#or maybe johnny was already dead at the start of the story and that's also why sonic is passionate about the mission idk

[fleetsonourgecentral]

What If the Royal Au IS like Sonic underground but without the Silblings find their mom part?

Ok it's just I LOVE that Au and I want to help you with It by giving ideas, draws, whatever you NEED <:c

It would probably be difficult for the royalty au to be much like sonic underground considering in sonic underground the royal family has essentially already fallen and gone into hiding, while in the royalty au Scourge's family is still firmly in power and honestly probably doesn't even realise there's a rebellion brewing. Not a lot of places for parallels from what I can see. Although I guess it's similar in that Sonic is trying to take down the people in power lmao, but alas there isn't really a destiny aspect involved in the royalty au. Sonic is just an angry scruffy lil hedgehog commoner that thinks the royal family suck and is actually willing to do something about it, and Scourge just happens to run into him and fully support his cause because "my family fucking sucks and I don't care about any of this royalty shit so sure I'll help you take it down"

Omg aaaaaaa if you ever draw anything for this au (or this ship in general) I am begging you to tag me fhkdsakfkjl no pressure of course but... if you ever decide you wanna... I will certainly not complain about having more art of the bois

[rosesanddecay]

Pt. 2

TW: angst/comfort, reader cries a little and is mentioned to have been in therapy

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The silence was agonizing. The air felt drowning and heavy. It didn’t help that no one could look at each other.

Soap and you have migrated to the couch after realizing that the conversation probably should be had while sitting.

How are any of you meant to address any of this?

Each of you knew just enough to fill in the blanks, but how is-

“So…” Johnny broke the silence and your train of thought. “How do you all know each other?”

“Really, Soap? That’s how you want to start this?” Gaz remarked, letting his grievance show.

“Aye! How else ye expect this to go?! How ye think I feel knowin’ ye’ve shagged my lass?”

“Jesus Christ…” you groan as you hide behind your hands.

“Not everyone-“ Simon murmured leaning back in with his arms crossed.

“Simon!” You exclaim, revealing your warmed cheeks to everyone.

“Well with the way ye look at ‘er I would’ve guessed otherwise-“

“Okay- no, that’s it-“ you stand in front of them all, pointing as you addressed each. “You- Simon, are meant to be dead, I went to your funeral. Fucks sake, I visit those graves everytime I drive past them!”

Simon couldn’t stand to defend himself, because he knew that already. He’d seen you talking to his and his family’s graves every now and then when he went to see them himself. It had torn him apart to not reveal he was alive, but he’d convinced himself it was for your sake. Even if that meant you’d shed more tears.

“You pushed me away for months before ultimately saying that you needed to move for work, that you couldn’t be with me anymore-“ your eyes still held the hurt from long ago as you gazed at Kyle.

“It wasn’t a complete lie…” Kyle scratched at his head, his poor attempt to redeem himself falling flat.

“Shut it, Garrick. You-“ your finger landed on Price, “Why didn’t you tell me you were in town? I assume you’ve been back for a while, so why didn’t you say anything?”

John knew he had no excuse, so he didn’t attempt to deny his reasoning. “Though’ ye might’ve been with yer other man…”

A hefty exhale escapes you as you hold back from saying more. You could slap him, because how, after all this time, does he not see himself as enough? Instead, your gaze landed on Johnny.

“And you, Johnny, you didn’t really do anything, but still, this could’ve never happened if you or John just told me who else was on the team.”

“Or told us who ye were dating.” Kyle muttering was directed to Johnny, but it earned side eye from you.

“Moral of the story,” you continued, “all of you have been keeping things from me. And now we’re here… and I don’t know what to do or say…” your voice broke a little from the festering emotions. Everyone was quick to their feet to comfort you, John worming his way to the front.

“Aye, lass, there’s no need to cry. We just need to talk this out.” John’s hands cupped your cheeks as the tears threatened to spill. “Maybe we should take a break, take a breather. Later, we can talk one on one with you and each other.”

You nod as you try to calm yourself, doing the short breathing exercises you learned from therapy.

John placed a soft kiss to your forehead before being pushed aside by Johnny. His arms quickly envelop you and he kisses your temple.

“Common lass, let’s get ye out of here for a bit…” Johnny whispered and pulled you into the bedroom, leaving the other men standing in a circle, stuck their own thoughts…

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Idk what to call this series so feel free to leave some suggestions!

Also didn’t want to make this series too angsty, but reader is definitely gonna need some one-on-one time with each of the boys…

[emptyjunior]

The concept of Riz dying decades or in some cases Centuries before his friends is too sad for me, anyways Riz isekai/regression au. 

So Riz, at the end of his life, I assume a decorated private investigator, maybe in and out of many agencies until he like unearthed corruption in them and got kicked out, you know just general Riz stuff.  

I think he would honestly get Jacked, but in like a wiry way, I think by the time he was old his combat sense and powers of deduction would be Insane even if his body cannot keep up with his mind anymore. 

And then I assume he’d die peacefully in bed OR in a dramatic and horrifying conspiracy, possibly on a sinking boat or a waterfall, that all his friends would have to investigate in his honour. 

So Riz dead, gone, finally at peace. 

Or at least he Thinks, BEEP BEEP annoying sound of alarm clock waking him up for his first day of school. 

Chronomancy is most likely to blame. 

So general premise is Riz instantly goes from an awkward teen scrambling to solve his babysitter’s disappearance, with no resources or social skills, twitchy and underfed to a calm and seasoned detective. I think that morning when Sklonda goes to see where he is, he’s made her breakfast, bacon and pancakes. And as she sits down in shock at the table, he quietly slides a file over to her which is every active case she’s working on, methodically solved with notes and clearly explained timelines to the culprit. And if she turns it over to the back, there’s also a resignation letter in there and an application to law school ready to be filled out. And when Sklonda looks up at Riz shaken, he just gives her a kiss on the forehead and a smile like he’s seeing someone he hasn’t seen for many years and then calmly goes to class. 

I also want: 

-Dealing with bullies that first day like Ragh and Fabian like he’s greeting loved ones. Darting out of their attempts to grab him with a dancer’s flourish that he could have only learnt from a high elf... 

-I think Fabian would be a Big Part of his plans (because the most fun part of regression time travel stories is when they start Amassing wealth) so I think he honestly just goes straight to his house, tells Bill Seacaster that him and his son are best friends (which Fabian would SCREAM at if he got humiliated by this goblin earlier that day) and then challenges Bill to a shooting contest and thrashes him, which makes Bill keel over with laughter, offer him a place on his crew, offers him his son’s hand (Fabian is hitting critical levels of red anger embarrassed face at this point) 

-Other fun ways to gather wealth, Riz just robs Kalvaxus. Just remembers every little detail about the accounts from his files, goes to the bank, gives all the current passwords, transfers the Entire dragonhoard to his own account 

-And yes the plot would all be decimating Goldenhoard that first year, so Riz just saves every girl before they’re captured, the maidens that have already been taken, hunts them down. I think he goes to the gas station that Johnny Spells and his friend’s occupy, locks the door and walks right into this den of bikers, just full Kingsman fight sequence decimates them. Because I think he would feel So good getting a body back that hasn’t been rung with years of stress and Kristen Shenanigans that he is in like peak condition 

-First Day finds the rogue teacher which is why he has so much time for running around preparing everyone’s future

-I think, honestly, he shoots Coach Daybreak in the head on sight and gets sent to the principal’s office and Aguefort’s like “are you doing a chronomancy?” and he says yea and Aguefort’s like sweet, carry on 

I think he finds Jawbone taking terrible paying bouncer jobs, and just offers him a bodyguard/assistant job so he has a little buddy to investigate with.

Starts a full out war with Helio followers because they had way too much reach in town, and when they try to debate with him he has Way more knowledge about their scripture than they do and some truly dangerous deity blackmail locked and loaded and Helio himself comes down and says haha leave this kid alone he just implied he can reincarnate a God, let’s go, let’s go.

Finds some insane legal loophole that absolutely strips Adaine and Aelwyn’s parents of influence and gives their children power over all their assets. Weirdly becomes very close friends with Aelwyn, maybe it’s because they both have the same taste in liquor now.

I think he’d start an information guild that involves like Zayn Darkshadow, Fig in her many disguises, Aelwyn and surprisingly Kipperlilly. Also Kalina! And he knows exactly how to summon her and keeps saying things to her that are friendly yet intimidating and it freaks her out.

Walks up to gorgug, hands him a study plan pathway to MCAT and walks off leaving gorgug very confused (and probably asking if he was his dad) 

Just fun time travel future knowledge shenanigans! And I cannot restate again, we saw how quick a Junior Year Riz is at investigating and making leaps to the right answer. By the time he is at the end of his life, I feel like he’s reached moriarty levels of detective prowess. The many new enemies he keeps making keep coming to him and he just strips them down with his powers of deduction. He’s looking at how one person favours their left side, or the crumbs on their wrist and knows everything there is to know about them. 

So just Freshman Year, the perfect run, Riz with a lot of angst in a very satisfying detective story getting closure for a lot of things. 

[darth-mortem]

Here is the next text from my English lessons. It's about '22 Ghost and Soap who are inspecting an old creepy house. The names of Johnny's parents I invented myself. 1157 words.

“Where are ye taking me, Lt.?” Sergeant MacTavish asked, sitting in the front passenger seat of a duty SUV.

He and Lieutenant Riley had come on leave to Soap’s childhood town and stopped at his family house as usual. Johnny’s mother, Islay, loved Simon very much, and his father, Major Douglas MacTavish, had already gone hunting with the lieutenant more than once. However, this time they didn’t come for long, and immediately after dinner, Ghost dragged Soap into the car and drove him somewhere.

“Your mother told me an interesting story about your childhood.” Ghost said, looking at the navigator’s screen. “It’s about one old, scary house, which you and your friends were scared by. Islay told me that you’re still afraid of it.”

“It’s absolute bullshit!” Johnny shouted indignantly. “I’m nae afraid o’ anythin’!”

“Well,” Simon pulled over and killed the engine, “then it won’t be difficult for you to enter that house with me and inspect it from the basement to the attic.”

The sergeant rolled his eyes and got out of the SUV slowly. He walked around the car, stopped by Ghost, and took out his cigarettes.

“Let’s smoke, Lt.!” He said cheerfully. “This bloody house is made o’ wood, sae it’s nae safe tae smoke inside.”

The lieutenant nodded silently and took a cigarette. In his opinion, the reason wasn’t the fire hazard of this old building, but he didn’t focus on it. He stood, leaning on the bonnet, and looked thoughtfully at the house. It looked truly terrifying, not only because of the age-blackened walls and the dark hollows of the broken windows but also because of the collapsed roof and the crumbling left extension. The unpleasant feeling of grief, loneliness, and neglect was intensified by the twilight falling on the small Scottish town. There were lanterns on the plots to the right and left, but this house was plunged into complete darkness.

“Well,” Simon threw away the cigarette butt with a snap of his fingers, “it’s time to go, Johnny.”

“Maybe it’s better tae dae it tomorrow?” Soap asked with doubts. “It’s dark now. We’ll break oor legs in this ruin.”

“We won’t,” Ghost answered, opening the trunk boot, “because I took thermal imagers.”

He took out their helmets with night vision devices attached and handed the sergeant his one. Soap sighed heavily and, taking a cue from Ghost, put on his helmet and lowered the thermal imager over his eyes.

“Follow my lead,” Riley ordered, and went to the house first.

“Aye, Lt.” The sergeant got himself under control and started to move behind him.

They entered the house, and there was dead silence when the door had been closed behind them. There were ruins inside: rotten floorboards, cracked walls painted with lots of graffiti, the crooked interior doors were wide open, and directly opposite the entrance raised the ancient carved stairs to the second floor.

Simon and Johnny moved slowly and inspected all the first floor's rooms. The silence started to press on the sergeant’s ears very quickly, and he tried to start a conversation.

“Ye know, Si,” he whispered, “when ah was wee kid, this house was a test o’ courage fur all the wee jimmies in the neighborhood.”

“Why?” The lieutenant asked. “It’s just an old, dirty house. And why’re you whispering?”

“I dinnae know,” Soap blushed a little and started to talk normally. “Thare were rumors that thare was a ghost in this bloody house.”

“Well, now there is.” Simon laughed, and the shards of glass crunched under his feet.

Johnny rolled his eyes and headed for the stairs first. He was really afraid of this house in his childhood, but now he's no longer a little boy. He was the youngest soldier who has passed the SAS selection. He is a member of TF 141, the best unit in the whole fucking world. He shouldn’t be afraid of the old, abandoned house.

There were some weird sounds on the second floor. The weather was quiet, but the creaks and cracks were heard from all around Ghost and Soap. It was cleaner here; furniture, paintings, carpets, and tapestries were stored here. Johnny tried to stay close to Simon against his own thoughts of courage.

Sometimes they stopped when Riley wanted to inspect some kind of dresser or bedside table, but the sergeant could’ve sworn he kept hearing footsteps. However, Ghost didn’t seem to hear anything and didn’t pay attention to the fact that Soap was nervous.

Suddenly, there was a quick thump in the next room, and then something fell there and broke. Johnny, strained to the limit, involuntarily screamed, and then he didn’t realize how he found himself in Simon’s arms, tightly hugging his neck.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The lieutenant asked angrily but continued to hold Soap in his arms.

“Whit wis that?!” The sergeant exclaimed and closed his eyes.

“It’s a rat, Johnny,” Ghost lowered Soap and set him on his feet. “And what do you think this was?”

“I dinnae know,” the sergeant said, opening his eyes and seeing a small red contour in the corner with his thermal imager. “Stupid bloody…”

“Enough,” Simon stopped him. “Let’s go.”

Fortunately for Johnny, they didn’t go to the attic because the ceiling had rotted to the point of having holes. But then Simon remembered about the basement door, so they went to the first floor and headed for it.

The basement was dark, stuffy, and reeked of rats, mold, and rot. There were an old boiler and a mutilated electrical panel. The mountains of junk hung along the wall with thesmall,l broken windows. Johnny followed Simon patiently until they reached the far end of the basement.

“Can we go now, Lt.?” He asked nervously and looked at Ghost through his thermal imager.

“What’s your problem, Johnny? It’s just a stupid old house.” The lieutenant looked at Soap in surprise and kicked the wall.

The old masonry crumbled, and together with the stones, the human skull and bones rolled under the feet of two soldiers. They froze, staring at their finds and at each other. Then Ghost turned back carefully and said:

“Let’s get out of here.”

It was quiet outside, but when Ghost and Soap left the house, the door slammed shut behind them, as if from the wind or someone from inside had pushed it hard.

“You know, Johnny,” the lieutenant said slowly, “maybe there really is a ghost here.”

On the way home, they stopped at a phone booth and anonymously reported the human remains to the police. And a few days later, while watching TV together with Johnny’s parents, they saw a story on the news about a terrible find in the basement of the old abandoned building.

“Is it that th’ house ye wur afraid o’ as a child, son?” Islay asked, looking at Soap. “No, maw,” he lied because he didn’t want his mother to worry, “it’s not.”

[ar3s-r4t-qu33n]

“I have my personal headcanon on what I think happens to her, Johnny, Sissy and Nancy once the Gang are dead, but that's for another time.”

What’s your head canon?

You have no idea the can of worms you have opened 😵‍💫

So,

Everyone is dead. Danny and Virginia are both dead before the game's events, and Ana, Connie, Julie, Leland and Sonny die to the Family during the game.

Maria knows about Virginia and the others. She does NOT know about Danny because she was not near Nancy's House at the time and Johnny has hidden his body somewhere for to use to get his anger issues out. Ana gets the furthest, running from the Family House to Nancy's, finding Danny's body, finding Maria, but is eventually put down (imo by Bubba).

Now, Johnny has been keeping Maria a secret from Nancy and most of the family, so the reveal to them that she's still alive is also a shock.

Now that the kids are dead, Nancy turns on Maria.

She started this mess, she's fucking with Johnny's head, she needs to go for good. Nancy begins to attack, Grandpa he damned, and Maria is just trying to survive. Eventually, they reach some sort of dead end or something where Nancy is absolutely gonna kill Maria.

And Johnny just sees red and kills Nancy.

Maria is his, she is the only thing he's ever had that doesn't belong to the family, someone he chose for himself, someone he wants. And he won't let Nancy force him to stay there again. It's almost exactly like when he was younger and he found out the truth, but now he's bigger and stronger and colder.

Johnny kills Nancy.

And then it goes one of two ways-

Either Maria dies from her injuries, bleeding out, and Johnny just takes her body, puts her in the back seat of his truck, and drives away. He can't go back to the Family House, he can't ever show his face there again. History be damned, the second he killed Nancy, he was no longer Family. So he just leaves, maybe goes off with his Uncle Hands or goes completely solo (the leather jacket makes me think he's spent at least a little time with Hands post-1973), driving around, murdering. He is part of the Texas Chain Saw Massacre, killing his way through the state until we get to Rush Week, where, at the end, he is almost pathetically stopped by the Omega Sigma Theta girls and shot dead by the police, his story coming to an abrupt and bloody end.

OR Maria lives, and is completely traumatised by seeing her friends and sister die and almost dying herself, that when Johnny says they have to go, she merely follows. Again, same deal, he's killed Nancy, he knows he has to go, but he also needs to get Maria out of there; they're free. He makes a pit stop at the Family House, offering to drive Sissy off too so she can give the world another try and she agrees, tossing her blade as they drive away, planning on giving up the life entirely (and leaving Nubbins to pick it up for use in the film, being abandoned again by another sibling).

Johnny and Maria settle down, find a place of their own a fair ways away from any towns, somewhere in the woods where Johnny can hunt animals for food and Maria can take her pictures. And Johnny really genuinely tries to stop killing for a bit. For Maria. He really gives it a shot. But he can't shake that itch. Nancy was right, he wasn't born a Slaughter, but he was raised one, and that is in him forever. He begins at first with sneaking out once Maria is asleep, killing one or two people who he catches out at night on their own. But soon he needs more. Reconnects with his Uncle Hands, starts going away on weekends for "fishing trips" or "hunting trips", always bringing home food for Maria and a little something to sweeten the deal. In reality, he's killing again, bigger targets, like the Sorority. Maria is definitely beginning to suspect, but at this point they either already have children, or she's pregnant, and far too busy to deal with that.

