#if johnny's such an asshole then why are you friends with him huh?

[mrfunnyinthebank]

the narrator of this song is definitely sleeping with Johnny's girlfriend as a way to indirectly share intimacy with Johnny. he wants Johnny to put his hands on him so fucking bad, he doesn't even care if it's to smash his face in

[harrietswriting]

Can you do a Johnny Cade x fem reader where it’s basically the drive in scene and he defends her from dally? Thank you!!!

an: Thank you for the request!! I used Marely for the friend's name. This is 1.3k words... I got carried away. Also, I literally took out my copy of the outsiders to try to make the scene semi-accurate

Tw: Dallas😥, swearing, cigarette mentioned, not fully proof-read(sorry) warning for Dallas again

Johhny Cade x fem!reader

He defends you from Dally at the Drive-in

"Come on! We gotta find seats before all the good ones are taken!" Marely tells you eagerly as she pulls you away from her car.

"Why can't we just stay in your car? It's freezing out here." You hug your arms around yourself as the two of you walk towards the seats.

She shrugs. "Can't meet cute guys in my car."

You sigh. "I mean, you're not wrong." Marely smiles. The two of you don't have to walk around much longer before you find some seats with a good view. You seat down next to her.

The movie was a few minutes in and you were trying to pay attention and catch up to what's happening. You almost don't notice when three boys sit behind the two of you, but you definitely noticed when one of them started talking real dirty, real loud. You had a feeling whoever it was was trying to get some reaction out of you and Marely, so you tried to ignore it. You did however look at Marely from the side of your eye, trying to communicate "ew, what the hell?" She looked back and you could tell she was not loving it either. Then someone's feet were put on your chair, and you had it.

You turn around and are not surprised when you see the infamous prick, Dallas Winston. "Excuse me, get your feet off my chair." You made sure to express disgust.

"Who's gonna make me?" He smirks, not moving his feet. This asshole-

Marely turns around now. "Leave us alone, will ya?" She's not having it either. You glance over at the other boys he's with, hoping they don't start too, but they don't look the type. One likes real young, and the other, gosh he's cute, looks kinda timid. You look back at the hood with his feet still on your chair.

"Yeah, be nice and leave us alone." You add.

He grinned. "I'm never nice, baby. Want a coke?"

The audacity! "Oh, go to hell, hood!" You say angrily.

Surprisingly, he actually got up and walked away. You look back at the other boys. "Don't you guys start too," you warn them.

"Oh- we weren't gonna!" The younger looking one says. The other boy nods and adds, "sorry bout him."

"Oh, it's fine." Right before you can turn back around and enjoy the movie, Marely decides to be social.

"Say, what are your names?" She asks them, and suddenly it feels rude to look away.

"Ponyboy Curtis." The younger one says.

"Aw that's cute, and really weird. I love it." Marely smiles. You don't waste time thinking about why anyone would name their child that because you're too focused on learning the name of the cute boy.

"I'm Johnny Cade." He says. You smile.

"How old are you ...guys?" Phew, great save there on your part.

"I'm 14 and Johnny's 16." Ponyboy answers.

Hehe that's an appropriate age for you to date.

The four of you talk for a little, well, mainly Ponyboy and Marely. You learn that the four of you go to the same school and learn more than you'd ever need to know about a stranger's brothers. Wow, Ponyboy was talkative, but that's okay.

Unfortunately, this fun chatting is cut short when Dallas comes back with two cokes in his hands. He hands one the Marely who, surprisingly takes it and drinks it. You look at her in disbelief. She shrugs.

"This might cool you off." He hands one to you as well then sits down next to you. He lights a cigarette and winks at you.

So, naturally, you do what any rational person would do and dump the coke on him. "This might cool you off! Stop being a jerk and I'll cool off too."

He, unfortunately, doesn't seem fazed. He wipes off his face with his jacket sleeve and grins dangerously. "Fiesty, huh? That's how I like 'em." He starts to put his arm around you but Johnny reaches out and stops him.

"Leave her alone, Dal," he says.

"Huh?" He's mad.

"You heard me, leave her alone." Johnny repeats. You can't help the bit of heat that rushes to your cheeks as you watch him.

Dallas scoffs and stands up, angrily walking off with his fists shoved in his pockets. Later, loser.

You look back at Johnny. "Thank you." You say as sweetly as you can.

"Oh, you're welcome." He's real shy. And that's adorable.

"Why don't y'all come sit up here with us? I'm hurting my neck lookin back like this." Marely suggests.

The boys smile and excitedly look at eachother then agree. As they move to your row, you're hoping that Johnny sits next to you. He does (yay!) and Ponyboy sits between the two of you.

You smile at Johnny when he sits down, and he smiles back. Boy, did you get butterflies.

Suddenly a hand comes down on Johnny's shoulder, paired with a deep voice saying: "Okay, greasers, you've had it!"

You get scared for a moment before you hear laughing and Ponyboy says, "Glory, Two-Bit, don't scare us like that!"

Two-Bit sits down next to Marely. "These your grandmas?" He jokes with a grin on his face.

"Great aunts actually." Marely says. Two-Bit laughs. You glance at Johnny again, and he's already looking at you. So, you blush and quickly look away, then proceed to mentally flip the fuck out. Then, you get a fantastic idea.

"Hey, you guys want anything from the concession stand?" You ask Marely, her new crush, and Ponyboy.

"Yes! Another coke please." Marely smiles.

Two-Bit digs in his back pocket for change. "You mind getting a popcorn for me and Pony?"

"Sure." You smile and graciously accept his 2 quarters and dime.

"Dime's for her coke." He says.

You smile and glance and Marely. "Alright." Then you look back at Johnny. "Will you come with me?"

He seems a little surprised, but he nods. "Yeah, sure."

"Great. C'mon." You stand up and so does he. Together, you walk to the concession stand.

The two of you make small talk as you walk over there. You tell him a bit about yourself and he tells you that he's been friends with Ponyboy, Dallas, and Two-Bit a long time. You keep talking as you stand in line, and as you grab the popcorn, as he grabs a coke and hands it to you, as he grabs another soft drink, and as you pay, as he pays, as you walk back to your friends, as you hand them the coke and popcorn, as you sit back down, and as he hands you the soft drink he bought, the same kind you had mentioned liking while you'd been talking.

"Oh, you didn't have to." You smile happily.

"Yeah.. but I wanted to." He smiles back bashfully.

You look at the bottle in your hands, smile still on your face, as you try to build up the courage to make some sort of move.

You shiver because it has only gotten more chilly out. Yes, you've been freezing this whole time, though, Johnny had been distracting you from that. He must notice you shiver, because he takes of his denim jacket, hesitate for a moment, then puts it over your shoulders.

You blush then look at him and smile. "Thank you, Johnny."

"Don't mention it. Um," he swallows, "would you ever want to.. hang out sometime?" He asks nervously. He looks up from his hands to meet your eyes.

Your cheeks heat up for the millionth time as butterflies swarm your stomach. You nod.

"I'd love to."

an: guys did I eat? 😋 this took over 3 hours what the flip. Please send more requests, lovies!!!

[the-atlas-sister]

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ (Older!Damian Wayne x Older!Reader)

Warnings!: drinking, vulgar language, hungover behavior

You didn't intend to get hammered while attending your boyfriend's birthday party, but here you were.

After hearing comment after comment from Damian's rich friends about how you weren't good enough or their snide comments on your status or figure, you just decided, fuck it.

"Ahaha, I think you've had enough," Jonathan said, pulling the glass from your hands. He was the one friend of Damian's that hadn't be verbally ridiculing you throughout the night.

"Noooo, Johnny," you whined, reaching for the glass as he held it farther from you. "Please, I just need one more." You're eyes widened as a waiter walked by the two of you with a whole new tray of drinks. "Or five." You grinned like a madman as you grabbed another glass.

"Okay, y/n, y/n."

"Hm?" Your eyes followed Jonathan as he snapped his fingers. He laughed nervously at your state.

"You just turned 21, you need to stop drinking," he said, smiling awkwardly at your flushed drunk cheeks. "Especially because if you don't Damian might blame me and kill me," he added, pulling your tenth or so drink from your hands.

"Johnny, you're like, Superman," you not-so-whispered, leaning forward for emphasize.

"OH HO HO- yep, that's enough," Jonathan said loudly, sweat beginning to bead on his brow at your words. "We're just saying things now, huh?" Due to his panic he didn't notice you snatch the drinks from his grasp. "Y/n please," he sighed as you downed both drinks.

"Dude, it's good," you slurred, leaning on the boy. "I'm good bro."

"I do not think you're not so forgiving boyfriend would agree," Jonathan said, wrapping an arm around you gently. You felt comfortable, like he was protecting you. "Shot, speaking of which-"

"Dami!" you cheered, noticing your seething boyfriend approaching the two of you. "Hi baby," you slurred, pulling yourself from Jonathan and leaning on Damian.

"What the hell is wrong with her, Kent?" he hissed, holding you close. His question was quickly answered although as the smell of alcohol hit his nose. "Have you been drinking?" He looked down at your flushed face.

"So much!" you said, emphasizing every word. "Did you know, that if you drink, the voices of every single asshole in here, just kind of... floats away? Why did you even hang out with them?"

"Because they're not friends, they are business partners, darling," Damian answered, looking down at you with worried filled eyes. "Just ignore them."

You pouted at him before looking around. Even in your drunk state, you could see the looks the rest of the guests were giving you.

"You know what, I gotta say something," you slurred, pushing away from Damian.

"Wait, no," Jonathan began.

"Y/n, darling, there is nothing you need to say-"

"Hey, all of you!" you yelled, stumbling to the center of the room. You felt your face hear up as everyones eyes landed on your figure. "I don't give a shit what any of you say! I love this man!" You pointed a shaky finger at Damian, making him look at the ground and place a hand on his forehead. "Happy birthday baby! I love the way your nose crinkles all grumpy-like when you pout. I love how beautiful your paintings look and how much you care about animals. I love the way your beautiful eyes sparkle when you smile. I love how you look when you're focused, how your eyebrows crinkle and you hunch over, despite how much you bother me about my posture. I love how hot you look when you smirk and how good you fuck me-"

"OKAY!" Damian interrupted, rushing towards you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the ground.

"He fucks me so good!" you called as you were pulled through the halls of Wayne manor. "Dami, where are we going?" you asked as you noticed the change of setting.

"You're going to bed," Damian said, his face a deep red.

"Nooooo," you whined, watching as your boyfriend pulled you into his lavish bedroom. "Please, noooo. I want to go back to the party."

"You don't need to go back to the party," Damian stated, sitting you down onto his bed.

You watched in your druken state as he gently pulled off your shoes, holding your legs softly as he did. You stared at him as if in some sort of trance, falling deeper in love as he treated you with so much love and care.

"You treat me so well," you cooed as he put you shoes aside. "I love you so much." You allowed the man to rest you against the plush pillows of his bed.

"I love you too, beloved," Damian said, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Now get some sleep."

***

"Holy shit," you groaned, sitting up within a bed you didn't recognize.

"Good morning beloved," Damian's voice chimed through the air.

"Shhhhhhh," you said, throwing the covers back over your head. "Too loud." Damian chuckled slightly and you felt the bed lower as he sat down. "What happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" Damian asked, pulling away the cover gently. He handed you a large cup of water, which you reluctantly took.

"Oh god, what did I do?" you groaned, holding your head in your free hand.

"You may have announced how well I make love to you in front of my family, friends and business partners," Damian stated.

"Oh god, oh god sweetie," you said, throwing your head back. "I'm so sorry, you must be so upset with me."

"Oh very, but that's something for after you’re no longer hungover," Damian said, kissing the side of your neck lovingly.

"You treat me too well."

"I know beloved."

[4everhyucks]

NOXIOUS — teaser

PAIRING. na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRE. smut, slight angst, college au

WORD COUNT. tba, most likely to be around 7k?

SYNOPSIS. jaemin is your best friend.. that’s what you would introduce him as. everything between the both of you changed in the blink of an eye. the once sweet and caring friend was gone, all that’s left is someone you could barely recognise.

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after greeting johnny, he takes a puff of his joint as he starts rambling about what happened earlier. something related to drunk haechan pushing renjun into the pool along with his girlfriend, which results in mark laughing really loudly, saying he wishes he was there to witness it in person.

while listening in on the funny stories they both had to share, you spot the boy that you have been desperately trying to search for by the stairs, avoiding your gaze when your eyes lands on him. you hesitate for a moment before leaving mark and johnny without any explanation.

now you’re confident that jaemin is in fact avoiding you because you see him walk off after making eye contact with you. you start to pick up your pace, catching up to him, grabbing onto the end of his sleeve. you say his name, loud enough for him to hear you, “please just tell me what’s wrong.. talk to me.”

“let go.” he says sternly, not even turning around to look at you.

you sigh, trudging to stand in front of him, fingers still lingering on his sleeve. “no seriously what’s your problem jaem? you’ve been avoiding me after the hangout, leaving me on seen and now you’re not even talking to me,” you glare at him, clearly annoyed by how he’s been treating you today. you didn’t want to admit it but you’re sad too, wondering what you did for him to act like this.

jaemin scoffs, “what’s my problem? i didn’t know we had a problem to begin with,” he knows he shouldn’t be giving you the silent treatment or being an asshole in general when its his own problem to begin with, it never was your fault. the way this conversation could probably end the friendship didn’t even pop up in his mind at all until he blurted, “why don’t you go back to being the whore you were huh? isn’t that all you’re good for?“

the loud party music that blasted throughout the place was all you could hear ever since you stepped in the house, but everything get blocks out when you hear those words come out of jaemin’s mouth. sometimes jaemin could be mean, very mean. but he knew his limits, your limits. there’s ringing in your ears, tears pooling your eyes. you wouldn’t categorise yourself as weak, or sensitive. but when it came down to jaemin, you always felt twice the amount of what you would normally feel. you were twice as happy when you’re having fun with him, singing karaoke, playing in the arcade, dyeing each other’s hair. you were twice as angry when he pissed you off, the multiple times he picked you up extremely late when you were in a hurry for your part-time job but then again he means so much to you, you always forgave him when he apologised.

now he had hurt you twice as much. you wonder why his words stung so much, this wasn’t the first time he called you a whore, maybe because he didn’t look like he was joking. you pray that when you lift your head up to look at him you would be met with a jaemin that’s smirking at you, telling you he was just kidding. only you don’t. you don’t see any sparkle in his eyes like they usually do, they’re dark and he’s not smiling.

you blinked the tears away, trying your best to not seem frail, going quiet before cursing at him, “…fuck you jaemin.”

[stratossphere]

attention | j.k

for once, you’re drunk and johnny isn’t, and you’re a needy drunk.

warnings: reader is super drunk, knoxville is unimpressed, fluff <3

word count: 3k

a/n: i’m obsessed with whiny reader and i can’t help it i’m sorry!!!!

taglist: @asskickedbygirl @kristinee @lizey-thornberry @faceache111 (lmk if you want to be added!)

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Being drunk in a room full of people who weren't really drunk was fucking miserable. Sure, everyone was probably a little tipsy, but you’d been out with your other friends right before getting to Johnny's house for what was turning out to be the first actually casual work get-together in all of Jackass history, so no one was anywhere close to your level.

And, to make things worse, when you got drunk, you got touchy. Johnny was sitting next to you on one of the couches, but there was a good amount of distance between you, and he was currently completely entrapped in a conversation with Jeff about technical Jackass stuff, which meant that he was paying you zero attention.

He was also wearing the leather jacket with the red, white, and blue stripes, which wasn't helping much either.

"Yo. You want another beer?" You were jolted out of your little pity party by a hand hitting your shoulder, and you looked up with a deep frown to see Dave standing above you. The only benefit to Johnny not paying any attention to you was that there was no one to cut you off when you clearly needed it. A grin formed on your face.

"Why yes I would." You accepted, trying to keep your voice composed so that you didn't sound as drunk as you actually were. Dave nodded and headed off in the direction of the kitchen, just as you got up on your knees and leaned over the side of the couch so that you were close to where Bam, Steve-O, and Ryan were sitting on the floor playing cards and arguing adamantly. "Whatcha doing?"

"Jesus. Your breath smells like a liquor bomb." Bam groaned as he dipped his head away from you, making a face as he shielded his cards from your view like you were any part of whatever game they were playing.

"Well, you'll have to excuse me. I've already been to three bars today." You said dryly, narrowing your eyes as you finally caught a look at his hand. With context telling you that they were playing poker, you winced. "Damn. Shitty hand."

"Y/n." Bam shoved you slightly, and with all of the alcohol in your system you almost went tumbling forward right over the arm of the couch. You looked back momentarily so that you could hook one foot on Johnny's leg to keep yourself from falling before you smacked Bam in the back of the head, to which he just swung right back with a glower on his face. "Go blow Knoxville, you fuckin' asshole."

"Dude. Gross." Steve-O protested, kicking Bam from where he was sitting across from him. That earned him a kick right back, and then they were going back and forth hard enough for Bam’s back to slam back against the couch. Ryan ducked away from the fighting, taking the opportunity to get to your point of view so that he could look at Bam's cards before quickly sitting back.

"Should I even be giving you this?" Suddenly Dave was next to you again, and he was giving you a skeptical look as you turned slightly on your side so that you could look at him. You scoffed.

"Um, yes. I am fine." You reassured him in a voice that certainly didn’t sound fine, taking the beer before he could make his decision on whether or not he was going to give it to you. Before you even moved an inch towards popping the tab, suddenly you were being pulled back forcefully by the belt loop of your jeans, and you turned around in indignant shock to see Johnny's knowing stare trained directly on you.

"You're fine, huh?" With a quick look to the side, you realized that Jeff had moved on to talking to Spike and Pontius, leaving Johnny's attention completely open to realizing how drunk you were. It didn't help that you were literally keeping yourself from falling over by holding onto him with your foot. "Give me that."

"But—"

"I wasn't asking." And then he was pulling you completely away from your end of the couch, getting you close enough to where he could snatch the beer out of your hand and put it on the side table that was right next to him before he forced you to sit down.

"You're so lame. First, you completely ignore me, now you're stealing my beers." You complained as you deflated next to him, crossing your arms in a pout as your shoulder hit his. He let out a chuckle of disbelief.

"Oh, my poor girl. You think you're gonna survive?" He teased, his arm shifting so that he could put it around your shoulders. You keened to his touch despite your disdain for his reprimanding, as it was exactly what you’d been craving since you’d arrived.

"No. I wanna cuddle." You complained, resting your cheek against his shoulder and reaching your hand up to his cheek so that you could hold his head against yours. The liquor and beer in your system was clearly numbing your awareness to the rest of the room, as you normally wouldn't be caught dead being even close this touchy in front of all of your friends, but he just smelled so good and you knew that even if he wasn't explicitly letting on, he always ate that shit up.

"Holy shit." He slowly peeled your hand off of his face, leaning back slightly to look you in the eyes. You knew he was checking to see if you were visibly on drugs as well as being drunk (which you weren't, for the record), and you widened them dramatically to make it easier for him. "What were they giving you at that club?"

