#how johnny leans away vs leans in :')

[raviposting]

COBRA KAI: 4x08 | 6x08 I wanna be a father to you...I just really suck at it. | Hey, I'm just trying to help.

[rememberwren]

Pianist! Reader ft. Ghost "what the fuck is that infernal racket" (it's Reader practising Rimsy-Korsakoff) and Soap "play Flower of Scotland!!! Play Scotland the Brave!!!!!!" and Gaz "I have good fingers, can you teach me"

The only one who behaves is Price and that's because he's busy trying to find reader to fuck them on top of the bloody piano. Yes yes, he'll pay for another if it breaks or something

I just made a post the other day about Simon’s hand size vs. Johnny’s but the piano is so hand-focused (and I’m such a slut for hands) it’s hard not to think of it.

I see this piano being in a bar, and while playing it usually isn’t in your job description, everyone including the owner knows you’ve got the training to put on a little show during slow nights or special occasions (like that year there was a snowstorm on Christmas Eve and you made a grown man cry with your rendition of O Holy Night).

The 141 are the only newcomers in the bar, and the night is incredibly slow. You play one little tune as you pass the piano, pecking at the keys with a single finger, and it’s enough to attract their attention.

Johnny and Kyle crowd around the piano flirting obscenely with you (almost as much as they’re flirting with each other). They ask you to play something, so you do. Half the time your eyes are on the keys but the other half of the time they’re watching the large man who’s refused to leave the booth, the mask over his mouth doing nothing to disguise the way he’s watching your hands.

“Can you teach me?” Kyle asks, leaning against the piano lightly. “I’ve been told I have very good hands.”

You ignore that for the bait it is and shift over. “Depends. What’s your hand span?”

“My what?” he asks, laughing, sitting on the bench beside you.

“Your hand span! From your thumb to your pinky, how far can you reach on the piano.” You demonstrate, dextrous enough to span a ninth. Genetics keep you from reaching any further. It doesn’t bother you; Chopin could only reach a ninth after all.

Kyle’s hands can stretch to a tenth. Johnny insists on having his turn next, and the both of them begin arguing over whose hands are larger and more dextrous. They might as well have their dicks out, you think, rolling your eyes.

You stand and get back to your duties, leaving them to you with the piano a while longer. You’re busy pouring drinks when a sound rings out that catches your attention, clear as a bell over the quiet din of the bar. Your head snaps to the piano.

The man in the mask stands there—fingers easily spanning a twelfth.

Your mouth goes dry, imaging the size difference if you were to hold your hands up palm to palm. Satisfied, he turns away from the piano and accidentally catches your eye. He raises both his brows once in a jaunty little motion before sitting back down at the booth with his friends, something about his slumped posture registering as distinctly smug.

Rightfully so. You’re scrambling for a napkin to write your number on, that note still ringing in your ears.

[honeyjars-sims]

Part 2 Prologue #2: Goatzilla vs. The Influencer

In addition to the chickens, Gail and Ellie bought a mini goat. Since I’ve been helping out a lot with the animals, they said I could name her. I went with Goatzilla–"Zilla" for short. She’s a big hit with the kids in the community, and even Taco seems to like her. 

I’m taking care of Zilla when I spot two of my neighbors near the greenhouse. I’ve seen them around but we haven’t officially met. Judging by their resemblance to one another, I assume they’re sisters and they appear to be around my age.

The blonde one is dressed for the hot weather in a crop top and skirt, but she doesn’t look ready for outdoor labor. She has a full face of makeup, long nails, and her clothes are clean and freshly ironed. The brunette looks more in place in ripped jeans and boots, both lightly dusted with dirt.

She’s holding a pink glittery cell phone in her hands that I can only assume belongs to her sister.

“Okay, I want it to look casual, like you just happened to catch me looking this way,” the blonde tells her while striking a pose I’m sure I’ve seen on Simsta somewhere. 

“I’m pretty sure people will know that it’s staged,” her sister complains.

“Oh my God, just take the picture, Glynnis!”

Glynnis sighs and holds up the phone just as Zilla scurries towards her sister’s skirt, which apparently looks like something good to much on.

“AHH,” the blonde screams. “He’s eating my CLOTHES!” 

I shoo Zilla away as the girls sit down on a nearby wooden swing. 

“She,” I correct the blonde. “Zilla is a girl. Sorry she ruined your photoshoot. And your skirt.”

“It’s fine,” Glynnis tells me. “I told her she shouldn’t have photoshoots near the animal pen if she doesn’t want to get dirty.”

“I think my skirt’s okay,” the blonde says as she smooths it out. She looks up at me. “I’m Hollis. I think I’ve seen you around. And this is my sister, Glynnis.”

“Nice to meet you both. I’m Johnny. And I guess you’re acquainted with Zilla.”

Hollis laughs. “I’ll say! You live with that hot Tartosan guy, right?”

“Uh yeah, that’s Paul,” I tell her.

“Cool. How long have you two been together?” 

I can feel my cheeks getting hot. “Oh, we’re not…together,” I explain. “We’re just roommates.”

“Oh, sorry,” Hollis responds. “I just assumed. Does that mean you're both single then?”

“Hollis, stop,” Glynnis pipes up.

“What? I’m just asking.”

“Yeah, we’re both single,” I tell Hollis. “So, what’s the photoshoot for?”

“Oh, just my Simsta,” she says, waving her hand nonchalantly. “People seem to enjoy the outdoorsy pics. Or at least that’s what the algorithm tells them they like.”

“Ah, yes, the algorithm,” I say, and we nod in solidarity like we’re speaking in a secret code language. Glynnis rolls her eyes.

Taco strolls over and mews loudly at Hollis, excited for the opportunity to receive attention from a new person. Hollis leans down to pet her.

“What a cute baby,” she says. Taco purrs and jumps into her lap. 

“That’s my cat, Taco,” I tell her. “She’s very affectionate.” Taco mews louder.

“And talkative, too! Ooh, would you mind if I took a few pics with her? Cats always get lots of engagement.”

“That’s cool with me,” I respond. I look at Taco. “Did you hear that? You’re gonna be famous on Simsta!” Taco lets out another big meow and we all laugh at her comedic timing.

Glynnis takes a few snaps of Hollis with Taco, who I have to say killed her first photoshoot. 

“Thanks for letting me borrow your cat,” Hollis says afterward.

“No problem! She’s just happy for the attention. Oh, by the way, my sister and I are having a little get together for our birthday here this weekend. Gail said we can use the seating area by the food truck to set up. Feel free to come by if you’re around.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Hollis says, and Glynnis nods in agreement.

“Cool, see you around!”

“See you!”

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[listofwhyyouloveher]

Johnny and ponyboy (separate) x farmer! Reader who just moved? How would they react to a reader with a southern accent that's really good with animals and surprisingly very strong because of it?

Summary: In which you’ve moved to Tulsa from your farm in the South and meet with Johnny and Ponyboy. Warnings: none Author's Note: writer's block STILL hitting harder than my burnt blinkers 

PONYBOY CURTIS It had been a long day, you were still getting used to your life in Tulsa and all the rules that came with it. Where you were from, there was no soc vs greasers, and to be honest you had no idea where you fit into those categories. You loosely helf a soda bottle in your hand when something caught your eye, it was a weak-looking kid getting pushed around. You wanted to walk away and let nature take its course until one of them pushed him to the ground and pulled out a switchblade. You grumbled and smashed your soda bottle against the ground, alerting the people who quickly ran away, leaving the boy there. He got up to catch his breath when you approached him. “Thanks,” he said shyly, avoiding eye contact. “Welcome,” You said, helping him up. You noticed his eyes widened when he heard your voice. “You’re not from around here, huh?” He said, taking in your thin button up that was too tight around your arms because of the muscle and your worn down jeans. You nodded and he grinned slightly. “What’s your name?” “Y/n, yours?” “Ponyboy,” “Intresting name,” you said, and he chuckled. “Would you like me to show you around?” JOHNNY CADE You were walking back home from exploring the town you’d moved into when you saw a small figure. He was learning over the grass with a couple leaves in his hand. Your curiosity got the better of you and you walked over to him, leaning over him to see what he was doing. He was holding some leaves out to a small rabbit that was hiding in the bushes. “They don’t like those types of leaves,” you said before you could think. He jumped, startled by your sudden arrival. “Sorry,” you apologized, before looking around and snapping off a bunch of grass. You held it out for the bunny to sniff it and it carefully hopped forward to eat. He looked at you in amazement. “Damn, are you like an animal whisperer or something?” He asked, watching as the bunny continued to eat. You laughed, “Somethin’ like that. Used to live on a farm.” “Oh. You're new to Tulsa then?” He asked “Yup. Names Y/n,” You smiled at him, offering your hand for him to shake. “Johnny,” He shook your hand with a pleasant smile, “Quite a grip you got,” He laughed. “Did a lot of hard work back on the farm.” You smiled. “Maybe you can teach me how to do..y’know, this” he pointed at the rabbit. “Sure”

[girlishwhimsies]

unfortunately i have to yap more on the economic divides.

just there are so many implications and complications when it comes to generational wealth vs cycles of poverty. cycles of poverty my beloved in fiction and beloathed in life

i yapped a lot in the tags of my last post so read those too but i will be yapping so much here too!!! the way it affects familial relationships consumes me, two bits father leaves and suddenly now his mom has to go work and she sure as hell can’t get a great job cause she’s a greaser so she probably doesn’t have much education and she’s an asian woman in the 60s!! she’s now a single mom with kids to take care of. so she ends up working as a waitress or something similar and uses that money to scrape by, food stamps were starting to become a thing in the 60s as well so she def used those. and then she has two children. she can’t get them through college and two bit knows he has to step up and be the man of the house and that means finding some way to make money so he has to drop outta school cause he needs to get a job. that’s what greasers do and that’s what was always gonna end up happening to him. the cycle didn’t start with him or end with him but it has to keep going l

ace and steve too. bounced around to different homes, never having one home with a steady flow of income, having to find ways to get through it. ace who didn’t trust any men, especially when money was involved, and only trusted those close to her!!! the cycle of poverty hits them all again as her and her brothers can’t rely on a father to bring in income. god plus the way that poverty creates addicts due to the stress of it all and then addiction further fuels poverty since you have to buy your vices. some addicts can’t hold a steady job which makes it even worse. all cycling in on itself over and over again. and that’s not even mentioning the clear redlining that tilly mentions in her ace backstory (this may even be a whole other post tbh) the town is designed to keep the poor poorer and the rich richer.

johnny who in my mind is clearly food insecure (y’all saw the way that boy snatched that food from dally and hid it away immediately right) never quite sure where he is gonna get food from besides the curtis’s since his parents spend most of the money on alcohol. the anxiety that would bring him and it impacts his story so hard cause he always is at a disadvantage due to that. there is a reason that boy looks so small

dally has always travelled, choosing to steal to get what he needs cause he never stays long enough anywhere to get a full job. he’s been labelled a hood since day one anyway and wouldn’t get a great job anyway cause of his skin color so he decides to lean into it and do what he has to do to get by.

then we have the curtis brothers. who were so close to getting out of tulsa. they were able to try to break the cycle and send darry off to college after he was one of the first to get through high school and make it out just for him to have to come straight back. no matter how hard darry tried he couldn’t ever end it but at least he can try to get pony through school and get him a better job that he can succeed in and love comfortably with

more various thoughts i couldn’t fit into any one greaser story- a lot of the kids were most likely mistakes and/or teen pregnancies that they really couldn’t afford to have but had to go through with it anyway. the cycle of addiction that runs through these families. the parents hopes and dreams of getting out never getting fulfilled. the way race plays into poverty as well

then you have the socs who have all the money they need, who have the opportunity to get out and choose not to take it cause tulsa is a source of pride for them. they benefit from the cycle too even if the kids don’t always realize it. just ugh. the way all of it comes into play with the overarching story

[ohbo-ohno]

quick idea because I had a fucking revelation: Ghoap x Reader Alien AU.

Ghost is an alien, Reader and Johnny are both humans. There’s a full scale invasion that lasts less than an hour because the aliens aren’t killing, only capturing. Ghost is a high ranking general and so gets his pick of the litter, perusing the new supply of humans to be treated as pets. You and everyone else in the ‘auction�� are terrified and sobbing because you were just dragged away from your family and stuffed here when Ghost picks you to be Johnny’s new toy. Johnny’s the pet he’s already had for at least a few months and has a good hold on, but both of them need something more. That’s where you come in, terrified and trying to ask him what’s going on. He’s humanoid and talks to you, but doesn’t tell you directly what he plans to do with you, instead announcing to his colleagues in the auction that he’s chosen you as his new pet. You’re left to panic while he carries you to his room and cuts your clothes off before shoving you in the cage with Johnny.

Just had this thought exactly five minutes ago so idk if it makes sense but woe!!! Brainworms be upon ye!!!!!!

~🦋

i have read. an almost embarrassing amount of "human is taken as an alien's pet" romances. like probably more than a dozen at this point. and yknow what? they're never dark enough! they don't scratch the itch right!! and i keep reading them!!! so who's really the fool yk

anyways. i have a few scattered human johnny/alien ghost thoughts on this blog but idk where they are because my tagging system is abysmal. anyways!!! thoughts below

i really like the idea of soap being a horribly pampered pet who has just totally given up on escaping and really leaned into living like a king vs reader is who damn near feral

i imagine that johnny was a fucking hard pet to train for ghost. which was probably good, he probably had like just retired and wanted a new project, heard about how hard to train humans could be. it took a long time for soap to realize (a) he was never going back to earth and (b) ghost actually wasn't all that bad. turns out living as a super rich alien's prize poodle isn't the worst life

and once he settles, ghost figures he'll get his human a friend. maybe he's spending time away for work or smth, maybe he just wants johnny to have a friend. regardless, he gets himself another human - you.

and you're, understandably, freaked the fuck out. have probably been abducted for like .5 seconds, and here's this fuck-off big alien buying you, treating you entirely like a dog at a pound. you're probably either damn near scared stiff or fighting tooth and nail

you feel better seeing johnny, immediately assume that he'll be able to help you escape. you're scooped up, dropped in his crate, and left alone with him. and... he's not panicked. he's chilling, honestly

he tries to get you to understand that there's really no use in fighting, that you're probably not even in the milky way anymore and you're certainly not getting home. it's easier to just go along with what ghost wants, he explains

cue a few tiring weeks of johnny watching your escape attempts while simon tries desperately to train you

[crazyf0rswayze]

Dallas: I'll Make it Up!!

Can you do dally of when he forgets about a date and forgets about the reader so than she goes to Darry’s house and sees him and they make up aka smut

Warnings: cursing, smut, mentions of being submissive vs dominant.