As for how Rush Week ends, either he gets to kill a few or even all of the girls and go home again, back to Maria and their slowly growing family, or, again, he meets his match. He's gunned down, never goes home. Maybe, if Hands is around, he tells Maria what happened or some version of the truth. And she can't go home. Not now, not when Ana is dead and Danny has probably spent so long looking for her. She couldn't do that to her mother, go home with children and the news that her baby sister is dead and she chose to stay with the animal that helped to kill her. She doesn't even know why she stayed, she's traumatised. So she just has to keep going and provide for her family, whatever she can to protect herself now.

I'm not sure which ending I prefer. And I haven't played Rush Week, so maybe that would inform my decision more. But yeah, this is my ending headcanon for Maria, Johnny, Sissy and Nancy. Obviously some creative liberties taken since I truly do believe Johnny loves Maria in his own fucked up way, and I want him and Sissy to forgive each other because I love Sissy and want the best for her. But yeah, hope y'all enjoy

[dr-peppers-monster]

Alive, With You–Chapter 2: Hitched

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Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077

Fic Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Johnny Silverhand/V, Johnny Silverhand/Female V

Chapter Summary: V and Johnny seal the deal, the Silverhand way.

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A few months had passed since V was cured of the relic and Johnny reclaimed his body.

The couple bought a luxurious home up in North Oak, in the same community Kerry lived in but still secluded enough and away from the media frenzy that always hounded them both. V was a well established name in Night City and Johnny Silverhand being back from the dead was no small news, so their lives were anything but private most of the time.

They admittedly loved the fame, wealth, and attention that came with their respective statuses, but they also loved their little world away from it all, just the two of them (and Nibbles, of course) tucked in the hills in this new space they called home.

Johnny and V were cuddling in bed one afternoon, a tv on in the background that they were both half paying attention to. They were both naked save for the blanket draped haphazardly over them, both of them too tired from the previous night’s activities to bother putting anything back on.

“Hey,” Johnny spoke up. “I’ve been thinking of something stupid we should do.”

“I’ve already done you.” V teased. “A lot. Isn’t that enough?”

“Ha ha.” Johnny replied flatly. “I was kinda' thinkin' that maybe we should get married. If you wanted to.”

V’s eyes which were lazily closed snapped open, and she immediately sat up to look at Johnny.

“Are you…proposing to me?”

Johnny smiled. “Yeah. Guess I am.”

V grabbed Johnny’s face and planted a long, deep, excited kiss on his lips. Johnny smiled through the kiss, her answer clear before she said a word.

“Of course I’ll marry you, you fuckin’ idiot.”

Johnny’s grin widened, tucking a piece of V’s hair behind her ear. “Fuck yeah. Wanna do it today?”

V put her arms around his neck, leaning in closer to him. Johnny wrapped his arms around her waist in response, drinking in the pheromones floating between them.

“Wanna make an honest woman out of me, Johnny Silverhand?” She said in a low, smooth voice, her face now only inches from his.

“We both know you’re anything but that.” He teased warmly. “Want everyone to know you’re mine, official like. And, thinking of you as Mrs. Silverhand really, really turns me on.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll take your last name. Correct, but bold.”

Johnny let out a low, grumbly chuckle. It was eating him alive not to kiss her at that moment, the tension between them near to snapping, but he loved how delicious it felt and knew exactly where it would lead.

V reached down and caressed Johnny’s erection over the blanket on his lap, making him quickly inhale in pleasure.

“You're so fucking hot.” Johnny groaned.

“Starting my wifely duties early.” V said, her voice like warm honey. She bit down on Johnny’s bottom lip, pulling it gently.

She pulled the blanket off of him and lifted up her hips, aligning his waiting length with her opening. Both of them let out a sigh when she lowered herself onto him, putting her arms back around his neck.

“Love it when you ride me, baby.” Johnny said, drunk with lust as he watched her move her hips back and forth, back and forth.

After a torturously long wait, Johnny finally broke the gap between their faces and crashed his lips onto hers. Their kisses were hot and messy, heavy breaths between each one. 

V bounced up and down on him, her moans like music to his ears. Better than anything he could write, he was sure of it. She shifted her movements to a rhythm she knew drove Johnny crazy, and he rewarded her with a moan that made her feel like everything was right in the universe.

“Christ, V–“

She upped the pace of this movement Johnny couldn’t get enough of, and he was on cloud nine, moan after moan escaping his lips. He held her by the curve of her waist, gripping tighter as he grew closer to his peak. V leaned into his neck and left him a generous love mark just near his pulse point. He pulled her face up to kiss her again, but was interrupted by his own groan of ecstasy as he came inside of her.

V smiled in satisfaction, her teeth touching his as they half kissed, half panted. Whose mouth was whose was barely distinguishable–but they were used to being one person at this point.

“Holy fuck, V.” 

“Just making sure to remind you of a reason why you should lock this down.”

“Solid reasoning. Can’t argue with that.” Johnny smirked.

“You’re so annoying. I love you.”

“Love you, my Valerie.”

V’s heart fluttered hearing her full name on his lips, turning her teasing into a much more romantic moment. It was such a rare thing for her to hear these days, saved for only the people closest to her. And Johnny was so far beyond that. Closer than close. Half of her soul, one and the same, everything and more.

V leaned in for another deep kiss, taking Johnny’s face in her hands.

“Valerie Silverhand.” She said proudly. “That does have a nice ring to it.”

Johnny smiled, folding his arms as V sat back onto his lap. “I’ll say.”

“Let’s go pick out some rings, get this show on the road.” Johnny said, scooping V up and moving her off to the side so he could stand up.

“Oh shit, I totally forgot about rings.” V said, standing up beside him and stretching. “How very traditional of you. I love it.”

“Like I said–want everyone to know you’re mine. Hickeys, jewelry, last names, the whole nine yards.”

“Won’t say no to any of those.” V replied contentedly, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Johnny kissed the top of her head a few times.

“Come on, let’s fuck again in the shower and then get out of here.”

V shrugged with a big smile. “Works for me!”

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After their tryst in the shower, Johnny called Kerry on speaker while V put on her makeup at her vanity nearby.

"Johnny boy, how's my favorite dead man walkin'?" Kerry answered.

"Still walkin'. How it's goin?"

"It's goin', baby. Working on some new material. More fuckin' around than actual songwriting, but you know how it goes."

"Sure do, choom. Need a favor."

"You break my heart Silverhand, not just calling to say hello to your dear friend Kerry?"

"Hi Kerry!!" V yelled from across the room.

Kerry laughed. "Heya gorgeous! See Johnny? V's nice to me."

"And that's how it'll stay. You still a minister of the peace?" Johnny asked.

"That I am!"

"Preem. V and I want you to get us hitched today."

Kerry nearly choked on his drink. Johnny laughed as he listened to Kerry sputter on the other end of the line.

"Ho-ly shit! Johnny Silverhand is locking it down? Never thought I'd see the day."

"Bet your ass. This one's different, Ker." 

"I mean, I get it. V's one powerhouse of a gal. And everything you two been through together? Course I'll marry you two gonks. No big ceremony or nothin'?"

"Nah, fuck all that shit. Just want it to be us."

"Can't blame you there. My wedding set me back a truly painful set a' eddies."

"Not about the eddies. Just don't want a fuckin' circus."

"Recently-not-dead Johnny Silverhand bein' off the market's gonna be some insanely preem shit for the gossip sheets!"

"Couldn't give less of a shit. Let em' know."

"My oh my, our Johnny is in love."

"‘Fraid so."

"I got a preem spot in my backyard, real romantic and shit. How's that?"

Johnny looked over at V who was grinning widely, and she nodded.

"Works for us."

"Great. We're doing an afterparty though at least right? Get all the idiot friends and local ne’er-do-wells in town there?"

"Fuck it, why not. Partyin's the only thing we're really good at."

"Perfecto. And hey, Johnny?"

"Yeah?"

"At the very least go get a goddamn suit, let your wife-to-be get dolled up in somethin' pretty and new. She deserves for you to not look like shit for five whole minutes for this. Threads are on me."

"Thank you Kerry!" V cried out.

Johnny chuckled. "Fine, fine, Christ. Be there in two hours. And thanks, Ker."

"See ya, lovebirds!"

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Johnny and V headed to a jewelry store V liked near their house to get their wedding jewelry. At the insistence of Johnny to pick out "somethin' real pretty" (which she knew to also mean "real flashy"), V decided on a sparkly silver ring and matching band lined with diamonds, a 4 carat radiant cut diamond in the center. It was a bit gaudy and a bit much, but so were her and Johnny. The satisfied grin on Johnny's face when the jeweler handed it to him and he slipped it on her finger was all the confirmation she needed.

"Now that's a rock. Only the best for my chick." Johnny said proudly, making V feel weak in the knees.

Since Johnny's left hand was (famously) silver, he opted to have a thick gunmetal black wedding band permanently added on to his chrome ring finger. Cosmetic modifications of chrome were common, and V could barely contain her feelings when she got a look at the ring on his finger for the first time. She loved how the previously fiercely guarded, wouldn’t-dare-show-an-emotion-if-his-life-depended-on-it Johnny Silverhand was freely displaying their love for the world to see. It meant the world to her, and Johnny knew that.

They also decided on a little addition just for them, getting "J+V" engraved into the insides of the rings. A little nod to V's tattoo and an excuse to be just a little corny.

Jewelry all taken care of, they headed to a swanky clothing store in North Oak to pick out their impromptu wedding atire. Johnny opted for a black suit, black shirt, and a blood red tie. Sleek, classic, and fit him like a glove. V opted for a slinky white satin mini dress with spaghetti straps and a kick-ass pair of shiny red stilettos.

Checking herself out in the mirror of the dressing room, V felt a familiar pair of arms snake around her waist and warm lips nibbling along her ear.

"Goddamn, what a woman." Johnny growled. "Legs for days and days."

V smiled mischeviously, turning her neck a bit to give him more access to her skin.  "Bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, ya know."

"We've had every single fuckin' instance of bad luck that could possibly happen to a person in the last year, this is the last thing I'm worried about." Johnny mumbled, his lips never leaving her neck.

V giggled and turned around to look at him. Her heart raced and her whole body felt like jelly as she looked him over. 

"Goddamn yourself there, Johnny. You clean up real nice." She leaned in towards him and gave him a less-than-chaste kiss that seemed to heat up the entire room. "Real, real nice. Like Jesus you're fucking sexy."

Johnny let out a satisfied hum. "As much as I'd like to get in between those pretty legs right here, we got a weddin' to get to."

V took Johnny by his chin and gave him another quick kiss.  "Got our wedding night to look forward to, baby. Gotta consummate this marriage, you know. Make it all official and shit."

"I am nothing if not official." Johnny responded, giving her one last deep kiss before they pulled apart. 

Johnny did a silly formal bow in front of her, and then held out his arm to her before saying:

"Shall we?"

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Johnny and V rang the bell at the gate to Kerry's mansion, their arms around each other.

"There's the couple of the half-century!" Kerry said from the intercom. "Get your lovey dovey asses in here."

When Johnny and V approached the front door, Kerry was standing in the entryway wearing an expectedly fancy suit with a gold trim, gold pocket square, and lots of gold jewelry to match.

"V my darling you are looking more stunning than ever!" He called out, wrapping V up in a tight hug. "Dayum that's a helluva rock on your finger! Expected nothing less from you two. And Johnny! You actually listened to me for once and don't look like absolute shit!"

"Yeah yeah." Johnny grumbled with a smile, his arms crossed in front of him.

"Lookin like a million bucks yourself, Ker. As always." V said, adjusting Kerry's tie slightly.

"You two gonna sit around and suck each other off all day or are we doing this thing?" Johnny joked.

"He never was a patient man." Kerry said to V, shaking his head in pretend dissatisfaction. "Let's get you two hitched!"

Kerry walked V and Johnny over to a section of his backyard where he had installed a waterfall a few months back, cascading gently with various lights throughout it. 

"Very obnoxious of you. Just your style." Johnny said.

"Isn't it just?" Kerry replied, looking over at the fixture lovingly. "Alright kids, face eachother and hold hands. Got a camera set up to take a vid and a few pics, figured some momentos would be nice. Plus, not sure anyone would believe this actually happened if it wasn't on tape."

"Much appreciated, Ker." Johnny replied.

Johnny and V looked into each other's eyes. Behind Johnny's permanently grumpy default expression, he had a clear tenderness in his eyes that V knew he saved just for her. His eyes told her how much he loved her, and it was more clear to her than ever in this moment. V, by far the more excitable of the two, had the biggest smile on her face as she took her fiancé’s hands and looked over at Kerry.

"Figured you guys wanted the abridged version so we can get to partyin'?"

"Figured right." V replied with a laugh.

Kerry cleared his throat. "We are gathered here today for the least likely marriage I ever fuckin' dreamed of officiatin' in a thousand fuckin' lifetimes, Johnny and Valerie. A zombie rock legend and his blushing merc legend bride, here to be joined in some kinda truly batshit unholy matrimony."

Johnny couldn't help but laugh a little at Kerry's ridiculous speech, V's cheeks bright pink from smiling.

"Johnny, you've been driving me fucking crazy for well over 50 years and V, you've been driving me fucking crazy for well, slightly less. But you two are family, and I'm honored to be here today doing this for you both. Love you guys."

V felt a warmth in her chest watching her friend speak, and watching Johnny attempt not to get emotional in front of them. She knew he was full of shit, that he was feeling choked up too. 

"Now Johnny–do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? I'd say 'til death do you part and all that jazz, but we know you're both pretty much well past that."

"Heh. Bet your ass I do." Johnny said, as confidently as he'd ever said anything.

"And Valerie, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do. I really, really fucking do."

Kerry's eyes lit up blue as he processed the marriage digitally through the net via his internal system.

"Then by the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride, you lucky old bastard."

Johnny took V's face in his hands and held it with all the tenderness in the world as he kissed her. This kiss was full of promises, trust, devotion, and above all things: love. The bond they’d forged quite literally facing death and back with everything in between, it all felt worth it for this moment.

The couple saw lights behind their closed eyes flashing around them as the nearby camera snapped a few pictures of their moment. Johnny dipped V down low, and she laughed into his lips as he brought her back up.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Silverhand!" Kerry exclaimed.

V leaned over and kissed Kerry on the cheek. "Thank you, Kerry."

"Now let's fuckin party!" Johnny cried out.

No sooner did Johnny finish speaking did a Delamain flying car appear on Kerry's lawn to pick them up and take them to their celebration at one of Night City's premier nightclubs.

V and Johnny's friends (and a select few trusted members of the media circus let in for good publicity) spent the night drinking, dancing, celebrating, and partying the night away. Security at this venue was beyond intense, both visible and invisible security lining every single inch of the club that night. Knowing V's overall reputation and the fact that her and Johnny took on Arasaka Tower’s entire security detail all by themselves, no one would've been stupid enough to attempt to crash this party anyway. 

Half of the couple's friends were annoyed that they just found out they were getting married today, the other half knew the unusual couple wouldn't have done it any other way. All of Night City's worst and brightest showed up–from the members of Night City's most popular bands to the most infamous of fixers. Despite having retired from the merc life after surviving the relic, V was as outrageously legendary in her world as Johnny was in his, and anybody who was anybody was at their party. Piles of gifts were left on a table in the private club suite, eddies no object for the many wealthy benefactors of said gifts. 

Despite the incredibly high profile guest list schmoozing around them, V and Johnny only had eyes for each other. They were not a shy couple when it came to public displays of affection (being on death's door and literally being dead takes away a lot of the fucks you give), especially on a night like tonight celebrating their relationship. They made out like teenagers on the dance floor, grinding up against each other with a drink in their hands. Their friends were just happy to see the two of them happy after the absolute shitstorm they called the past year. The drinks and beats flowed freely, the entire club rented out for this truly once in a lifetime party. 

At one point in the evening, V and Johnny took a break from dancing and kissing to grab some food at a nearby table. Misty approached them, putting her hand on V’s shoulder to get her attention.

"Hey kids." Misty said, as loudly as her naturally soft voice could muster. "Wanted to grab you two before you went back out to dance."

V smiled. "Consider us grabbed!"

"I wanted to tell you that your auras are sparkling. Both of you. You two are soulmates, truly meant to be together. The universe works in mysterious ways. A lot more mysteriously than normal with you two. And V, I know you know this, but Jackie would be so, so happy for you both. You meant the world to him."

Tears immediately welled up in V's eyes and she we wrapped Misty in for a tight hug.

"Thank you, Misty." V said softly into her ear.

"'Preciate it, Mist. Woulda liked to meet 'im." Johnny said, putting his arm around V's shoulders.

The intimate moment was interrupted by the sound of Kerry's voice on a microphone near the dance floor. The man never could resist an audience, after all. 

"At the request of tonight's beautiful couple, we have an age-old tradition to uphold here this evening. A good old fashioned garter toss!"

The crowd cheered and wolf-whistled, turning to face a chair the club employees had placed in the center of the dance floor.

V, as unafraid of the spotlight as Johnny, sat down in the chair, her legs straight out in front of her. Johnny approached her, the look in his eyes telling her that she was the only person the entire room he could see. Sensual music pumped into their ears as Johnny, with his famously cocky grin that drove V mad, kneeled down and placed his head into her skirt.

V threw her head back in laughter and the crowd laughed along with her as Johnny pulled the lacy white garter down from her thigh with his teeth. Both of them only wished in that moment that he could have a taste of her, but they knew that wasn’t far away.

He pulled the garter down her calf and looked up at her, the ravenous look in his eyes making V flush, well, everywhere. When they got to the club Johnny had ditched his jacket and rolled his shirt sleeves up and damn if that look hadn’t gotten her worked up.

Johnny took her calf in his hand and kissed along it as he finished pulling the garter down, finally slipping it off of her stiletto and flinging it into the crowd behind him. He didn’t even bother to look back to see who caught it, he was too busy watching his wife eat him alive with her eyes.

He was about to lean over to kiss her when–

"Speech! Speech!" Kerry yelled on the mic.

"Speech! Speech! Speech!" The crowd began to chant. 

