#he's seems he can't stand johnny at all why are they dating

[cessmaga]

pet peeve but I don't like how mk1 johnshi is portrayed, and no not just the infantizing disabled people one

[xomakara]

Between Us

SUMMARY |  When Johnny and Yunho get a little too jealous that you can't pick a favorite between them.

PAIRINGS |  NCT Johnny x Reader x ATEEZ Yunho

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+

GENRE |  idol!Johnny, idol!Yunho, photographer!Reader, smut, established relationships, polyamorous relationship, threesome, jealousy

CONTENT/WARNINGS | profanity/strong language, filthy dirty thoughts, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), fingering, oral sex (both female/male receiving/giving), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, creampies

LENGTH |  9,508 words

TAGLIST | —

NETWORKS |  @illusionnet @cromernet @wonderlandnet @k-vanity @othersideoutlawsnetwork @ksmutsociety

AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Sooooo… I decided to throw both my NCT and ATEEZ bias in one fic together because of this video. Originally, it was going to be Doyoung instead of Johnny but I decided to go with my giant man lolol. And man, just actually thinking of being sandwiched by both Johnny and Yunho is making me feral lolol. Thank you @wooahaeproductions for the pretty banner!! 💚 Show support by liking, commenting and reblogging. Love you all 💚

You were fucked. Absolutely fucked.

It was one thing to be sleeping with them separately at different times throughout the year and just trying to avoid detection. Now you were here alone with both of them, you didn't know what they had in store.

They were in your apartment all of a sudden with seemingly no warning. And then the first words that came out of their mouths were as soon as they saw each other…

"Why is he here?" They ask together, their faces displaying similar sour expressions.

Johnny let out a heavy sigh as he plopped on your couch, eyeing the tall, young man that seemed so confused standing in front of you. You awkwardly held an arm in front of each of them, as if they were about to lunge at each other the moment that you dropped your arms. But Yunho didn't move, and neither did Johnny. There was only tension hanging in the air.

Of course they knew about each other. How could they not, being in the same industry and all? Who would've thought that they would both have fallen for you, a freelance creative designer and photographer? You were an established creative in the industry, despite your young age and experience and this had gotten you working with both of them (as well as others from their respective groups) on separate occasions. That was the way that you met them and became quickly enthralled by each others' professional talents. Your love for their music and their love for your art helped make your relationships blossom.

Yet despite their music being vastly different from one another, what attracted you to them was their friendliness and kindness. Johnny could come off as intimidating because of how tall and good looking that he was, but he had the aura of caring for others that made it so easy to become attached to him. Then there was Yunho who was warm and protective and upbeat, making everything seem light and happy around him. They were so similar yet so different, you didn't know why or how you wound up loving them both.

You've been in a relationship with Johnny the longest out of your whole dating history. For five years, he was there for you during the tough times when your exhibits and gallery displays weren't selling, through the tears and breakdowns and fears of "What's the point in this anymore?!" He'd been the best emotional support you could have asked for, letting you vent it all out to him and being there to bring you back up on your feet whenever it seemed like no one in the world loved or cared for you and your artwork. He had been an amazing comfort and you felt like you could never replace him or anything that he did for you.

Yet your relationship was fairly new with Yunho who gave you just as much strength in different ways than Johnny had. For the past year, he helped you break out of your mold and be more brave with your designs, feeling okay with being expressive with your color choices, patterns, and with different techniques. He told you that you didn't need to follow rules and that your artwork would be so much more beautiful if you did. And he was absolutely right; when you finally got the courage to step away from what others expected of you, you saw the works that you did sell skyrocket. You wouldn't have gotten to where you are right now without him. And if he hadn't pushed you to take more risks, you didn't know how you would have lasted under the intense stress that came with being an artist in this day and age.

And so you were stuck between two incredible guys, in both a professional and a romantic sense. There was no easy way of breaking up with either of them because they each inspired you so much, and you didn't have the heart to do either of them wrong. So one day, you told them separately that you were seeing other men, thinking that it would be a clean and easy cut. Neither Johnny nor Yunho reacted as badly as you expected, but they both tried to stay out of each other's way when it came to you.

"Let me make coffee," you mumbled, slipping into the kitchen and making your morning drink while you kept your eyes trained on them the best that you could over the countertops. There was still no movement, and the silence between the men in the other room was almost deafening. You could barely concentrate on pouring yourself a mug, and once the coffee machine was off, you scurried back to the living room to intervene. The second you sat between the pair of them on the couch, though, all hell seemed to break loose.

"Look," Johnny begins, sitting forward on the couch and holding his hands up.

"Why? You're going to tell us it was a mistake coming to see her," Yunho replied, leaning his long body back against the cushions.

You found yourself wishing that you were still in bed, maybe you were still asleep, maybe it was a dream and they hadn't shown up at your place uninvited. Or at least it could have waited until the afternoon.

"Guys, please, look—" you attempted to say.

Johnny looked unamused. "What are we supposed to do, Y/N? Come here every time the other isn't around and take turns on who stays?"

"Johnny-oppa!" you exclaimed. He was making things so complicated.

Yunho cleared his throat. "Oh, so he's oppa?"

"You guys are the same age," Johnny rolled his eyes. "What else is she supposed to call you?"

"Guys, if you'll give me just a minute, maybe I could—" But their bickering began to drown out your voice.

Johnny laughed. "She doesn't have to call you anything other than your name if you weren't such a fickle flake."

Yunho furrowed his brow. "Oh, I see, just because you're older means that everything is okay and there's no issue, is that it? Of course a brute like you would feel entitled to take her."

"Entitled? Just because I've known her for longer doesn't mean I'm entitled to her or whatever stupid shit you're thinking," Johnny looked angry now, sitting at the very end of the couch. "She's only interested in you because she feels like you're a new challenge. New shiny toy."

"Look at me! Have you seen me?" Yunho was nearly standing now as well. You were positive he was going to hit Johnny, if not the couch if you didn't put a stop to this. "You're pushing thirty now and she's obviously realized it and has turned her attention to better and more youthful individuals like me—"

"Guys!" you shouted, grabbing both of their arms. "Stop talking about me as if I'm not right here, will you?"

They stopped fighting, but still eyed each other angrily from where they were. Johnny bit back whatever he was about to say before relaxing against your hold on him. Yunho settled into the couch a little, his hair a little tousled. 

"For God's sake," you continued, covering your face and sighing heavily. They were being ridiculous. They were not going to fight, not right here in your living room on a random Friday morning. "It was already complicated enough before and now this? This is ridiculous," you complained, shaking your head and crossing your arms in a huff. 

"You're the one who's sleeping with us both, babe," Yunho frowned slightly at you, leaning his tall body towards you with his large hand resting on your knee. "Can't you choose already? I'm still young and-"

"You don't want an old man like me, huh?" Johnny muttered. He couldn't hide how defeated he sounded. He wasn't getting any younger, but that wasn't exactly something he was aware of before. You just made him feel young, made him feel so special. "Is that it, Y/N? Are you bored of an old man like me? We've been at it for five years, so I understand if—"

"What?" you responded immediately. He couldn't have thought it was because of something that minor, right? "Oppa, you're only four years older than I am. Where is this coming from?" 

You cupped his cheek with a soft hand, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were glossed over. He had genuinely thought about losing you because you'd rather be with a man in the peak of his twenties and he was nearing thirty. You needed to comfort him and reaffirm him in every way possible. "Johnny, don't be silly. I could never grow tired of you. If anything, it's my art, it's the stress and—it has nothing to do with you being older. Don't ever think like that. Ever."

Johnny immediately took you into his arms, holding you tightly and stroking the hair along your back. He nuzzled his nose in your hair. "I can't ever let go of you, baby girl."

Your touch was so nice and tender and Johnny let out an uncharacteristic sigh before clearing his throat to compose himself. It wasn't lost on Yunho, either, as he watched you lovingly tend to the other. But the latter remained silent and stared down at his socked feet while you tended to the older man.

"And you—" you started, pointing a finger at Yunho, who immediately straightened his posture at the tone of your voice. You quickly reverted it back to a gentler one, knowing that wasn't how you actually wanted to talk to him or any of them. But, damn it, you needed to do something to get these men to see reason and listen to what you had to say. "Do you honestly believe this is about age? After all the time we've spent together, and seeing how upset Johnny is over thinking he's not good enough, is that seriously all you've understood?"

"I—" Yunho started, swallowing. He knew better than to argue. "No," he admitted.

You sighed again and stood up, unable to deal with the mess that your relationship—relationships, plural—had turned into in a matter of days. But neither of the men made a motion to follow you. They waited until you had shut the door to your bedroom, thinking they had messed up everything before deciding that the only thing for them to do now was sort it out between themselves and explain.

But after a long while, you didn't leave the bedroom. Rather, neither of them heard you stir from the space and both looked worried, the tension of the air having disappeared.

"I fucked up," Johnny concluded, running his hand through his dark hair. "She didn't leave us, but I know it's probably my fault and not yours."

Yunho's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Johnny. "Wait, what? You think it's your fault? I never thought it was that serious, but now I feel like it's my fault..."

"It can't be your fault, Yunho." Johnny tilted his head slightly.

The two of them continued like that for what felt like a long time. They weren't actually yelling or raising their voices, but somehow their discussion—if they could even call it that—just went back and forth with the two of them bouncing blame around between each other until it reached a stalemate. They had somehow formed a bond over how much they messed up.

"You love her too, huh, sunbae-nim?" Yunho quietly asked. There was a soft smile on his handsome face as his hand reached out and gently patted the other's shoulder.

"Just call me hyung," Johnny answered with a little laugh. He shook his head as he replied. "And there's no reason to hide it from you. How could I not fall for someone like her? She's an incredible woman - a perfect balance of gentle and caring, yet strong and confident." He spoke with genuine warmth, his shoulders relaxing as he gazed towards your room. "What about you? Do you love her?"

"Oh, fuck." Yunho leaned back against the sofa, staring up at the ceiling ."I never understood what a real relationship was until I met her. So yeah, I think I'm falling in love with her. It sounds crazy, right?" He trailed off, his thoughts a jumbled mess. The more he focused on you, the harder it was to think clearly. He ran his hands over his face, anxiety creeping in. "What if she leaves us both now?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Yunho's worry about you leaving amused Johnny, who chuckled lightly. "Well, I guess we'd have it coming." A thought struck him - maybe there was a solution. With a playful grin, he leaned in and patted Yunho's shoulder. "What if we shared her?" he suggested, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves.

"W-what?" Yunho stuttered, taken aback by the unexpected suggestion.

"We're both head over heels for her, aren't we?" Johnny said, a nervous edge to his voice. The idea sounded crazy even in his own head, and saying it aloud made him feel ridiculous. Time was limited, but if it meant keeping you happy and in their lives, wasn't it worth a shot? "She clearly doesn't want to choose between us, and we can't bear to lose her. But neither of us is willing to give her up to the other." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of his own suggestion.

Yunho watched with curious eyes, barely catching up with what his sunbae was trying to say. What kind of absurd suggestion was that?

"She's an amazing woman, of course," Johnny continued. "Sharing a girlfriend has to be tricky. But if anyone can figure this out, then shouldn't it be us? Think about it, I'm sure it would make her happy to know that her boyfriends don't have to stop seeing her anymore and everyone can be satisfied."

"I mean...if it's just you and me with her, and not anything between us...then yeah," Yunho mumbled softly. He chewed on his lip, considering the idea carefully before meeting Johnny's eyes. "I'm only doing this for her. As long as I can still be with her, I'm willing to try this crazy plan."

Johnny extended his hand, sealing the agreement with a firm handshake. "Deal," he confirmed, a sense of relief washing over him.

Both men shook hands and agreed. They felt an immense sense of relief wash over them, glad that there was now a solution. They were planning to spend the rest of their lives with you anyways. The first step was already the hard part. Now, all they had to do was convince you.

Before approaching you, they decided to iron out the details of their unconventional arrangement. Neither had been in this kind of relationship before, and there was a lot to discuss to ensure things ran smoothly. They talked through every possible scenario, doing their best despite their lack of experience. They hoped their plan would work.

Your bedroom door suddenly creaked open, prompting the men on the couch to silence their conversation. Their heads turned in your direction, and you looked at them with your arms still crossed.

"So? What do the both of you have to say for yourselves, hm?" you inquired with a sharp tone. They swallowed, sitting straighter. You may look small but you could certainly fill a room.

Yunho was the one who spoke first. "First, we want you to know how sorry we are, baby. It was wrong of the both of us. I promise it'll never happen again."

"Yeah, no more of this. Just us from now on," Johnny added with a serious nod. "From now on, you have our full attention, all the time that we have and are willing to give. It should all be given to you, and you alone."

"But how do I know I can trust the two of you after this? Look at you, arguing right in the middle of my living room first thing in the morning," you exclaimed, exasperatedly flinging your hands up. "Honestly, what makes you think you can come to my home and fight each other like this, huh? Answer me that."

Johnny interjected before Yunho could speak, "To be honest, baby, you've got us both on edge. It's hard not to point fingers when we both love you so much and want the same from you."

"Honestly, Y/N, you never leave my mind. All I want to do is be with you all the time," Yunho added quickly, a frown appearing on his boyish face.

You pursed your lips and studied the two men who were gazing at you longingly with the sweetest expressions they could muster. The kind of gaze that made you melt inside, like they would do anything to prove their undying devotion for you. The pair of them seemed ready to get off the couch and on their knees to plead with you, even. It was too cute for you to handle so early in the morning.

"I love both of you so damn much, I swear," you quietly answered. Tears were pricking the corners of your eyes. "I can't bear to leave either of you, can't stand not being the one who puts smiles on your beautiful faces, and I can't—I don't ever want to stop hearing you tell me how wonderful and amazing I am. So how the fuck could I possibly choose?"

Johnny stood, crossing the room to where you waited, your lower lip trembling. He drew you into his strong embrace, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss. Yunho soon joined them, his hand hovering near yours as he sought Johnny's silent consent to take his turn.

Johnny smiled and pulled away so the latter could kiss your soft lips with his own. Each kiss was slow, warm and felt incredible. And you moaned quietly in between them while their arms embraced you. They didn't let you go.

"How did I fall for two giant men like you two?" you murmured after the many minutes of making out with each of the boys' lips.

"Don't pretend you don't like it." Yunho laughed at you, kissing the top of your head.

"Are you alright?" Johnny asked softly, lifting your chin with a gentle touch. He sensed your inner turmoil, the struggle of loving two men and the anticipation of a painful separation. His eyes searched yours, filled with tenderness. "Do you understand that neither of us can walk away now? We know how deeply you care for us, and our feelings for you are just as strong."

You nodded, still sniffling but much calmer now that they've clarified where your relationships stood.

"So, can we keep dating you?" Yunho asked, his grip on your hands tightening. The thought of losing you was unbearable. "Johnny and I can learn to get along and share you, can't we? Please say yes. I've never met anyone as incredible as you, and the thought of not being with you is breaking my heart." His voice was filled with desperation and hope. "This can work, right?"

Their hopeful expressions melted your heart. You couldn't resist their pleas, nodding enthusiastically as you reached out to caress their cheeks. Pulling them close, you kissed each of them, unable to deny the affection shining in their eyes.

"I know this sounds crazy," Johnny admitted, kissing your forehead gently. He held you close, his arm a protective barrier around you. "It could all go terribly wrong, and someone could get hurt. But there's something undeniably special here, something worth exploring. It's more than just romance."