Y/N POV

It was our monthly date night...and he forgot. How could he forget!? It's the same day every month! The third Friday of the month! I'm all dolled up. A new dress, a different style of makeup and he's a half hour late. He's never ever this late. He forgot. I decide to go over to Darry's house instead to talk to him. We've been friends for a little bit, and that's how I met Dallas. He has always been there to talk to, and he gives pretty good advice. It takes a few minutes to walk over to his house and when I get there....Dallas is having a full blown conversation with Johnny. I wouldn't have an issue with it if it weren't date night. There were three people in the house. Darry, Dally, and Johnny. 

"Hey Y/n, what's up? How are you?" Darry asks from the kitchen. 

"Fine" I mumble and walk over to the counter. I sit on it and Darry just looks at Dallas and then me. 

"What's wrong?" He asks. His brows furrowed with concern.

"Dallas and I were supposed to have a date and he forgot. We had reservations and it's too late now" I say in a whisper. I was looking down at the ground, afraid to meet Darry's eyes thinking I might cry. 

"Go talk to him" Darry replies whispering. 

"No. He's talking to Johnny" I say

"Go say hi or something. Once you guys start talking I'll get out for a bit and bring Johnny with me. I'll meet up with Soda and Pony or something. Ok?" He explains. I'm looking at the floor still, so he leans down so his face blocks my view. He has a nice smile plastered on his face. I chuckle and look back up. Darry smiles again and walks back over to the other side of the kitchen to read the paper. 

"Hey Dal" I say quietly. 

"Hey doll. Why are you all dolled up?" Dallas asks. 

"Hey Johnny. Let's um...let's meet up with the boys for some ice cream" Darry says. 

"Sure! Bye Dallas. I'll see you tomorrow " Johnny says. He waves and walks out the door with Darry.

"Um....Dallas we had a date today. That's why I'm all dolled" I say, not looking in his eyes.

DALLAS'S POV

Shit...I'm complete forgot. How could I be so damn stupid!? It's the same every month!

"Baby! I'm so so sorry! I-I complete forgot. It slipped my mind. I-I'll make it up to you!" I say. I had never ever forgotten a date, and this definitely hurt her. And I didn't want her hurt. But I didn't really know how to make it up to her. Well.... I guess there is a way.

"How!? I was so excited for this date! Dallas how could you make it up!?" Y/n says. Her voice was a little angry, but she wasn't raising her voice, which was good...I guess.

"Well...we could start by taking this off" I say, reaching for the thin straps of her dress.

"You know I can't say no to that" she says, letting a smile spread across her beautiful face. 

"But we can't fuck on one of the Curtis' beds"

"We can take their parents old room....or Sodapop's room because he sleeps with Pony"

"You lead the way" she says. I smile and grab her hand, taking her to their parents old room. Lots of the things were moved out, and put into storage, so it was quite empty.

Y/N POV

It was most certainly a little weird that we were about to have sex in their house, but God I needed him right here right now, and it was so weird. I was so mad at him and now I'm aching for him inside me. Dallas spun me around, bringing me away from my thoughts and back to reality. My back was to him.... He lifts my skirt up and feels me through my lace panties.

"Baby...you're very wet. Why is that?" He asks teasingly

"B-because you said you'd make it up to me...a-and I really like that we're going to do it this way" I say a little nervous.

"Good..." He says. He slowly unzips my dress, and it falls to the floor. I shudder at the cold air hitting my exposed breasts. 

"No bra? Mmm" He says. He cups my breasts, and slowly starts to massage them. He starts to kiss my neck, leaving a hickey. I let out little whimpers as he nibbles at my sensitive skin. 

"Dallas" I moan out.

"Yes darling?" He asks, pulling his head away from my neck. 

"That feels nice...but can we do something else?" I ask softy. 

"Of course darling. You tell me what you want. Tonight you can take charge" he says. 

"How about you take your shirt and jeans of baby" I say. He steps away from me, and I hear him undo his buckle and pull his jeans down. He pulls his shirt off, and he walks back over. 

"Is this better?" He asks. I could feel his warm body up against mine, and his bulge against my ass. 

"Yes. Now...how about you get on your knees in front of me" I suggest. He walks in front of me, and slowly gets on his knees. He looks up at me....and he looked so submissive. It was so hot, and it most certainly made the pool in my underwear worse. He reaches for my panties, and pulls them off. They fall to my ankles, and I step forward, and away from them. His nose is right above my wetness. He reaches a hand up, and feels me again. I whimper at the feeling of his digits on me. 

"So wet for me" he whispers, the warm air coming from his mouth hitting my pussy. I buck my hips forward, and hit his lips. I pull them back and Dallas leans forward and into me. He wraps his arms around my thighs, as his tongue connects with my arousal soaked cunt. I let out soft moans. He felt so good, and he always knew what I needed and how I wanted it. That's what I loved about him. His tongue went between my lips, and circled my clit before going back and teasing my entrance. 

"Mmmm" I moan out. My one hand was massaging my breast and the other was tangled in Dally's hair. My head was tilted back in pleasure, and my eyes were closed for the same reason. One of Dallas's arms slowly departs from my leg, and goes to my pussy. Dallas pulls the tip of his tongue out of me, and replaces it with a finger. I let out a loud moan, and then Dallas adds another digit inside. I whimper and moan as he makes me feel good. He moved his fingers in and out slowly, and his tongue circles, sucks and nibbles on my clit. He hasn't done that before...he hasn't nibbled on me but it felt to damn good. Too good to keep my moans down. I was loudly moaning at all the sensations. Dallas hums into me, sending vibrations through my core. 

"Dallas! Mmmm! You're making me feel so good!" I cry out. He hums again. I buck my hips and then pull them back. He starts to do everything a little faster, getting me closer and closer to my release. He's looking up at me with eyes full of love and full of the need to make me feel good. They could send me over the edge, and they did. My body starts to tremble and shake as I cum. Dallas quickly stands up, and holds my body with one hand, his other hand it's fingers still in me. He makes small little thrusts, almost unnoticeable, as I ride out my high. I lean into his body once I'm done, and he pets my hair. 

"Good girl" he says. He finally pulls his fingers out of me, and they're coated with my juices. He lifts his hand up to my lips, and taps my lips. I open up my mouth, and he puts his digits in my mouth.

"Mmmmmm" I moan out as I taste myself. I suck on him, and I run my tongue on and between his fingers, cleaning them off. He looks at me with a mischievous smirk. He knew what he was doing, making me submissive again. I'm not sure I would let it happen though.... After a minute, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. I swallow every last bit of the juices in my mouth. 

DALLAS'S POV

She was hot when she was all dominate. I'm not really a submissive guy but god she could change that and I loved that. 

"I think I want you on the bed..." She says. I walk over to the bed and lie down. She comes over and straddles me, making me harder than ever. She takes my boxers off, throwing them to the side. Y/n takes my hard cock in her hands any slowly pumps it, speaking all my pre-cum all over my member. 

"Dallas darling, do you have a condom?" She asks all hot.

"Y-yes. It's in my wallet. I can grab it if you'd like" I reply a little nervous for God knows why.

"No its ok" she says. She gets up, and walks over to my jeans, pulling my wallet out of them. She opens it up and takes a look

"Dallas Tucker Winston...aged 21?" she says, reading my ID. 

"I almost forgot your middle name was Tucker...so cute. But why 21?" she says. Her voice gets all high pitched when she says cute, like she's talking to her dog. She fumbles through my wallet in the darkness, and finds the condom I keep in there. She walks back over too me, straddles me again, and opens up the condom. She rolls it on and I buck my hips up at her light touch. I needed more so badly.

"It says 21 so I can buy bee-" Y/n aligns my member with her entrance, and slowly slides down on it. The pleasure of her in me cuts me off. She lets out loud moans and whimpers as her hole gets stretched by my cock. 

"Feel good?" I ask. 

"Y-yes." She replies. She puts her hands on my stomach and puts her weight on my briefly before starting to go up and down on me. She moves her hands and puts them on my thighs so she can lean back in all her pleasure. She leans back slightly and knocks her head back. She starts off with slow bounces, and then starts going way faster. She's a loud moaning mess for me...

Y/N POV

It has been a little bit since Dallas and I had sex, so it felt better than it usually would because of waiting so long. 

"Aaah. Dally it feels t-too good" I say. All Dallas does is place his hands on my hips, steadying me and helping me go up and down. After a little bit he moves one hand and rapidly starts to rub my clit. The pleasure was too much, but I still wanted to go so much longer. 

"D-dallas can I please cum!?" I plead and whine

DALLAS'S POV

Even though she was very dominant right now, it was so hot to see her be submissive and ask to cum.

"Wait a little bit ok?"

Y/N POV

I was glad and mad he told me to wait because soon it would be too much. I could feels myself pulse and clench on him for a split second and go back to normal as I neared the edge.

"DALLY PLEASE I NEED TO CUM!" I yell and plead for his permission.

"Go darling! Come on, cum on my cock." He says as I start to cum. I completely lose myself and fall onto his perfect body to steady me. My head was knocked back and my back was arched so my stomach was pushed closer to his. He wraps his arms around my shaking body. I soon calm down, and he kisses my head.

"You did so good baby. Good girl" he coos. All I can do is hum. 

"I have to get up. I have to clean you up baby." He says. I pout not wanting his cock to leave from inside of me. He smiles at me.

"Ok... fine" I say. I slowly get off him and plop next to him instead. He stand up and pulls his boxers back on. 

"I'll be back ok?" 

"Ok" I respond. I go under the covers and cozy up as I wait for Dally. He comes back quickly and kneels on the bed. He holding a towel. He slides his hands under the blanket and reaches my thigh, rubbing it. 

"Open baby, I have to wipe you off" he says very sweetly. He was a very sweet guy when you got to know him.

"Ok" I say in a barley audible whisper. I open up my legs, and he slowly reaches over to my pussy. He wipes my juices with the damp towel and then pulls it away.

"Good girl" he coos. He takes his condom off, ties it, and throws it away. He then cleans his dick off with the towel. He crawls in bed with me and wraps his arms around my waist. 

"You did so good tonight. I'm proud baby." Dally praises. God I loved it when he praised me.

"Thank you" I say

"Are you still mad at me" he asks 

"Maybe...maybe just thiisss much" I say. I pinch my fingers together with about 3 centimeters between them.

"Ok...that's good" he says with a breathy chuckle. I look up at him and he kisses my lips. 

"Let's get some sleep ok?"

"Ok" I say as I snuggle into him. I rest my head on his chest, and wrap my arms around his toned figure. 

"I love you" I say

"I love you too" he says. I feel his kiss the top of my head as I close my eyes to sleep. I'm about to drift off when we hear the front door open

"WERE BACK! BUT YOU TOO CAN SLEEP" Darry calls out. I have a feeling he knows what we did....

[sorserah]

Chapter 9: Search and Destroy

Outsider No More | Goro Takemura & Female V/OC

And then he understands, clearly understands what she had been feeling, trying to tell him. And he now realizes too, he does not want to lose her either. 

An interpretation of how a romance between Takemura and Corpo Female V could have been. Changing between Vs and Takemuras POV. Mostly following the main story of the game, adding bits and pieces here and there for a little bit more depth. So spoilers ahead.

18+, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Romance, Panic Attacks, Death, Blood and Injury, Corpo V (Cyberpunk 2077, Takemuras POV, Vs pov, Alcohol, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Denial of Feelings, Internal Conflict, they are both idiots, Guilt, Overthinking, Smut, Sex, Romantic, Gestures

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28434627/chapters/70742016#workskin

„We have arrived at your desired location.“ Delamain announces as they drive onto an empty parking spot in front of the abandoned apartment block. I still can’t believe you are actually going to see him, after everything he pulled off. We can be happy we made it out alive just a few minutes ago. I know Johnny, V leans her head back into the seat. I wish I wouldn’t have to, you know. V swings open the back door, gets out and they make their way towards the apartment. You could, you are just too weak. Unfortunately, I can’t make you do anything - yet - but please keep him on a short leash this time. Because I still don’t fucking trust him.

He appears in front of her as she climbs up the last set of stairs. V, for our own sake, we check on him and then delta the fuck outta here before Arasaka finds us. It’s just a matter of time now. We find another way, I promise. You are right, fine, guess that would be best, but… No V! No buts, you lost your damn mind and we both know exactly why. She shoves him aside. Again he blocks her way, his voice furious. You know what, you really are pathetic. He pushes you away twice, fucks up our whole mission and you still want to risk your own life for him. Run to him like a well-trained dog, just like he is, except not for you but for Arasaka. Get this into your fucking head V.

V stops in front of number three-zero-three, Johnnys words hurt her, not because they are particularly meaner than normal, but because she could feel a little truth to them. She turns to Johnny again. Okay, we make a deal alright. Last chance for him. I talk to him about the mission, Hanako, what’s next, et cetera, and about whatever is between us. No straight answer and I will be gone. Guess that’s all I can hope for anyways and he vanishes. Facing the door she lifts up her fist, hesitating, suddenly shaking a bit of nervousness. She knocks four times.

Takemura opens the door pulls her close to him and closes the door again in one swift movement. He presses her into his chest, one hand on her back, the other occupied with his rifle. „Are you okay?“ He asks as he shoves her a few inches in front of her, still very close. His hand wandering from her back, over her hand and up her arm, softly stroking her shoulders and neck, stopping at her cheek, gently stroking his thumb over it while searching every spot of her face with his eyes. She hadn't expected this sudden tenderness at all, she utters confused „Yea.“

„I feared they had caught you.“ She grabs his hand, pulling it away from her face. Though grabbing it tightly the study metal resisting against her grip. „Goro, you know how feared I was, I am?!“ Her voice an angry whisper, sharpening with every word „Gonna tell me what the fuck you were thinking?! Hanako is the most wanted person in the world, every Arasaka soldier is on our trail.“ He is still looking at her intensely, his voice likewise muted „I am aware. That is why we should not waste any time.“

Takemura moves sideways and nods into the direction of a table, where someone is sitting already. Startled, she finally lets go of his hand. „I offered her some tea…“ V can’t help but laugh „You kidnap Hanako Arasaka and offer her a cup of fuckin’ tea?!“ She could see a slight grin on his face „It was your idea.“ „Oh no, this wasn’t my idea. I made a joke. I will not take any responsibility for your actions here Goro.“ He looks down, pawing the ground „I would never expect this from you. And she…respectfully declined.“ V sighs, „Okay, just let’s get this over with.“ Both serious again „Tell her the truth about Yorinobu, no embellishment. And state your terms clearly. Perhaps she will listen.“

„Hanako, I am sorry we have to speak under these circumstances.“ „This is the second time I have heard this today.“ V sits down at the table towards Hanako, Takemura remains next to Hanako and starts talking to her in Japanese „Hanako-sama. This is the woman I spoke of. Please, listen on what she has to say.“ V looks straight at her, she on the other hand avoids her eyes „Hanako. I was there when it happened. It was Yorinobu. He…he had an argument with your father, said he had enough and then strangled him. I saw it with my own eyes.“ Hanako looks at V, her face full of disgust and arrogance. „You must be mad to think I will listen to such nonsense. Who are you to think you can talk to me this way?!“

V rolls her eyes, she had seen enough of her kind in the Corpo world, people like her don’t change. They are the same type. Let them hear what they want to hear, offer them something they can use for themselves and they are yours - well and you're theirs - if you keep the bargain. V leans forward both elbows on the table. „Look. I know it’s a lot to take in, let alone believe. I also know you are an honorable person, worthy of trust. And that’s why I wanna make you an offer.“ Finally, Hanako looks at V „You? Make me an offer?“ „Exactly. The Relic your brother tried to hawk off to NetWatch is in my head. Right now. Took a bullet to the brain, but the tech on the biochip saved me. Now, it’s slowly killing me.“ V quickly glances over at Takemura, he was looking at his hands. „One of you personality constructs, engrams, is overwriting my psyche. Gotta stop the process before it’s too late. I know you got the means to help me. And this first case sure will be interesting for Arasaka as well.“

Right after V finishes her sentence Takemura makes a few steps towards Hanako, a touch of desperation in his voice „Hanako-sama!“, while he is talking he was unable to keep his eyes off V, „V is living proof of the terrible crime your brother committed. We can confirm every word she speaks if only you will help her with the Relic. It is a matter of life and death.“ As Hanako doesn’t answer he turns his eyes away from V and toward her. „Hanako-sama?“ She looks down again, still not answering.