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill 'im." Johnny grumbled, putting his face in his palm.

"Go say something you frontman, you." V said playfully, kicking him gently with an outstretched leg. "Go tell ‘em how lucky you are."

Johnny chuckled before walking away to take the mic from Kerry, grabbing a shot of tequila from a server’s platter on the way.

"I hate you, you know that." Johnny groaned to Kerry.

"Sure do, choom." Kerry laughed.

"Thanks for comin', all you fuckin' degenerates." Johnny said into the mic, making the crowd laugh. He lifted his drink to V, winking at her and making her heart purr. "To my bride–the best goddamn thing to ever happen to me."

"To the Silverhands!" Kerry yelled when he took the mic back from Johnny.

"To the Silverhands!" The crowd cried out, throwing back their drinks before returning to the debauchery.

As Johnny began to return to V, he saw that she had started dancing alongside Misty and a few other girlfriends, swaying her entire body to the music in a flow that left Johnny hypnotized. He leaned up against a column and just watched her for a bit. The way her little white dress clung to her skin, leaving just the important parts to the imagination, it was driving him so far past the point of wild. He watched her new diamond ring sparkle in the flashing lights of the club, a reminder to everyone how she was his and his alone. It felt so fucking good to feel his real heart pounding away in his chest, his real hormones racing through his system like a bullet. As transfixed as he was by the way her body moved in this light, he couldn't stand just watching any longer.

"Cuttin' in, ladies.” He said, approaching the group of girls. “Got a wife to steal." 

"Steal away, Johnny." Misty said with a smile. "She's all yours. Take good care of her."

"No promises." Johnny teased.

Johnny put his lips directly onto V's ear.  “Not wantin’ to wait another minute to get this pretty little number off of you and fuck you stupid, baby." He told her, a shiver running down her spine. "Ready to get out of here, Mrs. Silverhand?"

V leaned into Johnny's ear and bit down gently along the edge of it, not making the tightness in Johnny’s suit pants any easier for him to deal with.

"Ready and so very willing, Mr. Silverhand."

Johnny scooped V up in his arms, and she burst out in laughter. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, eliciting whistles and hollers from the crowd. 

V still in his arms, Johnny walked over to the microphone he had used a few moments ago.

"It's been fun folks, but gotta get to the real party now. Thanks for a hella good time."

"Everybody say goodnight to the Silverhands!" The DJ announced to the crowd. The crowd cheered and clapped as the couple stepped out of the venue's back door and directly into their Delamain flying limo to their honeymoon suite.

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"Thank you for choosing Del–" the limo began.

"Fuck off Delamain!" Johnny said, putting a middle finger up to the limo's camera as he laid V down onto the backseat's couch and hiked her dress' skirt up.

"Understood, Mr. Silverhand. Privacy mode initiated–I will alert you when we are two minutes from our destination."

The windows of the limousine all darkened to opaque black, the lights dimmed around them, and a divider between the front and back of the limousine went up.

Johnny wasted no time sliding V’s silky white thong off of her and tossing it across the seat.

“Been dyin’ for a taste all night.” He growled before gliding his tongue along her folds, causing V to moan loudly above him.

“Fuck, Johnny–“

He lapped every bit of her up with a greedy tongue, sucking along her most sensitive spot until she was on a different planet. Her glossy red fingernails scraped along the limo’s leather interior, and her cries of Johnny’s name grew in volume until he was certain the whole city could hear.

Good, he thought.

She came fast and hard, her orgasm like candy on his lips.

“We are two minutes from your destination, Mr. and Mrs. Silverhand.”

Despite her fuzzy post orgasm-daze, V’s heart still buzzed hearing her new name.

Johnny looked up at her, a proud grin on his face as he wiped the sides of his mouth. V pulled herself up to Johnny and began to unbuckle his belt.

“Impatient, are we my bride? While I admire your eagerness, let’s get in this fancy suite of our first.”

V laughed and barely remembered to grab her panties off the ground before they jumped out of the limo directly onto the balcony of their hotel suite. 

Hand in hand, clothing already disheveled, they burst in through the balcony doors and sprinted to the suite’s bedroom. The hotel had taken the liberty of putting their initials in rose petals on the bed, but V and Johnny barely took a moment to notice before V pushed Johnny onto the bed and continued the work she started in the car.

Once she had his belt thrown halfway across the room, she went to work unbuttoning his shirt while Johnny yanked her spaghetti straps down and shimmied her out of her dress. Their lips never leaving each other, Johnny spent some time squeezing and caressing her breasts while she unbuttoned his vest and yanked off his shirt, popping a few buttons in the process. 

Before she made another move, V took a moment to whisper in Johnny’s ear:

“Fuck me like you own me.”

Johnny was on fire at her request, needing no further instruction. He quickly pulled off the rest of his clothing, kicking them out of sight. He turned V around facing away from him and pushed her up against the bed‘s headboard, his organic hand around her throat and his silver hand caressing her bare chest.

He pulled her lower body closer to him, tightening his grip around her throat as he slid into her. He groaned as her warm wetness engulfed him, his anticipation for this building up all day.

V cried out as he thrusted into her, and Johnny responded by moving the hand on her throat over her mouth, stifling her moans and turning her on even more.

“Like I own you?” Johnny breathed into her ear from behind. “I’ve always owned you. You’ve wanted my cock so badly since day one. Tell me.”

He moved his hand from her mouth and she took in a sharp breath.

“I’ve always fucking needed you, Johnny. I’m yours, I’m yours–“

“God damn right you are. Your pretty pussy is mine, only mine.”

“All–for you–Johnny–!”

Johnny felt V orgasm again, his dirty talk driving her over the edge.

“That’s my girl. Coming so nicely for me.”

“Pull my hair–“ V said, out of breath as Johnny relentlessly fucked her senseless.

“Pretty sure I’m the one giving the orders here, but since you asked so nicely–“

Johnny took a handful of V’s hair and pulled it back, making her scream in pleasure.

His hands moved around every inch of her body, eventually landing on the top of her hips to stabilize himself.

Johnny turned her around and sat up with his legs out in front of him, and V quickly lowered herself back down onto him to ride him. They kissed until their lips were numb, her hands tied up in his hair and his wrapped around her back.

Their lovemaking suddenly turned more intimate in this moment as their kisses and breathing grew slower.

“I love you, Valerie.” Johnny said between breaths.

“I love you, Johnny.” V breathed back.

V giggled as Johnny pushed her back down onto the bed, pinning her arms back above her head as he re-upped his pace.

Her breasts bounced with each of his thrusts and watching this he knew he was going to reach his peak, fast.

“I know that look.” V said, her voice raw and hoarse. “Kiss me while you come, baby.”

Johnny leaned down to her, devouring her with his kiss as he rapidly approached his climax. 

Both of their moans filled up the room, the ornate headboard clanging up against the wall over and over again.

“Jesus Johnny, Johnny, Johnny–“

“Fuck, fuck, fuck baby, I–“

Johnny’s orgasm shook throughout his entire body, his satisfied cries making V feel on top of the world.

Johnny let V’s wrists go, red marks all along them, as V gasped for breath beneath him. 

“Holy shit.” V whispered, half to herself.

“Don’t get too comfortable there, sweetheart.” Johnny said mischievously as he laid down beside her. “Got a lot more of that coming tonight.”

V leaned over Johnny, propping herself up with one arm.

“You’re insatiable. One of the things I love most about you.”

Johnny reached up and caressed V’s cheek, her instinctively leaning in to his touch.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Not so bad yourself.” V said lovingly. “I don’t marry anything less than the hottest it gets.”

“You’ve got great taste in husbands, I’ll give you that.”

V paused for a moment, looking through a memory in her mind.

“Wanna know a secret?” She asked.

“I know all your secrets. Was in your head for quite a bit, ‘member?”

“Not for the last few months, dumbass. I get to have secrets again.”

“Hit me.”

“You say my name when you sleep.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“On my life. You love me, you gonk.”

Johnny sighed, closed his eyes and laughed. V absolutely loved his laugh, a sound that used to be so rare but appeared so much more these days.

“Have I not made that abundantly clear yet?” Johnny said softly, twirling a piece of V’s hair around his finger.

“I could use a bit more clarifying if I’m being honest.” V said, her voice sticky sweet.

Johnny grabbed V by her waist and pulled her back on top of him, making her giggle furiously.

“Let’s get to work on that then.” Johnny said, pulling her towards him to love on her all over again.

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[bloodydragam]

Ramble about Songbird and my V (truly, this is a ramble, it will not make a lot of sense, actually it will make zero sense) BECAUSE VALERY AND SO MI HAVE A REALLY SIMILAR BACKGROUND, AND I AM SO UNWELL ABOUT IT and not a native English speaker.

TBH I JUST ADORED HOW WELL I CAN FIT THE DLC AS A STORY FOR VALERY TO FIGHT PAST DEMONS, both for the circumstances that remind her a lot of her corpo past (that party was SOMETHING ELSE, AND VALERY WAS NOT HAVING A GREAT TIME), and how she sees herself so much in Songbird, and not for her fighting for survival as So Mi always tried to sell to V (at least not for the relic per se, even if So Mi actually gave Valery a new hope about her survival, V remain skeptical about it all the time, cause V won't do anything if Johnny doesn't get to survive too), but just for their general way of surviving things that life throws at them, and how they can be seen as shady and troublemakers and traitors and...

Okay, this part! GOD, THIS PART! So it was joining the government or being captured by NetWatch at fucking 19, and that's how my V also got to Arasaka, someone offering a 17 year old girl a work she couldn't refuse or she will get killed by some gang members she had been spying (also because Arasaka forced her), and... idk, I just know that Valery felt such an understanding for So Mi and she immediately entered the few people V actually cares for and loves and "trusts", but there's also this other thing:

V never really entirely trusted her (even if at the end she didn't trusted the cure and actually trusted So Mi), because they are so similar! At first V didn't notice this, she was just keeping her guard up for everyone in that mess because government™, but the more she talks to So Mi and gets to know her it just hits V that she actually doesn't entirely trust her because she wouldn't trust herself... but by that point she also doesn't care, she is totally on her side for that deep understanding of her, even the parts So Mi tries to hide, and I ADORE THAT because V would like for someone to help her as she helps So Mi in spite of her flaws, and maybe here we can also fit that dialogue where So Mi mentions her egotist and V also relates to that.

I JUST ADORED THEM, MY BEST GIRLS! BESTIES THAT DO TRAUMA BONDING AND SHARE THE SAME PROBLEMATIC TRAITS. GO DISAPPOINT PEOPLE TOGETHER AND KILL EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH.

There's also this interesting part about how all the people Valery actually cares for and most importantly, trusts and feels like they can understand her just end up really bad, either the relationship is messed up or they straight up die:

Jackie dies. Goro dies. Johnny is already dead and they can't be together. So Mi lies to her and betrays her.

(And don't get me started with how it would be if Valery-that-accepted-Arasaka-deal meet So Mi...THE UNDERSTANDING, THE ANGST, THE GUILT, THE CONSEQUENCES. I maybe could write a fanfic about it)

[crimsonblackrose]

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Daniel and Johnny having pretty much the same conversation with their students, though Johnny takes on the blame for everything.

Also I wonder who prints all these gi's, because this is the first time Miyagi-do has gi's. And Daniel never had an officially made gi, he just had something Mr. Miyagi put together for him. Though, he also is on the All-Valley comittee so maybe that's how he figured out how to get the gi's.

Random side note thought. the LaRusso's try to create a restraining order between them and Kreese, however how does that help their students? And what does Demetri's parents think happened to his arm? Like Hawk did it. Do they know that? I mean they know Eli's family so surely they'd have told his parents and something would've happened. Or told the school. Does that mean despite getting his arm broken Demetri didn't snitch on Eli?

Our allies have turned against us. Kreese you're just unhappy that Johnny isn't following the story you have in your head.

If you're looking for revenge you can start by digging two graves. So far in the land of revenge both you and Sam have tried and done that.

If you have hate in your heart you've already lost.

Uh so season 1 and 2 Daniel? When you went after Johnny just for being back on your radar?

I swear every time I see Kreese's classes despite pruning down to the most necessary students, he has new ones.

This is actually so sad. Johnny had so many but he lost them all to Kreese or because of Kreese for the Cobra Kai ones, or because of Hawk's actions which were for sure a continuation of Kreese's no mercy poisoning.

Also note that Demetri's arm is out of the cast, and later even out of the sling. A good chunk of time has passed.

I also want to point out that while Cobra Kai is nearly always in gi's, this is the first time Miyagi-do is. So Miyagi-do and Eagle fang have kind of switched. And I don't know whether it's Johnny lost all their gi's when he lost the dojo or if he there hasn't been time for branding yet for the gi's. I mean he just scraped together what he needed for the shirts.

Where Robby was.

Johnny trying to force his way into the juvie to get his son. So impatient.

It's raining.

"You gotta be kidding they called you?" "I called them."

What's interesting is Daniel just shows up. Robby's ignored his emails and calls this whole time. Johnny's actually seen him, but made a mess of it and is trying again. It makes me wonder if they called Johnny. Which I appreciate that he's on their list just like he was with the school.

Daniel, come on, it is Johnny's kid. I get the, I want to be there in case no one shows up, but Johnny's kinda right, you don't need to be there. You dropped Robby twice and then were there when he was caught and arrested.

Just like you had kreese under control. Dude, Kreese is his own thing and you know that Daniel.

What did you think would happen when you summoned that devil back to earth?

Daniel, Johnny literally thought the man was dead. And because he was trying to forgive himself and working on himself and saw that Kreese was also down and out and trying in his own way he got tricked. While Johnny was out of town with a sick and dying friend who literally died Kreese put all the wheels in motion to steal the dojo out from under him and turn his students against him. And when Johnny caught it he kicked Kreese out and Kreese bided his time until the bond between him and his students broke with Miguel getting hurt and then stole them and the dojo at his next lowest point. But does he ever tell Daniel this? No. Instead he decides he's going to be the one to take care of Kreese himself with his like 6 students.

Daniel's Kreese isn't just your problem any more, should really be something heartening, like we're in this fight together but instead it's like you're doing this shit wrong I have to do it. He literally says as usually I'm going to have to be the one to clean up your mess. Which Daniel, WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

Brings down the tally map again. Do you mean his wrecked car? That was a gift, and your daughter was part of that hit and run. Do you mean the billboard? You didn't clean that, Anoush and Louie did. Did you mean Robby? Who you've abandoned multiple times when you no longer want him as a student but never tell Johnny about it? Because that's your mess. Kreese being a mess, sure that's a Johnny issue but it's also Kreese being a dick issue that was exasperated by your rivalry with Johnny. I don't understand what you mean by cleaning up Johnny's mess other than you think that's literally what you've been doing rather than I don't know, upping his rent, blaming everything on him that he didn't do not realizing he does go yeah I did that to the things he does do, like punching Anoush which was due to cause and affect of you not telling Johnny where his son was and him getting concerned for Robby's well being.

What are you going to do barge in there and beat him up? Says the guy whose wife did that and will soon do that and it's actually the best thing.

Ah right, the chop shop. When Johnny ran in and kicked ass because he was scared about Robby and needed to know where he is so completely and utterly different then the time Daniel broke into Johnny's apartment and started a fight because he was scared for Sam who was literally sleeping off a drunken night and to scared to go home and face him.

I love Robby showing up, they didn't even hear the buzz, sees these two idiots are fighting right outside of Juvie and is like why'd I end up with these two? I'm sorry Robby but you went from one dad struggling to now...two dad's and one grandpa all struggling but also strugglign to try and be your father figure. You're truly in like a twisted version of Mama Mia.

I told you I didn't want you to be here. you're my son. I wanted to be here.| So did I.

Robby blames Daniel for juvie.

I am proud of Johnny for quickly saying Robby has a home with him. Because it's his second offer of this, and the second time Robby turns him down. But it's something that always still stands.

Kreese must've already offered him a place since he turns down both homes. I get turning down Daniel's since he's gotten kicked out of it twice. Also note, that Daniel doesn't say you always have a home at my place, ala the LaRusso's but at the dojo. Which is kinda...heart breaking. Like karate got Robby in juvie, and it's not Daniel's home he's offering, it's a spot back in the karate club. I don't think that's necessarily what Daniel fully meant, but he's so focused on Cobra Kai and fighting them that his wording and focus is only on defeating them and thus come back to our dojo rather than you can live with me. (Which pretty sure Daniel still has all of Robby's stuff. But he put it in storage because Robby was sleeping in the dojo and it was gone the last time we saw the dojo, when him and Sam were sparring) So Robby is once again homeless and now he doesn't even have anything beyond the clothes on his back.

School has a winter solstice festival celebration happening soon.

There's also a toy drive and some snowflakes up so I assume it's December?

Daniel's being a little hard on the students. They're not all going to be at Sam's level, and just because Robby's still (rightfully) pissed at you doesn't mean you should take it out on your students.

What I do like about this new leaf is that Amanda is sort of at the dojo more and can realize Daniel is frustrated and taking it out on students and can intervene.

Amanda made iced tea and lemonade for them.

I don't think the decks with that stone lantern are really a good place to teach kids karate. Also with those posts that seems like it's going to be in the way.

It's my fault they found themselves in this position.

True. Not 100% just your fault, but some of the blame is yours.

I love that Amanda is like okay so you're upset about Robby. She can tell so fast.

Daniel: I can't just let him go, he has no one.

Daniel really tends to forget other people exist. Robby has his father and mother. And yes Shannon's in rehab but Daniel never counts Johnny despite the fact that Johnny shows up time and again only to get pushed away. This is just your firs time getting pushed away. Johnny's a veteran at it and still gets back up and comes back. He failed to show up during the run of this show's time line where he's got his life together, once. And that was because Miguel was in surgery and that was a screw up but he shouldn't have double booked. He got a second chance on that one but put his foot in his mouth. But that doesn't mean Johnny isn't there for Robby or wouldn't try to be. Because he does try.

Ron from the all-valley committee (their board meetings are at the rec center)

Johnny stole someone's frisbee to use as a target for the kids to kick. Ugh that hurts. He spent so long chipping away at the equipment he needed for his dojo and had finally gotten it, had finally expanded, and now he's using frisbee's in the park.