"Baby, we'd never intentionally hurt you." Yunho glanced at his sunbae before sighing, cupping your face and admiring how perfect you were. "It's a chance I'm more than willing to take if you'll let me. I would do anything to be with you for the rest of my life."

"The rest of your life?" You blinked.

"Absolutely," he responded. "Why? Don't you feel the same way?"

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. How could Yunho look so cute and be so genuine when he asked you a question like that? You held his hand that was cradling your face and squeezed. "Of course I feel the same way," you admitted quietly, nuzzling his palm.

You turned around and glanced back at the handsome Johnny, his arm still wrapped around you. He gave a gentle kiss to the top of your head and replied, "You have my heart forever, darling. The two of you are stuck with me whether either of you like it or not," he finished with a small chuckle.

A giggle escaped from your mouth. "Can I just say one more thing?" They hummed, gazing deeply into your eyes with the utmost attention, waiting to hear what you had to say. Instead of keeping that in, you let the question spill past your lips. "Can you both kiss me now?"

They eagerly fulfilled your request, their bodies enveloping yours in a warm embrace. Their lips trailed kisses along your neck and shoulders, savoring the taste of your skin and the soft moans that escaped your lips. A blush crept onto your cheeks, and you hoped they hadn't noticed the effect their combined touch was having on you - at least, not yet.

But judging by how their fingertips had already roamed down your side and began touching you in other places, you were definitely sure that both of them noticed how wet you were for them. Especially with Johnny whispering hotly into the shell of your ear.

"Tell me what you want us to do to you, sweetheart," Johnny growled.

"What is it, baby?" Yunho murmured. He nibbled on the skin of your throat, and you let out a deep and shuddering breath. "Speak."

"W-wait," you moaned in between kisses. "I want—I need you both."

"We're already yours," Johnny squeezed the flesh of your ass with a large hand before running the tip of his nose over your collarbone and drawing another moan from the back of your throat.

You giggled and lightly slapped his bicep, muttering something under your breath about being cheesy before turning around to face the tall, younger man. With an enticing smile, you dropped to your knees and unbuttoned his pants. You slid them down to his ankles, taking a second to admire the huge outline of his cock tenting his boxer briefs.

You heard him groan above you and when you glanced up to meet his gaze, the desperate pleading expression on Yunho's face had you working even faster. With his boxers pushed down, his cock sprung up before your wide eyes.

"Open up," he murmured gently, massaging your neck and easing the nerves he was certain you were feeling in this moment. 

And you did.

A long and low grunt fell from his lips as he slowly eased his impressive dick past the fullness of your pretty lips and down the silk of your tongue. You relaxed your throat as you felt him make himself comfortable and nuzzle his cock inside. It wasn't too long before his balls met the line of your bottom jaw.

"Such a perfect little mouth. Isn't she a good girl?" Yunho muttered. His long fingers slid past the silky strands of your hair. It made you whine softly from his praise, and he felt the soft hum against his length and the vibration tingle him. His grip tightened a little in your locks.

You dragged your tongue against his girth, staring up with wide and loving eyes. And you felt how his legs trembled. His face twisted in pure ecstasy. Your mouth pulled back, stretching around the throbbing vein lining the length of his shaft. "Yunho, do you like that? Do you like how your cock fits perfectly in my mouth?"

He gave a moan and a shiver and slowly his hips began rocking. In response, your small hands clutched the smooth curve of his ass. Your fingers spread apart and took hold of a firm cheek in each hand. He gave a quiet grunt above you with each thrust.

"Fuck," he quietly whispered. "You're doing great, baby."

Your tongue danced around the swollen tip, pulling off for a few short seconds with a long trail of saliva still connecting you two and slurping the dripping precum into your mouth before popping it back into your warm, wet mouth. Yunho whimpered, pulling your head towards him a little further and causing the tip of his hard dick to hit the back of your throat. But you could take it.

"Fuck," Johnny quietly commented at the back. You could barely pay attention, focused completely on your man and the cock in your mouth, his salty cum and musk filling your nostrils and filling all of your senses. It had been far too long since you had him in your mouth.

With a hand threaded through the hairs at the base of your scalp, Yunho lazily thrust in and out of your wet mouth. You kept your head as still as possible while you allowed him to fuck you in your throat, drool dribbling down your chin.

It was a sight that Johnny didn't think he could hold off from any longer. His hardened cock ached at the sight of it, pressing against the front of his sweatpants as he slowly moved behind you.

Your arms shook slightly on the hardwood floor beneath your knees and Yunho released you to check in, a soft and concerned expression appearing on his handsome face as he brushed your hair out of the way. You smiled appreciatively as you took in deep, heaving breaths of air. You gave him a slight nod as your lips and lungs recovered from their sore state and you wiped at your spit and saliva mess before returning your tongue back to his thick head. He was coated in your slickness now, and he didn't seem to mind at all, biting his bottom lip and stroking your face with the pads of his thumb. You would take that as an encouragement to continue.

"Fuck, baby," Johnny started. "After you finish sucking Yunho off, we're moving this to the bedroom." He patted the side of your hips before grabbing one ass cheek and roughly smacking the fatness of the cheek before moving aside. "You've got an appointment with my cock next and I've had to sit back and watch far too long today as it is," he grumbled impatiently.

Your pussy clenched around emptiness and you whined around Yunho's dick, knowing how insatiable and demanding Johnny could be. Sex with Yunho was intimate and slow and sweet, just like their dates. But with Johnny, you didn't have that patience. He was always ravenous and starved for you, and you could never stop him from getting a piece of you whenever the both of you are alone.

The thought of your other lover with the same attitude was making your heart race, pumping your blood at rapid speed until your pussy was gushing out for the both of them. The harder you sucked Yunho's dick, the deeper he groaned, praising and adoring every move of your head, neck, and lips as you pushed him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. It had been weeks since the last time Yunho came in your mouth, and you were not disappointed.

"Yeah, baby," he whimpered. He thrust his pelvis forward one more time and spilled his hot white load over your tongue, filling your mouth to the point where you're practically drinking him. You took your time drinking him down, licking and sucking until every drop of him had been drained. "Ah, fuck. Yes."

"Yunho," you called softly when you let him slip out of your mouth. A sliver of white cum stained the corner of your lips. He lifted you to your feet and smeared it on his finger before placing his digit back into the warmth of your lips. You licked every trace of cum and spit from his finger with your warm, pink tongue, making him chuckle.

Johnny smacked the side of your hip a little more urgently the second time. "Alright, baby. Bedroom."

"Wait." You stopped him.

His lips flattened into a firm line. You smiled in response and gently gripped the wrist of the hand holding you. "What is it?"

"Your turn," you said sweetly.

"You can suck me off when I have you in the bedroom," Johnny suggested, tugging on your waist in the direction of the bedroom.

"But John~" you pouted with a whine.

That got a groan out of him and it seemed to do the trick in winning him over. Within seconds, he had you slung over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

"How can a giant man like you move so fucking fast," you grunted, shimmying your legs.

He spanked one cheek as a warning. It made your stomach flutter in anticipation. "Don't worry about it. Your bed is waiting. And so am I."

When he threw you on top of the bed, you laid there and allowed your two gorgeous men to strip off every last item of clothing. Even though they had both already seen your body several times, it was making your cheeks flame hot just thinking about the next steps they had in mind for you. Johnny tossed aside the fabric of your pants and panties while Yunho unhooked your bra and gently pressed a kiss to one of your breasts, causing you to shiver beneath them.

Yunho opened his mouth and ran his warm tongue over your erect nipples. A throaty moan fell from your lips. He chuckled, grabbing both of your breasts into his large palms and squeezing, kneading the supple flesh while his tongue swirled around a pink tip.

"Our sweet baby is very excited," Johnny commented as he watched Yunho sucked on your nipple. "All of this is for the two of us? That's quite generous, princess."

You tried your best to glare at him with your half-lidded, sex filled eyes. Johnny sat back against your headboard with a hand lightly placed on his pelvis. His dick was standing straight up, rock hard and throbbing. "Come on, babe. You said it's my turn."

You crawled in front of him and gripped the bottom of his shaft. Johnny grinned as you slowly wrapped your lips around the thick head of him. "Fuck yes. Keep those pretty lips warm, love."

He gazed at the pretty sight of your lips, his hands pulling and stroking and yanking on the ends of your hair until he was fully sheathed in the welcoming warmth of your mouth and tongue. Your spit coated every inch, and Johnny moaned your name, eyes fluttering shut, the sounds of your sucking making his heart hammer quickly. His cock slipped in and out of your mouth over and over again as you moved a hand to wrap your fingers around what your lips couldn't reach, making him tremble with pleasure.

"There you go. Goddamn it feels so good," Johnny grunted. He looked at Yunho who was waiting patiently for a chance with you next, staring with his big round eyes. "Yunho, don't stand there. Finger her pussy or eat her out man."

You hummed at the thought of Yunho's tongue teasing your folds and making you lose yourself all over his mouth and face, a tremble coming from your knees and legs. He approached you from the end of the bed, rubbing your bare thighs and squeezing them tight. His fingertips worked their way over the damp, sensitive spot in between. The sudden sensation of his thumbs touching your pussy made you gasp and moan around Johnny's dick, but your older boyfriend only smiled smugly.

"Just as I thought," Johnny commented, beginning to thrust into your mouth and relishing how hot your cavern felt around his member. "You love Yunho eating out that dripping little pussy, don't you?"

You whined in between moans around his length, hips jerking forward and backwards as a tongue lightly traced the swollen area around your clit. You lifted your bottom half up so that your lover could hold the thick curve of your thighs as his tongue pressed against you.

"Hell yes, princess. Fuck," Johnny groaned deeply, letting his head fall back and resting a large palm atop your head. "Does my dick taste good? Does it, baby? Open wide," he rasped.

A pool of saliva and pre-cum had coated Johnny's thick shaft as you began to pick up the pace of sucking his cock while a tongue lapped at your dripping core and plump folds. It was overwhelming having Johnny force himself deep into your mouth, and feeling him grunt and growl from below you. But you kept on sucking, closing your lips firmly around the thick, sensitive head of him each time before swirling the soft underside of your tongue underneath him.

"Say you want Yunho to put his tongue in your pretty pussy," Johnny urged in a husky voice.

"Babe," you could hear the whining from Yunho's voice. It makes you dizzy with want and desire. The other man's cock jerked on your tongue. Johnny grunted and petted the crown of your hair. "I'm listening," the younger man urged.

"Fuck," you mumbled in-between your moans. You had an aching in your center for Yunho's mouth and touch all over your wet pussy. "Please. Please, Yunho. Eat me, lick my cunt, put your tongue in me, please."

"That's it," Johnny held onto your hair and was rocking into the heat of your mouth with his eyes glued to Yunho below you. "Make our pretty baby feel good, Yunho."

You didn't want to blink and miss one second as you saw the taller man position his head between your thighs and drape his full upper lip around your clitoris. He lapped with his tongue and massaged the little bundle of nerves, causing your thighs to twitch in his hands. The grip on your thigh only grew tighter as his wet mouth pressed in further.

And oh, god.

When his long fingers began to slip up inside, pressing down on the rough patch of skin that had your back arching and you feeling so much pleasure, your lips fell open and you completely lost yourself and became completely unfocused on the cock between your lips. Your eyes fluttered, threatening to fall shut in bliss. The older man shifted and watched you with dark eyes and a small smile.

"Look at you, princess," he started, nudging his thumb against your lip and sighing in delight when it fell open and he shoved the digit between your lips. He palmed himself as he observed the expressions on your face and felt his cock began to pulse from how amazing your lips looked stretched and wet. "Good girl, that's our pretty baby. Yunho's gonna make you come, isn't he? Cum all over his face, baby."

"Yes, John," you whispered obediently, pulling your body together again and hollowing your cheeks before dropping your warm mouth down on his length once again. Johnny moaned quietly as you began to suck. His hips jutted slightly forward into the slickness of your eager, compliant, wet mouth, and you felt a gentle rumble come from the base of his throat in satisfaction.

Yunho's breath suddenly touched your exposed pussy again, causing your nerves to set ablaze, a fiery trail following him down. One arm wraps itself tightly around your thigh and you moan, beginning to suck on the member that was still shoved into your mouth in appreciation. "Baby, you taste so good." He circled his tongue around the hood of your clit, flicking over it a couple times and pushing down firmly. The movement and pressure drew another deep groan from your lungs, vibrating around Johnny's cock and making the man above you curse loudly.

Johnny tugged your head by the roots of your hair, panting hotly. "Sweetheart, get ready. Fuck—"

Before Johnny could give you his last warning, hot seed shot from his tip, filling your mouth. Some dribbled past the corners of your lips and down your chin while the rest was dutifully swallowed. You licked up all that spilled and were careful to be gentle, working on cleaning his pulsing member with your soft and slick lips. Johnny petted your head and groaned softly. He was proud of you, and the best part was watching how wet you were becoming just by pleasuring him.

Johnny pulled his dick away to give Yunho a chance to finish you off. You turned to see Yunho moving his lips around the area, spreading apart and dipping inside. His long fingers curled and straightened back again, slowly caressing and touching you, and you're starting to cry out and shake from pleasure as his tongue works your clit relentlessly. A long and wanton moan leaves your body. Your core clenched and quaked at his skillful lips and fingers. You were a mess by the end, letting the last tremors pass through your body as he slowly stroked your slit in tender circles and loving brushes with his thumbs, working through every pulse and aftershock and encouraging it with soft kisses placed along your inner thighs.

After cleaning Johnny off with your mouth, you turned to see Yunho gazing up at you, chin glistening with your juices. There was a loving smile on his boyish features and then his lanky figure was sliding over you and meeting you for a deep kiss. You hummed when your lips slid together in the midst of exploring the sweetness of the other's mouths.

"It feels different tonight," Yunho mumbled. "With Johnny-hyung here."

"In a good or bad way, Yunho?" You cupped his face, rubbing his cheekbones softly with your thumbs.

His tongue darted out to taste the lingering sweetness on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. "It's good," he admitted, a hint of bashfulness in his voice. "Maybe it's because all three of us are here together, sharing this intimacy. This is the first time I've seen Johnny with you like this." A nervous laugh escaped him. "Don't get me wrong, but I don't want him to have you all to himself." He mumbled the last part, pressing his forehead against yours, their noses brushing, while Johnny's hand gently swept away the hair from your face, leaving a tender kiss on your temple.

"We're just getting started. You and I, we can't let her catch her breath." A warm chuckle emanated from Johnny's chest as you crawled further up his lap to straddle him. He made sure to show Yunho his eye smile in appreciation. His lips lightly brushed the shell of your ear when he murmured hotly against it. 

"Plus, she likes when I'm rough with her. You're more the...soft and romantic type. Though I know you're a bit more rough than the average Joe," his eyebrow rose with a pointed look at your thighs. He studied your naked, wanting form with darkening orbs before adding, "But still, baby-doll needs more. Right, sweetheart?"

Your jaw clenched. "Johnny, please," you answered quietly, voice sounding small and high-pitched.

A mischievous glint passed the older man's gaze as he spread the lips of your labia, and a smirk of his lips appeared upon seeing your pink insides clench around air and drip for something to stuff you. "Tell us what you want, Y/N." His index finger slipped between your swollen, tender lips and circled around the ring of muscle that made you shudder. "We won't know if you don't tell us. Is it my cock you need or his? Or both?"

"Fuck me," you muttered, gazing up at their handsome features. "With both of you, together. At the same time. Fuck me until I'm screaming," you whimpered.