A clanking sound could be heard from the hallway. Out of reflex, V and Takemura both grab their weapons. He faces her, whispering again „Did you hear that?“ She nods „Can you check?“ He asks her and she thinks she sees a deeply worried expression on his face again for a short time. Wordlessly she stands up, tightens her weapon holster, reloads her weapon, and silently walks over to the door, „I got a bad feeling about this.“ She places one ear at the door, nothing. Carefully she opens it a gap, nothing. The door creaks a bit as she opens it even wider and looks into the hallway.

„No, not now!“ Although she could not see anything in front of her, the next moment she is crouching on the floor. At Takemura's outcry and the accompanying machine-gun sounds, her body had reacted automatically. He is still at the table, shielding Hanako. The next moment, however, she is blinded by a grenade and could no longer see anything and shortly after the ground beneath her feet collapses and she falls into the darkness.

V, wake up! Johnnys face appears over hers. Last chance to get the fuck outta here! V needs a while to orient herself. „No, Goro. Can’t leave him back there!“ Forget him, guy’s toast! Less’ you wanna wind up like him! The sensation of a fist hitting her in the stomach at full tilt, no, it couldn't be. Stumbling slightly, she frees herself from the concrete remains of the former floor. He can’t be dead. Again she pulls out her gun and makes her way into the hallway, her heart racing, eyes watering from the dust in the air and the possibility of her next loss.

V sneaks past some Arasaka soldiers to the closest stairwell. The fuck you doin’? You lost it?! He’s beyond any sort of help! I wanna see this for myself! She climbs up the stairs, taking her shotgun and shoots her way recklessly to the following floor and the room, not listing to the voice in her head telling her to turn around. Around another corner and she could hear others regardless of her own gunshots. Encouraged by this, she jumps over the collapsed ceiling back into the room where they were sitting earlier and eliminates two more soldiers.

She glances around the room. Nothing, her breath became heavy, she feels a lump in her throat, more tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Behind her, she hears the reloading of a gun. She quickly turns around and points hers at the suspect. Takemura had emerged from his cover aiming at her. „V! You are alive?!“ His voice full of pain, breathless. „You should not have returned! You will die here with me!“ V lowers her gun, still looking at him. She doesn’t care that her eyes were burning from the dust and concrete and that they watered to protect themselves and out of relief to see him standing here. „Then so be it.“

He walks a few steps towards her, his eyebrows raised, an expression on his face she hadn’t seen before. „V…I…“ „There is no time, thank me later. We need to find a way out now - fast!“ „There are empty rooms to the right. It’s our only chance!“ They creep through the dark rooms, lit only by flare cartridges until they reach the exit which is blocked by several soldiers. The soldiers discover them first, an exchange of fire inevitable. Takemura steps in front of V, shielding her and starts shooting first.

Ultimately, only V and Takemura are left standing. Breathlessly she asks „You hurt?“ Takemura is crouching on the ground „I do not think so, you?“ She shakes her head. Though when they walk out of the door she collapses, her sight glitching, head nearly exploding. No, not again. Around them they could hear drones and helicopters. „V, we have to keep going!“ She is shaking, twitching, unable to get control over her body. The world is spinning. „I…I can’t.“ Two strong hands lift her up, carrying her way.

„The cab!“ she mumbles and was grateful to have chosen it today. It would blend perfectly into the traffic. „Bring us out of the city!“ Takemura demanded as he lays V down softly onto the backseat, leaning over her once again. Her vision stabiles again. „Now approaching ‚Badlands‘, please provide a more informative location as soon as possible.“ The cab starts to drive forward slowly. She looks up at Takemura „Feels like a déjà vu. Can you help me up?“ Takemura nods and helps her to sit up straight, he places himself next to her.

As they start to maneuver through the traffic, V connects her personal link to the cab „I have an idea where we should be safer than…“ interrupted by gunshots she was just able to enter the coordinates. Takemura had already leaned out the window and started shooting down the drones. V mimics him shortly after.

Together, they manage to lose the drones just as they entered the Badlands. Panting, V gets rid of her jacket, checking first her arms, chest and then legs for wounds. Unbelievably, she is unharmed. She looks over at Takemura „You injured?“ He shakes his head without checking. „You?“ „No.“ As she was done reloading her weapons in her holster he is still staring at her. „Thank you V. You saved my life.“ She snorts „Guess we are even.“ But there wasn’t a sign of a grin on his face.

„The last twenty-four hours…I thought you died, twice.“ His voice hoarse „I understood at the parade what you had told me on the roof…when Oda attacked you. I still understand it now and I regret not understanding it earlier.“ He takes her hand tenderly. „V, I do not want to lose you either.“ Her heart skips a beat. Takemura pulls her towards him. She slips onto his lap and supports herself on his shoulders, looking him in the eyes. They were full of worry, yet full of relief. Both of his hands wander to her jaw, pulling her in for a kiss. Kissing her even hungrier, needier than back in the elevator, tongues more wildly caressing. She moves both hands to the cool metal of his neck while he lets his one slide into her hair, pulling her even closer into the kiss.

When V takes a small break she hears a husky moan slip away from him, she returns the kiss more demanding before pulling away. „So, this okay now?“ She whispers hoarsely. He answers in his mother tongue, her cybernetics providing translations. „はい、今まで以上にあなたが欲しいです Yes. I want you. Now.“ His eyes pitch black, just the small white ring around them indicating where his pupils are moving. His mouth slightly opened, they scan her face, her eyes, cheekbones, lingering on her lips. She grins daring, as her hands stroke over his shoulders to his neck and the collar of his shirt, hastily unbuttoning it. Takemura leans his head back, skims over her back to her hips and makes her slide down further into his crotch. She had to inhale sharply, could already feel his erection. She continues to unbutton his shirt now even faster, removing it and revealing a t-shirt underneath.

Just as she was about to rip the shirt off, Delamain interrupts them both. „We have arrived at the desired location.“ V opens the door to get out, almost falling to the ground while climbing off Takemuras lap. Panam was already running at her. „V, what the fuck are you doing here?!“ „Sorry, we need supplies, maybe firepower. We are on the way to the small house where we hid with Saul. Hopefully, Arasaka won’t find us there and we can lie low for a bit.“ „Arasaka? V what you have done now?“ V raises her eyebrows in confusion „Wait, what are you talking about then?“ „I am talking about this.“ And Panam points to Vs back. And when she turns around she understood what Panam meant. A mile-high wave of red sand was crawling straight their way, swallowing cacti and cars. Even bigger than the one a few days ago. „Oh fuck me, do you have any supplies you can spare at hand? We need to go, I will explain everything later!“

Wordlessly, V throws the bag of supplies onto the backseat, before quickly slamming the door, hopping on the driver's seat, and hitting the gas. On the soft ground, the tires spin, but soon they had picked up speed again. Takemura leans forward, through the seat. His hand clenched to his side. „V, I have never seen such an impressive sandstorm before. We need to find a shelter. “ „I know, we will be there soon. Can you open up the seat in the middle, grabbing the bag from the trunk?“ „What is in it?“ „A blanket, whisky and bandages, toothbrush, fresh underwear, a spare shirt, some water, additional ammo…Stuff I need when I am on the road for a while. Always take it with me, just in case.“

Suddenly V loses grip of the wheel for a second and the car drifts off a bit as the wall of sand hits them „Fuck.“. They couldn’t see anything now, neither inside nor outside. „Night-mode activated.“ Delamain announces as the side and ceiling LEDs start lighting up. „Shit, I will have to follow the small map and hope we don’t hit the cabin or maybe better if we do.“ V presses a button and a larger screen with a local map appears. She wields it to the back. „Goro, can you check for anything that looks like a building on here?“ „To our left is a small square, that it?“ „Maybe, I hope so. Don’t know how long Delamain’s gonna last in this storm.“ „Approximately 10 more minutes before a critical condition of the filters will be reached.“ „Thanks, Del.“

„A little more to the right than we should be there.“ Takemura alludes, „Good.“ V interrupts him quickly. They wouldn’t have much time. „‘Soon as we are there, you take the bags and go inside immediately, shut the door fast. I will check on the generator and make sure it’s running.“ „No V, let me do this.“ He answers, insisting. „No, Goro. I appreciate your well-meant suggestion, but only I know where the switch is…After I am done we have to barricade the door somehow, so neither Arasaka nor this storm can enter.“ „Understood, be careful V and hurry please.“

At least this plan is going smoothly. She leans against the door while Takemura pushes the nearby dresser against it. They also find a roll of duct tape which they used to tape up a few of the cracks. It would be a miracle if Arasaka would find them here in the next hours while the storm rages.

The heater was already running, immersing the entire room in orange-red light. "Not much, but better than nothing." V wipes her face with her arm, sits down on the dresser and takes a sip of water. In the meantime, Takemura insisted to search the few rooms again to make sure that everything is safe. „And? Everything still safe this time?“ Slightly angry she hears him in the bedroom answering „Do not mock me V, one can never be certain enough.“

Eventually, Takemura walks out of the bedroom, advancing with great strides towards her. He reaches her, slides his right hand over her cheek into her hair and pulls her into a fierce kiss. V moans at the suddenness, dropping her water bottle. His hands wander to her lower back, drawing her body closer. She could feel heat building up where they both meet. She reaches down to the end of his t-shirt and slides it over his head, tossing it aside. They hardly notice the fierce wind that strikes the hut.

Finally, she was able to slide her hands over his abs to his shoulders, could feel she makes his flesh crawl. V takes her time taking the view all in. He follows every movement she makes, pupils widened. Carefully she strokes over his augmentations and all the way back to his belt, sliding two fingers under it. As he leans in to kiss her again she grabs his jaw forcefully, stopping his motion. Then, guiding him backwards to the couch until his back of the knee hits it and makes him drop onto it.

Takemura grabs her again with more strength this time, pulling her in his lap, kissing her. She slides her hands over his back, but feels something wet on her hands. She pushes him away and looks at them - dark red blood. „Fuck Goro, this yours?“ he looks at her in confusion. She slips next to him and checks his back. There was a bullet hole near his shoulder blade. No exit wound. Shit. „I do not feel anything V, what is it?“ „You won’t like this. I...“ he reaches for his back and she guides his hand to the injury. „Ah I see. You need to get the bullet out for me. I should not be deep, the endoskeleton on my shoulder blades should have prevented a deeper intrusion.“

V quickly grabs the whisky, bandages and looks for something to grab the bullet. After searching the kitchen drawers she finds a tong. After disinfecting it and Takemura had emptied half the whisky bottle she sits behind him. „Ready?“ She had never done something like this before „Yes. We should get this done quickly. The adrenaline will soon start to vanish.“ Okay she can do this. The best way to start would be, uhm, maybe… „V?“ Takemura turns around. „One second.“ She grabs the whisky and slugs down a good amount before handing it back to him. „I have never done this before. How should I start?“

Takemura guides her through the whole process. Meanwhile, the wind was still howling against the door. Lastly the bullet was out of his body, the wound disinfected, well bandaged, the whisky empty. „We should wash the blood off.“ V was still a little paralyzed by the fact that she had just performed surgery on him. „Yea sure. Just gimme a sec.“ He was already under the shower when she managed to get up and search her bag. She grabs a towel, an oversized clean shirt, since hers was drenched in blood, too, and underwear. Now she was standing awkwardly in front of the bathroom, waiting for Takemura to finish showering. She hears him stepping out of the shower „I uh, I have a clean towel.“ She holds it up in front of the doorframe.

She didn't know exactly why she wasn't just going in - after all, she had been sitting on his lap minutes earlier and had quite different things planned to do with him. But she had lost all her courage in the surgery it seems. He accepted it gratefully and when V also steps out of the bathroom freshly showered, Takemura is already sitting on a mattress he had moved over, half-covered with a blanket in front of the stove. On the ground two beer bottles, a few bags of chips and protein bars. V sits down next to him, slips under the covers too, grabbing two bottles and hands one to him.

„Fuck Goro, these last weeks. I…Every week I think ‘nothing can top this day, for sure’ and somehow it gets topped. Every. Fucking. Day.“ They both look at each other and start laughing out loud. All the tension and adrenaline of the last few hours finally and slowly falls off of them. At last, V wipes her eyes from the tears of laughter before Takemura is the first to start talking again. „You should come to Japan. It is a lot quieter. I think it would do you good. A little rest and vacation is exactly what you deserve right now.“

She shoves away the thought about the biochip „That would actually be pretty nice.“ And simply smiles at him, but wasn’t able to make it look convincing. They finish the beers in silence. The wind had become even stronger in the last hour. They could almost hear how every single grain of sand scraped into the wood. A miracle that the hut held at all. When she leaned sideways she noticed how her vision lagged a little behind. „So how’s your back?“ „It hardly hurts. Even if I have to admit that this is probably largely due to the alcohol.“ „Let me check.“

Takemura slightly turns and V gently strokes over his back. „Looks good. Still clean, the bleeding must have stopped.“ She continues to travel with her fingers upward to his neck and cheek. He turns to her. They were so close again that she could see every detail of his eyes, in which she could lose herself so incredibly easily. Once again they end up kissing, but this time slower, calmer, taking their time. One of his hands resting on her back, the other on her thigh. She could taste the beer on his lips.