He sure is resourceful.

Mitch: Does my nickname from the previous dojo have to carry over?

What's interesting is that Bert and Miguel get to be their first names but Mitch is still assface/penis breath.

Miguel's little tap. 🥺😭 Poor guy is still recovering and wants to try harder but Johnny has wrapped him up in bubblewrap and is coddling him a little.

His eagle fang classmates though and Johnny are so worried about him, and you'd think it'd bring them all closer together to watch Miguel recovering, but instead Miguel is just so frustrated he's snapping and what not.

Which fair. He was a karate champion and now he can't even hit a frisbee without falling over.

Johnny keeping an eye on where they can get water and warning them not to drink where it's unsafe.

I miss when Johnny lived fully sleeve-less. His sleveless jean jacket, the gi, now his eagle-fang t-shirt.

Mitch got a shirt that fits.

Also I'm glad Johnny has students again because they let him know about things like the cancelation of the all-valley, meanwhile Daniel gets a personal visit from Ron to let him know (Daniel's on the comittee so it makes sense.)

The city council pulled the permit.

Ron's state farm agent is named Taylor and he's upset he has to call and tell him that the all-valley is cancelled and they can't be a sponsor to...nothing.

Daniel. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

The person who can overturn maybe the committee's feelings: The two time champ, and guess whose hows up to the meeting? 3 two time champs, however only 2 of which are all-valley two time champs and they all fail.

Truly the only one who can do it is Miguel who got hurt.

Crystal Light lemonade. 🤣 Though I get why Ron would think that they grew their own lemons after seeing the dojo. (He makes a joke, de-light-ful. 🤣)

Ron also apparently told Daniel first before the rest of the board.

So the probation office hasn't taken down their signs. Because when Robby was looking at his emails it was October.

But the probation office's blood drive is September 24th.

The lady at the front desk doesn't even look at him.

The way Robby sees Tory, is startled, slams his stuff onto the chair next to him and jumps up ready to fight. and Tory just stares him down and is like 'go ahead they'll send you straight back to juvie.' and since that isn't what he wanted at all he uncurls his fists.

This is their first true interaction without Sam or Miguel.

Thanks to you for starting the fight | and you for finishing it.

What amazes me is that these two literally are having the worst time in their home lives, are on opposite sides, literally because of each other got sent to juvie, and yet end up dating and being friends.

Plus Tory points out the reality that it's unfair that the two of them got in trouble while everyone else got to go back to normal. Robby's still touchy about Sam at the moment. Sam made a mistake, she's a good person. Tory saying Sam will turn on him, just like Miguel (Miguel I don't think meant to turn on you Tory, and you need to give him some slack he's recovering from a terrible injury and surgery, pretty sure he meant you need support in your life that you don't have)

On the section for home life, just check off stable, they don't care and they don't check. Somehow Tory knew exactly what Robby needed to hear and that they were in the same boat on so many levels.

Lol Johnny serving juice he doesn't think is expired yet.

Carmen telling Johnny that he himself needs the tournament.

I think Carmen and Miguel might be the only people to ever tell Johnny this for like anything.

Mr. Carter is the name of the guy upset about manhole covers.

The way Amanda points out that Johnny's there but then Daniel physical throws a fit about it.

councilperson roberts

at an abandoned recreation facility. It was laser tag dressed up to look abandoned in the golf n' stuff and Kreese is right technically sam struck first.

Johnny's giggle when Amanda snaps at Kreese

Johnny's: He's a thief and liar

Daniel: He put a live cobra in my dealership

Johny's look of he did what now?

Like children put in time out

MIGGY

Johnny jumping up to define a swirlie 🤣

Okay we'll host the all-valley but y'all gotta sign waivers. (Surely they've always had to do that)

The thing with TKK films was that Daniel kept trying to hug Mr. Miyagi and it just wasn't what Mr. Miyagi was comfortable with so he didn't get to hug him fully until TKK3. And getting to hug his daughter...that's not a big deal, it's his daughter. But Johnny hugs Miguel multiple times.

And you would think after hearing that passionate speech from Miguel Daniel would warm up a bit more out of his snap judgements on Johnny. That their kids could stand up there and defend the tournament shows how much it means to both of them and that they're doing something good.

Anyway, proud of both Sam and Miggy. Lol Johnny and Miggy do a little spinning rocking hug, it does get a little cut off. But it's cute.

OOH I forgot this is Miggy's first time ever to Miyagi-do.

I'd like to point out that they avoid ever showing Coke or pepsi and nearly always show RC cola. Johnny drinks it too. (Oh and Mr. Pibb)

Sam doesn't know what the rock says. Probably because the rock says gibberish.

Miguel's adopted his new dojo with it's regular rocks and vandalizing park benches.

Sam: You can train here whenever you want.

Are you sure? Daniel's never actually met or warmed up to Miguel. And was rude to Carmen last time he saw her.

Do you actually do karate here? It looks like breathing exercises. 🤣

Miggy loves that he trains in junkyards and cement trucks.

I would like to point out that I don't know if Miguel officially broke up with Tory, but Sam probably hasn't officially broken up with Robby based off the way Robby defended her when Tory even dared say her name. So as much as flirty sparring is fun and Miguel needs someone willing to actually spar with him and not hold back, maybe not the right time to be doing the flirty version of it.

Miguel is having a great time because Sam's not going to hurt him and she's actually sparing with him and so he can actually see how well he remembers.

This is a cute move.

Only flirty non-violent headlock in the series. (pretty sure anyway)

But of course Robby.

Daniel said he was allowed at Miyagi-do.

Poor Robby, looking for a place to sleep, coming back to Miyagi-do to see his girlfriend sparring with Miguel. They haven't kissed just flirty sparring. But still...

Sam didn't want Robby hurting Miguel, she sparred with him but gently, Miguel can't handle a real fight, but Robby doesn't know that or at least isn't thinking about that. And Miguel is itching to prove himself so he's not going to back down. They are all dumbasses.

Johnny being honest and telling Carmen he didn't tell Miguel to go because he thinks he's going to get blamed for Miguel going, only not to realize Carmen's delighted that her Miguel got up in front of a bunch of people and stood up for himself in a way that won. (the kid who lied about being in debate club winning a debate of sorts 🤣)

Rip TV #3 (Johnny you phoned that one in if a bump into the wall from a kiss knocked it down)

Carmen's literally not looking around but slowly leading the way to Johnny's bedroom. She's reaching around her looking for that room. Like this whole thing is Carmen.

Poor Robby, doesn't even try to go to his dad's because why go anywhere near Johnny when it'll put him near Miguel who he's pissed at, so he goes straight to grandpa Kreese.

Also Kreese doesn't turn around and just waits to find out who it is, and then that smug smile when it turns out to be Robby and when Robby honors him with sensei Kreese.

[mrultra100]

If I can be real for a moment…

I feel like my involvement with Johnny Test as a franchise is basically over at this point. For those who’ve been with me for a long time now, this might come as a surprise that I’m finally letting go of what people have been referring to as Dexter’s Lab, but with whipcracks after all of these years, but there’s a lot that I wanna get off my chest about the state of the franchise, along with how things will go with my side of the situation going forth.

At this point, I’ve come to accept that Johnny Test, as a franchise, is likely going to stay dead in the water for real this time, especially with how the second season of the Netflix revival not only silently came out with barely any fanfare, but also became the final season, likely for good. I know a big chunk of the JT-related stuff was back when I was obsessed with the Vampire Twins to request art featuring them from multiple artists (Which is something that I deeply cringe at now, and fully regret for how stupid and childish that was. I apologize to everyone for that era), but in the last few years, I’ve been slowly making them more and more into their own thing, distant from what they were originally.

The Ultraverse V-Twins have changed a lot, with things like aging them up and changing their designs to reflect that, giving them more fleshed-out abilities and personalities, and overall just making them my own characters at this point. Don’t get me wrong, they still fit with my Primal Eternity idea, as that’s the one aspect of my JT stuff that I wanna keep around to somewhat of a degree. As for that project’s future? I could think of more ideas for characters and doodle them out, like I have before, or maybe I could take a small break from that project for a while. Im not sure. Regarding the bigger picture, I feel like/hoping to get some more work for it done after this break, before the franchise turns 20 next fall. We’ll just have to wait and see on what happens next. As for now, the V-Twins, while having a small connection to their origin franchise, will be their own thing going forward. Since they’re basically my own character after the series that they were based on is likely going to stay dead for good (which blows, but that’s just how it is), it’s the least I can do for them. In the meantime, Maryanna, now that she’s my mascot, is probably gonna be the hero of her own adventure. Time will tell on how her story will play out.

Regarding other things related to JT, I wanna give a quick shoutout to @rominadrawsart16 and @arti-squid. While they’re more active in the small JT fandom than I am, I love how they use character from the show to further their own skills as artists, similar to what I’ve been doing with Maryanna recently. If you haven’t already, please give them a visit.

And to give my thoughts on JT being dead and buried, I have a few conflicting thoughts. One part of me wishes WildBrain did more with the IP when making the Netflix revival, as alright as that was. Another feels like they should’ve go for a complete reboot to the franchise to start with a clean slate, and another feels like the series didn’t needed a revival in the first place, as shocking as they might sound. Unless the two seasons commissioned by Netflix were all that were planned, Johnny Test wasn’t really a show that needed to be brought back in the first place. After everything that had happened to it (The CW merger that caused the show to suffer budget cuts after Season 1, the infamy it got during the 2010’s due to how it became generic slop, etc), it feels like the show was basically doomed from the start. As much as I wanna go more into that with greater detail, that’ll be saved for another day.

So basically the short of what I’m trying to say is this; Johnny Test, as a franchise, is probably over for real this time, my involvement with it, outside of JTPE and supporting my friends, is (mostly) done, and the Ultraverse V-Twins (especially Maryanna) are here to stay.

See you, Space Whipcrack…

[cats2019forthenintendoswitch]

So do you guys remember when netherrealm rebooted mortal kombat and they made a kinda weird competitive game with some pretty janky animation and they talked about how cool the story mode was but then it was sorta just recycled the story from the first three games with a couple of dumb twists? Most notably, THAT scene with no buildup? And how instead of the hero being the classic archetype it was his literal godly mentor and how stupid the way he defeated the main villain was? And also do you remember how they strived for realistic fatalities so they started the lovely custom of having the dev team look at car accidents?

Also remember how Mortal Kombat X had THE jankiest animations ever seen on a AAA game of its generation and a button used to turn your character with no gameplay effect? And how half the consequences of the first game were almost inmediately undone? And how there was a 20 year timeskip for no reason that introduced characters that no one liked because either they were already conceptually lame as hell (by that I specifically mean the four kombat kids) or the story mode made them unlikeable? With maybe the exception of the Mad Max ripoff duo because they do literally nothing. And how the story is about Johnny Fucking Cage and his selfie-obsessed zillenial daughter? And how much the game jacks off the US military industrial complex? And how many characters were cut for no apparent reason? And how the fatalities stopped being B-series-style gore and now it was just gross and no one was having fun anymore?

And remember how mortal kombat 11 was first of all A LIVE SERVICE GAME? Remember how you had to unlock Jax's fucking blue pants and red wristwratch and SPECIAL MOVES? Remember how the animations only slightly improved and you still have that dumbass useless turnaround button? And also remember how they took a bunch of potentially interesting storylines and retconned them all in-universe for THE most generic multiverse plot ever imaginable, in THE most abrupt and unsatisfying way possible? Remember how the plotlines that were hinted in MKX that weren't retconned or forgotten about had the impact of a dead fly on the empire state building (looking at you Jade)? Remember how even the multiverse time travel bullshit wasn't interesting in its own way, because they didn't even interact with the REAL original universe, and the interactions mostly didn't go any farther than "wow, I've got some wrinkles!" or whatever? Remember how there were like 3 gods that controlled causality and each was less interesting and had more nonsensical motives than the last? Remember how the DLC took an originally interesting character and commited character assassination in a way that made her boring and generic? Remember how the end of the DLC established that not only do consequences in the mortal kombat not matter but they will not ever matter again? Also remember how despite having a plot centered around multiverses and time travel they got rid of like all of the interesting characters from the OG other than like the two main ninjas? Also remember how the other legacy characters did nothing? Oh and remember how the fatalities STILL were traumatising the dev team?

So no I'm not hyped for Mortal Kombat 1

[jbmymusic]

Okay, studio time starts this Wednesday, 9/4/24.

For confidence, I always record a cover first. For example, my first time in a studio - the first half of Everything Happens - I recorded "Beth" by KISS. Second half of EH, I didn't do a cover, and it shows. You can hear the uncertainty in the songs.

Second album - Leftovers of an Unanesthetically Torn-Out Heart: first session was "Used to Love Her" by Guns N Roses, second session was "Dead Flowers" by the Rolling Stones.

Live at Horizon - a live show from 2001 that has full video and audio. I never got nervous live, so there was no covers. I do look at the set list now and see how the EH and the "Lost" Album - Jersey - was set up. Funny story: we had no video camera, but a cassette player in the board and a VHS-C recording. Someday, I'll get around to having those mixed and remastered into better quality. I think IIRC, there was also a B&W security camera with no audio recording at another angle as well.

Third album - Living in a Ghost Town: this was a bit strange. I recorded two versions of this album. I wasn't happy with the first, so I did it a second time with different tracks. The initial sessions, I recorded nothing as a cover. It showed. The second sessions, I recorded multiple tracks for the album that are old public domain tracks - "Worried Man's Blues", "Delia's Gone", "Where Did You Sleep Last Night", and "House of the Rising Sun". I felt very confident.

Fourth album - Long Walk Home: this took several sessions. The best songs covers from those were "Night Moves" by Bob Seger, "Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode, but in Johnny Cash's style, and "Cats in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin.

So for this fifth album (I think I have the name, but I'm not telling you yet), I've decided to start with "Southern Cross" by Crosby, Sills, & Nash. I just need to find a 3rd guitar quick to balance the Squier and the Olympia, which sound great together. I have a few songs fully written that are brand new. Trying to avoid politics this time, even though it's 2024 and I'm very politically outspoken in my everyday life. I'm going to lay down the initial guitar for "Southern Cross" Wednesday the 4th, possibly the vocals as well, then ship it off to a few friends to see if they want to contribute bass and drums via Dropbox. "Southern Cross" should also kick off the start of at least 3 new songs.

I already chose a cover of an obscure song called "Dora the Female Explorer" by an English band called Stackridge as the cover for the second sessions. I'm shocked Nickelodeon didn't get sued for that. I died when I heard the song, because my kids used to torture us with Dora daily. I watched videos of live performances to learn it. Not a hard track. By the time that's done, I should have another 3-5 songs for the new album done and RTG.

Hoping for a release by...Halloween? Sounds fast, but that's how I work. Until LWH, every album took under 24 hours to complete.

Back to the "Lost" album titled "Jersey": this was the follow-up to Everything Happens. Around the time I finished the track list and did at-home demonstrate on a single cassette, my 2 year relationship with my then-girlfriend ended. We both take blame for that. Anyway, I left for a bit, and that take, and ONLY that tape, was missing. She knew it was set and done. What she missed was looking into my 3.5" floppy disks. Looking at two .doc files gave me all the info I need. So this might pop up before this next album is finished, because (shhh...) I STILL HAVE DEMOS OF ALL OF THOSE SONGS AND THE LYRICS. I also feel very confident about them, because they date back to 1999-2002. Some were cut from EH due to studio costs, but appeared on the Live at Horizon album. All were played at various shows through the years. I just passed them up for later albums because they didn't fit. Maybe because...they belong together.

Other things I've (sadly) discovered that vanished with that hard drive failure: Prior to the release of EH, I did some...techno???... under the moniker DJB. Something close to 50 tracks. See, I discovered this interesting "game" called the MTV Music Generator for the PS1, then the PC. Codemasters made the sounds royalty-free. I loved it, and made a double album from it. In 2012-ish, I digitized all the recordings from the cassettes that were done through the A/V outputs. I resurrected that for one track at the 50th Anniversary of Doctor Who to make one track, with Whovian samples, but ALL of those files were on the hard drive. I MIGHT have some of the original tracks in THE VAULT of hard copies, but most likely not all. I could be wrong, I'll have to look. The hard drive "recovery" I attempted didn't recover a lot of things - full mp3 files of my solo music, full mp3 files of the Lapsis Angeles stuff, most of the recording files, but just about everything else is corrupted. Maybe someday, I'll drop the $300+ it will cost to recover all the contents, but that isn't likely any time in the near future. Maybe when the kids graduate.

I mentioned "friends contributing" above. There's a couple I specifically have in mind, but I won't say who. They have their own project and lives going on, so the ball is in their court. I would like to get at least one album done that is fully fleshed out with a rhythm section, and while I trust myself to do it, I funny have a bass or drums at my disposal. I'll be calling at least one on Wednesday. He seems to forget to call when we make plans to call. If they are onboard, this will push back a release, as between their project and the back and forth through Dropbox, who knows how long this will take.

There's also a BUNCH of unreleased tracks in the computer still, some missing their recording files, some not, but I do have their music and lyrics. "In the Real World 2010" - the lone decent song from the second half of the EH sessions - came from these. I'm not certain if these will appear anywhere. There's also 28+ cassettes of live material from the City Park days, a show at a place called Harmony Grounds, another at a place called Coffee & Connect, possibly one with my wife at what is now known as Papa Lou's, and demos dating back to 1994 or 95 (those physical mediums can come in handy later). I have to go get a cassette player and digitize these to see what I've got there. Hell, there might even be 2 more shows from Horizon.

Until the next post, look around and take in everything you see, because life is fleet and none of us knows how much time is left.

[melancholia-of-departure]

Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty (video game, 2023) and Nemesis, 1992 (Dir. Albert Pyun)--Spoilers

Nemesis, 1992 "See, Alex? You're not human. You're one of us." "Fuck you!" -Characters in the movie behaving in a thematically appropriate way

If you want to watch a movie that addresses the themes of cyberpsychosis much more effectively than this expansion pack, check out Albert Pyun's 1992 classic Nemesis. It's honestly everything anyone could want from Cyberpunk. Above is the best action scene of all time. Below is a supercut of some of the other best action scenes of all time, with one of the best jokes of all time thrown in for good measure, all from this one wonderful movie.