Johnny grinned. "There it is. So feisty tonight. My cock hungry girl needs to get her needs taken care of. She needs both of us inside her at once. Do you like that, sweet girl?"

"Fuck, Johnny," You nodded. "Yes, yes, that's what I want," you purred, fingers brushing over the bones of his collar.

"Can you handle the both of us?" the young man questioned seriously. "We'll both break you, and I wouldn't forgive myself if we ever hurt you in any way." 

He caressed your cheek with his rough fingers. The back of his knuckle lightly stroked the column of your neck as he examined all of your beautiful curves.

"I promise I want this," you muttered, focusing on the heated touch on your skin. "I can take you, Yunho. Both of you. Just...let's get moving before I die from being empty."

Johnny let out a small laugh, his hands at your hips. "Okay, sweetheart. But the second this goes wrong, if anything is uncomfortable for you, no more, alright?"

You grinned, teeth raking along your plump, bottom lip, and rolled your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." 

You pulled him forward and attached your lips to his before switching around to pull on Yunho and draw the younger man in with an even longer kiss. "Please, I need both of your big dicks stuffed in me. My poor little cunt and ass is lonely without you guys and I really really badly need to be fucked," you finished off by putting extra emphasis on the syllables to add in an extra dramatic flair.

Their smiles only turned into playful growls. 

"Then let us fill your needy pussy and ass up and have you bouncing on both of us at the same time," Johnny purred, leaning in close and leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses down the crook of your neck, paying special attention to the junction where it met your shoulder. Johnny nuzzled at the expanse of your neck, his large hands gripping your hips to lower you down on his dick.

"Fuck, John~" you hissed under your breath, clawing his shoulders.

"Tightest little cunt I've ever had the pleasure of fucking," he rubbed his nose gently on the apple of your cheek. "Hold on tight, sweetheart. Yunho is behind you, ready to play with your cute, tight ass." 

He kissed your lips softly before swiping his tongue inside your warm cavern and finding your wet one to greet his with an eager slide and sliver. You moaned into his mouth and closed your eyes to relish the feeling.

At the same time, the sound of a cap opening caught your attention, making you peek and catch Yunho squeeze a generous amount of clear, gel-like fluid from a bottle over your ass. A warm thumb immediately pushed into the ring of muscle there to make sure the lube gets nicely coated and rubbed into the entrance. The thumb soon turned into a couple fingers thrusting inside you, slowly scissoring apart to widen you in preparation for another body part, stretching the walls of your hole. You began to pant, toes curling against the duvet cover and palms gripping Johnny tighter as Yunho pressed forward, moving his lubed member to your ass to begin the first push. The tip was at your entrance, waiting.

"Deep breaths, babe," the younger man instructed.

"Do it. Fuck me in the ass, Yunho, please. I'm ready," you huffed out, nodding your head eagerly as Johnny pressed soothing and loving kisses against your throat. You wanted to be full, and now.

Johnny lifted his gaze over your shoulder. He watched the careful expression on Yunho's face, tipping his head to the side. "Slow. And steady," he reminded with a nod of his head.

Yunho smiled slightly, sending him a grin as a way to communicate, 'Don't worry, Hyung, I got this,' in return before turning his gaze back to you. His palm skimmed over your ass, squeezing one cheek and causing you to moan from the pressure. His large and lubricated cock nudged and pushed its way into your tight ring. The stretch burned as Yunho finally thrust into your tight hole. 

"It feels amazing," you whispered, whining. He started out shallow before pushing further until his balls were brushing the curve of your bottom.

"How's this, sweet girl?" Johnny asked, brushing away the stray hairs that hung loosely around your forehead as he pulled away. He smoothed his palm on the surface of the skin.

Your hips begin to push against Johnny, seeking the friction and push inside your pussy as your hole and insides are gradually stretched by Yunho's big member. A low rumble began in Johnny's chest, chuckling at your eagerness and lust.

"Don't stop," you said quietly, shifting a little. "More."

Both men grunted from the friction and pace. "Our greedy, cockhungry girl," Johnny observed with an amused smirk. His grip on your hip tightened. He added, "Tell me how we're doing. I want you to talk me and Yunho through everything. Okay, babe?" He guided your head and cupped a hand at the back of it.

"Big," you tried not to moan. "So...so thick and big. It feels full. God, this is exactly what I need."

"Really? How good does this feel? Tell us, sweet thing," his gaze darkened with desire, enjoying the pleasured face that formed when his cockhead knocked your cervix.

"Fuucckkkk,” you moaned.

"Use your words, precious," Johnny urged, his voice a low, husky growl.

You could hear the moans from the taller man behind you. He leaned in closer, mouth brushing the shell of your ear. "Is it good, baby?"

"Mhm," you nodded. "I've wanted this to happen. Being sandwiched between both of you. Finally, finally," you couldn't hold back the moan that ripped out of your lungs. "All I could think about was coming home to my boys. Having my two men fuck me. Taking turns with my mouth and holes. I never knew that I wanted a dick in every hole but right now, I need it."

"Good fucking girl," Johnny muttered in agreement. He tilted his head down, and captured a nipple in-between his lips. He sucked deeply while he bobbed his head and swirled his tongue against the sensitive skin there. You arched your back at the contact. "Does this feel nice? Does Yunho filling up that tight ass feel good? You're a dirty girl, sweetheart. Getting the two of us together so that you can be taken care of like this. Getting double teamed."

"Please, I want it so much," you pleaded. "I want it deep and hard."

He smiled gently at you and petted your hair, pushing it from the beads of sweat dripping onto your temple. "Don't worry, sweet girl. You'll get the entire load from us."

You felt a kiss pressed onto the center of your sweaty back, causing your hips to twitch as pleasure and lust traveled in waves throughout your body, moving further with each stroke from both sides.

"Love you like this," Yunho said in a thick voice. "Bent over and taking two cocks."

Johnny's lip curled back to reveal his white teeth as he breathed hard. "She takes them so well, doesn't she?" He gazed down between your thighs where you were sandwiched against him. "Her cunt is sucking me so tightly while you fuck that ass like that. Does that feel nice, sweetheart?"

Your fingers roamed over the bones of his shoulder blade before traveling down. "Ohhh...yes, Johnny, oh yes...it's so good, feels so fucking good," you moaned.

You moaned as both cocks begin moving faster. Yunho pushing forward from behind and Johnny pushing in at the same time, the tip of their lengths meeting just at the exact spot that would make you lose your senses. Yunho's front was covering the plane of your back, allowing the ridges of the dips between his abs to press and rub on you, sticking and sliding on the layers of sweat that developed from the movements of bodies rubbing and thrusting against one another. His balls smacked at the line of skin between your two entrances.

"Your poor pussy, and your tiny hole," Johnny was groaning. "Look how our pretty baby-doll has to accommodate the both of us." He thumbed your bottom lip. His gaze was on Yunho. "Not a fucking word about us stopping."

"Fuck no," you mewled, fingers gripping on Johnny's biceps. "If you stop now, I'll hate you both."

They didn't speak more but looked into one another's gazes. You could tell from the twinkle in the men's eyes, Yunho with his large, round puppy eyes and Johnny with his trademark mischievous, bedroom orbs, that the two were getting into a rhythm with each other, synchronizing the movements of their thrusts so both men would thrust in simultaneously at the same time instead of taking turns. 

And, you found yourself more stimulated and satisfied by the both of them when they moved inside you together. "Oh, fuck, please."

Their heads both lowered and left simultaneous marks along your shoulders, not minding or bothering to avoid one another, tongues tasting the salt that formed at their spots, biting harsh enough for a bruise to form, licking over it as a consolation after they were done. They took their time adoring your body. And you let them.

And when they heard you calling their names, chanting, whispering, and muttering in their ears while they pressed kisses wherever and whenever they could find available spots on your body to lavish, they couldn't resist continuing the affection.

The whole time, both Johnny's and Yunho's deep and sultry voices urged you on to keep your eyes open while their cocks kept stuffing you with pleasure, filling the room with the noise of lewd, slapping sounds, grunting and cursing and dirty talks, their little remarks filled with praises about your pretty, pretty skin, or their wet tongues dragging along their own swollen lips, the taste and sight of you overwhelming their senses and making them feel completely light headed.

"Give her all you can," the older man whispered. The young man behind you listened and gripped at the globes of your ass and pulled apart to open up a little space to drill in deeper, thrusting his length deeper inside you while the man below you kept up his steady and measured pace, plowing upwards in a familiar, methodical way. They knew how to fuck you. And the three of you were here, exploring what worked for you and what you craved. "Stuff her full until there's nothing left."

"Fuck...yes. My god," you groaned.

Yunho cursed in agreement and whispered hoarsely.

Johnny gave one of your breasts a firm squeeze. He rolled and played with the soft flesh in his palm. "You've been taking us so well, babe."

Yunho gripped at the long locks at the base of your neck. The bed rocked harder when he pushed himself forward, almost bending your smaller form over Johnny's, the motion pressing down the front of his broad, muscular chest at the middle of your upper back.

"Still good, angel?" Yunho placed kisses to the side of your neck. "Is this what you wanted all this time? Me and Johnny-hyung fucking and using your holes at the same time?"

You shuddered and groaned. The stimulation had begun to make you ache in a way that almost had you buckling your legs. "Yes..."

"Angel," his mouth lowered to the top of your spine and dropped kisses over the hills of your vertebrae. "This is amazing. Fucking you and feeling your ass squeeze me the same way your dripping little cunt sucks and sucks on me." He pumped his hips, adding the rest. "Fuck, baby."

"Shit, shit. Just like that, come on," Johnny encouraged the two of you to keep moving faster, hands pushing at your waist to slam you on his throbbing length even harder and more relentlessly. "This pretty baby is being used by us at the same time right now. This gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous human. So fucking good, keeping your legs open for two, huge dicks."

"Gonna...gonna come," your mouth fell open as your hips shook and vibrated with so many sensations as your nerves grew hot and sensitive. You weren't going to be able to last any longer and held Johnny and Yunho even tighter, urging them to fuck you quicker.

"Already?" A low chuckle rumbled from the chest below you. "Come for us then." 

Johnny's dark eyes traveled past the bridge of your neck and his expression locked eyes with Yunho. You watched from over your shoulder and saw him give a nod. A few seconds later, the other young man, with his curls clinging to his dampened forehead, stopped kissing the spot between your neck and shoulder to pull his mouth away, placing his chin right above your back. Their pace continued. "Show us what a mess you make when you fall apart with two big, fat cocks filling you up and stretching your tight, greedy pussy and ass."

"I need you, baby. Want you to come hard all over Johnny-hyung and me, now," you heard Yunho's voice in your ear. You glanced and watched his tongue rake over his swollen bottom lip. You're ready. Your legs grew weaker as the knot that grew and grew at the pit of your stomach was about to unravel. A guttural, low moan was stuck in your throat when you heard the younger man add a firm demand, "Come."

When you heard his command in the midst of his heated breaths tickling the rim of your ear, you did as you were told. Johnny began moving faster while Yunho slammed his thick, long member deep in your ass at the same time. Your chest heaved violently when it released a huge breath of air and let out a cry of intense pleasure while the men underneath and behind you followed close behind with a growl of their own, hands squeezing you tightly and then their release mixing with yours as it spilled between the three of you, hot and messy, warm, and filling, leaving your inner thighs drenched and covered in the thick, sticky white substance.

You moaned and gulped and allowed Yunho to slide his now limp cock from you first while Johnny wrapped an arm around your waist and rolled over. He had you lay on the mattress first and pulled out next with a wet sound. 

"Fuck, I've never come so hard in my entire life," you finally managed to speak out. You giggled at them with a goofy grin. "The both of you are absolute angels and devils with what you did, but I think that was the best fuck I've ever had so far."

Both of their smirks only widened as the satisfied laughter emanated from their chests. Yunho's hand roamed, pushing aside some of the strands that stuck to your flushed and sweaty face. He caressed your temple. "Glad to please. Though, that was good for me too," he added, brushing away the droplets that rolled off your chin.

"Wow, you did well. Took both of us just perfectly, didn't you?" Johnny's finger ghosted around the outline of your body. "How are you doing?" He questioned carefully. "Still feel okay?"

You grinned back and pecked both men at their cheeks, laughing out loud. "I need a bath and my sheets need to be replaced."

"Let us take care of that," Yunho nuzzled his nose into the space between your neck and shoulder. He grinned cheekily. "You want a bath right now or later? It's your choice."

"Well...I still have energy. Enough for one more," you admitted with a sly grin.

"No way. Nuh-uh." Johnny's jaw dropped and his gaze widened in disbelief. He clicked his tongue as his fingers trailed over the red marks forming on your thighs. "My dick will fall off. You're impossible."

"Wow. Way to make it sound romantic, Johnny." You rolled your eyes and lightly pushed him.

He laughed. "My apologies. Shall we get clean, then, beautiful? We can shower, the three of us, and help you with your neediness," he added with a raised eyebrow.

"Sounds perfect," you sighed as he cupped his warm palm at the back of your neck, a flurry of soft pecks raining onto the sides of your face.

Yunho let out a husky laugh. His features grew dimmer and darker while his tone gained a teasing, playful edge. "In the shower...hmmm. Can't promise she'll be quiet though, hyung."

"Wanna bet? A pretty baby like you can be good, can't you?" Johnny murmured, his voice husky and his orbs holding a smoldering, intimate gaze while he stroked the lines of your lips with a teasing and very fleeting touch.

You simply hummed with an eager smile on your lips as they took care to lift and lead you to the bathroom.

[callme-holly]

Do you think maybe you could write for Johnny where he goes on a first date with reader but he’s nervous and kinda messes it up but they try again and it works out? Sorry if that’s too specific!! Love your writing ♥️

'𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬' [𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - I'm so sorry if parts of this doesn't make sense, I've been so sick this past week, my lungs are actually giving up on me.

Anyway, illness aside, as always I hope ya'll enjoy this and my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 897 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mild swearing and Johnny being Johnny <33

Johnny Cade chews on his bottom lip nervously, his fingers tapping against the surface of the table as he looks anywhere but you. He knows he should start up some sort of conversation; hell, he invited you here in the first place, but every time he opens his mouth to speak, he can't seem to muster up the words. His tongue feels like sandpaper, his throat dry and scratchy, and he can't help but notice the way you’re watching him from the other side of the table, eyebrows raised slightly as if you can sense that something is troubling him. 

Your eyes are gentle and sympathetic as they hold his own gaze firmly in place, but there's something else there too, something akin to sympathy. Or maybe it's concern. The same sort of concern that you would show to a frightened child or a scared cat. Johnny is not either of those things.

He clears his throat, looking down at his now half-empty coke bottle.

“So, uh,” he begins, running a hand through his hair awkwardly, not quite meeting your gaze. “What d'ya wanna talk about?” He tries to sound casual, but there's an underlying tone of nervousness that he can't seem to hide as you shrug slightly in response to his question.

 “Well, I don’t know,” you say softly. “I suppose we could talk about anything.”

His mouth opens, then shuts again just as quickly.

Anything? That wasn't helpful at all... 

“Do you... um...” He trails off for a second before shaking his head slightly. This was ridiculous. He knew what he wanted to say; why couldn't he get any fucking words out around you? 

Johnny shakes his head. “Never mind,” he mutters, his voice quiet as he goes back to staring at his coke bottle. You watch as his fingers tap idly at the glass, huffing out a small, quiet sigh. 

After another moment of silence, you reach across the table and take one of his hands, gently entwining your fingers with his. He stills instantly, startled by your touch, and you pull back slightly.