"Irish car bombs." You boasted, flexing your arm as you remembered how impressed your other friends had been with the quick rate at which you’d gone through five consecutively. It was always fun to show off in front of people that weren't on the Jackass level of bad decisions. "Not that many though, babe. I swear."

"What, like three?" Even that number seemed to irk him. You froze slightly, because he really wasn't going to like being informed that it had actually been five, and then a couple of whiskey shots on top of that, before just smiling as convincingly as possible and shrugging.

"Something like that." It's not like he could've tortured the information out of you. You snuggled in closer to his side then, fingers grabbing absentmindedly at the opening of his jacket as you let out a yawn against the warm skin of his neck. "Who cares? I didn't even throw up."

Yet.

"Wow. I don't think I have ever seen you being this sweet." He marveled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, putting a hand on your leg where your knees were drawn up towards your chest and then interlacing your fingers when you put yours over his. "I should be getting you on video."

"You're so mean." You complained, ignoring the fact that he was gently running circles on the inside of your palm with his thumb where he was holding your hand. Even with just his minuscule touches, you could feel yourself starting to fade out, and you knew that it was caused by his innate talent to calm you down completely every time he was in touching distance.

"I think you're a little touchy. No pun intended." He said, lifting his arm to show how you were practically stuck to him. "This jacket's probably a little dirty, dollface. Give me a sec to get it off so your shirt doesn't get gross."

You let out a small whine of protest, feeling your heart aching as he pulled his hand out of yours and then promptly realizing just how drunk you really were. You literally felt about five seconds away from crying as you were forced to let him get off the couch, only feeling half-consoled when you got to watch him strip down a layer to reveal the 'MID FUCK MUNCH' shirt he was wearing underneath his jacket. It made you laugh just a little bit.

"Bro. Did you get roofied?" You vaguely heard Wee-man's voice from somewhere in front of you, but you had reclined back to lie down on the couch with your eyes closed by that point, and you weren't about to open them again to locate where he was speaking from.

"No. Say no to drugs." You mumbled, snickering to yourself at your own joke as you rolled onto your stomach and basically face-planted against the couch. The liquor was really starting to hit now, and any tiny piece of self-awareness that you had possessed before was slowly fading away with every passing second.

"Alright. Bedtime for you." Johnny said decisively, nudging you with his knee as he kneeled down on the couch next to you. You opened your mouth and let out a scoff of indignation, your hand shooting out to his arm to stop him from pulling you up.

"No no no! I'm having fun!" You pouted, smiling widely in the face of his irritated stare when you looked up at him. "Come on. Come lay with me."

"Quit trying to steal Knoxville from us, you fucking alcoholic." Bam snapped at you from out of your eye-line. Even in your hammered state you knew how much of a hypocritical callout that was, and you narrowed your eyes before sitting up as fast as you could manage so that you could shoot him a downright venomous look.

"I hope you fucking die." You spat, taking one of the pillows off of the couch and chucking it at the back of his head and spilling his beer in the process. About half a second later, you were being grabbed by your arm and pulled right up off the couch onto very unstable legs as Bam grumbled profanities in your general direction. You knew you were in trouble before you even turned to see the glare on Johnny's face.

"Upstairs. Now." This time there was no room for persuasion in his voice, and you paled slightly. Yeah. You were fucked for the night. You got a symphony of jeers considering your violent act against Bam had drawn everyone's attention onto you, and you blindly threw two middle fingers to everyone in the room as Johnny started to pull you towards the hall. He glanced back momentarily in the direction of your friends. "I'll be back in 10."

"What? You're not even gonna stay with me?" You whined despite knowing that you had definitely just fucked up those chances by wishing death on Bam, hanging off of him slightly as you complained. He just shot you a look, continuing towards the staircase and then grabbing your hand tightly in his as you began the trek up the stairs.

"You spilled beer all over my goddamn floor and you told Bam you hope he dies. You lost your privilege." He muttered, having to do most of the lifting to get you up each step as you swayed dangerously with each movement. "And I can't just go to bed with everyone still downstairs. You know that."

"Oh. Okay." You tried not to make it evident that you were pouting, but he could probably hear it in your voice. After another minute or so, you finally made it all the way up the stairs, and you felt yourself yawning as you caught sight of Johnny's bed when you got to his room. A hundred times better than the couch.

Johnny hadn't spoken a word since his irritated lecture on the stairs, and when you sat down on the edge of the bed to let your head catch up with your eyes, you felt anxiety rush through you at the scowl that was still on his face.

"Baby. Don't be mad at me." You whined, tilting your head up to where he was standing above you and giving him a desperate look. He cracked a small hint of a smile, reaching out and tucking your hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek in his warm palm.

"I'm not mad at you. You're just a handful." He muttered with a small sigh, taking his hand away before you turned your head enough to bite him like he would've done to you had the roles been reversed. "C'mon. Get in bed and I'll be up in like, the next hour."

"But I miss you." You whimpered, letting him guide you towards getting into your coined side of the bed despite your complaints because, despite all of your talk, you really were tired. Slamming drinks and causing problems could really take a lot out of someone.

"You'll survive an hour." Johnny, of course, never fell for your begging. Not unless he had about double the amount of liquor in his system than what you currently had in yours.

"Can you sit with me until I fall asleep?" You tried instead. You knew you were really pushing your luck, but you couldn’t help yourself, barely making it to the pillow before you were lying down completely as he started to undo the button of your jeans. Great bonding experience with your boyfriend who was definitely not in the mood. He sighed.

"Just a little bit, okay? I can't be leaving those assholes unattended in my house for too long." Once he finally got your jeans undone (and your bra, with only a little bit of a suggestive look as he did so), he pulled the comforter over you, turning off the small lamp that was close to your face and then rubbing your back gently. "Well? Were you finally able to outdrink someone for once today?"

A dig at the fact that, although you may have been flirting in the territory of alcoholism, you were nowhere close to your boyfriend or friends on Jackass. That would take about another bottle of Jack a day at least to achieve.

"Fuck off. I outdrink all of the other people I hang out with." You grumbled, barely able to keep your eyes open by that point as he continued to rub your back. "By a lot."

"Oh I bet, sweetheart."

After that you didn't respond, and after a few minutes, you could no longer fight the alcohol coma that had been threatening to consume you for the past hour or so. You were able to get one last look at an amused looking Johnny before you passed out with your face directly in the pillows, the only focus in your brain being his hand on your back as you drifted into what was sure to be at least a 12-hour bout of unconsciousness.

—

When you woke up again, it was because you could feel shuffling in bed next to you. You groggily opened your eyes, trying to figure out which way was up and vice versa, only to roll right against the person doing all the shuffling. You immediately smelled familiar cologne, and a sleepy smile made its way onto your face.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to wake ya." Johnny said softly, his hand brushing momentarily against yours. His face was pretty close to you, and you immediately smelled the brewery on his breath. You turned the other way and raised your head to check his alarm clock. 2:50.

That asshole. You had gone to bed at 9:45.

"You partied without me." You pouted as you rested your head back down, right on top of his. He let out a slight groan of indignation, but ultimately didn't move away. In fact, he moved closer back into you, reaching an arm back to throw across your waist.

"You already did enough partying." He barely spoke loud enough for you to hear, but you could hear the thickening twang of his southern accent bleeding through due to the fact that he was clearly drunk. You found it endearing when his voice went into a slight hum as you reached up and ran your fingers through his hair. "You doin' okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah. Just missed you." Taking your head off of his to give your fingers more room in his hair, you instead laid it on the pillow so that your lips were just barely brushing the back of his neck. He always smelled so nice no matter how much he drank. "I wanted to cuddle with you."

"I can turn around—"

"No. Just stay like this." You pulled one leg over his hip so that he was as close as he could physically get, pressing a kiss to his neck as you continued to fuck with his hair. If you could've squeezed him tighter without hurting him, you would've. "I'm smelling you."

"You're a weird fuckin' chick, babydoll." His voice was fading, and you could tell that he was close to falling asleep, which was exactly what you wanted. You slid one hand under his arm so that it was resting against his now-bare chest, scratching your nails against his skin gently.

"Mhm. Love you, baby." You mumbled, your fingers losing purchase in his hair as it started to become harder and harder to keep your eyes open. He was warm, you were cold, and his body warmth was beginning to lull you back towards that coma that he had awoken you from not long ago.

Johnny mumbled back a version of I love you in return that was jumbled by sleep, and then it wasn’t long before you could both hear and feel his snoring where your cheek had settled on his back as you hugged him tight.

You fell asleep extremely tangled up, both eventually turning to face the same way before you were at each other's chests with your arms and legs all mixed up. You knew that you were both going to be wickedly hungover in the morning, and that there was a high likelihood that someone was going to spring out of bed in an attempt to make it to the toilet before they threw up, but for now you were completely content in the comfort of his arms.

And it didn’t hurt that you knew that you’d be able to trap him in bed with you all of the next day if he was as hungover as you were predicting.

[2knightt]

hey! thought your writing was pretty awesome. saw your requests were open and decided to take a crack at one

the gang with a trans masc reader? doesn't have to be romantic at all, but that'd be awesome too! really just like he's tight knit with all of em and stuff, but since it's the 60s not everyone likes the reader for being trans you know? so they only have the boys and such

have a nice day and thanks for hearing me out!

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ that’s a kindness you can’t afford. ⋄ 𓍯

tags/warnings: transphobia(no explicit words/threats being said, but the gang just being defensive?), can be seen as both romantic & platonic, kinda short

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ hey boo omg i love your work you’re mad talented

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Johnny Cade

y’know how after he got jumped by soc’s and he became a little bit shut-in? it’s GONE the SECOND anyone tries you.

“aren’t yo-“

“isn’t your girlfriend cheating in you? go worry abt that and stay outta y/n’s business, you dirty soc😒 tf.”

i feel like he kinda admires you for like being true to yourself and kinda having that ‘idgaf what people say, as long as i’m comfortable i’m alright,’ mindset.

i mean, you’d have to have it in the ‘60’s.

you did, however, have to explain what changes were being made. (if you met him pre-transition.) if you didn’t, he just wouldn’t ask questions.

to your face, of course. he goes to pony for that since he doesn’t wanna make you feel bad.

is very…aware of how you feel. probably more than you are.

like is always wondering/thinking ‘y/n wouldn’t like it here. there’s too much soc’s. i should tell them to stay away.’ or like ‘y/n’s been sleeping more, i wonder if their parents got to them.’

is constantly worrying over you above himself. why? he doesn’t know !!!

genuinely just wants to protect you from everyone

he might see you as an object to be babied but he’s getting to the right mindset it’s okay he’s almost there

Dallas Winston

scary dog privileges !

if someone who thought dallas wouldn’t speak up if they said smth about u, THEY’RE SO WRONG

he’s shoving them, punching, kicking, bodyslaming, etc.

he does NOT play about you. NEVER !!!!

“you’re a-“

“you wanna say that shit louder? huh? you wanna say that shit louder, asshole?😐😒”

he’d totally berate them while like shoving their shoulder LMFAO

was kinda(very) clueless about you being trans. like, he didn’t understand, but he kinda did? it was confusing for him at first, but he got the hang of it at the end !!!!

he just needed a little bit !!!

i feel like he’d give you his old, beat up jackets if you didn’t have much masc clothing.

“here.”

“???you’re giving me your old leather jacket?😞☹️???”

“don’t mention it. or destroy it. destroy it and i kick your head in.”

since ur transition, he probably got a little more…aggressive? but not in a bad way!!! like, you know how dudes like slightly shove their friends or like teasing them and it genuinely sounds mean??

that’s what he does now, not often.

tough love, i guess!!!

ponyboy curtis

asks questions. not in a bad way—never. he loves you too much to be mean to you!

he’s just very curious.

“how’d you find out? how long have you known?”

gets very defensive of you too, but more in a gossipy way. like he’ll just glare at the person and then when you two are alone he’ll lay into them and spill their secrets!

“i don’t know why they were talking. they literally just got caught with mary jane awhile back. they should be worryin’ ‘bout that charge and not what you wanna be.”

gives you hair grease and if you let him do your hair—you’ll NEVERR regret it!! you always leave lookin’ sososo handsome<3

draws you?? you know how he draws dallas?? yeah. yeah…

sodapop curtis

if you EVER and i mean EVER need advice for clothes, hairstyles, shoes, etc—GO TO SODA. he’s the gang’s prettyboy for a REASON.

he’ll make you feel like the most handsome boy on the planet.

however, do not trust that boy with scissors. he WILLL fuck up ur hair LMFAO

defends u like it’s his job. forget the fucking DX—WHAT DO YOU MEAN A SOC CALLED YOU STUPID AND DIRTY!?

“hey, you! the grease with the-“

“CAN YOU BACK THE FUCK UP? WITH YOUR DIRTY ASS POLO SHIRT, MAN HOP OFF HIS DICK YOU DAMN-“

soda’s affectionate asf. no matter WHO it is.

tell him you’re feeling a little insecure and his kissing your temple while telling you you’re the most handsome boy he’d ever seen.

darry curtis

if you’re tryna get all buff, darry is so happy to take you exercising with him lol

it’d be such a cute bonding moment😭🫶

“push to 75lbs, y/n.”

“HOW THE FUCK”

“easy, now. go slow toward it.”

he doesn’t need to shout or yell at anyone. darry just stands behind you with his arms crossed.

mmm personal bodyguard darry is real.

DARRY TOTALLY PUTS YOU INTO A HEADLOCK AND LIKE RUFFLES YOUR HAIR EVERY NOW AND THEN!!

if you wanna be the textbook definition of a manly ass dude, copy darry. he’s fucking him

steve randle

he teaches you about cars because he thinks it’s manly.

if you don’t like cars—HE DGAF LMFAOOO just stand there and pretend you’re listening frl.

HE IS A RABID DOG WHEN SOMEONE INSULTS YOU.

“GET THE HELL AWAY YOU DIRTY SOC!1! HOW ‘BOUT YOU GO CRYING TO YOUR MOM?”

teaches you how to fight. like seriously is acting like this is boxing lessons. steve is making you hit the palm of his hand while going ‘not good.’

even when your punches hurt, he’s gonna be holding back a groan while still saying u gotta hit harder.

gets a little tough on you sometimes, but always fixes it with a little hair ruffle and a, ‘you look good today. real handsome.’

two-bit mathews

HE FORCESSS YOU TO PUT A CURL ON YOUR FOREHEAD LIKE HIM!!

“omg twinning🤭🤭🤭”

“you held me at knife point.”

“TWINNING.”

HE GIVES YOU YOUR OWN SWITCHBLADE FOR PROTECTION!! HE EVEN FORCED SOMEONE HE KNOWS TO ENGRAVE YOUR CHOSEN NAME INTO IT!!!

lol what a cutie😔

he totally gives you his mickey shirts<3 he’s so kind isn’t he…..😊😊

isn’t afraid to stab a bitch for you. he doesn’t care.

“shut your trap before i make you.”

and then he turns around to comfort you, mumbling that you’re so handsome as he plays with the curl on your forehead!!!

[luvscr]

selfish

simon riley x gn!reader

summary: simon gets injured on a mission while protecting you. he doesn't have a clue why you're making such a big deal out of it so you confront him about your feelings that have been bottled up for months.

warnings/tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, blood and injury (just mentioned), gn reader, 2nd pov

apologies for anything that's grammatically incorrect!

also posted on ao3!

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you are furious. not only did simon jump in front of a goddamn bullet that was meant for you, almost costing him his life but he has been disobeying both the head physician's and price's orders to stay put and not do anything that might put a strain on his injury or make it worse. you had caught him sneaking out of the shared gym at the base while clutching his side, right where his wound was. you two haven't spoken since the whole incident but you decided enough is enough and you refuse to let it go on like this any longer.

"simon, open up." you say, voice stern but still somewhat quiet while knocking on his door. you knew you did not have to raise your voice.

you hear the door squeak when simon opens it but stops before it can even go halfway. you can only see one of his eyes, his balaclava still on.

"what do you want?" his deep voice makes you tremble slightly. you almost forgot how easy it is for him to leave you weak in the knees.

"we need to talk."

"about what?" he huffs, clearly annoyed that you are "wasting" his precious time.

"you know damn well about what. are you gonna let me in or do you want the whole squad to hear?" you sent a mocking smile his way and you could see him rolling his eye, but it worked. the door creaked some more as you shut it behind yourself.

you've been in his room before. late-night conversations with one or two "cuppas" as simon calls them. finding comfort in each other from time to time after a flashback or a nightmare. you like to think that you two are close but with simon "ghost" riley you never know. you respect his privacy and he respects yours. no intimate information was ever shared between you or at least none you were already aware of. it was to "keep things" professional." he said. you know he doesn't even consider you a friend, more like somewhat of a co-worker but even that didn't stop you from developing romantic feelings for him. romance and feelings aren't your strong suit, but with him, it just happened.

most people would describe him as ruthless, terrifying and such. it was true. ghost was indeed a brutal person, but not simon. the man who stayed up with you countless times, rubbed your back while you were puking your guts out after a drinking game with soap went a bit too far, and all the other times that you couldn't thank him enough. not to mention those stupid jokes he makes all the time even out on the field.

"you're an asshole." you sigh. he doesn't say a thing but you could see in his eyes that he didn't expect that. "you had no right to do that."

"i saved your life and the mission was a success. i don't know what's your problem but if you continue whining like a little bitch, you might as well leave." he said in a tone you only hear when he's giving orders.

"my problem is that you almost fucking died for nothing simon!" you can feel the heat rising to your face in anger, jabbing at his chest.

you can almost feel tears of frustration peek through your eyes but there is no way you can let yourself cry in front of him. not like this.

his eyes widen for a split second then they go back to cold and wrathful.

"you were bleeding out in my arms because of a mistake that i made!" your voice cracked as you felt the lump in your throat grow and you look away from him.

"you don't get to do shit like that simon. what if things didn't work out huh? what would johnny and the others do if you died? do you have any idea-"

you don't finish, feeling your voice get strained as the seconds go by. "we- i don't want to lose you." you say, so quiet it barely counts as a whisper but he hears it just fine.

you bring yourself to look up at him again and he no longer has a harsh glare in his eyes. they have softened up, pupils slightly dilated. you can see his mask moving as if he is trying to open his mouth but he doesn't say a thing. you find the courage to take a step towards him.

it's so silent you can clearly hear your and his breaths filling the room. you raise a hand to touch his mask but he grabs your wrist and pulls you even closer and places it on his chest instead. he leans in and rests his forehead on your shoulder, hand still gripping yours. his deep voice flows to every inch of your body as he mumbles a small apology right into your ear. the hand that is lazily hanging from your side goes to caress his back. this is the first time he let you this close to him so you close your eyes to savor every last drop of this moment, even though the position you two are in is awkward and almost uncomfortable.

you decide to speak up, anger no longer present within your words. "loving you is hard.." you felt him stiffen up. "..but losing you would be much harder." you tightened your grip on him.