V lets her hands wander down his abs down to his crotch. He moans, lips parted, not once looking away from her, his eyelids heavy as V gets up. Standing in front of him she crosses her arms over her head, removing her shirt. Then stepping out of her panties. Standing In front of him, completely naked and he takes it all in.

Takemura reaches forward, pushing the blanket away, pulling her onto his lap. She could feel him growing harder. Like V before, he slides his fingers over her stomach, over her breasts and collarbone to her jaw. She takes his hand, placing his thumb between her teeth, closing her lips around it, driving deeper into his lap. „ファック…“ he hisses before pulling her in again, laying kisses onto her shoulder and neck. She could feel his beard scratching, sending tingles over her soft skin, before finding her mouth again. With each kiss, her chest tingles more intensely, her breathing faster, heart racing.

They pause, their lips barely touching, breathing in each other's air. Takemura tries to move her gently onto the mattress, but groans in pain. „Goro, we can stop.“ „No. I don’t know what will happen after tomorrow. If we both make it out of this.“ He brushes a few strands out of her face, cupping her cheek „I wish we would have more time.“ „Me too.“ She wraps both arms around him and kisses him deeply.

She lifts herself up so he was able to remove his pants. He places kisses on her chest and neck again. V searches Takemuras gaze and finds it, before letting herself slide onto his length, starting to move her hips slowly. They both groan at the sensation. At that moment, for the first time in weeks, V thought of nothing at all. She was completely immersed in this moment, she didn't care about her future any longer. Only him and her, that’s what matters. She takes a small break, keeping her hips completely still, leaning down to kiss him, before continuing with her movements, faster than before.

She uses to couch to support herself, thrusting down harder with every movement. She could feel his hand around her throat, pressing it softly as his breath quickens too. Every now and then their gazes meet before his eyes turn to her body that moves rhythmically up and down. V finds a steady rhythm, moving her hips quicker, digging her fingers into his shoulders. He grabs her hips, pulling her down harder. Moans are now escaping them with increasing frequency, high pitched mixed with low groans blend with the harsh wind of the storm.

Takemura slips his hand between her legs assisting her to reach climax. „Fuck“ she cries out, as she notices a tingling sensation moving from the place where he touches her upward through her entire body. He puts his knees up so she can lean back while he continues to massage her. „Goro, I…Fuck.“ she lets her head fall into her back as her vision fades to black, the tingling sensation dissolving into pleasure. After a few seconds, her breathing calmed down and her vision was clear again.

V pulls him close, kissing him hard. Takemura groans as he grabs her hair tightly and she starts to move her hips again. His groans become louder with each thrust. His eyelids heavy, glancing at her one last time before his eyes close and he inhales sharply. „ファック、V.“ He buries his face in her chest, inside her she feels a pulsing sensation, before he leans back slowly, his eyes still closed.

Freshly showered they are lying next to each other, snacking on some chips. The storm still raging outside. „How is your back?“ V asks. „The pain is back now. But I feel a lot better. Even the food doesn’t taste as bad as normal.“ He smiles at her. A few minutes pass, they finish up eating. She slips next to him under his covers, resting her head on his chest. He gently strokes her back. „I wish this storm would never end.“ She admits quietly, Takemura deeply sighs „A part of me wishes this too.“

[hirunoka]

Just Dennis

Words count: 2,265

Angst with a Happy Ending, Not that much angst though don't worry, Episode: s16e04 Frank vs. Russia, nearly two weeks after the whole Johnny incident, First Kiss, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Ao3 link: (x)

"Why did you do it, Dennis? Just why?"

Mac asks out of nowhere while Dennis is busy waiting for the water to boil for their evening tea, and Dennis immediately knows what he is talking about. It has been nearly two insufferable weeks after the whole Johnny incident and Mac has been acting really distant. Not that Dennis can blame him.

“Did what?”

“You know what I’m talking about," Mac lets out a loud sigh. "The whole Johnny thing.”

"I told you why, because you were annoying me and—"

"And that was the only solution you could come up with? You? The Golden God, the master of scheming who can come up with twenty different plans in two minutes? It's funny how you won't let me—"

Mac swallows the tight lump in his throat and Dennis finds it extremely difficult to ignore the way the other man's eyes are welling up. He wants to reach out and make the tears stop from spilling. He wants to offer Mac some comfort, even though he is the one who caused this in the first place.

But here he is, frozen in his place. Just like always. He is never able to do the right thing. He never was. And he is well aware of the fact that he destroys everything he touches.

"And you won't just let me... be, either. You just won't, will you?"

Dennis knows what he means.

You won't let me be with you, but you won't let me love someone else, either.

"I'm not preventing you from anything, Mac,” he replies, leaning against the counter. “I'm not stopping you. I'm really not."

A beat.

Not anymore.

He wants to say.

Please read between the lines, Mac, please. A small, pathetic voice inside his head screams and begs on his knees, scratching the walls of his brain.

I'm not preventing you from doing what you've been wanting to do for years, before you were even aware of it.

Please see it in my eyes.

I'm not preventing you from being with me, to take what is left of me. If anything is left of me.

I don't understand why you even care about me after everything, I probably never will.

And I can't promise you won't ever regret loving me.

Hell, you already regret it, don't you?

But I'm not gonna stop you this time, Mac. Just say something to me, just say you didn't give up on me, just do something, goddamn it. I'm tired of running away. I'm fucking exhausted.

Mac looks at him with a glimmer of hope in his puppy-like eyes, tilting his head slightly to the side and furrowing his eyebrows like he is silently questioning him as he takes a step towards Dennis.

And then another step.

Then another one.

Mac is so close to him that it would take just one more step for him to close the small distance between them.

"In fact, didn't I help you by coming up with the SINNED system?!" Throwing his hands up and surprising himself, Dennis yells in a high-pitched voice as his heart beat frantically in his chest.

Shutupshutupshutup—

"I helped you out with your date which ended successfully thanks to me and my great efforts. It's not my fault that you chose to ruin your chance by thinking you were in love with someone who didn't even exist, like an idiot! Like anyone could ever love you!"

Mac flinches and takes a step back as if he had been physically slapped by those words.

Dennis doesn't know what made him say that. He knows he should have kept his mouth shut instead, giving Mac some time to read between the lines and act accordingly.

They were so close.

Maybe it was about to happen.

Maybe Mac was about to take his chance one last time.

And he fucking ruined it.

He is not the master of scheming, that's for sure. He is the master of self-sabotage, if anything.

"Yeah, right. I'm an idiot for believing he existed." Mac nods to himself, seemingly ignoring his last words. "Well, even if he did exist, you said it yourself. Such an idiot for believing in Johnny. Johnny who didn't love me. Johnny who didn't even like me, let alone love me. Jonny who was... you."

If only Mac knew Dennis meant every word he said through Johnny. Meant all the compliments, all the praises.

If only Dennis was brave enough.

"Mac, I—"

"I hope that you had fun teasing me like that. I hope it was worth it, pretending you gave a shit about me. All that sweet ‘good mornings’ and 'how was your day baby boy?’ and ‘I missed you today’ texts, and all that kinky shit and, fuck—" Another laugh. "And even aftercare through the damn said texts... All the praises."

A hysterical laugh escapes Mac's lips as he wipes his tears away from his eyes, looking down like he is ashamed, but also done.

So done.

Dennis is afraid of what might come next, so he opens his mouth to speak, but it's useless since no words other than Mac's name come out again.

"You know what? I owe you a thank you, though. This was sure an eye-opening experience. So... Thank you."

Thank you? For what?

"I better go pack."

Wait—

No.

Nonononono—

"Go pack for what?" he tries helplessly. "Going somewhere? Decided to go on a small vacation? You should have let me know before so I could—

"I think it will be better for both of us." Mac takes a deep breath and turns on his heels to grab a damn plastic bag that was laying on the ground—instead of bothering to find an actual bag— and starts collecting his stuff here and there in the living room as Dennis trails behind him, not knowing what to do. "I should just go. Have to leave. I should have done so years ago, but you said it yourself, I'm an idiot. An idiot who does idiotic things.”

“Mac, Mac, stop, I didn’t actually mean it, man. Look, I’m sorry, okay?” Dennis tries. He can’t let Mac go. He just can’t. “I’m sorry that I said that, can’t we just forget about what I said and move on?”

“I'll have to disagree with one thing, though.” Mac carries on, not seeming like he was listening to him at all. “I believe, I want to believe that I'm not unlovable like you claim. I need to believe that there is someone out there who is capable of loving me, capable of caring about me. Someone who actually exists and gives a shit about me. Someone who is real."

I care about you, asshole!

Dennis feels like screaming at the top of his lungs.

And I AM real! There is already someone who loves you!

“I can’t keep doing this,” Mac mutters with a shaky breath, refusing to look at the other man and shoving things he doesn’t even need into his silly plastic bag, just for the sake of doing anything but looking at him. “I can’t just keep on trying my best only to go back to square one.”

“Then don’t!” Dennis finally screams out loud this time, snatching the damn bag from Mac’s hands and hurling it across the living room. Something breaks when he does that, by the sound of it, but he doesn’t care at all.

The only thing he cares about right now is the man right in front of him.

The man he is about to lose if he doesn’t do something.

Yeah, sure, Mac always, always comes back to him, but it feels like it’s different this time.

Feels like he’s going to lose him forever if he lets him go.

“If that’s what you need, if that is what will keep you here, then don’t try your fucking best,” Dennis continues: “in fact, don’t try anything at all, Mac.”

Mac looks so confused and pretty that Dennis wants to kiss the stupid creases that appeared on his forehead. When he hardly dares to breathe, let alone move, Dennis takes three big steps towards him.

“Just be yourself, and do whatever you want to do, baby boy.”

That’s one of the pet names Johnny used.

Also one of the pet names he used as Hugh Honey years ago.

But this time, it’s not Johnny or Hugh calling him “baby boy.”

It’s just Dennis.

“Don’t—” Mac’s eyes widen, “don’t play games with me anymore. Please don’t.”

“Just like I’ve said, I’m not preventing you from anything. I swear. And I’m not… playing games.” Dennis gently cups the other man’s face in his hands, looking directly into his eyes. “I’m standing before you, not as Johnny, not as someone else, but as me. Dennis. Just Dennis.”

“But you’ve also just told me that no one could ever love me. You said that, Just Dennis.”

“I lied,” he confesses, and his confession takes an unimaginable burden off his shoulders while also adding to it at the same time. It’s a weird, complicated feeling, the realization that this is really happening.

The realization that he is finally being honest with Mac.

“And how am I supposed to know this is not a part of whatever sick game you’re playing with me right now?” Mac questions. "A part of a scheme? How am I supposed to know that you’re not gonna—”

Dennis cuts him off by pressing his lips to Mac’s ridiculously soft, beautiful lips; sliding one hand around his waist to pull the other man closer to himself and show him that he is not willing to let him go. Show him that he means what he said.

Mac gasps against his lips, still not moving, but not pushing him back, either. Right when Dennis is about to pull away, feeling discouraged by Mac’s lack of response, Mac finally kisses him back and throws his hands around Dennis’ neck. His lips move tentatively against his, like he is still not able to trust Dennis’s words or actions. Like  he cannot believe this is really happening.

He makes a sound at the back of his throat and lets Dennis deepen the kiss as Dennis tightens his grip on his waist.

Kissing Mac feels like coming home.

A home that was patiently—okay okay, maybe not always patiently—waiting for him to return to him for ages. And Dennis knows that every road leads him back to Mac.

No matter how hard he tries to take another road, no matter how much he denies it and lies himself by saying there sure must be a different road somewhere, every damn road he takes leads him to Mac.

His Mac.

No one else's. Always his. Always has been.

And it feels so natural.

For the first time in his life, he feels like he is on the right road: the road that directly takes him to Mac.

He is walking, no, running like he is trying to make up for the time he lost on the wrong roads for oh so long.

He is running on the right road with his lips, his hands, his breath, and they all cheer for him: “Happy to be home finally,” they all say.

His brain, on the other hand, protests him like it has been doing so as long as he knew himself. It insults him and his choices, telling him he will only break Mac's heart and his own heart. Telling him that he doesn't even deserve Mac.

Dennis tells it to shut up and listens to his heart instead, his kiss getting more heated and urgent like he is trying to prove a point and say “FUCK YOU” to his brain. And when he cannot hear the mean comments of his brain anymore, he slows down again, taking his time and kissing Mac sweetly.

When he eventually breaks their kiss and leans his forehead against Mac’s, he takes a deep breath and opens his eyes to take a look at the other man. Mac’s eyes are still closed, tears slowly falling down his cheeks.

“Baby boy…” Dennis whispers, feeling Mac shiver under his touch when he tenderly wipes his tears away with his thumb. “Look at me, please?”

“I swear to God I’m sooo gonna make you meet your maker if you tell me you were just teasing me or something,” refusing to do as he is told, Mac threatens him, making Dennis chuckle.

“I’m my own maker. Besides, wouldn’t your own maker send you to hell for doing that?”

Mac opens his eyes and looks at him before mumbling: “I’m sure He will make an exception for me.”

Dennis smiles at that.

“Well, I’ll gladly let you know that he won’t have to do so, then. ‘Cause I’m not teasing you or playing games, Mac. Did you ever know that you're my hero? You are the wind beneath my wings." He sings softly. “Remember..?” He swallows, caressing Mac’s face. “And I’m not letting you go. I can’t. I would fall without you, Mac. I would crash to the ground.”

Mac is silent, but the look in his eyes tells him that he is willing to try to trust his words and give him a chance— give them a chance.

“I wouldn’t let you fall, Den,” there is a ghost of a smile gracing his lips and hearing Mac calling him “Den” again makes something to Dennis’ poor heart. “I wouldn’t let you fall.”

Needles to say, Mac is the one who starts the kiss this time.

[msfbgraves]

Daniel comes off as totally irresistible in your MobAU. I bet Terry was all “That little Italian Omega means nothing to me, I can get over this.” And then he fails to, spectacularly. Oops. Anyway, just how desperate was Terry to have his wedding night, lol? 

Desperate enough! In fact:

“You're being honeytrapped, you know that.” John crosses his arms, face set in a signature scowl.

He looks at him. “Do you have anything new to say?”

“It bears repeating.” He lifts his chin. “Terry, they're stalling. Only people who do that are weak. Do you want them to regroup first?”

“We can take 'em, John, but can we hold them?”

“The feck you take me for? Of course!”

He smiles. “Johnny. I don't have time to play dictator. I, we, we need to expand, and if I have to waste my people babysitting some resentful Italians, that's not ever gonna work. There's the Russians, Chinese, Arabs and they're hungry.”