“Sorry. Was that too forward?”

“No!” His voice cracks slightly as he blinks owlishly at you. “Uh, no. It was... um... fine.” He takes a deep breath to calm himself. “It's fine. I mean, you just... surprised me, that's all.” He laughs weakly before clearing his throat again. “What did you say you wanted to talk about?”

You smile faintly. “I didn't.”

“Oh.” He swallows thickly, trying to ignore how badly he wishes he could just turn and run for the door. Why had he let Dally talk him into this? His buddy didn’t know any more about dates than he himself did. He should’ve gone to Soda instead. 

“Johnny?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, and he turns to face you again, finding you watching him intently, an unreadable expression on your face as you slowly begin to pull your hand back once more. “Are you okay? You've been acting weird since we got here. If you're uncomfortable, I understand. We can leave and find something else to do.”

“No!” He blurts, reaching to entwine your fingers, only to knock over his drink in the process, the contents promptly spilling over the table and, much to Johnny’s horror, onto you. His eyes widen in dismay, and he stands abruptly, grabbing a handful of napkins from the table across from you and wiping up the spill as fast as his trembling hands will allow, a string of apologies tumbling forth from his lips as he does so. 

“Shit, I'm sorry,"  he manages to stammer before you cut him off.

“It's fine, Johnny. Don't worry about it.” You stand slowly from your seat, trying to ignore the cold press of the wet fabric on your skin as you usher him out of the diner, ignoring the strange looks you receive from other patrons. 

As soon as the door closes behind you, the greaser is throwing apologies at you once more, running a hand through his heavily greased hair. “God damn it, I'm so-”

You shake your head. “Hey,” you interrupt quietly. “It's okay. Really.”

“Still…” He hesitates, taking in a shaky breath before starting to speak again. “Look, can we maybe try again? Somewhere that isn't a busy diner with loads of people.” He rubs nervously at the back of his neck, unable to meet your gaze.

He didn't usually have a problem with busy places, but he certainly didn't enjoy it when everybody's attention was on him, their judgement heavy and suffocating as they bore holes into him with their disgusted stares. 

He shakes his head and adds, “Maybe somewhere with a lower risk of me spillin' my drink all over ya.”

Your lips tug upwards. “Sure, we can try again. How about a movie on Friday night?” 

Your suggestion brings a light flush to Johnny's cheeks, and he nods eagerly. A movie might help to take his mind off everything, to take away from his nerves a little bit. 

“Yea, sure.” He pauses and bites at his lower lip briefly. “You need me to walk ya home?”

You laugh softly. “No. It's only a few blocks. You get yourself home, Johnny Cade.”

He nods, looking hopeful. “Right. See you Friday?”

“Friday.” You confirm, offering him one last smile before heading off in the direction of your house, leaving him standing dumbfounded on the curb.

Gosh, wait until Dally hears about this... 

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

[lunarw0rks]

https://www.tumblr.com/lunarw0rks/731568595581140992/i-cant-stop-thinking-about-fake-dating-with-soap

PRACTICING PDA! practice kissing, practice fucking—just in case yk!! 🫠

fakedating!soap | m.l.

this whole fake boyfriend act was beginning to weigh on you. the incessant bickering and strain of constantly having to look the part. soap was never a close friend, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t chemistry.

before the arrangement, he was the missing piece you needed. chaotic, spunky, and kind-hearted — always the man you’d call if you needed help.

why was now any different? it seemed, as soon as you two began faking a relationship, all natural chemistry went out the window. his determination to would clash with yours, instead of harmonize.

then came today. you weren’t sure why you showed up at all.

the faces that turned — fellow soldiers and staff — all looked at you like you’d been there a thousand times before. so, johnny had been bragging about you, just as you predicted. it didn’t matter, as long as he kept the spotlight on his ‘perfect’ self.

"why the hell am i here, johnny?" you ask, closing the door to his quarters behind you. he perks up, setting down the folder in his hands. this is the first time you're seeing him in uniform; cargo pants and a compression tee. and his mohawk is carefully maintained, slicked, and in place.

“calm down, bonnie.” to your distaste, he speaks nonchalantly, then takes a few steps closer. he begins fussing with the collar of your shirt, adjusting the necklace you have on until it’s straight.

you stand there and take it, rolling your eyes at his sudden tedious behavior; nothing else about the man is organized. why does he care if you are? it’s obvious his fellow men aren’t questioning the relationship.

before you can open your mouth and spit out another impatient question, soap finally speaks. “need to practice.”

you huff, “practice what?”

"bein' us." he asserts, cupping both your cheeks. you've grown used to his touchiness if that was even possible. though, you didn't have the slightest clue what he meant — and living in the vague seemed to be his forté.

“i won’t even pretend to know what that means, johnny.” you shook your head, an increasing frustration bubbling within you. it was no lie, if this arrangement was going to work, you two needed to be efficient.

he chuckled a bit, rubbing his thumbs against your cheekbones. "the only thing you should be knowin' about is being convincing." soap retorted, effectively silencing your compaints. "now... kiss me."

your breathing hitches, "excuse me?" first, you had him making up imaginary rules. and now he's bossing you around — this won't do. but you need him, whether you care to admit it or not.

"ye heard me. kiss me." his words finished with a grin like the Cheshire cat. it was then that you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face — but that was always damn near impossible. very little scared johnny off or falter his credence. especially where you're concerned.

"you can't just ask— no order me— to kiss you, johnny, and if you think—" you were jerked forward suddenly, yet felt no true pain. his nose clashed against yours, only giving way to when he tilted his head. at first, you had an urge to push back; and couldn’t.

he breathed heavily into the kiss, keeping it only a kiss. no tongue, no biting, no roaming hands — just “practicing” a kiss.

your hands hovered over his chest, frozen in the shove that you never followed through with. soap pulled back, a dazed expression despite being the one to initiate. “see? not so bad. it’s kissin’.” his lips glinted against the dodgy lighting, slightly puffy and glossy.

you wanted to take a step back, to argue, yet couldn’t. shouldn’t you have hated that more? shouldn’t you have kicked him in the jewels and fled the room? short answer: it felt good to kiss him. and you despised him for it.

eventually, you blinked away your daze and smacked his chest. “you don’t get to just… do that, johnny. that’s not how this works.” you motioned toward the both of you, but it had little effect. for someone so worked up, your attempts at distancing yourself were pathetic.

soap stepped forward and bridged the gap you had made seconds ago, once again playing with your necklace. he seemed to be ignoring you again, playing off your grievances; if that label could even be used. he kissed you and you liked it — that’s it.

although, the problem lies with enjoying the intimacy. it’s not supposed to be “intimacy” at all — the relationship should be more like a series of play acts.

you began to step backward again, feeling the cold cement wall against you, giving you a visible shiver. you had run out of room and he wasn’t giving him more. goddammit, you shouldn’t be admiring his dog tags dangling in your face; you should loathe them.

“johnny, don’t.” you muttered, reaching up to comb a piece of hair from your field of view. but he beat you to it — his thumb relocating the strand with a sweep across your forehead. the rough pads of his fingers made you buzz, made your cheeks singe.

still, he leaned in again, lips parted slightly as he pressed into your jawline with the same thumb, as if running it over his own blade. “do ye really want me to stop?”

he got you there; your protests sounded like encouragements. the aroma of his cologne made your head spin, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was on purpose. could you chalk the butterflies up to a love spell? something malicious on his end?

you met his gaze again, unable to find a sliver of sinister intentions in his azure eyes. “no.” a simple one word answer, one you weren’t surprised came out of you before you thought it through.

was it true what they say about anger, that the truth bleeds through while enraged? could the same apply for being flustered? that no surely wasn’t being regretted right now, whilst his lips brushed against the sides of your neck.

your fingers hooked under the sleeves of his compression shirt, merely fiddling with them as his breath tickled you. his hands lay flat on the wall, either side of your waist, as if you were a flight risk. that plan had long passed, johnny knew, but he didn’t want to let you go. not just yet.

his wet lips brushed against that sweet spot on the side of your neck, drawing a hitch in your breathing. you finally gathered enough courage to place your palms on his sides, clenching your eyes shut in anticipation.

no sooner, the door swung open. “soap, there’s a—” your head snapped over, returning the same wide gaze as the young man in a blue cap. “—oh.” he cut himself off, assuming the two of you were seconds from ravishing one another against the wall.

minutes ago, his assumption would’ve been wrong. but now? he’d be right. of all the times for an interruption, it couldn’t have been when you two were bickering.

you took advantage of the awkward silence, reading the: Sgt. Garrick etched into the man’s shirt pocket. a name you didn’t recognize from one of soap’s babbles, but you sure as well wouldn’t forget it after this first impression.

johnny’s brows knitted together, obviously forcing more frustration than he actually felt. “knock, why don’t ya?!” he bellowed, using his body to shield your fluster. he had to pretend gaz interrupted a steamy moment, didn’t he?

“i’m gonna— i’ll go.” sergeant garrick stammered, a sudden stiff demeanor before he slammed the door shut. soap’s intense focus fizzled away quickly, you greeted by a clammy expression.

fixing your hair and shirt, you shimmied out of his way, making sure you had your bag back over your shoulder. “i’ll be going.” you spoke speedily, exiting his quarters.

gaz was immediately to your right, still waiting to relay what you can assume is work related. you avoided eye contact, practically jogging down the halls the way you came. he looked you up and down, trying to shake the images of you and soap’s possible hookup from his brain.

soap exited behind you, as if he was going to call out and stop you. yet, he didn’t have the slightest clue what he’d say to you — let alone with his mortified sergeant right there. “not a word.” he hissed, catching a glimpse of you as you turned the corner. admiring you, without shame.

in a way, maybe garrick had prevented you from making a big mistake; from fucking this whole thing up. sleeping together would surely do that.

let this be a lesson in restraint and… time and place for practicing.

⋆꒷꒦‧₊˚𓆩 divider cred. - cafekitsune 𓆪˚₊‧꒦꒷⋆

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Prompts ; 1. “what are you do-” “look, now we match!” + 15. “this song reminds me of you.” + 175. “ you don’t have any idea how much i love you .”

Pairing : enemy! johnny x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 2.3k

Warnings : mutual feelings, enemies to lovers, high school au, fluff, slightly ooc

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Whoever said that school dances were fun was a liar. You sighed softly as you sat at an empty table, looking around at your friends who were all dancing with their dates - you shouldn't have listened to them. Your date bailed on you at the last second, leaving you to spend the evening moping around. "No one asked you to be their date?" a familiar voice called, taunting you slightly as he took the seat opposite you. Johnny Suh. The pair of you had never gotten along, despite sharing the same friend group. There was something about him that just made you want to punch that beautiful face.

Johnny looked at you and smirked, he couldn't see your scowl from the shadow of his own dark bangs. He was in the shadows and all you could see was the gleam of his eyes in the low light and the slight curl of his lips. He raised a brow at you "I wonder why that was?" He said, his soft tone laced with smug sarcasm, earning a scoff. "I did get asked. Just..something came up." you grumbled, rolling your eyes at his antics. He smirked at you and leaned back, crossing his arms "Really? Your date" He hissed the last word as if the very word was enough to bring him pain "Bailed on you at the very last minute, and you've got nothing better to do? No one else asked you to be their date, so you've just been sitting here alone?" he wondered.

"Everyone else is with their dates so I don't really have a choice." you huffed, leaning back slightly into your chair. "What about you? where's your date?" you brought up, looking at him curiously. He normally had girls swooning over him all the time. He scoffed and looked away, he tried his best to avoid eye contact with you. He wasn't going to admit the girl he asked had rejected him "Eh, she cancelled last minute too," He lied, his voice strained. It was obvious he was lying but he wasn't going to admit that the one girl he liked rejected him. The smug smirk he had was still there, as if he was trying to show you he didn't really care. "You asked and she said no, didn't you?" you asked quietly, a soft chuckle escaping you.

He looked at you, the smirk quickly turning into a scowl. He hated the fact that he'd been so easily read. "No she didn't, she had something else to do" He said, he was trying to make it seem like he was telling the truth and he hadn't asked the girl he was in love with and been rejected. "What does it matter anyway?" He asked, avoiding your eyes. "She's missing out." you murmured softly, glad for the dimmed lighting so he couldn't see your pink cheeks. Johnny's jaw almost hit the floor when you made the comment that the girl was missing out on him. He looked at you in disbelief because no one had ever complimented him. He quickly regained his composure and his smile was restored, as if he hadn't been caught by surprise. "You think so?" He asked you, he tilted his head, hoping to hear you say you agreed again and compliment him more

"Just because you hate me, doesn't mean I can't compliment you." you chuckled lightly, face softening as you looked over. Johnny's face reddened a bit at the compliment, he wasn't used to someone telling him something like that without having ulterior motives. He looked over at the dance floor, thinking about the fact that he didn't have a date and how you were alone too. "So.." He started, trying to sound nonchalant "Why don't you just come and dance with me?" he blurted out, standing up. "I…are you sure? you don't have to-" you started, eyes widening slightly as he took your hand and pulled you up.

"Nah, I want to dance with you," He pulled you up and his soft grip was firm enough to hold your hand and lead you through the crowd. He pushed people out of the way as you made your way to the floor. You saw a few shocked faces from people as they saw the two of you together, enemies to lovers was something everyone knew about but now the two of you were dancing together without even trying. Johnny turned to you slowly and started to guide you as the two of you danced. "..since when do people dance with their enemies?" you murmured, trying to make a joke as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He smirked as he heard you, his hand tightened on your back slightly more. His grip was firm but he felt his fingers twitch slightly with his nervousness. He couldn't believe the two of you were dancing "Well, if I'm honest, I've never really hated you." He said, his tone was still nonchalant like what was happening wasn't even remotely weird. He pulled you just a little closer to him and kept dancing.

"…what?" you asked, mouth slightly agape as you looked up at him as he towered over you. "But-" you started before he cut you off mid-sentence. Johnny smirked at you, his eyes were filled with that signature smugness as he looked at you "You heard me, I've never hated you, and I'm not going to let you have a bad night just because your date left you at the last minute," He said softly, making the statement seem like it was fact. "You deserve to have fun." He explained. "You're telling me we've been enemies for no reason?!" you whined, earning a laugh from him as he gazed down lovingly. Johnny smirked playfully and nodded his head. He liked how mad that made you, it made you cute and vulnerable and he could feel his grip tensing around you. He kept his tone nonchalant and unbothered even as you were shocked by the statement. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. We've always butted heads because we're just too similar." He teased, his eyes meeting yours through the dim lighting.

He rummaged around his pocket, looking for something before he gently grabbed your arm, putting something on it. “what are you do-” you started as he interrupted again. “look, now we match!” he smirked, the corsage he'd put on your wrist matching the flower on his suit pocket. He smirked as he looked over at your wrist. It was the first time you've ever seen the guy smile genuinely with absolutely no sarcasm, sarcasm or smug expression that was always plastered all over his face. Johnny felt his grip slip slightly around your waist, and you felt him look down at you and his smirk faded into a soft smile that made you squeal quietly. His lips felt so close to yours, the two of you were barely an inch from each other's lips. He was enjoying every second of the slow dance he was sharing with you.

You let out a soft gasp as the next song started playing, recognising it instantly. "This is my favourite song!" you grinned. Johnny's grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly again and he pulled you a little closer, he noticed you let out a small gasp as the next song started playing. He smiled and looked over at you, he had realised you were familiar with the song which made this moment even better. The two of you danced, his hand never leaving your back once. Johnny was enjoying every minute he spent with you, even if only for the night, he felt like a new person and felt like everything was right with the world. His lips were so close to yours. "I've always wanted a love like this song." you murmured gently, a little frown on your face.

