#dirty dancing x reader

[thewriterg]

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

pairing(s); johnny castle x fem!reader,

summary; ever since she showed up johnny was practically all over her and if he wanted to have her he could for all you cared but he protested the deal —angstober day; 15—

word count; 1.6k+

warning(s); jealousy, angst, Johnny only wants ONE woman, crying, pet names, arguing, readers nickname is doll/dolly, biker/punk coded reader, dirty dancing ofc, and language

playlist; lover boy by sylvia and mickey, I wish it would rain by the temptations

A/n:—GIFs; @fruitblr & @duchessofhastings— GIF does not determine race also the lack of dirty dancing fic is disgusting and disrespectful

“You know, Johnny missed you Dolly we all did” Penny smiled walking up to staff cabin having already dropped your stuff off at your personal dorm cabin you were glad to be back for in time for the ending show of the summer

“I missed you guys too, you throwin’ a party?” You questioned a teasing underline in your voice at the faint sound of blasting music getting more clear as you both strolled on the boardwalk

“Always, Johnny’s jaws gonna drop” She stated in a matter of fact tone a wide smile on her face throwing a directed look to your attire a size too big leather jacket, a fitted black top that rested above your belly button, flared jeans that hugged your hips yet let your calveshave roaming room, and a pair of boots to match

“I know what else is gonna drop” You hummed rolling your hips in a mock performance while the blonde made gaging sounds in the back of her throat while you snickered at the sight before opening the familiar doors dancing bodies moving around the floor your eyes peered around until they landed on Johnny dancing or attempting to with a brunette head filled of loose spirals it didn’t bother you sometimes you’d have to have different dance partners when it came to performances hell Penny had been filling in for you the two weeks you were gone and neither of you took it to heart but if either of you were questioned about grinding and rolling your hips a little harder on someone at a party to get the other one jealous you’d be lying

You split from Penny and took a hold of a random blonde he took no protest as you rolled your hips on him and he thrusted up to meet your hips with a matching rhythm and you appreciated him for nonverbally letting you lead you kept the pace building the passion back up in your movements before you hiked your thigh up against his hip that he grabbed onto letting you lean back while he trailed his hands against your exposed hips a knee in between your thighs there was now cheering and whistles building up along the crowd catching Johnnys attention his view was blocked from the warm bodies forming a circle around the attraction he left the girl known as Baby to go up to the ring of fire not expecting to see you dancing with someone else a grin instantly etching on his face as the song came to an end you you partner swung you up from the floor and you pat him on the shoulder in a farewell you turned to partway not expecting to see those familiar blue eyes staring back at you and it caused a uncommon smile to make its way to your skin

You met eacother halfway way smashing your lips together and suddenly the applause was louder than ever as your black painted fingernails rested on the back of his pale neck and his rough hands rested softly on your hips you didn’t break apart until your shared favorite song came on and you smirked at him in response circling his standing form as if he was prey and you could hear low whistles mixing in with the rift of the song Johnny mirrored your hungry expression as you ran up to his form your heeled boots dragging against the the wooden floor jumping into his hold and hips leaning backwards crossing your ankles against the back of his thighs while he took hold of your lower body before propelling you up so your knees were now on his shoulders your crotch directly in front of his face you whistled out to Johnnys cousin Neal who wore a cowboy hat that he tossed to you and you caught it putting it on top of your head one hand holding it down and your other arm imitating a lasso rolling your hips and whipping your hair on the brunette who’s lower half mirrored yours his steps precise yet loose and wild Baby watched you with admiration and well meaning envy she wish she could move like that

or even have enough confidence and courage to do so

💌💌💌💌 (begin; love is strange by mickey and sylvia)

You and Johnny stood in the dance studio he rested a hand on your hip as you rested an arm on his shoulder he purposely messed with you slouching his shoulder his arms loose and floppy and you snickered as he trailed down your body from your chest to your lower abdomen before shimmying away from his hold while he dramatically dropped to floor staring up at your form you swayed your hips to beat before turning to the brunette who mouthed the lyrics to your favorite part of the song

“Sylvia!”

“Yes Mickey?” You mouthed back doing a ‘come here’ motion with you index before trailing behind the folding screen you silhouette peeking through

“How do you call your lover boy?”

“Come here lover boy!”

“And if he doesn’t answer?”

“Oh lover boy?”

“And if he still doesn’t answer” Johnny was up on his knees now shaking his head that moved the strands of his hair you finally trailed from behind the changing screen locking eyes with the the brunette

“I simply say, baby” You took less than three steps before lowering to the floor crawling towards the man while he did the same in imitating the occasional guitar rifts until you finally met he lowered his head into your stomach dragging it up into your chest bringing the both of you up to stand

“Johnny?” You heard a soft yet carrying voice calm out in the dance studio footsteps carrying up the short staircase and your eyebrows furrow as he quickly parted from you Inching towards the record player and you look to see Baby staring back at you her brown eyes darting between you and Johnny

“I-I’m not interrupting anything am I?” She questions and you shake your head grabbing your jacket from a stray chair your steps that were once loose and non caring now stern and forward as you approach the first step the brunette calls out to you in return

“Dolly! I’ll see you soon alright?” He continues when you looks back to him after a moment and you don’t return his gratitude before trailing down the stairs the sound of the door slamming behind you bouncing off the walls you weren’t twenty steps away from the building before Johnny was sprinting towards your frame holding your arms since you wouldn’t have stopped walking otherwise

“What’s going on Doll? Whats the matter you just stormed ou-”

“Seemed like you had a secret to keep so you know, I just helped you out” You shrugged your tone more sarcastic than it usually was something he had noted over the years you did when your feelings were hurts

“Come on Baby you know it’s not like that” Your eyebrows furrow and you laugh interrupting him as he looked at you with furrowed brows as you shake your head in disbelief a fabricated smile on your face

“What the hell did you just call me?” You pry his hands from your arms taking a large step back a space forming in between the both of you that he was begging to fill you ignored his desperate attempts of explanation

“Johnny in the last fifteen years we’ve known each other and the last three we’ve been together you’ve never, called me Baby so save me that shit” You hissed before storming off to the personal dorm cabins

💌💌💌💌 (begin; I wish it would rain by; the temptations

“Go away!” You yelled out there had been knocking on your door all day at different time periods you knew it was Johnny and you didn’t want to talk to him and you hated that you were crying over it god why were you crying over that, that fucking prick

“Come on Dolly it’s me” You hear Pennys voice slip from the small crack underneath the door and for the first time since you’d made it to your room you peel yourself from your bed dragging your feet as you swing the door open the short haired blonde looking over you with a small frown on her face at your appearance

“Oh Doll” She whispered bringing you into her arms inching you towards your bed until you fully yourself dip and she takes your hands in hers with a small sigh

“Now listen to me Dolly, Johnny loves you like nothin’ else, you’ve been one of the only… stable thing in his life and he needs you. He only wants you, not Baby, or any tourist, only you. He was an asshole for what he pulled but I promise you as your friend that he doesn’t want anyone else but you so please don’t let this end you, so go get him, go on!” You nod tearfully lifting from your position jogging out of your cabin and towards his the numbers of his doors glaring at you

You took a breath before knocking on the wooden door and before you could back out it swung open and you were met with the sight of Johnny teary eyed his nose red and eyes puffy, his lashes wet he brings you into his embrace pulling you into his cabin

“Please Dolly I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry Doll, please don’t leave, please don’t leave me” He sobbed into your you stomach having dropped to his knees arms wrapped firmly around your waist and you pet his hair shushing him gently tears in your own eyes, running down your face, dripping from your chin, and onto his forehead

“You have to promise me, promise me it’s only me… that you’re not into her” You whispered and blue eyes looked up at you eyebrows furrowed

“I swear on my life I don’t see anyone but you Doll, you’re my life the only person who hasn’t left god Dolly I breathe you” He sniffled and you get down onto his level as you hold each other, rocking each other,

being there for each other.

