconds ago.

"But i can't let you go like this..." Johnny was now on the floor, gently opening her legs while staring into her eyes. (Y/N) was dying of embarassment, no one ever saw her intimate parts and she felt self conscious about it.

"Shh, don't worry, let me admire you..." Johnny could see that she was nervous and it was important for him to reassure her. He slowly parted her legs without breaking eye contact. Once he saw how wet she was, Johnny licked his lips and slightly smirked at her, amused by her embarassed expression.

"Do you want me?" He whispered, leaving a wet trail of kisses along her thigh. His blue eyes never left hers while doing so. (Y/N) tensed, feeling him that close to her private area was making her sweat. "Tell me."

"Yes, Johnny." She gulped. "I want you."

He took both of her legs and rested them on his shoulders, getting closer to her pulsating pussy.

"Even out of this changing room?"

(Y/N) smiled and nodded, but Johnny wanted to hear her.

"Tell me." He kissed her inner thigh, getting even more closer to her vagina.

"Yes." She panted. "I want you, always."

Johnny grinned and before (Y/N) could blink, he pressed his entire tongue on her aching pussy, making her moan. He kept looking at her, holding her legs with his strong arms and he started to move his tongue in circular motions on her clit.

"Oh, Johnny..." She gasped and tugged at his blonde hair. Everything was new to her, she never felt something like that and she would have never imagined it to happen with Johnny. She for sure dreamed about it, but never expected it to become reality.

"You like it, baby girl?" He asked her, his voice was deep and his lips red and shiny because of her fluids.

"Yes, Johnny, so much!" She moaned when the blonde started sucking on her clit like he was hungry. He was breathing heavily against her, she could feel his warm breath on her pussy and it made her crazy.

"You taste so good, love..." Johnny whispered and reached one of her breasts with an hand to gently stroke her nipple. "You're so beautiful, fuck."

With his other hand, Johnny teased her entrance with one of his fingers but never left her clit untouched. He slowly inserted the tip of his finger inside of her, feeling how tight she was. (Y/N) let out a light squeal at that.

"How do you feel?" He asked her and slowly pumped the tip of his finger inside her.

"It kinda burns, but it's okay." She panted and nodded.

Johnny repeated the same action and watched as she threw her head back in pleasure. He smirked and added a little bit more of his finger inside of her while applying pressure to her clit with his tongue. He felt her legs shake a bit and heard her ragged breath and he couldn't help but think that she was absolutely perfect in those conditions.

She was close and he could see it and feel it.

"Please, Johnny- Oh!" Hearing her moaning his name made him pump his finger faster with the movements of his tongue.

"What do you want?" He groaned against her.

"I want to cum, fuck!"

"Look at me." He demanded. He needed to have her eyes placed on him, it was like a kink for him. "I want you to look at me while you cum on my tongue..."

(Y/N) looked at him but keeping her eyes open was an hard task with that intense pleasure. She wondered where he learned to do that since he said it was his first time, but he probably just was a natural talent.

Just like her.

(Y/N) felt a weird sensation build up in her stomach, a very heavy feeling and she knew what that meant.

"Johnny, i can't!" She panted and tugged harder at his hair, making him groan.

"Cum then, cum for me (Y/N)..."

And she did.

She did while moaning his name repeatedly, trying to look at him while her toes curled behind his back. Johnny had a proud smirk on his wet swollen lips and licked  her fluids with pleasure before standing up to kiss her sweetly on the lips.

(Y/N) still had a ragged breath and was recovering from her orgasm, but she was also scared.

What if he's gonna be an asshole again now and this was just a joke for him? She thought.

They both silently fixed themselves and (Y/N) finally got dressed. Her hair were almost completely dry and she didn't know how to act and wondered why he was so silent now, fixing his hair and clothes infront of the mirror. He looked like nothing happened while (Y/N) was still shocked.

"Will you go out with me this Friday?" He asked and turned around, resting his back against the wall. (Y/N) felt better after his question and gave him a smile.

"Well, usually, boys ask a girl out before they finger fuck her in a changing room-" she grinned and Johnny crossed his arms while letting out a laugh. "But sure, why not."

"Always a tease, aren't you?" He hugged her from behind and (Y/N) felt butterflies in her stomach while he rested his chin on top of her shoulder. "We could go to the Arcade, mh?"

Before she could respond, they heard the voices of the other boys outside of the changing room.

"Johnny!" They shouted. "We have to go, where the hell are you?!"

Johnny sighed and shook his head before speaking again.

"Seems like we are gonna need another shower when we get home, don't you think?"

(Y/N) giggled and gave him a fake disappointed look.

"Yeah, you jerk!" She laughed while putting on her shoes. Johnny gave her a peck on the right cheek and then proceeded to walk away. "Wait, Johnny, have you spied on me while i was under the shower?"

Johnny chuckled and turned his head to look at her.

"Doesn't matter anyway, now."

And after winking at her, he left the changing room with a big proud smile on his face. His mates were shocked when they saw him get out of the girls changing room and howled like little kids.

"Man, what did you do?!" Tommy asked while patting Johnny's shoulder.

Johnny shrugged and smirked.

"Nothing impressive, i'm taking her out on a date on friday."

Bobby was confused and Johnny could see the disappointment written all over his face.

"I thought you wanted to kick her o-"

"There are a lot of things you still don't know about me, dear Bobby" Johnny gave him a friendly slap on the cheek and then saw (Y/N) getting out of the changing room. She waved at everyone and gave a particular smile to Johnny, which he returned. "A lot of things."

[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

Already working on part 4 whether you like it or not, I’m too invested in that one

Sorry to all waiting for their requests to be written, I’ll soon be on it

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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.”