Johnny's grip around you tightened even more and his eyebrows furrowed together as he listened closely to you. The two of you had been dancing for a while and Johnny felt like he could be himself with you. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes and smiled, he felt his heart beat faster and he bit his lip as he saw your frown. He couldn't explain it but he really wanted to see you smile and that made the tension between the two of you so much higher "This song reminds me of you." he admitted, gently brushing hair out of your face. "..oh yeah?" you murmured, a small smile on your face.

Johnny smirked at you and nodded his head once. A blush had appeared on his cheeks which made him slightly embarrassed to admit the song reminded him of you. "I have a secret..it might sound lame but-" He started, he hesitated for a moment before continuing "Ever since I heard this song, it always reminds me of you." He looked at you and the song started to pick up. "if you're in the mood, we can tiptoe to the moon." you softly sang along, eyes on him only. Johnny's head whipped towards you as he realised you were singing along with him, he was in shock that you knew the song. He felt his heart beat faster as you continued to sing and his cheeks flushed as red as a tomato. He was in awe that you could sing the song and sing it pretty well. Johnny was still amazed, he continued dancing with you, and the song picked up more and he kept dancing. He looked down at you, you were so beautiful and he found himself starting to fall in love with you.

Maybe tonight wasn't so bad after all.

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You stood outside as some of your friends left the restaurant, arms wrapped around you as you tried to keep yourself warm from the summer breeze, taking in the night. Johnny had followed you outside, he was aware it was cold outside. He came up behind you and wrapped a jacket around your shoulders, he had seen you were trying to keep yourself warm from the breeze. Johnny felt his heart beat faster as he put the jacket on you. He was enjoying your company alone but was finding it hard to admit. The boy leaned against the wall, arms crossed and his head leaned against the wall facing you. He was admiring your beauty even more in the dim lighting, it was surreal. "You're gonna be cold-" you started.

"I don't care." He said simply and brushed your hair away from your face. There was no trace of a smirk or smugness in his tone to you. Johnny was being genuine with you and it was almost like he was acting like you were two people in love. He looked at you for a few seconds as his eyes traced every feature of your face before he spoke again. "I'm not leaving you out here alone. It's cold." He said, his tone was still gentle and worried for you. "What time is it?" you asked gently, gazing at the moon.

Johnny was in awe of how beautiful you were when you looked at the moon. You looked like a painting come to life and it made his heart beat out of his chest. "It's about half eleven, pretty late for you to be out here on your own." He said softly, he didn't want you to catch a cold. He still had his arms crossed and his head leaning against the wall, the way he was leaning made his shoulder press into yours. You could feel his warmth against you. "I should probably get home." you hummed gently, not wanting to leave.

"Yeah, you probably should." He answered quietly, he was getting lost in his thoughts on how beautiful you looked. Johnny was so close to you that he could smell your perfume, a sweet scent that made him want to bury his head in your neck and inhale the smell but he refrained himself from doing that. "I can walk you home." He said quietly, not taking his eyes off you. "..that would be nice, yeah." you smiled at him, intertwining your hand with his. Johnny smiled back at you, his eyes twinkling as he saw the happiness in your eyes. You two looked like a picture perfect couple as you held hands and he led you off the premises of the building. He felt safe holding hands with you, like he was in his comfort zone. You'd never held hands with each other before but it felt so right and natural that you both kept hold of each other's hands all the way to your house

"..I could get used to this." you mumbled gently, still holding his hand as you stopped at your doorstep. Johnny felt the same way, he enjoyed holding hands with you and he didn't want to let go. His mind was filled with thoughts and he couldn't fathom how he was acting this way around you but he was enjoying it. He stopped at your doorstep and he was still holding onto your hand, he didn't want to let go even now but he understood he probably should. "I could too." He murmured back, his fingers tightened ever so slightly around yours. “you don’t have any idea how much I love you.” you blurted out, cheeks heating up instantly and your gaze on the floor.

Johnny was shocked when you blurted that out, the shock was displayed on his face briefly before he covered it up with a smile. He felt his heart beat out of his chest and his body heat up at the same time as his cheeks. Everything turned hot and he felt his heart skip a beat. He couldn't believe those words had just been said to him. Johnny opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He stood there for a while, before he managed to reply to you properly.

"I love you too."

[mins-fins]

EPISODE 15 : ❛ froyo works every time ❜

Mark has to be completely honest, he is insanely nervous.

Why did he give into Johnny's incessant demands to ask you to get frozen yogurt Friday? He should've kicked the giant out of his room the moment he even tried to bring up you, texting you, or talking to you face to face once more.

Does he have enough time to run away before you show up? Maybe he can make an excuse about Yuta calling him for something, the older always covers for him, but he can't just bail out on you! He's been trying to do this for months, he gets to see you today and he immediately wants to chicken out? That's low..

He grits his teeth and shoves his hand into his pockets, seeing the weird look the employee at the counter is giving him through his peripheral vision. Oh he must look so pathetic right now, waiting around outside for what seems like forever, he's almost convinced your not going to show up.

But of course, you kept your word.

"Oh god I'm sorry I'm late! Practice went on for much longer than usual and when I realized the time Dejun purposefully held me up—"

Mark immediately snickers when you begin your ramble, and you pause, blinking at him. You caress the material of your sweater, suddenly feeling your cheeks grow hot. Why's he looking at you like that? Why is he smiling like that? Why is he being Mark Lee?

You're going to kill him, literally.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I don't want to sound like I'm making an excuse, did I make you wait too long?"

Mark is baffled that you'd even think so, he knows you care a lot about your time management, he knows you well enough to know you'd never make anyone wait on purpose. "No, no! I was just.. I don't know what I was doing if I'm being honest I was sort of just standing around".

You laugh at the words, still not looking at Mark directly. "Was the guy at the counter giving you dirty looks?"

"More like pitiful looks".

You let another laugh slip at the words, and Mark's lips turn up at the sight. "I'm stalling, aren't I? You came here for froyo, let me treat you".

He doesn't have to say anything more, you pretend your cheeks don't go red at the basic words. Maybe it's simply the way he said them, or maybe because it's Mark, it's always Mark, he just has always had this affect on you.

Mark glances back at you, catching you midway through your little zoning out session, he nudges you lightly with his shoulder. "Are you alright?" He asks, voice hushed, as if indirectly saying you didn't really have to answer the question verbally.

"Hm? Yeah, yeah sorry" You shake your head, pushing Mark forward as a way to beckon him to go in. He simply gives you one last glance before following your silent demand, walking into the shop as you slowly followed behind him.

You allow for your eyes to scan the place, it's recognizable, and the nostalgia hits you much harder than you thought it would. You two, you and Mark that is, used to come here all the time back when you were dating, it was your regular spot, you loved the place's strawberry frozen yogurt, and Mark would indulge in your addiction all the time, of course making sure to judge your overuse of sprinkles.

You went there so often, in fact, that the employees behind the counter began recognizing you. Mark isn't as big a fan of froyo as you are, but he still followed you out whenever you wanted to go get frozen yogurt.

Your stomach begins to hurt, it hurts you in just the slightest.

Mark narrows his eyes at the many flavors displayed before him, humming. "You want strawberry right?"

You nod.

"Extra sprinkles?"

You simply smile, he does still know you. Mark hums again, biting his inner cheek. You then stop him from getting his wallet with your hand. "You're not actually paying, are you?" You inquire, and Mark rolls his eyes.

"Yn, I literally offered to pay".

"You don't have to, I was joking".

"Yn" He gently lowers your hand, but you can't focus on that with the way he's staring at you. Oh you're about to fall for him all over again, you want so badly to slip back into that lovesick fool you were before you broke up with Mark. "Don't argue with me, I'm paying".

You open your mouth to argue again, but Mark gives you a look, and it falls shut. Mark grins at his victory, snickering as a frown crosses your face. "That's so unfair.."

Mark hears your mutter, but he doesn't respond to it.

You really do love strawberry frozen yogurt, Mark doesn't really get it, but he finds your love for the treat cute either way (everything about you is cute, that's what Mark has decided). He can't even focus on his basic vanilla froyo, because he's too busy trying to figure out how to bring up what he so badly wants to bring up.

"How do you eat all of those sprinkles?" Mark wrinkles his nose, and you giggle around your spoon, eyeing Mark's melting frozen yogurt. "Seriously, it's too—"

"Sweet" You fill in the sentence for him, but you smile again as you scoop up another batch of sprinkles. "I know they are, Mark, but I like it like that".

"Hm".

"Yeah".

Mark stares at you, and you finally seem to catch the mental argument he's having with himself, because you leave your froyo alone, dropping your spoon. "Mark" You whisper, scratching your arm underneath your sweater.

"I'm sorry".

Mark wants to punch himself in the face, why the fuck are you apologizing? What are you apologizing for? He wants to ask why you're apologizing, but you keep going before he can open his mouth.

"I ended things because.. I felt like I was holding you back, your album was a hit and you became so busy and I didn't want to get in the way of that—"

"But you weren't" Mark doesn't care if he interrupted you, he had to get his point across. "I shouldn't have been so avoidant, you were clearly not doing your best and all I cared about was music".

"Don't give me that, none of it was your fault".

Mark's lips turn downward at your claim. "Still, I could've tried to consider your whole side of things".

You scoff, it's a playful one though. "I was being petty, I don't blame you for breaking up with me".

Mark is still frowning, and you relax your shoulders as you chuckle. "Stop frowning, stupid, I forgive you" He seems to want to resist his smile, but he can't, because his lips turn up, against his will, of course. "Your froyo is melting".

"I didn't really want it, anyway".

"Aww, you don't like frozen yogurt?" You raise an eyebrow, a teasing tone in your voice reminiscent of the tone you used back in that phone call.

"Not really, I just tolerate it because you like it" He states much too honestly for his own comfort. Mark has no idea why he said that, but he doesn't regret it, because you snicker, looking down at the floor. "What's so funny?"

"I don't know.. it's just— it's just how you say things, your words make me giggle".

"At least I still have that affect".

You giggle again, your giggles are addicting, Mark missed this, Mark missed you, he feels like he might go insane if he doesn't hold your hand or something.

But he doesn't give into such desires.

Mark has a good time out with you, he guesses Johnny was right, froyo does work every time. Thank goodness he barged into Mark's room earlier this week, thank goodness he decided to go through with this stupid frozen yogurt meetup thing.

And seeing you smile so wide just makes Mark feel giddy, he doesn't remember the last time he saw such a smile from you. He's not going to make the same mistake again, he promises.

Mark won't let you slip so easily from his fingertips this time.

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[dinogoofy]

This is my 2023 MK Halloween masterlist! All current prompts will be listed, including ones that haven't been polled yet! Two more prompts will eventually be added. (I just got to figure them out first!)

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Gargoyle - Syzoth

There's a friendly Gargoyle on top of your apartment building. He's pretty handsome for a statue, and you've taken a liking to him. You sit against him sometimes while reading or doing some work. You're enjoying the ambiance of the rooftop during the full-moon in October, and lean over and kiss him on the shoulder. It's silly, you know, but you wanted to thank him for being such a good friend. All of a sudden, he starts to move. You're completely embarrassed, but he thinks it's funny. Turns out, he thinks you're pretty cute too!

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Zombie - Havik

It's the zombie apocalypse, and you've spent months hiding in your college town. You've gotten very good at running from both people and zombies. The virus was strange, and developed in two strains. One was rumored to leave your mind intact, but increase your bloodlust and the need to feed on raw meat. The other would take everything. It would ravage your mind and cause you to become a mindless soldier, hellbent on spreading the virus.

One day, you run into a man in a black hospital mask. He's gruff, and unfriendly, but you can't just stand by and let him wander alone. There's safety in numbers after all. Eventually, you find out why he was run off from his previous group, why he goes out at night when he thinks you are asleep, and what lies underneath his mask.

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You moved into an old house last year, and strange things have been happening every time you bring a new date home. Doors opening, dishes rattling. Thing is- they only seem to happen around your dates. After the last guy breaks three of his fingers due to a cabinet slamming shut in him, you contact a friend that sends over her cooky spiritual aunt. She does some weird shit with some animal bones, and your house gets struck by lightning. Somehow, this must have charged the energies in the house, because now you can actually see the poltergeist. Turns out, he's in love with you, and has been jealous of all the living men who You've brought home.

Haunted House - Bi-han

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Scarecrow - Reiko

You're visiting your aunts farm to help out with the busy fall season. You're closing up the farm stand at the pumpkin patch when her farm dog runs off. You follow after her and into the corn maze. It's dark by the time you find her, attached to the leg of a moving scarecrow with a really bad attitude.

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Black cat - Johnny Cage

There's been a stray black cat roaming around your neighborhood, and with October quickly approaching, you decide it's no longer safe to just let him roam. After coaxing it inside your home, you start to take care of the little guy. It's been about a month, and this cat has stuck to you like glue. He's loving and sweet and sleeps next to your head at night, and you really do plan on keeping him forever. After quite a few disastrous dates, you wander into ye ol' witch's shop desperate for advice. When you come home, there's a man in your house. Turns out, he's your cat. This man was cursed after flirting around with the wrong witches, and you somehow set him free.

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Magic - Rain

Some asshole got a little too drunk at the Halloween celebration at the bar and decided to start "shipping" random folks. Problem is, they were casting legit spells. Some were love spells, others were lust spells, and you were one unlucky bitch. There's this one dick that hangs around your friend group, and you absolutely hate him, so of course you ended up magically cuffed to him by the wrist. It's a forced proximity spell, and there's only two ways to break it. To open your hearts to one another, or… to sleep with eachother.

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Clown - Kung Lao

You're one of the costume and set designers for the local haunt, but unfortunately for you, it's themed after the movie "killer clowns from outer space" this year. You hate clowns, but you adore set design. The set and costumes turn out a little too good, and you accidentally end up punching a scare actor when he comes to ask you a question. You basically almost break his nose, and getting blood out of those masks is such a pain! You frantically tug it off of him, only to find out that he's unfortunately really attractive. Theres no way you have a shot with him now! Damn those masks!

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Vampire- Kenshi

You're having fun with some friends at a halloween party in the woods, but you can only deal with so much madness before you need a break. You walk off to a quiet part of the woods to take a breather, and find out You're not the only one. You meet a really nice vampire, who happens to be really attractive. The two of you have a pleasant conversation about the party before deciding to walk back together. 

Unfortunately for the two of you, there's a big ass hole in the ground that neither of you can see in the dark. Well, that you couldn't see. He would have seen it if he wasn't looking at you the entire time.

The music is too loud for anyone to hear you, and your phones have no signal down there. How the hell are you going to get out?

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Demon - Tomas Vrbada

You really want to go all out while decorating the house for Halloween this year, but you just moved into this town, and don't really know anyone who could help you out. So obviously, your first choice of action is to summon a Demon to help you out. Turns out, he's actually really nice. The two of you strike a bargain that he would help you decorate, and you would repay him with an action of equal weight. 

Well, he took a liking to you, and had been popping into your house every once in a while with more and more decorations so that he has an excuse to hang out with you. The week before Halloween, he asks you if his part of the bargain would simply include an invitation to your Halloween party with some plus ones included for his friends. 