And here's a behind-the-scenes documentary, also fantastic. It's great when people involved in a production take sci-fi themes seriously and don't resent the audience and writers for having an interest in them.

Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty

Where to even begin with this weirdness? Cyberpunk had a notoriously messy release. I've spent a good amount of time sticking up for the reworked version of the game that I spent my first 400 hours playing. I can no longer justify that. Phantom Liberty is a hot pile of crap.

Spoilers for Cyberpunk 2077 and Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty follow

We start off strong with an homage to Escape from New York and a President who actually seems like an interesting character. Then we meet Idris Elba and everything starts going to shit. I went for what seemed like a reasonable playthrough given what I knew about V from the many time I've beaten the game and seen him throw a tantrum if Johnny tries to keep control--it would, based on actions we see V take from the third person, seem like wanting Johnny out of his head is in character. It's part and parcel of getting the Relic removed. Like it or not, Johnny is a hallucinatory symptom of cyberpsychosis and not an unambiguously good guy.

So why did I feel, at the end of the game, like I was being punished for having this hallucination, this literal symptom of cyberpsychosis that has been killing me for the whole plot of the game, surgically removed?

Maybe I was being punished for betraying Songbird--but she didn't end up dead, and she did promise V a solution to the Relic problem. Alex's death in my playthrough could in some way be attributed to V, but it's honestly a stretch. In purely utilitarian terms, compatible with Johnny's and the President's and Reed's and Alex's own set of ideals--the ideology into which I chose to get interpolated as a spy--this is an acceptable loss. All other objectives were achieved, since the President was safe while Reed and So Mi survived.

Yeah, So Mi's life sucks. But V is a violent thug and one more wasted life rotting away in a cell somewhere honestly doesn't seem like something that would weigh too heavily on his/her conscience--without reinforcement in the form of ridiculous punishment that comes out of left field thematically.

At the end of what seemed to me like a "good" playthrough I found out that there was no New Game + mode, no reward for finishing the game, just a lame cutscene where I get pushed down the stairs by some 'borged-up nobodies after finding out that everyone I loved has decided I'm not important enough to include in their lives, despite numerous attempts to reach me while I was in a coma for 2 years. Every love interest has better things to do than catch up with you. It's shameful that there isn't Panam in this. Come to think of it, not sure if there's any Takemura, either, but I may just not have done his core storyline yet on my first playthrough.

Compelling characters and strong cast utterly wasted by an ending that says none of them care about you because you're not a 95% cyborg. If only someone had decided that this conflict between man and machine were worthy of being emphasized thematically in the expansion. I guess attacking MaxTac counts.

Just a lot of underbaked story ideas here. If you don't already love Cyberpunk 2077 then don't bother with it, probably. If you do love it, maybe don't buy it. The gameplay is wonky, too, with a lot of the rebalancing for 2.0 feeling like they just nerfed a bunch of skills and made a few systems more confusing.

Watch Nemesis instead.

[noneedtoamputate]

Hello! For the BoB ask game! I hope you’re having a wonderful day!

2. Is there a character you liked/disliked at first, but then changed opinion on throughout the show?

3. When did you first watch the show?

4. If you could pick three characters to be on your zombie apocalypse team, who would they be and why?

6. If you had to pick only one episode as your favourite, which one would it be?

7. What’s your favourite quote from the show?

8. How did you find out about the show?

9. Is there a character you think is very underrated or that you think people should show more love to? Who and why?

10. Would you ever do the same thing the boys did if you got the chance? Why/why not?

11. What’s your favourite location from the show?

12. What do you think your army nickname would be if you were in it?

14. How many pairs of socks would you bring to Bastogne? [Because, as they say, socks are important!]

17. Did the 101st Airborne need saving in Bastogne?

18. If you had to be named after one of the boys, who would it be and why?

19. What song [beside the original scores] do you connect the most with the show?

20. If you have a(ny) ship(s) when it comes to the show, which one(s) is your absolute favourite?

Sorry there’s so many lol but like I tell everyone, I’m super curious! Have fun answering these (if you’d like)!

Whew, let me see if I can answer all of these!

Hmm, I think when I first watched the show, I didn't like Speirs. I was 20, and I saw the world in black or white and I didn't fully understand the positions the men were in (and I understand that I still don't, since I have never been in combat.) He's since become one of my favorite characters.

3. I first watched the show when it came out in 2021. My family are huge history buffs (my dad and my brother are social studies teachers, and I ended up majoring in history for my undergraduate degree.) I've seen lots of war movies, been to battle sites, etc., so I was very excited to see the miniseries.

4. This is a tough one. I would pick Shifty because I would need a sniper. I would pick Spiers because I would need someone fearless who accepts he is already dead. Finally, I think I would pick Lip, because he's a great solider, and great leader, and he would also keep my morale and focus up.

5. I would pick Speirs. I wouldn't want to commit any war crimes, but I would love to experience the fearlessness he exudes on screen.

6. The Breaking Point kills me every time I watch it. You get the sense of comradery and loss all in one.

7. "What's a guy gotta do to die around here?" - Joe Toye. But during this recent rewatch, I've really connected with Skip Muck. I love when Don asks him where he's been, and Skip answers, "Well, Don, I was at home in Tonawanda, but then Hitler started this whole thing, so now I'm here." Skip's sarcastic sense of humor is very similar to my own.

8. I think I just heard about it from all the promos at the time of its release.

9. Chuck Grant

10. I would love to go skydiving one day, but I don't have an interest in being in the military or in combat.

11. I love the scenes at Camp Toccoa and The Eagle's Nest.

12. Maybe Jack (part of my previous last name) or Bookie (I would be the one with a book during break time.)

14. ALL THE SOCKS. My feel are always freezing! I would leave the cigarettes and trade for them with all the socks I brought.

15. Okay, so this may be unpopular. They didn't NEED saving, but it sure was nice Patton's boys showed up when they did, right? I don't need my husband to make me coffee in the morning either, but I'm not going to turn that down.

18. I think maybe Johnny Martin, so it be almost impossible to find my on social media sites.

19, My current WIP is called Everything Beautiful Thing, a line from In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel. The song has a quality that I am striving for in the story.

20. I am open to all ships, but i think one underrated one is Harry and Kitty, and I would love to see more fiction featuring them. The man carried his spare chute and stole Hitler's silverware for her!

[maliby]

Dare | Johnny Suh (+18)

↬ Pairing: Johnny x F. Reader

↬ Story Genre: smut, fluff

↬ Warnings: mature language, explicit sex scene

↬ Word count: 5.6K

↬ Summary:  You and your friend Johnny have this ongoing string of wild dares. There’s just one thing: you’re never allowed to say no.

“Good morning class, today we’re going to start learning all about the matrix!” Your Algebra professor happily announced, completely unaware of the horror that swept over his students.

“Wait, is he talking about the movies?” Your friend Taeyong leaned in as soon as Professor Weaver turned his back to write on the board. The rest of the class groaned, having heard tales of horror from their seniors about the subject.

“No, you dufus! Remember last year when Taeil was having a mental breakdown?”

“Oh,” realization dawned over his beautiful face, his big eyes widening even more.

You had had a crush on Taeyong from the first moment you had seen him (just like everybody in your year), but that soon went away as you got to know him and found that you connected better as friends.

“Yup. Matrices…” You sighed in terror while you rested your chin on the palm of your hand. “Maybe Taeil has some notes he can give us-” At that moment, the phone in the back pocket of your jeans buzzed, breaking you out of your conversation. You fished the device from your pocket and looked at the shiny notification bar - it was a message from your roommate, Johnny Suh. 

You looked to your left where said roommate was, sat just a few tables from you, and felt a feeling of dread creep up on you at the sight of his stupid grin. You didn’t have to read the message, you already knew what he wanted.

“Is it Johnny?” Taeyong asked as his eyes followed yours straight to the roommate you both had in common.

“Yes…” you mumbled through gritted teeth, quickly placing your finger on your phone’s Touch ID to unlock it and read the message.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:35 AM): dare u to scream “fuck” as loud as you can

“Motherfucker…” you muttered with your eyes closed.

“What did he dare you to do this time?” You turned your phone to him as you noticed him trying to take a peek at it. “Oh no…”

It all started this one night at a frat house party. Back then, you were still crushing over Taeyong and, in a game of truth or dare, Johnny dared you to pick your nose and eat your own booger. Of course, any sane person would have said ‘no’ but, the tequila shots you had downed half an hour earlier made you anything but that. After that, not only did you not look at Taeyong for 2 weeks straight, but also dared Johnny to pick his crush’s nose. You thought he would never agree to it, but as soon as you saw the deed being performed right in the middle of the cafeteria, you knew you had just entered a game with no end.

“Y/N, you can’t do this! You’ll be in trouble!” Taeyong tried to reason with you, already knowing his words would fall on deaf ears.

“More trouble than I was in when I had to write a love poem to Professor Stevens on one of the questions of the Calculus exam?” You flinched as you remembered the talk down you got when Professor Stevens thought you were trying to have sex with him to get a better grade.

“Yeah...that was bad. But still-”

The buzzing of your phone interrupted Taeyong. You looked down at it and read Johnny’s second message out loud to your friend.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:38 AM): are u scared? 🐔

You looked back at the sender of the message and felt annoyance grow as you saw him flap his arms around like a chicken and laugh straight in your face.

5 seconds. That was how long it took for you to completely lose your cool, flip Johnny off and yell from the back of the class: “Fuck!” 

You were expecting a couple of things to happen, but nothing could prepare you for the general reaction you got: laughter. Everyone was laughing, from your classmates to your professor. Everyone except Johnny, that is.

“Don’t worry Miss Y/L/N,” Mr Weaver said from the front of the class, breaking your stare down with Johnny. “Matrices aren’t as scary as they seem,” Mr Weaver fondly smiled at you before turning back to the board to write something down, leaving you completely perplexed.

You looked back at Johnny who had his face in a frown and stuck your tongue out to him - it felt good to see his evil plans backfire.

“That was lucky,” Taeyong commented with a little chuckle.

“Tell me about it, feels like the Universe has finally compensated me for all the stupid shit Johnny has made me do.”

“You’ve made Johnny do some pretty stupid shit too.”

“Shhh,” you turned to your friend with your finger in front of your lips, making the universal gesture for silence. “Let’s not talk about that,” you patted him in the back and picked up your pen to start taking notes.

“I’m back!” You announced as put your keys on the glass bowl right by the entrance of your shared apartment. 

“Taeyong, they were all out of your favourite yoghurt.” You heard noise coming from the kitchen so you moved your way there, but as you went inside you crossed paths with Johnny who was just leaving the kitchen. He was on the phone, and by the expression on his face, you figured that something bad must have happened. 

“What happened?” You asked Taeyong who was leaning on the balcony eating the last of his yoghurt.

“I don’t know, it’s his mother.” 

“Oh no, are his parents fighting again?” 

Taeyong nodded as he licked his spoon and threw the yoghurt cup in the trash.

It was then that you both jumped up at the noise of the door slamming shut - Johnny had stormed out of the house.

Both you and Taeyong had called him loads of times but Johnny never answered, worry consuming you and your best friend. Eventually, you both decided to split up and go looking for him - Taeyong on his scooter and you on your bicycle. 

After half an hour of looking for Johnny in the most obvious places, you started to get desperate. You were starting to run low on ideas of where he could be, but as you passed by a bus stop and saw an ad for a sunscreen with a girl on the beach you suddenly remembered something: Johnny once had told you that when he was feeling down he liked to go to the beach and listen to the waves because it really calmed him down. 

“Why didn’t I think of that earlier?” You questioned yourself (earning a few weird looks from the people at the bus stop) before you changed directions and started to peddle your way to the beach.

The beach was mostly deserted (being that it was December and it was cold), but a brown-haired guy could be seen sitting alone in the sand. 

You parked your bike in the empty bicycle spot, locked it and walked straight to the lonely boy. As you got closer to him and confirmed his identity you couldn’t help but sigh in relief - he sure as hell didn’t look good mentally, but at least he was physically okay. You fished your phone from the pocket of your jacket and sent a quick text to Taeyong before sitting right down beside one of your best friends.

“It’s a little cold for a swim, don’t you think?”

He smiled at you, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. 

“My parents are getting a divorce,” he deadpanned before looking back at the sea, your instant reaction being to hug him.

“I’m so sorry Johnny.”

“I begged them to just talk it over. I begged them to try but...they won’t.”

“Johnny…” you started in a warning tone. You wanted to tell him that his parents have the right to be happy, but you completely understood where he was coming from - nobody wants their parents to split up. You just wish you could take away this bad feeling from him.

“I know, I know…” he answered, picking up what you were about to tell him. “It’s just...hard.”

You studied his face for a while and noticed his eyes were puffy from crying and your heart completely broke. You and Johnny liked to tease each other a lot, but the truth was that you really cared about each other, more than you’d probably like to admit.

You placed your hand on his back and started rubbing soothing circles. He probably could barely feel them over his bulky black leather jacket, but you couldn’t help but do it. “We’re here for you. Me and Taeyong. You know that, don’t you?”

Johnny turned to look at you and for a brief moment, his eyes held an emotion you had never seen on him. Something you were sure you had misunderstood. Something that, weirdly, made your heart pound.

“I know.” 

Johnny kissed the top of your head and wrapped his long arm around you, snuggling you closer to him and his body heat. You placed your head on his shoulder and just sat there, hearing a mix of his breathing and the waves.

Suddenly your heart started pounding again - something about this felt way too intimate. Replaying the last few minutes in your head made you realize that all of this, somehow, felt like more than a friendship, and that, scared the crap out of you. 

Your own body acted on its own, and when you came to it, you were already backing away from him and saying something to deflect the situation.

“You know there’s a frat party tonight don’t you?”

“Y/N... I’m not in the mood.”

“Johnny Suh, you are going to that damn party, and you are going to have a good time!” You knew he was stubborn and that you probably had no chance of convincing him but then, something crossed your mind; something that would dead sure make him go. “...I dare you!”

He chuckled. “That’s a low blow, using the dares against me.”

“Isn’t that the purpose of a dare though?” You smiled mischievously, making him smile in return.

“Touché.”

“Woo-hoo! Look at you!” Taeyong whistled as soon as you left your room, all dolled up and ready to go party. “Who are you trying to bang?”

You sneakily took a peek at Johnny who was sitting on the couch and felt a shiver run up your spine as you saw his eyes completely locked on your form. “Mmm, no one,” you lied in a playful tone. 

The truth was you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that little moment with Johnny on the beach and, as you looked through all your clothes when deciding on what to wear, you couldn’t help but pick your most revealing dress with his reaction in mind.

“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” Taeyong said.

“Well tough luck! Now come on guys, the cab is waiting downstairs.”

When you were grabbing your bag to make your way out the door you felt a tall presence right behind you. He placed his big hand on the small of your back and whispered to your hair: “damn Y/N, didn’t know you cleaned up like that.”

You smiled to yourself and then turned to look at him. “Well, obviously you haven’t been paying attention.” You winked at him and turned back around, leaving to follow Taeyong to the cab while being fully aware of Johnny’s eyes on your back.

When both you and Johnny arrived downstairs, Taeyong had already sat in the front, making you both sit in the back.

The ride was a short one - only 10 to 15 minutes - but, nonetheless, it was full of tension. Taeyong was on his phone the whole time, and the driver kept quiet so, if it wasn’t for the radio the silence would be a deafening one. 

Both you and Johnny didn’t take out your phones, as it would be usual. He just leaned his head on the window and watched the city lights pass by, probably still thinking about his parents. You felt bad. You didn’t want him to feel this way. You wanted him to be his usual funny self and dare you to do stupid shit, but seeing him like this just broke your heart. 

You couldn’t help but stare at his side profile - he was handsome. Of course, you knew he was handsome, you were not blind, but this was the first time his handsomeness was affecting you. You couldn’t help but stare: stare at the way his styled hair brushed upon his eyes, stare at his straight nose and stare at his perky lips. 

Suddenly, an undeniable urge to lean in and kiss him emerged within you. An urge so immense that you caught yourself actually moving towards him, only to be stopped by him turning to look back at you with a charged expression. 

You shared a look for a few seconds. A look that made your insides tingle and your legs press harder against each other. What was happening to you?

Johnny’s hand was reaching over to yours, which was pressed on the seat between the both of you, and you could feel your heart start to beat faster. Suddenly, it felt like time had slowed down and all your focus was on that one hand. That hand that looked strong and delicate at the same time. That hand that looked like it had the power to not only be rough but also gentle. That hand that could grope you, touch you and fuck you so good until you cried for more. That hand that was so close that made you gasp in anticipation.

“We’re here,” the cab driver announced, breaking you from whatever spell Johnny had you on.

“Thanks. Keep the change.” Taeyong paid the driver and left the cab, immediately moving to open up your door.

“Milady,” he bowed, acting as your personal chauffeur.

“Why thank you,” you awkwardly bowed back, still feeling shaken up by the events of the car.

“Okay, let’s move!” Your group started walking towards the house as soon as Johnny joined both of you from the other side of the cab, Taeyong still completely unaware of what had just happened. “I promised Yuta we’d play beer pong with him.” 

“But Taeyong, you know I suck at beer pong!” You protested.

“I do. And that’s why you’re not on my team.”

“What?! That means I’m stuck with her!” Johnny whined from right next to you, making you turn and hit him in his chest, his hard pecks not going unnoticed by you.

“Hey!”

“Shut up Suh, you know as well as I do that you could use a drink,” Taeyong said before he spotted his friend near the entrance. “Yuta ma’ man! What’s up?”

“TY! I was beginning to wonder if you’ve gotten lost!”

“Sorry, Miss Y/N here took 3 hours to get ready,” he pointed back at you, making you hit him in his shoulder.

“Shut up Taeyong!”

“Come on man, did you get a good look at her? I’d wait an eternity if it meant I could look at an angel like her,” he winked at you before getting a sip out of his red plastic cup.

It was public knowledge that you and Yuta had fucked a couple of times. He was pretty hot, and the things he could make you feel with that tongue piercing of his were out of this fucking world. But tonight, you weren’t feeling him all that much - the tiny voice in your head telling you that that’s because you wanted to be railed by Johnny instead.

“Do you really think those cheesy lines are going to work?” Johnny asked out of nowhere with a hint of annoyance to his voice.

Johnny and Yuta were friends and him, more than anyone, knew that Yuta was a nice guy. Sure, he really liked to flirt, but he was also very respectful. So, his reaction made you wonder if he perhaps was feeling jealous. Secretly, you hoped he was. 

“It already did man,” Yuta winked at you once again, catching you a little off-guard. 

“Now, TY told me we’re not going to be on the same team for the beer pong. I’m usually a perfect gentleman, but I’m sorry angel, I can’t let you win.” Yuta came one step closer and picked up your hand and you swore you felt Johnny tense up beside you. “Maybe afterwards you could save me a dance?” He kissed the back of your hand and gave you a look that left little to no imagination of his true intentions - he wanted sex.

“Dream on, Nakamoto,” Johnny interrupted, coming right between you two and breaking your contact. “Stop stalling and let’s go.”

Johnny grabbed your arm and pulled you inside and away from Yuta and his advances. The look of bewilderment on your other roommate’s face didn’t go by unnoticed by you, but you forcibly chose to act like you hadn’t seen it. You didn’t know what it was, but you were liking this jealous side of Johnny and you were certainly curious for more.

“Alright, game on,” you heard Yuta comment before the loud music from inside overwhelmed you and your ears.

The game went on for a while. You lost, just as Taeyong had predicted. You didn’t mind, really. You just wanted to have a good time and the alcohol from the game was helping you do just that: you were currently in the middle of the dance floor dancing by yourself without a care in the world. You had lost your friends when you went to the bathroom and decided to go to the dancefloor when WAP started playing.

You were enjoying yourself. You were at that fine line where you were feeling the effects of the alcohol but you could still make your own decisions and you loved it.

Suddenly, as you were shaking your ass, you felt a pair of hands on your hips and a crotch on your ass. You wished it was Johnny, but as you opened your eyes and saw him sitting on a couch not far from you, you felt your fantasy crumbling. You turned around to see who you had just ground on and weren’t surprised when your eyes landed on Yuta.

“Hello angel, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Really?” You tried to put a little distance between you, but Yuta just pulled you right back in, your bodies now in full contact with each other.

“The way you look tonight...you’re driving me fucking crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed in your ear, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. “All I wanted to do, was ditch Taeyong and the game and do that thing with my tongue that you like so much.”

Usually, that would be enough to make you lose your shit and pull him to the closest available bedroom, but tonight your mind was elsewhere. “Yuta...I’m sorry but tonight I’m not feeling it.”

His face fell in disappointment and he looked like a lost puppy, which partially made you feel bad for rejecting him, but you had to be honest. 

“You sure?” He asked you.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I’m sorry then...”

He was about to let you go; you could feel his grip loosening when someone yanked him back and away from you, leaving you confused.

“Leave her alone Nakamoto,” Johnny’s voice sounded right from beside you, making your heart jump.

“What the-? What is wrong with you Johnny? Why are you acting so- Oh…” Yuta looked back at you and you could literally see him putting all the puzzle pieces together in his mind. “I get it now.”

“Get what?” Johnny asked.

“Nothing,” you intercepted Yuta before he could say anything. “Yuta, don’t you have to go meet up with that girl?” 

You made some weird faces at Yuta so he could understand what you were doing and, thankfully, he did. 

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Have fun!” He winked at you and turned to leave, making you sigh in relief that that whole situation was over.

“That was weird,” your roommate commented. “Was he bothering you? I know he sometimes can be a little...persistent.”

You felt a warmth spread throughout your chest. You knew Yuta could never harm you, but the fact that Johnny was so worried about you made you swoon. Then a thought popped in your head that made the warm fuzzy feeling turn sour: was he worried because he liked you or just as a friend?

“No, it’s okay. He did nothing wrong. Thank you…”

“You’re welcome…”

The mood got awkward for a minute, with none of you saying a word until Johnny broke your shared silence. “I’m gonna go.”

“What?”

“Yeah...I’m sorry, I’m just not really feeling it.”

He looked mentally down and you felt bad for him. Johnny was always the one cracking up a joke - wherever there was laughter, he was always present. He loved to dance and to have a good time, and it broke you to see him like this.

“Hey, come on, dance with me.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m really not feeling it…”

“Come oooon…” You didn’t know how you could convince him, but then an idea popped in your head. “I dare you.”

He chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of at least making him laugh. “Playing dirty again Y/N?”

“Well, you aren’t giving me much of a choice now are you Johnny?”

“I don’t know…”

Before he could continue you started imitating a chicken, just like he had done to you in the Algebra class and you couldn’t help but smile at his laughter once again.

“Alright, alright!”

“Yes!” You chanted in victory, promptly grabbing his hands and making him dance with you.

The dance started out friendly, with a few spins here and there, but it wasn’t long before tension started rising up and his hands were on your hips, just where Yuta’s had been. In your head, you couldn’t help but compare the feeling of the 2. Yuta had nice hands, that had certainly made you feel good before, but Johnny’s somehow felt better. His hands felt like he cared for you on a much deeper level. Like they could hold you and never let go. Like they could protect you from anything and completely destroy you at the same time.

As your inner voice went on an entire monologue about the wonder of Johnny’s hands, you found yourself looking him dead in the eyes. The way he was looking at you was making you think wild things, and with the buzz from the alcohol, you couldn’t help but want to act on those thoughts.

Without an ounce of self-control, you let your head move forward and your mouth whisper in his ear: “I dare you to grab my ass.”

Without a second of hesitation, his hands were on your ass and you were exhaling on his ear. The way his big hands were fully grabbing you and massaging you was turning you on so much that you could feel yourself get wet. You wanted nothing more than to have him lift up your dress and finger you in the middle of everyone.

Johnny moved his head near your neck and you thought for a second he was about to kiss you there, but you were surprised when he spoke in your ear. “I dare you to grind that sexy ass of yours on my cock.”

“Fuck.”

Just as he had done with your dare, you promptly complied, turning around and rubbing yourself on his semi. You both were walking on some dangerous paths, but you didn’t think any one of you could go back now.

As you moved your ass to the music and felt him grow harder and harder you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to fuck him. You wanted him to end you. You wanted him to fill you up so good that he’d ruin any other man for you. You wanted his hands all over your body. You wanted him to grab your tits and play with your nipples. Fuck.

You reached your head back and whispered your next dare to him: “I dare you to play with my boobs.”

“Gladly.”

And then those big hands that were previously on your ass were now caressing your breasts and you felt like you were completely done. 

“Mmmh…” you moaned, not sure if he could hear you over the loud music.

The way he was pinching your nipples over your dress made you feel glad you decided on  not wearing a bra tonight. He was making you feel so good just with his fingers on your nipples and his clothed cock on your ass that your mind once again thought about what it would feel like to have the real deal.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

The dare had caught you off guard. You had been so in a trance by the grinding that your mind went straight to the fucking and skipped the kissing, but now that he had requested it you couldn’t stop thinking about it. So, consumed by desire, you turned around and glued your lips to his. 

You wrapped your right leg around his hip (his hand once again coming to the rescue and grabbing your thigh) and felt his cock rubbing you straight on your clit. The feeling was so pleasurable that you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him now. So you pulled back from the kiss and plead for the last dare: “I dare you to fuck me.”

Johnny didn’t waste any more seconds, he grabbed you by your hand and lead you up the stairs to the first spare bedroom he could find. He then pushed you to the bed, making you fall right on the mattress.

“When I saw you with Yuta I went fucking crazy.”

The way he was towering over you and looking down on you as he confessed his feelings to you was slowly driving you mad. You never imagined you would be where you were right now, but now that you were you could confidently say that you wanted nothing more than this.

“I turned him down because of you,” you also confessed, now suddenly feeling shy and not being able to look him in the eye.

He chuckled.

Suddenly the mattress dipped between your legs as he joined you on the bed, right on top of you. 

“How the fuck did we end up here Y/N?” His fingers gently placed a misplaced lock of your hair behind your ear, catching your breath at his tenderness.

“I don’t know...but I think I don’t want to go back.”

“Good. ‘Cause me neither.”

His lips were back on yours and although the kiss felt different this time, it quickly evolved to something more. His hands ran down your body and went between your legs, his fingers rubbing you over your drenched panties.

“You’re so wet baby. Is this all from grinding against my cock?” His fingers slid under your underwear and easily entered you, making you moan.

“Fuck, yes. I can’t stop thinking about your cock, it’s driving me crazy. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“I want that too.” Something dark took over his eyes. Something that, in combination with his low and breathy voice was making your desire for him grow to even bigger levels. 

“Lately I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” His free hand pulled down the upper part of your dress, exposing your breaths to his hungry mouth, as his other hand picked up its pace. “I lay awake at night just thinking about you: your smell, your hair, your smile, your eyes, your lips, your body…”

“Johnny…” you moaned his name as you felt that sweet pleasure building up from within you.

“Fuck, that sounded better than I imagined. Do that again, baby.”

Johnny’s other hand joined the one between your legs and began its assault on your little bundle of nerves, intensifying the amount of pleasure you were feeling. “Fuck Johnny, I can’t take it much longer…”

“Cum for me baby,” he instructed as he tried to alleviate himself by rubbing his cock against your leg.

“Ohshit-” you incoherently mumbled at the arrival of your orgasm, your walls spasming around his long fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” Johnny mumbled against the skin of your belly as he pressed soothing kisses on it.

You smiled and took in a few more breaths so you could talk. 

“Since when are you this romantic Suh?” You asked as you finger-combed his now messy hair.

“Since always. I just only show it to special girls.”

You looked away, suddenly feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. Damn Johnny Suh and his smooth ass talking.

He chuckled before moving closer to your face and kissing you across your jaw. “Since when are you this shy Y/L/N?”

“Since-” You opened your mouth to answer him but came up short, ending up getting frustrated instead. “Shut up and take your clothes off!”

Your roommate laughed at your annoyance and immediately complied, removing his shirt and working on his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at his buff body: his bulging biceps, his washboard abs and his juicy pecks. You were so lost in desire that you didn’t even notice that Johnny was eyeing you up.

“Enjoying the view?” He teased, the stupid grin on his face driving you mad.

“Shut up,” you said once more, not enjoying the power he had over you.

“Take off your dress baby, I wanna see you too,” he requested as his hand caressed your naked thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

You obliged, quickly removing all your clothes and exposing your naked body to his hungry eyes.

Johnny didn’t say anything, but you could tell by the way his cock twitched that he was affected. So affected, in fact, that within seconds he was on top of you devouring your lips.

Both your hands wandered on each other’s body as he dry humped you between your legs.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked between ragged breaths.

“Fuck, no. But wait a minute,” Johnny reached for the bedside table and opened the first drawer, finding exactly what he was looking for. “Jackpot.”

“Did you know that was there?” 

“No, but I figured. After all, this is a frat house,” he explained as he opened up the package and rolled down the latex condom on his cock.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Fuck, yes. Just put it in.”

Johnny didn’t wait a second longer. He grabbed his cock, ran it up and down your slit a couple of times and slowly entered you, the feeling of fullness being completely indescribable.

“Oh Johnny, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, tell me when I can move.” Johnny was nuzzled up in your neck, leaving tiny love bites as you adjusted to his cock.

“You can go.”

He started moving slowly at first, a string of moans spilling out from both your mouths, but, soon after, his hips started thrusting faster and harder and you found yourself clawing at his back. 

“Shit,” he hissed before glueing his lips back on yours.

For a moment you both lay there on your own little pleasure bubble, just fucking and swirling your tongues together, with moans and cusses being spilt left and right as you enjoyed each others’ bodies. For a moment, nothing else mattered - just you and Johnny.

“Baby, you’re taking me so well. You are so perfect,” he confessed as he kissed you all over, his words almost making your heart jump out of your chest.

“Johnny, baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too, fuck.”

Johnny was drilling into you so hard that the sound of skin slapping on skin was drowning out the music coming from outside. You were almost there, and as you felt that sweet feeling building up in your core you took a chance to really look at Johnny: the way he bit his lip, the way his brows frowned in pleasure, his dishevelled locks and the way his veins popped on his arms as he held himself up so as not to crush you. He was so fucking hot you couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it sooner.

“Johnny, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, beautiful. I’m right there.”

That was all you needed. Just like that, you were crashing and burning around the man you had considered as ‘just a friend’ for years, your walls milking him dry and making him spill everything inside the borrowed condom.

You didn’t move for several minutes. Johnny fell right to your side and just lay there right beside you, your chests rising and falling in tandem.

What do you say in these situations? What were you supposed to say right after one of your best friends, and roommate, fucked the shit out of you? You had no idea, but thankfully, he took the lead.

“I dare you to fuck me again.”

The dare caught you completely off-guard, just like yours had caught him and you couldn’t help but laugh. For a good minute, that’s all you both did: laugh.

“Alright,” you reached for the drawer and grabbed another condom from the owner of the room. “But this time, I’m on top.”

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[sundaysundaes]

Before Our Story Began

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff | 7.4k | College AU Summary: The popular new kid at your campus has this habit of raising his eyebrows when he flirts and you just realized that maybe you have a kink for it.

It has the same setting as my previous Mark Lee X Reader’s stories (Our First Time and Drunk Antics) but if you’re not into Mark (I’m not judging but what is wrong with you) you can just skip those two because this story can be read separately. 

Before dating the socially-awkward, yet utterly adorable Mark Lee, you have had your fair share of relationships that are now reduced into the form of awkward friendships. Your last boyfriend was Lee Donghyuck—who also publicly known as Haechan—and that fact does not sit well with Mark, because well, they were the best of friends. They still are, but it feels like they’re walking on thin ice whenever you’re in the picture so you try your best to stay away from your ex just to make sure everything is all right with the three of you.

Which is quite weird, knowing how close you were with Haechan before.

It was weird in the beginning, but fate really did play a major role in your relationship. You were in your second year of college and you’d managed to pull yourself together by that time, though you hadn’t really made any real friends yet. You weren’t aware of Mark’s existence either at that point, though he probably had with him being your long-time secret admirer after all. You were too busy trying to adapt to the new college and dormitory life, as well as trying to keep your grades up, that you could barely spend some time socializing with people. Project partners and study buddies were really as far as you could go with the term of friendship during your first year.

Your relationship didn’t exactly start as friends with Lee Donghyuck. Even though he had made tons of friends since his orientation days in college, you were certainly not one of them. You didn’t even know he existed in your world, and neither did he. Younger than both you and Mark, Haechan shone like the sun almost in every aspect of his life and unlike you, people had surely noticed that because he was academically smart, physically good-looking, very social and adventurously funny. It didn’t take long before he became popular at your campus. So popular, in fact, that you heard chatters of his name when you walked down the campus’ hallway with your textbooks in your arms. You had only known his name but not his face, so you didn’t really feel nervous or overly excited like any other girls would’ve probably had when you accidentally sat next to him during public speaking class and saw that he had a silly note stuck on his back, pressed against his black hoodie.

“Hey,” you called, loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough so the people around you wouldn’t notice. “You’ve got something on your back.”

The boy was young, and he had the smoothest golden skin you’d ever seen on a boy. You would probably kill to have his perfect sun-kissed skin. He had slightly chubby cheeks and a mop of dark brown hair with bangs falling over his eyes. He was slouching forward in his seat with his arms draped over his table, staring lifelessly at the board. His lower lip was jutting out in boredom and slight annoyance, reminding you of a five-year-old boy missing his favorite cartoon. He threw a glance to the side, looking at you with big, chocolate brown eyes, and his eyebrows raised in question.

“What?” He asked and you pointed to the back of his hoodie with your pen.

“I won’t judge if it’s the kind of thing you’re into,” you said, “but I don’t think placing a note behind your back with the words Spank Me, Mama, written on it is the best way to actually, you know, get it.”

He blushed and he blushed so hard that it made you think huh, he’s kinda cute, but you buried the thought right away. You had promised yourself to focus better that year. Falling head over heels for a fellow student on the first day of your new term was not the right way to do it.

“Right, thanks.” He struggled with the note, reaching behind his back as if his skin was on fire. You were about to help when he finally snatched the paper and read the words under his breath, eyes widening in shock.

“I assume that’s not your handwriting?” You were amused but tried your best not to tease him so much.

He did this pout that actually kind of fit his face, probably because he still had that baby face going on. Most of the guys you knew would look immensely disgusting if they pulled that kind of pout. Take your brother, Johnny, for example. Even the thought of him doing that already made you feel like punching your fist against a wall.

“I would weep myself to sleep if my handwriting was this bad,” he grumbled and you smiled secretly to yourself. He turned to you, an awkward grin painting his face. “Sorry, my friends are assholes. Do you happen to know a swamp nearby where I can dump dead bodies without being found out?”

You nod. “I know a place but it’s no longer free, though. They charge you, like, ten thousand won per body. Which is why I’m broke.”

His timid grin grew into a bright smile, probably feeling quite elated that somebody shared the same type of dumb humor as him. “I’m Lee Donghyuck.” He sneaked a hand under a table and you took it for a handshake, answering him with your name. “Thanks for saving my life.”

“Most welcome. You can save me back later when I have the words spank me, daddy, glued to my back.”

“So your friends are assholes too?”

“It’s what people have in common these days, I suppose.”

But when your professor spoke louder to make sure he didn’t any other noise in the room except his own, you had to cut your conversation short and only threw small grins at him every now and then.

When the class ended, you both parted ways with nothing more than a small wave of a hand and a casual, “Well, I guess, I’ll see you later.” You thought it would be too weird to get even friendlier than that, and he probably did too. You admitted that he was cute, but not cute enough for you to ditch your next class and make out with him in the nearest parking lot. You thought you were going to see him again soon anyway, probably the next week when the same class started.

And you were right, but you wished you weren’t because Donghyuck came back to your class the following week looking like a full-course meal.

Donghyuck probably had his hair cut short somewhere on the weekend and it looked absolutely fucking perfect on his head. His bangs were no longer hiding his eyes, and it was clear to you then that Donghyuck with his forehead seen, combined with those thick beautiful eyebrows and mesmerizing round eyes, were really something to behold.

He didn’t notice you were already in the class when he walked in, with his bag slinging on one shoulder. Some rowdy boys were shouting at the back of the room, “Haechan-ah, over here! Saved you a seat!” And Donghyuck grinned at them, waving his hand before he walked toward their seats and you thought Lee Donghyuck is Haechan?! That Haechan?! And mentally slapped yourself on the face when the flashback hit you. You had the chance to talk to one of the most popular boys in school and you talked about swamp and dead bodies.

Absolutely fucking perfect.

After you managed to collect yourself, you couldn’t hold back this urge to sneak a few glances to the back of the class, trying to catch a glimpse of that beautiful forehead of his—which you realized by then that you had some kind of a kink for it—without having him notice you.

But he did. He did notice every time you tried to secretly stare and he reciprocated each time with a smile, raising one of his eyebrows almost dangerously seductive at you and you thought goddamn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my twenty years of living I don’t know what is.

You offered your best effort to stay fucking calm despite everything that had been going on in your head, waving one hand at him with a small—hopefully not creepy—smile on your face. You immediately turned around right after, swallowing your breath, and tried not to vomit because your stomach felt like it was about to lurch out of your mouth. It wasn’t really an unpleasant feeling; it was just kind of new to you and you loathed the way your heart was slamming against your ribcages.

Okay, you mentally calmed yourself, get a hold of yourself. No need to panic. He’s just another cute boy, with a cute haircut, and a cute smirk, and a cute forehead and—

You really didn’t like where it was going.

When the class ended—and you didn’t learn a thing about it—you shoved your iPad back into your bag and let out the loudest sigh you had ever made in your sorry life.

“Bad day?”

Haechan’s voice was next to your ear and though you only jerked slightly on the outside, most of your soul had actually gone to heaven—or hell, from all those dirty thoughts you had about him during the last two hours of that lecture.

“Yeah,” you cooly replied. Thank God, your voice didn’t betray you. “My swamp is full again. I have to start looking for a new place.”

AM I SERIOUSLY TALKING ABOUT ANOTHER FUCKING SWAMP—

But Haechan was laughing about it, not too much but the amusement on his face was genuine. “It’s cute that you remember our previous conversation.”

“It’s cute that you do too.”

“Well, actually, that’s what I’ve been thinking about for the last week,” he told you with a smirk on his face. You dared to bet on your life that he was flirting with you and you were about to scream out of joy but you reminded yourself to play it cool.

“I don’t think it’s a conversation worth remembering,” you commented nonchalantly.

“Not if I had it with anyone else.”

You almost fell from your seat. “On second thought, it was a pretty interesting conversation, what with the—”

“Noona.” He suddenly leaned close, laying one hand on your desk to prop his weight. There was that smirk again—the one with his eyebrow raised. “I’m trying to flirt with you and ask you out on a date, if you haven’t noticed.”

Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and you could hear your own heartbeat in your ears at that point. You had thought about it—about him asking you out—but your imagination did not do justice on how smooth and confident or how goddamn attractive he looked in real life. “Oh.”

“Oh.” He imitated, smirking a bit wider and you were dazed with how bright he shone. “So, can I take you out for lunch? Not anywhere close to swamps full of dead bodies, I swear.” Then after a small pause, he added, “Unless, that’s what you’re into.”

“Shut up,” you retorted, standing up and gathering all your belongings into your arms. “You’re paying.”

He laughed softly to himself, trailing after you with a cheeky grin on his face. “This swamp thing could be our thing, though.”

“Shut up.”

***

Haechan was not one to take it slow, you remember, which is way different from how Mark does things with you.

It wasn’t like Haechan was overly aggressive—as far as boys go, he was pretty normal about the whole dating and sex thing—but he really just head straight to the point whenever he had something in mind, whether it was by a sudden change of topic in your conversation, or acting it out directly with his body.

While Mark tends to plan things, Haechan just did everything out on a whim. You could be talking about science fiction movies at a cafe at one point, and ended up with having your clothes soaked with water by the next few hours because he suddenly felt like the day was too hot and jumping into the campus pool fully clothed was a good idea. You weren’t sure why you’d said yes to all of that when you just barely knew him but Haechan could be very persuasive. So dangerously so, that you would probably say yes to anything.

It was on your third date when he suddenly bent his head down and cut you in the middle of your sentence with a kiss. It was only a small peck, a quick pressing of his plump lips against yours, but it still managed to literally stop you from breathing for a good couple of seconds.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling away with his eyes still staring at your lips. “I was… distracted.”

You knew it was lust in his eyes and you were familiar with yourself enough to know that you usually preferred to have your first kiss after you knew the guy for a certain amount of time. But Haechan—the way he sometimes stared at your lips for a millisecond while you were talking, or hugged you for a few seconds too long before you parted ways—really made you feel special. Made you feel… wanted. And it had been a long time since someone made you feel that way.

So it really didn’t come too much of a surprise that when he dipped his head down to kiss you again, you responded with as much passion as he emitted. You didn’t care that both of you were still standing in the middle of your co-ed dorm’s hallway, though it was empty from how late it was. You had your fingers tangled in his hair as you tiptoed and leaned your entire weight to his body, making him inhale sharply and curl his fingers around the fabric of your dress.

“Again,” he breathed when you pulled away for a split second and immediately brought you back to him again. Haechan had one arm around your waist and another one holding your face, angling your head to the side so he could kiss you deeper.

Haechan was a good kisser—so frighteningly so that it made you feel conscious of how inexperienced you were compared to him. And with the way his hands were moving around your body, you could tell that things were going a bit too fast.

“Haechan—”

The hand that you laid on his chest to give you both some space, was brought over your head as he pressed your body against the door of your room. He kissed you harder, almost knocking your head against the wooden surface, and you could taste the flavor of the lollipop he had on his way back to your dorm. His scent was intoxicating in the best way possible, numbing your mind from thinking how this could probably end up in a bad decision.

“Haechan-ah, wait,” you gasped against his mouth, and when he did, pulling away from you for a few inches to catch his own breath, you noticed that even if you managed to stop him, you probably wouldn’t sound very convincing.

It was really fortunate that although Haechan was a man of passion, he still had the patience to make your consent his priority. “Too fast?” He asked, warm breath fanning against your lips and you really wanted to just close those few inches between you and be smothered with his kisses again.

So you did, and you could feel him smirking into the kiss. The way he slipped his tongue between your mouth made your knees buckle underneath your weight so you clutched onto him as if you were hanging to dear life. Haechan formed this low grunt at the back of his throat that made your skin tingle in delight, knowing that you had that kind of effect on him.

But really, something still didn’t feel right.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, noticing how you fidgeted uncomfortably under his touch. He looked like stopping at this point would be the last thing he wanted to do but he still gave you the space you needed.

You nodded your head slowly at his question. Haechan looked like he had to put his best effort to gain control of his body and move away from you, and you could totally relate at that point, actually. You weren’t really sure why did you even stop him before. It just felt like the right thing to do but at the same time, it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Haechannie—"

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking a step away from you and releasing you from his hold. You were surprised by the fact that you almost fell down to the floor when he wasn’t holding you.

“No, don’t be—it was, umm,” You cleared your throat. The collar of your knitted sweater suddenly felt too tight. “It was good.”

“Good?” Haechan asked, smirking as he raised an eyebrow and you thought fuck there’s that look again and you cursed inwardly a few more times for feeling so whipped for his little, seductive eyebrow raise. “I thought that was more than good, Noona.”

“Probably for you,” you wanted to tease but you could hear your voice crack at the end.

“Oh, really?”

And he kissed you again because he never wanted to lose his game. He knew he already had you wrapped under his fingers; he just wanted to make you succumb to him. To have you say how amazing his touches really felt on your skin because he was just that kind of a guy.

And he was winning. Your reaction was exactly the way he wanted you to be, arching your back under his touch, pressing your chest against his, tongue darting out to taste the inside of his mouth better and longer.

“No, wait, timeout.” You pushed him away again and you noticed that his hair was a mess from the work of your fingers and weirdly enough, it only made him ten thousand times hotter.

“Noona, you’re torturing me.” He whined against your shoulder, playfully biting the skin over your clothes. “Do you want me to stop or not?”

Haechan had the habit of whining when things didn’t go his way. It was immature and it would probably look childishly annoying on someone else, but it only made him  that much more adorable. Still annoying most of the time, but always adorable.

“I’m sorry.” You were torn between feeling bad or laughing about it because my God, look at that pout. “Maybe a five-minute break? I could make you some coffee. My roommate is away for the weekend.”

He sighed, the pout on his lips grew even more apparent. “You’re inviting me to your room? At this hour? After this?”

“I’m not going to have sex with you tonight, Lee Donghyuck, just to be clear.”

“Which is the more reason why you shouldn’t be inviting me over then!”

You laughed because his voice was becoming quite high-pitched. “Are you so incapable of using your brain instead of your dick?”

“Noonaaaaa~” He threw his head back in exasperation, which gave you the chance to ogle at the column of his throat. “Seriously, is torturing guys at the end of a date your sick hobby or something?”

“Look, if you stay over, we can still make-out.” You throw a smirk at him, unlocked your door and pushed it wide open. “And I make the most amazing coffee, trust me.”

“Fine,” he exhaled, walking into your room with a suppressed smile on his face. “And I’m only here for coffee, nothing more. Making-out with you is just a bonus.” And you found yourself giggling like a child as he cradled you into his arms and pushed you down to your bed because you both knew, it was the other way around.

***

About a month later, a similar situation happened again and there was no getting out of it.

It started with Haechan coming over to your room on a Sunday afternoon. Your roommate was staying over at her boyfriend’s place again for the weekend, so you had the room to yourself for the entire day. Haechan came unplanned and he’d brought his MacBook with him because, “I know myself well enough that I’d end up playing Overwatch instead of working on my assignment, so could you please be a responsible adult and force me to do my work even if I start crying at your feet?”

Haechan was always the dramatic one in your relationship but you nodded your head and let him in. You brought over some snacks and made him coffee like usual—which he always replied with, “Noona, I don’t want to sound like an ungrateful boyfriend but this coffee tastes like shi—” but was always finished with a pillow smacked to his face, a form of your courtesy.

You were working on your own papers too, sitting on the carpeted floor with your back pressed against the foot of your bed and a MacBook resting on your lap. Your textbooks were sprawled all over the place, and Haechan was lying down on your bed, head falling over the edge. He was looking at his phone, his thumb running up and down the screen.

“Noona?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m bored.”

“Aren’t you supposed to work on your assignment?”

“Finished it already.”

You threw a look over your shoulder, glancing to see him lounging on your bed as if it was his own. Haechan already had his MacBook closed, and was looking at you upside down with a completely bored look on his face. You knew he was smart, but you didn’t know he was that smart when he really put his mind to it.

“Well, that was fast,” you commented.

“No, you’re just doing it painfully slow.”

“Well, sorry for not being as smart as you,” you mumbled, even though you weren’t really annoyed about it. Haechan  huffed and walked closer, sitting closely right behind you, and trapping you between his legs.

“You’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met, though,” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What are you working on exactly?”

“I don’t even know, honestly,” you sighed, leaning against his chest, dropping your head on his shoulder. “You wanna order some take-out?”

“Can I eat you for dinner instead?”

“Was that a sex joke, Lee Donghyuck?”

“Could be, if you’re interested.” You could see him wiggling his eyebrows from his reflection on your standing mirror. Both of you looked adorable, if you could say so yourself, wearing a matching white shirt (though not on purpose) and enjoying each other’s warmth with Haechan’s arms wrapped protectively around your figure. You sighed as you admired the sight of Haechan’s features in the mirror.

“Have I told you how sexy you look with your hair pushed back like this?” You asked, reaching out to touch some of his strands and he followed your gaze, looking at his own reflection in the mirror.

“Huh.” He seemed surprised. “It’s the first time you said that actually. What else do you think is sexy about me?”

“Promise you won’t get cocky about it if I tell you?”

“Can’t. You know how I am.”

You sighed but you succumbed to his wish. He praised you from time to time, it was only fair for you to do the same. “The way you dance.”

“You saw me dance?”

“Hm-hmm.”

“When?”

“That time when we went to Jaemin’s party. You were dancing to Billy Jean.”

“You saw that?!” He was flustered, scarlet painting his cheeks and ears. “That was—I thought you were in the bathroom!”

“Well, I was going to but then I saw you and kinda had to stop and stare for a little. You dance more with your hips than with your hands, do you know that? It was kinda hot.”

And just like that, the flabbergasted look on his face was immediately replaced with that Godforsaken cocky smirk again. “Were you turned on back then because of me?”

“A little. Or maybe I just really had to pee.”

“You should’ve said something, you know.”

“And then what? Have sex with you in Jaemin’s room? No freaking way.”

“We could’ve used my car. My hips could do so much more than just dancing, you know.”

“You’re disgusting.” You elbowed him slightly on the stomach to stop him from giggling, before you focused back on your MacBook. “Now, shoo, my boy. Mommy’s gotta work.”

Haechan had his chin on one of your shoulders. “But Noona~”

“I’m studying.”

“I’m bored~” He whined like the baby that he was, nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck and you flinched slightly when his breath tickled your skin. “Can we make-out? Please pretty pleaseeeee~”

“Give me half an hour to finish this real quick—”

“Noonaaaaaaa~”

“What?” You were trapped between laughing and acting annoyed about it. “I seriously need to study. Didn’t you tell me to be a responsible adult for today?”

“You could also be a responsible adult by making-out with me though.” He chuckled to himself. “We could do adult things if you—”

“No,” you firmly stated though your smile kept on appearing on your face. You pushed a palm against his cheek, playfully shoving him away. “Now, go away, Dongsookie, I really have to study.”

“Fine,” he exhaled loudly against your shoulder and you could practically feel his pout growing on his face. He didn’t let you go, though. He kind of just sat there behind you, still circling his arms around your waist as he lazily stared at the words you were typing on the keyboard. You had trouble concentrating with the way you could feel every time he took in a breath from how close his chest was pressed against your spine but eventually you got the hang of it.

You were already working on your third page when Haechan suddenly had his lips on the side of your neck, lazily suckling on the skin until you could no longer ignore him.

“Haechannie.”

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m playing a game,” he murmured against your skin, licking at the soft skin before he nibbled at it with his teeth. “It’s called how fast can I distract my girlfriend from working over a stupid assignment instead of spending time with me.”

“But I am spending time with you, though.”

“You know what I mean.”

And you had to bite your lip because he had a certain kind of pressure on his words that made your skin tingle in anticipation. His lips were soft but scorching hot as he drew bruises on your skin and it felt so good and dangerous at the same time. It was like standing on a bridge made of glass, both exciting and terrifying.

“You know what I think is sexy about you?” He quietly asked, one hand running down your body, slipping under your shirt and hovering dangerously close to your bra. “The way you say my name when we kiss,” he continued, adding a soft moan when he latched his lips around your earlobe.

You shivered, feeling heat growing on your cheeks. “Haechannie—”

“Yes, like that,” he chuckled, his voice suddenly became deeper. “You’re so sexy, you’re driving me insane.”

You tried your best to ignore him, you really did. But the second he had his warm mouth against your lips, his fingers grabbing your face almost forcefully to turn towards him, you just lost it and you found yourself crawling into his lap, tangling your legs around his waist and moaning against his mouth as he was against yours.

“Noona,” he sighed when you kissed down his neck, as if your every touch was a gift that he craved more and more. He shuddered slightly when you had your hand under his shirt and as if you just pushed the wrong button, he suddenly picked you up by the waist, shoved your textbooks away with one swipe of the back of his hand, and laid you down on the carpeted floor in one swift motion.

“If you keep doing that,” he breathed out heavily, eyes glazed as he stared at your kiss swollen lips. “I won’t be able to stop, even if you beg me to.”

You weren’t sure what came over you but you found yourself hooking your fingers around his necklace and brought his face down, whispering, “Then don’t stop,” directly against his lips.

It was all rush and passion and Haechan was not wasting even a second away before he began to undress you, removing each clothing very easily and you secretly wondered just how many times had he done this before from how smooth he unclasped your bra with one flick of his finger.

He pulled his shirt over his head, his silver necklace hanging loosely around his neck. “Tell me if I’m being too fast,” he said, before he climbed on top of you, throwing the piece of clothing away without a care. Your heart jumped at the sight of him, knowing how this could lead to something more but couldn’t really stop him. Not with the way he had his hands reaching down from the valley of your breasts, down to your stomach, his fingers brushing above the hem of your jeans.

His kiss was always breathtaking, to say the least, but it was a bit different this time because it felt like he was losing control of himself. His kiss was almost forceful, his teeth roughly nibbling at your lower lip before he moved down your chin and found his place in the crook of your neck again. His hand was on your chest, cupping you fully with his palm and let out this sexy groan when he felt you gasping his name against his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re just doing that on purpose now, aren’t you?” He hissed, eyes clouded with lust. He peppered kisses down your chest, lips hovering above your nipple when he said, “You’re being cruel, Noona.” You were tugging at his dark locks when he placed it between his lips, sucking at the sensitive spot, and you tried to hold back your moan but failing every time.

Haechan was giggling to himself, his tongue flicking around the bud. “The way you’re reacting to me is so cute. I didn’t know you were this sensitive.” He ran his tongue across his lower lip, staring at you like he wanted to ravish every part of you, which he probably did. “You’re so goddamn cute.”

“Haechannie.”

“Yeah?”

“I won’t be needing that kind of commentary ever again in the future, thanks,” you uttered, trying your best to focus on his touch and not his words because Haechan could be annoyingly talkative sometimes.

He chuckled again, moving along to land a few kisses on your stomach. “If you’re that sensitive here, how sensitive will you be if I touch you right over…” He trailed a finger down from your belly button to the edge of your underwear. His eyes twinkled gleefully before he rubbed your clit over your underwear. “…here?”

You gave your best strength to stay sane but Haechan’s giggle over your reaction only tortured you even further. “Stop playing around,” you hissed under your breath, pretty sure that you were blushing from ear to ear.

“Playing?” Haechan grinned tauntingly, “I’m being pretty serious, though.” He spread your legs, kissing the inner part of your trembling thigh before he hovered dangerously close to the point you could feel his breath down there. You couldn’t help but gulp in anticipation and Haechan knew that. He knew how much you wanted him to take off your underwear and eat you out like it’s his last meal.

But of course, being the little fucking devil that he was, Haechan only threw you his usual smirk and said, “You know I’d do anything for you, right, Noona? You just gotta beg for it.”

“No way.”

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t know.” He faked a pout. “I’m younger than you, you know. I need you to teach me these things.”

You reciprocated by kicking him right on his abs because as desperate as you were, there was no way in hell you were going to grovel at his feet, begging for him to please you. “All right, all right, I’m sorry, geez!” Haechan said, laughing as he successfully dodged two of your first kicks. Soon after, he grabbed your moving legs, carefully placed them on his sides and ran his hands slowly from your legs to your thighs. He took a long glance at your body, sighing like it was some kind of beautiful torture for him to take. “You don’t even realize how hot you are, do you?” He leaned closer and grabbed you by your chin, locking both of your gazes together. “Do you even know how hard I am right now because of you?”

It was a rhetorical question, clearly, because you could definitely tell how hard and hot he was pressing against you, even if his jeans and your underwear were still on the way.

“God, just—” you gasped when he slipped a knee between your legs, pressing it against your core. “Just stop being a fucking tease and fuck me already, Donghyuck.”

And he grinned against your skin. “Fucking finally.” You heard him say under his breath, before he carried you in his arms and moved you to the bed. It felt somewhat scary, how fast he was being, because you had only experienced sex once and it was the painfully awkward kind of sex with your high school boyfriend and you didn’t really have the chance to practice it with anyone else while it seemed to you, at this point, was clearly not the case for him.

Haechan had his eyes on you, all half-lidded with lust and passion, as he unbuckled the belt of his jeans and you had to gulp at the sight. He didn’t really have six-pack abs like Jaehyun—considering your boyfriend was quite an athlete during his senior days—but his shoulders were broad, his chest was toned, his stomach was lean and his skin, as it glistened slightly with sweat, was just absolutely breathtaking.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked, and you knew how he’d always been cocky in his entire life, but he’d never been this cocky. “You’re practically drooling.”

“I am not,” you retorted but you lacked confidence. Haechan grabbed a condom from the pocket of his jeans before he climbed back into the bed with his jeans unbuttoned.

“Why do you already have a condom with you?”

“Because I came prepared.”

“I thought you said you wanted to study.”

“Among other things,” he grinned against your lips and shushed down your next protest. “I will be studying your body, if you give me the chance.”

“That was so lame.” But even your insult couldn’t mask how nervous you sounded, especially when Haechan was settling himself between your legs again, fingers hooking around your underwear.

“Final chance if you want me to stop, Noona,” he said though it felt like it was almost impossible for him to stop. “I’m serious. After this, I won’t stop even if you cry.”

You swallowed your breath, heart thrumming loud against your chest. “Just do whatever you want,” you answered, almost too quiet for even your ears to hear but Haechan’s eyes gleamed in anticipation.

“That’s my girl,” he said, grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs apart before he leaned in to taste your mouth again. “I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.”

You realized you were holding your breath when Haechan wrapped the condom around his length and he had his eyes on you before he pushed in, asking with an unexpected low voice of his, “Ready?”

But he did not wait for an answer and you found yourself hissing when he pushed in, slowly at first and suddenly all at once. You twisted your fingers against the bed sheet, biting your lower lip because it hurt trying to adjust to his size and Haechan was a little bit lost in his own thoughts, muttering, “Fuck, you’re so tight,” under his breath, slightly throwing his head back out of pleasure. “Noona, you’re so fucking tight. Do you know that?”

He leaned closer to you, chest pressing against your breasts as he mouthed against the skin of your shoulder and slowly began to move his hips. “You all right?” He asked, making eye contact after a while and you shakily nodded your head, though the pain was still there. “Then I’ll move faster.”

You almost hit your head against your headboard when he suddenly picked up the pace, thrusting into you hard and deep; it knocked the breath out of your lungs. “Haecha—” you could barely speak at that point, arms clutching tight to his back, nails raking against his spine.

“Fuck,” he uttered between heavy breaths as he sat on his knees, holding both of your legs in the air, almost splitting your body in half and pushed deeper. “How the fuck do you feel this good, I—” he ended his sentence short, kissing your ankle instead, his eyes never leaving yours. “I wanna keep you—you’re so pretty like this, Noona—so fucking pretty—”

Haechan was always good with his words but at that time, he was making incoherent noises at the back of his throat, jumping from one sentence to another as if he was thinking about several things at once and he was running out of time.

“Haechan, wait—s-slow down—” You placed a hand on his shoulder, tears forming in your eyes. “You’re moving too fast—It hurts—”

Haechan was unfocused, but the last two words that slipped from your mouth brought him back to reality. He stopped almost immediately, looking at you with eyes searching your face. “Does it hurt?” He asked and you nodded, your body shaking a little bit. His gaze softened, cupping your cheek in his hand before he slowly pulled out of you. “I’m sorry, come here.” He cradled you into his arms, sitting down on the bed and helped you climb into his lap. “Maybe if we do it this way,” he said, wiping a tear from your eye with his thumb, “You’ll feel better?”

You could feel him twitching below you, the tip of his cock pressing against your folds. Haechan stayed true to his promise, he wasn’t going to stop even if you cried and that’s fine because you didn’t want him to.

“Take your time,” Haechan said, smiling gently in a way that was so not him that it made you feel weird. You could tell that he was trying to keep himself calm and composed even when all he wanted to do was to fuck you senselessly.

He pushed inside again, but let you take control of the pace this time. You slid down slowly, wincing slightly at the friction but it no longer hurt as much. Haechan was staring at you the entire time, unconsciously licking his lower lip when you slowly began to bounce on his lap.

“Kiss me,” he demanded and you did, sharing his breath and his moans, and tangling your hands in his hair. When he felt your body relaxing against him, he grabbed you by the waist and suddenly thrust forward, making you gasp and clenched your legs together.

“Fuck,” he moaned under his breath, hissing at how perfect you felt around him. “Noona, you can be mad at me as much as you want after this but for now let me just—” he groaned, furrowing his eyebrows at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you. “Just let me fuck you the way I want.”

And you found yourself thrown back to the bed with him thrusting into you deep and raw, faster and much more forceful than before. His nails were sinking into your skin from how hard he was holding you by your hips, keeping you still as he rocked his hips forward as hard and as fast as he liked. Expletives were falling from his lips between his low grunts and breathy moans and you couldn’t help but sob a little at how strong he was going. It felt painfully amazing, and you knew your body wasn’t making any sense, and it surprised you when your orgasm hit you like a wave, just a few seconds before he reached his. You honestly never thought that something so painful could also bring this much pleasure and you wanted to be mad at him but you couldn’t even find the energy to keep yourself up.

You fell down to the bed with Haechan toppling on top of you almost immediately, chest heaving fast as he tried to bring back some air into his lungs.

“Holy fucking hell,” he said, breathing heavily at the juncture of your neck. “That was so good. This is probably the first time I—”

“Haechannie.”

“Oh right, shit!” He immediately jumped away, giving you some space and gently placed his palm on the side of your face, checking your condition. “Are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere? Noona, I’m so sor—Yah!“

You pinched him by the nose, glowering at him with the little strength you have left and you didn’t let go even if he was tapping frantically against the back of your hand, asking for time-outs before you broke his bones.

Well, he said you could be mad at him all you want. It was time for him to face your wrath and it was not going to be pretty.

***

It wasn’t long until your name became a famous topic to discuss around the hallway too and it felt weird yet exciting at the same time, because it was true. You were dating Lee Haechan. And no matter how many times you had to convince yourself that it wasn’t solely your imagination, it still felt unreal.

Because Haechan was shining like the sun, and you couldn’t really shine as bright.

It suddenly felt like high school all over again when you’d once dated the Prom King, Jung Jaehyun, where people always talked behind your back, making comments about your face, or your body, or your attitude and how every aspect of your life did not fit the legendary high school prince that was Jung Jaehyun. It had gotten so much into your head that you had to break up with him, and hating yourself for over a year on how weak you’d become.

Dating Haechan was similar but different in the way he treated you. Jaehyun was too kind, not really saying anything back to anyone who said awful things about you and instead, just told you to not pay any mind about it. Haechan was much braver in saying the things that came to mind, so whenever he heard people talking trash about you, he would come up to them with words laced with venom. It was kind of childish, the way he got worked up rather easily, and even more childish when he continued to pout and fume about it even after a whole day had passed.

“Seriously, I said I’m fine,” you once said to him, entering his Hyundai after he opened the door for you.

“Well, I’m pissed off,” he said, unconsciously closing the door a bit too hard, making you flinch slightly. He walked to the other side of the car, sinking to his seat behind the wheel and exhaled loudly.

“Haechannie.”

“What?” His tone was still a bit harsh, but you knew he didn’t mean to shout at you.

“Thank you for defending me,” you softly said, reaching out for his hand. “But at this point, you’re gonna be mad with literally everyone and anger does not look pretty on you.”

“But aren’t you pissed, though? They literally have no business whatsoever to—”

“I know.” You squeezed his hand. “Look if it gets worse, we can always plan out something. There’s this perfect swamp I know outside of town.”

And Haechan couldn’t help but smile. Maybe he was right, that swamp thing could really be your thing. “You and your stupid swamp,” he muttered, shaking his head in amusement as he grabbed your face for a kiss. “Can we have sex at your place today?”

You sighed. It was always like this when it came to him.  “Sure, why not.”

Because certainly, you weren’t complaining.

***

[indecisive-behaviors]

Originally I was just going to add this as a reblog to my previous post about the parking lot scene in KK2 but it’s almost 2k words so now it’s getting it’s own post. Be forewarned- this is fucking long.

TW for discussion of PTSD, child abuse, neglect, injury, and death, in relation to topics surrounding the show, under the cut-

Obviously, Cobra Kai is a show based around the premise of “what happened to that Lawrence kid after he got kicked in the face?”, which is honestly a pretty cool idea for a show. Johnny’s story is never explained past sitting on the sidewalk with his head in his hands at the tournament, and there are no real context clue’s to figure out what may or may not have happened.

In the show we get to learn early on that Johnny’s life spiraled after the tournament, going from bad to worse to “holy shit how are you still alive”-dropping out/never going to college, working jobs he seems to hate, becoming an alcoholic, presumably many dead end relationships, and not being there for his kid. And yeah, obviously, this would be a hard pill to swallow for anyone watching the show if Johnny had just lost the tournament. If we never got the scene in KK2, he would have just been some kid who lost a tournament- we see at the end of the first movie that(through tears holy shit Billy) that Johnny is the one who gives the trophy to Daniel with his famous line, “You’re alright, LaRusso.” There’s a level of grudging respect in that moment that isn’t lost on anyone who sees that movie- that Johnny, who throughout the movie only sees Daniel as some whimpy kid, gets proven wrong and respects that. If we didn’t have that scene, there’s reason to believe Johnny would have apologized, tried to make amends, Something, even if it was just being less of a dick at school.

But then, we get the parking lot. We get a far off shot, intended to distance you from the scene, framed over Daniel’s shoulder. This makes sense, Daniel is the main character, the protagonist, the underdog hero- why wouldn’t it be framed in his perspective? But the scene is about Johnny. We get the shouting match, the back and forth- “No, you’re the loser man.”- and again it’s fairly obvious how Johnny sees this situation. This is a man who we assume(and is later confirmed) to be a surrogate father figure, who set his friend up for failure, and then basically forced him to do the same by targeting an injured opponent, and forcing him to fight without honor. This same man presumably follows a teenager out to the parking lot, to harass him, to tell him he’s off the team, to tell him he’s a loser, that he’s nothing.

But at that point, Johnny knows the truth, even if subconsciously. At the end of the day Johnny knows that Daniel LaRusso was a worthy opponent, and that regardless of the cheating and manipulation, Daniel could have won anyway, and did win, despite of it.

And then Kreese grabs him, too fast to react to, Johnny too surprised even knowing that Kreese is the bad guy here, not believing that he would ever willingly hurt him- and Johnny isn’t strong enough to fight him off, none of the boys are, so Johnny is forced to suffocate for almost a full 30 seconds(which I double checked for the record- also as a reference, 30 seconds is about the average time it takes for a person voluntarily holding their breath to pass out- this does not account for the oxygen lost during a struggle, and the lack of preparation from both surprise and panic. The only silver lining here is the fact that Kreese was most likely compressing his windpipe, not his jugular, which would have made him pass out in about 5-10 seconds, and would have caused permanent brain damage or death in about 15).

Now, PTSD is a complex thing. I’m not a psychiatrist, and what small amount of information we have is all we have to work off of, but I feel fairly comfortable in saying Johnny mostly likely developed it after the incident. This not an uncommon take in the fandom as far as I’m aware either. But, if we assume this, we also have to assume that after the fact nothing would have been done about this. Not just in the sense that we still don’t really know everything that happened right after the tournament, but that in the early 80s, PTSD wasn’t really a thing yet.

Sure it was absolutely a condition that existed, but Post Traumatic Stress Disorder wasn’t even added to the DSM-III until 1980- and for a long time afterward, was only seen as a condition that affected primarily war vets. Even after an event as traumatic as having a man you considered a father trying to kill you, in public, without remorse, would not have been seen as something to warrant the diagnoses, let alone treatment.

Johnny Lawrence was 17 when Kreese tried to kill him, and this boy would have been offered no resources beyond filing charges with the police. And as we see in KK3, either this didn’t happen either, or someone(presumably Silver) got the charges dropped. So on top of almost being murdered, Johnny had to live with the fact that the man who did that to him was still out there, and to top it off, still ran a dojo at least for a few months after the event. The only relief he could have gotten is after Kreese faked his death.

And sure, Mr Miyagi may have gotten Kreese to let go eventually, but as several people have pointed out in comments and tags, left him and the other boys alone with Kreese still standing there in the parking lot and just... drove off. Kreese has already been established to be a psycho with no problem hurting children, a little bit of glass might not have prevented him from trying again.

So why did I talk about all of that? Because it all contributes to why Daniel LaRusso works as a credible antagonist in season 1 of Cobra Kai.

Think about this- Johnny blames losing everything on Daniel in season 1, but we specifically get a shot in KK1 and later KK2(”You’re alright, LaRusso” and “I did my best” come to mind) where he seems to be at least mostly accepting of the fact that he lost(with what was actually an illegal kick but that’s a rant for another time). So why does he blame him for everything 30 years later?

Because 30 years later, Johnny is forced to go outside, go to work, and pretend like he doesn’t see what feels like every street corner(including right outside his apartment mind you), a literal billboard sized reminder of what happened to him.

The rest of this is mostly speculation but it makes sense in my head so bear with me.

When we get introduced to Robby, it’s made pretty clear that Johnny has not been in his life for a bit. In season 2 we get Johnny’s heart to heart with Miguel, where he divulges that he missed the birth, because he spiraled after his mom’s death. This however doesn’t suggest that he stayed gone, especially knowing that it wasn’t long enough for Robby to not consider seeking out his dad. Because tacked up to the fridge, is a picture of Robby in his soccer uniform as a kid. It’s an early detail you can see in previous episodes, and says a lot about how Robby grew up. To be fair, this could have been given to him by Shannon, and not taken himself, but it’s the sport Robby’s playing that makes me question this. KK1 dedicates an entire scene to Johnny being on the soccer team in high school. Soccer, while maybe not as important to him as karate, is still part of his character. Robby does not know karate in season 1, Johnny obviously didn’t share it with him, but that doesn’t mean Johnny didn’t share anything with him.

So Johnny’s back in his kids life, maybe doing better for himself, maybe cutting back on the drinking. LaRusso Auto is already established to exist at this point but it’s in Encino, a place Johnny has no reason to go to, and probably doesn’t want to. He’s trying again and things are okay. But Robby knows enough about Daniel to know that going to him will piss off his dad. So Johnny had to have talked about him at some point. The billboards here are what’s important- they’re in the first episode, the first scene montage, Johnny draws a dick on one of them as some petty revenge.

The first billboard goes up in the late 2000s to mid 2010s. Johnny sees it, maybe he has Robby with him at the time, maybe he goes home and says something there, but he says something in a way that sticks with even a child as being important. More billboards go up. Dealerships starting popping up more and more. Daniel’s face, and by extension, the memories, the flashbacks, become inescapable. Johnny, for a third time, spirals again. Before he even knows what’s happening, he’s lost his relationship with his son. And it’s all Daniel’s fault. Of course Daniel doesn’t do it deliberately, but the constant reminders are enough to send him back into a tailspin and Johnny blames him for it.

Because it’s Daniel who is a constant reminder of his failures- it’s Daniel who caused him to lose the tournament and almost get killed, Daniel who put up the billboards that trigger his flashbacks, it’s always Daniel Daniel Daniel.

And then Johnny gets it in his head that he wants to be better. He opens a dojo, teaches Miguel and the other kids, wants to try again- and he almost succeeds.

Johnny up to this point has not deliberately antagonized Daniel in any way. Sure he named the dojo Cobra Kai, but Cobra Kai is all he knows. Besides Johnny doesn’t blame karate for his failures, his best memories are Cobra Kai and he’s trying to be better than Kreese. So what’s the harm in this really? His building is in Reseda, there’s no reason for Daniel to ever be there, he doesn’t do it out of spite, it’s because he lives there and rent is cheap. He doesn’t know about KK3, doesn’t know about Daniel’s own trauma. This isn’t an attack. Johnny sincerely just doesn’t know.

Enter Daniel, stage left. Daniel makes no attempt to talk to him- he simply makes demands and accusations, before he starts making active attempts to put him out of business.

Sure, we as the audience know Daniel has good reasons to not want Cobra Kai back. But Johnny doesn’t. All Johnny knows is that the kid he picked on in high school- who won, who got everything Johnny wanted, who grew up to be successful, has a wonderful wife, two kids who love him, a thriving business- is doing everything he can to make his life hell 30 years after the fact.

And this could only have happened because in 1986 John G. Avildsen decided to add in a scene meant for the original movie into the sequel, for absolutely no fucking reason.