John sniffs. “We could take Russians, or Chinese or half of feckin England if we stick to our ground.”

“Sure, and then, when we're depleted, some damned cartel boss is going to swoop in. Let them do that to the other ones first.”

John leans on his hand fixes him. “If this is about the Prima Donna -”

“It's a boy, John.”

“It's a goat for all I care. It's trouble, you eejit. How often have you seen him, once?” He scoffs. “Jesus, Terry. They're throwing kitties at you as we speak.”

He sighs. “Trying to buy their way in, they don't offer anything.”

“Oh, and he does?”

Christ, that smell. The ripeness of him. Health, too. He'd not lacked for anything. But those eyes were quick. The fire in them. And those lips...

John shakes his head. “Jesus, it's like fucking Troy.” He stands up. “You're getting killed tonight, you eejit, so I'm putting everyone on high alert. Again.”

Terry grins. “All I ask.”

“I will squeeze your Mandy for a payout, so,” John says. “That English bitch of hers can pay for the service.”

“I have no doubt,” Terry says. “You'll be King of the block, Johnny.”

But never more, and that is what he needs to find a way to prevent.

And this way is looking ever more appealing.

***

Sweet Mother of God, is he gorgeous.

And even more pissed off than last time.

“It's good to see you” gets him an: “Is it? Why?”

He touches his arm. “Come now, don't fish for compliments.” He leans over, whispers in his ear: “You know you're beautiful.”

The boy freezes for half a second. “And that's the most important thing?”

“It's all I know as yet.” He straightens up. “I was hoping we could change that.”

He blushes, look away, seemingly not a day older than fourteen. “And what if I don't want that?”

“Then you might miss out on some fun.” He winks at him. “C'mon. What do you have to lose?”

In fact, nobody can stay snippy on the subject of fun for very long, Terry knows that from experience, and soon enough they're knee deep into a discussion of Pop vs Swing. The boy is really into guitar, keeps talking about some fella called Reinhardt. It's refreshing, after all the Benny Goodman talk. But then he leans over, whispers in a conspiratorial tone: “But who I really like is Robert Johnson.”

Terry nearly spits out his wine. “Johnson?” he says, trying not to laugh. “Sweetheart. What do you have to be blue about?”

The hurt that flashes over his face makes Terry wants to kick himself. “I don't know,” the boy says, pulling back. “People not taking you seriously?”

“Daniele,” his mother interjects suddenly. “All this music talk – why don't you play us something?”

He frowns. “Ah, no, Ma...”

“Yes,” the Don says. “What a good idea. Daniele, get your instrument.”

There's a murmur of assent. And of course Terry wants to hear it, but he hates how the boy ducks together. “Why don't we all play something?” he says, looking at the rather grand piano in the adjacent room.

“My son is very good,” the Don says. “In fact, I'd say he sometimes even plays too much.”

Bastard. The utter bastard. Why put him on the spot like that? “Really, it'd be my pleasure,” Terry says, but the Don has fixed his son again. “Now, please, Daniele.”

Poor sweetheart, but there's little to be done. They all file into the other room as he slinks away to get a guitar.

But oh, baby knows his instrument. He can see the look of concentration that only comes from genuine enjoyment. Turn inside, Terry wants to whisper to him. Where it's you and the notes. Nothing else.

And when he seems poised to do just that:

“Mozart,” the Don says.

His head shoots up. “What?”

“It's all I've heard you play for days,” the Don says. “Mozart.”

“I'm not done with that one yet,” he says, turning pale. He looks to the room. “It's not written for guitar, I was transcribing it, please...”

The Don gives a thin smile. “Mozart.”

“Come on, Daniel!” that's the eldest. “We've all heard it!”

And now Terry can't help himself. “Do you mind?”

The boy seems to make a decision, by all accounts to get it the hell over with. He sits down, breathes in, and starts.

Oh, sweetheart. Sweetheart. It's Alla Turca, and those quick sixteenths are hard enough as it is on piano. (He should know, with old Dougal Andrews always urging him to play 'real music' until he finally relented and taught him this one, free of charge.) But those runs need supporting chords, and that's murderously difficult on solo guitar, so you're constantly stuck making compromises. It's not impossible, but it's hardly intuitive, and he sees the boy's brow furrow in pained concentration.

And then he stops.

Of course. Terry doesn't wait but walks over, opens the piano and continues the piece, hoping he's found the right key – by all accounts, he has – and nods at Daniel. The boy understands, plays the repetition as intended, but at least, with Terry on chords, he has his hands free to focus on the melody.

He sees him breathe out, relax.

Good boy.

He's even joking around with the tempi a little bit, little showoff, and draws out the end chord ridiculously long, until Terry sees the Don pull a face.

Serves him right.

“Thanks,” he mumbles and moves to put away his guitar, determinedly avoiding eye contact.

Well, he'll have to make him listen, then, won't he?

Terry puts his fingers back on the keys, can't help picturing what he'd like to do if those fingers were caressing someone's skin. And yet, he can't but well up a little; the last person he'd played this for was Mandy.

Oh, Danny Boy...

Not something often played in a room full of Italians, and he sees the uncle give him a hard look in the minute pause between phrases.

He plays all four verses, improvising as he goes. Then he closes the piano, looks back at the omega.

The boy gives him a half smile.

“I thought they played this at funerals?”

For one second, Terry's stunned.

This brat. Feckin Hell!

The Don nods at him. “Thank you, Daniele. Mr. Silver. Care to join me for a cigar?”

He looks back at the boy, who's had the decency to turn bright red.

Just you wait, little one.

Back in the Don's room, he smokes the cigar standing up. “I'm not going to spoil him.”

The Don's smile is thin lipped. “That's what I said to my wife.”

Terry grins. “I can't make out if he's brave or stupid at times.”

The Don lifts his chin. “He is very young.” He stands from behind the desk. “Do we have a deal?”

Terry straightens up as well. “I would never let him go,” he says. “Not for the whole world.”

“Don't worry,” the Don says. “I won't.” He nods. “I'll have my attorney send you the details. My wife Lucille will be in charge of the arrangements.” He walks past him, opens the door.

“Good night, son.”

[snappedsky]

Fanatics 98.6

Zim vs The Tallest vs Olivia

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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War for Earth Part 6

           Murdoc leans against the side of his chopper, scrolling on his phone. He may look casual, but he’s constantly receiving automatic notifications on the statuses of his soldiers. He sends out quick orders if he has to, but it’s not often necessary. He trusts the judgement of his officers.

           Across the field, Lard Nar appears much less collected. He paces back and forth in front of the Resisty ship, waiting for updates through his communicator from his soldiers. Murdoc sees this and rolls his eyes.

           “You’re a pretty sorry commander,” he remarks, “all worried over nothing. Either that, or your army sucks, seeing as how you have no faith in them.”

           Lard Nar glares at him angrily. “Of course I have faith in my army. We’ve been travelling together for years. But I also know the power of the Irken Armada firsthand. Also, unlike you, I actually care about my companions and don’t see them as mere soldiers made to fight. I couldn’t stand losing a single one of them.”

           Murdoc glares back. “You think I don’t care? That’s an important part of being a commander too.”

           Their argument is suddenly interrupted when a little grey car pulls up on the nearby road. It’s covered in all kinds of different blood- Irken, demon, human, and more- as if the driver plowed through anyone who got in their way, regardless of who they might be.

           The driver door opens and Johnny steps out. “Finally. I thought you were here. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

           “It’s you!” Nar gasps as Johnny approaches. He glares briefly at Murdoc, who glares back, but keeps his attention on the little alien.

           “Listen, I need your help,” he says and points to the Massive. “I need you to get me up there.”            “The Massive!” Nar exclaims, “no way! I’m gonna stay as far away from that thing as possible. Not that it matters. When they decide to blow up this planet, we’ll all be dead.”

           “That’s exactly why I need to get up there,” Johnny insists.

           Nar stares at him with surprise then rubs his chin. “Well, I could send you in an escape ship. It would be stealthier and I wouldn’t have to go with you.”            “Fine, whatever, just make it fast,” Johnny orders.

           “Alright, alright. Follow me.”

           “What are you gonna do?” Murdoc asks sceptically. “Break into a highly advanced alien warship and take on their entire armed staff by yourself?”

           “That’s pretty much the plan,” Johnny shrugs and follows Nar into the Resisty ship.

           Murdoc scoffs. “Maniac.”

           Nar leads Johnny through the Resisty ship to the escape ships. As Johnny climbs into one, Nar presets coordinates right for the side of the Massive.

           “This is insane,” he remarks, “but if anyone could pull it off, it’s that monster.”

           He pushes the button and the escape ship takes off. The acceleration presses Johnny into his seat as he flies through the sky. Within seconds, he crashes into the Massive, annihilating his ship on impact.

           On the other side of the wall, a couple Irken engineers in a corridor don’t even notice. Then as one passes by, he sees a crack form. He grunts questionably and leans in to examine it.

           Johnny’s hand explodes through and crushes the Irken’s face in his grip. Passersby exclaim in shock as Johnny smashes the rest of his way through, covered in smoldering bits from his ship, but unharmed.

           As he drops the Irken’s body to the floor, the other aliens ready their weapons. Johnny shakes the alien blood from his gloved hand and brandishes his knives.

           “Let’s see if any of you are as strong as those demons.”            Meanwhile, back on the surface, the war continues to rage throughout the city. Skoodge flies around with his PAK, carrying Shmoopy, hurrying to anyone who calls for first aid. With their help and the help of the other medics, the Resisty, the SDA, and the Battalion stand strong against their powerful opponents.

           But the biggest battle is taking place in the city centre, between three groups of opponents.

           Tallest Red and Purple unleash a horde of metallic tentacles from their PAKs that lash out around them. Olivia grins and twirls her javelin spear, sending out waves of black energy that tear through the tendrils. Zim releases his jetpack and flies into the air, dodging the ones aimed at him. He goes around to Olivia’s back and fires his laser guns. Her wings flap, destroying the lasers, and she spins and throws a blast at him. He dodges and continues shooting at her. She twirls her spear, blocking each laser.

           The Tallest concentrate their tendrils on Olivia. She takes off into the air, dodging them. She and Zim continue firing at each other as the tendrils chase them.

           Zim’s antennae twitch and he glances back to see Red emerging from the mess of metal appendages.

           “Gotcha!” he mocks as large spider legs stab out of his PAK.

           “Not a chance!” Zim retorts as his own spider legs block the attack.

           Red grimaces with surprise. “Rockets and appendages? That is more than a standard issue invader PAK can handle.”            Zim scowls. “Zim is no ‘standard issue invader’.”            “That’s what was wrong with you.”            Zim fires his laser guns. Two short appendages create a force field in front of Red to block the shots while two longer ones extend around it and stab at Zim. His own spider legs block their attack as he continues to fly around and fire at Red.

           Meanwhile, metallic tentacles continue to lash out of Purple’s PAK and Olivia continues to destroy them with mere swipes of his spear. Her large grin is annoying and unsettling even to the Irken leader. He scowls as the remains of his tendrils are retracted and replaced with a giant laser cannon. Olivia blinks with surprise as a plasma ball is fired at her. She barely manages to fly out of the way and the ball singes the tips of her long hair before exploding against a building, melting it like ice.

           Zim and Olivia fly through the air, attacking and dodging the attacks from their respective opponent. During the scuffle, they find themselves meeting back-to-back. They immediately recoil and attack the other, Olivia’s spear and Zim’s spider legs bounding off each other.

           They both freeze as they see over the other’s shoulder Red and Purple rise up on long metal tentacles. Both lash out with their own spider legs.

           Zim deactivates his PAK rockets, dropping out of Olivia’s parry and dodging the Tallest’s attacks. As they close in, Zim thrusts his own spider legs up at her.

           Olivia barely has a split second to register all the sharp points coming at her. But just before they reach, she explodes into black energy that destroys all the appendages and sends the Irkens smashing into the road.

           Zim sits up, rubbing his head, and gasps with surprise as Olivia lands in front of him.

           She doesn’t look like a normal girl anymore. Her clothes have been torn to near shreds as she’s grown three feet taller and put on considerable muscle. Long black claws extend from her fingers and toes, tearing through her ripped shoes. A long, black, spiked tail whips around from her back, beneath her enlarged wings, and her horns have grown a foot taller.

           Her spear clatters uselessly by her feet as she examines herself. “Wow. So this is what it feels like. True power.”

           Zim scoffs. “It’s got nothing on Pepito.”

           Olivia guffaws. “Pepito? He refuses to use his power. He’s a disgrace!”

           “Only because he doesn’t have to,” he argues as he stands up. “You have no idea the power he possesses.”

           Her eye twitches. “Well, we’ll just have to find out, won’t we. Why don’t you call him?”            “No need. Cause I’m gonna stop you, here and now.”            She snorts. “Yeah, right.”            Zim readies his guns as black blasts begin to form in Olivia’s large hands. But before either of them can attack, the ground beneath them explodes.

           Olivia catches herself with her wings as they fly into the air, but Zim hits the road farther away. They both look over with surprise as the Tallest’s laser cannons retract from the hole they created, under the road, and back into their PAKs.

           “Enough of this nonsense!” Red barks, “let’s just destroy this planet and be done with it.”

           “I told you we should’ve just started with that,” Purple scoffs.

           “No!” Zim shouts and races down the road for them. “This is my planet! And I will not let anyone take it away from me-!”

           He suddenly stops as Olivia flies up from behind him and tears through his PAK.

           “Sorry, what was that?” she asks mockingly, the shattered remains crumbling from her fingers.

           Zim gasps in pain as he twitches and collapses.