[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #11:

Graham Nash's Wild Tales

Graham Nash is the Malvolio of the Dollar Bin. In case Shakespeare's 12th Night is not instantly at your fingertips, here's the run down: Nash/Malvolio spends his existence/the play looking down on all the drunk David Crosbys/Sir Tobys around him. He thinks he's an equal to the geniuses about him (Joni Mitchell is his Viola; Neil Young his Feste) and he's a competitor with the biggest dope in history (Stephen Stills, of course / the Duke Orsino).

Malvolio winds up cross-gartered in yellow tights, sure he's the star of the play. In actuality he's the laughing stock.

Malvolio = Nash. Check them out.

But Wild Tales has more potential than anything else in Nash's oeuvre. Here's a list of why this album should not suck:

The cover photo, taken by the omnipresent Joel Bernstein, gives us hope that this is a concept record about Middle Earth with Nash playing the role of Tom Bombadil's willowy, spaced out neighbor. Look, he even has a book about Ents!

2. The back cover's art is by Joni Mitchell. She must have, inexplicably, still liked Nash on some level. And she sings on one track. Surely, this album cannot suck!

3. Ben Keith is all over this record. Keith is, of course, central to the Fellowship of the Young. He, Briggs, Poncho, Whitten and Nils helped Neil sneak in and out of Mordor time and time again. If Ben Keith plays on a Dollar Bin record, buy it.

4. Joe Yankee plays on this record. (That's Neil Young's nom de plume in the early 70's. Soon Neil would settle on Bernard Shakey instead.) Again, how can this record not be good?

5. This record is from 73. In 71, when Nash put out his first solo record, Nash had reason to think we all wanted to see him in the yellow tights. Deja Vu was fresh, Mitchell had recently tolerated him as a boyfriend and he was the only relatively handsome guy in the world's biggest band. Just check them out.

Listed left to right, there they are in 71: Neil looks like he forgot to do his middle school math homework yet again and teacher will be mad; Greg Reeves looks like he refuses to do any homework, ever; he is working up a mustache instead; Crosby stands before them all proudly, the assistant middle school Gym coach the girls all know to avoid; Stills is a mouth-breather repeating a grade: he wants to do the homework, but knows not how; Dallas Taylor still eats paste.

And then there's Nash behind them all: in 71 Graham clearly thought he was a studly chick-magnet, ready to date multiple high school cheerleaders and make them all cry; plus when he sings "very, very, very fine house" it sounds like he's actually wearing yellow tights, prancing about, praising Jove. Listening to solo music by the guy in 71 seems like a bad idea.

But by 73 Nash should have gained a little perspective. CSN&Y were toast, Mitchell and Young were making timeless music without him and even Stills refused to put his own name on Nash's records (he's listed as Harry Halex on Wild Tales: Stephen Stills not only sucks, he also can't think up fun or even pronounceable fake names. Let me suggest one for you Stephen: Richard Stroker; his friends call him Dick).

And so Nash should have approached Wild Tales like it was his Gettysburg: it was time to charge the enemy screaming, bayonet out. Nash had everything to lose, everything to gain.

Instead, the album is... okay. Side 1 starts with strong promise: Young's rhythm section regulars Johnny Barbata and Tim Drummond lay down a muddy vibe while David Lindley impersonates Neil nicely. Please inform my wife that Lindley's recent look is my new one:

The problem, frankly, is Nash's voice. He always wants us to believe Wild Tales are about to be told but he always sings like he's hawking Cinnamon Toast Crunch during Saturday morning cartoon hour. Stop sounding happy Graham! We hauled this out of the Dollar Bin because we want Acid, Booze and Ass, Needles, Guns and Grass. We do not want laughs.

Prison Song is a highlight, though. The melody swings, Lindley provides swashbuckling mandolin fills and, while I'm not convinced that all the pot dealers then in prison were assuaged by the knowledge that Graham felt for them deeply, I can get behind this song.

But Side 1 ends with two tracks that show what we are missing out on. When Ben Keith wasn't making this record in 73 he was installing street signs in Neil Young's Ditch, making Tonight's the Night. There are echoes of that effervescent vibe in the Nash songs You'll Never Be the Same and, especially, And So it Goes. Young is credited with acoustic piano on the later song, an instrument he plays plenty of on Tonight. And I'm gonna argue right here that Neil plays the electric rhythm guitar as well on this song; if it's not him, it's Ben Keith. And so, musically, the track is a big deal compared to everything else on this record.

But then there's the chorus:

Well there's one thing to try,

Everybody knows.

Music gets you high,

Everybody grows.

And so it goes.

First of all, no one wants to think about Graham sporting a boner during this, or any, song. So that growing line has got to go.

Secondly, listen to the chorus's vocals, and this song sounds like I'm Waiting For My Man rewritten as a Subway commercial. It's now entitled I'm Waiting For My Ham.

Jonathan Richman, who I love, knows better than to try to cover Leonard Cohen. I know not to attend an open casting call for SI's Swimsuit Edition.

But Nash has no idea. He thinks he can rock a two piece; he thinks he is Leonard Cohen. No wonder Neil pretends to be Joe Yankee on the credits.

The album's second side is dull and unmemorable. Joni Mitchell clearly fell asleep while waiting to be cued for her paltry vocals on Another Sleep Song. She sounds disinterested at best.

Last Spring Nash foisted himself back into our consciousness. Stories appeared in the New Yorker, NPR, all over. After Crosby's death, Nash basically insisted that Crosby's last words had been "you're my hero Graham" or something along those lines. In actuality, Crosby's thoughts on Nash for the last decade had been, basically, you ruined my life; eat a sweet one.

At the same time, Nash made a pathetic effort to jump start SN&Y by praising Stills and claiming that Crosby forgave Young at the end. In fact, Crosby had told Neil more than a few times to eat a whole bunch of sweet ones. But no dice Graham: Neil responded to Nash's press push by reuniting with Stills for a benefit show and not inviting Nash. Man, that's low, Neil. Stephen Stills sucks.

Finally, Nash gloried in those same interviews about his love life. After 40 years of marital bliss, he'd recently dumped his wife and took up with a woman younger than most of his kids. The dude is 81, six months younger than my dad.

Someone get me a woody Allen sized bucket. I'm about to throw up; it seems I drank too many Wild Tales.

[msfbgraves]

Here, she greatly respects Chozen and feels very warm affection for him, loves her beautiful girls... but she still prays for Daniel. 😭 😭 As someone whose favourite character is Chozen (and Daniel lmao) that hurts to read. Wish my man had ended up with someone who loves him the world over arghhhh. I feel sorry for Kumiko too. Daniel is still her great love, but Terry has taken first place in his heart. On the other hand, it never fails to crack me up just how obsessed Terry is with Daniel and how he simply MUST have him no matter what. I feel like in any universe, this is a given.

Cobra Kai is suprisingly much deeper about relationships than it has any right to be. What they actually set up with Daniel and his lingering obsession with Terry; Kumiko and her inability to move on (so incredibly cruel for them to do that!); Terry's lingering unfinished business with Daniel; Chozen not being able to get over himself enough to settle down either... wow that's a lot to unpack.

I'm so interested in the way that the show chose to make Terry such a lingering presence in Daniel's life from Daniel's first appearance onward. Daniel kind of married Terry even in canon. Amanda is freakishly similar to Terry in looks and character. To me, that tells me that there is something that binds them together even if it isn't a simple relationship. But there is also something that binds Daniel, Chozen and Kumiko together. I really do feel that there was something at least on Chozen's side, when it comes to Kumiko before Daniel came to the island. But going by the show they seem to have been in contact quite regularly for Kumiko to have Chozen's number and be in on a prank to bring Daniel and Chozen together. So why are Kumiko and Chozen not dating? They are both free and they seem close! Apparently Daniel stands between them, if he would never want that for either of them! I really think that in another timeline, either post Karate Kid canon, or even this AU, the three of them are a throuple, at least in spirit!

For instance: in the movieverse, If Daniel had returned to Okinawa and married Kumiko before the beginning of CK, he would have opened a dojo with Chozen and within 5 years they'd all be happily cohabitating and having amazing sex. Daniel having coaxed Mr. Miyagi back to Yukie. But he can't, right, because where does that leave Terry? In the alternative omegaverse timeline then, where Kumiko falls pregnant with Daniel's puppy, I can actually imagine Chozen saying: why can't I mate them both? I'll raise the pup! I'll have his pups, her pups, maybe she has his puppy again, idc! He's hot! And the Don and Sato going "Who do you think you are, the Emperor?" Daniel would be like "Fine, if that means I can have both my puppy and my wife, we'll make it work!" But there is Italian marriage politics at play, the Don's attachment to his youngest, plus the lingering threat of a certain Terry Silver...

In this, the Knights and Pawns universe, Chozen did feel some kind of way seeing Kumiko and Daniel together, and he hates Terry on sight. But he and his wife go back to their lives, have puppies and have the kind of love and friendship that gets built over decades of companionship. There's simply something destined about both damiko and silverusso, in my view, that cannot be prevented. I really would have hoped for Chozen and Kumiko to sincerely move on and find love on their own terms, but that is not canon, so it creeps into my fic too, always. Last but not least - Johnny Lawrence and John Kreese also have a place in each other's and Daniel's life in every universe.

It is what it is, Nonnie, I am so sorry.

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IF MONSTER HIGH WAS DOING MACBETH (Now turn three time, spit and swear)...

Okay, here's a deep psychological exercice since the previous post about IF MONSTER HIGH WAS DOING (insert random shakespeare's piece you were forced to read when you were in school).

Just imagine that all of these catastrophic teenage monsters actually put on a good show, without ANY problem (yes I know, I'm asking much), and that Mr. Where, who is already a masochist by being DRAMA teacher in the less safe monster school EVER, want another one for the next scaremester : what can possibly go wrong when the title is actually Macbeth (angel and ministers of grace defend us) ?

Yes, we talk about the cursed scottish play....

THE CURSED CASTING -

King Duncan – Nefera de Nile. She wanted to be the ''Pharaoh'', because daddy dearest is kinda immortal you see ? She never read the play, however, at the joy joyful catharsis of Cleo.

Prince Malcolm - Amanita Nightshade. She just wanted the spotlights into the ''royalty''. She also seems to have read the play, for once...

Prince Donalbain - Scarah Screams. Don't ask. This ghoul just need to have the spotlight and SURVIVE to it, okay ?

Macbeth - Cleo de Nile. She is certain this will be a great lesson for her in the future, by opposing and.... doing wise things ?.... against her sister ? Mr. Where don't really understand these ''De Nile'' things, this is as old as pyramids....

Lady Macbeth - Deuce Gorgon. The snakes will do the stuff, they are this kind of troublesome, at least... But this is weird, because Cleo keep reminding him how gorgon blood can heal and kill alike... What the f... ?

Banquo - Clawdeen Wolf. She don't know again what she is doing here, maybe because Howleen is there also... This is not good, but she don't care about it, because if a Wolf is not in the worst situation at least one time, he can't be a Wolf. This is what her brother said after this whole ''date'' with Draculaura (see Romeo and Juliet)...

Fleance - Howleen Wolf. Never wanted to be there on the first place ! But there was some strange arguments with her siblings about her not be mature enough to do that, so, here she is ! Yes, this is the spirit !

Macduff – Catty Noir. The problem with Black Cats, is that Bad Luck is Good Luck for them. So, now, you can just imagine when Catty just mentionned the Scottish Play by her REAL NAME, said ''Good luck'' before all sessions instead of ''Break a leg, darling'', never done cleansing rituals, call the roles by their real names, came at rep in green and blue.... There is a reason why she was the only one left standing, not only because, hey, she was Macduff. That badass girl SLAYED the curse herself.

Lady Macduff – Seth Ptolemy... Pharaoh. He is fed up with mama, and there some need of a ''sacrificial soul'' for the scottish play, so here he is (and he is like, the official partner of Catty ! Faboolous!)

Macduff's son – Catrine DeMew. A Cat is a Cat, and a Cat for a Cat. Here's the answer. Maybe this is a variant of the play where this poor lad is actually Lady Macduff's ''one night stand''.

Scottish Thanes - Twyla Boogeyman. Yep. You read this correctly. Shadows can be very useful sometimes, even for yourself when you ''have to play''... Which is technically what she is about to do. And she is there for Howleen, also.... Yes, there is a ship going on right now.

Siward - Johnny Spirit. ''Wait... I tought this was going to be ''metal'' and ''mortal'' ?!'' - ''Listen Mr. Spirit ! This is Shakespeare, there is metal in the sword and death at all corner, what did you except ? ''

Young Siward - Kieran Valentine. It's apparently Kieran's ''next therapy's role''. Apparently, there is a catharsis moment when he die as a pure and brave heart, and by being reborn, the curse of Macbeth will give him luck and incarnate himself as a good person in the eyes of other... Maybe he should already decide if he REALLY want to see a REAL therapist ?

The Three Witches - Toralei, Purrsephone, and Mewlody. There will be chaos, they're here for it... So they are going to cause chaos all over this pathetic place, and then, the three witches will not play and disappear (magically) from the final representation.... Well, if you read all of that thing until now, you have to think about that as the smartest move in all the casting.

Hecate - Kjersti Trollson. She want to be recognized for her multi-tasking and multi-roling in Dungeons and Dragons. She also want to put inside of that her overpowered (lv. 50) magician (godling) character who was refused in that same game, AND NOTHING WILL STOP HER.

Three Murderers - Neighthan Rot, Sirena Von Boo, Avea Trotter. The first will kill you accidentally, whatever.

The second will don't remember that she have killed you because even her concept of death is weird. Even before, his her concept of therapy...

The last will absolutly undertake the killing and be proud of it, because you will accuse the two other of murder, and she need to be part of all their shit : real or not, their hybners in crime, at some degrees.

THIS SECTION IS CURSED

The Apparitions - (Insert any Canon ghost name... No, not you're OC or Y/N). There is ghosts at Monster High, you know ? This the largest species's poll in all the present, past, and future characters. Even species that are ambiguously or aren't litteral ghosts, ARE ghosts. We are haunted by ghosts. We are cursed by GHOST. So yes, there is GHOSTS in this play....

The Doctors - The Nurses of Monster High. Yes, not even a joke. Mr. Where is scared that all of this will make him responsible for some very cursely cursed... accidents (the Scottish PLAY !!!). So he's doing like every responsible teachers at Monster High since the symbolic disappearance of Robecca Steam : always some money on the side for the table... for the Lawyer !

Other Roles - Again, innocent and tortured souls, despite all this madness and the word of the cursed Deus Ex-Machina, honor Shakespeare until their last breath (which will be for soon, I fear...). But Mr. Where hold all the money for his lawyer, so yeah, no Backgrounder... :-(

THE LESS THAN FORGOTTEN OTHERS (CURSES)

Technician and special effects – Invisi Billy. He is pistoned. Guess why ?

Prompter - Spelldon Cauldronello. There is a good reason why he was enrolled at the instant. He know cleansing ritual... But he's only understanding now that this is actually ''curse cleansing ritual'', and not ''skin cleansing ritual'', the second ''magical secret'' of the descendants of Circe.

Deus Ex-Machina - De Nile bodyguards and Ramses De Nile. Mr. Where, and all the other students, doesn't understand what's actually happening. Deuce start to understand with the slowest metaphore of ''SHIT''.... It's a De Nile's thing.

How he will explain to Mom-Dusa at this point ?

EPILOGUE – No one will understand what possibly happened on these cursed grounds, for the name of the Scottish Play shall never be uttered (as per by Mr. Where's point of view after that, I guess). But, we can easily say, If we shadow had offended, that Monster High was cursed for another year.... But nobody will care, because, seriously, this is what happen EVERYTIME !