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[neg4tivecre3p]

I draw him too much to not include myself with my husband sometimes

I also started this the day of my birthday (which is the last day of the international clown week, yay) but I forgor

[kentochronicles]

Hungry Eyes

Blurb: When the summer of 1987 brings you to a prestigious resort with your family, the last thing you expect is to cross paths with Nanami Kento—a stoic, reserved dance instructor with a past he refuses to share.

Drawn to him by more than just his flawless movements, you’re thrust into a world of secret dances, forbidden desires, and unspoken rules. As you struggle to find your own rhythm in a life that’s always been choreographed by others, you and Nanami discover that some steps can’t be taught—they’re felt.

But the summer isn’t endless, and the closer you grow, the more you’re forced to confront the question: what happens when the music stops?

Nanami Kento x Reader, Dirty Dancing au!

A/N: Hi everybody, thank you for your patience with this 😊 after spending a couple of weeks writing, it’s finally here! Thank you to @empower-bi-women for being my beta reader and for watching Dirty Dancing with me 🩵 please feel free leave feedback, like, and reblog, it’s always appreciated and I hope you enjoy! 🫶🏻

The resort had been a compromise, though it didn’t feel much like one to you. Your parents had wanted something extravagant—grand ballrooms, gourmet dining, and a place where they could mingle with people who mattered. You, on the other hand, had just wanted peace. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere away from their constant expectations and criticisms.

Their solution had been this place. A “perfect blend” of indulgence and tranquility, they’d called it. The brochure had promised “serenity, rejuvenation, and refined luxury.” It didn’t feel serene, though. It felt suffocating.

It had only been one day, but you already felt out of place.

From the moment you arrived, everything about the resort seemed to scream exclusivity. The valet had greeted your family with an exaggerated bow, their uniform spotless and their smile unnervingly wide. The lobby was a vision of marble and gold, with chandeliers that caught the sunlight in a way that made everything sparkle. Even the air felt fake, perfumed with something floral and citrusy that lingered far too long.

Your parents thrived in it.

They’d spent most of the afternoon chatting with the resort owner, a man who looked like he’d walked straight out of a fashion magazine. You’d tried to join in at first, standing quietly by their side as they discussed investments, vacation homes, and connections. But it wasn’t long before their conversation drifted into territory that made you feel small and out of place.

Dinner had been worse.

The dining hall was a grand affair, with long tables set with crystal glasses and silver cutlery. The other guests were well-dressed and spoke in low, practiced tones, their conversations punctuated with insincere laughter and thinly veiled one-upmanship. You’d spent most of the meal pushing your food around your plate, nodding absentmindedly when your mother tried to pull you into the conversation.

Eventually, you’d excused yourself, muttering something about needing fresh air. Your parents had barely noticed.

Now, the sun had set, and the resort was illuminated by strings of fairy lights that wrapped around the trees and cast a warm glow over the paths. From a distance, it looked enchanting, like something out of a dream. But as you walked, the magic quickly wore off, leaving only a sense of artificiality in its wake.

You wandered aimlessly, letting your feet carry you away from the main lodge and toward the darker edges of the property. The sounds of polite conversation and clinking glasses faded behind you, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of something else.

And then you heard it.

A steady, rhythmic beat.

You stopped, straining your ears to listen. It wasn’t the soft piano music that had been playing in the dining hall earlier, nor was it the faint classical tune wafting from the outdoor lounge. This was different—louder, heavier, and entirely out of place in the resort’s refined atmosphere.

Curiosity piqued, you followed the sound.

The beat grew louder as you walked, leading you down a narrow gravel path that disappeared into a line of trees. Glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one was watching, you stepped off the main trail and continued toward the source of the music.

The path ended at a small, nondescript building tucked away behind the staff quarters. It was plain and unassuming, a stark contrast to the resort’s polished elegance. A faint golden light spilled out from the slightly ajar door, flickering against the trees like a beacon.

You hesitated, lingering just outside the doorway.

The sensible part of your brain told you to turn back. This wasn’t meant for guests. Whatever was happening inside was clearly private, and you had no business intruding. But the pull of the music—the way it thrummed through your chest and seemed to vibrate in your very bones—was impossible to resist.

Cautiously, you pushed the door open.

The air inside was thick and heavy, almost stifling. The music hit you like a physical force, loud and pulsing, filling the small space with an energy that was both intoxicating and overwhelming. The room was packed with people, their bodies moving in perfect sync to the beat.

It wasn’t like any dancing you’d ever seen.

This wasn’t the stiff, formal kind you’d seen at weddings or the carefree, awkward kind from high school dances. This was something else entirely—raw, intimate, and electric. Partners pressed close, their movements fluid and magnetic, each step a silent conversation.

You froze just inside the doorway, your presence barely registering in the dimly lit chaos. No one seemed to notice you; they were too caught up in their own world, their laughter and movements creating a rhythm all their own.

Your eyes scanned the room, unsure where to look. The dancers were a blur of motion, their faces glowing with exertion and exhilaration. The walls were lined with people watching, some cheering, others clapping along to the beat.

And then your gaze landed on him.

He stood near the edge of the room, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. At first, you thought he was just observing, but there was something about the way he carried himself that made it impossible to look away.

He moved before you could process it, stepping forward with an ease that seemed almost rehearsed.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He was dressed simply—crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and dark slacks that fit him perfectly. Yet, despite the simplicity of his appearance, he commanded attention. The moment he stepped onto the dance floor, the energy in the room seemed to shift, everyone else falling into rhythm around him.

His partner was a tall, confident woman with sharp features and a presence that rivaled his own. Together, they moved with a precision and grace that was almost hypnotic. Every step, every turn, every dip was executed with such perfect timing that it felt more like an art form than a dance.

You didn’t realise you were holding your breath until the music shifted and they broke apart, her laughing as she spun away from him.

“Are you lost?”

The voice startled you, low and calm but firm enough to cut through the noise.

You turned quickly, your heart pounding as you found yourself face-to-face with him. Up close, he was even more striking—high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and blonde hair that seemed almost golden under the dim light. His eyes, however, were what caught your attention. They were intense, unwavering, and locked onto you in a way that made it impossible to look away.

“I… I heard the music,” you stammered, your voice barely audible over the beat.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his tone not unkind but leaving little room for argument.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you said quickly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “I was just curious.”

“Curiosity isn’t always a good thing,” he replied, his gaze narrowing slightly.

“Nanami, give her a break.”

The voice came from behind him, light and teasing. His dance partner stepped forward, her hands on her hips as she smirked at you. “Not everyone gets a glimpse of our little world. Let her enjoy it.”

Nanami—if that was his name—sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This isn’t for guests,” he said firmly, though his tone had softened slightly.

“Maybe she wants to learn,” the woman suggested, her smirk widening. “What do you think? Ever tried dancing like this?”

“Me?” You blinked, caught off guard by the question. “No, I… I don’t think I’d be any good at it.”

“Perfect,” she said, ignoring your hesitation. “You can’t be worse than I was when I started.”

Nanami shot her a look, but his attention quickly returned to you. “Do you want to dance, or did you just come here to watch?”

The question caught you off guard. His tone wasn’t mocking, but there was a challenge in it, one that made it impossible to back down.

“I… I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Then you shouldn’t be here,” he said simply, turning away.

“Wait.”

The word left your lips before you could stop it, and he paused, glancing back over his shoulder.

“You need a partner, don’t you?” his dance partner interjected, crossing her arms with a knowing grin. “You said so yourself earlier.”

Nanami sighed again, though there was a hint of resignation in the sound. “This isn’t a game,” he said, his gaze locking onto yours. “If you’re not serious, don’t waste my time.”

His words ignited something in you, a flicker of determination you hadn’t felt in a long time. “I’m serious,” you said, surprising even yourself.

For a moment, he didn’t respond, his eyes studying you with an intensity that made your stomach twist. Then, finally, he nodded.

“Let’s see if you’re serious right now,” Nanami said. He held his hand out toward you.

Nanami’s hand hung in the space between you, steady and sure. His gaze bore into you, sharp and assessing, as though weighing the measure of your resolve.

For a moment, you hesitated. Every voice in your head screamed at you to back away, to leave before you made a fool of yourself. But there was something about the challenge in his expression, the quiet confidence in his movements, that drew you forward.

Swallowing hard, you placed your hand in his. His grip was firm, grounding, and he wasted no time in leading you onto the edge of the makeshift dance floor.

The woman from earlier smirked knowingly. “Good luck,” she said, her tone teasing. “Try not to step on his toes.”

Nanami ignored her, his focus entirely on you. The crowd seemed to fade away, the music quieting just enough to let his voice cut through the din.

“We’ll start simple,” he said. “Your posture needs to be right, or nothing else will work.”

He placed his free hand gently on your lower back, guiding you into position. The heat of his palm was almost distracting, but his tone remained professional, his movements precise. “Stand tall, but don’t stiffen up. Relax your shoulders.”

You tried to do as he said, adjusting your stance under his careful guidance. His grip on your hand tightened slightly as he gave a small nod of approval.

“Good,” he murmured. “Now, the basics. Follow my lead.”

The music shifted to something slower, a rhythm that was still steady but less overwhelming. Nanami began to move, his steps deliberate and measured, and you did your best to mirror him.

It wasn’t as easy as it looked.

Your first few steps were clumsy, your feet fumbling to match his pace. He didn’t comment, though his eyes flicked down to your movements with a critical intensity. When you stumbled slightly, his hold on you tightened, keeping you steady.

“Don’t think so much,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Just listen to the beat. Let it guide you.”

You nodded, trying to focus on the rhythm rather than the sheer proximity of him. The way his hand rested on your back, the subtle shift of his muscles as he moved—it was all incredibly distracting.

After a few more tries, you began to find a rhythm, your movements less hesitant and more fluid. Nanami gave a slight nod, a ghost of approval passing over his expression.

“You’re not hopeless,” he said, the faintest hint of amusement in his tone.

“Thanks, I guess,” you replied, unable to keep the sarcasm out of your voice.

His lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “Don’t get cocky. We’re just getting started.”

The music shifted again, picking up speed, and Nanami adjusted his steps accordingly. He guided you through the movements with a precision that made it clear this was second nature to him. His grip was firm but not overbearing, his presence commanding without being intimidating.

“Don’t anticipate my steps,” he instructed. “Just follow.”

“I’m trying,” you said, frustration creeping into your voice. “This isn’t exactly my comfort zone.”

“Good,” he replied simply. “Growth doesn’t happen in comfort.”

His words struck a chord, silencing any retort you might have had. Instead, you focused on his movements, letting him guide you through the dance. There was a strange sort of rhythm to it, a push and pull that felt almost like a conversation without words.

At one point, he spun you out, your hand slipping from his before he caught it again, pulling you back in. The motion was smooth, effortless, and for a fleeting moment, you felt a spark of exhilaration.

“Better,” he said, his tone neutral, but the faintest trace of approval lingered in his expression.

The music slowed again, and Nanami led you into a more grounded rhythm, his movements more subdued but no less intentional. You could feel the heat of his gaze on you, his eyes watching your every step.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked suddenly, the question slipping out before you could stop it.

His brow furrowed slightly. “Doing what?”

“Giving me a chance,” you clarified. “I’m just some random guest. You could’ve sent me away.”

He didn’t answer right away, his expression unreadable as he guided you through another turn. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, almost thoughtful.

“Curiosity can be dangerous,” he said. “But it can also be… valuable.”

You frowned, not entirely sure what he meant, but before you could press him further, the music came to an end. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, pulling you back into the present.

Nanami stepped back, releasing you from his hold. His expression had returned to its usual unreadable calm, though there was a flicker of something else in his eyes—something you couldn’t quite place.

“You did well for a first attempt,” he said simply.

“Thanks,” you replied, still catching your breath. “I think.”

His lips twitched again, but instead of responding, he turned and began walking toward the door. Before he disappeared, he glanced back over his shoulder.

“Eight o’clock tomorrow,” he said. “Don’t be late.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving you standing in the middle of the room, your heart still racing from the dance—and from him.

[fishfishfishfishfishfishfish1]

darrel shaynne curtis jr is a dancer because i said so

[crazyf0rswayze]

Can you write about Johnny Castle (Dirty Dancing) with a girlfriend who’s jealous of Baby please? Like she distances herself from Johnny because she feels as if he is falling in love with Baby when in reality they’re just friends. I love angst ngl😭 And thank you for reading this:)

This is pretty bad bc I haven't really written angst 😭 but here you go

This is a place where I don't feel alone

This is a place where I feel at home

Y/N POV

Johnny was the most loving and caring person imaginable. We never let our dance partners get between us. I never let the guys in and he never let the girls in. But ever since I got back from my trips and my performances it feels different. She had everything I didn't and she was beautiful and young. Sure, she was only a year younger than me but it just felt like she was ages younger than me. Just youthful and perfect and...I don't know. This feeling of slight betrayal started the day I walked in on them practicing in the studio. She seemed like she could keep her hands off him and he seemed as if his hands were like magnets and she was a smooth piece of metal. They didn't hear me open the door or see me. So I went right back out. I didn't tell Johnny what I saw and I didn't address it to him. I knew if I had a worry I could come to him but it felt different this time. I would still spend my nights with him, lying in his bed as he slept, looking at the ceiling and wondering if I was good enough. What is he wanted her instead? It always felt like he was spending every hour with her. I got no time with him and when he got back to the cabin he was always tired. I guess I was a little jealous of her because she had all his time and she go all of the touch that I craved. And everybody else has left me minus him. I never ever felt like I was good enough for him and this didn't help. What if this was the time that he realized I wasn't enough and he left like everybody else did? He was this big star and I was just this small dancer who few knew about. I mostly did tap and slow partner dances like Johnny did all the time.

"I have to go to the studio today ok?" Johnny said as he stood up to stretch after he woke up. I rolled over to look at him and put on a fake smile.

"Ok"

"You ok? You seem like you haven't been sleepin' well these past few days" He says in his beautiful, deep voice.

"Um..yea. I-I guess it's a little bit of jet lag" I lie. What was really happening is that horrible thoughts would run through my head every night and I would have small nightmares about Johnny leaving.

"Ok Y/n" he says walking across the room to the chair holding his black hoodie and his duffel bag.

"I think I'm gonna visit Penny today." I say softly and he walks back to the side of the bed and sits down.

"Yea?" he asks, grabbing a pair of worn sneakers and putting them on

"Yea. She deserves it. Oh and God, what happened to her is just horrible. I feel so bad about what happened. And knowing what that other doctor could have done....God. I know you two are close, and I know you're upset that you can't do the end of summer dance with her" I say sitting up and resting my head on his shoulder. He looks at me and then back out the window.

"Are you mad at me?" I ask worried.

"Of course not baby! Why would I be mad?" he asks looking in my eyes

"I-I don't know." I say. I don't know exactly why, but I felt tear prick my eyes. He pecks my lips and stands up.

"I'll see you this afternoon ok?" He says leaning over my body what was now lying back down.

"I don't want you to go..." I say, reaching for his hand and linking our pointer fingers together. He slowly pulls away

"I have to. You know that if I could do the end of summer dance with you I would"

"I already know most of it!"

"Show me then" he says with a teasing smirk

"I'm too tired" I say. He chuckles a little and walks to the door. He walks out shutting it softly behind him. My fake smile falls of my face immediately after he walks away from the cabin. I loved him I really, really did...but everything felt different. Like he didn't love me anymore. Like he wanted to be way from me. So I'll give him what he wants. I'll stay away from him...

"Hi Penny" I say softly as I enter her cabin.

"Y/n!!?" she says as a smile breaks onto her face.

"How are you? How do you feel? Johnny told me what happened. I'm so so sorry you had to go through that." I ramble as I sit in the chair beside her bed.

"I feel lots better. I'll be out of bed tomorrow, the doctor said. Otherwise I've been fine. I'm a little disappointed I won't do the end of summer dance with Johnny though"

"Yea...you guys always have the best performances" I say smiling quickly, and then looking down at my legs. They were friends before I met Johnny but from everything that happened to me....I still get scared. I think Penny sensed that.

"He's not leaving you. Ever. When you guys met he came to me to ask me how he should ask you out. He's so in love sweetheart. He would spend practices talking about you...I had to shut him up all the time!!" Penny expresses.

"I'm just worried...He hasn't said 'I love you' since I got back."

"Please don't tell him Penny....I swear I'll tell him how I feel." I add on

"I wouldn't do that to you hun" she says.

"I'm so sorry, but I have to go. I'll visit tomorrow ok?" I say

"Ok...I'll see you then" she says with and excited smile on her face

TIME SKIP TO A WEEK LATER - MONDAY

It's late-ish, and I was sitting in my bed journaling when I heard a knock on my door. There's only about 4 people that would come to my door, so I didn't bother who it is.

"Come it!" I shout

"Hey Penny!" I say as she walks in my door. I close my journal and put my pen down. I was sitting criss-cross (apple sauce) on my bed. I pat a spot beside me and she sits.

"Johnny's worried....you haven't talked to him in a week and he's halted his practices with Baby." Penny says looking down at her feet. I sit there silent.

"Why did he stop practicing?"

"Because he thought you'd come back. Y/n he needs you. He asks me every day if I've heard from you, if your mad, if you hate him, if you hate Baby....just try and talk to him"

"I'm no good Penny!! I don't understand why he needs me, why he loves me..."

"Because you stayed. He went all over the country and you went with him. Because you never left. Everyone left him, but not you."

"You didn't leave" I say looking at her. She looks back at me and smiles

"He wants you not me...don't make this about me sweets. Just go visit him" She says

"Fine...I'll see him." I say. I stand up and grab my shoes putting them on before walking out the door. I look back at Penny with a pout

"Go!" She whisper shouts. I walk out the door and softly close it behind me. I take a deep breath before walking to Johnny's cabin. I get there quickly. Once I reach Johnny's house I start panicking. What if he yells? What if he says we're done? What if he slams the door in my face? I start to fidget with my fingers. I take deep breaths and after about three minutes of panicking that almost brought me to tears, I knock on the door. Johnny opens the door with out really looking at me. He lifts his head to look at me. His eyes are red and puffy and his nose is red. He pulls me into a tight hug, slowly walking backwards into to cabin. He shuts the door and rocks me side to side. I slowly and hesitantly wrap my arms around his body. I feel his tears drop onto my hair...

"Why did you leave? Why did you leave...I need you...you can't leave." he whispers. I didn't respond. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to.

"I missed you so much, I-I couldn't sleep. My bed felt so empty" he whispers as he sniffles. I look up at his eyes with tears in mine

"Why did you go?" He asks again, looking in my eyes with his teary ones.

"Because I though you would be better off without me. You...you seemed like you wanted her." Johnny looks at me with disbelief. His brows furrow with sadness. 

"Never! I would never ever leave you! She's just a dance partner...maybe a friend but she is nothing compared to you. You're my world. Y-you're my everything Y/n. Why why why would you think I would leave you for her!?" Johnny says, with his hands cupping my cheeks.

"Because she's so perfect! She has beautiful eyes and beautiful hair and a wonderful body. She just looks so much younger." I say as tears trickle down my cheeks and hit Johnny's hands.

"Come here" He says as he grabs my hand and walks me over to the mirror. He stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, and puts his head on my shoulder. He turns his head and leaves a light kiss on my neck, making me giggle. His arms depart from my waist and he moves his head away from my shoulder.

"I love this" he says, petting my hair, and kissing my head.

"I love these too" he says, pointing to my eyes. He walks so he's in front of me, but when he points something out he moves so I can see myself in the mirror.

"I love these" he says, kissing my lips softly. He moves so I can see myself.

"I love this" he says, placing kisses all on my collar bone. He moves again so I can see.

"I love this" he says, getting on his knees and kissing my stomach. I giggle at the sight, and the ticklish feeling.

"Oh god and I love love love! these" he says lying multiple kisses on my bare thighs. He stands back up and looks in my eyes.

"I. Love. You. I love how caring you are, I love your cuddles and your kisses, I love how you laugh, I love your smile, I love how sympathetic and understanding you are, I love you. And I couldn't stop to save my life." He says the last part with an airy chuckle.

"I lov-" I get cut off by a finger pressed against my lips.

"This is about you not me ok? I appreciate you trying" He says with a jokey smile.

"But I wanna tell you how much I love you" I say with a pout.

"Fine" he says

"I love how you dance, I love your hugs and cuddles and kisses, I love to see you smile because it's so rare that you do, I love how when you laugh you look down to hide how red your face gets, I love how caring you are and how you get worried over small things...I love that a lot actually...um... I love how tall you are, because when we hug my head can be on your chest....I love you. And I won't stop. I'm sorry I stopped talking to you. But I'm happy we worked it out" I say going on my toes to kiss his pretty lips.

"You dance amazingly by the way" he says. I smile at him

"I'm tired" I say.

"Gosh me too. I'm so happy that my bed won't be so empty now." he says.

"Me too...I'll admit my bed felt pretty empty too" I say walking a few feet from him so I could undress. I take off my shirt and shorts and Johnny takes off his shirt and jeans. I walk back over to him and place a hand on his chest. I pull his head down so I can kiss him. We make out for a few minutes then pull away for air.

"I love you" he says. He walks over to the bed and lies down on it before lifting the blanket over his beautiful body. I stand there like an idiot,just looking at him.

"Come here" he says softly. I walk over to my side of the bed and get cozy under the sheets. I scoot closer to him and put my head against his chest. His strong arms wrap snugly around my waist.

"I love you more than anything else, and I'm not going anywhere. You stayed with me...you always did. And in return I'm going to stick with you no matter what because after everything that has happened to you...you deserve it." he says before kissing my head.

"I love you too" I mumble tiredly. I soon drift to sleep,safe in my lovely boyfriend's arms again.

[oceansssblue]

hi hello!!! i love your stories, and I’ve been getting back into bad batch and i’d love to request a piece of your writing!! could i have an AFAB reader x hunter please? reader is their professional field medic and certified mechanic, who was an old competitive dancer all throughout school, academy days, and training. one day, she’s cleaning up in the ship and finds a stowaway holopad and holodisk that’s full of readers performances from years past of every single one of their dance performances. as reader watches through the numerous amounts of performances, omega and the others see and asks to watch all of her performances with the reader. later on, when reader is asleep, omega brings up the topic of the reader being a dancer to the others and hunter, and nudges him in the direction of learning one of her favorite dances for the upcoming summer festivals in Pabu.

and then cue hunter struggling how to learn the iconic dance and lift from Dirty Dancing.

reader finds out, because crosshair mentioned in passing to fluster the reader about their not-so-secret crush on their sergeant. reader plans to make their move and catch hunter during practice—and gets him at the right time. hunter reluctantly agrees to do the dance with her, but insists it’s nowhere near as good as her recorded performances. as they run through the dance, the reader goes for the jump and hunter successfully lifts them in the air—which leans to reader being so excited they kiss hunter as a thank you. confessions ensue, and the whole squad saw it.

sorry if it’s a lot—i just like to be detailed,,can’t wait to see what you come up with!!!!

Hi! I'm glad u liked my stories, ty! Bruh, I laughed SO MUCH imagining serious fierce determined Hunter doing the dirty dance lmao. But your wish is my command, so here you go love!

Xx,

Sky.

"A JUMP OF FAITH"

HUNTER/F READER 📩💖

WARNINGS: noneee, this is pure dancing&kisses&fluff.

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There isn't a period of your life you can remember without losing yourself in a dance. You have blurred memories of yourself stumbling on your own steps with no more than four years old, trying to follow the way your parents happily danced with each other in the kitchen, love and peace almost breathable in the air of your small home. You remember how you grinned, wide-eyed, when they first took you to your first ever dance class; how excited you always were when school finished and they drived you there in the afternoons. You danced throughout school, medical care academy, and the years you spent getting a degree in engineering and mechanics. Hell, you even danced through your combat training period with the GAR; finding strength and comfort in well-learnt rutines, moves and steps you could pull elegantly and effortlesly even with your eyes closed, letting the music and muscle memory guide you. Those little moments allowed you to carry on.

When you find your old holodisks while cleaning and tidying up the Marauder –thank the Maker these guys have you, if not they could be covered in their own dirt by now– an involuntary nostalgic smile spreads through your face. Your parents made sure to record every single one of your performances, every competition year after year after year; gifting them all to you in a heartfelt goodbye when you announced you were going to travel to Coruscant and volunteer for the GAR four years ago.

You're half way through your records when Omega joins you sitting down on the corridor floor; curiously peering down onto your cracked datapad.

"What are you watching?" She asks, then gasps when she recognices your figure in the video. "That's you! I knew you danced, but not like that!"

You chuckle and turn the screen towards her. Omega's eyes don't leave the datapad; nor your body moving almost ethereally through the recording.

"Yeah, I did competitions and everything, before the war" you tell her with a small smile. "Mum and dad went to every single one".

"Wow" Omega grins up at you, tilting her head. "What's your favourite?"

"My favorite dance?" You hum thoughtfully. Then, tap away in your datapad, finding the right recording. "Probably this one. It's a style called dirty dancing. It's fun and carefree, while also sensual and pasionate".

Omega stares at the way your old self smirks to the male dancer in the video. You let her watch the whole dance; her eyes growing wider with the final iconic jump.

"I miss having a dance partner" you laugh, watching with a fond smile your old friend hiking you up on his hands. "There's only so many moves you can practice on your own... I loved trying those challenging ones".

Omega hums, lost in her own thoughts.

"Can I keep this? For a few days?" She asks, hopeful. "I'd like to watch a few more".

You shrug in acceptance; then caress her shoulder affectionately.

"You can keep them for the whole month if you want. As long as you take care of them and give them back..."

Omega gives you a radiant smile.

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Two nights after that, when you're asleep on Tech's bunk –the goggled clone piloting the Marauder back to safety–, Hunter catches Omega wide awake in the middle of the night, eyes glued to a datapad he doesn't recognise as one of Tech's, and a almost concentrated expresion on her face.

"What are you watching, kid?" He asks her, gently, staring up at her small makeshift bedroom they managed to arrange for her.

Omega blinks and pauses the video. Her innocent face fills with childish excitement.

"Star's old dancing performances! Did you know she went to competitions and everything?" she gushes, whispering confidentionally.

Hunter smiles silently.

"I didn't know that, no. So she let you watch her recordings, then?"

Hunter is very curious, he can't deny that. He's dying to have a look through that datapad.

Omega nods and quickly finds the specific video on the datapad files.

"Yeah, she even showed me her favourite once. It's called dirty dancing. Here, you can watch yourself!"

Omega all but pushes the datapad into Hunter's hands, and he has no other option –nor he wants to– to stare at your recording, your figure dancing flawlessly through the screen. He has a fond tiny smile on his face without even realising it.

"Why don't you learn that dance and surprise her for the upcoming festival in Pabu, Hunter?" She suggests, whispering excitedly.

Hunter swallows nervously.

"I... Don't think I'll be able to pull that, kid".

"I disagree" Tech's voice suddenly cuts in the conversation at his back, and Hunter turns around expectantly towards him. The Marauder must be set in automatic course now. "We're naturally agile and have trained our coordination skills for years; I believe learning a dance such as this once is only a matter of effort and practice. At least to cover a minimum and do a decent job; not achieving a profesional level, that is".

Hunter hesitates. He feels like he'll look ridiculous trying this. But oh, to see that expresion on your face...

Omega grins.

"Come on, Hunter! There's a whole month left and Tech and I can give you tips and help you learn the rutine. She mentioned the other day just how much she missed having a dancing partner. It'll make her so happy!"

Hunter sighs, negative crumbling down with their insistence. Who would have told him that a soldier like him would have to learn how to dance, huh?

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Crosshair's new favorite hobby is watching Hunter struggling to learn Star's dance. It's ridiculous, really; how the firm, fierce, determined sargeant turns to a nervous uncoordinated mess as soon as the music starts playing on Tech's datapad. He has made some considerable progress in the last two weeks, sure; but Hunter has a long way to go still. Crosshair is also delighted to watch the frustration on his goggled brother's face and needs to swallow his laugh when Tech joins in on the dance too; trying to teach Hunter the moves. The fact that Tech can apparently dance more or less right without proper training doesn't surprise him. Tech knows how to analyse visuals to perfection, pay attention to the details; and replicate fairly well. But Tech's not the dance partner their resident female has really in mind, huh?

Hopefully his brother would be able to properly learn the rutine for Pabu's festival in another two weeks time. Though Crosshair thinks it would be hilarious to watch him embarass himself in front of all Pabu's cheerful model citizens, he knows he wouldn't be able to look at Star in the eyes for days; and he hasn't got the patience to cope with such akwardness without snapping at the both of them.

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"Hey, Omega, did you finish watching those old vids?" You ask her almost a whole month after you lend her your datapad. "I was thinking on getting the pieces I need to fix it next time we make a pit stop to refuel".

Her eyes widens, and she smiles almost nervously.

"Uh, no... No, I haven't" she looks up at you guiltily. "Can I keep it for a week more?"

It's sweet she likes your recorded performances so much –and a bit strange, honestly–, so you nod in acceptance. Instead of smiling and staying with you to chat a bit longer though –like she would usually do–, Omega quickly dissapears under the excuse of having promised Wrecker a game of dejarik –periodically glancing backwards at you– in a way that feels too much like running away.

You frown completely confused. Crosshair stops in the corridor besides you, leaning lazily against the wall and watching Omega's hurried retreat as well. You tilt your head, pensive.

"Any idea what was that all about?" You ask hopefully.

Crosshair hums uncomitedly and stays quiet for a few seconds; perhaps pondering if he should give you an answer or not.

"They have this little show going on where Tech and Omega try to teach Hunter that dance you like so much". He finally confesses.

Your eyes fly towards him, stunned.

Crosshair shrugs.

"They wanted to surprise you in Pabu's festival" he pats your shoulder almost mockingly. "Seems you're crush on your sergeant is not that unrequited".

Crosshair almost swaggers out of sight; and though a small part of you feels embarassed for him noticing your feelings and irritated for ruining the surprise, it can't compare to how warm and loved you suddenly feel by the secret revealed. Hunter's learning dirty dancing for you. Hunter. For you.

The knowledge of such an important person to you, the man that holds your heart between his fingers, doing such a thoughtful gesture for you, pushing in hours of his time, is enough to make you melt. You can't help but smile for the rest of your day.

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The Marauder is stationed in the middle of Aksiis forest, the Batch unanumously deciding to make one last pit stop here for the night before continuing your trip to Pabu. It has been a long two-months, and all of you are feeling a bit desperate to return to safety, to Pabu's peaceful coast line and it's wonderfully kind people; everyone will be even happier than usual with the summer festival finally taking place.

You walk to the cockpit after walking up from your small nap, and Crosshair's the only one there. You arch an eyebrow in a silent question and he makes an equally silent gesture with his head to the outsides of the ship; a desinterested expresion on his face. You nod and walk down the ramp. You swear you could completely communicate without words for days with Crosshair.

You hear music playing low, and you hesitate for just a second. Then you find your resolve again and approach them with a fond smile on your face. This is all very sweet, it really is; but you don't want this moment with Hunter happening for the first time in the middle of a crowded loud festival, all of your feelings being shared temptatively for the first time for all to gossip and stare. A nice, quiet night with just your newfound family sounds perfect instead.

Hunter is so engrossed with his rutine he doesn't even hear you arrive; only Omega widening her eyes and quickly pointing it out.

"S-star!" she stutters, surprised. "Uh, Hunter... Hunter, we got company".

Tech presses pause, and Hunter turns sharply towards you, eyes widening too at the shock of being caught. Wrecker's eyes flicker from one to the other in a very obvious, caught red-handed nervous expresion.

You chuckle and cross your arms in front of you.

"So this is where you all dissapear to, huh?"

Tech quickly furrows his brow, connecting the dots.

"Please, do not act as if Crosshair hasn't told you a word of this. For such a talent in dancing, your acting definitevely needs some work on top of that mediocre skill".

"Tech" Hunter calls him, firmly, voice low, and the goggled clone readjusts his lenses before standing up and clearing his throat.

"Apologies if I somehow offended you" he quickly offers, then makes a hand sign to Wrecker and Omega. "We will give you some space now".

The three of them walk away –Tech completely undisturbed by the whole act and the other two following him after showing you a guilty puppy smile–. "Space" appearently means sitting down on the Marauder's ramp, where your's and Hunter's figures are still very much visible. You ignore them and give Hunter a fond smile.

"So you've been learning how to dirty dance?" you ask, trying to control the eagerness inside.

Hunter actually blushes; the unusual sight surprises you, and you have to restrain yourself not to coo and cuddle up to him. He's got no right to be sexy and adorable at the same time. It isn't fair.

"Yeah" he plays with his bandana, tugging it down a tad nervously. "I'm afraid I'm still not very good, though".

You smile encourangingly.

"I doubt it. Plus, it always feels weird to practice on your own, less natural if it's a two person dance like this one. Want us to try together?"

Hunter had picture this going different in his mind. On Pabu, with a beautiful sunset; but you're beautiful enough for everything. And you're so excited... He can read it easily on your posture and eyes.

He sighs and offers a small smile.

"Alright. Tech?" He turns and calls to him, louder. "Mind playing the track one more time?"

Omega claps excitedly, Wrecker whistling cheerfully, and you take your position besides Hunter; shooting him a grin and watching him with the corner of your eye.

The music starts playing slowly. You smile to Hunter invitingly, aware that this dance is going to take much more physical contact than what you're both used to. He grabs your waist, hand then sliding up to your upper back, while you gently grab his bicep. When Hunter helps you make the initial tiny dip back, and pulls you back to him afterwards, your heart stutters and a radiant smile shows on your face. This is a dream come true for you.

You turn around shyly, standing in front of his body now, and softly drag your left hand downwards through his hair and neck while he caresses your hip gently. Your eyes lock, your body almost reclined on his; warmth spreads inside of you, the kind of feeling that's a mix between fondness, embarassment and delight bubbling inside of you. Hunter's hand finds yours; and then, just when the music changes the slow beat to something more quick and fun, he makes you spin away from him with a quick push, before tugging you back towards him and your body quickly steps into a well learnt rutine with your new dance partner.

You're both very focused on each move at first. It takes a bit of adjustment; you're not used to dancing with each other, Hunter is still learning, and it's being a while since you practiced this. It would be kind of pathetic to stumble –being a profesional– while Hunter nailed his steps perfectly. Soon, though, your matching grins widen; and you whole heartedly trust each other with every spin and twist, each success making your feet move faster and more self-assured until you're both flying over your secluded spot on Aksiis forest, lost in each other's eyes and the music.

It's exhilarating. It took you years of practicing together for you and your past dance partner to reach this level of complicity, of understanding; but it's easy with Hunter, the conection and syncronization almost natural, and you wonder if it's all a result of your mutual –now clear– feelings.

Hunter takes his spot on the solo part of his dance and you watch him with a grin, a chuckle escaping your lips. He shoots one back at you. He probably feels a bit self-conscious and a bit ridiculous, the soldier that he is; but he sees the delight and amusement in your eyes, the affection, hears your beating heart, and he'll do this and more to see that smile lighting up your face one more time.

He gives you a tiny nod to show that he's ready and you run towards him, jumping just an inch away from where he's waiting for you and trusting your body to him wholeheartedly. He doesn't let you down. Hunter catches you perfectly, quickly pushing your weight up over his head with two firm hands on either side of your pelvic; holding you steady as if you weight nothing for him. Hands spread to the sides and legs elegantly straight, eight foots away from the floor, you feel like you're flying; and the carefree, purely unadulerated happiness bubbles out of you in the form of laughter.

You're still laughing when Hunter carefully brings you back down to earth, both of your bodies sliding slowly against the other, pressed up together while your eyes lock once again. He's smiling as well, enjoying the sincere happiness etched on your face; love and fondness clear in his chocolate eyes. You kiss him; you can't help yourself.

Hunter smiles into your lips and tightens his hands on your hips affectionately. He'd learn a thousend more dances if this is his reward.

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"Crosshair, what are you doing?" Tech asks when he catches his twin with a datapad on his hands, holding it in the direction of Hunter and Star.

The sniper snorts quietly.

"I thought it was obvious" he drawls in his caracteristic low voice. "I'm recording".

Omega smiles.

"Aw, Crosshair, that's sweet! I'm sure Star would love to have this dance filmed as well" the girl agrees.

Tech hums, watching the couple dance completely in sync. He did a good job teaching him.

"Very considerate, yes" he acepts.

Crosshair huffs.

"Not really. I'm just making sure they feel in debt with me" he replies, still filming, and not caring if his words stay recorded forever. "They won't be able to throw shit at me for weeks".

Tech shakes his head, and Omega and Wrecker both laugh in a mix of exasperation and fondness. Crosshair smirks.

They all inevitably hold their breath when Hunter catches Star and pushes her over his head; smiling unconciously.

"He did it!" Wrecker exclaims excitedly.

Tech smiles proudly.

"He only had to drop me four times to manage it".

Crosshair chuckles. He zooms in.

Hunter and Star kiss; both melting in each others arms like they're missing pieces of each other's puzzle. Omega coos fondly, Wrecker grins and punches the air in a sign of victory, while Tech clears his throat slightly uncomfortable with the display of affection. Crosshair rolls his eyes.

When the kiss turns more passionate and less innocent, their bodies pressing up together with more purpose now, Crosshair stops recording and tugs at Omega's hand, dragging his goggled twin with the other one. Wrecker laughs and tags along after them, getting inside of the Marauder again.

"Okay" Crosshair snorts. "Enough of watching mum and dad making out, let's call it a day".

THE END.

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Taraa! I haven't watched dirty-dancing, actually, but I did watch the dance like three or four times for this so I hope i did it okay! Hope you like it :)

With this request we finish the second part of the requests masterlist (that's 20 requests y'all)! I will re-open a third part in the future, not to worry.

We're only two followers away from a 100!! I have something special prepared 👀 I really think (&hope) y'all like it!

Xx,

Sky.

Back go main masterlist here:

[biggestsimponhere]

“Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold”

I love Diego Luna with all my heart, I want a hug.

[navybrat817]

Stud and Smartie (or really any version of Bucky x Reader) dancing around just to have Steve interrupt them. 😂

[russsiangirl]

dancing with patrick zweig... ( x reader )

this man cannot keep his hands off of you.. he loves holding onto you whenever and however he can. he definitely watched dirty dancing ( per your request ) and was like "hey we should try that.." so you did! Patrick looked down at you with that stupid smirk on his face. You had tried to focus on stepping on time, tried your best. But he was just so distracting. His hands were rough from years of tennis but they felt so nice against your warm skin. Your breath was heavy as you went to go start the dance over again for what felt like the millionth time. "Look, are you even trying here?" You can tell he's messing with you, but you still don't let up. One thing you didn't expect from Patrick was that he knew how to dance, and he knew how to dance pretty damn well.

"I'm sorry Mommy and Daddy didn't get me dance classes when I was younger." You knew it was a low blow, it definitely was. But you loved riling Patrick up, seeing how far he would take it. What his breaking point was. You grinned as he huffed before tightening his grip and pulling you flush against him, chest to chest, hip to hip. Your breath caught in your throat as he lowered his head down to the shell of your ear, his breath hot against it.

“You think Mommy and Daddy taught me how to do this?” His voice was a low rasp as he snickered in your ear. The position you were in didn’t exactly help either. Your chests were pressed against each other as you were slightly perched on his thigh. Y’all were trying to copy the dance from ‘Dirty Dancing’ after all.

Leaning back slightly, you put your hands on his chest, pushing away lightly. “You’re a prick, y’know?” There was no heat behind the insult, it was purely playful. But with the way Patrick looked at you, eyes lidded and mouth parted slightly - you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“Yeahh, but you love it, don’t you?” Well, you’re fucked. You try to find a reason to leave, to get out, to break out of the trance that Patrick Zweig has you in. You can’t leave though, you can’t lose what you have, can’t lose this moment.  Your jaw drops just a bit at his question. Almost shocked, almost. You knew Patrick. You knew how he played. Tennis or not. Your face flushes at the proximity, how close you were - how you were practically on his lap. It was seriously fucking you up.

Your gaze drags from his beautiful green eyes to his pretty lips, his lips that just begged you to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him so bad, to drown every smartass comment that he had with your lips. You wanted him to be speechless, you wanted Patrick Zweig to shut the fuck up for once. You wanted to kiss that stupid smirk off of his face.

So you did.

You cupped his face with your hands, practically cradling his jaw as you smashed your lips onto his. A shocked gasp rising in his throat before you swallowed it down yourself. It’s sloppy, desperate, a last-resort to tell him how you really feel. Inhaling quickly as he picked you up by the backs of your thighs, his grip slightly painful. The only thing you could focus on right now was him.

This was gonna be complicated.

I WAS NOT PLANNING ON WRITING FOR PATRICK BUT OOOOOOh. yea guys!!! sorry if this is a bit much im .. yeah

[terrence-silver]

80s terry with a beloved that loves dirty dancing and always asks terry to lift her the same way

And he does. Effortlessly. He undoubtedly doesn't even need a pool of water to balance himself in for preparation's sake the way Patrick Swayze in the movie iconically did. I imagine he just takes beloved and lifts them up over his head with both hands like they weigh nothing at all and smiles as he does it the entire time because he's just about flaunting his size, overall physical prowess right along with his strength. Man isn't 6'5 for nothing.

[icu-now]

& i owe it all to you (s.h.) - teaser

in june 1987, richard harrington gave his son a deal. figure out what he wants to do with his life before the end summer, or finally make his company harrington and son. (that, or steve joins the army.)

by fourth of july weekend, steve is kissing his friends goodbye, and taking the losing blow from his father. he accompanies his parents to mount auburn resort and ski, forfeiting the last of his adolescent freedom. lucky for him (and his sanity), a certain resort dance instructor needs his help more than she likes to admit it.

steve harrington x "baby"/fem!reader, dirty dancing!au

18+ mdni!!!!

warnings: based off of dirty dancing (1987) but gender bent !! slowburn, fluff, angst (i want the levels to be high lol), (eventual) smut, cursing, kinda enemies to lovers??, eddie x reader (minor/platonic), reader is called/referred to as baby (but otherwise has no other physical descriptions), pretty steve centric, prose heavy? more to be added w each chapter..

Chapter 1 (COMING SOON)

lmk if you wanna be tagged, or if u wanna chat!!! (inbox)

a/n: ehheheheheheheheheheh new serrrieiiiesssss. i have ~3k words down for just planning, and im carving out p1 as we speak. ive been in love w dd since forever, from the dancing, to the soundtrack, to the summertime. (it is literally -30 rn and i am missing my denim shorts ☹️) get ready for lake dancing and a forced proximity slowburn mwuah haha ALSO joe doing the lift im gnawing my pillows plsss

also copyright disclaimer! i am in no way claiming to own characters or story lines from stranger things and/or dirty dancing. divider is from @firefly-graphics <3

[mamasturn]

— dirty dancing, part 8. (hate our love).

pairing: austin!elvis x black!fem!oc (cynthia)

summary: there are moments where elvis and cynthia are reminded that the world is still slow to change.

warning: language, discussion about racism and discrimination.

song reference: hate our love, queen naija ft. big sean.

note: long time, no see.

potential tag list (these people tend to interact the most. let me know if you want to be added/removed): @neeville @dulcewrites @crash-and-cure @cvpidspearl @blackwriter48 @wonderprince @venus2eros @adoreyouusugar @sunshinetoday1 @cosmic-parker @wacoshuffle @kaitaesupremacy

“I am so sick of this shit,” Cynthia grumbled lowly. “Always talkin’ shit about what doesn’t concern them.” Her disgruntled demeanor caught the attention of those in the living room of the illustrious Graceland estate. She tore her trench coat off her shoulders and flung it across the room. Down when a portrait of her and her lover at the courthouse. Her heeled boots shook the floor with every step she took.

“Cyn, baby!” Elvis shot up from the couch at her outburst. Confused mumbles and incoherent conversations arose at the sudden outburst. Never had they seen her act out of character, ever. And it was a concerning scene to watch play out. Jerry ushered Elvis to follow her, insisting they’d come back when she was calm.

Elvis stepped over the fallen portrait and raced up the spiral steps. He called her name like a child begging for its mother. Their bedroom door was cracked and only a slither of light entered. He pushed the door open slowly and saw Cynthia shuddering on the freshly made bed. Her body shook as gentle sobs fell from her lips. Elvis frowned.

“Cyn?” Elvis kicked off his white, leather boots and crawled onto the bed behind her. Curled into a ball like a child, she was, into the bear her father gifted her during her younger days. He frowned. “Will you talk to me?” Elvis touched her hand gently. She jerked away. He frowned.

“They hate me, Elvis,” she muttered after some time. “Everyone hates me because the man I love likes colored women. God forbid a white man like a Black woman.” A few more disgruntled rambles came from her.

He didn’t know how she felt. But, he knew how he felt. He’d spent almost ten years with her, and from the beginning, her fear of being hated by the world suffocated her until she was blue in the face. When they made their public debut the morning after their wedding, her nightmares came to fruition. The slurs, the hate mail, the blackmail, and all the like came crumbling like a freshly destroyed building. They stayed in Graceland for 21 days straight, because God forbid a white man like a Black woman, and let alone make her his wife.

Over time, people had gotten used to it, or at least pretended. Especially as the number of interracial couples increased. However, it did not eliminate the struggles they faced as an interracial couple in a racist country. There were plenty of stares, devilish comments, and threats on the lives of themselves and those around them.

“There’s nothin’ to hate, baby. It ain’t nothin’ more than ignorant, immature people who can’t see the bigger picture. Don’t nobody deserve to not love who they want to because of skin color. Yeah, we see it, but it’s not somethin’ to measure your goodness off of.” Elvis wrapped an arm around her. He leaned over her shoulder and tapped the stuffed animal a time or two. She lowered it slowly and tucked it under her chin. “I can’t imagine how you’re feelin’ right now, darlin’, but whatever you feel and whenever you feel it, lay it all on me. I don’ ever want you to feel like you can’t talk to me.”

“Why would I talk to your head off about what you don’t understand, Elvis?”

Ouch. Elvis huffed and sat up straight. He tugged her up with him. She did not make eye contact with him. Her chin was lowered and her arms strangled her stuffed animal.

“Because when I decided you were the one I wanted to spend my life with, I decided that I’d be the one to help carry the burden of what you deal with. I don’t understand, baby, I don’t. And I never will as long as I’m not in your shoes. But, I be damned if you think that just because that’s the case, that I can’t be a pillar for you to lean on when you can’t hold yourself up. I’m always here for you, Cyn.” Elvis’ thumb caressed Cynthia’s damp cheek. She leaned into his touch.

“They gon’ hate us, hate you regardless, baby. It ain’t stoppin’ nothin’ between us, you understand me?” She nodded slowly. “Come here.”

She abandoned her stuffed animal and let it rest against a strategically propped pillow. Cynthia’s manicured hands hiked up her pant leg to allot for movement and tucked herself under her husband’s arm. Elvis’ hand fell at her waist and squeezed.

“I love you, Cyn. Don’t forget that.”

“I love you, too, E.P.”

[gay4elliew]

I was watching Dirty Dancing for the millionth time and i was like…. Patrick Swayze’s voice reminds me of Joel Miller. If Patrick Swayze was alive now, he would have been a phenomenal Joel Miller or fancast. MARK MY WORDS!!!!

[emilyxdarling]

Drunk and nasty

Not proof read! So ignore the grammar mistakes!! No sex working towards it

Yuta had no idea as to why he allowed himself to be dragged here. The place was loud for no reason. He knew it was smart allowing himself to be pulled into this by Maki and Toge.

Because now he was bored as shit. Pretty much had nothing to do. This crowd wasn't his type of people. Seeing as most were buzzed as fuck or fucking each. Which made him immediately feel like leaving. But everytime he tried he was grabbed by Maki or Toge.

So they could keep a better a close eye on him. Maki at the end of the day. Knew why she was here. That was to get drunk pretty much. Not end up watching a grown men.

Yuta chuckled to himself. He could definitely tell what maki was trying to say. Especially with that glare on her face.

"What's wrong Maki?" Yuta titled his head as he asked the question. Clearly trying to piss maki off. Which was clearly working. Because she looked about ready to pull his head off.

Maki grabbed a cup of alcohol. She begun drinking it to calm her nerves. Which she guessed was working. Until Yuta opened his mouth again.

"Maki why are you drinking so much? That won't help at all." Yuta says as he rubs the back of his head.

"Yuta shut the fuck up. Before I attack you." Maki knew what made her so pissed. Mostly because this wasn't the first time Yuta had ruined something. Mostly through him being cocky as shit.

Yuta pretty much rolled his eyes. He moved a bit closer to Maki. Clearly doing this to piss her off. Mostly because he didn't give two shits. "Do it M-A-K-I." Yuta made sure to drag out Maki's name to taunt her.

Yuta watched as Maki pretty much tried to attack him. Which made Toge immediately grabbed her. Maki was trying to calm herself down. She placed her arms down. Clearly trying to not hurt the boy in front of her.

Yuta jumped back with a chuckle. He clearly found it funny for sure. Maki was way to easy to get pissed. He turned his head sideways. Mostly because his eyes immediately landed on a pretty female.

Mostly because her ass had caught his attention. It was hard to remove his eyes from you. He hasn't noticed that Maki and Toge were pretty much laughing themselves. It was clear what they were thinking.

Yuta could slightly feel his dick tightened in his pants. Especially with how it was moving in that low cut dress. You ended up turning around and looking at Yuta.

She ended up flashing Yuta a smile. Clearly noticing he was looking at her. Yuta decided fuck it right there and then. He walked towards you flashing that same smile.

"Okkotsu Yuta is the name. You would be?" Yuta could definitely tell you were drunk. Clearly long gone in the alcohol.

You introduced yourself to him. "Yamamoto Y/N is the name." She could feel Yuta grab her. He pulled you into him. Which you clearly didn't mind. Yuta could tell that.

You giggled slightly. She pushed herself onto Yuta's chest. She used her knee to lightly grind herself onto Yuta's dick. Which made him groan.

Yuta's hands landed on your ass. He groped it. It was a nice size. Mostly because it was big enough for his hands to be able to grab it. Which was nice.

She put her hands on his face. She kissed him. It felt nice she really enjoyed it. Yuta could tell she tasted like Cherry Vanilla Bean Rum. Which was a good taste for sure.

You pulled away with a slight smile. You could definitely tell he was hard for sure. Which was something enjoyable for sure.

"You're so cute Okkotsu. Now take me to a room and fuck me." You could definitely tell something snapped right there. He immediately grabbed you. He dragged you to the nearest room. Completely forgetting that Maki and Toge were there.

[xhunnybeeex]

would anyone be even remotely interested if i wrote a johnny castle patrick swayze x goth reader/oc fan fic….?

[biggestsimponhere]

“Would it be a sin? If i can’t help falling in love with you?”

Diego Luna is actually the love of my life fr