[lustbile]

Biggest turn on: nipple play. Like you give me a nct smut that has lots of nipple play, and imma read it a 100 times. Which NCT members do you think would pay special attention to boobs? Like, who’s the type to have an oral fixation with your boobs? Yangyang is in that boobs list for sure and you cannot convince me otherwise (also, could you recommend some nct smuts with lots of nipple/boob play? Thanks~)

nipple play is just >>>>>> like very good. and I think nct is a very good mix of butt vs boobs guys so there’s a healthy amount of nipple play lovers in that group. also I don’t really read fics myself so there’s not something by someone else that comes to mind but I did write something myself with ten that is very much chest/nipple centric here

but anyways onto the thoughts

johnny: definitely think he’s also an ass guy but he doesn’t seem like the type to lean toward one vs the other. like ask him ass or tits? and he’s like???? because he just likes your whole body. but something about the way you respond to him touching your chest and the way his hands look digging into the flesh makes him drool. also when you whine when he pinches at your nipples a little too hard hmmm

taeyong: mouth on boobs 24/7 if he could. he’s just very cute and wants to have his face in your chest at any moment possible even if it isn’t sexual. but he can do foreplay for days so sucking at your chest for hours sounds like heaven to him

ten: there’s just something fun about boobs with this one. always holding onto them, pinching at them, dragging his tongue across your skin and making you squirm.

winwin: is also giving me ass guy but! that doesn’t mean he isn’t glued to your chest. I think he’d also claim to be an ass guy, and he would prove he is plenty to make you believe him. but it would be impossible to not notice how often he leans on your chest, how often you catch him just staring down your shirt like he’s in a trance. and he’d have this habit of every time your shirt was off and you were messing around, he’d always take the time to flatten his tongue against the center of your chest on your sternum.

xiaojun: okay i’m not going to bully him. i’m not going to bully him. i’m not going to bully him. BUT!! something about tits mesmerizes this poor boy. I see him loving when you’re on top of him because he can just wrap his arms around you and bury his face in your chest. his mouth on your nipples is just as enjoyable for him as it is for you

mark: okay unlike xiaojun, I am going to bully mark. boobs boobs boobs 24/7! can’t get his hands off you even if your around friends or in public. goes to wrap his arm around your waist and his hand just accidentally lands on the curve of your chest. his mouth goes totally dry when he sees your chest in pretty lingerie. he’s rock fucking solid just from you flashing him as a joke. really though such a poor baby so easily controlled just by the idea of getting to put his mouth anywhere near your chest.

jeno: I feel like this one is very obvious like. he can’t even leave haechan’s nipples alone. something about the mix of pleasure and pain that comes from nipple play is so nice for him. and if he can inflict that mix on you with his teeth he’s the happiest.

jaemin: so cute so soft. just a downright body worshiper and that doesn’t neglect the chest in the slightest. he’s very much in love with the act of fully undressing you himself and somehow keeps his mouth on your chest the entire time.

yangyang: he is a boy™ like can get off to just a underwear section of a shopping magazine type of boy™ I say this because I love him but you give him any access to your chest he is taking it and running as far with it as he can get away with.

[joy-in-opera]

... I couldn’t sleep. This has been on my mind for quite a while, and just... Fair warning; I’m not going to sugar coat anything here. I needed to get this out somewhere.

I’m probably gonna lose some followers over this, but maybe that’s for the best, given the topic... I'm going to get into some thoughts on the Depp vs Heard case.

[4AM EDIT- I apologize in advance for how heated I get here, I had some emotions to get out. Also there's a lot of cursing: fuck, shit, damn... those fun words.

Some folks might not like what I’ve said, but I’m open to a more calm and objective discussion in DMs or what not after I get some sleep. I know the situation is not black and white, and I want to know the truth of things... but I also know that some things are really murky, and there’s no possible way to know the absolute truth of them. All we can do is take what we have at our disposal and come to a conclusion.

If you're uncomfortable with this topic or are tired from seeing the news about it plastered all over the place, by all means please keep scrolling; you don't have to read this if it's going to put you in a bad mood or become distressing. Take care of yourself and your well-being first and foremost.]

Before I start getting flamed for what I’ve written below, and after I’m done getting everything out of my system, I intend on doing more research and fully putting together my updated thoughts and observations on this. This will take some time. At this point: I believe the main aggravated abuser of this entire shit-show between Heard and Depp, is Amber Heard. I want to make it known that I believed Amber was the victim when the news first came out years ago. Once I read more into what came out, my opinion slowly changed and I believed that Depp was being abused; this whole defamation trial is just the nail in the coffin, unless it's proven otherwise by reputable sources.

Again, I want to do more research when I have the time, and fully put together why exactly I’ve come to this conclusion, but the biggest factors I have right now that have me leaning this way are: the recordings presented in the current US case (and those that were not admitted into the trial for whatever reason), the testimony of a psychologist and several witnesses while on the stand (look I get it, folks are saying that they’re on Depp’s payroll; this is something I want to look into more as well to confirm, as there could be bias here if they’re being paid off by Depp; if so that shit isn’t okay and it’s pretty fucked up), numerous DV victims online calling out Amber’s behavior, behavioral analysts who are comparing the behavior of both Amber Heard and Johnny Depp and how they align with the abuser and the abused, Amber’s mannerisms while in court versus her deposition from 2016, and shit that is rubbing me the wrong way on how the UK trial was handled. (the judge seemed biased toward Amber's side despite evidence and cops' testimonies, just off the top of my head). There’s more I could add to this list, but it’s nearly 3am as I’m typing this and I just needed to get my frustration with this shit-show out on paper, as it were.

I don’t give a flying fuck if Amber Heard supposedly snorted cocaine while on the stand, or if she actually took a dump in Depp’s bed. This dumb shit that people keep pulling up to make fun of Ms. Heard doesn’t matter; I don’t fucking know if it’s true, and it’s not funny to me. That and there's so much damn click-bait on Youtube, it's insane... it takes away from the actual trial, and people are actively lying about the outcome for views. The trial isn't even over yet for fuck's sake.

I’m incredibly uncomfortable with how Amber has presented her testimony, the way she has used movie quotes in her testimony, how she stares daggers at both the jury and Depp... and I’m not uncomfortable because of how passionate her testimony is. I’m uncomfortable because I can tell when I’m being emotionally manipulated, and that pisses me off. Amber is exhibiting the behavior of someone who is manipulative; the detail dumping, repetition, deflecting before giving an answer, the visible emotional whiplash of changing her facial expression from wildly distressed, to mildly (mildly?) looking annoyed is raising so many red flags to me. She flips on a dime and there are several instances where you can tell she forgot she was on camera, and quickly changes her facial expression. There were smug reactions and eyerolls that made me wish I could reach through the screen and slap her. I can also get into how the visceral description of her rape is the kind of shit you would need to seek immediate medical attention for, but this is something I want to do more research on. Needless to say I don’t have a very high opinion of Heard right now.

So, her bruising; there was a picture shown as evidence that shows a dark black bruise on her arm, which was supposedly acquired from Mr. Depp 2 days prior. Okay... so I was a bit of a dumbass and smacked myself pretty good on some workout equipment a little over a week ago. The bruise is all but gone now, but it hurt like a son of a gun at the time. You know what color it was within the first few minutes of injury? Black/Purple/Blue with some visible redness and swelling around it. By the end of that same day and onward into the 2nd Day, my bruise was all sorts of fun colors: Yellow+Green, Blue, Purple+Red speckled marks. A bruise being dark+black on Day 2, with no visible signs of swelling or any color? I think the fuck not; I'm calling bullshit.

Do I believe Depp is a saint? Fuck no; he’s involved with Hollywood, there’s a lot of shitty stuff that happens behind closed doors and they’re corrupt as all hell. I'll mention that at least he's spent a lot of time with kids with cancer, which is more than can be said of Amber as far as I know. Some of the shit he’s said in texts and other stuff he’s admitted make me genuinely disgusted, but I also believe this is the product of a man who was around someone very detrimental for him and his healing from the shit he went through in his childhood; Depp was not a healthy person for Amber to be around either, and overall it was a hugely toxic relationship. That being said, I’m not surprised Depp was so vulgar in his texts submitted for evidence and he’s had verbal spouts with Amber: wouldn’t you vent or snap if you were being wound up and emotionally fucked with all the time for months on end?? For instance, the day Amber recorded that video where Depp slammed cabinets was the day his mother died. She already knew what happened that day, yet here she is recording this video going “What happened? Did something happen?” The man lost his damn mother, what do you mean “What happened?”?? Not to mention her smile and giggle at the end of the video. This is not the behavior of someone who was fucking abused; you remove yourself from the person, not casually stick around and try to sneakily record them at an emotionally vulnerable time. What the fuck.

Y'know that thing where Amber claimed the cop who got between her and her ex was homophobic? Turns out the cop was a lesbian who recognized abuse in a lesbian relationship. Sure, Amber got it scrubbed from her record eventually, and her ex forgave her, but the internet doesn't forget. (I'm going to need to look into this more though, just to confirm if it's true or not. I'd highly encourage folks to look into it too, as I'm definitely biased here.)

There’s also the situation where Depp lost the tip of his finger; there is a recording (unfortunately it was not submitted for trial; I’m not sure on the specifics of why) that Amber Heard made where she admits she hurt him and he had to go to the hospital, BUT she’s also having what sounds like a mental breakdown in the background, saying she doesn’t want to lose him and she wants to see him. (this is just one instance of her abandonment issues that were touched upon by the psychologist on the stand. Others mostly entailed situations where she’d start a fight with Depp, then when he tried to leave to de-escalate things, she’d hit him so he’d stay and not leave her. Based on this, I think she needs some serious professional help; being in a relationship is not healthy for her if she’s going to be lashing out like this instead of taking steps to handle her mental health issues) In this same recording, she admits that while Depp has some “coke he’s been hiding from me,” she also says “All I was popping was Xanax, Adderall, Esctasy and hallucinogens”. I’m sorry, didn’t she say in court that she wasn’t doing drugs?? Didn’t she say this on the stand??

I just... yeah. I’m pissed. As I said before, I intend on doing more research, and comparing and contrasting what I can... but at this time, honestly? I do not by any means view Amber Heard in a very good light, both Depp and Heard need professional help for their respective mental illnesses and traumas, and the courts unfortunately have a clear bias against men when it comes to DV... and it’s not just the courts. In the US, males are detained and put in the cop car if there’s been a DV call; this is PROTOCOL, it doesn’t MATTER what was said on the call, it doesn’t MATTER who is the aggressor. Cops are TRAINED to respond like this; hell, my own neighbors went through this. The husband was detained while the wife cried on the front porch. She was the one yelling at him for all the neighbors to hear, and unfortunately she was experiencing a bipolar episode. From what I was told, this is the reason they’re going through a divorce, because she isn’t getting properly treated for her mental health issues and keeps taking it out on him. Men can be abused, and holy shit... Heard has done so much fucking damage for DV victims. It doesn’t matter who wins, people are going to use this trial to further downplay what DV victims go through, and it makes my blood boil.

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Reputation

Pairings: Johnny x Reader, ft. nct 127

Words: 4.3K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), angst, some fluff

Request:  Angst 42 and 48 ➵ “You promised.” “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.” / @jungcherie​

(im so sorry i took so long.... i turned a drabble into a story... oops)​

Johnny Suh had a reputation that was unmatched.

There was no other way to put it.

And a reputation like his left trails of tears.

A pool of tears that you were currently drowning in.

It was obvious Johnny was dangerous, perhaps that’s why you were drawn to him. While every single one of your instincts had you fighting and rejecting him, you were desperate for him all the more.

It was March 13th that you lost your first will.

“Y/N, right?”

You turned around to find a familiar face towering over you.

“Yeah.” 

It was that stupid smile that had you. 

“Hey, we have have Communications together. I was wondering if you wanted to do that project together?” He scratched the back of his neck like he was embarrassed. “I just know that you’re insanely smart so... Sorry, wait, that sounds like I’m just talking to you for your grades.”

You giggled nervously, a habit that you did when you were uncomfortable.

“Look, I just... do you? You know, wanna do the project together? I mean, I’m a pretty smooth talker so I can do the presentation. I get good grades too...”

Stupid smile.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. There’s actually a little party at my frat tonight, you maybe wanna come? Get to know each other before we drown in work?” 

Fucking stupid smile.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” You blushed at the idea, cursing at yourself for being so obvious. 

Parties weren’t really your thing. 

But at the time Johnny Suh was.

Your ears were pounding because of the insanely loud level the music was at. You were actually shocked that no one had called the cops with a noise complaint, but the fact that they were on frat row made more sense.

“Y/N. You made it.” A arm was flung over your shoulder and, thankfully the lights were both dim and flashing enough that he couldn’t see the way that you blushed at the action.

“Yeah. Is it always this loud?” You asked, still not so comfortable with the atmosphere.

“What?” Johnny yelled, pointing at his ear, indicating that he couldn’t hear you. Of course he fucking couldn’t. Then he jerked his thumb to the right, nodding at the backyard, which was seemingly empty.

With his hand placed on your back, he guided you outside, your head already thanking him from the escape of noise pollution. It was far better outside of the house.

The two of you collapsed onto the swinging chair, sighing as you cleared your head.

“So parties aren’t really your thing?” Johnny leaned closer, noting the look of relief that you had donned the moment you exited.

“It’s not that I hate them... I’m just not a fan. I mean a bunch of sweaty, horny drunk people grinding on each other. I just like smaller things.” You explained, staring up at the dark sky, shivering slightly at the cool breeze.

“You didn’t have to come.” Johnny suddenly looked guilty, “I didn’t mean to force you into coming, I just... thought I’d invite you.”

You quickly backtracked, “No, you didn’t force me. If I didn’t want to come, I wouldn’t have.” You ignored the voice in the back of your head that begged to differ.

“Right.” He grinned, as if he could read your mind. “You’re not great at lying, but I’m gonna pretend that I believe you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Were you playing beer pong?” You asked suddenly, causing him to look at you in confusion.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

You laughed, looking away from him, “You have quite the reputation Mr. Suh, even someone like me knows the extent of your skills.”

Johnny smirked, liking how easy you were making it for him. “Is that so? Is that the only skill of mine you’ve heard about?”

You raised your eyebrows, hating the turn that your mind took. “W-what kind of other skills did you have in mind?” You stuttered out.

Suddenly it felt like you were caged in, his arms tense around your frame, causing you to lean back against the back of the swing.

“Tell me what you’ve heard.” 

You averted your eyes, unable to take his heavy gaze. His eyes had turned dark, full of lust, and you tried desperately to forget the effect they were having on you.

As if sensing how uncomfortable you were getting, he backed off, dusting off some invisible dirt on his shoulder. He cocked his head to the side with a sly smile, happy with a new challenge. 

Things weren’t going to be as easy as he thought they were, but that’s what made it fun.

“No that’s so stupid. Are you kidding me? Robin could absolutely never beat Batman. Is that even a question?” Your hands were waving animately, far too much for an argument about fictional superheroes.

“Sure. I’m just saying that Robin could totally catch him off guard, like out of the blue, you know.” Johnny slurped on his drink shrugging his shoulders like he didn’t care. 

“No. Absolutely not. First of all Robin doesn’t have the guts to do something like that and second of all Robin doesn’t have any powers. How on Earth would he beat him?”

“Umm... Batman doesn’t have powers either.” He made a duh face at you, which you chose to ignore.

“Yeah, well he’s got money, and that’s basically a super power.”

“Let’s be real, Batman isn’t even really a real superhero. He’s just a hero. Period.” 

You huffed, rolling your eyes at the argument. “That’s a whole different story.”

“I’m just saying.” He sang back teasingly.

“And I’m just saying that this is stupid. How did we even get here?” You laughed, trying to remember how this conversation came about.

“Uh, you made the bold choice of saying that the Batman vs. Superman movie was shit. Very controversial by the way.” He frowned at the memory.