Don't forget to perform you're cleansing ritual, you all ! And thank for reading !

[mediocres-writing-blog]

Mortal Kombat: The Requiem Mirror; Chapter 3: Final Round

As Valthor's command echoes through the coliseum, the fighters in the semi-final round spring into action. Cassie, Kung Jin, Takeda, Jacqui, Robin, and the remaining contestants face their opponents with determination, knowing that their only way out of this predicament is to emerge victorious in these battles. The stakes are higher than ever, and the fights are intense. The battles begin, as the Kombat Kids are facing off against some of the Realms real strongest fighters. cut to Billie, who is slaying, figuratively and literally. As she takes down her opponents one by one, she can't help but think of her friends and the perilous situation they all find themselves in. As the final round is about to be announced, the S.F. and B.D. burst in through a blown up wall. Johnny Cage, Kano, Skarlet, Tremor, and the other fighters stand ready, weapons in hand. The combination of forces is an unexpected turn of events, and it's unclear how the fighters in the coliseum will react to this intrusion. The stage is set for an explosive showdown in the final round of the tournament, as alliances form and tensions rise.

Valthor: Well, this is interesting, but not scripted. Guards?

Guard 1: Yes, lord.

and the guards begin fighting the S.F., while the Kombat Kids and Billie try to escape through the wall. Several undead minions stand in their way of the escape ticket, and Robin and Siris exchange some witty back and forth banter while fighting off these monstrous heathens.

Robin: (dodging an attack) You know, I always thought a date would involve something less...dead.

Siris: (parrying an attack) Well, you never know what life's got in store for you. Sometimes, you end up in a realm full of zombies.

Robin: (Throwing his daggers) Touche, Siris. But hey, at least it's not boring.

Siris: (disarming an undead minion) True. It's not every day you get to slay the undead with a guy from another world.

suddenly, Valthor gets up from his throne atop the coliseum.

Valthor: You want something done right, you've got to do it yourself.

The Kombat Kids, Billie, the Special Forces, and the Black Dragon members realize that the situation has taken a more dangerous turn. One of his minions comes to him, giving him an almost fully complete mirror, nearly fully refilling his power.

Valthor: (maniacly laughing) The power of the Amethyst Mirror, in the palm of my hand. You won't leave this realm, and I'll make sure of it! ...Wait a second, its missing one piece... Where's the last piece?

the caped crusader hanged on the wall behind the dark lord, pulling the one piece out from his feathered neck piece. Valthor, now incredibly frustrated, proceeds to fire energy blasts at Red Robin, which he dodges by jumping around the sides of the coliseum.

Valthor: Come down here, and DIE like a MAN!

Robin: I suppose I can't convince you to come up here and fight like a bird?

As Red Robin taunts Valthor and keeps dodging his attacks, the tension in the coliseum grows. The heroes, villains, and guards continue their battle against each other and the undead minions. Valthor's frustration is evident as he desperately tries to regain the final piece of the Amethyst Mirror from the caped crusader.

Robin: (mocking) You really have a thing for dramatic showdowns, don't you, Valthor?

Valthor: (furious) I'll show you the true extent of my power!

Robin: You want this? Come and get it.

their battle rages on, as our other heroes, including Siris, come back to fight at the masked vigilante's side. As the battle continues, Red Robin's taunting seems to have provoked Valthor further. The dark lord becomes more aggressive in his attacks, firing powerful energy blasts and using his shadowy powers to try and defeat the heroes and reclaim the final piece of the Amethyst Mirror.

Vlathor: Why don't you take this seriously!?

Robin: 'Cause thats what you want, isn't it, Ow the Edge? I'm not giving up, and I'm not giving you a serious fight, nor this shard!

Siris, Cassie, Kung Jin, Takeda, and the others join the fight, standing beside Red Robin. Together, they put up a fierce resistance against Valthor's forces, making it increasingly difficult for him to achieve the last piece. The Special Forces open a portal back to Earthrealm, providing an escape route for themselves and the Black Dragon members as they continue to battle Valthor. With the portal established, they signal to their allies that it's time to retreat, as our heroes strategic withdrawal, they head off to the portal, with Valthor in tow.

Valthor: I will not be defeated... by such puny mortals!

Cassie: Yes you did.

Cassie's well-aimed Shadow Kick connects with Valthor's cranium, sending him flying out of the coliseum and back into the dark realm. With their enemies momentarily defeated, the heroes make their escape back to Earthrealm, taking the final shard of the Amethyst Mirror with them. Trying to find a way to rid themselves of the artefact, Johnny gets the brilliant idea to send it to Lord Raiden and Fujin, defenders of Earthrealm, in the Sky Temple to dispose of the artefact. Returning to their base, Kano, Skarlet, Billie, and the Black Dragon clan can regroup and plan their next moves. They must ensure the safety of their organization and make preparations for any future challenges. With their daughter, Billie, safely back with them, they can focus on their objectives and deal with any remaining threats to their organization. It's essential for them to maintain their vigilance and be ready for any developments in the ongoing conflict.

Johnny, realizing the B.D. left: (sigh) Some things never change... How'll I explain this to Sonya?

The actor says, as the camera fades into the evening.

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 2nd October

Ooh, we're almost back in this blog's "real time"! And with two pretty icky songs about birds, to boot. Still, I do quite enjoy it when we match up, on the dates. And this week's songs are definitely interesting. Not good, per se. But interesting, for sure.

Mad Passionate Love - Bernard Bresslaw (peaked at Number 6)

Bernard Bresslaw is a figure I've already seen - he was one of the voices on the theme from the Army Game. And indeed, he seems to be primarily known as a comic actor. In particular, he was involved in a bunch of the Carry On films. So I've not got massively high expectations for this song, and to be fair, as long as you go in knowing it's a novelty number, it's not that bad. As "comedy" records go, it's definitely one of the more listenable ones, and is refreshingly devoid of links to films or TV shows that I haven't seen. Meaning that it can just stand on its own merits, such as they are.

Not that Bernard's helping himself - he was apparently known for his thick Cockney accent, and he really hams it up here, while also going for a deliberately slow and plodding delivery, the result of which is a record that can be said, quite charitably, to make him sound kind of dim. Also a bit glum, which is a shame.

I don't think the choice of lyrics improves matters, either. We've got a situation where Bernard is watching a young couple down at the park, singing about how they was making mad, passionate love. A quick dive into the history of "making love" suggests that by the 1950s, the modern meaning was there, but also that people would have still been aware of the older definition of "making love" as simply flirting. And I'm willing to bet, given its billing as a comedy record, that Bernard's deliberately playing around with the ambiguity of it all. Is this just about two young lovebirds flirting, or are they out in the park doing something more risqué? I get it, it's supposed to be funny. But also, it does mean that Bernard comes off more than a little weird and voyeuristic, here, a sort of Peeping Tom figure. Or perhaps that's just me reading into it? I don't like it, either way.

I also dislike the extended "lovebirds" metaphor we get, with lines about how there in the park they was happy as a lark, about how they were billing and cooing, or about how we'll feather our love nest. There's something really sickening about it. And frankly, there's nothing less appealing to me than the idea of two people "billing and cooing" over each other. It genuinely makes me want to throw up a little in my mouth, for reasons I can't quite place.

It does give us a chance to have these pitched-up tweety bird noises. Which is the same "chipmunk voice" we've already seen with Ross Bagdasarian and Witch Doctor, which really didn't come out that long ago. So it's kind of a trendy sound, and interesting to see how it's filtered into British comedy records. Unfortunately our "bird" characters seem to just be there to laugh irritatingly at poor Bernard. Maybe that's why he seems so down in the dumps?

Bird Dog - The Everly Brothers (2)

From one bird, to another. Or rather, a "bird dog", which, just like Bernard's lovebirds, is more of a metaphorical thing than an actual animal. No less gross, though. But we'll get there.

The song here starts with a solid guitar intro, a proper hook. And as the song gets going, we get into a genuinely quite cool groove, with the Everlys singing the verse's main lines in harmony, followed by a spoken word echo, quite deadpan, commenting on their lyrics. I have no idea if it's one of the Everlys doing the echo or somebody else, but it's fun, plus we get this repeated thumpy riff between the lines that sets it off really well. It's kind of a variant on the classic "shave and a haircut" rhythm, and it's effective at giving the song oomph and vigour. So yeah, musically I like this song a lot.

Lyrically, I'm less of a fan. Because it's just gross, okay? The song's about a mysterious "Johnny" who exists as a sort of paradox. He's a sweet-talking, chill joker (he's a bird) but he's also a notorious flirt (he's a dog). And so the Everlys conclude that Johnny is a joker that's a-tryin' to steal my baby (he's a bird dog). That all, on its own, wouldn't be too bad, but then we get into all this possessive, kind of predatory stuff, all hey, bird dog, get away from my quail, and bird dog, you better find a chicken little of your own. So yeah, a real winner of a metaphor there, already, "girlfriend as quarry to be hunted". Charming and not at all gross.

And then even worse, we get into lines about how Johnny kissed the teacher (he's a bird). Which is problematic and messed up on so many levels, especially as we learn about how well he's the teacher's pet now (he's a dog) and how he's leveraging it to get the teacher to make him sit next to the girls he's after. There's so much wrong with that, as a situation, and not in a fun "what a lovable rogue" way. Like, I get that the Everlys are complaining about this kind of behaviour, but I don't know, there's just something a bit too slyly approving and supposedly "funny" about the he's a dog lines, and I really don't like it. It makes for a songthat leaves me feeling a bit icky, at the end of the day. So yeah, not a fan.

I didn't sit down today and expect to be listening to two different gross and broadly "comedic" songs about birds. But sometimes the charts do this to you. Bernard's number was just straightforwardly not great, but I honestly have a much harder time explaining why I dislike Bird Dog so viscerall. Either way, I didn't like either of them, and certainly didn't rate them highly enough to name them a favourite, this week. So have a different ranking instead.

Marginally least unpleasant song of the bird-obssessed buch: Bird Dog

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Commentary for NCT Life Mini?

Some of these videos were seen in my post for NCT Nimdle so I won't cover those again.

NCT Life Mini "Music Game"

Winwin getting excited and worked up over the game :3

The excessive rewinding and replaying is kind of annoying v.v

Jaehyun letting Chenle take Chewing Gum :3 Chenle was REALLY baby back then.

I've seen clips from this because of the Jaewin brainrot but Winwin and Jaehyun are kind of touchy :3c

More Dreamies join the game :3 (Jisung)

Jaehyun totally just guessed DBSK Mirotic

Even more Dreamies join the fray (this time Jeno and Haechan)

I'm not sure who the judge is (MC Ari?) but he seems like someone that the Neos know and can joke around with

Winwin fighting Jaehyun to answer :3 He isn't good at games so just let him have this one haha

Chenle's good at this. He was super competitive even at that age XD

Leave me alone

They've all moved closer to the bell. Getting even more competitive heh.

Yayaya yayaya~

High key thought Chenle won this XD I underestimated Doyoung

Jaehyun's always leaning into Winwin I can't stand them DX

NCT Life Mini "Initials Game"

Chenle screaming in glee already a thing

Markren fighting to the death

I'd seen clips from this because Winwin and Renjun were being affectionate. But I also noticed Renjun linking his arm with Mark :3

Renjun false start!

Guys from the back row now move up

Renwin :3

Taeyong and Doyoung (both Korean) struggling with b-b-b ^^;;

Jaehyun dropping a hint

They're now doing the game another way where they line up to say their answer which is way more civilized and less chaotic

Winwin waiting patiently on the floor :3

Omg MC is so strict, no second chances. So Jaehyun just stole Haechan's second answer TAT

Winwin so eager to put up Renjun's hand

I think the MC was probably mulling over yakiniku because it's a Japanese word

Winwin put his hand up by accident ^^;;

So Haechan is the winner!

170425 NCT 127 in Vietnam

Taeil all cuddled up to Mark

Ahhh yes I've seen this interview between Doyoung and Winwin. Winwin is comfortable teasing Doyoung :P Then Doyoung asks for something nice and Winwin soullessly says I love you XD Very Winwin fashion.

NCT LIFE Mini Behind - Inkigayo Backstage

Johnny cam

Winwin wearing one of those really big overbearing fur coats over a basketball (?) jersey

Was Taeil giving a lecture to Jaehyun, WInwin, and Mark? Is that why he got embarrassed about being filmed?

Winwin was clingy to Taeil :3

Omg Johnny is wearing the Arizona Coyotes Kachina jersey

Winwin took the big overbearing fur coat off

More clingy Jaewin

NCT LIFE MINI BEHIND - Mini Fanmeeting

Winwin inspection, first nostrils then ears :P They talked about Winwin's asymmetrical ears that make him half elf.

Meanwhile Mark has his super soft foldable ears

Jaehyun's belly button and Doyoung's calf will remain secrets

Haechan/Doyoung shenanigans

LMAO the guys get down low to exaggerate Johnny's height XD

I have also seen this Haechan/Winwin clip where Haechan wants to kiss Winwin's neck and also wants Winwin to kiss his neck ^^;; It goes about how you think it does

Why was Winwin wearing a harness over his suit when he was coming out of the hall

NCT LIFE MINI GAME "Seochon Date" with NCT DREAM

Haechan and Chenle winning every round. Good at games vs competitive.

Make Jisung do Haechan's punishment ^^;;

Why isn't the camera showing the bottles when they're being flipped -_-

Somehow, Jisung succeeded XD Against all odds

The others trying to sajiao their way into another chance

Everyone but Haechan succeeds XD

170410 NCT DREAM's Seafood Restaurant Food Broadcast

Chenle and Jeno still singing the Ppukku song

Even back then in the baby days Jisung was groaning over Mark's dad jokes

They're all holding the camera at a funny angle and it kind of looks like a fish eye lens at times

Squish

Jisung very bravely tackles the raw octopus (that is moving)

He got a bit grossed out when he ate it lol (presumably because the octopus was still moving)

170413 NCT DREAM's Rest Stop Food Broadcast

When Jaemin is not there, Haechan, Chenle, and Jisung are maknae line ^^;;

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Can I request 18 for Johnny x Reader?

Reader was going through a sad thing (you're free to choose what it may be) so she hid away, but Johnny finds her and comforts her and stuff like that

Hidden Away

Prompt 18 - “You know, you're quite hard to find.”

Johnny Depp x Reader

Words - 831

Notes - I feel this is longer than some of my more recent stuff, but that's probably because I actually had time to write. I hope you enjoy. :)

Photo Credit To Owner

You and Johnny have been dating for some time. You always seem to understand each other. Whenever either of you have a problem with anything you always work it out. Whether you're annoyed with each other or something happens at one of your works and the other person just helps them work it out. However, Johnny hasn’t been home much lately and you haven't been talking to him much. Your work has a lot going on right now as well so it almost works out, neither of you feel as bad for not being home much. However, just today you learned you were to be in charge of a new project at your work, on top of being the head of your division. You now have double the work and you can hardly keep up with all of it.

After a month of all the stress of work, without Johnny there, and the ongoing struggles of life in general, you finally cave. One night while Johnny is home you're working on some work stuff in the dining room, while Johnny is sitting across from you reading. You’ve been working for hours and can already tell you're going to break down if you keep going any longer. You stand and walk through the open arch towards the kitchen. You turn and rush up the stairs before shutting yourself in the closet of your art room, which you purposefully left pillows and blankets in for this reason. You can’t hold it in anymore and you break down. Not just crying, you're bawling your eyes out, the water pouring from your eyes is dripping on your legs, and you can’t contain the sniffles that follow.

It’s been 20 minutes, and she hasn’t come back. Johnny thought you were just running to the bathroom or grabbing something for your work. Maybe you decided to take a shower, or head to bed? But you would have told him, wouldn’t you. He decides to go upstairs and look. He first checks the bedroom, then your shared bathroom, then the huge walk in closet. He checks behind your clothes and behind his. He checks in the guest bathroom, then the guest bedroom. He checks the hallway closet, and your shared office. He makes it down to your art room. The last place up stairs. He slowly opens the door, calling out your name. He looks around, getting distracted by all of your art hanging on the walls. He hasn’t been in your art room in what feels like forever. He looks at all the different colors and shapes. All the scattered paints and chalks. He sees the potter's wheel he got you last christmas in the corner, with a wrapped project on the table next to it. He is pulled back into reality hearing a sniffle from the wall behind him. He turns around to see the closet next to the door he came in. He calls out your name again, walking towards the closet.

“My love, tell me what is wrong, please?” He opens the door and looks down to see you huddled up in a fluffy blanket surrounded by pillows.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You say, snuggling in closer to the pillows, as if you could disappear right into them.

“Please, I wish you would have told me you weren't ok, how long has this been going on?” He questions you. He sits, leaning against the frame of the closet. 

“A month.” you mumble, looking at him over your shoulder.

“What? Darling, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to bother you, you're so happy working on your movie.”

“No, I don't ever want you to think you can't tell me something.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Your tears have slowed and you turn to face him.

“I want you to tell me everything, and don’t summarize, I want to know every little detail.” He holds your face in his hands, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Now, let's get you in a nice warm bath. We can talk about it then.”

Johnny starts the bath for you while you undress and grab your favorite candle and a speaker. You play some background music and light your candle, slipping into the warm water. It’s one of those perfect baths that completely relaxes you.

“You know, you're quite hard to find.” Johnny states, rubbing your back in soothing motions.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hide.” 

“I know, now tell me everything.”

You go on to tell him everything that has been happening. He sits and listens, giving encouraging words and small kisses here and there. 

After you finish your bath, you decide to distract yourself by doing some art. Johnny decides to join you. He paints in your art room with you while you work on your pottery. After, you both lay down, tired from the hours of talking and art you just did. You fall peacefully asleep in his arms, ready for tomorrow. 

Are you joking!? Seriously, I just want to thank you all so much for all of these follows. I love writing for everyone and I hope you all enjoy my writing. 100 followers is my first step and I'm so glad we made it. In honor of this I have a couple things planned.

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Hear me out Sarah Screams,Johnny spirt, and Operetta listening to music on a record player

This was more meant to be a character design challenge, but now that I have their designs down, maybe I'll revisit your idea! As for now though, here's Scarah And Johnny!

I'm gonna put this under a read more because in turned into a lot.

For Scarah I tried to lean a lot more into the 60's mod fashion for her, and tried to limit the olive green in her clothes (I always though it was kind of an odd choice)

I don't really ship her with Invisibilly. They always seemed to be together out of convenience rather than actual attraction. Scarah isn't really into the dating scene, but she does have a not-so-slight crush on her beastie Iris, and can't stand seeing her with that meathead Manny Taur.

She's very studious, and tutors the underclassmen at Monster High. As such she becomes quite close with Twyla, and the two bond over their introverted natures, though Scarah does want to break out of her shell a bit. She learned telepathy so her peers wouldn't freak out whenever she opened her mouth, but somehow the rumor spread that she could actually read minds, so a lot of her classmates still avoid her anyway. (Huh, wonder who spread that rumor...)

Regardless she still has her beasties Iris and Hoodude to depend on.

Now onto Johnny

Dude is a super loner. It could have something to do with spending so long in detention, though rumor has it that he was always that way. The only monster he seems to genuinely enjoy spending time with is Operetta. Anyone else, he'll only hang around to get something out of them. (He'll tolerate Heath for a few moments if he forgot his lighter at home)

That cigarette does nothing for him. He only smokes them to look cool. He'll tell anyone who asks that he died from lung cancer and then blow smoke directly in their face. No one knows if its true or not, dude lies all the time.

Everyone refers to him as "Johnny Spirit". Operetta is the only one who just calls him "Johnny".

I don't know why, but I feel like he and Romulus would have beef. For whatever reason they just don't vibe, and everybody around school is just waiting for them to brawl. As a proud pack leader, Romulus hates how much of a lone wolf Johnny is, and Johnny just doesn't respect his supposed role whatsoever.

He also finds Spectra incredibly annoying, as she's always trying to dig into his business. He has a mild respect for Toralei, but rejects any of her efforts to become friends. Other than Operetta, Invisibilly is the only other monster he regards as something close to a friend. He finds his pranks entertaining and will try to get in on them from time to time.

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Caught At Midnight [1/1 | One-Shot]

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Reader || Friends to Lovers

Content Tag(s): General Audience, Slight Hurt, Fluff, Romance,

Summary: For several years you have been getting random gifts on your birthday. Four of those years you’ve tried to stay up but it seems as if they always knew when you’d pull that and drop it off just seconds before you settled in at the window... All you can say that fate played their cards.

A/N: Shorter and not as paced as I wanted it but its alright! Also I dunno if I really like tumblr format || RB WELCOMED! <3

Prefer Ao3? Read it there (too)!

“You excited for tonight?”

Stephanie asked, settling at the edge of the desk you were relaxing at. There wasn't anything on schedule today so it was either catch up with paperwork or do anything but that. “Excited for what exactly?” Your question made your friend shake her head with a lazy scoff, obviously annoyed with your nonchalant attitude towards ‘a special day.’

“You know what. I know you don't like telling people but you really might enjoy a time out with us. Even if it's just once.”

You sigh as you pull yourself off of the table, leaning back to relax into the foam. The chair twisting side to side with the push of your feet. “I appreciate the offer, I always do, but I don't see myself partying tonight…”

“Trying to catch your secret admirer again?”

The room fell silent at her words, your attention casting elsewhere in this look of — shame(?)... You weren't sure how to feel exactly, it was conflicting. For several years, just before midnight on the night of your birthday, a knock or ring comes at your door. Always at 11:59, always… The only time it was off was when they dropped it off early, which was the same year you were staying up to catch them.

“I didn't mean it in a way to offend you.” Stephanie’s voice grew soft, hands beginning to pick at the peeling paint. The two of you would have to repaint it soon, perhaps add some more personal decals. “I know you're determined to figure it out—”

“So why don't you tell me who it is already?” You interrupt, your tone harsh to a point it leaves a sting…

It made more silence fall over the two of you, your body forcing a squint to avoid lashing out further. That was out of line… But, unlike Stephanie, the secret admirer wasn't so secret. She confessed such knowledge during the fourth year of the occurrence, saying she actually ran into them while going to check on you. Of course, a promise of silence was tied between the two, leaving you even more frustrated.

You enjoy the gifts and all but you starve for something else; like an actual relationship. After all, you can't just keep waiting and it doesn't morally feel right to date while this person, obviously heads over heels for you, exists.

“I promised not to tell, I also promise that he’s not a creep.”

Stephanie smiled, earning an eventual soft one from you. The two of you eventually stand up to slip out of the office, bodies slightly pushed together in this silent support. “And what if he is? Or what if I start dating someone? What happens to em’ then?”

“We both know you’re nicer than that, you wouldn't even look in another guy’s direction while Mr. Admirer is a thing.” She pushed you with her hip, breaking an airy chuckle out of you. “How do you know that for sure?”

“Who are we talking about?” Steve-O jumps out from another office, nearly pulling the two of you to the ground as he throws his arms around your shoulders. You’d probably shove the person off if it was someone else but c’mon, it's Steve-O! Everyone has a soft spot for him.

“Can I tell him?”

“Tell me what?”

“I don’t think that's a smart idea.” You mumble, holding onto Stephen’s wrist to keep yourself balanced. Your varying heights didn't help much in this situation.

Stephanie and you started to ‘bicker’, the occasional comment from Stephen of questions going somewhat ignored. It's not that you didn't trust him with this information but if you tell him you're gonna have to tell EVERYONE. It's the unsaid-official rule of the group. Sorta. Eh… They all just like being part of the gossip. Nosey boys.

“What are we talking about?” Ehren dropped in, Dave and Pontius trailing close. Their interest made you audibly groan, your body shimming out of the circle. “Nothing! I'm going home now, goodnight!”

…

“What was that about?” Chris frowns at your rushed exit, they didn't even get to ask if you wanted to go to the bar with them tonight! “Like they said, nothing. Also, has anyone seen Johnny?” Stephanie pulled Stephen off.

“He left early, and said he had to get some stuff... He’s usually busy on this day of the month.” Ehren mumbled, sorta raising his brows with a heavy shrug.

——

You settled on the couch in the living room, sipping on a cup of hot chocolate. Your phone buzzing interrupted your thoughts.

‘You staying up again?’ - 11:30

Johnny.

Like Stephanie, he knows today is your birthday. He also knows all about the secret admirer. Practically the person you go to rant to as well.

‘I don't know. I don't know if I even want the gift.’ - 11:30

You send the text before getting up, the couch no longer feeling comfortable. Maybe you should celebrate your birthday with everyone this year. It is kinda late but knowing how they are? The party could last for days.

‘What? What happened?’ – 11:31

His text made you sigh. Many things you suppose. Mostly the part where you don't want this to be a thing forever. Whoever it is can step forward so the two of you could talk! Have a relationship.

‘I want something more than the gifts and letters. I want them to know I also have been kinda crushing over someone for a bit. Don't want them to get mad because of that... I can't believe Stephanie won't tell me.’ – 11:32

After that text, you tuck your phone away, stuffing it uncomfortably in your stupid jean pockets. Like really, c’mon. Why did people suddenly think that ‘Women’ Jeans need little ass pockets? You could barely put your car keys in! Car keys! The thought made you roll your eyes at yourself as you picked up an envelope.

JOHNNY POV.

He felt his heart drop at the text. His eyebrows knit together as his eyes rake over the text again, and again. All of his anxiety had suddenly poured out, his body turning fidgety as his fingers hover over the keyboard. What should he say? What is there to say? You have a crush on someone? For how long? Or well, who is the better question.

Who’s your cru|

Johnny frowned at the text, his thumb making circular motions in the air. He shouldn't ask- right? Mostly because he didn't want to know… He's such an idiot, after all this time he lost his chance because he was too scared. No… He has to, cope. He has to be happy for you.

He rewrote the text before sending it. He no longer cared for where he stood, too focused on whatever you respond with.

YOUR POV.

‘Who’s the lucky guy?’ - 11:48

You stared at the time stamp for a little longer before focusing on the text. Your fingers move across the board as you walk down the hall. The smile that pulled on your lips made you want to giggle, the text you typed out making it no better.

You, of course. |

— Was what had been written, only being deleted as fast as it was typed. It was a bit cliche to text your confession to him, it's something you wanna do in person. There's a chance he might not reciprocate and hey, that's okay. It's totally not like he hasn't been your crush for nearly your whole time of knowing him… Aha.. Hah…

Your long crush made you pursue your lips. It's Johnny Knoxville, of course, he’ll say no. He might not want to make it weird between you two either. I mean, you've been friends since he arrived in Los Angeles. There are so many things to truly adore about him. His mannerisms and personality are magnetic, his smile is the cherry on top.

‘And why would I tell you?’ - 11:50

The tease made you smile, your phone going into your back pocket as you unlocked your door. Opening it to drop off the note.

——

It felt like time froze.

Your hand is still tight on the doorknob while Johnny stands on your steps, staring at you like a deer. The night's air suddenly grew heavy, practically toxic as you try to talk. Only to leave you looking like a fish out of water.

He’s standing there.

Johnny, is standing there with that signature basket in his left hand, phone in the other. The basket filled with the candies you usually gushed over along with some other things… It looks like there's even a stuffed animal in there that you were talking about getting forever ago—... He buys those gifts every time he's with you- he... Johnny is your secret admirer.

“I– I’m sorry-” His tone was breathless, his breathing harsh as he was fighting to get those words out. Out of all the years he's caught- it's the year you confess you have a crush. He has no chance of even getting with you if you have eyes for someone else... Dammit- dammit. “I’ll uh.” Johnny swallowed the lump of fear, only for it to bob back up. “Leave-”

He nearly ate it while going down the stairs. His feet stumble as he breaks into a speed walk.

“Wait, Johnny-”

You gasp out, disowning the letter to rush after him. Your hand reached out. Seeing you do that made you scared. You were petrified, thinking he’d slip past just enough. He’ll get away from you, slip past your fingers.

“Johnny.”

You manage to get your arms around him, forcing everything to a stop. Your hands clung onto his chest, your own against his back. It was quiet as you two stood there. Your hands feeling the way his heart cried and he feeling the way yours wept. The way your bodies trembled— it felt like an earthquake. Your emotions overwhelmed and starved making you want to cry and him to hide in the dark.

“Don’t run away from me… Not after all these years.”

Johnny closed his eyes, fighting the tears. He wasn't sure what they were for. Hurt? Embarrassment? Anger? Not at you- but himself. Feeling the way your hands pressed against his chest only made it worse, but he didn't have the willpower to pull away. When you started to move in front of him— he just wanted to hold you and whisper about everytime he fell in love with you.

“Please look at me.”

Your wish, he guaranteed.

His eyes were sad, filled with a shadow of these millions of fears and secrets. One of said secrets had slipped out and ruined his whole composure. But who are you to care? That’s the meaning of a relationship, to have someone. A companion willing to be there for you at your worst.

“Why didn’t you tell me?… I’ve been waiting all these years, PJ.”

His head dropped at his name. He couldn’t help but wrap a hand around your forearm, his weight shifting forward to rest his forehead against your shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to. Always. But I couldn't… I was scared you’d hate me.”

“Why would I hate you?-”

“Because you're better than me. Everything about you is better than me…” You held his face now, his eyes cast down to avoid your eye contact. But he appreciated the warmth, he did. “I hated seeing you with other guys but because of the secret admirer stuff you didn't move on— but I was too late because I was a wimp.”

A smile, elegant and warm painted your features. His eyes, like a puppy’s, looked up at you in confusion. “Johnny Knoxville.”

“Yes?”

“That's it. Johnny Knoxville, that's my crush… You've been my crush forever.”

You tilt your head, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. You could feel the prickles of an incoming stubble. “Gosh, I never thought you’d be so shy towards someone you like. And I should've known you were my secret admirer. I haven't told anyone except you and Stephanie my birthday.”

Johnny felt a relieving sigh escape. His hand slipped up your arm and soothing at the nape of your neck. The two of you stared at each other for who knows how long. But, no complaints. It was amazing to finally confess, to finally breathe with the one you love.

“Let’s go inside and celebrate together, okay?”

You whisper, lips hovering over his own.

“Okay.”

A kiss joined. Your lips fit with smiles. You have each other now, and you don't think either of you will be letting go anytime soon…

————

Stephanie hopped down the steps of the porch, a new envelope in hand. A smile, wide and excited had been glued onto her lips. She’s been Johnny’s driver this whole time, usually his lookout too but she was tired of her friends being lovesick. She could say she did amazing.

It was only when she got home and opened the letter that she was even happier. It was a confession letter, telling the secret admirer which you didn't know about at the time about Johnny. Or as she’d like to put it, a love letter.

One she’ll read at your wedding.