"we're not ordinary people, we can't afford love nor any stupid feelings in this line of work. if you're compromised mistakes are made. we both know what mistakes lead to, one wrong move and it's over." simon says leaning back, so he could look into your eyes.

you blink once, then twice and he is mere inches away from your face. his hand slowly pushes up yours to his face, under his mask. he closes his eyes, letting you do whatever you pleased. you steadily push up his balaclava, giving him a chance to back out if he wished to. he lets out a heavy sigh with a slight nod encouraging you to keep going, that it was okay. you trust him. of course you trust him, yet you close your eyes and lift it up in one go. you do not feel worthy of such thing as seeing him whole. are you even ready for this? is he ready for this? probably not. large, calloused hands touch your face. your eyes flinch together even more at the sudden contact. you feel like a fool.

you feel his thumbs caress over your eyebrows, his touch is so gentle you could cry.

"hey...c'mon now. open your eyes or are you scared i'm that ugly?" you snort at his ridiculous way of trying to lighten up the mood as you can hear him smiling into his words. you lean forward and press your face right into his chest.

"you're an idiot." you babbled into him, speech muffled. you finally look up at him and almost let out a gasp.

he was beautiful. strong jaw, plump scarred lips, long hooked nose, and-

oh..

those soft baby blues decorated with long blonde lashes, black paint smeared all around still. you've seen them stare at someone with the intention of killing, like a wild animal waiting for the right opportunity to strike, empty and hollow, red and glossy after a bad night but this... this is so much more, it's almost too much. at this very moment, his eyes are full of adoration and love but you're not even sure you can describe with words what you're seeing and feeling. everything is so intense you can't help but grip simon's waist. he lets out a small grunt and you feel your stomach sink and your face heat up at the sound he let slip. you part your lips and let your tongue run along your bottom lip while still maintaining eye contact. you're not sure who's the first one to reach the other but all you know is that you're kissing.

it's not romantic or soft. it's needy, clumsy, teeth clanking together and biting at each other. you feel a rough brush of a scar and it's like you're going to melt on his lips and then he would swallow you whole. it's euphoric and bitter at the same time. his taste is suffocating, like breathing in air after an explosion. you struggle to breathe but you don't care. you push your arms from under his and your hands go to his head, fingers carding through short ashy blonde hair and giving it a gentle tug. he smiles into the kiss, sharp canines leaving a playful bite on your lip. you pant, out of breath, foreheads pressed against one another. you can still feel him, his taste lingering, filling up your senses.

"i know i said we can't afford something like this but.." he rasps, swallowing down whatever was on the tip of his tongue.

he leans in again, lips brushing together as he muttered right onto them.

"..i want to be selfish with you."

and he just goes in for another kiss.

[jaymber]

Second Conflict

Timeline 20151 - Protagonist : V Temarii

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V managed to pull Nancy out of the Maelstrom nest without much issue. If Johnny was delighted to see her again, V kept quiet. He felt still resentful at the way he had been treated before going to Kerry's mansion. A weird bitter knot was building in his stomach. He had been Johnny's only friend and confident for weeks now, suffering or enjoying the engram's company. Suddenly, old friends were showing up left and right, putting Johnny in a better mood than V ever could. It pissed him off, even more so when Johnny seemed completely clueless to the way he felt.

"Shame Henry blew it," the dead rockerboy kept rambling, "But man, this is preem. Samurai: back for one night, and one night only! Can't remember the last time I felt that excited. Eh, think I do, actually. 2007. One hell of a gig, and an even better afterparty, if you know what I mean." "Johnny, c'mon." "Man, you really are getting jealous," he teased, reappearing before his host, "You're lucky I find it cute. You're like a desperate little groupie. I missed this. Hey, V, wanna feel the real Samurai experience? I have the perfect idea on how to unwind until Nance-"

"I'm good, Johnny," V grumbled as he pushed him away, "Lil' groupie's done for the day."

V laid down in bed in silence after lighting a cigarette. It softened his mood a little, but Johnny didn't take kindly to being ignored.

"Fuck, what got your panties in a twist this time?" he mocked, "Gave me the green light on this idea, want to back off now? Or is this about Kerry? Mad I'm having fun with someone that isn't you, or disappointed I won't give him the Rogue treatment? Huh? Ignoring me, now? Fuck, V, we really back to that?" He simply wouldn't shut up, and V snapped.

"You're a fucking asshole, know that?" he yelled, "Still only fucking care about yourself. Rogue lead you on, and that sucks, but why you gotta make it my fault?" "V, what-" "You acted like I wasn't ever there! I tried talking to you, but you just ignored me! Closest friend? My ass! Only had Kerry on your mind!" "That has nothing to do with Rogue. Sreamsheets said-"

"What fucking screamsheets?" "Right, you weren't there." "Mean when you betrayed my trust?! So why did you wait to get into Rogue's panties first, if checking on your best friend was so important?! That's just another fucking excuse! You just wanted a distraction, and apparently, I wasn't enough." His voice suddenly broke as he swallowed back treacherous tears. He tried to hide his next words, but their minds was one, and they echoed in the tensed silence of the room. I'm nothing compared to them, am I? You're gonna leave me behind now that they're back in your life. "We both know that's not something I can do, V," Johnny said, and, feeling the wave of worry from his host, added, "And I wouldn't. Even if I could."

"Bullshit." "V, it's just old habits. Went to Rogue when I fucked up with Alt, went to Kerry when I fucked up with Rogue. Not used to putting you into that equation just yet. Was in my own head - forgot you were here." "But, I called you. Reach out for you." "Gonna have to listen harder, I guess. And you need to speak louder," he added, "Still need some getting used to - our situation. Usually, I’d just fuck off. Find a quiet place. Cenzon in one hand, Black Lace in the other. Get skizzed out of my mind, and find some easy groupie to bring home.” “Lucky for you: easy groupie's right here.” “You? With your constant whining and ball-busting? You make me work hard to get to you, V.” “And I should apologize for that?” he retorted, still feeling hurt.

“Nah. Thing is: I can’t do that anymore. Can’t wallow on my own. That, I’m still getting used to.” “Do you miss it? That method of yours?” “Why? Up to give me the reins once more?” he hoped. “Nah, but you got the company already. I can provide the buzz. Interested?” he proposed, clinging to the idea he could cheer Johnny up despite his doubts. He needed to feel useful. “See, V?" Johnny said, too distracted by his promise to worry about the knot in their stomach, "Thinking like a real rockerboy.”

[rottingmanifesto]

16 or 36 for anything you feel like writing currently! :D

Trying out some different formats. Hope it’s legible. Fair warning that I got way too carried away with ‘total control’, so it’s under a cut.

16. in dreams

Journal, Lincoln, 1st person.

Keep havin’ weird dreams. Can’t explain them very well, all I know is I keep scaring the hell outta a few of the guys when I jolt up. Davis suggested I see the Chaplain ‘bout it. Pretty sure it’s not demons, so unless he’s got holy-water-melatonin, I don’t think he can help.

One of the dreams is about Danny and Nicki arguin’ over their old man’s body. Cancer or poisoning or something of the like. Not sure why I’m there at all, I just am. Both keep beggin’ me for an answer. I can’t. Someone’s cut out my tongue and noises don’t help. He’s dead, they’re arguing, I can’t do anythin’.

Father said something offhandedly in a letter about my nightmares being chronic. Happened when I was a kid, stopped for whatever reason, an’ now they’re back. Never told him I was having any, but that’s Father for you. He jus’ knows things. Didn’t tell Sammy or Ellis though, both seem to think I’m fine. Not sayin’ I’m not. Just don’t think it’s worth tellin’ them, worryin’ them over stupid shit like dreams. Got bigger issues than that.

36. total control

Script-ish, John and Connor, 3rd person.

J: You were supposed to die.

A: Yeah, firing squad. I remember. Hard to forget.

J: Would’ve preferred a hanging, actually.

A: Didn’t know the United States still used that method.

J: I’m sure they’d make an exception.

A: (mild discomforting laugh) Of course they would.

J: (faltering, lowering gun, searching for words)

A: Maybe you should set the gun down. Your hand’s twitching. Don’t want a misfire.

J: Shut the fuck up.

A: What, I can’t look out for you? What happens if you twitch and kill that friend of yours out there?

J: Don’t bring him into this.

A: Lincoln, right? Hear he’s taking after you very well. Brazen and theatrical.

J: Yes, because you’re a master at subtlety.

A: Comes with the job.

J: Jesus Chr—a fucking warhead isn’t subtle.

A: Neither is hanging a man from a Ferris wheel. Or, you know, (signaling to cheek with J’s given-cigarette) this.

J: That was self-defense.

A: Sure. Of course.

J: Can you just go one fucking sentence without being an asshole, or is that above you?

A: Give me a reason to, and I will.

J: I have a gun and you don’t.

A: That’s not enough, Johnny, and you know that.

J: Don’t call me that.

A: Sorry, I’m delirious from the blood loss. I thought you were that kid I helped so many years ago. He looked an awful lot like you, too. (painful cough, takes a drag to cover up whatever expression he has on his face) Forgive me, Mr. Donovan.

J: You know, I used to believe in you back then. (voice breaks, begins to pace, having his back to A) Thought you represented everything great about this country.

A: Don’t I still?

J: You don’t. You’re just as fucking greedy and selfish as everyone else. (wheels around to face A, pointing a quivering gun between his eyes)

A: Exactly. That’s the real America. The one that doesn’t care about drafted soldiers drowning in mud, or those who come back seeing shit and knowing they fundamentally aren’t right anymore. The one that doesn’t care about people like your friend out there. The one that would sooner hang you for being a homosexual than me for being a so-called “traitor”.

J: So you’re justified with selling a goddamn nuke, is that what you’re saying?

A: (still fucking smiling) Your comprehension has improved some. Congratulations.

J: (crouches down to be eye-level) So the money was just to sweeten the deal, huh? To ease your conscious— (he presses his hand into A’s wound as harshly as possible, causing A to jolt in pain)— when innocent people inevitably fucking die?

A: We both know I won’t be the last person to do so. If it isn’t the NVA, it’ll be someone else. It’ll keep going until the United States is destroyed.

J: (begins to pace again, silent, blinking hard to avoid tears)

A: I was going to end it, John. I was going to make everyone free from this bullshit. Including you. Including your friend. Including everyone else who is subject to America’s tyranny. I was going to do what you’re too cowardly to do! I was going to end it all!

J: (whips around sharply) Are you finished?

A: (panting, out of energy, the pain finally overcoming the adrenaline and pride, he realizes he’s no longer in total control.)

A: It appears so.

[storiesofstratos]

Chapter 16: Confronting the Storm

Jack and Nico run into an unexpected face at Cyrus's restaurant..

So this was our culprit. Another superhuman, and the guy who stabbed Daniel. I felt the anger bubbling up just under my skin. I wanted to yell, grab him, do something really. But there was no way I could stand a chance against him, I just had to keep calm, think this through logically, and–

“Hey, asshole.”

God dammit Nico.

The guy turned to look at Nico, a mix of confusion and annoyance on his face. “The fuck you talkin to? Me?”

“Yeah, you! You think you could just get away with stabbin our friend and nobody would do anythin’ about it??”

“Stabbin your..? I didn’t–” The realization seemed to dawn on him slowly, and he gritted his teeth, “Shit, the other guy.” He stood up quickly, “Hey boss, cancel that order! Somethin came up!”

“Where do you think you’re goin??”

“None of your damn business. Don’t even think about followin me girl,” He threatened as he walked out the door, clearly wanting to get away from the situation.

“Oh that’s just great. Nico, why did you have to say anything?? Now he’s– wait, where are you going?? Dammit NIco!”

Of course she was following him. Why wouldn’t she be following him? I got up from my seat, putting money down for our food and following the both of them out the door. Not like I was gonna risk him hurting her too. 

We both followed in hot pursuit, passing through each alleyway that he did, ducking around every corner. He kept peaking over his shoulder, picking up the pace every time he saw we were still following, until eventually we were practically sprinting after him. Was this even worth running for? Probably not, but I had a few questions of my own for him at this point.

It wasn’t until we’d cornered him in a back alley that he finally turned around. “God dammit, you followed me all the way here, of all places?? You fuckin idiots, you’re gonna–”

“Well well well…” A voice came out from the shadows, which made the punk tense up.

“Shit– I told you, you shouldn’t have–”

“Johnny!” A gruff looking man put an arm around the punk’s shoulders, “You did good kid. You brought us a couple of prime marks all on your own. The boss is gonna be real happy with you over this one.”

“Boss??” Nico chimed in, “You bastard, you were setting us up!”

“Wha– I wasn’t!! I told you dumbasses not to follow me!”

“Now now Johnny boy, is that anyway to talk to your new friends? C’mon, let’s just be civil about this! You two, empty your pockets and we might let you walk away.”

I was more than ready to just do what they said to get out of there, but, naturally, Nico had other plans. Sometimes she was worse than Daniel, but at least HE had super strength to back up his big mouth!

“Not a chance in hell! We’re not givin’ you anything!”

The man laughed, pressing the baseball bat he was holding against Johnny’s chest. “Well ain’t that cute? Johnny, why don’t you teach these lil kids why they don’t say no to the Steel Hawks?”

“...No…”

“Huh?” The older man leaned in close, like he was trying to intimidate him, “The fuck did you say to me? You should know better than to talk back to your superiors, you little shit stain!” There was a loud bang, as the man punched Johnny square in the jaw, knocking him off balance and onto his ass.

Johnny grit his teeth as he sat on the ground, looking down. I looked over at Nico, who seemed to be coming to the same conclusion I was. “Johnny, right…?”

Johnny looked up at us, his cheeks red hot, probably embarrassed, his face somewhere between anger and sheer humiliation. I opened my mouth to speak once more, but the older man cut me off.

“Shut the fuck up! Now either you give us your money or I’m gonna–”

“Enough!”

The gangster stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to face Johnny, his knuckles white as he gripped the baseball bat in his hands. “What the fuck did you–”

“I said,” Johnny slammed his fist on the ground, “Shut, the fuck,” He lifted his hand to the sky as he yelled, “up!”

Almost as if it was at his command, a sudden gust picked up… but not from any natural angle. It was coming straight from below. It was almost a spectacle. As if to show it was unnatural, a green wind current burst forth from the cracks in the pavement, strong enough to push the man up off the ground, about ten feet into the air. The man let out a sudden yelp of surprise, and started to scream as he fell.

But Johnny wasn’t done. He clapped his hands together, and another gust pushed the man back, into the wall, strong enough to cause cracks to form in the bricks. “I’m sick and tired of you! Harassin’ me!” Each sentence was accented with another strong gust of wind, pushing and pulling the guy every direction. “Fuck this gang, fuck your boss.. And most of all, fuck, you!” He finally let the man drop, groaning in pain as he finally hit the pavement.

“Shit…” Johnny grumbled, before snapping his head in our direction. “You two. This is all your fuckin’ fault! If you’d just listened, just left me alone! I wouldn’t be in this goddamn mess right now!”

Nico, who seemed so confident and guns blazing before, was shrinking. “S-Sorry man, I didn’t…”

“We didn’t know what was going on. But, can you blame us?? You got into a fight with our friend! What were we supposed to do?”

Johnny turned his attention to me, “I dunno, maybe, not chase after the guy you know has stabbed someone?? Ahh, fuck me, I’m so screwed! When this gets back to the boss, they’re gonna kill–”

“Kill you? Dude, you’ve got wind powers! How are they even gonna touch you?”

“Kill my folks!”

That stopped everything. Nico didn’t even want to approach the subject, but I had to ask… “...They’re gonna kill your parents??”

“Yes! Only reason I’m even working for them is because they’ve got my fam! I didn’t wanna do any of this shit! But this guy, the boss, he’s got powers like me, only they’re… different. He can control metal and shit, even turn himself into metal and do all kinds of crazy shit, I can’t touch him!”

I turned to Nico, and she looked back at me. “...I think I have an idea, Nico. How good do you think you are at de-escalating?”

“Clearly not great but… if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, I say it’s worth a shot.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Well… I was worried if it’s a crazy idea, but, if you think it’s a good idea, at least now I know it’s crazy.”

Johnny just looked between us, confused. “What are you to talkin about??”

“Johnny, right?” I looked up at him, he wasn’t that much taller than me. “I’m Jack. This is Nico, and you should come with us. I think we might have a solution to your problem… hopefully.”

Johnny just threw his arms up in the air. “Christ. Why not? Not like this situation could get any worse. Lead the way.”

[agravemistake13ghosts]

I. How Could You Do This to me, Betrayed By My Closest Friend

Author's Note: Here I am again. Fueled by my ADD medication, candy, and ghost green apple energy drinks. I recently watched Totally Killer which is an amazing movie that I highly suggest you watch.

The chapter title was pulled from "The Waiting One" by All That Remains.

This chapter is rated m for the mention of murder, graphic description of a dead body, and language.

Monday, October 21st, 1957 Cooper House

"He was found not guilty, guys," Caroline Cooper was once again trying to justify to Rebecca and Charlotte why she was not an absolute shit person for seeing Emily's abusive and murderous half-brother, Johnny. "I mean, shouldn't she get over it by now?"

Rebecca's hand came down on the floor with such force that the glass in her hand shattered.

"Get over it?!" her doe brown eyes were full of outrage as she narrowed them on Caroline, ignoring the throbbing pain from her palm. "Royce has been dead for eight days, Caroline! Eight fucking days!"

Caroline rolled her eyes and flicked one of her blonde curls out of her face with a huff.

"Of course, you both are on her side."

Charlotte, who had gripped Bex's hand to try and stem the flow of blood, whipped her head around to face Caroline, her red hair a veil of fire around her face.

"Did you expect us to be on yours?" She tugged Bex to her feet, keeping pressure on her injury. "If you want to fuck the asshole who not only abused Emily but then murdered the love of her life, that's between you and whatever god you believe in, leave us out of it."

The glass in the patio door shattered as a wooden chair came through it, hitting the wall with enough force to splinter, shards of glass and fragments of wood raining down onto Caroline, leaving small, weeping cuts in their wake.

"What the-"

Charlotte yanked Becky's hand hard, indicating something behind Caroline who was still disoriented and currently crawling across the floor on her hands and knees.

From behind a porcelain mask, violet eyes observed Charlotte and Bex as they fled into the night.

"Caroline, Caroline," blue eyes widened as the girl realized she wasn't alone. "They really left you here to face my rage."

A scream escaped as the knife that had been glinting in the light was sunk deep into her abdomen. It was ripped out painfully before it came down again.

Again. Again. Again. Again.

The screams had ceased now, replaced by gurgles as blood filled Caroline's throat.

Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

"W-why?"

It was wet and barely audible, almost a hiss.

"Why am I doing this to you?" The blade traced her cheek. "Is that what you're trying to ask me?"

Caroline nodded, big blue eyes swimming with tears, her white sweater wet and stained with blood, small dribbles of the red liquid escaping her mouth as she waited for an answer.

Bloody, trembling fingers reached up and weakly tugged the mask away, causing the hood to fall, black curls spilling forward around her attacker's face.

"You betrayed me, Care-bear," the childhood nickname sounded like poison as it slipped past the lips of her so-called best friend. "Even worse, you betrayed him."

Small fingers wrapped around her chin with a bruising grip.

"Royce was nice to you, no matter how nasty you were, and you betrayed him by fucking his killer," she shook her, Caroline's face moving limply. "I couldn't let you get away with that."

Emily glared down at the person whom she had once considered one of her closest friends, watching blood pool out around her. She felt nothing but hatred for the pitiful blonde.

"I hope he grieves you, Caroline."

The knife came down an eleventh and final time into Caroline's chest.

Monday, October 21st, 1957 Madison High School

"I guess Johnny really did love Caroline, huh?"

Emily's arms were crossed over her chest as she sat on the sill of the window overlooking the courtyard. The words spoken from Charlotte's cherry red lips had her violet eyes jumping over to her brother below. Sick pleasure filled her being as she saw what her half-brother looked like.

"Poor thing," while her comment was meant to be mocking, she knew it came out flat and emotionless. That was every day for her now. "At least now he knows what it feels like to love someone so much that it destroys you when you lose them."

If Charlotte and Rebecca read anything into her comment, they wisely kept their opinions to themselves.

A/N: I worked really hard on this chapter.

[superbattrash]

Hi, I watched the first episode of sandy aka The Sandman and here are my many, many thoughts

Sandy ep 1

Oh okay much more magical intro that I was expecting. He’s got a really nice narrator voice, I approve

“Father likes to be called magus” ok so father is insane, gotcha

OH MY GOD IS THAT THE FATHER? Can’t remember the actor’s name but I feel like he’s good as far as old white men actors go. Wait he’s in game of thrones isn’t he? This will annoy me

Off Jutland? Wait I live in Jutland!!! If it’s yaknow. The Danish Jutland.

Jesus Christ okay so he’s insane and an asshole, good to know. “Randall was my greatest joy” THE KID IS RIGHT THERE

Oh no, are you serious? You can’t make death do anything. Have you not seen Puss in Boots 2? That never ends well

THAT GOTTA BE THE TEEF GUY HELLO TEEF MAN oh you’re not good :( “my lord”, damn that’s hot

[Dream groaning] and it just sounds like a dying bee

Even Father is surprised this is working. Oh no, this won’t do any good, you’ll fuck someone up, I just know it. Oh is, he slammed into the floor hard, didn’t he? Poor sandy, he’s not even conscious

Is he gonna sacrifice his son??? Oh no, he’s just using him to do the dangerous stuff just in case, okay, that seems fair 🙄

YOU CANT JUST TAKE THAT, YOU LUNATIC!!!!! Thief!!!!! Oh my god he’s naked….. DON’T TOUCH HIM?????? What the FUCK

I TOLD YOU SO, YOU RUINED THE SLEEP, YOU PSYCHO!!!! TEEF MAN, EAT HIM!!!!! Oh no of course not, why would it be that easy

Oh they’re all D’s, that’s pretty cool

This honestly looks like some kind of renaissance painting, all naked and in glass, poor sandy :(

You’re doing this because you want your dead son back from the dead? Grieving would be better for everybody, you idiot. Humans are the most selfish things ever, dear god

He won’t give you shit, old man, fuck off

Alex is not like other boys, Alex reads gasp gasp. And he attracts older pretty ladies, that’s nice. Too nice. She’s too good to be true, isn’t she? Hmmmm

Oh no, don’t leave the kid alone with him. Or wait maybe do?? I’m not sure who do root for yet except the naked man in the glass bubble because he has a nice voice. You’re presenting yourself??? Oh no, poor boy

Angry little sandy doing the >:c face

OH SHIT DADDY CAUGHT YOU!!!! Was he about to beat his own son with a cane? He’s paranoid and insane oh my god if YOU can’t shoot the bird, how’s Alex supposed to??

Ethel, aw. That’s a nice name

Do you sense your birb is here, sandy? BE CAREFUL, BIRDIE!!!! Oh daddy’s a Hunter huh? No wonder I don’t like him

Are you seriously gonna burn the house down? Impressive, actually. Oh birdie, you found him 🥺 look at that face, he’s almost smiling

The bird’s gonna die, isn’t it? OH MY G O D, I TOLD YOU SO THAT IS HORRIBLE HOW FUCKING COULD YOU?!?!?! 😭😭😭 THAT WAS HIS FRIEND!!! You better fucking bury it right, you little shit.

Oh god, not sleeping at all?? You can die from that, can’t you???

…are they gay? They could totally be gay. It sounded like flirting

Oh noooo, Ethel, why are you crying? :( a baby? Oh dear. Papa doesn’t like that, does he? Of course he doesn’t. Shithead. PLEASE RUN AWAY ETHEL oh or grab a taxi, that’s great too. AND you robbed him??? I’m kinda impressed by you, E

He CANT FUCKING RAISE THE DEAD YOU ABSOLUTELY MORON, he can’t just give you whatever your tiny mind wants

Oh THANK GOD, someone finally stood up to him. Oh no, did you kill your own dad? That’s gonna give you ALL the issues, you idiot

Look at him. He’s waiting for you to free him, you’re ALLOWED NOW, you’re the master of the- oh wow he really is naked, huh??? 😳

His father would beat him senseless, what does it matter what he would say? Jesus these people are all so moronic

Oh it’s the gay boy again!!!

WHAT THE SHIT HES ACTUALLY GAY???? Oh my god I feel so weird, this never happens

Is Ethel important or is baby Johnny? Or both? I feel like they’re both involved a lot, even without the stealing

Gay boy wanting him to let sandy out, please please please. Oh his name is Paul, hi Paul. I like Paul, Paul seems good

You didn’t, did you? Oh could not, right, of course. Oh man, how many years went by? THEY GOT MARRIED? Awwwww. Like, a tentative aww but still, I never get to see happy gay endings

Paul, don’t say anything. Paul, don’t do it. Paul. Good good good, good boy, man, good Paul

Lord, that is an intense stare, little sandy

Nicely placed hand there, kiddo, wouldn’t want us to see your actual everything, huh? You are. So very thin, my boy

Oh god no is he gonna kill Alex? At least don’t kill Paul, he helped!!! Oh it’s a dream, sorry, my bad

FUCK ME HE LOOKS SCARY

Of course he doesn’t understand, nobody told him, sandy, you’re punishing Paul too :/ although, okay, I get it, it makes sense

Oh ew, teef man, you really. Those are some. There are teef on you, man

Aww look at him, that’s actually a smile, isn’t it? Poor little sandy, finally home with his sand <333 Oh god he can’t get in, can he? Not without his things??? Please omg no

Oh thank god, at least the doors open for him. Everything looks so awful :( oh he’s so sad, his home is all broken

Aw there’s some sad backstory there, huh? Which of the Endless jumped ship before? Death, Desire, one of the other Ds?

Okay okay okay, that was good, lots to absorb. Still waiting for the plot plot I think, is he gonna go around chasing the dreams and nightmares? That sounds fun

I won’t grade it because it’s like 7/10 did capture me enough to watch another episode but not like I was running to go watch it because I needed to actually listen and follow along which is tough with depression brain

Narrator is 100/10 though, absolutely the main reason I’ll be watching this show, very nice

[masschase]

for the boss ask meme, I have my own question:

what little (or big) bits of lore about your boss have you not shared yet with the world?

- snail-eggs :)

(p.s. your boss is so cool and i’m living off crumbs here, i wanna know more)

Boss ask meme

You think my boss is cool? 👉👈

It's funny because I do toss out scraps to some extent because irl I am extremely shy and awkward. I have a much higher confidence level online but I still get the feeling of oh no, I'm annoying everyone so... I sling out ask memes to see if there's anything people actually want to hear. I make fun of my asshole with a gun disaster bi emperor of everything but she is very close to my heart too. I wanted to draw her in each era to do a proper intro post, but I'm still developing confidence in drawing again.

I do get a little confused about what I've posted in fanfic vs what I've written but not posted yet vs what I've posted about her on here vs what i've slung in tags on other posts.

So I'm going to post stuff that just feels 'lore-y' and more about her personality vs. her life before the Saints, which I've written about in the other ask meme here and during the Saints which is basically the events of all the games with some fill-ins between/during them.

Ahem.

She's a big literature nerd. Spent her childhood escaping into books. Wanted to study English Lit at college but ended up dropping out of HS instead. She particularly loves period novels because they have relatably strong heroines but their problems are so frivolous compared to days without food or getting shot in the streets. She can relate to them just enough to escape into the idea of having no real problems. In fact she'd very much like to be Austen's Emma. It's pointed out in the post-SRIV era that she is in fact handsome, clever and rich now.

Obviously (and this is an example of really running a brief mention in canon) she particularly loves Jane Austen. She tends to fling out quotes when she's drunk because they just come to her in that lucid state, but also because, as Johnny calls out, she'd probably be doing it sober if she wasn't worried about "being a dork". Also the Brontes would be her next choice as Male Voice 1's line about reading Jane Eyre 13 times is canon to her too.

Again I think this is not unusual for a Boss in general but she often comes across as a bit of an airhead when really she is quite intelligent. I feel like by SRTT she is playing this up a little without realising and by some time post-SRIV she's straight up doing it on purpose at times; more out of humility than anything though it does contribute to people underestimating her. The first time Matt tries to tell her about her brain activity in the simulation she responds with "Sure, whatever Matt, blah blah FUUUUCK.". He tries again a year and a half later when they are actually friends and gets "Huh. OK. Well let’s just keep that between us, Matty."

Underneath/alongside that, though, is this third level that is just... slightly surreal and quite cheesy. Not always for humour, either, sometimes it's just her being completely serious in her bizarreness.

A slightly humorous example would be how she sticks Viola and Oleg together to run Steelport. She says it's her get along shirt. She does the same with Pierce and Shaundi and the 'dirty dancing' dance.

A more serious example would be from one of my favourite chapters I've written but not posted yet where she's talking to Matt about their new planet during Nyte Blayde night. They get onto how they can persuade people to want to live there and to repopulate and the concept of the American dream. She points out that it was always something used to drive immigration and asks why he wants to live in her new nation. He makes a joke about her new nation having no internet if he doesn't, but then gives a very heartfelt response. She gets emotional and doesn't really know what to say so she gives him a green m&m. "My... green card?" he asks, because they're super close by this point and he's used to her weird brain.

Something similar is at play to the intelligence thing is how nice she is. She gets caught up in the snark with everyone else but equally when someone is kind to her she leans into that too. She would deny that she is the tough girl with a heart of gold type bc she doesn't try to hide her softer side. She just IS badass and reckless and kind and emotional and will do anything for her friends all at once. She doesn't stop calling herself an asshole, but that's more or less an internalised message by this point.

Which brings me onto honesty. It's not like she just comes out with everything, hardly surprising considering how shy she was pre-Saints, but she's not inclined to lie either. Ask a question and unless she is in denial about it herself (e.g. love) or concerns something from long enough ago that she finds it cringey (e.g. her penchant for trading cards and other non-techy nerdy shit in her teens), she's likely to answer honestly. Kinzie never seems to learn this and will ask her things to try to fluster her only to get a very honest gross answer. Alcohol or weed definitely exacerbates this honesty.

She is like... superstitious in a slightly weird way. Like where she's half joking and half believes it. Shaundi notes that she buys good luck charms whenever she sees them because she broke a mirror in *checks notes* February 2015. She *has* to get the christmas decorations down on time. She has this whole thing where pancakes are a bad omen bc Zinjai started making them whenever he had bad news for her. This came from a longer thing where Keith David's mom always did that and Casey told Johnny no-one ever did that for her and then Matt overheard and told Zinjai to do it for her when the heat broke and they were on backup heaters... this is already so long lmao.

She's always cold; she grew up in several layers and a snowsuit. She eats a lot. She fucks a lot of people including every SRIV romance option once bc she decides if she only fucks each of her friends once she won't develop feelings for them. She has a lot of these sorts of somewhat arbitrary, pulling rank rules about work at times actually, it's one of her more unpleasant qualities. A little dizzied by power. Luckily she does get called out on it and she does get better over time.

She tends to cry at most media, a lot more than irl. If that media is somehow relatable to her own life; something about a protective older sibling, a lonely child, a struggle for money, something where the protagonist loses a friend or friends, the floodgates full on open.

She's extremely anti-relationship for years and at times her excuses are pretty flimsy. Again, Johnny takes issue with this as he wants to see his best friend/little sister figure happy and feels she uses his loss of Aisha to back up her commitment issues. She has a genuine fear of losing someone she loves but fails to notice how dramatically her circumstances have changed between sr2&3 for this to be way less of an issue. All of it really is backing up a very deep fear of abandonment. Her father left, her mother neglected her, her sister had to leave home for the good of her own child. This is why the Saints become such a family to her.

This is probably super incoherent as I'm running on very little sleep and I've been writing it in drabbles for most of the day. In case it wasn't obvious, I'm always happy to answer more questions about her though and I'm sorry if this is kind of... boring. I never know where to start. I've been writing this character for months now and now I feel like I know her so well that it's almost as hard to talk about her without specific questions as if I was asked to just talk about myself. That's why I'm always fishing for questions from ask memes. I either don't know where to start or it ends in a word vomit like this 😅

Thank you for your question @snail-eggs!

[thesafecafe]

What You Did

Request: here

TW: cheating, adultery, swearing, arguing, name calling, mentions of violence (against Johnny & his side hoe), tears, deflection, angst, Husband! Johnny x black! reader, CEO! Johnny, (this was rushed and kinda short), 18+, minors dni, gif not mine, enjoy! 

Disclaimer: This is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes and is not meant to be taken as a reflection of the idol’s action in real life, nor a guide on his personality.

“What the fuck Johnny! How are you mad? Because you got caught? Because if there’s anyone fucking pissed, it should be me!” You dug your feet in the ground, pulling away from your husband, who had dragged you inside your home after he’d been caught in the act of cheating on you. You had suspected him for quite some time now, but you couldn’t prove it. So you started following him to his little rendezvous, trying to collect evidence, but you’d never caught him. Until today, when you least expected it. Today you’d been at brunch at your favorite restaurant with your friends, telling them about your doubts, when you’d spotted him at another table, smiling and kissing another woman. Your friends had immediately sprung into action, the mimosas they’d had before melting any reservations they’d usually have. 

Your group had approached the table, immediately causing a scene when you realized it was your husband’s secretary who you’d helped get a job at the company. Drinks were thrown, a fight started between your friends and the secretary, and your husband had been slapped at least twice during the altercation. He’d grabbed you up during the chaos, dragging you outside to his car, and driving you home, pissed. He was pacing the floor now, his jaw clenched in annoyance. “Where in the hell did you come from Y/N? Are you  and your little friends spying on me? Do you not care about my privacy?!” He raised his voice back at you, pissing you of further.

“Don’t you fucking dare question me me! What you should be asking yourself is, ‘why did I bring some whore to my wife’s favorite restaurant and why did I kiss her,’ you asshole! With your secretary Johnny, really?! The woman I helped you to hire?” Johnny rolled his eyes, exasperated. “It’s not your favorite restaurant, that’s her favorite restaurant! Yours is down the street, the little taco place! And it’s not like you fucking care about this marriage anyway Y/N! All you wanna do is sit around like some rich snob, and look through magazines all day!” 

He walked towards the bathroom, taking off his suit jacket, but you weren’t done with this conversation, especially not when he was accusing you of being the one in the wrong. “Suh Youngho you bastard, I do care about this marriage! I work my ass off for this marriage! Meanwhile, you’re too busy shoving your tongue down that bitch’s throat to remember that you are the one who wanted me to stop working and operate my boutique from home! I did that for you! And newsflash, idiot! Not only is that my favorite restaurant, it’s where we had our fifth anniversary! It’s not about the fucking restaurant, it’s about what you did!” You yelled, rage running through your veins. 

Johnny turned around suddenly, a scowl etched deep into his brow. “You work your ass off?! That’s rich coming from you! Comical even! I am the one who stays behind after hours to make sure that we have enough money to take care of this damn house that you love to be in all the damn time! I’m the one who pays for all the major bills, like the lights and the gas! Who bought you that new car for your birthday? It sure as hell wouldn’t be you, nor that little boutique you care about so much! I do everything for you, and you’re still ungrateful!” Johnny stood in front of the mirror, loosening his tie. You didn’t know what pissed you off more, how he was deflecting from the real issue to make you the bad guy, or the fact that he wouldn’t look you in the eyes.

“What the fuck does your money have to do with it Johnny, huh? Why are you trying to blame this on me! It was never about money, or who works harder! All I wanna know is why! Why did you do it? Why in the fuck would you do that to me? To us? I thought everything was okay, but all of a sudden, I see my husband lip-locked with some bitch that works in his office every day! I have a right to be pissed, since you don’t seem to give a shit about us! Why’d you do it Johnny? Why?!?” Angry tears spilled from your eyes, as the heartbreak finally overtook you. You continued to scream at him, throwing pillows, books, and anything you could find on your dressers, in his general direction. Your husband dodged what he could, trying to come closer to you. “Stop Y/N! Stop it! Don’t throw anything else!” He caught your wrists in his hands, causing you to struggle against his grip. “No! Not until you tell me why you did it! Why Johnny?!” 

“I don’t fucking know! Alright?! I don’t know.” The air around the both of you thickened in  a tense silence, neither of you knowing what to say. It felt like years were going by, when in reality, only a few minutes had passed. Tears fell from your eyes constantly, but you did nothing to stop them, as both of your wrists were still held by your husband. You looked into each other’s eyes, trying to see who would be the first to speak. You decided to be the one to break the silence. “Well, when you figure out why, you let me know.” You pulled your wrists away from his hands, and walked towards the closet. Your husband watched in disbelief and shock. He didn’t think you’d ever leave, and that was his first mistake. Not only were you packing your bags to leave, but you’d probably file for divorce soon too. On that striking realization, your husband finally sprung into action. 

“Y/N wait! Please... please, I know I don’t deserve it, but could you at least tell me where you’re going? And if you’ll be back?” Your husband was on his knees, the hem of your skirt in his  hands as he  waited for an answer. His head hung towards the ground, still not brave enough to look you completely, in fear of what he’d see in your expression. But you had nothing left to say to him. He’d broken your trust, and your heart. What more could you possibly say? You pulled your skirt out of his hands, and made your way down the stairs, and out of the door. Johnny finally broke down, as he realized he’d truly messed up this time, sobbing into his hands. “What have I done?”

[thebisexualdogdad]

Hi! This is about cobra Kia and maybe could you please write about Miguel and himbo being best friends and being Johnny son?

● you are as much of a himbo as your dad Johnny 

● you and Johnny share a single brain cell while Robby got all the rest of them 

● you and Miguel had become best friends when the Diaz's moved into the complex 

● and of course your dad had taught you karate when you were younger and were super excited when he started cobra kai back up with you and Miguel as his students 

● you help Miguel with girl problems 

● "you just gotta be yourself dude" 

● "that's easy for you to say you look like you just stepped out of a modeling catalog, you have girls, guys and everyone in between falling for you" 

● when Miguel wins the all valley tournament you run onto the mats and pick him up onto your shoulders with ease 

● you're the one who starts the whole stadium chanting his name

● "Whoo, that's my best friend!"

● you're so excited about Miguel winning you forget that to do so he had to beat your brother 

● you see Robby on the way out of the event to celebrate 

● "it was a really good match Robby and you kicked some ass out there today"

● "thanks Y/N…" 

● "I miss hanging out with you, you think we could go to the arcade sometime? Just the two of us like old times?"

● "yeah I'd like that" 

● there's plenty of all nighters playing video games with Miguel

● Johnny "hey guys it's 3am and you have school tomorrow maybe you should hit the sack" 

● "dad tomorrow is saturday" 

● "huh… well okay then have fun, you want some beer? I won't tell your mom if you won't Miguel" 

● when Miguel gets hurt you spend every day in the hospital with him 

● Carmen "I'm grateful Miguel has a friend like you Y/N but you should really go home and get some rest"

● you really don't like how intense the whole rivalry thing got, you were just in it for the fun

● there are plenty of times you've wanted to punch Hawk yourself for being really annoying 

● "why can't you just leave Demetri alone dude" you tell him as Hawk and the others were beating up on Demetri once again

● "its because of the Miyagi Do's Miguel got hurt, they have it coming to them" 

● "look Miguel is my best friend and I'm pissed about it too but we all need to accept it was an accident, we're just making things worse by getting in all these fights outside of the dojo" 

● "don't be a pussy Y/N and just punch the nerd already"

● "that's it I'm done and if Miguel still wants to hang around you assholes when he gets better than that's on him" 

[smileysuh]

Set Up : Frat!Johnny

🌙 staring. Johnny x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. Johnny is never rude to anyone. which is why your four frat friends, Doyoung, Taeyong, Mark and Haechan think it’s so odd that you clash heads with the six foot Chicago native. Lucas has a secret, your friends try to play match maker, and you get sabotaged on multiple occasions, but it’s just another week at the frat.

cw/ tw. frat nct, lots of shenanigans in the frat, the boys act as match makers with powerpoints, jokes about Mark having a mommy/daddy kink... MEAN Johnny, Dom!Johnny, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (f receiving), choking, hand cuffs, sex without a condom (wrap it when you tap it), big boy Johnny, man handling, pet names, im not going to lie this was completely self indulgent fic- English major Johnny- mentions of Jane Austen as a date idea, Himbo Light Tower, etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 14.4k

🍭 aus. frat, enemies to lovers, slow burn, crack, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. find the rest of my frat universe here

The music feels amazing - or maybe it’s the shot you’d taken when you’d arrived at the frat - either way, the next best thing to make your night exciting would naturally be: a boy. 

You don’t have to wait long.

Hands find your waist, and when you look down, you let out a giggle.

It’s Halloween, and from the gloved mitts, striped orange and black, you think the guy behind you must be a… tiger?

You hope to god he’s not a furry. 

You’re feeling bold. It’s the first time you’ve come out to the frat.

You’ve somehow become acquainted with a group of its members in a first year philosophy course. Mark, Haechan, Taeyong, and Doyoung, well, Haechan specifically, decided in first class that you would be their new best friend, and had continued to sit next to you every day until he made it a reality.

They’re nice guys, it feels good to have friends with frat guys who aren’t douchebags, you’ve met quite a few. There are some asshole frat boys, but you try not to think about that as you turn in your mystery man’s arms-

And come face to face with the biggest asshole frat boy of them all.

Well, that’s debatable, but to you, it’s a fact. Not that you have much experience with frat boys other than your small group of friends. 

You’d met Johnny Suh on your first day of classes. He’d been in your introduction walk around group and his charismatic loudness had charmed many people… you were not one of them. 

Johnny, meanwhile, couldn’t wrap his head around how big the stick up your ass must be for you to not appreciate him and his jokes.

In fact, he’d kind of taken it personally, and it has affected any friendship the two of you may have been able to start on that first day.

You see each other around campus, you even have a class together (where Johnny continues to be obnoxious), but this is the first time you’ve been face to face with him in ages. 

You can tell from his expression, the way his brows pull together even under the stupid tiger hat, that the rambunctious frat man recognizes you too. 

“Oh,” is all he has to say to you. 

You mirror his frown, pulling away from the paws on your hips 

“Are you a tiger?” you ask. “Who comes to a halloween party as a tiger?”

Johnny lets out an exasperated puff before rolling his eyes. “I’m Tony the Tiger. You know, the cereal? And what are you supposed to be?” 

He takes in your halloween costume, eyes raking your form with a judgemental stiffening of his upper lip.

“For your information,” you glare up at him, “I’m one of the three blind mice.” 

You pull your glasses out, the old specticals to go with the cane and tophat you’d also ditched earlier... and realize maybe this is super lame. 

Maybe.

Haechan had come up with the outfit, not you, and apparently no one other than Taeil was whipped enough for Haechan to dress in a friendship costume for Halloween. 

So here you are as the third blind mouse with neither of the others in sight.

Johnny cocks his head, “you’re friends with Haechan huh?”

“Are you?” you ask in shock.

Johnny laughs. “Sweetheart, you’re in my frat house.” 

You’d gotten frat vibes from Johnny, but never stopped to consider he’d be in Haechan’s frat. 

You open your mouth to say something snarky when your best soft boy friend, Mark, makes a sudden appearance up on your right, making both you and Johnny look at him. 

“Mom, Dad, I don’t feel so good.” the red faced Canadian groans just as Haechan arrives like a babysitter that’s always three steps behind his charge.

“Mark, you’re so funny!” Haechan bellows, obviously tipsy, but also obviously trying to cover something up.

Trying to cover up Mark, who has reached out to play with Johnny’s tiger tail. 

Mark is shit faced.

“Mark, let's get you some water,” you sigh, brushing over the fact that he’d just called you and Johnny mom and dad. You can make fun of him for that later, but right now, you need to get this child to safety. 

“No, let’s party, he can deal with himself!” the maknae pouts, grabbing at you, “and where is the rest of your costume!?”

“Haechan, let me take care of Mark,” you say to the man who has forcibly made himself one of your best friends in the past few months. You look at Johnny as you direct Mark towards the bathrooms, making sure to lace your words with venom, “I was tired of this party anyways.”

Mark stops puking at around 2 am.

Although other frat boys have popped in and out of his room and the bathroom to check on the both of you, you’re the only one who’s been consistently with the resident music theory major.

Taeyong stuck around for a while, even gave you a new set of comfy clothes once it became clear that you’d be playing nurse for the long haul.

It’s now around 7 am and Mark is passed out in his bed.

His roommate, Yuta, had shown up in the room at around 3, taken one look at Mark moaning in pain, tangled in a dark duvet, with a puke bucket on the floor, and you sitting there, and the elder man had offered you his bed to get some much deserved shut eye. 

Yuta is asleep with Mark now, and they actually look kind of cute: the elder of the two is the bigger spoon, and Mark is drooling on Yuta’s arm, which has become his pillow.

You’ve heard about Yuta with some frequency, but this is the first time you’re really meeting him.

A sleepy Japanese prince is not what you expected from tales of a mischievous flirt with anime character hair… which, you have to admit, is perfect even while he sleeps.

You sit up quietly, looking around the room for your few things.

Sleeping over had never been part of the plan, but Mark had needed you. 

Now, you just want to get home and rest in your own bed, with sheets that don’t smell dualistically pleasantly and disgustingly like axe body spray and layers upon layers of cologne.  

You wonder, momentarily, when the last time this bed was washed, and a shiver runs from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

The frat is quiet as you escape Mark’s room and move down to the main floor. You figure you’ll grab a glass of water before you leave, just to feel a little cleaner.

You don’t even consider anyone else being awake, which is how you nearly bump into Johnny Suh for the second time in under twenty four hours.

“Jesus fu-” He stops himself, as he readjusts the cup of coffee in his hands that you’d nearly knocked to the floor. Then his eyes look at you. “What are you still doing here?”

What a wonderful thing to wake up to, you think.

You cross your arms over your chest and open your mouth to respond, but before you can, Johnny says, “Are you wearing Taeyong’s clothes?” 

“What’s it to you?” you challenge him, narrowing your eyes. You know what he’s insinuating, but it’s none of his business, and besides, he has the wrong idea.  

Johnny sips his coffee, still looking down at you. Neither of you have really moved from your near collision, and this close to the wall of a man you’d nearly run into, you’re starting to become aware of how large Johnny is, he truly invades your space, a cocky smile on his lips all the while.

“Just not used to seeing Taeyong’s fuck toys walking around the next morning.” Johnny answers smoothly. “He must not have tried too hard with you.”

You’re shocked by his words, jaw dropping at the fact he’d actually gone there- 

“For your information,” you say firmly, “I’m not one of Taeyong’s fuck toys. He’s one of my friends, and I stayed over all night taking care of Mark, which is something that maybe you should have been doing after he called you dad.”

“Mama was working on it though, weren’t you, sweetheart.” he winks as he walks past you, not saying another word, and you look after him, gobsmacked, with your heart racing.

“I still feel bad about it though,” Mark frowns after apologizing for the seventh time since you all sat down for your Monday morning lecture.

“Mark, it’s fine,” you assure him, “if anyone should apologize, it’s Johnny.”

“Really? For what?” Haechan laughs, leaning in, visibly more interested in the conversation at the mention of his favourite six foot frat brother. 

“I bumped into him in the kitchen when I left,” you explain. “And after seeing me in Taeyong’s shirt, that he’d given me while i was taking care of Mark, Johnny pretty much said i was one of Taeyongs ‘fuck toys’.”

The gentle man who’d done the crime of lending you a hoodie and sweats has ears that turn red at your words, and he immediately starts to sputter out excuses, “I’m really not a player-” 

“Liar.” Doyoung shoves his friend with a laugh, “Taeyong’s a slime ball.”

“Am not!” Taeyong pushes Doyoung back with a smile.

“Do I have to sit between the two of you again?” you sigh, only half joking.

The fourth class of term you’d actually had to separate them because they’d started fighting over what movie they were going to watch that night, and things had started to get physical.

“And Taeyong,” you touch his forearm, “you can fuck whoever you want, I don’t care, it was just rude of Johnny to say.”

“That’s not like Johnny to be rude though,” Mark yawns, stretching his arms up and over his head before crossing them over his chest, a thoughtful look forming on his boyish features.

“Are you sure it was Johnny and not Jaehyun?” Haechan asks. “That sounds like something Jaehyun would say to fluster a girl.”

“It was definitely Johnny, but remind me never to talk to Jaehyun if that’s his tactic for ‘flustering’ women,” you laugh.

“Y/N, why are you single?” Taeyong asks. 

It’s something that feels sudden to you, but it’s a question that’s been on his mind since he met you months ago. 

You shrug, taking a moment before responding with, “I just haven’t found the right guy, i guess. Who knows?”

“We know guys,” Mark offers.

“You know frat guys,” you correct him.

“Hey, frat guys are nice too,” Haechan pouts, resting his head on your shoulder to remind you that he’s your baby whilst still being a frat guy. 

“We could set you up with someone,” Taeyong insists, “we know lots of nice guys.”

“Like Kun,” Doyoung throws out a name.

“Or Winwin,” Haechan suggests.

“What kind of guy are you even into?” Mark is fully turned to look at you now, determined to set you up with a guy in penance for making you be his nurse at the party. 

You open your mouth to respond, but that’s when the professor shows up to start the lecture. 

“We’ll talk about this later,” you promise, with no clue that, for the next hour, all four of your companions will be making detailed lists about who they think they should introduce you to.

You’re not sure how you end up in Taeyong’s room, a glass of wine in your hands, with Haechan presenting a (shockingly) semi well put together powerpoint on which of his frat brothers you should date. 

Haechan is the first presenter, and he seems to feel that you should date, shockingly, him.

But ‘if you don’t want his awesomeness and can’t give up your friendship’ (he said begrudgingly), he supposes “YangYang and Hendery are pretty cool, too.” 

This immediately disqualifies him as having any sway in your choice, according to Doyoung, who states: “YangYang and Hendery are children, I thought we wanted to set her up on a date, not to go baby sitting.”

“Hendery is literally older than me,” Haechan deadpans.

“Exactly, disqualified,” Doyoung announces. “Taeyong. you go next.”

“I wanna go next,” Mark whines, earning some bickering that results in Taeyong giving in to the younger man. 

Mark’s powerpoint isn’t as chaotic as Haechan’s was, in fact, it’s actually kind of okay.

Mark suggests Yuta as a potential date and cites “anime” and Japan being “the shit’ as reasons to go out with Yuta. He shows not one, not two, not three, but six different pictures of Yuta’s hair in an attempt to sway you. 

His second potential boyfriend for you, is Johnny, and Mark holds his hands up in defence immediately when you gawk at him. 

“Okay, hear me out on this. You two started on the wrong foot but he’s a nice guy-”

“Mark, I’m not dating Johnny to fulfil the weird Mommy and Daddy fetish you have for us,” you say as you sip your wine, giggling with the others at your own directness. 

Mark blushes in response. “Oh my Jesus-” he groans, “I don’t have a mommy daddy fetish-”

“Next powerpoint.” Haechan smirks over his wine glass at his floundering friend.

You momentarily glimpse the list before Mark closes his powerpoint, barely registering the pro’s of Johnny. 

Taeyong’s powerpoint is simple, providing a picture of his number one: Kun, and bullet points that read as follows: “can cook, nice, sexy smile, will treat you well, needs cuddles”.

“You know what? Those are all true,” Mark says after you’ve read the list out loud.

“Especially the last one,” Doyoung smirks. “He’s been trying to cuddle Winwin lately-”

“Which brings me to number two, Winwin!” Taeyong interrupts Doyoung, who, to be fair, interrupted Taeyong’s powerpoint first. “He is tall, quiet, a sweet boy, and good at everything.”

“And he’s cute.” Haechan points out, nudging you with his shoulder.

They’ve been trying to get you to rate their frat brothers on a scale of one to ten for the past week with little success. 

Doyoung’s powerpoint is last, and he starts by thoroughly detailing the members you shouldn’t even look at. 

“Jaehyun,” he begins sternly, “a man slut, doesn’t use sheets, never showers-”

“Thinks being mean to girls is flirting,” Haechan interjects.

“You’re a hypocrite, but yes, avoid,” Doyoung concludes. “Next, Lucas. Don’t be fooled Y/N, he’s six foot, but this kid-”

“You can’t just spill Lucas’s secrets!” Taeyong smacks a hand over Doyoung’s mouth. “Just trust us, you don’t want Lucas.”

“But he looks like a big puppy,” you say, endeared, leaning in to get a better look at the image Doyoung has used for his powerpoint.

“Why did you even show her the bad ones?” Haechan takes the mouse from Doyoung to skip to the next powerpoint slide.

“So she knows who to avoid,” Doyoung answers, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“You literally just showed her two of the hottest guys in the frat and then said ‘avoid them,’” Mark giggles, enjoying the craziness that naturally comes from hanging out with this particular group.

“I think, the clear answer to who Y/N should date, comes down to what she’s looking for,” Doyoung says, when Haechan finds the slide with the most info on it, “So I broke everyone down into categories and awarded points-”

You take one look at the spreadsheet and groan, hiding in Haechan’s embrace as he also tries to escape the numbers on the screen. 

“It’s Friday night,” Haechan moans. “Why numbers?”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “Fine, if you don’t want to read my exact spreadsheets and scoring, then, long story short, I kind of agree with Taeyong about Kun.”

“What?” everyone sits up to look at Doyoung, who refuses to meet your eyes. 

He hates agreeing with Taeyong. 

“Kun is mature, kind, volunteers a lot, he’s in the pre med program- he can cook, he can clean-” Doyoung lists Kun’s accomplishments off the top of his head and you watch with a smile.

“Sounds like you should date Kun,” you tease.

“You know what? Fine, maybe I should.” Doyoung crosses his arms over his chest. “And I guess you can have Taeil,” he switches to his number two option and earns a “Hey! Taeil is mine!” from Haechan.

“So, I guess… Kun then?” Mark asks.

“He’s the most suitable.” Taeyong shrugs.

“According to Doyoung’s creepy math game he did,” you point out, making Doyoung screech and flip back to the math slide. 

He tries to explain it, but you’re already conversing with Haechan and Mark, thick as thieves as Haechan scrolls through Kun’s instagram to show you pictures of the pretty man in pre med.

Kun’s charming, his smile inviting, and he’s a great conversationalist. 

“I don’t think you realize how much the others must trust you,” Kun says as you’re walking from bubble tea to the theatre. 

“How do you mean?”

“Haechan suggested I take you to this movie,” Kun tells you, “It’s the biggest secret of the frat apparently. Wednesdays at four, the campus movie theatre will be practically empty. Sometimes we go during reading week all together, but it’s nice to go on a Wednesday you have off and get the best seats and have the whole place to yourself.” 

“Your frat secrets are kind of lame.” you joke, earning a chuckle from Kun who nods.

“It’s true.”

“Taeyong said there’s some secret about Lucas, but he wouldn’t let Doyoung tell me about it.” 

“And you’re hoping I will?” Kun can read you easily, and he smiles.

He thinks you’re cute, and he’s flattered that out of the whole frat, he’s the guy your friends thought should take you out. It means he must be doing something right.

“Please?” you grin.

“Lucas’s secret, let me think.” Kun runs a hand through his hair. The secret is pretty obvious to him, seeing as Lucas doesn’t really have secrets. In fact, is this even a secret? “On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t tell you.”

Your heart sinks in disappointment but you don’t push him.

At the theatre, Kun pays for popcorn like a gentleman and you both head in. He was right about it being practically empty. There are three singles scattered around the lower half of the room, so you and Kun find a place in the middle, the best seats.

Things look like they’re going to go smoothly, the lights turning off to signify the start of the movie- and thats when shit hits the fan.

Someone slides into the seat next to Kun and when you look over, your eyes meet Johnny’s, “wait, fuck-” he looks between you and Kun, “Am i crashing a date?”

“Yes,” you seethe as Kun asks “what are you doing here?”

“Haechan said they’d be playing a fun movie today and I had time, he said a few frat guys might be here and I saw you sitting in our usual spot so i just-” Johnny is trying hard not to look at you, trying to explain the situation to Kun, “but fuck, what’s she doing here?” he can’t hold back any longer, looking at you, “this is our frat’s secret movie time-”

“You don’t own this theatre, Johnny,” you hiss at him.

He glares at you, then he reaches out and steals some of Kun’s popcorn, and you can’t believe-

“Can you like… sit somewhere else?” The words are harsh as they leave your lips. 

“Nope,” Johnny answers firmly, turning to look at the screen as the ads start to play, “these are frat seats, you should move.”

Kun sighs as he sits between the two of you. 

Of course no one mentioned the fact that you have beef with Johnny, notoriously the scariest frat boy when mad- 

Kun puts two pieces together and realizes that Haechan had a hand in this mischief.

Now if only the pre med student could play detective and come up with the reason why Haechan would set this whole thing up-

Your leg is bobbing slightly from anxiety and Johnny leans over Kun to tell you to stop, his hand resting on your thigh to force you to adhere to his warning.

Kun sees what’s going on.

Although it’s clear that you and Johnny don’t.

Haechan must think the tension between you and the tall Chicago man is sexual, and Kun can definitely see it, buried beneath the garden variety aggression you’re both showing each other. 

You shove Johnny’s hand away, knee bobbing even harder and the man on Kun’s right throws his head back, groaning.

This is going to be a long movie.

“Haechan?” Kun calls when he knocks on the door to the younger man’s room. 

“Come in!” it’s Taeyong’s voice, not Haechan’s.

When Kun enters Haechan’s room, he’s met by Mark, Yuta, Taeyong and Doyoung.

The man who’s still fresh from his date is taken aback for a moment at the congregation here, on a Wednesday night? Then he sees they’re all crowded around a phone.

“Is Y/N telling you about the movie?” Kun asks, realizing nearly immediately what’s going on.

“No.” Mark grabs his phone and pockets it, a true friend, Kun thinks; making sure your thoughts about Kun are private despite Mark being friends with both of you.

“I just wanted to say, Haechan, I think you’re right about Y/N and Johnny.” Kun’s eyes land on the abnormally quiet member.

Haechan laughs, not the least bit ashamed of having been caught tampering with Kun’s date.

“What do you mean?” Doyoung looks between them both, having obviously been kept in the dark in regard to the younger mans meddling ways.

“Haechan sent Johnny to crash the date,” Kun answers, “at first I wondered why, but then I saw it too, the way they bicker-”

“Haechan, did you purposefully ruin Kun’s date after we voted-” Doyoung stands up aggressively, Taeyong holding him back with a grin. 

“I never voted for Kun,” Haechan says. “No offence, Kun. Mark pointed out Johnny as an option and I just thought-”

“Haechan!” Johnny arrives in the room next, having gone to the kitchen when they got back after the movie before heading up here.

“Johnny!” Haechan beams at his older friend. 

“You set us up,” Johnny says angrily, coming to stand next to Kun. “You told me people would be at the movie-”

“They were!” Haechan insists, “Y/N and Kun are people!”

“I don’t know what you think you’re trying to do,” Johnny glares, “but this shit better stop.” 

“What shit?” Haechan blinks cutely.

“If I see her around again-”

“You’re gonna what?” Haechan is playing with fire, “Kiss her?”

Johnny nearly lunges at Haechan, who throws himself behind Mark to use as a human shield.

Taeyong, Doyoung and Yuta grab at Johnny, stepping into their roles as peace keepers, and Kun takes a step back. He’s not really part of this, that much - at least - is clear now.

The premed student slips from the room without saying anything, allowing the others a chance to work this out without him there.

“Just admit you like her!” Haechan screams from behind Mark while Johnny gets visibly angrier.

“I don’t!” Johnny yells back. “You know what?!” he stops struggling. “Fine, if you guys want to play this way, I can be mean too.” 

He already has been mean to you, but Taeyong doesn’t think that needs to be pointed out as he watches Johnny.

“What are you going to do?” Taeyong asks when Johnny doesn’t immediately reveal a plan to ‘be mean’, which is setting Taeyong on edge as the frat president. This is his responsibility.

“If you guys want to set her up with Kun, I can set her up with Jae.” He pulls out his phone.

“We voted against Jaehyun though,” Doyoung says.

“I never voted,” Johnny states.

Like father, like son, Taeyong thinks sarcastically to himself, eyes darting between Haechan and his resident ‘Big’ frat brother. 

“Someone has a girl they want me to bone?” Jaehyun’s head pokes through the door a moment later.

“Absolutely not,” Doyoung says immediately.

Johnny just smirks, handing his phone over to Jaehyun, which is open on your instagram profile. “She’ll probably be at the next party,” he says after a moment of a visibly interested Jaehyun scrolling through your social media-

“We won’t invite her,” Doyoung interjects.

“I already did though,” Mark frowns.

After the Halloween party- well, if he gets shit faced again, having you around is a good thing. Mark realizes maybe he does have a slight, odd, mommy kink, now that he thinks about it-

“She’s cute,” Jaehyun says, eyes darting over Johnny’s phone screen.

Taeyong swallows thickly at this. It feels like Johnny is offering you up to a hunter, his next prize- 

“She’s our friend.” Taeyong says, trying to sound dominant, but he falls short when facing Johnny, who takes one look at him and chuckles.

“Did you hear that Jae? They don’t want you to fuck their precious girlfriend,” Johnny taunts.

“She’s really nice,” Yuta says.

“Hey, you’re not one of her boyfriends, stay out of this.” Haechan pushes at Yuta, who laughs. 

“What’s going on here?” Jaehyun looks amongst the men, trying to identify the source of the drama. “Are you guys actually all dating this girl-”

“Of course not,” Johnny takes his phone away, “in fact, Jaehyun, think of it as a competition-”

“Oh no-” Taeyong hides his face in his hands.

Jaehyun loves competition.

Johnny is way too smart for this shit.

If Jaehyun thinks of sleeping with you as a competition… then, he’s going to win. He always does.

Taeyong once saw Jaehyun scale the on campus library building on a dare just to say he could, with no prior climbing experience. the captain of the university soccer team had taken one look at Haechan demonstrating how to (sort of) climb, and had somehow become an expert off of the one shit tutorial.

“Me versus them?” Jaehyun smirks as he looks at the room. “Easy.”

“So if you see this man,” Doyoung forces his phone in your face again, “Do not interact.”

“I get it,” you push his hand away, tired of seeing Jaehyun’s picture over and over again, as if you don’t already know what he looks like. “You guys still haven’t told me why Jaehyun is going to come talk to me, I’ve never met him.”

Taeyong had decided it be a good idea not to tell you that Johnny’s the one behind this new… speed bump in your love life- the one they now feel responsible for: Jaehyun being horny and on the loose. 

Haechan and Mark are team Johnny, with unwavering faith in their Hyung being a good match for you.

Whereas Doyoung and Taeyong are more cautious, trusting what you’ve verbalized to be your feelings over Kun and Haechan’s ‘notes on sexual tension’. 

Taeyong and Doyoung think it’s best if they let you and Johnny stay away from each other, which is what you’ve both said you want.

And Mark and Haechan? Working like nasty little gremlin cupids to get you and Johnny either together, or close enough that they can use Jaehyun to make Johnny jealous.

The jealousy angle is Haechan’s hypothesis, obviously, but Mark thinks he has a good plan here. And worst comes to worst, Johnny doesn’t get jealous and you maybe make out with Jaehyun- who, honestly? is a nice guy.

Mark thinks you two could be cute together.

Johnny is in the kitchen with Lucas and Jungwoo. Sometimes the three of them find each other simply due to their height and then cumulate like a beacon of himbos for all the pretty girls coming through the front door, only to be star struck by the trio. 

Haechan pulls out his phone and his stalking skills go into effect- only to have snap chat’s location services become useless by the fact that you’re in the same house, and the app can’t specify your floor level.

How else can he find you?

A quick look around the room tells Haechan that Jaehyun is nowhere to be found. And if Jaehyun is intent on following through with Johnny’s challenge, however stupid it may be, he’ll be nearby you.

Haechan puts himself in Doyoung’s shoes. You’re at the party with Doyoung, where would you be if not in the main room? Upstairs in a bedroom hanging out with… Taeyong isn’t around either, or Yuta now that the maknae thinks of it- 

Haechan’s eyes narrow.

You’re having a mini party in someone's room and didn’t invite him or Mark, it’s the only plausible option.

Haechan knows it’s because Doyoung views them as the enemy now, in this twisted game of wing-manning that Haechan may also be completely adhering to the imaginary rules of. 

So that means you’re either in the ‘DoTae’ room, or YuMark’s… YuMark… Haechan’s too drunk to come up with ship names right now. His body carries itself upstairs and he heads to Doyoung’s room first.

The upper floors are only accessible for people in the frats and close friends, and because of this there are only a few people in the halls.

Haechan’s eyes spot Jaehyun hanging out and chatting with a girl, Taeil and Winwin.

Jaehyun looks at Haechan who smirks, ducking into Doyoung’s room, which Jaehyun is obviously monitoring from a distance. He’s not really friends with you, so unlike Haechan, Jaehyun can’t just casually walk in and insert himself into the conversation.

Completely unshockingly, when Haechan enters Doyoung’s room, there you are. 

Doyoung has a glass of wine, and Haechan wonders how he ever gets laid. 

Taeyong is seated comfortably, lounging with a lazy look in his face and a bottle of beer between his fingers.

Yuta has the saké out.

You’re sitting there in the middle of it, the pretty prize everyone has been obsessed over for weeks- And you have no idea.

“Y/N!” Haechan puts on his sweetest drunk voice. “Come dance with me!”

You don’t stand a chance against those puppy dog eyes and everyone in the room knows it.

You’re rising to your feet before you can even register that you’re agreeing. 

Haechan smiles sweetly at you, and as he ushers you through the door, his grin turns into a smirk, flaunting his win over the others. 

Haechan’s fingers lace with yours as he pulls you past Jaehyun, loitering in the hall, and down the stairs again, to the main room where the music is the loudest and the people make it easy to get lost, although, Haechan still has eyes on Johnny and the Himbo Light Tower. 

“Haechan!” you squeal when he stops in the middle of the room, turning to pull you into a hug.

He sways a little to the music and begins to sing obnoxiously in your ear, you realize he’s not flirting with you, no, his behaviour is more playful. 

Your friend pulls away from you but keeps your fingers locked, singing even louder and more like a mad man as he gets you into the song. 

He’s drunk.

You know it.

He knows it.

Johnny, who can clearly see you both... he knows it too.

But one thing you don’t know about drunk Haechan, as you haven’t seen him this sloshed, is that drunk Haechan enjoys this magical thing he calls ‘platonic kissing’. 

When Haechan does it with the guys, it’s one thing - grabbing them and pressing kisses to their cheeks or even their necks - but Johnny worries that you may react… badly.

Haechan hasn’t had a female friend in ages. Johnny can tell that he’s on the precipice of becoming “sloppy Haechan”, and as much as you annoy the shit out of Johnny, he’s not sure he can let you become the next thing in the path of destruction that is hurricane Hyuck.

“Who’s that girl with Haechan?” Lucas asks, nudging Johnny’s shoulder as he follows the other man’s gaze.

“Ooh Y/N?” Jungwoo perks up, eyes also landing on the two of you. “She’s friends with Mark, and Doyoung, Haechan, of course, and Taeyong,” he pauses, blinking thoughtfully, “And Johnny?”

Jungwoo’s a little drunk, but Johnny knows for a fact he sometimes puts on the stupid act, especially since he went blonde, to get his way with things.

 Jungwoo is curious about the drama, and who better to worm information out of than the source himself. Johnny admires Jungwoo and his tactics. 

If the pretty mechanical engineer ever wants anything in life, he’ll find a way to get it.

“She’s not my friend.” Johnny clarifies for them both, “but I should go step in before Haechan starts kissing her-”

“Jealous?” Lucas’s smug voice makes Johnny stop and turn to look at him.

“Jealous?” Johnny laughs at the word, “of Haechan?”

“The girl is cute.” Lucas shrugs.

First Jaehyun, now Lucas? 

And, Johnny supposes, maybe Haechan’s even under your spell.

What’s with this, and how did you end up in his frat of all the possible frats?

Johnny shakes his head, too tired to argue as he wades into the crowd. 

Haechan spots Johnny and the Chicago native is almost happy when the younger man lets go of you in favour of him, throwing his arms around Johnny, whose name he bellows loudly.

Johnny can’t even bring himself to feel angry at Haechan for dragging you to the dance floor for sloppy drunk shenanigans. Haechan’s too cute and snuggly in his arms. 

Haechan is a master manipulator, and he takes these precious moments of hugging to come up with a plan. 

“I’m tired,” Haechan says, fake yawning. He knows how cute he is. “Can you guys take me to bed?”

“Both of us?” you ask.

“Yes.” Haechan reaches out to grab your hand, forming a link that you know he’s not going to give up on easily.

You and Johnny exchange a look and he sighs, rolling his eyes, “Let’s get you to bed,” he says. 

Johnny leads the way upstairs towards his and Haechan’s room.

As you near it, Haechan runs ahead, earning a groan from Johnny.

When you reach the room, Haechan climbs out the window. 

“I-” your eyes widen and you look to Johnny, who doesn’t seem too phased.

“He climbs out there all the time.”

“Not while drunk!?” you say, hoping.

“Not while drunk.” Johnny agrees, then bounds over to the window, sticking half his body out of it to look at Haechan on the roof outside. “Haechan, get your ass back in here.”

“Maybe you should come and get me,” Haechan smirks, playing on his drunk persona even though the night air, and maybe the hight of the roof, has sobered him up a bit. 

Johnny doesn’t answer, he stands up in the room and looks at you, “he’s fine.”

“He’s on the roof, he’s not fine!” you rush over to look out. 

It’s not super far down but- 

“Go get him,” you say.

“What?” Johnny laughs. “No. You go get him.”

“Fine.” you grab the windowsill to pull yourself out and Johnny stops you, one massive hand wrapping around your forearm.

“Hey, stop, what are you doing?” 

“Going out to get him, I told you-”

“No, it’s dangerous.”

“It’s worse for him, he’s drunk!” 

Johnny groans, “this is obviously a trick.”

He’s used to Haechan and his mischief after having lived with him. 

You’re not.

“A trick?” you gasp. “I’m going out there.”

Johnny tries to stop you but you push him, and despite you being much smaller physically, your motion sends him a few feet back. 

He groans, hating that he’d had to release you, or risk pissing you off even more. 

Johnny watches you climb out the window. “If you die-”

“If I die, you can laugh like the devil you are,” you seethe, holding tight to the wall even though you have some standing room. 

“Johnny Hyung! Come look at the stars with us!” Haechan calls to the man who has stuck his head out of the window to watch you both. 

Johnny nearly jumps out of his skin when Mark shows up next to him. 

“Shit, you have to go and help her,” Mark says.

“What’s with everyone and going on the roof? Haechan will be fine!” Johnny groans. “And Y/N would be too if she hadn’t gone out there-”

You let out a small squeal and Johnny finds himself half out the window, body immediately jumping to your aid. 

“Mark,” he stops to look at the Canadian, “this window locks from the inside, this stick keeps it up, don’t let it close,” he warns, this is just one of the reasons he hadn’t wanted to go out in the first place.

“Haechan’s really busted this window up huh?” Mark giggles to himself as Johnny sets his eyes on you... and Haechan, he guesses. 

“Did you slip?” Johnny asks you, wondering why you’d squealed. 

“A little,” you admit shyly. 

The ledge is semi slanted and not super wide, so even if you were walking it wouldn’t be comfy.

You’re sitting now with your feet dangling off the edge, Haechan looking as comfortable as ever next to you.

“It’s not that long of a fall,” the mischievous drunk says.

“Then you jump it,” Johnny growls.

Haechan shakes his head. “I climb down that thing.” 

And then, Johnny watches as he goes over and does just that, climbing down the trellis for flowers, which Johnny is sure many frat boys have used over the years.

“Let me help you get up to your feet, and then we can go back in the window-” Johnny says to you, turning to look in the direction he came- and he watches as Mark slowly closes the frame.

He can tell Mark’s motions are delayed because he questions himself, but the moment of pausing, of showing Johnny what he’s about to do- it’s almost crueler. 

The window slams shut, and for good measure, Mark locks it too, even though Johnny is sure it’s going to be stuck now until Haechan can wedge it open again. 

Johnny will never know what that kid did to ruin the window this badly- 

“They planned this,” Johnny realizes. “No fucking way.”

“I told you, you never want to be my enemy, loser!” Haechan calls up from the ground.

Johnny had never realized that the second floor is actually decently high up. Are the ceilings on the main level above standard? Or maybe it just looks like a long ways-

“Come sit.” you sigh, bringing Johnny back to reality as you pat the space next to you. “And Haechan? Go to sleep or have some water.” 

“Yes mom.” 

The younger man sticks his tongue out at you before winking and heading inside.

A few people are watching the whole thing from near the fire pit while smoking. Jungwoo and Lucas look up at Johnny, and then even Jaehyun shows up.

“Are you two alright?” the newest man outside is the first of the three to ask a question in the small time it’s been since Haechan left you stranded in shock.

Lucas hands him a cigarette and Jaehyun takes a drag while Johnny relays that you’re both okay. 

“Why’d he call you mom?” Lucas asks.

“Don’t you know?” Jungwoo giggles, “Mark has a mommy daddy fetish for Y/N and Johnny.”

“Oh.” Lucas nods, but you can see he still doesn’t truly understand what Jungwoo is saying.

Jaehyun chuckles, having realized the same thing you just did. “Maybe we should leave these two.” 

He’s picked up on everything. 

Haechan wouldn’t go to that much trouble to get you and Johnny together without an ulterior motive, and employing sweet innocent Mark? 

Jaehyun, like Kun, is yet another casualty in a love war being fought in the frat. 

Looks like this is a win for Haechan side, if he even has a side other than his own self interest and match making aspirations. 

With one last drag and a wink from Jaehyun, the three head inside to leave you at peace with Johnny, who’s still shocked by Haechan and Mark’s dual betrayal. 

Is it a betrayal though?

Haechan has tried twice now to get you together, and as much as he acts like it’s all mischief, there must be something pure at heart there-

With Haechan, there always is.

Maybe Johnny should just follow Haechan’s intuition.

“Are you scared of heights,” he asks softly, and it’s the first truly calm, peaceful, pleasant thing he’s said to you.

You think about it. “it’s not a long ways down,” you tell him. “I know we could make it, it’s just odd sitting in this position with your legs hanging like this.”

Johnny looks down and is suddenly shaken by a sense of vertigo. 

“Let’s look at the stars then.” 

You laugh, following his lead and tilting your chin up. “I can’t believe sweet baby Mark just closed the window on you-”

“I know,” Johnny laughs. “I wonder if this was always the plan or spur of the moment.”

“Good question,” you cock your head as you consider it. “A bit of both maybe?”

There’s a moment of silence, then: “Why do you hate me so much?” 

“What?” you laugh.

“If they put us together, it’s for a good reason. So. Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you-”

“Coulda fooled me,” he rolls his eyes and nudges you with his shoulder.

“See, that’s what it is, the cockiness.” 

Johnny laughs like it’s a joke; “You think I'm cocky.”

“Why do you hate me!?”

“Because you don’t laugh at my jokes.”

“Well i just don’t find you particularly funny,” you throw back, narrowing your eyes as you lean towards him, the air thick with tension. Neither of you want to back down.

“Because you’re bias and prejudice.”

“You don’t even know what that word means.”

“Oh really? What’s my major huh? Little miss smarty pants?” Johnny glares at you. “Why wouldn't I know what the word Prejudice means? Too Jane Austen for you?” 

“Are you an english major?” you ask him in shock, momentarily taken aback by the turn of events.

Maybe you do have him pegged wrong.

English majors are cute. You’ve always had a thing for them- you wonder why no one had mentioned this about Johnny before- wait. ‘English Major’ had been on Mark’s power point… hadn’t it?

Had Mark known you best of all? And even gone against the status quo in the off chance it would convince you to give Johnny a chance? And what does Haechan also see in the tall man? To be this devious to get you together?

You can’t lose your trust in those two, not now.

“You have a hard on for English Majors, princess?” Johnny smirks at you.

“You see?! cocky!” you groan, turning to look at him and give him a piece of your mind- and you nearly fall off the roof.

Johnny grabs you quickly, and slams your body back against the wall with his arm-

“Watch it,” he growls, steadying you both, “look up at the stars.”

“I don’t take orders from you,” you glare, but do as you’re told. “Look, if we’re going to just argue, I want to talk about things that are interesting at least.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” 

“Like, Lucas has a secret that everyone seems to know about but me-”

“You’re not a frat brother.”

“I mean, I sort of am-” you tease, eager for the information more than anything else.

“You’re not in our frat secret club, even if Kun told you about movie Wednesdays,” Johnny says simply. “I’ll tell you someday, but not here.”

“Someday,” you laugh a little at the word, he sounds so certain. You suppose you are best friends with his best friends now, maybe he’s just accepted that you’re going to be around now. 

“Listen. I’m going to pretend you don’t find my cockiness to be not fun,” he laughs to himself, “and maybe you could pretend I'm not so obnoxious. We can start over. I have to go kick Haechan’s ass, but on Wednesday, I’ll be at the movie theatre if you want to show up and fight me for the best seat.”

“Sounds like you’re asking me on a date, Mr. Suh,” you smile, skin heating at the prospect to betray your inner thoughts. 

Why does this sound like such a good idea?

“No, I’m telling you to square up. Movie theatre, Monday at four, I’ll buy popcorn.” as if for theatrical flair, Johnny jumps off the roof. He lands in the grass, and looks up at you, a cheeky grin on his face, “it’s really not that far.” he tells you, “Jump down, I’ll help you.”

“Fuck it,” you take a leap of faith and land in Johnny’s arms. 

He smiles when he sets you down.

“I thought you’d need more convincing,” he admits.

“You don’t know me, we’re starting over right?” you ask.

“True.” Johnny nods.

“It’s been nice to meet you Johnny, now go kick Haechan’s ass.”

Haechan’s ass kicking consists of Johnny locking him out for the night. Haechan, of course, went back to the party after stranding you on the roof, and he’d stumbled up at two AM to find his bedroom door locked. 

You had gone to hang out with Doyoung and Taeyong, who generally prefer to spend time together at the wind down of big frat parties. 

Kun, oddly enough, had shown up at twelve and offered to drive you home. The car ride had been pleasant, and Kun hadn’t asked you about Johnny or talked about the awkward date you’d had.

You think it’s obvious at this point that the set up between you and Kun hadn’t worked. Instead, he asks you about your friendship with Doyoung, Mark, Taeyong and Haechan, and he’s even able to give you some insight on them. 

Turns out they’d all taken the first year course you’d met them in for fun, something you already knew, but the new information is that they’d mostly planned on skipping.

You’re the reason they attend at all, which Kun complimented you for. He’s never known something to bribe all four like that, well- money and beef could convince those men to do just about anything- but Kun had a point.

He watched you walk all the way to your door, even waving to say goodnight before driving off. 

You wake up the next morning in a daze, shocked at the night events.

Johnny kind of asked you on a date.

You’re not sure why you didn’t tell Taeyong and Doyoung after the fact, but you find yourself messaging Mark and Haechan in their separate ‘young ballers’ group chat where they primarily spend the time shitting on Doyoung’s taste in wine.

By noon you’re in a diner, shuffling into a booth with Haechan and Mark, both of whom look like shit, which you expected on a Saturday after a frat party.

Haechan tells you about having to sleep in Taeil’s room, and this begins a discussion about why Haechan loves Taeil the most- 

You enjoy being with Mark and Haechan, and soon plates of food are placed in front of you.

“So Johnny asked me out,” you say when Haechan is mid bite of food, causing him to sputter dramatically.

Mark smacks the younger man on the back, looking at you with doe eyes. “You mean the roof plan worked?” 

“Sort of,” you answer. “We’re restarting, as if we’ve never met. Maybe we could be friends.” You shrug.

“Friends who wanna fuck,” Haechan says loudly, earning a hand over the mouth from Mark who is not having his shenanigans this early in the morning. 

“So basically it’s a movie on Wednesday,” you explain.

“So original.” Haechan rolls his eyes, that had been his plan for Kun’s date with you last week. He can only pay the Dreamies off to get them to stop going and date crashing for so long- 

And to see Johnny with a girl? He’s pretty sure they’re going to up the price on that one.

Kun Hyung had been one thing, but Johnny- well he might actually get some action-

Haechan needs to get his mind out of the gutter. 

“Why are you two so convinced about this?” you ask.

“Because Johnny never hates anyone,” Mark answers. “The fact that you two don’t get along-”

“It just doesn’t happen,” Haechan interjects. 

 “If we’re wrong, then we’re sorry.”

Haechan snorts, “Speak for yourself.”

“Dude,” Mark groans, beginning to argue with his friend about their responsibility, and how locking you on the roof was kind of irresponsible- someone had threatened to call the fire department on them- (Haechan debunks this and says it was Doyoung who made the threat and he of course, never followed through, or even went to check on you or Johnny-) 

Conversation with these two is easy.

They don’t make a big deal out of the whole thing, and breakfast proceeds pleasantly. 

Monday, however, doesn’t go over as well.

“Johnny? Really?” Doyoung can’t believe it, his eyes clenching as he makes a disgusted face, throwing his arms up in the air and turning in his seat to look at Taeyong. “She’s choosing a date with Johnny over Kun?”

“Johnny’s nice.” Taeyong shushes Doyoung, who is really most upset about being wrong in his matchmaking choice. His primary reasoning against Johnny was your verbal hatred of him, which has seemed to have done a 180 turn. 

“I always knew it,” Mark says, something he’s been repeating since you all sat down.

“Actually Yuta ‘the Japanese Prince’ Nakamoto was your first choice, Mark Lee,” Haechan taunts. 

“Well, Johnny wasn’t even on your list,” Mark retorts, annoyance evident in his tone.

“That’s cuz I’m not a little mommy daddy creep like you are-”

“I’m not a mommy daddy creep-” Mark says a little too loudly… just as your professor walks in. 

Mark declares, an hour later - after sitting through the most embarrassing lecture in the front row of his life - that he’s going to drop out of this class and kill himself, not necessarily in that order. 

“This fucker isn’t even picking me up,” you mumble into your cell to Mark as you make your way to the movie theatre. 

“Does Johnny even have your phone number?” Haechan’s loud gum chewing invades the phone.

“No, but he could dm me on insta.”

“This isn’t even really a date though,” Mark points out. “He just said ‘ill be there, come fight me’.”

“It’s a date,” you say for the fifth time today, “it’s the way he said it-”

“Didn’t he legit say ‘come fight me for the best seat’?” Mark laughs.

“You know what? You’re not nice,” you hang up on him and call Haechan who answers with a giggle.

They’re in the same room, and you’d been on Mark’s speaker phone, but you’re making a point.

“She likes me better,” the maknae taunts Mark momentarily. “It’s a low maintenance date and you deserve better, baby.”

“Aren’t you the one who worked hard to set this up?” you laugh, in love with the shenanigans. 

When you get to the theatre, you pay for your ticket and head in. Johnny is in the best seat already, and his legs are up, arms out.

You approach with caution. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he says, looking up at you while lazily motioning to the chairs on either side of him with his hands, “sorry, these seats are taken.”

“Fuck off,” you groan and turn to leave but he catches your hand.

“I’m kidding,” he laughs. “Old habits die hard.” 

His large, warm hand tugs at your wrist, pulling you down into the seat next to him, and then he offerings you popcorn. 

“I can’t believe no one comes to movies on Wednesday at four,” you say, looking around the empty theatre and gnawing on the treat thoughtfully, “why do they even run-”

“Do I look like wikipedia to you?” Johnny asks, head lolling back as he tosses popcorn up into the air, catching it in his mouth.

He knows the answer though: It’s one of his friends working tonight, thats the only reason they have the inside scoop. Ten’s good on this sort of thing, and he’s a pretty funny worker, always letting Johnny in for free. 

Johnny’s pretty sure Ten charged you at the door even though Johnny told him you’d be showing up.

“What movie are we even watching?”

“Again with the questions,” Johnny laughs. “I don’t know, read the ticket.” 

He sets the popcorn down and pulls his ticket from his puffer, handing it to you.

For a moment you appreciate his outfit. The poofy jacket is a pretty blue colour and his backwards baseball cap is boyish in the cutest way possible. 

Your brows furrow as you read; “Pride and Prejudice (2005), what the-” 

Johnny’s lips press to yours and cut off your sentence. 

You’re a little shocked, but don’t pull away, which prompts the frat boy to kiss you harder. He moves the arm between your chairs up to get more space, then goes to cup your face. You groan a little when his teeth sink into your bottom lip, and he smirks against your mouth.

You push at his shoulder, “I can't believe you,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you sit in your chair.

Johnny laughs, “what?”

“We just met at the party and you kissed me on our first date, what kind of girl do you think I am?”

Johnny laughs. 

He thinks you’re the kind of girl who will spend hours playing mom friend and taking care of a drunk bestie.

He thinks you’re the kind of girl who will crawl onto a roof to save a man who’s nearing something like gremlin levels of mischief… who doesn’t even need saving.

Instead of saying either of these things, Johnny notes your anxiously bobbing leg and muses with a sigh, “I think you’re the kind of girl who asks too many questions and should just relax.” 

“Oh yeah?” you turn to look at him, realizing you’ve asked another question.

“Yeah.” Johnny’s eyes stay fixed to the screen, which plays dull trailers. 

“Here, let’s role play,” you say, rolling your eyes at the way Johnny perks up, “I’ll be you and you be me.” You change your voice to be deeper, “I’m Johnny, and I think everyone needs to just be chill and that every girl desperately wants to fuck me-”

“And I’m Y/N, the femme fetal haunting Johnny, making his life in the frat miserable and even prompting one of his best friends to lock him on a roof,” Johnny throws back at you. “And I try to hide how desperately I want to fuck Johnny just like all the other girls-”

“Screw you Suh, maybe I’ll just go find Lucas and figure out his secret myself. If you have girls lining up to go on dates with you it shouldn’t be hard to find another one to watch this movie with you.” 

Johnny chuckles, “still hung up on that secret, huh?” 

“Always.” 

Maybe he’ll finally tell you.

“Look, here’s the deal. The secret has to do with Lucas and a life skill he doesn’t have. If you really want to know the secret, you have to let me show you the life skill.” 

“A life skill,” you repeat, “like driving?”

“Something like that,” Johnny smirks, as if he’d ever make this easy on you. 

“Okay, I agree.”

“Great, now sit through this movie, be quiet, and afterwards we can go back to the frat so I can show you ‘the Lucas secret’.” 

“You’re the one who’s going to have to stay quiet during the movie,” you say, taking some popcorn he offers you without thinking too much about it. 

“Am not,” Johnny insists.

“Are too.”

“Silent game start now.”

Five minutes into the film he asks you if you think Mr. Darcy is sexier in this movie or ‘the other one’ as if the 1995 BBC adaptation is the only other version.

Johnny’s familiar shared room with Haechan greets you at dinner time. Johnny insisted on stopping for takeout on the way back from the movie, and he sets up a place for you to both eat. This is not a conventional first date, and you’re tired of treating it like one.

You kind of like the domesticity of it all, the way he pats his bed for you to sit down across from him. 

He’s gotten rid of his puffer now, and you can appreciate the simple crew neck underneath, it shows off his massive shoulders-

You talk about your majors, about how Johnny got into English of all things.

“A guy like you just doesn't look like an english major,” you say.

“That’s English major prejudice,” Johnny retorts with a mouth full of ramen, “english majors can be hot.”

“That’s why I was surprised you’re one.”

Johnny sets his food down, he was done with it anyways, and then he takes a sip of his water. 

“Take that back.” he says after swallowing. 

“No,” you set your chopsticks down, smirking at Johnny triumphantly.

“Okay, well, have some water then,” he offers you the bottle.

His behaviour is throwing you off.

It feels like the calm before a storm, but you just wish the tempest would just hit already- you’ve realized you kind of enjoy pestering the big man.

You enjoy his reactions.

“Why do I need water,” you ask as you take a sip.

“Because I’m about to fuck the shit out of you, and show you all the different ways that Lucas can’t make women cum.” 

“What?” you squeak, choking a little on your water as Johnny casually moves the food off the bed. 

“You heard me. I told you I’d show you the life skill Lucas fails at, this is it,” he says, heading over to the door to lock it. “Cut the shit, I know you enjoy being a brat,” he comes to stand at the foot of the bed, your entire body turned to face him. “You want a reaction, here it is. Drink your water and then tell me how you want it first, I’ll keep my cock for last, but now, you get to choose, tongue or fingers?”

You lick your lips. “Both.”

Johnny laughs. “A brat and she’s greedy,” he tuts. “Maybe you don’t deserve it.”

“I do.”

 Your voice is weak and Johnny grins when he hears it. How easy it is to make you putty in his hands. Where’s the fire? Have you seriously been all bark and no bite this whole time?

He watches as you lick your lips, swallowing thickly, “Also, if you’re going to show me all the different ways Lucas can’t make a girl cum, does that mean you’ll have to show me multiple positions?”

Johnny laughs, there’s the girl he knows. 

“If you want.”

“So maybe more than just tonight then?” you inquire, stepping closer to Johnny, who’s super turned on by the change in events. He kind of enjoys you fighting back, just as much as you enjoy getting a rise out of him. 

“Are you trying to lock down dick appointments, baby girl?” Johnny coos.

“You tryna deliver, hot shot?” you’re nearly chest to chest now. 

“I guess I can give you both to start,” Johnny concludes, going back to the original matter at hand.

Then he bends down to lift you up, pressing his lips to yours and easily carrying you to the bed. You grab his face, an angry molding of teeth and tongues, a groan leaving Johnny when you bite his lip sharply. 

He tosses you onto the bed and grabs the bottom of your pants. “Off,” he says, giving you just enough time to get your jeans unbuttoned before he’s tearing them completely from your body. 

You enjoy the aggression, the way his pupils are blown with lust- 

Johnny falls to his knees, hands dragging you towards his awaiting mouth. You watch the way he licks his lips, eyes focused on your core, “cute panties,” he pulls at the flimsy material, “looks like someone planned on getting laid tonight.”

“Yeah, just not with you,” you throw back at him, smirking when his eyes narrow.

“It’s like you want to be destroyed,” he says, nipping at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You refuse to let a moan leave your lips although it bubbles up inside of you, body betraying how turned on you are even as your mind continues to want to fight the man between your legs.

“I do, so stop talking and get to it-” you reach down for his hair, and he smacks your hands away.

“No touching,” Johnny growls, fingers hooking in your panties and slipping them to the side. “So wet,” he smirks, thumb coming in contact with your clit as he spreads your slick around. His other hand pushes your thighs open wider to give him more space, his shoulders are just too damned large-

You hold your breath when Johnny moves closer, tongue taking its first test lick at your folds and making your toes curl. You grab onto the bed but it’s just not the same, so you reach for Johnny’s hair again.

“Did I not just tell you, no touching?” Johnny growls when he snatches your hands from the air, pinning them to your tummy as he looks up at you.

“I elected to ignore you,” you answer, toying the line playfully with a grin on your face.

You flex your hands, and both of you look down to his grip on your wrists. 

“You want to be tied up, don’t you, kitten?” Johnny asks, releasing your wrists.

You can’t believe he’s suggesting handcuffs this nonchalantly, as if they’re just a casual bedroom toy for a first date fuck.

You want him to ruin you.

He takes your silence as a yes and you watch Johnny stand up and head to his closet. He comes out again with a pair of handcuffs. Not nice fluffy pink ones, or silk ties- but real handcuffs. They look durable. They look legit. They make your pussy throb looking all hot in his large hands like that-

You’re practically drooling, remaining docile and submissive as Johnny gets on the bed, prompting you to raise your arms above your head by direct brushes of his fingers against your skin.

Once your arms are where he wants them, the english major handcuffs you to the bed frame.

You watch the cuffs click into place, locking you in.

“If you’re not having fun anymore and can’t use a safe word, just kick me or something,” Johnny says when he gets between your legs again. 

Now that you’re higher on the bed, he has to lay flat on his tummy to give his mouth access to your pussy, and you watch the way his hips grind down against the mattress. 

You wonder if he’s even doing it consciously, or if his body is just super high strung too, tired of all this tension, ready to be released-

“Kicking you sounds like a great idea,” you say, the fighting words leaving your lips as a second nature, even though you don’t mean them.

Johnny laughs a little, nuzzling his face against your thigh. “You better be nice to me, kitten,” he clicks his tongue, fingers touching the wet patch on your panties that has formed since he allowed the fabric to move back into place. 

“You promised to make me cum,” you point out, seeing your pleasure as pretty much a guarantee. 

“I did.” Johnny tears your panties in two- “I want to have you cumming until you’re crying for me to stop.” 

His mouth fully attaches to your pussy, tongue pressing into you. Your hands try to reach for Johnny only to be harshly stopped by cold metal, which is unforgiving as it bites into your wrists. 

A gasp leaves your lips when Johnny’s tongue flicks your clit.

“First I’ll make you cum like this,” Johnny says, voice low and sending vibrations through your core deliciously, “And when you’re cumming, I’ll give you my fingers and force out another orgasm just to teach you a lesson.”

Overstimulation. Bondage. Dom Johnny. Pet names. Tension-

He’s eating you out so vigorously that you can hear the slurping sounds. It’s the most you can do to lay there, back arching off the bed as your muscles constrict and you cum on his tongue, pulling against your restraints when Johnny slips two fingers into you, as he promised he would. 

Even as you cum, pussy pulsing with desire, Johnny continues his motions, fingers slamming into you roughly and creating new pleasure.

You’re not sure when one orgasm ends and the other begins, but you’re sure that Johnny has made you cum twice as he continues to work you despite your moans increasing in pitch. 

“Fuck, Johnny-” you nearly scream when his lips return with full force to your clit. 

Is he going to be this unrelenting the whole time? Two orgasms already? Can’t he just come up and kiss you?

His digits curl into you and your body shudders, caught in a liminal space where you’re coming down from your orgasm while simultaneously rising up to yet another one. 

You can hear your wetness on his fingers, a pathetic squelching sound makes your skin heat with embarrassment. 

“I need you,” you say, voice cracking.

The desperation is obvious, and it makes Johnny pull his mouth away from his prize, although his fingers continue. 

“I’ve only made you cum twice, baby,” he chuckles, “think of all the other ways I can make you cum.”

You groan, eyes closing as you rest your head back in the pillows.

You’re tied up and at his mercy. He has all the control- 

But his fingers just aren’t enough, not when you know for a fact that he’s packing.

Come on, a man this big? You’ve shamefully been considering his dick size for the past few days, and you’ve come to the conclusion that a happy seven incher would be nice, but he’s probably even bigger.

“Make me cum with your cock please?” 

The ‘please’ thrown on at the end shocks you both.

“Are you really that dick whipped for me already?” he grins, pulling his fingers out of you, “shameful.” 

His words make your skin flare with heat and embarrassment, and you keep your mouth shut as you watch his next move. 

Johnny adjusts to be kneeling between your legs, and he holds himself over you with one hand while the other brings his digits to your lips, “taste yourself for me,” he commands.

You look into his eyes as you accept his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue and hollowing your cheeks, doing your best to be as sinful as possible in an effort to test his patience. 

His lips are on yours the moment his fingers are gone, and your tongues clash for dominance. Your legs wrap around his waist tightly, forcing him to grind down against your exposed core. His blue jeans are an interesting texture, but not the one you want.

You pull against the handcuffs, groaning in frustration and sinking your teeth into Johnny’s lip. 

“Uncuff me,” you pout when he pulls away to give you a warning look.

“You bit me so I’d uncuff you?” he asks, sitting up and rubbing at his lip dramatically. 

Of course there’s no blood, it’s not like you’d bitten him hard… well, I mean, if he enjoys that sort of thing-

“Yes?” you look up at Johnny and he shakes his head at you. You’re half naked and he’s already made you cum twice. He has you in cuffs but you’re still in your shirt and bra, he hadn’t bothered to remove them, too eager to get to his meal-

Johnny reaches down and pushes the fabric up slowly, exposing a strip of your stomach.

You suck in a breath, staying still and watching the shirt rise higher and higher. Finally, he reveals your bra, letting your shirt go once it’s just under your arms. 

“I guess I will have to uncuff you to take this off,” he sighs, reaching out to touch the pretty bra you’d worn, “or I could cut it off” he pulls the strap and it harshly smacks back against your skin when he releases it a moment later.

“Cut it off?” the words make your heart race faster in your breast.

Johnny smirks, humming, “a knife, or scissors-”

“If you ruin this bra, Johnny Suh, I swear to god-”

“I already wrecked the matching panties,” Johnny reminds you, pulling them out of his back pocket to flash them in front of your face. Your hands are cuffed and you can’t even try to grab back the material. “It’s cute that you wore a set for me.” 

He tucks the lace back into his pocket. Then his hands both go to your waist, and he enjoys watching how large they are compared to you, how his long fingers look slowly going up and up until they’re brushing the underside of your bra.

“I told you,” you say, voice husky as you also enjoy the feeling of his fingers, “I didn’t plan on getting laid with you.”

“Stop lying,” one of his hands moves up to grab your throat, forcing you back into the pillows.

“Maybe,” you choke out, and he releases your neck enough for you to speak better, your smile widening, “you should actually fuck me and prove I’m here with the right guy.”

Two orgasms aren't enough for you it seems, and Johnny… honestly doesn’t mind? 

He’s loving this brat side of you, loving the banter-

“I think I’ll just have some more fun first,” he concludes, hands going to your bra and lifting it. He forces the uncomfortable band up and holds it there so he can attach his lips to your nipple.

Your back arches off the bed and moans leave your lips as Johnny’s free hand cups your other breast, warm and soft- until he’s pinching your nipple. 

“Johnny-” you whine, pulling against the handcuffs, “fuck-”

He stops pinching your nipple and you let out a breath- only to moan when two fingers slide inside of you again.

“Sometimes girls can cum just from their nipples being sucked,” Johnny says, looking up at you. “Should we see how long it takes for you to cum that way?”

You can’t believe him. 

“You can make me cum like that another time- but please-” you swallow thickly, “I need your cock.” 

This time, when Johnny looks up at you, he can see you’re broken fully. Can see the desperation in your eyes, all glassy and pretty-

Johnny realizes you’re so worked up that you’re on the verge of tears, and something snaps inside of his chest.

Is he being too mean to you? 

You watch quietly as Johnny sits up. He removes his fingers from your core, licking them clean before he reaches over to grab the keys to the cuffs, which are sitting on the bedside table- They’ve been taunting you this whole time.

Johnny uncuffs you, and all it takes is one free hand for you to go straight for his cock. You lean up to press kisses against his exposed neck as he undoes your other wrist, chuckling even as you squeeze him through jeans.

Of course you’re not broken yet, it had been a farce, a trick to get him to uncuff you.

He doesn’t mind.

Once both your hands are free, Johnny goes to get your shirt off completely. It feels good once you’re fully bare, even if Johnny is still completely clothed. You can change that for him.

“Take this off,” you plead, pulling roughly at his shirt before your hands go back to his zipper, getting it down-

Johnny sits up and you groan in frustration, missing his warmth, his smell-

Most guys strip quickly, but Johnny? You kind of love that he puts on a small show for you.

He reaches behind his head to bunch up the fabric near the nape of his neck, opting for that form of shirt removal as opposed to a normal ‘grab the hem and lift up’ style. You have to admit, you’ve seen videos of men taking their shirts off this way and been struck by how sexy it is, but with Johnny? 

You can feel yourself getting wetter just by watching.

Once his shirt is gone, his hands move down to his jeans, and you struggle to find time to appreciate his muscular form while also watching the movement of his hands eagerly.

You’d gotten his belt undone, the top button, and the zipper down, but you’re kind of happy that’s all you got to do- because now you get to watch Johnny strip.

His hair is messy and he looks gorgeous with his head tilted, watching you as he toys with the waistband of his jeans. 

Can’t he see that you’re practically foaming at the mouth with need for him? 

With wrists newly freed you reach for Johnny, making grabby hands to show him how badly you want him. 

You’re tired of verbally begging, but you don’t want him to smack your hands away if you actually touch him, no, grabby hands are the way to go.

He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life, and as he looks down at you, he gets mad that you’re perfect for him. 

The tension in the air is addicting, and Johnny is done playing around. He has extreme patience, but you’re testing him, more than any girl before you ever has. 

Johnny decides he misses your lips, and needs a distraction, needs his eyes closed so his mind can stop thinking so much. 

When Johnny is situated between your legs again, lips back on yours, you’re not sure what you want to touch first. His pretty hair? Or maybe you want to cup his perfect, angular face? Or scratch at his back? You bet he has a gorgeous back, if his front is anything to go by. 

Wow, maybe you should touch his chest- or his abs-

Johnny pushes his jeans down and all your thoughts are forgotten, mind narrowing in on one thing and one thing only.

Your eyes are closed, his tongue still clashing against yours, but you can feel how large he is. Can feel when his cock slips against your wet entrance, his girth obvious as it slides between your folds. 

Then you’re pushing your hand between your bodies, grabbing his cock, and lining him up with you. 

“Fuck me,” you growl against his mouth, locking your legs behind his waist in an effort to get him to just push it in-

Johnny chuckles at the way you’re trying to use your legs. 

You’re so cute thinking he’s not about to decimate you. 

As if you need to ask.

Johnny has patience, but now that his cock is out? It’s go time for the six foot frat boy.

He slams into you fully, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth, and your finger nails dig into his shoulders while you gasp into his mouth. 

Johnny isn’t kissing you anymore, although your lips are close- instead, you’re looking into each other's eyes. You can feel his breath against your face, and each thrust makes him pant a little, your own squeaks and whimpers greeting his. 

“Fuck,” Johnny groans when you hike your leg higher on his hip, causing him to slide deeper, “you’re so fucking tight-”

“You’re just huge,” you tell him, smashing your lips to his again.

You love the way he takes your breath away. You love the bickering. You love the growls leaving his throat as his hips repeatedly slam into yours, cock head hitting deep spots that have your toes curling.

Johnny is holding himself up with his arms on either side of you, and he pushes himself up enough to be able to move one hand down to your clit.

His fingers light sparks that go shooting through your body from your pussy outwards, and a sinful whine leaves your lips in response. You pull at Johnny’s hair to earn a groan, and although a rumble does leave his chest, your motion has mostly just spurred him to rub your clit harder.

Why is it that every time you try to mess with him and make him desperate for you, he flips the tables and turns you into the melt? 

“Going to make you cum like this,” Johnny tells you, tearing his lips from yours only to move to your neck, marking your skin in love bites and kisses between his words, “And then I’ll make you cum just from my cock.”

“Promise?” you ask, pulling him away from your neck so you can look at his eyes. 

The sincerity in your expression brings back the warm feeling in his chest. 

“Promise” he confirms, sealing it with a kiss. 

Johnny’s motions on your clit have become too much for you to bear when combined with the brutal pace of his hips. Your whines get louder and higher, pussy clamping down on Johnny when you cum.

Johnny kisses you to eat up your moans, and he also has to distract himself from the way your warm walls are fluttering around him, the way you’re grabbing him so tightly he thinks you might never let go- he teeters on the edge and is honestly shocked that he doesn’t fall over with you, he’s too determined to make you cum one final time- 

Like he’d promised. 

When you come down from your high, Johnny allows his pace to go slower. He kisses your cheek, and for the first time, he doesn’t have a snappy one liner to throw at you. 

Well, that’s a lie.

He could say ‘ready for one more kitten?’, or maybe ‘bet you fucking loved that’, but one promise has made the entire mood change, and now, Johnny wants to make sure you feel good- he doesn’t want to degrade you anymore, he’s sure there will be time for bickering later-

Later. 

You’ll have to stay the night, he decides, as he looks at the way your hair spreads across his pillows-

You open your eyes and Johnny looks back at you, hand coming up to pet your face, waiting for you to say something.

You take a deep breath and smile like the cheshire cat as you wrap your arms tighter around Johnny’s shoulders, pulling him to your lips again. “Okay, now give me the next one.” 

The next one. 

The next orgasm he’s promised you.

Johnny laughs against your mouth, shaking his head a little even as he adjusts, “flip over-”

“No,” you hold him tighter, “like this… doggy me later.” You press a quick kiss to his lips, batting your eyelashes at him.

Johnny is so whipped for you- of course he folds to your wants immediately. Doggy be damned.

This whole time he’s been thrusting slowly, and now his pace begins to quicken again. He’s had his break, and he’s ready to work you up, ready to once again earn your moans and eat up your pretty sounds.

You cup his face, falling deep into these natural motions, lips moving against Johnny’s. There’s no need for words anymore. The tension is gone, now, all that’s left is the lust and passion. 

Johnny groans when you move your leg up his hip again. His own hand slips down to grab at your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh. 

His sounds turn you on more than anything you’ve ever heard before, low and deep, coming from his chest, vibrating through you at this close proximity. 

“Cum for me,” you whisper when you move your lips to Johnny’s neck, tangling your fingers in his hair to force him to give you access. You know he’s marked your own skin at least once tonight, and now you get to return the favour.

Johnny groans at your dirty words, loving the way they sound coming from you.

And the way you’re sucking on his neck- how the fuck did you find a spot that feels so good- 

Damn. Johnny’s not usually the type to accept hickeys, but hell, he’d let you do anything you want to him if you throw in a cute ‘please’ when asking.

“You cum first,” he groans out, eyes shutting as he enjoys the feeling of his high approaching.

“Then choke me.” 

He should just ask you to marry him. 

It’s that simple. 

He should just slip out of you, drop onto his knees on the floor next to the bed and beg you.

His fingers wraps around your throat and your eyes meet, his hand pushing you into the pillows. 

There’s something about your eyes, Johnny gets lost in them. He loves the way your hands come up to grab at his forearm, urging him to press tighter on your windpipe as his hips match the rough change of events.

You bite your lip to add even more stimulus as Johnny works you towards yet another orgasm. Your body feels like it’s on fire, this is the most buzzed you’ve been in- well, forever. 

Johnny knows when you’re about to cum, your whimpers reaching a crescendo that he puts a stop to by crashing his lips to yours. When you cum, you both cum while kissing. He doesn’t want his hand around your throat right now, instead, it goes to your face.

Your arms are wrapped around the back of his neck to keep him pressed to you too, as if both of you want some hold on the other incase one of you tries to pull away, without realizing that neither of you are going anywhere.

His hips are a steady force that prolong both of your orgasms.

When you’re both finished, and he stops thrusting, he stays inside of you for a while. You continue to kiss, and despite being tired from your orgasms, just being in Johnny’s arms makes you want to explode-

Johnny pulls away from you and you let out a whine, brows furrowing, pouting, making Johnny laugh. 

“Let me put on some pants or I’ll have to fuck you again,” he warns you.

“Would that be the worst thing in the world?” you ask, tempted to maybe just say fuck it and tell him to get back to the bed-

“Far from it,” Johnny says, pulling on a cozy looking pair of sweatpants. Then he tosses a shirt at you, “it would be the best thing, but” he collapses onto the bed next to you, “what if we watch a movie, and when it’s done, I’ll make you cum any way you want me to, as many times as you want.”

He watches you slip his shirt on, enjoying the way it looks on you. You’re officially his, he’s caught you and got you in a shirt, and he couldn’t be happier about it. Okay, officially is not the right word, but, come on, Johnny’s never had a girl walk away from him before- you won’t be the first.

You look at Johnny and his gorgeous back, exposed as he lays on his stomach on the bed. 

Wow, he got a sappy romance historical drama Jane Austen movie to play in the empty movie theatre for your date, took you home, made you cum four times, and now he’s also offering Netflix and more sex.

He’s whipped for you. A big puppy boy. 

You could get used to this.

“Sounds good to me,” you say, watching Johnny sit up and grab a laptop from next to the bed. 

Then he’s next to you, shoulder to shoulder. 

“And you’re staying the night,” the frat boy tells you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you tightly to his side. 

“I am?” you ask.

“Yes.”

“Well… you do know that if I don’t call Haechan or Mark, one of them might storm in here-” 

“Haechan.” Johnny sits up suddenly, remembering that he does, in fact, have a roommate. 

Johnny had bribed Haechan with a hundred dollars to give him the room for after your date, but, it’s been a while- “now that you mention it, someone definitely should have banged on that door with how loud you were being.”

“Me being loud?!” you shove at his chest. “Screw you, next time I’ll be quiet-”

“Liar, your sounds are cute. I just mean usually whenever someone has a girl over, the guys will go give them a hard time if they’re too loud-”

Loud. 

Noise. 

A frat house. 

Four of your best friends living here- you really hadn’t even thought much about Doyoung, Taeyong, Mark or Haechan when you’d arrived.

You’d been too wound up by being near Johnny, who seems to have this effect on you-

You both reach for your phones to check if you have messages from anyone-

Of course you have about 100+ missed calls/messages on multiple chats. 

Your eyes go to your PHILOSOPHY chat, which includes your four frat friends. Haechan has changed the group name multiple times, but Doyoung (ever the literalist), always brings it back to what your chat was created for and renames it back to it’s original. 

Haechan: check your phone 

Haechan: check  your phone

Haechan: check your phone

Doie: jesus, who are you even TALKING TO?!?!?

Haechan: the one of us getting laid right now who do you THINK?

MORK: someones getting LAID?

Haechan: Y/N is you stupid

Haechan: with JOHNNY

Haechan: HE PAID ME TO NOT GO TO THE ROOM FOR A WHILE AND THEY’VE BEEN IN THERE FOR HOURS

Haechan: where the fuck are you three anyways, why is the frat so empty right now?

Doie: we’re at the basketball game Haechan. We told you we’d be here.

Taeyongie: Jae just scored

Doie: he got a hoop*

Taeyongie: he scored

Doie: he got a hoop*!!!!

Taeyongie: just come to the game Haechan

Haechan: fine, but once they’re done being NASTIES, i have to SLEEP IN THAT ROOM!

Doie: sucks to be you

⇢ Synopsis : a movie theater date with your boyfriend doesn’t go according to.. well, normal. 

⇢ Warnings (18+) : exhibitionism, hand jobs, oral (m receiving), public sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, mirror fucking, degradation, praise, mentions of daddy kink, etc...

 ⇢ Word Count: 500 words

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When Johnny invites you to a movie on Wednesday, you don’t think too much of it. In the near year you’ve been dating, you’ve gone to many movies, and today will be no different-

Or so you think.

The film starts off like any other would; the theatre is mostly empty, and you get some of the best seats in the house. 

It’s about ten minutes into the movie that Johnny’s hand finds your bare thigh. 

This isn’t out of the ordinary at all, and you’d worn a skirt to give your boyfriend access to you- on days you’ve worn jeans to movie dates, he’s simply made do, and you’ve learned not to bother putting much in the way of his greedy fingers-

Besides, you’re already aching for him, having known his fingers would be coming at any minute- and you can’t wait to cum too.

But today, Johnny doesn’t immediately push your panties to the side to burry two large fingers deep in your core- instead, he rubs at the fabric covering your slit, relaxing back in his chair almost lazily, with his eyes fixed to the screen.

Every time he swirls his fingers up around your clit, you want to moan loudly, and after a solid two minutes of waiting for Johnny to just do something, you take matters into your own hands, literally.

Grasping at Johnny’s wrist allows you to keep him exactly where you want him, and you grind down, stifling a gasp at how good actual pressure feels-

Your boyfriend tears his hand away from you with a click of his tongue, and you turn your glare to him, hating the way he continues to stare straight ahead, ignoring you.

“Johnny-”

Now it’s your turn to grab onto his thigh-

The fratboy finally looks at you, jaw set like a challenge, his powerful stare making your heart lurch even in the darkness of the theatre.

Taking a breath, you square your shoulders, a defiant expression forming on your face. You’ve always been a brat, and you’re not going to start being a ‘good little sub’ today, especially without any promises of-

“Make it through the movie for me like a good girl, and I’ll reward you,” Johnny says lowly, and part of your brattiness subsides, if even for a moment, at the notion of reward-

But you want him now!

You move your hand higher on his thigh, breaking into a grin when you find his cock already pressing against the denim of his jeans. 

Your boyfriend lets a hiss of air out through his teeth when you adjust your grip on his length, clawing at the fabric of his pants in an attempt to get better leverage-

Then Johnny shifts, a hand latching firmly around your wrist.

Usually when you’re in public, you’re the recipient of his exhibitionist tastes, and not the other way around.

“If you’re going to do that type of shit here,” he warns lowly, “you’ll have to be on your knees.”

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