You let your bag fall heavily on the library table, earning you a few glares as studying students dug into their books.

You sent an apologetic look before sliding into your seat. “Let’s just get this presentation done. Our presentation date is the 23rd and I don’t even have a clue of what to write it on.”

“Well the topic is influencers that change your life. Do you have anyone in mind?”He asked, flipping through his notebook, which didn’t really have anything but drawings in them.

“Not really, is there anyone for you? I mean influencer is kind of vague isn’t it? We could pick like an athlete too, or a musician. Those are technically influencers right?”

He nodded, resting his chin on his hand. “Yeah. Influencers don’t even have to be famous do they? Like they can just be someone in your life that made a huge impact on you. Like your parents or something.”

“Yeah, I guess. But that’s kind of hard when you’re working in groups. Like you’re not gonna want to talk about my grandma, you know. Like you don’t even know her. It’s probably just easier to use a famous icon.”

“Okay, so who?” He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling like it would give him inspiration. 

“Hmmm... maybe we could do someone like Michael Jackson. Like he may not have affected us personally, but he affected the way that the music and performance was seen afterwards. That’s influential and life changing right?”

“I guess.” He cocked his head, “We could at least start with brainstorming ideas for him and then if we feel like it’s not working we can change it.”

“Cool. I guess we can start with that then.”

And you did. You spent every afternoon for the next week and half with each other in the library, and a little more outside of it.

“That one’s the big dipper.” 

You grinned following his finger, but had more difficulty finding exactly what he saw. 

“How do you know it’s not the little dipper?” You teased, squinting in to the dark, the scattered stars really just looking like paint splatters to you.

“Because that’s the little dipper.” He laughed, moving his index finger slightly to the right.

“Oh.” 

Johnny leaned back into your space, smiling at you look of concentration quickly falling as you gave up.

“Where’s the North Star?” You asked turning to face him, but sucking in a harsh breath when you found your nose just centimeters from his. 

Johnny lowered his voice, whispering and pointing without even turning away, “Right there, it’s the tail of the little dipper.”

It took more effort than you thought to pull away, eyes searching for it.

He leaned back, resting his body weight on his hands. “See it? It’s the brightest one.”

“No,” You pouted scooting forward, as if that would help you see it. “Oh, wait! I see it!”

Johnny couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he saw your face light up.

“Wow.” Suddenly your tone turned more mellow, still in awe. “I’ve always wanted to find the North Star.”

Johnny’s chest rumbled with laughter. “Why?”

“Well you know. They say if you get lost, just follow the North Star home.” You turned to face him, eyes sparkling with excitement, but the sound of your voice had gone quiet, almost somber. The smile on your face faded into a sad smile as you all but whispered your next words. “Now I can go home.”

Johnny frowned next to you, not liking the sudden turn in mood. He sat up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you against his chest.

“What makes you think that you’re not home right now?” He mumbled on the top of your head, staring straight out in the dark.

“I don’t know. I can just feel it, you know? Like I’m just constantly uneasy.” You sighed, digging your face into his jacket. “I think I’ll be able to tell when I get there.”

There was something in Johnny’s chest that suddenly ached, and he felt a sharp drop in his stomach at the thought.

“Maybe you’ll only ever know once you’ve left home.” He muttered, “Then you’ll know that this is actually what it feels like, and it’s so much worse when you leave.”

You stilled against him for a moment before relaxing, mulling over the thought. “That’s so sad though. Why do we only know we’re happy once we’re sad?”

Johnny shook his head slowly. “I don’t know. Why does God make us hurt to only to help us heal?”

The sound of the wind passing through trees was the only thing that comforted you at the thought.

“I don’t want to have to heal, I don’t want to hurt in the first place.” You whisper out, feeling the most vulnerable you had in a long time.

“I’ll never hurt you.” He rubbed at your arms soothingly, feeling a lump in the back of his throat, but he pushed it away not liking the unfamiliar feeling.

“Promise?”

“Of course.”

You let your eyes fall, enjoying just the silence and comfort of each other’s arms and minds.

You woke up wrapped in Johnny’s arms, although it was an unfamiliar feeling you welcomed it with open arms. 

Lost in your thoughts for the time being you were suddenly reminded of the conversation you had a couple nights ago. 

Was this home?

You had never felt so safe before and it scared you. But you weren’t one to run.

“Good morning.” Johnny mumbled out beside you, his morning voice raspy to the ear.

“Morning.” You whispered back, letting his arm flop over your waist.

“Do you like pancakes?” He asked, letting his eyes fall close again.

“Pancakes?” 

“Yeah. Taeyong makes some bomb ass pancakes.” 

You giggled, “Yeah, I like pancakes. Especially bomb ass pancakes.”

But he didn’t move and it was only after you tapped him questioningly did he speak up. “Do you think he’ll bring them up if I yell loud enough?”

You smacked his chest. “Stop it. We should go down.”

“In a bit.” He answered, nose buried deep in the crevice of your neck.

A few minutes later you heard the clinking of kitchen tools from downstairs and you stirred. “Johnny?”

“Hmmm...”

“Johnny. Let’s go.”

“Five more minutes.” He mumbled, but he let you out of his grasp anyways.  

“Fine. I’ll meet you downstairs.” You paused as you passed by the mirror, eyes tracing over the marks on your neck that Johnny had left the night before. You blushed, realizing that you didn’t have anything to cover it up with, but quickly moved on, attempting to find your shorts that were discarded in the frenzy of last night.

“Check under the desk.” Johnny said, sitting up and watching you.

Sure enough that’s where they were, although you weren’t really sure how they managed to get there. 

You shrugged on the last of your clothes, turning to find Johnny doing the same. It took him less than three steps to get to you, landing a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

“Let’s go.”

Taeyong was undoubtedly the closest of Johnny’s frat brothers to you. He had this really calming and sweet aura about him that just made you want to be friends. 

“Good morning Y/N. Blueberry or chocolate?” He asked grinning as he took his eyes off the pan for a second. 

“Blueberry please.” You slid onto the bar across from him. “Do you need any help?”

Johnny rubbed your lower back comfortingly, “No, you don’t want to get in his way. That’s when he loses his temper.” He whispered the last bit to you, but Taeyong obviously heard it, sending a sharp glare at him.

“Only when there are incompetent people in my kitchen.” Taeyong muttered back.

Johnny ignored the comment, shaking his head at you, “I’ll have chocolate.”

“You’ll get what you get.” Taeyong piped at him, still not over Johnny’s teasing, who grinned in response. 

Both of them knew that Johnny was getting chocolate, Taeyong was really bad at being mean.

“Where’s the others?” Johnny asked, sipping on a cup of coffee.

“At school, as they should be because they are college students.” Taeyong answered, sliding a plate towards you. “Enjoy.”

You thanked him and bit into a piece, almost moaning at the taste. “Damn, Johnny told me they were good but I didn’t think it would be this good.”

Johnny swiped a piece from your plate. “What are you talking about? I told you he made bomb ass pancakes.” 

Taeyong slid a plate towards Johnny.

His grin widened. “Thank you. You’re my favorite Taeyong ever.”

“I’m the only Taeyong you know.” He put his hands on his hips. “I should be the favorite.”

Johnny sent a wink in his direction before stabbing a piece. 

“So I was thinking, that little bakery next to the park, do you wanna go? They just opened and I’ve been dying to try it.” Johnny asked around a mouthful of pancake.

“Yeah, sure. That sounds good.” You felt your stomach flutter, you were sure whether it was the pancakes or Johnny, but you had a pretty good guess. 

“Sweet, we can swing by your place first if you want to get a change of clothes or something.” 

You nodded, “Yeah, sounds good.”

“I’m glad that sounds good.” He teased you with a smile.

“Sorry, but it just sounds good. What else do you want me to say?” You pushed back, opting to add another piece into your mouth.

“I don’t know, maybe-”

“Okay, sorry to interrupt your little flirt fest, but can you start that after I leave?” Taeyong asked, making a few pancakes for himself.

“Sorry.” You giggled, sending him a genuine apologetic look.

“I’m not sorry.” Johnny said, shrugging.

You smacked him lightly.

“I’ll take away pancake privileges for a month.” Taeyong quipped, focusing on flipping the pancake.

“Sorry.” Johnny mumbled out under his breath, not one to admit defeat easily.

You laughed at the sight of a pouty Johnny, enjoying the view for the time being.

Waiting for Johnny had become a routine, but honestly you didn’t really mind it. Hanging out on the couch, you had met and befriended quite a few of his frat brothers. 

Currently you were sprawled out on the couch with Jungwoo, who was retelling a very interesting story about his trip to the grocery store last week that involved a cereal box and a banana. Although it was a bit of a reach, you nodded and smiled at the right times, not really following the order of events, or really the importance of them.

“What does the fact that you were wearing- and I quote - ‘an incredibly sick pair of joggers’ have anything to do with your story?” You asked, tilting your head in teasing confusion.

“Oh, it doesn’t. I just thought you should know.” He replied matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Right. And I’m so better off now that I know.” You taunted him, voice dripping in sarcasm.

Jungwoo shot you an annoyed, and yet hurt look, before finishing his story. “And that’s how Johnny found out he was allergic to shellfish.”

“Okay. What the fuck? I’m literally so confused.” You cut him off before he could recount his story again. “I don’t really need to hear it again though. Thanks.”

He whined before laying his legs over yours, giving up.

For a few moments, things were quiet as you checked the time. It had already been thirty minutes, where was he?

You rolled your head to the side, finally focusing on the whiteboard that had what scribbles of writing over it. 

“What’s the tally for?” You asked, scrunching your nose at the whiteboard that was situated on the far wall of the room.

“Hmmm? The tally?” Jungwoo glanced around looking slightly nervous which had you even more curious. “It’s just a game.”

“Game? What game?” You laughed turning back to see the strikes adorning the board. “It looks like Johnny’s winning.”

“Uhh...” Again with the nervous glances.

You giggled, “You’re losing, aren’t you?” The spot under his name had the fewest tallies and you figured that’s why he was being so shy about it.

Jaehyun entered the room, seemingly in a very important conversation by the way that he was speaking animatedly.

“The game’s over on Friday and Johnny’s gonna win.” 

“That’s so stupid. He hasn’t bagged any since Y/N, how is he still gonna win?” Yuta complained all but scowling at the floor, neither of them had yet to notice your presence.

You frowned at the mention of your name, not liking the term ‘bagging’ to be in such close proximity with your name.

“Oh, Mark has a new strike, looks like he finally got Claire into bed.” Yuta continued snorting, “Took him long enough.”

“Wait, what the fuck? How the hell did Taeyong get two strikes?” Jaehyun, squinted at the board.

Yuta snorted, “He had a threesome last night. Can you believe it? This close to the end? It’s like he’s actually trying to compete now.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You muttered, effectively catching their attention.

“Y/N.” Jaehyun breathed out, eyes wide and darting between you and Jungwoo who was obviously trying to get them to stop talking. “Hey... what’s up? When did you get here?”

“Ummm.... no. What the fuck is going on?”

“What do you mean?” Jaehyun cocked his head, doing his best to pretend like he wasn’t panicking.

“No, I don’t want your bullshit. Just tell me what this game is.” You were using anger to hide your fear. You could feel the pounding of your heart in your head, a throbbing sensation that gave way to a sinking feeling of realization. 

At that moment, when his eyes finally met yours. Not Jaehyun’s, not Yuta’s, but Johnny’s as he walked in the room with that fucking stupid smile you felt your last will got out the window. It was at that moment that everything came crashing down. 

“Y/N, please can’t we just talk?” Johnny chased after you, begging you to turn around.

“You promised.”

Johnny’s heart dropped at your words, and his chest started closing in in fear. The burning feeling in his throat had him choking, panicking in belated realization.

It wasn’t just the words that you said, it was the way that you said it. So defeated, so broken. So betrayed.

“You promised that you wouldn’t hurt me. Do you remember that? Did you even mean that?” You felt the tears brimming, and you fought the best you could to keep them down. But your wobbling voice let him know.

“Of course I meant it.” He answered breathlessly. “You know me, I don’t say things that I don’t mean.”

“Do I? Do I know you?” You huffed out. “Because I really thought you were someone different.”

“No, I- I’m still me. I’m still Johnny. I just...”

“You just what? You just lied about our entire relationship? If it was even that, because I was just another tally to you wasn’t I? Just another tally on a stupid whiteboard for a stupid game.” 

You choked back the tears that were burning in your throat, not bothering to wipe at the ones that managed to escape.

“You know what hurts the most? I actually thought you liked me. I actually thought that you meant all those things that you said to me.”

“I did mean it. I meant every single word, and I still do. Nothing was a lie, my feelings were real. Please just listen to me, I can explain.” He stepped closer, but you took a step back, keeping the distance.

“Explain what? I already heard everything for myself. What are you gonna say, that Jaehyun and Yuta were lying? Hmmm? That it wasn’t a game? That that’s not the reason that you approached me?”

“I...” He couldn’t find any words, because you were right. Every single word that you said was right. He struggled to catch his breath, panicking. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I love you. I need you. I can’t- I can’t imagine life without you.”

“That’s not enough.” You clenched your jaw, face going slack. It was as if you were losing the will to even be heartbroken over this.

“Please, I-I’ll do anything, what do you want me to do?” He begged, eye brows nearly touching as they furrowed.

“I don’t want anything from you, just stay away from me.” You mumbled out, avoiding his eyes.

“Baby, please.”

“Don’t fucking call me that, I’m not yours, I never was.” You snapped at him, backing away.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled under his breath and he wasn’t sure if it was meant for you or himself.

“So I’m kinda going rogue here. I know you already hate me, but try not to hate me anymore than you already do.”

Johnny didn’t look anywhere except for you.

The professor seemed to humor him, allowing one of his favorite students to continue with an amused smile on his face.

You on the other hand did not. 

You stared at Johnny with a straight face, trying your best to not look flustered.

“The whole point of this assignment was to find someone that changed our lives. But my partner and I struggled to find someone. It’s not that we didn’t have great people around us, its not even that we don’t have people that we admired. It was because no one we came up with really seemed genuine to us. But I found someone. I finally found someone that I could trust, that I let in. But I did something really stupid and fucked it up- excuse my language.”

You watched him stand behind the podium, looking smaller than he ever did.

“You know, before I met you I didn’t think that my life needed changing. I thought I was doing just fine. But then I realized that I wasn’t. I was struggling to even feel normal, to feel like I was living for something. Y/N you helped me find home. Remember when I said that you only understand that you were already home until you lose it? Well I feel it now. And it feels like shit.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, a feeling in the back of your throat burning.

“Y/N. You’re the person who changed my life. And I don’t even deserve that. But I’m here, standing in front of you like a fool because I’m whining about losing the best thing that ever happened to me.” 

For a moment you thought he was done, because the silence was deafening.

“Even if you sill hate me after this, I want you to know that you mean more to me than anything else. You are the person that changed my life. You are my person, and I want so badly to be yours.”

There was a beat of silence as he ended abruptly, taking a seat on the other side of the room, eyes still locked on you.

Your professor stood up with a clap. “Well, thank you Johnny for that... interesting presentation.” A wide smile was still on his face despite his word choice. “I guess we should end on that then. Second batch of presentations is on Friday, please be prepared.”

The students of your class stood, shuffling out the exit, voices murmuring to each other. 

You sat on the bench outside your lecture hall, watching as Johnny made his way nervously to you.

“You’re an idiot.” You told him as he approached you, bottom lip wobbling against your will. Eventually you broke. “But you’re my idiot.”

Johnny felt a drop of relief in his stomach as he felt like his heart would burst.

“You’ve totally botched our presentation by the way. If we fail it it’s on you.” You shoved him away teasingly.

Johnny grinned, throwing his arm over your shoulder. 

“Yeah? Well, I think we did better than you think. I think that things are gonna turn out just fine.”

(sorry, i was supposed to write a full angst, but i couldn’t help myself.)

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Len’s Thunderbirds Drabbles

I’ve grouped all my lil bits of Thunderbirds writing from this blog (and a couple off John’s, but only from asks) and put them together on A03 for anyone who wants some quick bro feels! List of drabbles under the cut.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30550812

1. “C'mon, let’s get you cleaned up." - In which John is exhausted and muddy, but it's ok, cause Virgil's there for him 2. “I don’t want to be alone.” - In which John has a heart to heart with Alan on the subject of loneliness 3. “I should have told you, I know.”  - In which Gordon has some very wrong assumptions about the John&Penny BroTP 4. “Please, just let me carry you.” - John is injured in the field, his leg bleeding, but he's always got good ol' reliable Virgil there to lean on 5. How does it feel to have your Dad back? - John's thoughts on his Father's safe return from Alpha Centari 6. John's 'Filing' System - John's out of commission and Scott's getting frustrated trying to decipher his brother's notes about the accident. It's lucky that Alan, at least, knows how to speak John. 7. Don't Call Me Johnny - John's thoughts on nicknames might not all be bad. 8. Who’d Have Thought? - John gets a baby randomly deposited on him. It reminds him of taking care of Alan. 9. Priority One - Alan takes Scott rock climbing. They have a heart to heart about how scary space is. 10. Finding His Father - A Pre-S3 take on Alan's reaction to him and his brother's finding Jeff. 11. John VS Gravity - John works too hard, even when he's badly feeling the effects of gravity. Scott freaks out. Virgil is a voice of reason as always. 12. The Goose Incident - Gordon-centric crack. A goose stows away on Thunderbird Four, which gets loose and runs around the villa. Chaos ensues trying to catch it. 13. The Chicken Incident - Gordon's grand chicken theft (also crack) 14. Blinded - Virgil gets temporarily blinded on a rescue, but he doesn't tell anyone until he almost gets hurt. 15. Star Baby - A few soft Little!Alan drabbles. 16. That Looks Like it Hurts - Alan's going through some bullying at Wharton and John is not having it. 17. Family Photo - They all have a copy on a keychain. 18. Tea - John's tea addiction comes from Penny. 19. Alexander - My thought's on Penelope's canonical younger brother. 20. Oxford - A snippet of John and Penny's friendship during John's year out at Oxford. 21. Virgil-Breaker - Because Virgil got off too lightly after his crash in Earthbreaker. 22. Solarkythera - In which John is a space nerd and Scott saves him from Alan being a bit of a brat 23. Kansas - Memories of Home 24. International Rescue Blue - Gordon gets mad at John for being emotionless after their Father's disappearance, but John and Gordon are more alike than they think. 25. Chocolate Pancakes - Mom's gone but, to little Gordon, John's the next best thing. 26. A Recorded Message - Alan plays back an old recording of John when he's lonely. 27. Squirrels - A tiny drabble about John doing Lectures for Universities and making some ginger friends. 28. Strength - John’s never going to be as strong as Virgil, but he's definitely not weak. 29. Handsfree CPR - John's heart gives out in space and Eos has to use the electronics in his suit to get it started again. 30. You Don't Even Feel Real Anymore - Alan hates how far away John seems, up in space. 31. Harvard Bully - John's been beaten up by someone at a lecture and Virgil is furious about it. 32. The Space Camp Invite - John gets an invite to go to Space Camp. Jeff is the proudest Dad in the world. 33. A Moment - John and a sleepy Alan are tucked on the sofa together. 34. No Grave to Visit - It's the boy's first Father's day without their Father. 35. Post-Eos - Scott calls to check his brother is ok, and finds John battered and exhausted. 36. Books - Thought's on the boy's reading habits. 37. Worst Nightmares - The Tracy's having bad dreams.

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- 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗑 𝖸/𝖭

- 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁-𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍

- 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝗇𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝗈𝗅

- 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 2245

- 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾: 1) 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖸/𝖭 𝗍𝗈 𝖥𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 2) 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌, 3) 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾, 4) 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍.

- 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴: 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖥𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 - "𝘉𝘶𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴."

The warm summer air hits your face as soon as you step out the plane door. You and Johnny walk hand in hand to the bus that takes you to customs. “I never thought France would be so warm in the summer?” You proclaim, slightly astonished at the heat. “I know, me too! I’ve always thought France’s weather is like England but with less rain but apparently not.” He replies as he swings your hand back and forth as you go. The bus feels even more packed than the plane. Every passenger is crammed in like a sardine. This bus is a standing bus only, so someone’s backpack prods you in the side and a small child almost topples over as the bus swerves across the tarmac. It makes you squirm closer to your boyfriend to escape the crowd. You wonder why the driver is so vicious with his turns as you begin to feel a tad nauseous.

Before you know it, you’ve arrived at the French Immigration desks and are speeding through check ins with Johnny by your side. After explaining at length to the officer that you and Johnny are there for a holiday only, you claim your bags and both hop in a taxi to the hotel. Johnny had chosen the hotel, since this vacation was his gift to you for your anniversary. You’d expected something modest, maybe a cute family-run French hotel overlooking the Seine, not the 5 star marble-floored luxurious hotel that stood in front of you, however you weren’t complaining.

Once you’ve checked in, Johnny puts his warm large hands over your eyes. “W-what are you doing?” You ask, him making you slightly flustered. “You can’t see this part, it’s a surprise! Once we get to the room I’ll remove my hands and you can see what I have to show you.” He says, you can hear the giddiness in his voice. You obey his commands as he shuffles you from the lobby, to the elevator, and to the room all with your vision shielded. You hear the electric lock on the door click open and see the light that sheds through Johnny’s fingers. He positions you in the middle of the room.

“You can open your eyes now.” He says, removing his hands from your face and brushing a few strands of hair away from your eyes. “Happy anniversary!” The first thing you see is the hotel bed, freshly made with pink flower petals and delicate fairy lights neatly placed on top. In the middle lies a small multitude of assorted pink gift bags and pink boxes with bows on top. Your eyes light up and you swirl around to face your now blushing boyfriend. “Thank you so much!” He pulls you into a warm tight embrace and kisses your head. Once you release, he pulls your face towards him and smothers it in kisses. “I love you so much” he admits, “I love you so much too.” After you’re done smothering each other in affection you turn to the mound of gifts waiting for you on the bed.

You rummage through the gifts, like a kid in a candy shop, you treasure each and every thing there is to offer. You pull out a glossy blue prada handbag, delicate jewel encrusted earrings, a silky red dress (“you can wear that tonight.” Johnny had said with a twinkle in his eye, you’d replied “to where?” and he’d only winked in return), a pair of balenciaga trainers, a sneaky unopened box of who knows what from Victoria’s Secret, and an unopened box from Tiffany’s. You’d saved the best ‘til last.

“Care to explain these?” You taunt, as Johnny stands proud next the bed, hands in pockets, and hair tousled to the side. “You’ll have to open them and see, babygirl.” He replies, staring deep into your eyes. You couldn’t resist and turned back to the presents sat before you. You open the VS box first, lifting off the lid and unfolding the ruffled tissue paper. A pair of white lacy underwear lies folded in the box, a note placed with it reading “For tonight x.” Your insides heat at the thought and in shock you look up at Johnny with wide eyes and move on to the Tiffany’s box next to you.

You and Johnny had been together for two years now, both of you had never been so happy than when you spend time together. All of your memories together are sweet like honey and your future ahead feels rosy and inviting. You open the unassuming box, to reveal a silver ring with a glittery diamond peeking out. Johnny lowers himself to one knee and you meet his eyes in shock. One hand comes up to cover your mouth as he says the words. “Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?” You struggle to get the words out. This beautiful man had made you happy for the last two years and his last words had made you a blubbering mess. Tears left your eyes as you choke out the words, smile on your face. “Yes, of course I will!”

He takes the ring out of the box that’s in your hand and slips it onto your finger, he stands up and pulls you up off the bed, pulling your legs round his waist and arms round his neck. He spins you round and round, you feel giddy and never want this feeling to leave.

After your swarm of emotions, Johnny had you get all ready and dressed up in the silky red dress he’d so generously provided. He’d dressed up himself too and you both made your way to the secret place Johnny had planned for you. After the taxi drive to a quaint romantic building, he leads you inside and immediately up swirling marble steps in the lobby. After that, he takes you to a lift and closes the doors. The metal box rises to the roof of the building and the doors open to a beautiful tiled eating area. A laid table is surrounded by hanging plants draped with fairy lights and tea lights guide the way in candle holders. With one had around your back, your boyfriend guides you to the table and pulls a chair out for you to sit down.

From your seat you can see the whole of Paris sprawled out ahead, each building’s lights twinkling for miles. You turn your head to face your smiling boyfriend and reach out to grasp his hand. “It’s so beautiful, it’s unreal.” You gasp out, thoroughly in awe. “Well, of course, I had to take my beautiful girl to such a beautiful place. After all, it is our 2nd year anniversary, I had to make sure when I propose it was extra special.” His thumb circles the back of your hand, his comforting gesture.

“You don’t know how much you mean to me, baby. I’ve known for so long I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I just had to find the right way to express it. I wanted to make you feel special? Do you feel as precious as you are?” his kind words bring a heat to your cheeks and warm your heart. “It’s indescribable how precious I feel. You make me feel like I’m the only one for you. You do things for me you would never do for others and I can feel your love through all of your kind acts and kind words. I love you more than I can express.” Johnny has never had a bigger more contented smile on his face. He leans forward over the table and kisses you with passionate force, he didn’t know he could love someone so much.

Dinner flies past and you enjoy each other’s company to the fullest, you end the night giddy on expensive champagne and each other’s love. By the time you get back to the hotel room, you can’t keep your hands off each other. As soon as you close the door behind yourselves Johnny has you pressed up against the door and his hand is making a way up the skirt of your dress. You let his hand roam over your body and you kiss him tenderly. You pause the action and turn with your back to him, pointing at the zipper or the dress. His body replies by pulling the zip down with one hand and massaging a boob with the other. After your dress falls to the floor you are quick to rid Johnny of his shirt, frantically unbuttoning the buttons with him. Soon, his chiselled abs are revealed, etched into his caramel skin as if carved into marble. He gently pushes you down onto the bed, admiring the way your boobs bounce in the new lingerie he’d bought.

“You’re so sexy in lace, you’re so sexy in general baby girl. Are you going to show how good you can be for me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You say as you position your bum towards him. He has a full view of your assets in those panties, “you look delectable baby.” He adds whilst pulling the fabric to the side. To test, he gently pushes a finger into your sopping hole and continues sheathing himself until he is knuckle deep. “You’re so wet, doll. Look at you, all worked up, and just for me.” He curls his finger upwards for good measure earning a moan from you and then pulls his finger out. You feel empty at this exit and whip your head backwards to see what he’s doing.

Johnny pulls out his long hard cock from his trousers and gives it a few pumps before pulling out a condom from his back pocket and gliding it on to himself. “You’re so long, Daddy. Are you going to make me feel good?” You ask with an innocent look on your face. “Yes baby, I’m going to use you all up and make you cum so hard you won’t know your name.” He replies with a smirk as he returns to his position behind you. You turn back around just as you feel him pull the lace to the side again and line himself up. The tip of his cock against your entrance makes the hot nerves smart and you’re already so needy for him.

He grips the side of your hip with his large hands and eases himself into you, groaning as he makes his way between your walls. You let out a gasp as he bottoms out and involuntarily you clench around his thick cock. After what feels like minutes but is probably seconds, Johnny starts thrusting in and out of your slick hole. You feel every vein of his large member as he pulls himself inwards. He uses your hips to stabilise himself as he gains speed, snapping your ass up towards him and hitting just the right spot deep inside of you. You let out a strangled cry as his cock head nuzzles your g-spot and you see white at the corner of your vision.

Johnny is hooked on the feeling of your tight entrance spasmatically clenching around him; he loves the way you fit just right for him and are so warm and tight on his cock. He is drunk on the sight of you loving the way he thrusts into you, the way your cheeks are all flushed with desire and how your eyes roll back into your head when he hits just right spot.

You feel yourself nearing as he roughly pushes all of himself into you, all of his length filling you up to maximum capacity. He’s so long and he uses all of his length and girth to make you feel heavenly, like you’re on another plane of existence. “Come on baby, can you cum all over my cock? Are you going to make a mess and look so pretty for me?” He coos as he feels his balls tighten and his end draw near. “Y-yes Daddy, you make me feel so good!” You exclaim, moans breaking up the words. Johnny speeds up his pace, he hears the slaps of skin as he feels so unexplicably close. With one last thrust he spills his seed into the condom with a loud grunt and grips onto your thighs with great strength as his orgasm rips through him.

At the sound of his orgasmic moan you tip over the edge and feel the blinding heat in your innards release. A great wave washes over you and you let out a scream at the feeling. Your whole body tenses and shakes as you cum so hard around his cock. After you both have calmed down from your highs, he very slowly pulls himself out of you and disposes of the condom. Whilst in the bathroom he soaks a washcloth and returns to the bedroom to clean you up.

He strips you of the sodden lacy panties and opens your legs before gently cleaning your folds of your own orgasm. You look up at him with such love and bliss in your eyes and he just about melts at the sight. “Thank you, my dear fiancée.” You say, completely enamoured with him. “You’re welcome, baby. Thank you too, you so graciously let me make you feel good and I repay by cleaning you up.” He replies; now passing the washcloth over your inner thighs. “You’re so kind.”

✰ 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀! ✰

𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍! 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗂𝗍'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗑𝗈𝗑𝗈

𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 @cherriigguk 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋! 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋 ❁