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redroses07 · 10 months ago

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Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is best friends with Johnnie and is avoiding telling him her feelings, but it's Tara's 1mil celebration party and she seems to be having some newfound confidence.

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, slightly suggestive, drinking, use of y/n (i tried to avoid i’m sorry)

A/N: Hey guys, this is my first time writing for Johnnie and tbh I'm really proud of it! It took me a few days to finish and I really hope you guys like it. As always requests are open if you wanna see more of this type of stuff. Love y'all sm!! ♡⋆˙

You were at your house getting ready for your roommate Tara's party. She was throwing a party to celebrate reaching 1 million on her Youtube channel, and almost everyone you knew was attending.

Reaching 1 million was an amazing milestone for her and you were so incredibly proud. You were also a content creator with a solid following, but nothing close to what she had accomplished.

You were finished with your hair and makeup and now just had to decide what to wear. You were torn between a silky black slip, or a sparkly gold mini dress.

"Tara come in here I can't decide what to wear!" You shouted down the hall.

Tara comes rushing out of her room, always prepared to give the best fashion advice. She was already dressed but her makeup was noticeably incomplete, only sporting her signature winged eyeliner on one eye.

"Okay, show me the options." Tara exclaimed, clearly filled with excitement.

You went into your closet and emerged holding the two dresses.

"I feel like the black fits better, but it's kinda basic."

Tara looks between the two and smirks.

"Well which one do you think Johnnie would like better?"

Your jaw fell open, clearly embarrassed by her words.

Johnnie was one of your best friends, and Tara's too. You two spent an awful lot of time together, especially recently since you had begun filming together much more frequently. You will admit, you two had chemistry, and your friends and fans alike picked up on it.

You couldn't deny the not so little crush you had on him, but no way you were ever gonna admit that. It took you forever to admit it to even Tara, you would be mortified if Johnnie ever found out. Although that didn't stop Tara from pressuring you almost every day to confess. It was according to her "obvious he felt the same", but you refused to take the risk and find out.

"What! I'm just being real." Tara said, eyeing your nervous expression.

You shook your head, giving her an annoyed glance.

"I say gold. We can be like opposites cause I'm wearing silver." Tara pointed to her dress.

You smiled, throwing the black dress to the side.

"See I can always count on you to make my decisions for me."

Tara laughed and sped out of the room to finish her makeup.

You proceeded to finish getting dressed, and while you did you thought about what Tara had said.

Maybe it was time for you to finally stop avoiding things and fess up, at least you would know the truth. The only drawback was losing your best friend. If Johnnie didn't feel the same then that would surely make your friendship awkward.

Curiosity was beginning to get the better of you, and maybe tonight would be the night you would find out the truth.

You could've said speak of the devil, because right at that moment Tara popped her head into your room to tell you that Jake and Johnnie had arrived.

"I hope you're ready, Jake said they brought a ton of stuff and need help carrying it all inside." Tara said with a sigh.

Her makeup was now complete, eyeliner perfectly symmetrical on both sides and glitter eye shadow completing the look.

"Yeah hold up I'm coming." You replied, jumping up from your seat and sliding your feet into your black platforms.

As you headed out the door and towards the car, you couldn't help but contain your excitement to see Johnnie. This recent rush of confidence has made you more eager and energetic than normal.

When you reached the car the first thing you saw was Jake piling boxes into his arms, and Johnnie very loudly complaining about how much shit he brought.

"What the hell...how much did you guys bring?" Tara asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Uhhhh, lots of food, and lots of alcohol," Jake began.

"Let's just say I'm gonna get fucked up tonight."

Tara rolled her eyes, and reached into the trunk to grab more boxes.

You rounded the corner and crept up behind Johnnie.

"Boo!" You said, causing him to jump and drop the box he was currently holding.

"Y/N!" Johnnie exclaimed the moment he saw you, completely forgetting about the box he had dropped.

"Johnnie, that could've been breakable." Jake huffed half jokingly.

Johnnie replied by flipping him off as he ran in to give you a hug. He wrapped his arms around you tightly as if he hadn't seen you in forever, when in reality it had only been about two days.

You breathed in the musky scent of his cologne as the hug lasted a bit longer than it should.

You broke apart and took a long look at your best friend. He was wearing a low cut black dress shirt that showed off several tattoos on his chest. He matched it with black jeans, a silver belt, and several chains hanging from his waist.

“You look pretty” Johnnie gave you a sheepish smile.

"Aww thank you!" Him complimenting you like this wasn't unusual for your friendship, but that didn't stop your heart from skipping every time.

Jake walked behind Johnnie slapping him on the back of the head as he did. "What the fuck Jake." Johnnie snapped, rubbing the back of his head.

"You know what." Jake responded without hesitation, giving Johnnie a telling look.

You wondered what Jake could possibly mean by that, maybe there was something Johnnie wasn't telling you. Although it wasn't unlike the two of them to share an inside joke that was impossible for you to understand.

"Let's get back to work." You laughed pointing at the trunk.

Johnnie nodded, pushed his bangs out his eyes, and brushed your shoulder lightly while reaching into the trunk.

You, Johnnie, Jake, and Tara spent the next hour or two setting up for the party, the sun slowly disappearing as you came closer to being complete.

Just as the night arrived, so did many of your guests. People began pouring in in small, or large, groups. Tara waited at the door, greeting everyone upon arrival like the amazing host she was.

Unfortunately, without Tara, you could be pretty awkward at parties. You and Johnnie had that in common, which is why you found yourself hanging out in the corner with him.

Obviously you didn't mind, you loved hanging out with him after all. The two of you spent the early hours of the night attached at the hip, ignoring the busy sections of the party, and sipping on your drinks while making small talk with your friends.

You were on the way to refill your cup with water, fearing that you had had one too many when a clearly tipsy Tara grabbed your arm.

"Y/N! I've been looking for you all over! I need to get a clip of you to add in my video before I forget."

You happily obliged, excited that you were finally got to spend some time with your best friend.

She led you into the living room, a camera following the two of you.

"Come on, dance with me!" Tara said excitedly, throwing her hands up in the air.

You giggled, and joined her moving to the beat of the music. Tara only needed a few shots of the two of you for her video but she spent much longer dancing with you.

You hadn't realized how much time had passed until, a few more drinks and many songs later, your feet began to ache.

"Hey Tara, keep on having fun, I'm gonna go find Johnnie and then relax for a bit." Tara gave you a hug, just in case she didn't see you again that night, and then ran off to join a few of her friends.

It took you a few minutes of aimlessly searching to find Johnnie. When you did find him, you saw he was talking to Sam and Colby while sitting on your couch that had been pushed to the back of the living room.

You plopped down next to Johnnie, carelessly resting your pounding head on his shoulder.

"Hey look at who's back." Johnnie announced, looking over at you.

You smiled, nuzzling your nose into his neck. It must be all the alcohol mixed with the excitement giving you this newfound confidence.

You sat there for a moment, letting Johnnie finish his conversation.

While you waited you thought over the same situation from earlier, and suddenly the drawbacks to confessing your feelings didn't seem so bad.

Whether Johnnie felt the same or not he would always love you regardless, whether that love be platonic or romantic.

Sam and Colby walked off, marking the end of the conversation. Johnnie turned to you, and you picked your head up from its position on his shoulder.

"I think it would be best if we both got out of here." Johnnie got up, reaching his hands out to help you up.

You took his hands and allowed him to lead the both of you away from the chaos.

You followed Johnnie down the hall until he entered your room and shut the door behind the two of you.

You took a deep breath, it was nice to be in a calm space and away from the loud party. Although you could still hear the base pumping it was easier to ignore.

"This is much better." Johnnie collapsed onto your bed.

"Hmm, my room is a real creative way to get some alone time with me." You smirked sarcastically.

Johnnie's mouth fell open, his face turning red.

"Okay dirty minded." He retorted, fidgeting with his hands.

"As if you aren't" You snapped back playfully, plopping onto your bed.

Johnnie shoved you playfully, causing you to fall back into your pillows.

The pair of you exploded into a fit of laughter. The concerning amount of mixed drinks you had both had made the ordeal much more hilarious than it really was.

After several moments a silence fell over the two of you. You were laid back on your bed, Johnnie's body only inches from yours.

You may have been slightly drunk, but you were sober enough to remember your feelings.

You turned to face Johnnie, finding yourself face to face with his icy blue eyes.

Johnnie smiled at you, that signature, warm smile of his that you loved. The sincere, loving smile that he seemed to only ever use with you.

Johnnie reached out and brushed your messy hair out of your face.

"There, now I can see all of your pretty face."

Your heart stopped, suddenly all your nerves had returned. You were scared, scared of losing this, and of losing him.

You weren't going to let this stop you though. You had spent too long avoiding this, and today you would finally confess.

"Hey Johnnie,"

"Mhm"

"I have something important to you about." Your voice was shaky, and you were convinced he noticed.

You could see his eyes fill with concern, maybe you should have used less ominous wording.

"I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time, and PROMISE ME you won't make fun of me."

"Are you serious? After how long we've known each other what could I possibly make fun of you for?"

You turned away shyly, he did have a point.

"Okay, well this is different."

"Well then I have to know, spill it." Johnnie said as he nudged your shoulder.

You blushed, avoiding eye contact in order to hide how flustered you were.

"I love you Johnnie, not like a best friend, like in love." You spat out, still refusing to make eye contact. God you sounded like a stupid high school kid.

"Hey..." Johnnie whispered.

He cupped your cheek and forced you to look him in the eye. Goosebumps formed on your skin where his skin met yours.

"I'm in love with you too, and I have been for a long time.

Your heart felt like it was going to stop, especially since he was now so close his nose was brushing against yours.

You closed your eyes before taking the leap and closing the gap between the two of you. His lips were softer than you expected, and you hoped he didn't notice how dry yours were.

Johnnie pulled you closer to him, and you re-situated yourself on top of him.

You leaned down to kiss him again, but he stopped you abruptly.

"Shit!"

You looked at him concerned, wondering if you had done something wrong.

"I owe Jake money now!"

You began to laugh as your face landed in your hands.

"You two had a bet...about me?"

Johnnie giggled nervously, still underneath you.

"I'll explain later." He said, his eyes staring intently at your lips.

He pulled you down into another kiss, this one much more passionate than the last. You felt his hands run down your sides, grabbing longingly at your hips. You pushed your tongue into the roof of his mouth, causing him to grip your hair.

You let out a soft moan, which was followed by Johnnie flipping you over so that he could be on top.

Your lips not breaking apart once during the swift motion.

You continued to kiss him, your hands tugging at his shirt in an attempt to bring him even closer.

He began kissing your neck softly, as he reached behind you to fiddle with the zipper on your dress.

Just as things were heating up you heard the door swing open followed by an extremely loud voice.

"You better pay the fuck up bitch!!" Jake shouted cause the both of you to nearly jump out of your skin.

The two of you scrambled to sit up, adjusting your clothes as you did.

"What the fuck Jake!" You shouted, re-zipping your dress.

"Oh don't you start with me missy,"

"Tara come here I was right, look at them!"

You groaned, letting your head fall into Johnnie's chest.

"There, there." Johnnie patted your head sarcastically.

"Well, I hope you're okay with the whole world knowing." You say grumpily.

"Are you kidding, the whole world better know that I'm in love with you!"

You smiled, and kissed Johnnie on the cheek. If only you had done this sooner.

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hearts4golbach · 1 year ago

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The Night Shift.

chapter 3.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

The party was at 5, so I made sure to wake up at 3 to get ready. I dug through my closet, romaging around the very bottom drawer where I put the shit I don't wear anymore. I eventually found the dress I wore to homecoming my senior year. To say it was slutty would be an understatement. I was against wearing it at first, but why not go into the new year with a bang. Ew, I hate that. 'with a bang.' whatever. I slipped on the dress and it fit better than it used to.

I did my usual makeup, just adding eyeliner and darker lipstick to match the dress. I pulled out my phone and texted johnnie.

y/n: ready when you are

johnnie: alr, me and Jake should be on our way soon I think, idk

y/n: lol ok just lmk when you're here

johnnie: ofc :))

I slipped on the beat up converse I've been wearing since middle school and waited in the living room for them to get here. I was a little nervous for the party.

my phone dinged.

johnnie: herrrreeeeee

I read his message and ran out the front door.

Who I assumed was Jake sat in the front seat, while Johnnie leaned against the car facing me. "hey." I smiled.

his eyes grazed over my whole body. "you look really good."

"thank you." I smiled, tilting my head down towards him. he was wearing a pair of ripped, black skinny jeans with a white button up that he didn't tuck in. Something clicked in me, maybe because he was wearing something other than pajama pants, but I shoved that feeling down.

he smiled sweetly and opened the backdoor for me. I hopped in and was quickly followed by johnnie. "Damn, Johnnie, leaving me to sit in the back of my car with a pretty girl."

"shut the fuck up, fuck face." he rolled his eyes.

"sorry, we've never really met. I'm jake." He reached over the seat and stuck out his hand.

I shook it. "I'm y/n. it's really great to meet you. Johnnie has talked about you."

"yeah, talked shit." Johnnie joked.

"Johnnie has talked about you too." Jake replied nonchalantly. Johnnie's gaze quickly met Jake's. He gave him the death stare before returning to his phone.

"you've never been to a party?" Jake asked me, beginning to drive off of my street.

"yeah, my parents kind of kept me locked in a cage my whole life." I looked out the window, watching as snow began to fall to the ground. The bright white snow contrasted against the dark sky, making it extremely visible.

"you're going to have the night of your life." Jake said with a southern accent.

I turned to look at johnnie, who was still on his phone. I admired the way his dark makeup contrasted against his pale skin. ill admit, he was just as gorgeous as the snow. I smiled slightly to myself before responding to Jake, mimicking his accent. "Let's hope so, little missy."

johnnie looked up at me with a goofy smile on his face. he had a certain look in his eye that I couldn't quite read. my stomach errupted with butterflies. I was usually able to read anyone, it didn't matter if I knew them or not. Johnnie was different, and it was confusing.

Jake had turned up the radio and I looked back out the window, racking my brain for what that look was for. was it because I was being funny? was I getting along with Jake more than he liked? was he happy I was getting along with jake? I came up with every possible answer, but none made sense. whether positive or negative, why would he look at me like that?

we eventually arrived at the party, parking down the street from the house. "I'm going straight for the drinks." I commented. "I will never be the one to turn down free alcohol."

"I second that." Jake said, sticking up his pointer finger and pursing his lips.

loud music radiated from the house. it was still decorated for Christmas. lights were strung all over the house while the roof held a porcelain Santa and reindeer.

I grabbed Johnnie's arm. "Look! no one told me Santa was still in town!" I made a shocked face.

he began to jump up and down. "oh my god, Santa! Jake, it's my dad!" he said in a childlike voice.

"you're finally reunited!" Jake patted his back, making two rough slapping sounds.

we waited on the doorstep while Jake was talking to someone out on the yard. "it's nice seeing you not so stressed because of your job."

"I guess I do seem pretty stressed." I admitted. "but I do love my job."

"still, I've never seen you in something other than jeans and a t-shirt with an apron." he smiled.

"well, I've never seen you in anything other than pajama pants. you look very-" I paused, thinking of a not so obvious word to describe him. "good. sorry, I'm not the best with compliments."

"it's the thought that counts." he playfully nudged me.

"A for effort, I guess." I rolled my eyes at him.

"those shoes look like they've been through hell and back." he looked down before making eye contact with me again.

"I mean, technically they were. I wore them in middle school." I kicked a rock out from under my foot.

"I dropped out in middle school." he snickered as Jake walked up to us.

"Sorry, guys. the ladies love me."

"I'm sure they do, jake." I replied sarcastically.

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 10 months ago

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I love your writing sm <33. I was wondering if you do greasers gang with androgynous s/o? (Kinda like angel from everyone hates Chris) If you don't like the idea, feel free to ignore this 🫶🏽

I get what you mean! I’m non binary and pretty androgynous most of the time/switching from masc to fem and thank you so much for the compliment and yeah I love this idea!!

The Gang x Androgynous!GN! S/O!!!

Ponyboy Curtis

-he thought you were super interesting

-he loved your androgynous look

-he thought is was super cool that you could do all sorts of things

-masc and fem, fem, masc, or neither

-he also gets being made fun of for being different

-but the thinks you’re way too good for him and too cool to talk to him

-but one day you guys get assigned to do a class project together

-and actually get along pretty well and become good friends

-he’s one of the few greasers that wouldn’t need to be in a modern au to respect your identity and pronouns

-he ends up eventually asking you out

-he’s super supportive of you and always tries to learn more about you

Johnny Cade

-you rocked his world when he saw you

-he thought you and your style was pretty unique and tuff

-he immediately couldn’t tell what your gender was, which intrigued him

-you mastered both so well

-you seemed too superior, too good for gender (relatable 😏😎 jk mostly)

-but he’s too scared to actually go up and talk to you

-until one day you’re being made fun of by some other grease gang

-and he stands up for you, and you’re pretty grateful

-and you both start talking

-eventually you end up dating

-he’s supportive and even gives into the more androgynous look himself

-like I think he might start wearing eyeliner or sum, trying to mix a bit of fem into his outfits

-ok i will say this every time but JOHNNY CADE IN EYELINER I NEED IT IN MY LIFE

-I think he’s the most androgynous greaser himself in general

Sodapop Curtis

-he loves your style

-it’s so cool and he wishes he could be more like that

-but he’s too scared about what others will think

-and he really admires you

-he’s surprised when he finds his eyes trailing off you whenever you leave the DX after buying something

-pretty soon after talking about you to Steve he realizes he likes you

-so he gets to know you and asks questions about your style

-he LOVES how you can be neither masc nor fem, or both

-you can switch in the blink of an eye

-it keeps him on his toes

-pretty soon you end up dating

-soooo cute together yall are always showering eachother in praise and compliments

Darry Curtis

-he’s a traditional guy

-so seeing you

-rocks his world a bit

-I mean he can’t tell if you’re a broad or guy

-and that is fascinating to him. And terrifying

-he’s a little wary of you at first

-but eventually grows to really admire you

-and after some encouragement from pony and soda he finally starts up a conversation

-pretty soon you two start dating and are really good for eachother

-pony and soda love you

Dallas Winston

-he probably went up to you

-made some rude ass transphobic joke

-and it took him by surprise when you kicked him hard in the nuts

-he kinda respected after that

-he sort of expected you to be weak because of how you dressed

-he actually started being friends with you

-and protecting you from bullies

-eventually he asks you out and for once in his life he’s nervous

-you grin and say yes

-you guys are such a surprising couple everyone sees you and is like

how tf did that happen

Two Bit Mathews

-he actually loves your style

-he makes jokes about it because

-it’s two bit

-what do you expect

-but they come across as actual questions too 💀😭

-“So what gender did you decide on today?”

-“If I were you I’d be panicked over what restroom to use…”

-“So do I need to call you a bastard or bitch?”

-but he’s so silly

-at first you’re offended by some of his jokes but then you realize he’s not genuinely transphobic it’s his nature

-and you start roasting him back

-when you start dating you guys are such soulmates

-everyone ships you two and the banter you have in class if fuckin COMICAL

Steve Randle

-he’s surprised to say the least

-he’s used to heavy gender stereotypes

-so whenever you walk into his life

-showing up looking like a doll one day

-a mafia boss on the other

-it trips him up

-it’s kind of confusing for him at first and he may act sort of cold and unsure towards you

-but after a while he gets used to it

-and actually tried getting to know you instead of judging how you look

-and you’re actually a super cool person and it makes him appreciate your identity and style so much more

-soon he realizes he feels a bit more than friendly for you

-and asks you out

-he’s really protective and anyone who says shit about your style can find their tires slashed the next day 😊

#urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #dallas winston #two bit mathews #steve randle

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year ago

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Rovickie sounds a lot like 'Go, Vickie' and I will be chanting that when they become endgame. When Robin and Vickie share a celebratory kiss, I imagine Steve starts to chant 'go Vickie' and then Eddie joins in with a dance routine to match. Vickie starts giggling.

"Oh god," Robin said with an embarrassing grin. "Please stop."

"They're so funny," Vickie laughed.

"Don't encourage them, Vickie," Robin said as she tried to shield her eyes.

"You guys are very cute. How long have you two been dating?" Vickie asked, dodging Robin's hands.

"They're not dating," Robin scoffed. "They're just idiots."

"Yeah, we're not - ," Steve started to say.

"Definitely not," Eddie snorted.

"Hey, what do you mean by that? I'm a great catch," Steve said.

"Do you want to go out with me?" Eddie asked with a scoff.

"I would love to. Saturday, 7 o'clock. My house. I like sunflowers," Steve said and kissed his cheek. "Don't be late. Also, I like romantic comedies. They make good make-out movies. Oh, it looks like Dustin needs help with something. See you later, Alligator!"

"Okay, so, now they're idiots and they're dating," Robin replied.

"Robin! The government took my trailer with all my stuff, and I have nothing to wear!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Well, sometimes he puts out on the first date so wearing nothing might work," Robin said.

"I can't believe you know that," Vickie said.

"Well, his face has said it all, he can't keep it from me," Robin shrugged.

"This is not helping me!" Eddie shrieked.

"Well, my cousin Johnny might have something you might like," Robin said. "He's always leaving his shit at my place."

SATURDAY. . . At Robin's. . .

Vickie was laying across the bed, flipping through a magazine while Robin lay next to her as they swung their bare feet. Every once in a while, their legs would brush up against each other's. Eddie stormed into the room.

"What. The. Hell?" Eddie asked, holding up a shirt. "Is your cousin a punk?"

"Yeah, isn't that what you are?" Robin asked.

Eddie shrieked and Vickie giggled.

"I think he's going to explode," she said.

"I don't know what you're yelling about. That was Steve’s favorite shirt to wear when he would hook up with Johnny," Robin said and leaned in to whisper to her. "He thinks I didn't know but I knew."

Eddie hollered and ripped the shirt, throwing it onto the floor.

"Go Eddie, go Eddie," Vickie cheered.

"That is a very bad shirt," Eddie said and collapsed next to the bed. "I want to look pretty for him."

"Wouldn't members of your band have something for you to wear?" Robin asked.

"You genius!" Eddie exclaimed kissing her forehead.

"Man kisses!" Robin shrieked.

"I'll get that for you, baby," Vickie said and kissed her forehead. "Muah!"

"Oh, I'm safe now," Robin giggled. "But I think I'm going to need one for my lips."

Vickie laughed. She pinned her to the bed, climbed on top of her, and kissed her deeply.

"That's my que to leave!" Eddie exclaimed and started to leave. "I no longer have to borrow from Dustin!"

"Thank God!" Robin exclaimed, breaking the kiss. "You look fucking ridiculous in those shorts!"

7PM . . . Steve’s . . .

Eddie tugged at Jeff's Iron Maiden shirt and his black pants. He was thankful that he still had his vest which he was currently wearing over said shirt. His hair was in a messy bun, his eyeliner smudged. He gripped the potted sunflower and knocked on the door. Steve opened it and greeted Eddie with a kiss on the cheek.

"You look beautiful," Steve said.

"This is for you," Eddie said, blushing.

"Thanks, come on in," Steve said and took the sunflower. "I made us dinner."

"Goddamn, it smells good in here," Eddie said when they walked into the kitchen. "You cook?"

"It's kind of one of my hobbies," Steve blushed.

"It's my favorite. . .just like Garfield! Mmm, lasagna!" Eddie giggled and paused. "I have to ask you a serious question. Am I a punk or a metalhead?"

"Metalhead, duh, easy question," Steve said.

Eddie grabbed his face and kissed him deeply.

"You're so hot," Eddie said. "Not that I have anything against punks. I actually hooked up with one once. You know, I think his name might have been Johnny too."

"Wait. . .did Robin tell you about Johnny?" Steve asked and Eddie nodded. "She knew! Of course, she did. . .wait, Eddie, did we hook up with the same guy?"

"Shit! I think we did," Eddie laughed. "Damn. Go Johnny! He hooked up with the two hottest dudes in Hawkins."

"Go Johnny! Go Johnny!" Steve exclaimed and started to dance with Eddie in the kitchen.

"Go, go Steve! Go Eddie! Go, Robin! Go Vickie!"

"Go Vickie! Go Vickie! Go Vickie! Go, go go Vickie!"

"Oh my God, we're fucking dorks," Steve said fondly.

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rassberrylips · 6 days ago

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Hi can you pretty please do the matchmaking outsiders thing for me? 💕

I'd say I'm pretty shy. I don't dislike meeting people, it's just hard for me to come out for my shell. I consider myself a very loving person. I try my hardest not to judge people because you never know what people are going through and at the end of the day, we're all people. I can be really emotional sometimes though. I have a tendency to talk way to much around people I'm comfortable with. I don't have many close friends.

My hobbies include reading, baking, writing, and doing my nails. I read a lot and write in my books. I also journal because I'm trying to find more healthy ways to cope with my emotions (I'm 1 and 10 months clean from SH 🥳).

I'm not sure how to describe my style. I mainly where jeans and tight-fitting tank tops. I have and wear lots of jewelry. I mainly wear sliver hoop earrings. The necklace I wear the most is this pretty big evil eye sun one. I have my nose pierced (nostril). I mainly wear dark colors like black, navy blue, and red. I thrift most of my clothes. I normally were my mary jane shoes or my white converse with hearts, but i also have knee high black boots. I'm 5'3. I have shoulder length, dirty blonde hair. I put eyeliner in my water lines.

I don't know what else to say 😭. I listen to lots of different kinds of music. I like rock, metal, pop, and indie, mainly. I love Chappell Roan, My Chemical Romance, TV Girl, Deftones, and Ghost. I love my dog more than anything and talk about her a lot.

I think that's all. Thank you so much for reading all that and thank you in advance for matching me if you do 💕💕 have an amazing day!

your match is ... johnny cade !

♡ you guys met at the drive-in

♡ ponyboy dragged him to see some movie that was "significant and meaningful"

♡ once they snuck in they went right into the snack stand and got some popcorn, candy, and a few sodas

♡ while waiting in line he saw you laughing with your friend while mixing soda flavors

♡ he didn't really think much of you just that you were another pretty girl he was too nervous to talk too

♡ when him and ponyboy finally made it out of the snack stand and to the seating area he saw two open seats behind you and your friend

♡ johnny figured that if he wasn't going to talk to you then he might as well stare at you

♡ a few minutes into the credits you could feel someone's eyes on you so you turned around and made eye contact with johnny

♡ you got embarrassed and turned away feeling warmth from your neck up to your cheeks

♡ something about the way you were so shy made him feel more confident, made him feel like he didn't have to worry about seeming to shy

♡ so he spoke to you

♡ him johnny cade actually spoke to a girl he thought was pretty he even touched you !

♡ you felt a tap on your shoulder and a "hey"

♡ you turned with pink cheeks and nervous eyes "yes?"

♡ "can i come down there and sit with you?" "uh ... sure"

♡ johnny climbed over the row of chairs separating you as coolly as he could but got a little stuck which seemed to make you laugh and loosen up a bit

♡ "im johnny" you smiled and tucked a blonde strand of hair behind you ear "y/n"

♡ y/n he thought and gave you a grin

♡ you didn't talk much during the movie as his confidence was slowly disintegrating as you smiled at him

♡ throughout the movie you would take turns looking at each other then looking away

♡ after the movie was over you decided you'd worked up enough courage to ask him out

♡ "hey could i get ur number and call you sometime" "y-yeah sure"

a/n: hop you enjoyed 💋 also congratulations on being clean for over a year! i know how hard it is to stay clean and heal, you did and are doing an amazing job xoxo ruby

#this is a girlblog #matchmaking #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders x you #the outsiders x y/n #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade x y/n #johnny cade x you

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h7p3r4ct1v3-h0rn3t2 · 3 months ago

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✏️ (favorite creative endeavors?), 🎮 (hobbies?), 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 (relationship with their family?), 🎵 (favorite genre of music?), and 🪦 (thoughts on death?) for johnny mcfly

YAAAY ! YAAAAAAY !!!!

So first of all. I've talked about my Johnny Mcfly Dyspraxia Headcanon on here. so I would think he's not really into more Traditional modes of creation like drawing or music because he just . doesnt really have the coordination for that kind of thing. However! Although it's difficult to see because he's. translucent. for ghost reasons. he does seem to Have a lot of makeup on (or at the very least. eyeliner) when he gets summoned , which leads me to believe that either A. the eye makeup is supposed to Be Something in the same way the apparent neck scarring is . or B. Johnny Mcfly likes wearing makeup enough that he died wearing eyeliner. And since im not a smart fella and cannot figure out what the Something in possibility A is . i would like to believe that makeup is a form of creative expression that he enjoys. (although. to be fair. i dont see him being conventionally 'Good' at that either considering . But . [shrugs])

Hobbies. As someone with very few hobbies, I had to look up a list of hobbies that people can have and figure out which ones seemed in character. I have come to the conclusion that Johnny Mcfly is probably not mentally healthy enough to have many consistent hobbies, unforchies. Kind of strikes me as a bit of a rotpilled rotcel. not, like, literal corpse rotting, although i guess that too. However if i had to come up with something he does when he is Not rotting. idk i found thrifting on one of the lists and maybe that. I can see him having a good time at a thrift store

Relationship with family . So this is one we actually have some basis for. It is established that Johnny's parents told everybody that he died in a car accident rather than what is heavily implied to have actually happened. cough cough he killed himself. and i doubt they would do that for no reason. It is worth noting! That in many forms of christianity, suicide is considered a sin. It is also worth noting that according to the 2020 census, 63% of MA was christian and I would assume that number was at least a little bit larger Right After 9/11. Yeah I'm bringing up 9/11 in another johnnypost sue me . anyway I don't actually really remember why i went on this rant because my computer crashed twice during this paragraph. um. I think his relationship with his parents Probably Wasn't Great. I might even go as far as to say that his poor relationship with his parents was a contributing factor to the Whole Killing Himself Thing probably.

Genre of Music... this one's #easy. Johnny Mcfly is sort of . pseudo emo to me. Not fully committed to the Subculture but i'm sure if you went going through his, like, mp3 player or something. you'd probably find like. sunny day real estate. Furthermore I also think he'd be into mcr if they had existed for more than like a year when he died.

Thoughts On Death. So this is where i get to say that I think, hot take, he was lying when he said he was in heaven. He says it with a level of uncertainty that makes me think he was being Hashtag Dishonest! And I think his Current thoughts on death probably depend on what Probably Hell But Possibly Some Other Afterlife Like Purgatory Or Https://www.hollywoodeasttv.com Or Something is like. Before killing himself, though, i would think he considered death either Something desirable due to the circumstances of the world Or something undesirable but deserved due to the circumstances of the self. Or maybe both in one of those weird fluctuating self-image cycles you get into when you're a mentally ill adolescent without an entirely stable sense of self. Probably the latter.

In conclusion thank you for asking me about johnny mcfly . smiles grinnishly.

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(Cross posted on Wattpad and AO3) ~My lips, your lips, apocalypse~

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"I wish I could show my mom what I did to those boards, but if she knew where I was right now, she would kill me." Miguel said as he pulled on his socks.

Johnny was only half listening as he groaned at the overdue bill clutched in his hand. "What's wrong with you?" Trixie asked, noticing his aggravated expression.

"Nothing." He replied. "Put your costumes on, I'm driving you both to that dance. We're gonna pick up more students." He instructed.

Miguel pulled his handmade costume out of his bag and started putting it on. He looked like a confused ghost. "What the hell is that?" Johnny asked.

"It's my Halloween costume. My yaya made it. It started off as Deadpool. Then I think it was Spider-Man, and then it just became some generic superhero." Miguel replied, pulling the rest of the costume on.

"Yeah, a poor one at that. You're Poor-Man." Johnny stated, chuckling at his own joke and Trixie stifled a laugh. "We'll I can't let you go out like that. We have a reputation to uphold." Johnny said.

"What do you suggest?" Miguel asked. Johnny thought for a second before a grin spread across his face.

"While you get your costume I'm going to go change." Trixie stated before walking off to the bathroom. While she changed, Johnny ran off to the store to grab some face paint and a skeleton costume.

Trixie changed into a long, layered red gown with a V-neckline. Delicate red mesh covered her shoulders and upper chest, adding a gothic yet elegant touch. She tucked in her silver chain and clasped a red choker around her neck.

She changed her shoes from sandals to simple black flats. Trixie sighed as she looked in the mirror. Hopefully the sleeves could cover her arms well enough. Hopefully… Trixie tied her two toned hair up, putting it into a messy bun (Look I KNOW WHAT THE HAIRSTYLE MEANS DON'T COME FOR ME) before doing a subtle smokey eye and a bit of eyeliner around her eye.

‘Maybe if I didn’t dye my hair it’d be more accurate.’ She thought before shrugging it off. ‘Oh well, it’s not like Yasmin or Moon will be wearing anything accurate.’ She applied a bit of lip gloss before opening the bathroom door. She smiled as she saw Miguel and waved. “Nice outfit.” Trixie smiled and Miguel widened his eyes before clearing his throat.

“You look great! I-I mean, you always look great-” Miguel was interrupted by Trixie’s laugh. She covered her mouth with closed eyes as she laughed at his sudden rambling.

“C’mon, we gotta go.” She said, taking Miguel’s hand into hers.

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Trixie and Miguel walked into the gymnasium, where the dance was being held. The sound of loud music and people chattering met their ears as they searched around, looking for their friends. Trixie's eyes landed on a wizard-looking guy and surgeon, causing her to instantly know who they are. She tugged on Miguel, getting his attention, before dragging him over to Eli and Demetri.

"Oh, skeleton. Classic. And… Beetlejuice? Very nice." Demetri complimented.

"Thanks. I like your sorcerer costume." Trixie replied with a smile.

Demetri looked at her like she had an extra head. "Sorcerer? Please. I'm a necromancer." Demetri scoffed. Trixie exchanged a confused look with Miguel.

"What?" Miguel asked, he and Trixie still confused.

"Didn't you see the amulet?" Demetri pointed to the necklace around his neck.

Still confused, Miguel turned to Eli. "So, are you a regular doctor or-"

"Plastic surgeon. I fix lips." Eli answered. Trixie pursed her lips, she knew how Eli felt about his face. She honestly didn’t think it was that bad but others… Thought differently.

Eli and Demetri went to get some punch before Miguel spoke up. “Hey, Yasmin’s staring at you like you’re crazy.” He poked Trixie and she turned to see Yasmin glaring at her.

“I think she’s upset. I basically ghosted her.” Trixie admitted. Miguel raised an eyebrow and Trixie continued. “I didn’t want her to get upset at me. Lord knows that she’d try to humiliate me if I actually went up to her and told her we’d stop being friends.”

“Well what’s stopping her from just doing that even when you ghost her?” Miguel asked and Trixie shrugged, rubbing her arm nervously.

“I just didn’t want her to think I was ditching her. I mean, I basically am but even if she’s a bad one she’s still my friend.” Trixie muttered and Miguel crossed his arms.

“Well, you deserve better.” Miguel said, placing his hand on Trixie’s hand. “We’ll be fine.”

Trixie nodded, biting her lip before letting out a breath. “I don’t know why this is so trivial. She’s a bad friend so I should ditch her… I’m stupid for trying to make up for her mistakes.”

“You’re not stupid.” Miguel said, “You’re badass, and amazing.” He said and Trixie chuckled.

“I’m not.” She said and Miguel shook his head.

“You totally are! Don’t downplay everything you’ve done! You’re so badass.” Miguel took both of her hands into his. “And amazing, and… Beautiful.” He said quietly.

Trixie swallowed before someone bumped into her, pushing her onto Miguel. She lost her balance and Miguel wrapped his arms around her waist. They stared at each other before he quickly took his arms off and Trixie looked away, her face flushed red.

‘What the hell was that?!’ She thought to herself, mentally hitting herself before Miguel excused himself to the bathroom. Trixie sighed, before getting a sudden notification.

She looked to see it was a picture of Aisha with a piggy face eating. Trixie frowned and saw Yasmin laughing and pointing at the girl by the table. Trixie made eye contact with Sam, who gave her a look and Trixie gave her one back.

‘What a bunch of assholes…’ She thought to herself. She left the party, going out into the halls to the bathroom. She was gonna wash off the makeup, it was starting to irritate her.

As she walked through the halls, Kyler and his friends passed her, not giving her a second thought. She frowned at the sight before brushing it off. As she got to the bathrooms she widened her eyes as she saw Johnny carrying Miguel out of the bathroom.

Bloodied and bruised.

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Miguel opened the door to see a very concerned and worried Trixie standing in the doorway. He paused before he was suddenly hugged by the girl tightly. “Ow, ow, ow… My side.” He winced and Trixie quickly let go.

“You’re alright, right?” Trixie asked before sighing, “Of course you’re not alright, you just got jumped in a high school bathroom.” She muttered before cupping his face slightly, surveying the blooming bruises and burning cuts.

Miguel turned red at the closeness, remembering the Halloween party. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?” Trixie asked and Miguel shook his head.

“No, no. I’m fine now. I took pain killers a few minutes ago.” Miguel smiled slightly, his braces shining. Trixie smiled softly before handing him a bag. “What’s this?” He asked.

“Chocolate ice cream. You can eat it or use it to ice your ribs.” Trixie smiled and Miguel laughed slightly.

“Wow, how thoughtful of you.” Miguel said, stepping to the side to let her inside. Trixie took off her shoes and looked around.

“I wanted ice cream every time I got hurt too, y’know. So I just thought it’d be nice to give you some as well.” Trixie shrugged as Miguel put the ice cream in the freezer.

“Are you extra clumsy or something?” Miguel asked as he and Trixie sat down on the couch.

“Or something.” Trixie chuckled before handing Miguel’s ice pack to him. “How ‘bout we take it easy. You’re injured pretty badly.”

Miguel nodded and turned on the TV, putting a random action movie on screen. Trixie pursed her lips, “Y’know, I never got the appeal of action movies.” Trixie said, “I always preferred the rom-coms or the romance ones.” She admitted.

Miguel turned to look at her, “Why’s that? Action’s great!” He countered and she chuckled.

“I’ll still watch it, don't worry but I guess I just liked the predictability of them.” Trixie said and Miguel shot her a confused look. She continued, “I guess what I mean to say is that I prefer to know rules and know what happens next then going about wondering if I’ll die the next day.”

Miguel thought about it for a second before nodding, “Yeah, I guess you’re right about that. Too bad our lives aren't romance or action movies.”

“Hey, we get plenty of action! If anything, we’re more of a drama movie.” Trixie smirked and Miguel chuckled before they turned their attention to the movie. “Are you going to school tomorrow?”

“Yeah, probably.” Miguel nodded with a smile.

As the movie went on to the climax, Miguel’s hand went slightly limp as he rested his head on her shoulder. ‘He must be tired from the painkillers.’ Trixie thought as he started sleeping on her shoulder. Trixie hesitantly rested her head on his as she continued watching the movie.

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“Hey.” Trixie called out to Aisha. Aisha scoffed, turning her head away as Trixie spoke. “I’m sorry about Yasmin and Sam.”

Aisha looked up, “What? Did they send you an apology since they can’t for themselves?” She asked.

Trixie crossed her arms, “I get it.” She said quietly and Aisha gave her a look of annoyance. “I do, promise. This isn’t a pity game, or a prank. They were being assholes and I’m sorry they did that to you.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like it changes anything.” Aisha said.

“Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to do something about it.” Trixie said and Aisha gave her a look of suspicion. “Karate. Fight back against the bullies.”

“Seriously? Karate?” Aisha frowned and Trixie nodded.

“Look, I know it’s stupid. But I swear it works.” Trixie said, “I don’t know you and you don’t know me. But I really do get it and would’ve killed to do something like this. Just, try it out. And maybe… We could end up being friends whether or not you join.”

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Trixie reached the library and scanned the room before finding the boys sitting at a table in the back. She walked over and took a seat next to Miguel. "Hey, guys." She said, pulling out some homework.

"Hey Trixie." They replied in unison.

"Miguel was telling us about what happened on Friday," Eli stated.

"Oh yeah. Our sensei decided to close the dojo." Trixie said with a sad expression.

"So, that's it? No more karate?" Demetri asked, looking between the two.

"I guess so," Miguel replied.

"It's probably for the best. It was starting to boost your guys' confidence." Demetri stated.

Trixie and Miguel exchanged a confused look. "Isn't that a good thing?" Trixie asked.

"No. What has confidence ever gotten anybody except for a black eye and their backpack thrown in the trash?" Demetri said, looking down.

"Well, I thought it was kind of cool how you stood up to Kyler." Eli piped up and exchanged smiles with Trixie.

"Are you insane? Let me ask you. What is the best superpower anyone could have?" Demetri asked, his eyes darting around the group.

"Super strength," Miguel answered quickly.

"Wrong," Demetri replied.

"Telekinesis?"

"No, invisibility. C'mon, Trixie we've talked about this before. A distant second would be super speed to run away fast." Demetri answered.

"Runaway from who?"

Trixie turned around to see Kyler and his friend, Brucks, standing behind Eli, smirks on their faces. Trixie didn't feel scared like she did last time she saw him. No, she felt pure anger.

"Whom. It's the object of a preposition. Remember English class." Brucks corrected.

"We were just leaving," Miguel said, quickly grabbing his stuff, the boys doing the same. Trixie, on the other hand, just stood out of her chair, glaring at Kyler.

Kyler grabbed Eli by the back of his neck and pulled him to him. "Hey, where you going? Oh, look at this freak." He said, making Brucks laugh. "What kind of girl would ever kiss this shit?" Kyler insulted, examining Eli's lip.

"Leave him alone Kyler," Trixie growled. Kyler turned to Trixie and shoved Eli back a bit.

"What'd you say?" He asked, getting close to Trixie.

"You heard me. Leave us alone." She spat.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Kyler asked. Trixie glanced over to look at Brucks before looking back at Kyler with a smirk.

“What? Too scared to face me alone?” She asked in a condescending tone before her arm was being held back by Demetri, who shook his head. Trixie huffed, glaring at Kyler once more before walking away with Miguel.

“Assholes…” She heard Miguel mutter under his breath and slightly smiled.

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Sensei Lawrence's first strike was a powerful front punch aimed directly at Trixie’s midsection. He executed it with explosive force, his fist cutting through the air. Trixie shifted her weight, bringing up her arm and deflecting her sensei’s punch with a controlled motion.

The force of the impact ran through her arm, but she remained balanced, her expression calm and focused. Her leg arched high in a roundhouse kick, aimed at her sensei’s side. The movement was fluid and precise.

But he was ready. He sidestepped and counter-striked. As Trixie’s kick missed, she executed a punch with her lead hand at his upper torso. The jab was executed with precision, exploiting the opening created by her evasion.

Sensei Lawrence absorbed the impact of Trixie’s jab and swiftly countered with a reverse punch. He rotated his body, driving his rear hand forward in a powerful punch aimed at Trixie’s midsection. In response, she grunted as she fell to the floor and Sensei Lawrence chuckled. “You’ve gotten better.” He said as he got off of her and she stood up.

“I’ve been practicing.” Trixie said before the door opened to reveal Miguel.

“Okay, I gotta train Miguel. Why don’t you change out of your gi, Trixie.” Sensei Lawrence said and Trixie nodded before grabbing her bag and going into the bathroom.'

After she changed, she went out of the dirty room to see Aisha standing in front of Miguel on the training mat. She smiled and waved. “Aisha, hi!” Trixie smiled, “Are you here for karate?” She asked. Aisha turned to Trixie and smiled slightly, nodding awkwardly. Trixie smiled. “Is it okay if I stay and watch, sensei?”

“Sure, don’t matter as long as your brother doesn’t kill me because you missed curfew.” Sensei Lawrence said before muttering to himself.

Trixie smiled, sitting next to her sensei with a sigh as they both bowed. “Mr. Diaz, show her everything that you learned.” Sensei Lawrence said.

“Wait, wait. I don’t think this is right, Sensei.” Miguel disagreed.

“You don’t think what’s right?”

“She’s a girl. I’m not gonna…” Miguel's voice trailed off.

“And? I thought you said that women were equal to men.” Sensei Lawrence countered and Trixie snickered.

“He’s got a point, Miguel.” Trixie smiled.

“Why can’t Trixie do it?” Miguel asked.

“Because Trixie’s lesson is over. She’s just here to watch for now.” Sensei Lawrence said.

“Wait, I just wanna remind everyone that this is my first day.” Aisha said. Trixie smiled at the girl reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, Aisha. Miguel’s easier than sensei is.” Trixie smiled. Aisha stared at the girl in fear. “Don’t worry, Miguel’s weak.”

“What? I am not weak.” Miguel opposed.

“Well, not weak. I meant not on sensei’s level.” Trixie said before adding, “Yet.”

“You’re enemies don’t care about what day it is. They prey on weakness.” Sensei Lawrence said to Aisha harshly, “If you wanna beat them, you gotta conquer your fears and jump face-first into the fire.” Sensei Lawrence said before continuing, “Are you ready, Miss Robinson?”

“I guess.” Aisha said meekly, eyeing Miguel up and down as if he’d pounce on her like a tiger in a jungle.

“Fight!” Sensei Lawrence shouted and a moment of silence passed, “Don’t just stand there. Fight!”

Miguel exhaled shakily, “I’m sorry.” He said, raising his fists and then kicking her in the gut. She fell to the floor in a heap. “Oh my God! Aisha, are you okay?” Miguel asked before getting pummeled to the ground and getting kneed in the stomach.

Trixie gasped before laughing at the scene. She stood up and gave Aisha a high five. “Wow, that was amazing!” Trixie smiled, “You’ve definitely got a better first day than me or Miguel.”

“What happened on your first days?” Aisha asked as she helped Miguel up from the floor and their sensei left the dojo for a bit.

“I bruised my whole body and couldn’t sleep for a week.” Trixie chuckled and patted Miguel’s back, “Good job, dude. She totally kicked your ass.”

“How’re you the nicest person at our school yet so mean to me.” Miguel sighed, wheezing as he clutched his ribs.

“You’ve gotta be strong in Cobra Kai. We can’t always be nice to people.” Trixie smiled brightly. She seemed to always smile a lot for some reason.

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School hasn't been going well for Sam. Ever since the night at the movie theater, Kyler was spreading rumors about her, claiming she went down on him and other things to that extent. Everyone was isolating her. Sam grabbed her food from the lunch line and looked around the cafeteria for somewhere to sit.

Her eyes landed on the table full of her friends, or ex-friends, but they just smiled at her with their fake smiles and ignored her. She walked over to Aisha's table and set her tray down.

"Oh don't even think about it," Aisha said, with an annoyed look.

"Come on. I need a place to sit." Sam pleaded.

"You can go sit with Kyler. I hear he doesn't mind that you suck." Aisha retorted .

Sam glared angrily before storming over to him and pushing his shoulder. "Think it's funny to spread lies about me?" Sam snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What are you talking about? We saw a movie, and that's it. Well, maybe I saw a little bit more than you." Kyler smirked, making his friends burst out laughing.

"Yeah, we heard you got pretty 'choked up.'" Brucks mocked, making the group laugh even harder. Noticing Kyler's lunch tray on the table, she angrily swiped it to the ground, making the whole cafeteria fall silent. Trixie, Miguel, Demetri, and Eli walked into the cafeteria as Kyler started taunting Sam.

"Hey, guys. You know that billboard with a big-ass dick on it? I guess Sam takes after her dad." People started laughing while Sam kept an emotionless face. Trixie and Miguel shared a look and nodded before tossing their trays on a nearby table.

"Hey, Kyler!" Miguel yelled, marching over to the group.

"Why don't you shut the hell up and stop being such an asshole before we make you?" Trixie snapped coming to Miguel's side.

"Want another beatdown 'Rhea?" Kyler asked, shoving Miguel back. Trixie grabbed his sleeve to help him keep his balance while Kyler's group of idiots stood up. "I'm ready for your lame ass karate this time." Kyler mocked shoving Miguel back even harder.

"It's not lame-ass karate." Trixie defended. Kyler threw a punch and Miguel caught it, bending Kyler's arm back.

"It's Cobra Kai," Miguel growled, punching Kyler in the face. Blood poured out of Kyler's nose as anger took over his face. He ran at Miguel and grabbed him by the waist, throwing him onto a table.

The two boys struggled, as Kyler kept a tight hold on Miguel's neck. Miguel threw his elbow into Kyler's stomach and pulled his arm forward, throwing a punch to his face before he spun him around and kicked him in the back.

"No mercy!" Aisha yelled. Trixie looked to see Brucks going to throw at Miguel's back and caught his fist.

"Only pussies go after someone with their back turned." She spat, before bending his arm up. She swept his leg, causing him to fall to the ground while another one of Kyler's friends ran at Miguel.

Trixie, not registering anything, accidentally folded her fingers halfway and punching the boy in the sternum, literally taking his breath away before kicking him in the face while Miguel roundhouse kicked the other. The two looked around to see the boys slowly starting to get up.

The duo flipped over a lunch table with Trixie grabbing an empty tray. Miguel kicked a chair at one boy while Trixie hit Brucks in the face with the tray, making him fall again.

Trixie tossed the tray to Miguel who caught it and slammed it against another boy's face. Miguel jumped up onto a table and kicked another boy. Kyler set his sights on Trixie and began to charge.

Trixie, noticing this, ran to the table and spring boarded off of Brucks, landing next to Miguel. She sent a kick to Kyler's face before Miguel slammed the tray down, knocking Kyler to the ground.

Everyone began to cheer, making Trixie and Miguel come out of the haze, remembering they were at school. Miguel's eyes scanned over the crowd until they locked with Sam's, the latter looking at him admiringly.

Trixie noticed the two staring at each other and felt her heart clench in- "Hey! Get down from there right now." A guidance counselor demanded, grabbing Trixie who grabbed Miguel. They were pulled out of the cafeteria with the sound of cheering and applause following them. _____________________________________________________

"All four of them?" Johnny asked, looking between the two kids. After school, which surprisingly they weren't suspended from, Trixie and Miguel practically sprinted to the dojo to tell Johnny what happened.

"Yeah!" Miguel replied proudly.

"Even that big dumb one?" Johnny asked.

"Well Trixie took care of him more than I did. But yeah it all happened so fast. everything just came together. I was blocking. I anticipated. I slithered." Miguel said enthusiastically, “And then Trixie did this amazing thing! It was like his breath was taken away, literally!”

Johnny nodded his head proudly. "Well your mom is gonna kill all three of us," Johnny stated.

"Well, she would if she knew. When my school called, my Yaya answered. Never seen her so proud. She won't talk." Miguel stated quickly. Johnny nodded again.

“And my brother was at the hospital so he didn’t get the call thankfully.” Trixie smiled.

"Alright, so let me get this straight. You guys took all the lessons I taught you and you used them to straight-up beat the shit out of those punks?" Johnny asked, his eyes darting between the two.

"Well, yeah," Trixie answered like it was obvious with a shrug. Johnny grinned.

"Follow me." Johnny walked out to his Firebird and popped open the trunk. Inside were two white gi's with the Cobra Kai symbol on them. One was more faded than the other, indicating it was older. Johnny picked up the faded one and looked at it. "I wore this when I was training for my first tournament back in '81. I want you to have it." He said, handing it to Miguel. He picked up the newer one and handed it to Trixie. "I got you your very own since it might fit better than mine will." He said with a smile.

"Are you sure?" Miguel asked, staring at the gi with wide eyes. "Hell yeah. You earned it." Johnny replied. "Both of you." Johnny and Miguel hugged while Trixie examined the material, running her fingers across it.

“Thanks.” Trixie smiled.

#cobra kai x reader #cobra kai #cobra kai x oc #miguel diaz x oc #miguel x reader #miguel x oc #miguel diaz x reader

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brokeitwiththepowerofmathamatics · 1 year ago

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Fanfic - Desynced: Chapter 9

(Ao3 here) (ff.net here)

Danny marched up to the front door of his home. Sam and Tucker were nipping at his heels the entire way. He couldn’t wait until one of them got their driver’s license and they didn’t have to walk everywhere. Danny used to have a skateboard, but ever since the accident Danny hadn’t been comfortable riding on it.

He assumed that was a good decision, considering he had trouble with stairs now.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam begged, she alternated between reaching out as if to grab him, and chewing on her finger as they walked.

Danny chuckled. “Honestly? I’m actually feeling way better.” He reached for his pocket, his hand missing by a mile before he frowned. He bit his lip and closed his eyes in concentration, managing to get his hand into his pocket. He pulled out his house key and started trying to unlock the door.

He winced as he over corrected, and practically punched the doorknob with his extended fingers.

“You don’t seem fine,” Sam muttered. She glanced at Tucker for help, who threw his hands up in the air to signal that he had no clue what to say either.

“Well, okay,” Danny said, turning the key and opening the door. He turned and looked back at his two worried friends and sighed. He resisted the urge to run his hand down his face. With how he felt right now, he doubted he’d actually be able to do it correctly.

Instead, he looked up at the sky as he tried to think about what to say. “Yeah, no, I’m not fine.” he admitted, he knew he wasn’t. Something about him changed; something in a permanent way. He saw the way his friends’ faces fell and he scrambled to continue to explain. “It’s just the past several months I’ve been wondering what the hell has been going on with me, and I finally have an answer. It’s… it’s great. Really!”

“Dude…” Tucker said, standing outside the house even as Danny and Sam went in. “That… that looked like some kind of ghost form.” Danny froze in the doorway, and Sam winced and closed her eyes. “Ghosts are dead. Johnny is dead.”

Danny rubbed the back of his head, he tried to focus on the feeling of his fingers running through his hair and not the feeling of bone claws piercing his own neck. “Well, uh… the doctors and all looked me over, right? They didn’t think anything was weird, and I had a heartbeat and everything… A ghost wouldn’t have a heartbeat, right? Or want to eat?” Danny glanced over at Sam who was still standing there with her eyes closed, refusing to look at what was in front of her.

The three of them were silent for a minute, before Tucker asked. “That was months ago. And that one tried to eat Sam… You could have… Have you checked recently?”

“Do you check if you're alive?” Danny countered, but even to his own ears it sounded weak. Even so, he didn’t move to check.

Neither did Tucker.

“Can… can I?” Sam whispered.

“Sam?”

“I don’t… I…” Sam fumbled over her words. She reached up and wiped away a tear from her eye by pressing a finger against her eyeliner. “I don’t want to know. I don’t. But I need to. I need to know if I killed you.”

“You didn’t-”

“I pushed you. I wanted to know. You were always so secretive. It was a mystery. It was fun. When I’d mention something from one of my books and you’d always have a look on your face. It was like you knew more about what I was talking about than I did.” Sam sniffed and hugged herself. “If I hadn’t asked you about how you knew about all that, then this never would have happened. We’d be at school, right now, and Tucker would be eating his fourth crappy cheeseburger and our worst worry right now would be if Mr. Lancer was gonna give out another pop quiz.

“I… I might have gotten you killed, Danny,” Sam looked up at him. “So, I need to know. If…”

Danny let out a breath. “I… okay. Go ahead.” Danny held out a wrist, but Sam didn’t take it.

Instead, she slowly reached up, her fingertips extending just out of the baggy sweater she was wearing. Danny shivered as they made contact just under his jaw. He tilted his head to the side to give her better access to the artery running up his neck. Her fingers were warm, with her wearing the sweater he had assumed that she’d be cold. Instead her finger felt like they left a trail of fire along his skin, burning her touch into a memory he’d never forget. It felt like if he were to look at his neck right now, he’d see blisters along where she touched.

Her fingers pressed against his neck, and Danny sucked in a breath. He could imagine red hot coals under the pads of her fingers. He tried to focus on where she was touching him. He tried to see if he could feel a pulse as she pressed against him.

A sob broke through the house, and Sam threw herself into Danny’s chest. All her weight was against him, and it took some effort on Danny’s part to keep them both upright. But after the shock at her action wore off, Danny’s heart froze. That was assuming he had one to begin with at the moment.

“Is he…” Tucker asked.

Sam shook her head, burying her face into his shirt. “There’s a- there’s a- there’s a pulse!” She gasped. “You’re still alive.”

Danny reached up to pat her back, but as his hand made contact with her, she gasped and stepped back through his hand. Danny blinked and he realized that what was touching her wasn’t his flesh and blood hand, but the one of his ghost form.

“Sorry, I… I forget which is which sometimes.”

Sam shook her head. “It’s fine. It’s… it’s fine.” she reached up and grabbed his hand in hers. She slowly shifted it until not only could he feel the burning touch of her skin with his human hand, but he could feel his ghostly hand pressing into her back. “I… Thank you. For saving me. The other day and today…”

“What on earth are you three doing?” Danny and Sam jumped apart like they had been burnt, as Jazz walked into the hallway. “Close the door, the house is cold enough with us letting all the air out.”

“Jazz!” Danny shouted, as Tucker walked into the house and closed the door behind him. He coughed into his hand as Sam started working on getting her boots off. “I…” he trailed off as he noticed something, “Actually.. Where’s mom and dad? Or the agents for that matter? I just realized that they aren’t here…”

“They all left.” Jazz said, stepping around Sam and Danny and grabbing her own shoes. “I’m leaving too. One of the football players is paying me to tutor him, well his dad is anyway.”

“They left? Where’d they go?”

Jazz huffed. “I didn’t ask. Danny, I’ve managed to go sixteen years without getting involved in this magic stuff. I was very much looking forward to trying to become a brain surgeon and leaving magic behind, and now I have government agents carving the Seal of Solomon into our living room floor.” Jazz groaned and pulled at her hair. “I didn’t even know what the Seal of Solomon was until this week!” She sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair. She straightened her hair in silence as she continued explaining, “So as far as I’m concerned, our parents are just weirdos, and Sam is right that the government is wasting our taxpayer dollars.”

Sam folded her arms. “They are.”

“On that, we agree,” Jazz said, walking past Danny and Tucker. The three of them shuffled a bit as Tucker made room for Jazz to put her shoes on while he took his off. She stopped, made her back around and then dragged Danny’s head down to kiss the crown of his head. “Bye Danny, be safe. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Ew… gross!” Danny groaned as Sam giggled. He rubbed the top of his head as if to wipe away cooties. Jazz went out the door and Danny sighed. “Well, I guess telling them their device worked is out of the question.”

Tucker pointed at the thermos. “Shouldn’t you drop it off somewhere? You know, in case it falls off and we got a ‘curse of the thirteen ghosts’ situation on our hands?”

Danny immediately turned toward the lab door. “You know what? Good idea.” Danny speed walked toward the lab door. He tried to open the door but when the door didn’t budge he groaned. “The door froze again.”

Sam walked over and grabbed one of several ice picks that had been left by the door for this purpose. “Lemme help.” Danny didn’t even get a chance to tell her to take it easy before she started chipping away at the frost that had sealed the door shut. Danny opened his mouth to tell her that they could just leave the thermos in the kitchen but he hesitated. Instead, he watched her. Seeing her attack the ice on the door like it was the source of all her problems filled him with some kind of determination.

He grabbed another ice pick and started working on the other side. Chipping at the frost that was growing along the cracks of the door. By the time Danny had managed to clear his side, Sam had managed to chip away the entirety of her’s, along with the top and bottom.

It wasn’t like Tucker wasn’t being helpful. He arguably took on the most important job; holding on to the thermos to make sure that Johnny didn’t accidentally get out.

Honestly, Tucker had the harder job. It might have been less physically demanding, but it was much more stressful.

Before long, they managed to open the door to the lab. When the door opened, air rushed into the lab as the temperature differences equalized. The warm air of the home rushed into the lab. Danny could hear pages from dozens of tomes rustle from the sudden influx of air.

Danny moved to step down the stairs, but when he pressed his foot into the ground, he suddenly dropped as the ghostly foot of his dropped down before his human leg met the ground. Sam reached out and grabbed Danny. “I got you,” she said. Danny smiled at her before the three of them made their way down the stairs.

There wasn’t much light down there. The only source of lumination came from something just beyond the sight of the stairs. The ethereal green glow only gave a small glimpse into the room The desks and bookshelves were set up against the wall. Each of them were totally covered in books and tomes that held down tarps that kept the various papers and notes in place.

When they got to the bottom, there was a moment of hesitation. A beat of silence, before a hand reached out and turned on the lights. “Oh come on!” Tucker shouted. “Dude, can’t you give a warning?”

“Sorry! Sorry!” Danny said, holding up his hands. “I thought with the portal…”

Sam grabbed Danny’s wrist and held on tightly. “Is that what it is? A portal?”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, it’s… well, it was meant to see into other worlds that we couldn’t see, right?” Danny lead them into the room. “It’s… well… Okay, I’ll admit, I’m not one hundred percent sure. The agents and my parents have been talking and the agents were calling it a gateway into an Elsewhere.”

“An Elsewhere? What the hell is that?” Tucker asked, stepping into the lab.

“Anywhere that’s not here, really.” Danny said with a shrug. He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Like I said, it’s not like I know what I’m talking about… I’m just repeating the bits and pieces that my parents were talking about at the breakfast table. But… from what I got, it’s a catch all term for alternate dimensions, or a different phase of ours. I’m guessing this one is a different alternate dimension ‘cause they named it.” Danny walked in front of the portal, and really looked at it. He hadn’t stepped down here since the accident, although he knew everything that happened down here since then.

He couldn’t tell you how he knew, but he knew. From everything his parents threw at the portal to try and destabilize it, to everything they took from it to try and understand it.

There was a thrum, a heavy pulse that vibrated deep in everyone’s bones. The air was cold, every other breath was visible. If you asked Tucker, he’d have said the air was thick with ozone, if you asked Sam, she’d have said someone had burned too much incense. If you asked Danny, he’d have told you the air felt like it had weight.

The large opening that Danny had once stood in was now filled, it looked like green waters, swirling in the upright contraption. it towered over them, the waters inside the gaping maw cast a green light over all of them.

But worst of all, was the quiet singing that they all heard, though they all silently agreed not to ever mention.

Tucker huffed and put the thermos in the middle of several tomes on one of the desks. “You gonna tell us what they called it?”

“No,” Danny scoffed, “‘cause it’s stupid.”

“It can’t be that stupid,” Sam said, stepping around Danny, keeping herself between him and the portal.

“They’re calling it the…” Danny froze as a stray thought jolted through him. He straightened up, before turning toward the portal. “The… Ghost… Zone…”

Sam and Tucker turned toward Danny. “Danny?” Sam called out, as she reached for him. “What’s wrong?”

“Johnny said he couldn’t reach his girlfriend…” He began slowly. Thoughts were slotting into place, and a puzzle he hadn’t even been thinking about began to get put together. “And that the feds were keeping him from her.”

“Uh… yeah?” Tucker began. “We were there.”

“Johnny didn’t go… uh… feral? At first?” Danny explained, waving his arm about as if he could gesture to the man next to him. “Like, I think he was trying to get to his girlfriend, and that was the problem. He couldn’t. Because my parents placed wards in the house to keep things out.” He paused and chewed his lip. “I don’t think Johnny was lying about anything he said, it was just a matter of perspective…”

Tucker sucked in a deep breath. “Please. Please, please, please tell me you aren’t about to do what I think you are.”

“I think he wanted to be here, like, in front of this portal.”

“God damn it.”

Sam grabbed the back of Danny’s shirt. “Danny… this doesn’t sound like a good idea.”

“The agents said when a ghost goes monstrous like that, there’s no going back. Like, they become wild animals.”

Tucker took a step towards the stairs. “That isn’t making me feel any better, dude.”

“But I did when you guys were safe again,” Danny continued picking up the thermos. He looked at both of his friends and took a deep breath. “Can you guys trust me?”

“Always,” Sam said immediately. She glanced back at Tucker who was looking between them and the stairs.

Tucker sighed. “I reserve the right to bravely run away and tell your family what happened.”

“Fair,” Danny said, popping off the top of the thermos. He pointed it at the ground. He ran his hand around the outside of the device and commented, “My parents probably made some way of depositing anything they found. Though I don’t know if-”

Danny was cut off when suddenly a strong wind kicked up coming from the thermos. With a loud crashing of metal and breaking glass, the feral form of Johnny came tumbling out of the thermos, shortly followed by the smog that had also attacked them. The smog recovered first, turning to face the three of them. It rushed toward Danny, its screeches shaking not just the mortals in the lab, but the very foundations of the house.

Three feet away from Danny, it stopped suddenly. Falling flat on the ground like someone had yanked the floor out from underneath it. It whirled around to look at Johnny.

Johnny was holding up one hand palm facing outward and fingers raised to the sky, asking the smog to stop. He himself was facing the glowing green surface of the portal. The shadow underneath him was thin, and reddish, like rust or blood. It stretched out from underneath him, leading right into the portal.

The surface of the waters began to ripple then bubble as something began to breach. Johnny took several steps towards it, before something burst out. It was humanoid, and vaguely feminine, based off what clothing remained on it.

While a quarter of one leg still had fishnets on, the rest of the limbs had been completely destroyed. One foot still had a black high heeled shoe on it, but the other limb was nothing but burnt and melted flesh. One arm was barely still attached, with just a few ligaments holding it to an empty shoulder socket. The other arm was mostly metal, with a large hand that had a shard of metal coming out of the back of it.

Meanwhile at the waist of the new ghost, an exhaust pipe stretched out, and a sleeve of meat flowed out of it, shiny and wet with a fluid that Danny wasn’t sure what it would be called. Part of her chest had been completely torn away, leaving a headlight coming out of her body, with broken bones encircling it.

She screeched, letting out a sound of metal scraping metal and the sound of tires squealing. Her giant and destroyed hands went to her head and covered her face. Johnny rushed forward, letting out the same kind of calls. He pulled her hands gently away from her face, and his melted face morphed into the best approximation of a smile it could possibly give.

The ghostly woman blinked – less the closing of eyelids and a dimming of the light behind empty eye sockets – before she threw her arms around Johnny.

Almost immediately, their mutilated forms began to change. Johnny returned to the biker look that Danny had originally known him as, and the woman began to change as well. Her feet gained leather heeled boots. Slowly a jacket formed around her shoulders and covered up the damage to her chest, as her flesh began to reform a black crop top.

She shook her head, and a set of dreads formed while her organs returned back into her body. She looked at Danny and the others and gave them a wide smile. “Thank you. I hope my idiot of a boyfriend didn’t give you too much trouble?”

Johnny pressed a hand to his chest and leaned back, even as he pulled her closer. “Aw, come on babe, you think I-”

“He turned into a feral monster and attacked all of us,” Sam interrupted.

The woman turned and slapped his chest. “Johnny!”

“Aw, come on, babe! You know how it is!” The woman sighed and placed her head against his chest. “You know how it is…” he repeated again, this time more quietly.

“Yeah… Yeah, I do.”

Johnny looked over her head and at Danny. “Thank man, I… I really owe you.”

Danny nodded, glancing at the others. He hadn’t quite thought this far ahead. Sam stepped forward. “I… I have a question. And, I know this might seem insensitive. But you two are…”

“Dead?” Johnny finished for her. “As doornails…”

Sam nodded. “Do… do you have heart beats? Like this?’

“No.” The woman said, turning her head to look at Sam, not even letting an inch of her move away from Johnny if possible. “I don’t know of any ghost that does.”

Johnny patted her on the back. “I mean, not like we know many… I think I count three? Right, Kitty? Em, Boxy, Skulker…”

Kitty hummed. “I suppose that’s it isn’t it?”

“Is Em that meat blob that’s been running around?” Tucker asked. “I think I can guess who Boxy is.”

“Yeah, I don’t think he even remembers how to say anything other than box,” Johnny said as he ran his hand up and down Kitty’s back.”But yeah, good point, that’s four. The old Lunch Lady.”

“Lunch Lady?” Danny repeated, looking at Sam and Tucker.

Johnny shrugged. “Yeah, I don’t know exactly what her deal is. But like… that’s the feeling I get from her. I just see her and think, ‘She’s a lunch lady.’”

Danny leaned forward. “Do you know what’s making her feral? Like…” Danny said, waving at both of them. “Ya know?”

Johnny shook his head. “Nah, I don’t. I haven’t interacted with her much. I just know she just keeps going back to Casper High.”

Kitty frowned. “Ugh, poor lady.”

“It’s worse than you think, Kitten, that school sucks more than ours did..”

Sam scoffed. “I’d believe that…”

“Wait…” Danny interrupted. “Keep going back? I thought she was trapped there.”

Johnny scoffed. “Nah, we aren’t trapped where we die. It’s just… comforting to go back there. If that was the case, we’d still be in Seattle.” Johnny shrugged. Johnny shoved a thumb back at the portal. “It’s just easier to find each other with things like this. Like, Hell is a pretty large place you know?”

The mortals all paled as one. “That’s a portal to Hell?” Tucker muttered aloud.

“Probably,” Kitty said, shrugging. “Sure feels like it.” She turned and slapped Johnny on his chest. “And you left me in there!”

Johnny pulled her tightly into a hug, she gasped as he crushed the air out of her. “I know, babe, I’m sorry. Believe me, I tried to get back… I… I saw an escape, and I wanted to scout it, but it closed behind me.”

Kitty sighed and pushed herself away from Johnny. She reached up and pulled Johnny’s head down and pulled him down into a kiss. She bit at his lip and pulled away and breathed for a moment. “I don’t blame you. That place is…” She shivered, and began to cry.

Danny opened his mouth to ask another question, but Kitty reached up and placed a kiss on Johnny’s cheek. “Babe, can we go? It’s… it’s been a long time.”

“That it has, babe, that it has,” Johnny said. He turned and looked at the smog that was still floating in the air. “Come on, Shadow, we gotta show a lady a good time.”

Shadow quite obviously rolled its eyes, but threw itself into the ground, before melting itself into the shadow the two of them cast. Johnny gave Danny a salute. “Thanks man, I know I lost it at the end there but… thanks for pulling me back.”

And then they were gone. Like they had never really been there.

Tucker let out a slow breath. “Wow, okay, so uh… that worked out really well. We’re not gonna do anything like that again, right?” He turned and saw the look Danny was giving Sam, and though he couldn’t see Sam, he knew she was returning that look. “We aren’t doing anything like that again, right?”

#danny phantom #dp fic #fanfic #tucker foley #sam manson #ectoimplosion2023 #cw: body horror #cw: gore #body horror #gore #hazafic

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soapyghost · 2 years ago

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The Masked Man

A Ghost x Reader FF

CW- Smut & language.

I’m planning on writing multiple chapters to this if it’s received well. So here’s the startup before the real smut happens. Lmk if you enjoy!

I haven’t written fanfic since I was like 12 so let’s ride together.

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*BZZZZZP* *BZZZZP*

Fuck- is that my phone? I swear to god if it’s James calling me into work on my one goddamn day off I’m going to-

“Hey J, what’s up?” I ask.

“Yoooo- you know I hate to ask but we really need you tonight. It’s insane and Kate called out” his voice pleads.

Man I can’t have SHIT. “Yeah man, see you in 15” i sigh. *click*. I put on some mascara and eyeliner. Oof- them circles rough. I put some concealer over it and call it good. I grabbed my keys and rushed out the door.

Lucky for them I only live a couple minutes away from the bar. How exactly does a dive bar get so overwhelmed every weekend. I park around back and get out of my car. Throw my hair into a high pony and throw open the back door into the steaming hot kitchen.

J wasn’t kidding when he said it was busy. From the second I opened the door I could barely hear the base of the music over the sound of people talking. I wave to the chefs and grab your apron. I say hello to James and I’m out into the front room. I scan through the crowd of people to see who I’m up against tonight. And then I see them.

Quietly tucked away in the darkest corner of the bar was a group of 3 men in fatigues. Oh good- military. It’s going to be one of those nights. If one of them grabs my ass I swear I will catch a charge. But as you look them over one of them catches your eyes and takes your breath away- a man in a ghost mask. It’s not Halloween why is he wearing that? But fuck. Those eyes. His big blue eyes are looking dead at you, hungry.

You saunter over to them, “fellas how’s it going tonight?”, you coo. The mustache talks first, “it’s going great.” His unmasked counter part chimes in “much better now that I’ve seen you”. You look over at him, he’s not a bad looking guy, muscles rippling through his fatigues. “Hmm. Can’t say the same” you say, holding his gaze. The ghost masked man let’s out a small chuckle “be careful there Johnny”. The way he says it sounds more like a warning than a joke. His voice was so husky. And that accent. Fuck. I’m such a sucker for accents. I flick my eyes over to him and tried to form some kind of retort but I couldn’t. The way he looked at me made my body shiver. I looked back at the mustache and ask him his drink order and then look to Johnny and get his. Finally you ask ghost mask what he wants. “Oh he won’t drink anything. Ghost won’t lift the damn mask up.” Johnny pipes up. Ghost huh? Figures with the mask. I shrug and walk back to the bar to start mixing their drinks. My ass looks good in these leggings. Wonder if Ghost noticed? I shake my head- absolutely not. We are not doing this again.

As you return to the table with the drinks you overhear Johnny say something- definitely vulgur by the tone you hear from Ghost. “That’ll do!” His voice gruff and annoyed. The sound of his voice stirs something in me. I wonder how it would sound telling me to get on my knees. My mind wanders for a second before Ghosts voice cuts through “thank you sweetheart”. Fuck. Fuck. Did he just call me sweetheart? My eyes are probably huge as I look over at him in shock. Is my mouth open? Fuck shit. I didn’t drop the drinks did I? I rip my eyes off his and look down at my hands. Still there. Thank god. “Anytime love” I say, regaining my cool now that I didn’t smash glass everywhere. I smile coyly. “Anything else I can get you gentlemen?” Johnny looks like he’s about to say something but one cold glance from Ghost and he stays silent. I smile again and turn around as fast as I can and take controlled steps back to the kitchen. Did I just call that man love? How red is my face? The moment I step foot back in the kitchen I make a break for the back door.

The cool air hits my face and I double over gasping. What is wrong with me?! I’ve known this dude all of 2 seconds and I wonder what his cock would feel like inside me? Jesus. I’m panting at the thought of it. I hear a chuckle. I snap back upright and turn around, “you alright there?” It’s Ghost. How the fuck did he get around back before? Why is he around back? And then you see it- a cigarette in his mouth. His mask is lifted just enough so he can smoke. God. How I wish I was that cigarette right now.

“Shit! Holy hell. How did you get back here?” I exclaim. “Well, I am a ghost” he says lightly. I lock eyes with him again, almost angry that he’s here. Can’t I have 2 seconds to collect myself? “Why exactly are you back here?“ I ask, rather coldly. I see his eyes sparkle at the question and next thing I know I’m up against the wall of the building with my hands above my head and Ghosts lips on mine.

The taste of his cigarette is intoxicating. The smell of him is driving me crazy. I let out a small moan. I hear Ghost chuckle. God. It’s so hot. “I’ve wanted to do this since I set eyes on you” he growls. His free hand snake it’s way up my shirt and stops on my breast. I let out a wimper. His tongue slips it’s way between my lips and begins to explore my mouth. I wonder what eles his tongue can do. Just the thought of this makes me wet.

Suddenly the pressure on my wrists and breast is gone. I open my eyes but he’s already gone. Was he really even there? Did I imagine it? Am I that down bad? I run around to either side of the building but no, there’s no sign of him. I take a few minutes to collect myself and fix my hair and shirt. As I’m brushing myself I feel something in my back pocket. I reach into the pocket and pull out a small thin rectangle plastic card. It’s a hotel room key. Fuck.

#ghost mw2 #mw2 smut #mw2 x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost smut #ghost fic #ghost fanfiction

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kaepop-trash · 3 years ago

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More Doyoung?

🥺

👉👈

(i dont think the emojis will work)

it worked 😂

Combining these two asks, because it is what it is. Sorry second anon I know this isn't what you really wanted but I have another ask for the club sitting in my inbox that's a bit more specific so whenever I get to writing that you'll get what you wanted.

This is so very unprompted. No one asked for this, but I thought about this and I couldn't stop myself from writing about this. I think about 'the club' and I can't just write some sappy missionary bs. This though is just so unnecessary. But you will accept it. Let me have my moments. This happens right after this ask, like literally the same day. I'm excelling at being self-serving lately. I'm sooo sleep deprived so you can blame this on that.

Pairing: Doyoung×Reader×Johnny

Warnings: [Hold on for this] Alcohol and Implied Drug use, Exhibitionism/ Voyeurism, Penetration, Unprotected sex, (Kind of) Threesome, Dirty Talking, Degradation, Praise, Edging, Glass-wall Sex, Some Cuckold Dynamics, Slight MalexMale, Handjob, Switches being Switches; Johnny's a hard dom in this one but he's also a pussy, No team players, Sex as a competitive sport, A handbag tangent, Lots of aggressive tension under the surface, Who is the biggest masochist in this? Leave it in the comments (it's me).

WC: 4444 (Leaving the whole number because this piece of sin ended on an angel number when god abandoned me a long time ago.)

Doyoung was pulled out of his attention while scrolling through his phone when he felt (Y/N)'s presence close to him.

"Are you wearing eyeliner?" She asked Doyoung, squinting in focus and leaning closer. Doyoung looked up from his phone, frowning at the sudden proximity.

"Yeah, I am." He told her, justifiably confused.

When the sofa dipped beside her she leaned back, "Oh." She turned her posture to face Doyoung completely.

"Why? Is it weird?" He asked, suddenly self-conscious.

She clicked her tongue, "It's fine. You look hot." Doyoung looked behind her with a gaze that was a mix of uncertainty and intrigue— to where Johnny sat down. It was definitely an interesting thing to say with the man right behind her.

"Thanks. So do you." Doyoung replied, looking back at her with a knowing gaze. Her lips tugged, finally turning to look behind her.

Johnny watched her with a deliberative gaze, looking deep in some thought. She looked at the drink in his hand with a mock pout.

"You could have at least gotten me one." She whined. Johnny extended his arm and she rolled her eyes with a dramatic flair.

"No, I don't want your whiskey. Get me a cocktail or something, I should be drunker than this at–" She paused, reaching for his arm to turn his watch dial to her, "2 in the morning. The three of us are the only ones left." She pointed at both men, unable to curb the small smirk on her lips. "Even the esteemed owner has left. Get me something lethal."

Johnny raised a brow at her, clearly a little annoyed. "The bar is quite the walk from here."

"It was your idea to come to sit at the back of the club." She reminded him.

"You were the one complaining about the loud music." He responded with equal bite. Doyoung watched the exchange with a perceptive gaze.

There was a moment of silence, both of them just staring at each other. Each staying guarded while also trying to read the other.

"I can go." Doyoung said awkwardly from behind her, suddenly feeling like he was encroaching. Johnny's eyes flashed with indignation as he looked at Doyoung, making him want to snort.

"No." She said, turning back to Doyoung. "You were telling me about your eyeliner." She put her cheek on her palm, trying to look interested.

"Plus," She tilted her head to catch Johnny from the corner of her eye. "Johnny knows what I like."

Doyoung spoke only after Johnny disappeared from the large room they were alone in.

"Why are you punishing him?" He questioned, making her frown.

"I'm not punishing anybody. He's been galavanting around all evening, he can get me a drink." She tried to make it sound like it was an obvious decision, voice nonchalant.

"You've been sitting here with me all evening." Doyoung raised a brow.

"You're my friend." She looked at him, a slow frown seeping into her features.

"I don't think he sees it like that, (Y/N)." Doyoung clicked his tongue.

"I don't think I care. And since when do you? " She looked away from him with a heavy frown. Doyoung chuckled, she was right of course. And Doyoung realised he could have some more fun out of it than he would if he walked out into the club.

So he just shrugged and let go, turning his phone to her. "Look at this video."

Johnny walked back into the room to find (Y/N) and Doyoung smiling at the phone in his hand, his hand casually on her thigh. The ice-cold drink stung his palm as his echoing footsteps approached them.

She looked up at him with questioning eyes when he stood in front of her in silence. He reached out the glass in his palm, chest caving despite himself when she gave him a smile.

“This is exactly what I needed.” She sighed after she finished half the drink in one long slurp from the straw.

“Why do you always drink these sugary drinks?” Johnny asked out of curiosity.

“They get you drunk faster. And generally tastes nicer.” Doyoung informed him in her stead. “Always efficient.” He scoffed, pointing his finger at her.

(Y/N) frowned at the gesture. “Please, don’t make that sound like it’s a bad thing. My efficiency has saved you from a lot of troubles.” She reminded him.

“It’s also gotten me laid so I’m going to have to agree.” He added, grinning when she paused as she went to take a sip of her drink.

Johnny watched as her back went stiff before she looked away and scoffed, shaking her head.

“You know what would be really efficient?” Doyoung announced, looking right at Johnny before back at her, raising a brow.

“No.” She replied to his unvoiced proposition. “Shut up.” She sat back, finally allowing Johnny to see her face. Johnny turned to look at her, unaware of what they were talking about.

“Let’s not pretend this isn’t where this was already going.” Doyoung clicked his tongue. A momentary agitation crossed her eyes before she took another large sip of her drink, shaking her head.

“We’ve done it before.” Doyoung raised his brow again and her brows creased together, turning an incredulous look at him.

She groaned. “That was a stranger! Doyoung just sh–”

Doyoung clicked his tongue, cutting her off, “We should ask Mr Boss what he thinks.” He looked up at him, the whole exchange only confusing Johnny more.

“What I think about what?” He asked with heavy caution in his voice.

“Nothing.” She turned to him.

“The three of us. Fucking. Don’t worry about her, (Y/N)’s pretending she doesn’t like the attention. It’ll be fun.” He breezed through the words.

Johnny felt too caught off-guard to say anything at first. He shouldn’t be opposed to the idea at all. In fact, he thought someone like Doyoung was almost close to his type.

“He’s probably strung on some drugs right now.” She turned to Johnny, defending the odd man instead of just saying no. “I’m sorry on his behalf.” She sighed.

“Now you don’t need to be my advocate.” Doyoung rolled his eyes. She turned her head to Doyoung, giving him a look so irritable but open that Johnny was both glad it wasn't aimed at him and felt bothered by the same.

“Why not?” Johnny found himself saying. “Nothing new.” He tried to sound nonchalant, adding a shrug. “You’ve already seen me have sex with someone else, how bad can it be?” The last statement felt, even to him, unnecessary. But it still filled him with a kind of gratification that he felt missing from the night so far.

She turned to him, eyes unreadable and always closed to his scrutiny. Johnny raised an expectant brow that hid the sting of his indignation.

“Fine.” Her voice was lower, looking over his face with a stiff jaw before turning around. “We will never speak of this again.”

“That’s our entire sex life.” Doyoung chimed in, grinning with a small glee.

“Upstairs.” She turned to Johnny. He could only nod, not one to back away from something he had committed to.

Johnny's hand gripped at the marble counter of the bathroom sink so tight that he had begun feeling pinpricks.

'You never take anything lying back.' That is what Doyoung said when he pressed her up against the glass wall that he was currently fucking her against. The man told Johnny he can watch from inside the bathroom. Like he needed to be given permission.

Johnny watched as Doyoung pressed her harder against the glass, her skin on display. He raised his other hand to take a sip from his glass, the whiskey now watered down till it tasted like nothing.

"Look at how hard he is, (Y/N). It must be my lucky day." Doyoung groaned into her neck, snapping his hip up in a way that made her lips part. Her hand grappled unsuccessfully at the glass before reaching back to Doyoung's waist.

Heat pooled in the depths of Johnny's stomach as they both groaned together. Doyoung's words seem to remind him of his growing arousal.

"You're so wet, babe." Doyoung growled. "Loving the eyes on you? God, you're making me want to take this condom off just to feel you cream my dick." He thrust his hips.

She pulled her pressed cheek away from the glass just enough, swallowing thickly. "Don't be cocky." She warned. "I don't want to risk an STD." Doyoung's lips twitched at the words.

"Does the boss know how dirty you really like it? I bet no one does." He bit down on her ear, turning to meet Johnny's gaze. "You've gotten so good at compartmentalising life in your neat little boxes haven't you, little liar?"

"I told you not to call me that, asshole." She smacked his waist hard enough that Johnny heard it. Doyoung flinched but his eyes remained on Johnny, scrutinizing him.

"9-5's don't really know how to have fun, do they?" Doyoung chuckled, hand slamming against the glass as he kept his eyes on Johnny.

With his other hand, Doyoung reached for her leg. Johnny bit down on his lip when he pulled it back to wrap around his waist.

"Fucking prick, I'm going to get a cramp." She groaned, hand reaching out to grab his arm on the glass so hard that her nails dug into it. Doyoung just winced playfully.

"You love it. Always taking the pain in stride." He spoke through gritted teeth, leaving a chaste kiss on her cheek. "Why does your man keep looking at me, (Y/N)? Do you have your eyes closed?" Doyoung scoffed.

"He's not," She gasped when Doyoung lifted the leg behind him higher. "He's not my man." She huffed.

The words made Johnny's blood spike hot in a way that he didn't expect, more than anything else that had happened so far.

"He's so hard for me then? Mr. not-your-man?" Doyoung hummed.

"Johnny is nobody's man. He likes men too. So I don't see why that's implausible." She sighed, eyes still screwed shut. She spoke like Johnny wasn't in the room.

"Oh my, (Y/N)." Doyoung smirked, "You've really made our tenth fuck a good one, haven't you? You aren't even trying to take over. Remind me to get you that Bottega bag you wanted." Doyoung brushed his lips over her shoulders, letting her leg go. Johnny noted how she kept it in place despite her previous protest.

"Shut up." She spat, head falling back when Doyoung bit down on her neck, a wretched moan leaving her lips. "God." She gasped with liquid pleasure, resting her head on his shoulder. The sound made Johnny squirm, his pants feeling tighter by the minute.

Doyoung pulled back, giving her a small smile. A familiar and comfortable smile as his pace turned relentless. She groaned, the hand on his arm only tightening.

"It was the green one wasn't it?" Doyoung asked. Johnny watched her finally open her eyes, giving the man a confused look.

"The bag?" Doyoung frowned. Her lips tugged, and she gave him a nod.

"You're certifiably insane." She laughed, the sound breathless between her strained moans. "Yeah, it was the green one." She nodded.

"You should get a Birkin or something. I'm feeling generous." Doyoung offered, the inquiry not obstructing the precise jolts of his hips but slowing down their frequency.

(Y/N)'s face scrunched despite it, "No thanks. I don't want to get insurance for a handbag."

Doyoung smiled a little more, giving her a nod. "I guess it's not your type of thing." He pushed the hair stuck on her face away.

When Doyoung leaned closer, Johnny's heartbeat grew. His fingers gripped the counter tighter than he thought possible just as Doyoung gazed at her lips.

The relief he felt when he kissed the tip of her nose did nothing for him. When Doyoung's lips brushed over hers Johnny gripped his jaw tight, finally moving away from the counter.

"My turn." Johnny announced, not lingering on the grin on Doyoung's face that looked almost victorious.

"You didn't even let me finish." Doyoung clicked his tongue.

"Go sit and wait and I'll finish you off myself. Neither of you knows what patience is. Fucking like animals in heat." Johnny voiced his disapproval.

Doyoung grabbed her leg to place it down despite the resistance. "Sorry babe." He laughed when she groaned, "I'd have to be an idiot to say no to that." He stepped back, leaving a small peck on her lips.

Johnny pulled his belt off with a swift tug at the sight, tugging the rest of his clothes off as Doyoung went to sit on the chair in the corner of the room. Johnny bit back a wince when he pulled down his pants, dick already painfully hard. It only added to his growing temper.

"On the bed, kitten." He ordered, watching her listen wordlessly with her gaze on the floor. When she started getting on her knees Johnny clicked his tongue. "On your back, I was having such a nice time watching you. Why stop now?" He stepped up to the edge as she turned, his shadow washing over her entire frame.

She watched him with the same unreadable eyes that Johnny had started to detest, both their chests still heaving.

"I've waited all night for this." He grumbled as he got on top of her. In one swift thrust, Johnny entered her raw.

"God you really are soaking wet." He groaned, willing himself to not rut into her desperately.

He pulled out so slowly that her lips parted with an audible gasp. Johnny's own teeth clenched just as he was inches away from falling out of her, entering back just as slow.

She whimpered, head falling back and hand coming up to his shoulder, still not looking at him. Johnny went so slow that he felt every inch of her walls clench around him, his own eyes shutting to relish the sensation. He maintained the pace for several minutes, both their bodies glistening with sweat.

"Johnny faster, please." She gasped finally, hand tightening on his shoulder.

"No. I want to feel you like this." He lowered himself a little closer to her, ignoring the burn in his arms.

"Please." She whimpered, bottom lip protruding.

"Does the rockstar know what a good little slut you are for me?" He questioned. She whimpered again, hand now reaching over to his neck. Johnny didn't look up when Doyoung sniggered at the words. "Does he know what a dumb little obedient pet you become when I fuck you?" He took her bottom lip between his teeth, biting down harsher than he had ever before. When she moaned with reckless abandon, Johnny's breath stumbled.

"My stupid slut can't even speak." Johnny hummed, lifting one hand to caress her face. He clamped his jaw, trying his best not to increase his pace. When she whined it felt worth his efforts.

"Johnny, please." Her brows creased, "Just a little faster, you're driving me crazy." She fisted his hair, his dick twitching from the harsh tug. "Please." Johnny saw the tears on the corner of her eyes, reaching over to kiss it. She took advantage of the distance, thrusting up into him.

Johnny put a hand on her stomach to stop her movement, "You're so fucking spoiled." He groaned, not giving in to the pleas as he stopped moving entirely. "Be a good girl and hold still." He buried his face into her neck, sucking on the skin with a task in mind.

"Johnny." She cried out, "Please I'm begging you. Move." She pushed her hips up again, pouting when he grabbed her waist and slammed her back onto the mattress. Johnny admired the deep maroon mark blooming on her neck, momentarily glancing at the red teeth marks on the other shoulder.

"Can't handle a little restraint, can you?" He growled at her with the brunt of his rage. "Hold fucking still, (Y/N). You need to learn how to listen." He pulled back till he was barely inside her.

"Johnny." She whispered, bringing both her arms to his waist in a desperate attempt to pull him back.

"Hands above your head." He ordered, jaw flexing.

Finally, (Y/N) opened her eyes. Her gaze laced with impatient anger aimed at him, irritable and undeniably open. Johnny took in a triumphant breath.

"If you're in the mood to boss someone around Sir, I suggest you go look for your blonde friend." A deep frown etched her face after a moment's consideration. One that made him realise that the meaning of the words was lost to her till she uttered them.

Johnny's lips twitched, the words making his chest stir in a way that was entirely new.

"And leave you hanging?" He taunted her, his hips still absolutely still while he remained inside her.

"Doyoung's still here." She tilted her chin up to catch his eye, "I wonder if you'll let me do this to you in front of your pretty friend. You sound better than me when you beg, you know?" She sighed.

Johnny reached for her chin, grabbing it tight and turning her head back to him.

"Eyes on me, pet. Do you think I didn't notice the little stunt you pulled before? Kissing me for her to see?" Johnny questioned, smiling when her brows raised in surprise. "Do you think I'm stupid? I just let you get away with these things. You are my favourite little slut after all." His hold tightened as he pushed back into her slowly, earning a guttural groan.

"My pretty friend would enjoy your little games. Probably more than I do. How about next time?" He raised a brow. Johnny let her chin go but she said nothing, eyes focused on him.

"You should call her now." Doyoung chimed in, reminding Johnny of his presence.

"Shut up Doyoung. Shut the fuck up, you stupid cuck." She snapped, eyes on Johnny despite who she spoke at. It made Johnny feel like the words were aimed at him.

Finally, Johnny could be certain that they were on the same boat. He pulled back out of her and slammed in faster, her head falling back.

"Fuck you, John." She writhed under him.

"You are." He replied, breathing turning harsh as he finally let go, pace getting brutal with each thrust. "Doing an exceptional job too." He reached over to kiss her chin. "Look at me?" He murmured, lips sliding over hers.

"Johnny." Her voice held a tepid warning.

"Eyes on me, kitten." He ordered, slowing down his pace to emphasise the demand.

She forced her eyes open and Johnny wasted no time moulding his lips over hers. He winced when he grabbed her hair a little harder but didn't break his kiss, watching her impossibly furious gaze with a sense of accomplishment. She pressed her tongue over him just to prove a point and Johnny smiled, pulling away from the kiss entirely.

"I forgot how hot you are when you're pissed." He gave her a softer smile, leaving a quick kiss at the corner of her mouth.

"God, Johnny just fucking shut up. I want to come." She snapped, hitting his chest as her eyes glazed over again. He pulled closer to her, leaving soft kisses all over her face. "Please, Johnny." She added with a softer voice.

"Just a little longer." He whispered the promise smiling when she shook her head in refusal. "You're doing so well for me, kitten. So perfect." He slowly built up his pace again, hand brushing her hair to soothe her discontent. "Just so perfect for me." He added, looking over her face one last time before burying his head into her neck. His breath stuttered when she slid her hand down his spine.

"I always knew you were the suit and tie kind." Johnny heard Doyoung scoff in the background, a distant sound to his ears behind her soft grunts close to him.

"How does it feel?" Johnny asked her, kissing the base of her ear. His voice was just loud enough for her to hear.

"So good. Always, always so fucking good, John." She squirmed, voice sounding like a low sob. "You drive me crazy." She sighed, immediately gasping when he wrapped a leg around his waist.

"Want to come?" He sighed into the mattress.

"Please, Sir." She moaned, making him smile.

"Close?" He left feather-light kisses on her neck. She nodded.

Johnny began rutting into her with exact jolts and a string of curses along with his name left her lips. It only spurred him on.

"God, Johnny." A shrill shriek left her as her muscles went rigid, her walls rapidly convulsing around him, driving him insane. Johnny grit his teeth, helping ride out her high without giving into his own impending release.

"I'm going to come on you." He announced, "I always wanted to know how you'd look marked with my come all over you." He pulled out of her quickly, groaning when she gave him a tired nod. As badly as Johnny wanted to aim at her face, he refrained. Jerking himself off onto her stomach instead.

(Y/N) watched as Johnny slowly slid off the bed, so tired that she really couldn't think of how she felt about what had passed. Even if she wanted to. Still, her chest stirred a little when she was reminded of the look in Johnny's eyes. One that looked so close to being enraged.

"You should go clean up." Johnny spoke, giving her a small smile.

"Yes, I should." She spoke, her limbs not agreeing to the pursuit. Johnny smirked like he sensed it, her stomach twisting again despite the sinking exhaustion.

"That was so hot." Doyoung broke the silence, making her roll her eyes. He was relentless.

Johnny slowly looked up, away from her to him. "I guess I owe you." He said as he slipped his pants back on.

She finally sat up, reaching over to grab tissues to wipe herself off. She considered her next steps as Johnny walked over to where Doyoung sat. She gave in to the impulsive part of her mind that seemed to exist only for the two men in the room with her, turning to look.

Just as she did, Johnny sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning over to reach Doyoung.

"Are you really a cuck?" Johnny asked, voice lacking any malice. In fact, his voice lacked anything but objective intrigue.

Doyoung's head fell back when Johnny's thumb brushed over his tip. "Are you?" He managed to get out. Johnny grabbed his shaft so hard in response that (Y/N) winced on Doyoung's behalf. But like she expected, he loved it, laughing instead.

Johnny started too fast, too soon and she heard herself clicking her tongue.

"Slower. He deserves some agony." She spoke, not cowering away when Johnny turned his gaze to her.

"Bitch." Doyoung said playfully, forehead creasing when Johnny did what he was told. "Don't listen to her, be your own man." Doyoung told Johnny.

"I always listen to her." Johnny shrugged. The words made her chest stir a little more.

Doyoung hummed, lifting his head back up to look at her. "What are you punishing me for?"

"Nothing at all. I'm just enjoying the view." She spoke, still sitting on the other end of the bed.

Doyoung smirked, "Sometimes I think you believe your own lies."

She took in a sharp breath, "Doyoung loves being told what a good boy he's being. Don't you, good boy? Trying so hard not to come when your pretty little cock is blue from the lack of attention." She retaliated.

"He really is a good boy." Johnny squeezed his dick, "Watching me fuck you without touching himself even once. I'm impressed, Rockstar. You have more patience than your friend does." He twisted his fist, making Doyoung gasp.

"Everybody has more patience than (Y/N)." Doyoung gave Johnny a wink, propping his head up.

"You should have taught her better manners." Johnny clicked his tongue.

"I'm still here." She frowned, not getting a response from either of them.

"Impossible. You can try your best, though." Doyoung gave him a secretive look, scoffing.

Johnny smirked at the words, "I would say I do a decent job." He turned to look at her, "Don't you agree, kitten?" She bit her lip, earning a short chuckle from him.

"You are trying your best." She shrugged. Doyoung laughed at the statement.

"You'd claw my dick out if I made you beg, so I'd say he's succeeding. I'm almost a little hurt, (Y/N). I've never heard you say please." Doyoung hip bucked and it brought her attention back to Johnny's hand, where he began pumping him with a steady rhythm.

"Are you enjoying this?" Johnny asked, and despite his gaze aimed at Doyoung, she just knew the words were for her.

"Yes." She answered. "You're so hot like this." She whispered, gut flipping just as she spoke.

"Then I guess we're all cucks." Doyoung laughed, groaning when Johnny pressed his thumb over his tip.

"Shut up." Both of them told him at the same time, (Y/N)'s voice was a little more annoyed than Johnny's.

"Will you come home with me?" Johnny asked her.

"Of course." She responded immediately. With a satisfied hum, Johnny increased his pace.

"Time to come, pretty boy. I need some sleep." Johnny told him, earning a quick compliant nod from Doyoung that made her lips twitch.

Johnny could make anyone obedient, she realised.

An afflicted groan left Doyoung's lips as he finally came. (Y/N) watched as his release dripped into Johnny's hand, ignoring the heat pooling in her core all over again. Johnny pumped him dry before pulling away.

Doyoung left the club with mixed feelings, reaching for his phone to drop Yuta a text announcing that he won the wager. His lips tugged when his phone rang.

"Which wager is this?" Yuta said the moment he answered.

"I told you it's not just a quick fuck. He's her type." Doyoung scoffed, focusing on the glory of being right.

"Who?" Yuta responded, making Doyoung sigh.

"(Y/N)." He shrugged.

"Oh." Yuta said, "You okay?" He added immediately, making Doyoung frown.

"Of course. You owe me a new car." Doyoung reminded Yuta, making him groan.

"Remind me never to make a bet when I'm high." He sighed. "Why do you even want a Tesla dude? It's such a banker's car."

"I'm eco-friendly." Doyoung shrugged.

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thechangeling · 4 years ago

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Say my name or I won't survive

This is an extension of my headcannon for non binary Kit. He uses he/they pronouns. Kit comes out to Jessa as nonbinary.

Tw: mentions of transphobia/enbyphobia

A lot had happened since that conversation with Magnus. Kit usually didn't like to make a habit out of breaking down in people's arms. But it had become clear in that moment that they needed to talk to someone. That they needed to face the things they had been pushing down, trying to avoid.

Kit was currently standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom. Magnus had let them take some clothes that had been magically altered to fit Kit. Just so he could experiment with wearing them.

So far he hadn't made it out of his room wearing a dress or a skirt, but Kit was trying to take baby steps. Well mostly they were just scared. Scared of what Jem and Tessa would say.

Scared of what everyone would say. Like what if he was just making everything up? Or maybe he was just confused? Shadowhunters were big on tradition. Asking people to use different pronouns for Kit and stop using his full name might be a challenge for some people.

Like Jace, their brain supplied.

Kit stared at their reflection on the mirror. Magnus had started teaching them how to apply makeup and experiment with it. Kit confessed that when they were younger they used to steal eyeliner and lipstick from drug stores and put it on when Johnny was otherwise occupied. Kit was still no where near Magnus's level of talent but they were pretty good.

Kit had done simple makeup today, not looking for anything too crazy, just a little mascara to make his eyes pop and concealer to cover his light bruising from training. He hadn't wanted to look too girly during this conversation, he figured it was better to ease Tessa and Jem into this whole thing.

Also Kit didn't always feel like looking too girly, even though as Magnus constantly reminded them, clothes and makeup didnt have a gender. They liked playing around with different concepts, different styles. The societal ideas of femininity and masculinity were just that, ideas. There were no real rules, not when Kit stopped playing the game.

They stared at themself in the vanity mirror, trying to think of exactly what Kit was going to say to Jem and Tessa. Just saying the words, "I'm nonbinary" didn't seem good enough. They felt like they needed to give a proper explanation of their feelings and experiences or else they would be accused of faking it.

The urge to prove ones validly, the need to make sure people knew he was real and he wasnt crazy, it was more importent then anything. It was infuriating. Knowing that his experiences could be so easily dismissed as delusional feelings.

Not trans enough. Not cis enough. Not gay enough. Not straight enough. Kit's mere existence was a controversy on it's own. It was exhausting enough to make Kit want to abandon the whole idea of coming out again all together. Maybe it was easier just to smile and nod everytime someone misgendered them. Ignore the clenching of their stomach and the punch to the chest that came with it.

Smile and nod and be the man he was meant to be. But he had been doing that for 18 years and he couldn't survive it much longer. Kit needed to come out. People needed to acknowledge his reality and use the proper pronouns for him.

Or else Kit was going to wither away, shrivel up into something unrecognizable. A shell of their former self. They were going to die if they had to hear "Christopher" one more time.

The only time it was tolerable was when Ty said it. Kit could almost pretend that he could be the person Ty thought he was, if it would make Ty happy. He used to think that he could let himself wither away and die as long as Ty was ok. As long as Ty was safe and happy.

But that wasnt ok. That wasnt fair. Kit deserved to be safe and happy as well. One of the things they had learned with Jem and Tessa was that Kit deserved to put themself first sometimes. Kit deserved good things despite what Johnny Rook had made them believe. Kit wanted Ty to be ok. They wanted Ty in general.

But Kit needed this.

He took a deep breath and exited his room, heading downstairs to the kitchen where Jem was cooking breakfast and Tessa was trying to get Mina to settle down. Everyone looked up as soon as Kit entered the room.

"Kitty!!!" Mina screamed excitedly, waving her arms around. Tessa shushed her fondly, scolding her for yelling.

"Good morning Christopher," Jem said with kind a smile. "How did you sleep?"

Kit tried to ignore the way their stomach clenched at the sound of their birth name. Dead name, their brain supplied. They needed to tell Tessa and Jem. Kit slid into a nearby chair with a heavy sigh.

"I need to talk to you guys about something," he muttered, trying not to sound too nervous or dejected. Tessa and Jem shared a worried glance.

"Is everything alright Kit?" Tessa asked sparing Mina a glance, probably wondering if she should be removing her from this conversation. Kit shut his eyes briefly and took a breath.

"Yeah I hope so. I just need to tell you something," Kit ran their fingers through their curls. Jem and Tessa watched them, waiting patiently. Kit tried to ignore the shakiness of their breath and the way their palms.

"Here's the thing," Kit began. "You might not get it but I need to ask you to respect it ok?

He didn't wait for their responses. "I'm nonbinary. Which basically means that I'm neither male nor female. I'm something else, something seperate. I don't know I guess I just think of myself as a person who doesn't really have much of a gender," he was staring at the tabletop refusing to make eye contact. "It's just sort of like, if you think of the colour spectrum as gender, I would be a blurry watercolour. A mixture if all kinds of different things and sometimes some colours are more vibrant then others. And then sometimes it's just gray."

Kit wasnt sure if any of this was really making any sense but they knew they had to try. Jem and Tessa were both still silent. Mina was happily chomping down on her breakfast and ignoring all of them. Kit took this as a sign to continue.

"I don't exactly know why I'm like this or how I know. But maybe there are some things that you just can't explain. You just know. Like I know that the sun will set and then rise again tommorow and I know that I love you guys," Kit voice faltered at the last part. He looked up at Tessa and Jem, panicked over seeing their reactions.

But they were both just staring at Kit with huge, loving smiles on their faces. Kit's breathing slowly began to return to normal but their hands were still shaking. Tessa csne towards them slowly, grasping Kit's hand in hers.

"Baby it's ok," she cooed. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. It's just like we told you when you first came out as bisexual, we will always love you no matter what." Jem nodded.

"I have admit this whole thing is rather fascinating," Jem chimed in with a smile. "I've never heard the term before." Kit fought the urge to remind him that two weeks ago he had never heard of playstation, but decided against it.

Mina was paying attention to them now and she was smiling at Kit. "No bany!" She cried excitedly. Kit couldn't help it, he through his head back and laughed. Mina scowled at him slightly. "Not quite Min-Min," Kit told her playfully.

"Do you have different pronouns that you would like us to use?" Tessa asked. Kit's heart fluttered at the question. They didn't actually think either Tessa or Jem would think to ask.

Kit cleared their throat. "Yeah do you think you guys could use alternating he/they pronouns for me? Like use he in one sentence and then use they?" Kit instantly felt kind of guilty for complicating things further. "I'm sorry I know that's kind of confusing."

Jem shook his head, "no it's fine! We just want you to feel comfortable." Tessa nodded in agreement. "Is there anything else?" Kit pulled Mina's hands off of their shirt. She had begun to tug and pull out of boredom.

Kit nodded. "Yeah do you think you could stop calling me Christopher please?" He hoped he didn't sound to harsh. There was something so guilt inducing about having to ask for these things. It felt like Kit was making unneccessary demands. But he wasn't. He had every right to.

Jem instantly looked sheepish. "I'm so sorry Kit," he said softly. Tessa looked guilty too. Kit shook their head.

"Its ok. You didn't know. Just don't do it anymore ok?" Kit felt significantly lighter, like a giant weight had been lifted off of their shoulders. They slid out of their stool to walk around to the other side of the kitchen island and hug both Jem and Tessa.

Kit knew it wouldn't always be this easy. He knew that this life would be complicated and difficult, but it would also be full of exploration and freedom.

Kit would always have a place he belonged.

"I am also a we."

- Sense 8

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#tsc #tda #the dark artifices #kit herondale #twp #the wicked powers #tw slight discussion of transphobia #tw internalized enbyphobia

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boymeetsweevil · 5 years ago

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in your court

Grouping: Reader x B-ball player!Jaehyun (feat. BFF!Hyuck)

Word Count: ~10.8k

Warnings/Themes: Two idiots in love, oc is scary when mad, hyuck is crafty always, jae is a bit intense but he’s just trying his best, gratuitous descriptions of dimples, a kiss!!! sfw!

Prompt: “awkward!oc with his basketball teammate jaehyun. Honestly anything with bff!haechan.”

“Make sure you don’t make it look shaky.”

Donghyuck puts the phone camera close to his face so he can better see your handiwork through the video call. He looks a bit like a fish, but you can’t see him because you’re focused on the mirror in front of you.

“Remind me why I’m being forced to do this?”

“Because I’m your best friend and I deserve a sign just as much as Jisung and Johnny.”

You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes so you don’t mess up the number 14 you’re drawing carefully onto your cheek in eyeliner. Although you hate to see good makeup go to waste, you’re trying to be a better friend while also trying not to accidentally write the number backwards. It’s Donghyuck’s new number this season and he begged you to show some team spirit despite the fact that you normally mix with sports the same way oil mixes with water. The last time you showed up at practice was the first day of the season and you fell from the third courtside bleacher after Donghyuck called you over to introduce you to a cute new walk-on team member. If anything, just being around sports is dangerous for you.

A minute later, you sneeze while holding the pencil and draw a huge line straight through all your hard work. Donghyuck literally screams and you hang up the call to focus. When you finally finish redrawing on the side of your face, there’s half an hour left before the first home game of the spring season starts. You grab the matching construction paper sign you made earlier, complete with a huge gold glitter 14, and head out the door. Taeyong is supposed to pick you up so you can make it to the gym on time. He’s the only other friend you have who is remotely associated with sports and that’s only because he’s dating one of the players, Doyoung.

The ticket Donghyuck gave you days ago places you near the court’s side with a near-perfect view. You settle in and wait for the game to begin. The team is already out on half of the court, doing some light warmup tosses and making the occasional mean eye at the visiting team practicing on the other half. You catch your best friend’s eye and he lights up when he sees the sign and eyeliner drawing.

“Check me out, Hyuck!”

You turn to give him a full view of your profile, subtly proud of your skills.

“Look at you,” he drawls as he jogs over to you, “You know, I think this is the best your eyeliner has ever looked.”

“God, you’re so annoying.”

You try your best to cast an elbow at him without disturbing the still slightly wet glitter on the sign. When you nearly take out the old man sitting directly in front of you, you settle for flipping him off.

“Wait,” Taeyong peers at the sign, “Aren’t you—”

“I think Doyoung said he was looking for you. Something about wanting a good luck kiss.”

Taeyong narrows his eyes but still stands up to go look for said boyfriend. Doyoung’s not the nervous type, but he’s also not the type to say no to some pre-game affection. You watch Taeyong disappear towards the locker room while Donghyuck steps over some of the fans already seated and takes the now open spot next to you.

“Hey,” he says with no trace of humor in his voice any longer. “Promise you’ll still be my friend after this game?”

You place the sign on your lap and turn to look at your friend. Lately the coach has been pushing him harder and you suppose it’s starting to wear down his usual confidence. With the hand that’s not covered in little golden glitter flecks, you reach down to rub his shoulder.

“Of course I will, Hyuck. And even if you guys don’t win tonight, I’m still taking you to get food after. My treat.”

It was supposed to be a rare moment of sincere friendliness. But this seems to distress him further because he looks down at your hand on his arm and then groans before covering his face in his hands. You’re confused but you don’t have any time to ask him what’s up. A few of his teammates walk over then.

“Sorry to break up the love fest, but Coach wants us to do some stretches before the whistle,” team captain Johnny says, gesturing to the other side of the gym where some other players are already contorting themselves.

Behind Johnny stands that new walk-on. The one you fell on your face in front of. He takes in your temporary face tattoo and overly detailed sign and smirks, allowing a dimple to wink at you. You can only hope to every deity in the universe that he doesn’t remember the way you first met.

“Hey,” he smiles good-naturedly. “Glad to see you made it here in one piece.”

“Thank you,” you say with way too much sincerity.

It’s enough to knock Donghyuck out of his bad mood and make him snort loudly beside you. The new guy smiles a bit wider, revealing a twin dimple. You look away.

“Don’t get too friendly, Jung,” Donghyuck says with fake menace in his voice. “There’s only room for one Dream Team member in her life, and that’s me.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you guys were—”

“We’re just friends,” you blurt out before looking down at the fascinating liver spots on the old man’s head in front of you.

“Yeah, she wishes.”

“I definitely don’t,” you snap.

He sticks his tongue out at you. “Well, I’m glad you don’t.”

“Guys, come on!” Johnny calls a moment before the coach’s whistle blows to give a final warning.

As they walk over to the side of the gym you curse yourself for acting so weird in front of that Jung kid. If he didn’t think you were a dope when you tripped over nothing the first time you met, you’re certain he thinks you have the charms of a 13 year-old boy by now. The only thing that snaps you out of it is the fact that Donghyuck is in a time of distress and clearly needs his friend.

With squared shoulders and a new sense of duty, you try your hardest to be the world’s best cheerleader. You’re not really sure how sports work, basketball included. The game itself turns out to be really fun. Even though you’re not quite sure what’s happening. Taeyong sends you a text with a picture of your own mildly confused face contorted into a pout as you raise your handmade sign a moment too late, after everyone has already sat back down. But eventually you figure it out after enough times of standing when people around you wearing school colors stand up first. You know enough to cheer every time Donghyuck takes the ball to the basket and boo loudly every time he gets knocked down or his shot misses. In fact, you get so into it that you catch yourself cheering for other players. You even make the mistake of cheering once for new kid Jung but immediately stop when he catches a glimpse of you in the stands and shoots you a beaming smile.

They win by a small margin, thanks to a 3 pointer Johnny shot in the first half of the game. By the time that happens, you feel like you have a good feel for the game. You don’t have to wait for the other fans from your school to stand up when the last buzzer rings, and you instinctively run out onto the court with the rest of them as the final score settles. There’s adrenaline and joy pushing you into Donghyuck’s arms. He’s genuinely surprised but welcomes the greeting, spinning you lightly while he laughs.

“Congrats on the first win of the season,” you shout when you finally pull back. He lets you squish his cheeks in excitement. Doyoung ambles over then, looking for Taeyong. You offer him congratulations as well.

“Thanks,” he smirks a bit as he takes in your large sign and the slightly smudged 14 on your cheek. “Shouldn’t Jaehyun be the first to hear it, though?”

You raise a confused brow.

“Shouldn’t I be the first to hear what?”

You can’t help the way you stumble back against Donghyuck at the deep sound of Jung—no— Jaehyun’s voice. He looks pleased. Probably with the outcome of their first game.

“I was just saying you should get the first ‘congrats’,” Doyoung explains, nodding in your direction. Jaehyun blinks, but takes it in stride.

“I’d be glad to receive it,” he says with a grin. His dimples pop out even more than usual under the sheen of sweat and the glow from the fluorescents. “So, what’d you think? How’d I do?”

You have no idea why but your heart is beating like it’ll fly out of your chest. It takes everything in you to muster up a cool and natural response.

“You throw good.”

Donghyuck, the traitor that he is, gets sent into a cackling fit. If you listen carefully, between the gasps for air and the hyena-pitched giggles you can hear him calling you a dork. You’d turn to yell at him, but he’s right. Doyoung barely covers up his own laughter while leaning on Donghyuck’s shoulder to try to disguise the sound as a series of coughs. But Jaehyun merely smiles down at his shoes as if he’s somehow moved by your clunky words.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“No, I feel like I did well today thanks to your little sign.”

“The sign? Oh. Actually, this is for—”

In that moment you realize two things. The first is that Jaehyun’s jersey has a big 14 emblazoned on the front of it. Just like the one you spent 10 whole minutes drawing onto your right cheek. And the one you spent 2 hours glittering the night before. The second is that you aren’t nearly as observant as you thought you were. Then you realize a third thing: Donghyuck is slowly creeping away from you as it all clicks together in your head.

When you turn to face your friend, the color has already drained out of his neck. He can see the wheels turning in your head and he raises his hands in a placating gesture, but you cut him off before he can even start. Grabbing at his jersey you make him turn around until you can see the white number 6 emblazoned on the fabric. It’s the same number he had last season, and the season before that.

“Just to clarify,” you begin with an unsettlingly calm voice, “When you asked me earlier if I would still be your friend after the game, you were talking about this, right?”

Donghyuck’s eyes go wide and dart around anywhere but your face. “You know what? I think you’re thinking of my brother, Hyongduck. We look a lot alike, so it’s an honest mistake.”

The coach calling him over in that moment is the only thing that keeps you from eviscerating him on the court with so many witnesses. You let him go, but not without him having to un-pry your fingers from his jersey. Jaehyun watches on with amusement in his eyes and you remember that he saw you nearly Hulk out on your friend.

“So, you actually didn’t know my number was 14?”

You shake your head, “I thought it was Hyuck’s.”

“I see.”

He tilts his head again, with eyes narrowed he looks you over before looking past you to where Donghyuck has finally made it to locker room safety.

“Well,” he fiddles with the chain around his neck, “I’m kind of sad the sign isn’t actually mine.”

“Oh. I mean, you can keep it if you want.”

Jaehyun’s head ducks down a second time, shaking his head at the ground like he heard something funny that you couldn’t hear. He does take the sign out of your hands though. With slow hands, he wraps the construction paper up until all the remaining glitter is safely tucked away.

“What about that one?”

“What do you mean?”

He points at his own cheek to mirror yours. You had forgotten all about the 14 you drew on your face to go with the sign.

“I don’t—I don’t know if you can wrap this one up, you know” you laugh stiltedly.

“Yeah. But I could always take a bit for the road. May I?”

All you can do is let out an eloquent ‘huh’ before he’s reaching out then and swiping away at some of the eyeliner that had moved around during the game. The drag of the pad of his thumb across your cheek should be completely harmless. Donghyuck has been infinitely rougher with his handling of you; one of the privileges of close friendship. And yet it’s this soft touch that has your breath leaving you like he punched it out of you. You swear the corner of his mouth raises, but it could be a trick of the light.

“What are you doing after—”

“I gotta go, sorry. Good game,” you toss over your shoulder before pulling your phone up to your ear like you’re taking a sudden phone call.

No one has to know that you spend the next few minutes dunking your head under one of the running faucets in an empty locker room to cool your heated face.

---

Nearly 20 minutes later, Donghyuck is tiptoeing out of the men’s locker room. He doesn’t notice the shadow waiting for him. When he deems the coast all clear, he opens up his messaging app and shoots you a text asking for your whereabouts.

“I’m right here.”

He jumps nearly 3 feet in the air before letting the scream that built in his throat turn into a whine. You’re just barely visible in the dark corner of the gym. If he squints you look a bit like his sleep paralysis demon.

“You scared me,” he says as he takes a step back only to hit a wall.

“Funny how that happens.”

You pull out your phone, stilling standing in the dark, and let the light from your phone cast eerie shadows across your face. Donghyuck gulps audibly as he watches you type slowly in response to his text. The sound of his phone notification moments later sounds deafening in the otherwise silent space.

You (21:39) - Run.

“Look, let’s talk this out like adults.” His hands come up, palms exposed like you’re a feral animal.

“I knew you weren’t number 14,” your voice is steady and devoid of emotion as you take a step towards him.

“Then you shouldn’t have fallen for it—shit. Wait!”

He trips in his haste to get away from you and falls. You foot lands dangerously close to his face as you come to stand in over him and he grimaces.

“Please don’t kill me, I’ll do anything.”

“Why did you tell me your number was Jaehyun’s number? Make it good and maybe I’ll let you live.”

“I just felt like it.”

“What the hell!”

“I’m serious.”

“Wrong answer, Hyuck.”

With that, you wriggle a foot free from one of your sneakers and shove your socked foot over his nose. You’ve been wearing the shoes all day and, because you forgot to do laundry the night before, the socks are recycled. The sound of Donghyuck’s cries for help make you slightly better and you smile softly to yourself.

You would think that Donghyuck would have learned his lesson about not causing chaos in your life after a face-full of foot. But you should know that it’s practically his job description after knowing him for as long as you have. Sometimes you love that about him and sometimes you kind of hate him for it. This time, you hate him for it.

Donghyuck prefaces the outing as a way of apologizing for tricking you. Normally you would have been slightly more critical. The first thing to tip you off should have been the fact the “apology" in question was coming almost two and a half weeks after the fateful jersey swap accident. The second thing should have been that the “apology” was coming in the form of a trip to a very specific tea house you don’t frequent because you’re not a tea person. And Donghyuck knows this. Because he knows everything else about you. Like which sweatpants you wear when you’re feeling bloated or when you just need a hug. But mainly you should have known something was up because it was Donghyuck. When he feels like he should do something, there’s no stopping him.

“What do you want to order,” he asks while holding the front door open for you to pass through.

“A smoothie.”

“It’s a damn tea house, order something normal.”

“A smoothie is normal.”

“Do you order hot dogs at seafood restaurants too,” he pins you with a tired glare. You mirror the glare and add crossed arms.

“If they don’t have a smoothie, then I don’t want anything.”

You take a look around at the interior of the shop. It’s the polar opposite of the shops you usually frequent, which are all trendy with their mixes of dark, unfinished woodwork and sleek minimalist furniture. This place is almost cottage-like in the ornateness of the older architecture and the collection of kitschy antique pieces. You’re not surprised to see that a good deal of the patrons are older, some verging on elderly. There’s only a handful of people who look like they could be your peers. One of them looks oddly familiar. You can’t put your finger on it, but there’s something familiar about the way he stands and the delicate gold links laying across the back of his neck.

“Jaehyun,” Donghyuck calls a bit too excitedly, “Hey, man is that you? What are you doing here”

“You told me to meet you—” Donghyuck cuts him off with a dramatic gasp and a glance at his bare wrist.

“Aw, would you look at the time. I actually have somewhere to be right now, so I can’t stick around.”

“But you drove us here,” you whip your head around to look at him, but he coughs suddenly and looks away.

“Yeah, sorry. No time to drop you back off at your place, so I guess you have to figure that out yourself. Jae drives though. Maybe you can figure something out.”

Neither of you really know what to say. You watch silently with your mouth open in disbelief as Donghyuck turns on his heel and struts out of the tea shop exit, whistling contentedly. You suppose that if you’re the god of chaos reincarnated, all of this would feel like a good day’s work. You berate yourself for recently washing your socks.

“Good to see you again,” Jaehyun says after a beat. He shoves his hands into his pockets. “Thought I had scared you off after...yeah.”

“Oh, right. That.”

The air feels both too thick and too thin at the same time. You want to leave, every fiber of your being is screaming at you to leave before you do something weird in front of him again. But you can’t move. So you stand there, 3 feet away and not saying anything as Jaehyun looks over the large chalkboard menu hanging above the head of the older woman who is manning the front counter.

“What are you getting?”

“Me? Uh, I don’t know. I’m not really a tea person.”

“Well, what kind of person are you?”

Given the context, it’s a harmless question. But there’s a sing-songy lilt to the way he asks the question. It’s so blatant that curiosity gets the best of you and you stop purposefully avoiding looking at him. One of his dimples is out and he’s very nearly poking the tip of his tongue out at you, like he knows you’re suffering and he thinks it's funny. Almost like he’s flirting. Almost.

“I’m a smoothie person,” you finally say. “But there’s no smoothies on the menu.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“But doesn’t it say ‘no customizations’?”

There’s a sign on the edge of the counter that says just that. Despite the fact that it’s written in beautiful, looping cursive, there’s an ominous tone to the message. Like the little old lady behind the counter might actually make you into tea if you asked for a frappe or something. You’re a little worried for Jaehyun’s safety. He must sense some sort of hesitance because he brushes it off and gestures toward the rest of the shop.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it, you can go grab us a table.”

The way he says ‘us’ so casually has you tripping slightly over nothing. He’s somehow there in the nick of time to grab at your elbow in a gentlemanly fashion to help steady you. Perhaps you yank yourself out of his proximity a little too quickly. But it’s only because you really want to find a good table and you can’t do that if Jaehyun is distracting you by grabbing at your limbs.

In actuality, though, the tea shop is fairly vacant. There are a variety of tables with pressed white tablecloths and dainty tiered tea trays housing pastries. You pick one at random and sit down. Part of you really does wish you’d left when Donghyuck did. But the other part is curious to see what Jaehyun’s like when he’s away from his team and truly outside the context you usually find him in. So you compromise and watch as subtly as you can.

He seems fairly similar—all charming smiles and pretty hair while approaching the counter to talk with the lady you assume is the owner of the shop. She looks stern as she polishes some dainty bone china, but brightens when he comes to the counter. You watch in quiet awe as she reaches a hand up to pat fondly at the side of his face, most likely pinching a cheek from the angle you’re sitting at. You see him run a hand over the back of his neck which grows red after he says something to her that she must not like. Her brow grows heavy and her lips purse but he says something else then that has her directing her sharp gaze at you. You gulp and pretend you were merely admiring the tea sandwich tray on the table as opposed to spying. A wave of sudden embarrassment comes over you and you open up your phone to text Donghyuck

You (15:38) - this is a shit apology just so u know

You (15:38) - come get me plz

Hyuck (15:40) - sorry suddenly cant read dont know what that says :)

You place your phone face down onto the table and cross your arms with a huff. While trying to plan an escape that makes you look the least asshole-y possible, Jaehyun returns with the drinks. More specifically, he returns with a tall water glass in one hand that’s filled with a pale tea with fruit chunks and mint leaves sprinkled throughout. The other hand is encased in a floral appliqué oven mitt that holds the prettiest squat little teapot you’ve ever seen. It’s blue, so it doesn’t match the pastel green teacups organized on the tablecloth, but it’s still a lovely sight.

“What’s this,” you stir at the fruit in the glass with an elegant teaspoon.

“It’s a chilled fruit tea,” he explains while casually pouring himself a steaming cup of black tea. “I tried my hardest with Mrs. Li, but there was no way I was gonna get you a smoothie. This is the closest thing I could get.”

“You really didn’t have to go to all that trouble. I would have been fine with just a water. I don’t want to get you in trouble with the owner.”

“Don’t worry. I think my reputation is fine for now.”

It’s weirdly fascinating to watch him fix up his tea. As a member of a basketball team, you would have never thought he’d be a tea drinker. Let alone a tea drinker who takes heaping spoonfuls of sugar to go with a tiny splash of milk in his tea. He hums a little to himself as he stirs it all with a silver spoon that’s been crafted to look like roses are growing up the stem. When he looks up a moment later, he catches you staring at him. His eyes crinkle and they look like they did when he looked at you after shooting a 3 at the latest home game, full of quiet joy. Both then and now you’re not sure what the smile means or why it seems to be for you. You look down and realize his lips are moving.

“What?”

He chuckles at how far away you sound. “I said ‘how’s the tea?’”

“Oh, uh, I don’t know yet. I got distracted. I was...thinking.”

“Mhm.” There’s smugness practically oozing out of his thoughtful hum.

You take a sip to appease him and frantically search for something to say that won’t make it obvious that you aren’t a fan of tea, but then you stop yourself. It’s no smoothie, but it really is the next best thing. The tea is cold like a smoothie, providing the same reprieve from the sticky heat of Spring. The tea with all its macerated berries and mint leaves is sweet and thick much like a smoothie.

“This is amazing,” you peer down at the cup like you’re not sure where half the glass went.

A light weight lands on your shoulder then. “That’s very kind of you, dear. High praise coming from a non-tea-drinker.”

It takes a lot of effort not to scream and even then your eyes open comically wide and you jump in your seat. Jaehyun has to disguise his laughter at your reaction by turning away in his seat as you turn in yours to face the old lady who was at the counter.

“I’m sorry for any trouble you went to so you could make this, Mrs. Li, Ma’am. I told Jaehyun that I wanted a smoothie and he was just trying to make me feel comfortable.”

“Oh, I know. Jaehyun’s been coming to the shop since I opened it, so he should know all about my ban on requests.” Mrs. Li eyes Jaehyun as he takes an innocent sip of his tea. “He’s always been courteous about it, so I thought he must have a darn good reason for breaking my rule this time.”

Jaehyun’s hand slips while pouring a second cup, but he doesn’t say anything as Mrs. Li continues to expose him.

“Now, that reminds me. Jaehyun, my boy, I’m sorry to tell you that Kevin won’t be coming to his sessions this week. He has a dentist appointment and it can’t be helped,” she sighs and waves her hands.

“That’s alright. As long as he practices a little every day he should be in good shape and we can pick up right where we stopped.”

She nods and for a moment the serious expression on her face morphs into something softer. Patting the back of his chair, she looks over the table and then at you.

“Alright. I hope everything is to your liking, but if something does come up do feel free to tell Jaehyun. He’s a very capable young man and he knows the shop like the back of his hand. I’d better get back to work now. The silver won’t polish itself.”

You wait a few beats to be respectful, but as soon as Mrs. Li returns to her post behind the counter you gulp down the rest of your tea and lean in.

“Who’s Kevin?”

“Her 9 year old grandson. I teach him and his younger brother piano on the weekends.”

“Oh, that’s—that’s nice,” you nod coolly. At least, you hope it appears cool. Internally you’re scrambling.

Of course your best friend’s basketball teammate teaches piano to young kids. Of course he helps the elderly tea shop lady with her store. Of course he drinks sweet tea out of blue floral teacups. Of course.

He’s finally ready to go after a third cup. You’re not sure where he’s putting it all, but it seems to be a regular occurrence for him. He takes your glass from you before you can argue about your own ability to do it and walks back over to the counter. Now more than ever you wish you could read lips. He goes around the counter to wash the glass in the farmer’s sink in the back and then stops briefly to say something to Mrs. Li. She says something back with a smile that has his cheeks flaming. He leaves a bill on the counter and comes back mumbling about his tea being too hot when you stare at his face. You’re not sure how true that is given how fast he downed those cups.

When you emerge from the tea shop, the sun is shining from a different angle and the temperature has mellowed out.

“My car is a few blocks that way,” he points in the direction of the parking lot nearby.

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” Even with his soft tone, his voice is firm and you don’t try to fight him on it.

But it’s strange walking with Jaehyun silently. It feels entirely too companionable despite the fact that you don’t even know him.

“Do you...want to play 20 questions?”

He stops in his tracks, clearly not expecting you to talk without him coaxing you out of your shell. But after the initial shock fades, he nods.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“White,” he says immediately. “What’s your major?”

“Studio art. Do you play other sports?”

“Nah. Is Donghyuck your best friend?”

“Yeah, Hyuck’s my best friend.”

“Is he...protective?”

“Protective? Of what?”

“You, I guess.”

“Hyuck?” You let out a snort because the thought is just hilarious. “On the right day I’m pretty sure he’d sell me to Satan for a fresh order of sweet potato fries.”

“I see,” he purses his lips like he’s in deep thought before returning back to the present moments later. “You get two since I asked two.”

“Do you like it here, now that it’s been a while since you transferred?”

“Yeah,” he looks you in the eyes. “I like it here.”

You swallow a bit too audibly but power through and keep asking questions. It takes nearly half an hour to walk the two and a half blocks leading to the parking lot. Even after that, Jaehyun takes a scenic route back to the main campus. When he pulls up outside your dorm, you’re not sure what to say, but it feels like something should be said. The sun is near setting and he’s haloed by the dying rays as he leans on the steering wheel to make sure you make it inside.

After giving a little awkward nod, you drag yourself out of the cabin of his car. There’s only a few steps left until you reach the door when he calls out. You turn.

“So,” he trails off, drumming his hands on the steering wheel before adjusting the mirror even though he’s in park and no one is coming. “Donghyuck has, like, a million fans.”

“What?”

“I just mean that he’s been on the team for years, he has a fan base. But I’m just a transfer student, so I don’t have that. And, you know, it’s really nice to have someone to cheer for you.” He tests the waters and looks at you hesitantly before continuing. “I still have your poster.”

All you can do is blink as you realize what’s going on. Or, you think you know what’s going on. And it makes zero sense to you, but you have a habit of overthinking things anyway. You kick at a pebble near the toe of your shoe, taking some time to muster up the courage to be presumptuous in a way you’re not used to.

“I can...I can make you another sign. If you want. Or like wear your number.” He grins and in that moment it seems to outshine the fading sun. “So you don’t feel left out.”

“I’d like that.” He starts the car up then, still grinning as he looks down to shift gears and adjust all his mirrors yet again. “Tell Hyuck he doesn’t need to set aside tickets anymore.”

“Okay,” is your witty reply before turning once more with a too warm face.

He waves at your retreating back before putting the car into drive.

Everyone on the team knows that every once in a while Donghyuck likes to come to practice a lot earlier than is probably normal. It’s not strange to come in when there’s 30, 40, even 50 minutes before practice starts and find him practicing footwork or doing layups on the court alone.

Jaehyun hedges a guess that he’ll find Donghyuck in the gym a good hour before practice starts one day and is pleased to find that his intuition was correct. There’s music blasting from a portable speaker and Donghyuck is doing some of the drills the coach likes to run, but done with his non-dominant hand.

When the ball rolls to a stop and Donghyuck moves to get some water, Jaehyun announces himself.

“Hey.”

“You quitting already?”

“Not yet,” Donghyuck takes in the serious set of Jaehyun’s jaw and shoulders. “We can do a 1-on-1. If you’re up for it.”

Jaehyun nods and sheds his outer layers on the sidelines. Donghyck wonders if he’s angry about something, perhaps that about practice a few days ago where he went a little too hard on Jaehyun and bashed his cheek with an elbow during a scrimmage. He braces himself for some incoming aggression, knowing he may deserve it a little.

They settle for leaving the ball on the ground in the paint since the equipment cabinet is still locked until the coach arrives. Both of them sprint from the freethrow line, with Jaehyun grabbing the ball first. Donghyuck moves into defense easily, having been in game mode for who knows how long. Jaehyun isn’t nearly as tough in his offense as Donghyck expected. In fact, he’s playing surprisingly light.

“What’s up with you,” Donghyuck says after the first basket.

Jaehyun catches the ball after it falls from the basket, jogging it back to the starting position. Donghyuck waits for him back at the freethrow line, brows raised but otherwise silent.

“Nothing’s up. Nothing big, I mean.”

“You’re a pretty bad liar.”

The words catch Jaehyun by surprise and he stumbles a bit coming off the line. Donghyuck uses the momentary shock to his advantage and steals the ball. The point comes easy as he basically runs a circle around his competitor.

“Since I won that point, why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you?”

Donghyuck doesn’t bother going back to the freethrow line and instead goes back to dribbling practice. His rhythm is slow with his off hand, but steady. Better than Jaehyun’s with his off hand.

“Do you believe in bro code?”

Donghyuck snorts. “I guess. You’re not gonna ask me for my mom’s phone number, are you?”

“No. Not your mom’s,” Jaehyun trails off.

Instantly Donghyuck knows what this is about. Or who. Your face flashes in his mind and he has to bite his own cheek to keep from laughing. Being your best friend gives him exclusive access to just how awkward you can be. But the fact that Jaehyun resorted to all this buildup is kind of hilarious.

“Aw, you guys are cute.”

“What?” Jaehyun’s cheeks grow pink. “Why is this cute?”

“Look, you don’t need to ask me first or do whatever this is. I’m not her keeper. And I’m not gonna sabotage you, either.” Jaehyun’s shoulders lose some of their squared off edge.

“Okay,” he nods. “Thanks, man.”

“I could use a favor, though.”

“Oh. What is it?”

“I have a meeting with Coach after practice today. But I also really need to pick something up at the stationery store before tomorrow. Can you go pick it up for me?”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Cool. I’ll text you the details later.”

---

Jaehyun arrives at the stationery store with his phone in hand. The note from Donghyuck mentions some special set of paints with a foreign-sounding name. As he walks through the aisles of the little store, Jaehyun wonders who the paints are for. The note also mentioned that they were a gift for someone, but it doesn’t say who the someone is.

It takes a few laps around the store, and by the time he spots the little nook for the brand, the store owner's voice had already sounded through the overhead speakers to say that the shop would be closing soon. He grabs the last box left and quietly rejoices. Donghyuck had bartered your number for the price of running the errand. If Jaehyun could get the paints, then he could get the number. The odd part was that Donghyuck had mentioned something about Jaehyun possibly not even needing to ask him for the number if he played his cards right. Originally he had shrugged the comment off, but it did raise the hairs on the back of his neck a bit. There’s something about Donghyuck that feels akin to a cartoon villain, but Jaehyun can’t put his finger on it.

“Checking out?”

“Yeah,” he hands the shop attendant the container of paints.

The attendant tries to scan the barcode, but a strange sound comes from the machine.

“I think something’s wrong with the barcode. If you can wait right here, I’ll go get another one to scan and give you that one instead.”

“Oh. That was actually the last one left.”

“I see.” The attendant presses some keys on the computer before nodding. “I think we should have a reference code in that backroom. I can go get that and punch it in manually if that’s okay.”

“If it’s not too much trouble, that would be great.”

The attendant assures him it’ll only be a moment before leaving the counter and disappearing into the back of the store. Jaehyun waits patiently while leaning on the counter when the bell to the front door of the shop rings. Another customer has come in right before closing, and the sound of their labored breathing makes it clear that they know they’re cutting it close. The footsteps fade out and then grow louder once more after a few minutes. He takes a glance over his shoulder to see you standing a little bit behind him.

“Oh. Hi. H-hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” Jaehyun turns completely and sets his phone on the counter. “What brings you here?”

“I’m just grabbing some paint. I ran out a few days ago and I have some big projects coming up.”

“That’s funny. I’m doing the same thing.”

“Do you paint,” your eyes grow a little bigger with the prospect. At the sight of your small smile, Jaehyun wishes he could paint for the first time ever.

“No, but I’d like to learn.” And it’s never been true before, but he means it in that moment.

“Well, I could—”

“Sorry for the delay,” the shop attendant comes jogging back from the backroom. “Another employee had the reference book, so I had to spend some time to hunt it down. But you should be all set now.”

Jaehyun sends an apologetic smile your way before turning back to finish checking out. Once he’s done, even though he’s on a tight schedule with this favor, he hangs back.

“—I’m sorry but we sold out of the Neo Color Technology paints. If you’d like, we can give you a call when the next shipment comes in, but there’s a two-week wait.”

“Ah, really? Okay.”

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek as you think about what you’ll do now. The idea of continuing some of your projects with a new set of paints that could have a completely different set of hues makes you nervous. You just perfected the shade of green you needed at the base for your huge forest study. Now you’d have to start from scratch.

Jaehyun is trying his hardest not to eavesdrop, but the odd paint name catches his attention. It’s the same one he just bought, per Donghyuck’s request.

“You can have mine,” he blurts out. “I’m the one who bought the last ones. But I obviously don’t need them like you do.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please, take them.”

Jaehyun hands you the bag. The smile you offer him in return is brilliant.

“I’ll pay you back.”

“God, no. Don’t worry about it.”

“Then, let me buy you a tea or something at least.” You hand him your phone. “Here, put your number in and you can pick a day. I’ll pay.”

So Jaehyun takes your phone and inputs his number. A moment later he gets a text from you, clarifying that it’s you. He feels victorious for a moment and then confused. Here he is, getting your number without having to ask, just like Donghyuck himself had mentioned. He’s getting this number because he gave you, Donghyuck’s friend, some paints. Paints that Donghyuck asked him to buy, as a gift to a mysterious friend.

Maybe Donghyuck is less like a villain and more like a twisted fairy godmother.

This little dance you keep doing with Jaehyun is strange, to say the least.

It felt odd to copy the number 14 onto your cheek for the first time knowing who it would really be for. And it felt weird to get so used to doing it that you can now copy the stencil in with practiced ease using the face paint you bought specifically for the occasion, no longer worrying about accidentally writing it backwards. All the while, you can barely make eye contact with him after a game, although you can practically feel the weight of his gaze when you make a beeline for Donghyuck after the last buzzer rings. And you can see the way his hand tugs at the gold chain around his neck as he approaches you cautiously. And you can hear the disappointment in his tone when he asks if you’re going to the house parties thrown by one of the players that typically follow the games only to hear you say no each time.

Another few weeks later finds you trying to make it through midterms. Donghyuck being a literature major means his midterms schedule is always different from yours. This time his midterms end much earlier, a few days earlier to be exact. You’re left to suffer through late night crunches to finish up paintings for one of your crits. Photoshopping some pieces for your digital art class leaves you so busy you don’t even register what’s going on around you.

“It’s my turn to host the post-game party,” he says after letting himself into your apartment one day. He drops the spare keyring reserved for him in the dish near the front door.

“Mhm.”

“But I feel like it would be a nice change to have it here.” When he makes a big show of dropping the takeout he brought you, you don’t even flinch at the sound of it hitting the table you’ve taken over.

“Sounds good,” is all you say as you try to find the one layer out of the 25 you had that you were looking for.

“Great, so I’ll probably stop by on Friday with stuff before the game to set up and then the team can just come through afterwards.”

“Sure.”

“Don’t hate me,” he places a kiss on the top of your head before wrinkling his nose when he smells your unwashed hair. “And don’t work yourself too hard, either.”

“Yeah...definitely.”

Friday comes by and you’re still working, so you have to skip the actual game itself. In the brief window of free time you had that morning, you wonder if you should text Jaehyun again so you can tell him you won’t be coming or bringing your little hand stenciled 14. But you decide against it. It’s a big game and he doesn’t need to be bogged down by unnecessary texts.

You’re actually away at your first crit when Donghyuck stops by again, this time with party supplies. When you come back, you barely register the mountain of beers and cheap wines sitting in your kitchen. All you want to do is sleep like the dead for a few hours. As you zombie walk to your room, you swear you hear him call to you to ask if he can store his balloons in the sink. With your last two brain cells you figure he must have said something else and you were just too tired to actually comprehend it.

Hours later, bass blaring through the thin walls of your place wakes you from your slumber. The details of your conversation with Donghyuck a few days prior come flooding back just as you pick up your pepper spray to drive out what you thought were home intruders. You leave your weapon behind and open your door just slightly. The music washes over you, louder now that the seal to your bedroom has been broken.

There’s plenty of voices coming outside that accompany the music. Even a few errant screams make it inside and to your ears. Courtesy of Chenle, no doubt. A few more brave steps outside your room and a glance out of the hallway window lets you know that you didn’t mishear Donghyuck. You see several of the guys chucking water balloons at one another on the grass outside. The pile of little teardrop-shaped balloons is admirably large and it becomes clear that they’ll be doing this for a while.

You’re not in the mood to get soaked or get mosquito bites just so you can seem friendly. After all, the party is being hosted in your apartment complex. That’s friendly enough, you reason. Once you’ve done a quick sweep through the rest of the apartment to make sure nothing is stolen, stained, or broken, you return to your room to get ready for bed properly. It takes a while because you have to wash your hair on top of everything else after receiving a very strongly worded text from Donghyuck.

While in your bathroom, brushing your teeth and watching a video Taeyong sent you, there’s jumbled knocking on your door. Barely any time passes between the last knock and the creak of someone leaning on your door as they open it. You curse to yourself before spitting in the sink.

“Hey, the bathroom for guests is actually—”

Jaehyun stands in the middle of your room, squinting at the tapestry you have hanging over your bed. The sound of his teeth chattering despite it being the peak of Spring is actually alarming enough to stop you from being mad that Donghuck didn’t think to put a clear sign towards the bathroom for the general public.

“I always thought your room would have candles in it,” Jaehyun drawls. He looks around once more like he’s hoping a candle will jump out of a hiding spot. All his movements are slow and sleepy.

“Are you drunk?”

He grins with eyes that droop closed. “Yep.”

“Great,” you mumble. When you take a step closer you realize the dark red sleeveless tank he’s wearing is actually dark from being saturated with water. “Why are you wet?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. We played water balloon tag. I lost the last round.”

Jaehyun places a clumsy finger to his lips and stage-whispers a loud “shh”. For some reason you mirror that back to him. He nods, satisfied with your reaction.

“Don’t tell the others, but I...” he hiccups “I got cold, so I came inside.”

“What’s wrong with telling them you’re cold.” He hangs his head in shame then. Clearly you’re missing something important.

“Hyuck says bad bitches never get cold.”

With his shoulders slumped forward in such a pitiful fashion, you actually feel bad for wanting to laugh. It’s surprising. Super surprising actually, considering Jaehyun’s presence in your room means Donghyuck forgot to do the one thing you ask of him when he hosts parties at your place—put clear signs for drunk people to follow to the guest bathroom. You usually don’t want to deal with drunk student athletes, but something about Jaehyun makes him exempt from that.

“You can warm up here.”

As soon as you say the words, you cringe. It sounds like the awful beginnings of a bad porno, but your intentions really are pure. There’s something too sad about watching him nearly doze off while standing up like a newborn colt. So you go and find the best hoodie that you have in your clean laundry and you risk going to the kitchen and getting hit with a runaway water balloon so you can put water on for tea. Hopefully it will warm him up while also sobering him up a little.

“Is this Hyuck’s shirt,” he asks as soon as you return with a steaming mug.

“Uh, I think so.” You take a moment to appraise the hoodie. “Yeah, it’s his. It’s from one of his basketball camps from when we were younger, I think.”

He purses his lips but gratefully takes the mug with swaying hands. After taking a large sip, he hums and lets his head loll back with a smile.

“This is Mrs. Li’s blend.”

“Yeah.”

It doesn’t seem right to tell him that you’ve been back there a couple times now and have started trying to get into tea. You take the time to put some distance between him and you. You walk to your bed and fluff a pillow that doesn’t need fluffing. The thing is that Jaehyun being in your room feels...weird. He looks all too content and comfortable in the space. That’s not to say he doesn’t suit the environment well. Somehow he looks like he belongs in your room with his soaked tank top and damp hair. You fluff the pillow harder.

“You must be tired,” he says after a long silence. He’s finished his tea but his eyes are still glassy.

“What?”

“Donghyuck told me ‘bout all your projects. Told me you had to draw him for one.”

“Oh, yeah I did. People actually loved that piece the most. But it took me the shortest amount of time.”

“Next time,” he begins ambling across the room, coming to place the empty mug on your bedside table. “Next time, you can ask me to model. If you want.”

“I mean, I only asked Hyuck since he was watching TV and he was there. Plus I know his face so well that it doesn’t even matter if he talks while I paint. The company is kind of nice.”

“Well, you can do it with me next.”

He’s drunk, you remind yourself. He doesn’t realize how strange what he’s saying is. And yet, your face still heats up. The sound of his teeth chattering lightly again reminds you how he got to be in your room in the first place. Jaehyun hugs himself as he continues to check out your room with a small smile on his face. He looks content.

“Do you want to get in,” you offer before your brain can process what your mouth has just done. His eyes go wide.

“Excuse me?”

“Not—I mean, you just...look really cold and tired. Plus I heard you guys lost the game tonight, so the coach had you hauling ass after.” At the sight of his mildly amused face, tongue nudged between his teeth you add, “I don’t mean you should stay the night. It could just be for a bit and then you could, like, get up and call a cab home. But I get it if you’d rather not. Actually, I can just go see if Hyuck is around. I think he brought his—”

“No, no, stay,” he replies quickly to keep you from jumping out of bed. “I could use the rest.”

He turns around to shrug off the wet tank and pull on the hoodie, mumbling something about ‘not wanting to get your sheets wet’. Internally you wonder if you’re being laughed at by the gods while staring politely at nothing in the other corner of the room. You scoot over from your position in the middle of the bed to the side opposite him. He rewards your kindness with a flash of a bright smile before moving to pull back the covers.

His face lands directly in one of your pillows and you panic when you realize your sheets aren’t fresh out the washer. Jaehyun doesn’t seem to mind and lets out a sigh before shivering a little. With the hood over his hair, you can barely make out his eyes but you can tell they’re trained on you.

“You sure this is okay,” he whispers.

“Yeah.”

The bed shifts minutely as he turns a little to get more comfortable. It feels hot in the bed all of the sudden. Despite the fact that you have on weather appropriate pajamas and your most lightweight Spring bedding on. Despite the fact that you’re not laying close enough to him to be able to feel any body heat. Maybe it’s warmer outside than you thought. That’s probably it.

---

When you wake up several hours later, it’s to the sound of clanking in your living room. The other side of the bed is empty and you try not to read into it. It wasn’t supposed to be a full night over, after all. You swing your feet over the edge of the bed only to squeal when your foot hits something cold in the little rug you keep there.

“What is it!” Donghyuck crashes into the room while holding the trash bag he was collecting loose beer cans with. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just—oh.”

You look down at the rug and see something shiny and metallic as opposed to something wet and slimy. With your index finger and thumb, you pick up a medium length golden chain. It shines even in the low lighting of your bedroom. You both squint at the jewelry, trying to place it.

Donghyuck’s eye grow wide and he looks around the room in disgust suddenly.

“Was he in here?”

“Uh, yeah,” you grumble as you rub your eyes.

“What for?”

When Donghyuck raises an inquisitive eyebrow, your mouth drops open.

“We just slept—”

“You slept together?”

“Hyuck, not like that! What’s your problem?”

“Still, why is he sleeping in here? You never have guys sleep in here.”

“You sleep in here all the time,” you point a finger at him.

“True,” he cedes immediately, pointing a finger back. “Well, you better return that. I think it’s his lucky charm or something.”

“Can’t you do it?” He laughs before returning to the living room.

“He didn’t leave it in my bed.”

“I–fine. I don’t need your help anyway.”

At that, he snorts.

“You do, but I’ll let you keep thinking that you don’t, because I’m a good friend.”

“You’re annoying, that’s what you are.”

You pull on a sweater before coming out of your room with your phone in hand. There’s a companionable silence that falls over you two as you attempt to draft a text to Jaehyun about his chain while Donghyuck picks up the remaining trash from the party.

“How’d everything go,” you ask once the message is sent.

“It was fine. Jae was so gone that we thought he had flushed himself down the toilet for a while. But I guess that’s not what happened.”

Your face heats up at the teasing tone he uses.

“Hyuck, I have something to tell you.”

“God, what? Are you pregnant?”

“No! What the hell? Are you?” You try to swipe at his butt from the back of the couch.

“No! But...can you just say what you’re gonna say? You’re making me nervous.”

He even goes so far as to put the trash down and come around to sit with you on the sofa. You take a deep breath.

“I have a crush on Jaehyun. I just thought you should know.”

He stares at you, not blinking for a few seconds. He opens his mouth and then shakes his head to himself and closes it again.

“I see,” he finally says.

“It’s been going on a while, and I didn’t want to leave you in the dark.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Nope! I don’t mind being in the shadows. I do some of my best work there.”

“Do you think it could go anywhere?”

“What do you mean,” he throws another can into his bag.

“Like, do you think I have a chance with him?”

Donghyuck turns to stare at you, deadpan. “Do I think you have a chance with Jung Jaehyun? The man who slept in your bed a few hours ago?”

“Yeah.” Your face is completely open and imploring.

He sighs, “I think you might have a shot, sure.”

“Why, though?”

“I don’t know. Just a hunch.”

The next game of the season is a big one. The team coming in to play is an old school rival, so it draws a crowd that contains even the less sport-inclined students. You manage to get a ticket set away, but it’s still tough trying to find a spot to sit. It’s first come first serve with seats since the gym isn’t big enough to have labeled arena seating.

Initially you had planned to use the extra time you had before the start to return Jaehyun’s chain, but it took you so long to make it from the parking lot to the gym and then to an open seat that there wasn’t any time left. Somewhere in between, you nearly get knocked over by the heavy current of fans from both teams flooding the space. The chain, once clutched in your hand, ends up around your neck out of fear that you lose it permanently.

You end up in the nosebleeds for the rest of the time. The players look like ants and if it weren’t for the large printed numbers on their jerseys, you might not be able to tell all of them apart. You text Donghyuck your location, and you see him looking towards the back rows at the beginning of the game, but he has to stay focused. You try your hardest to focus as well. At this point, you’re just about fluent in the sport that is basketball. But tonight’s game is hard to follow despite this. Jaehyun grabs your attention instead. He plays especially rough tonight, you note. He pushes hard across the court, even gets a couple warnings for defending like he’s on offense. There’s a fair amount of goals with his name on them as well. It’s exciting and you just wish your cheers could reach him.

More annoyance comes when the game finally ends. It’s a last minute shot by one of the other players who walked on this season that tips the game in your school’s favor. The crowd is deafening, even the ending buzzer is muted by their shouts. The bleachers shake under you with the force of fans running to meet their favorite players and generally gloat in front of the other team on the court. The shaking underneath you is terrifying enough to keep you seated until things have died down. There’s still probably a minimum of hundred people gathered on the floor, but you can at least step over empty concession bags as opposed to being stepped on by the supportive members of the hockey team.

It takes forever to find a single person you know. Of course it’s Donghyuck, who is in the middle of talking with some friends from off the team.

“Hyuck,” you begin to run over. When he sees you, you give him a big smile.

“No,” he responds simply as you get closer.

You slow down and let confusion wrinkle your brow. He offers no further verbal explanation but does give you a swift head nod in another direction. You follow the gesture and find Jaehyun at the end of the path. He looks a bit lost despite being with Doyoung and Johnny.

The fact that the others are there makes you freeze up at first, but the feeling of the chain laying delicately on your clavicle reminds you of what you need to do. Luckily, he sees you before the others do and he steps aside under the guise of getting a fresh towel. He waits for you to catch up once he’s out of their line of sight.

His voice is low, like he’s worried being too loud will make you change your mind about talking with him. But there’s an undercurrent of sincere happiness.

“There you are.”

“I was at the top row. I got here too late to sit where I normally do.”

“Ah. I thought maybe you couldn’t make it.”

“There’s no way I would be able to miss this one. Hyuck threatened to shave my head if I did.”

“That...sounds like him.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. The nerves are getting to you a bit. You’ve never confessed your feelings to anyone before, and you’re not sure if Donghyuck was right about you having a shot.

“So, what are you doing—”

“I’ve been meaning to tell—”

You both start talking at once and then immediately clam up when you interrupt each other.

He gives the floor to you. “You go first.”

“Okay.”

You reach for the back of your neck and watch as his gaze follows the movement of your hands only for his eyes to light up in recognition.

“I wondered where that thing went.”

“You left it at my place. I put it on because I was scared I’d lose it for real. Sorry.”

He reaches out casually to thumb at the chain around your neck. “Don’t be. It looks good on you.”

“It looks better on you.”

The chain slides off cool against your skin and your fingers shake as you carry the chain over to him. Wordlessly, you reach up and loop your arms around his neck to reunite the chain with its rightful owner. Sweaty palms make it difficult to redo the clasp without being able to see it. It puts you right in his personal space for an awkwardly long time.

“I’m really sweaty,” he whispers.

“Uh, that’s nice?”

He laughs and it puffs off your temple.

“I don’t want to get you dirty, but I really want to kiss you right now.” The clasp finally snaps into place

“Oh.”

The way he leans in, the way his arms come to cage around your waist, the drip of the sweat from his temple down the hinge of his jaw. All of it is slow. As if to give you the space to withdraw if you wanted. But you surge forward into him. And for once it’s not awkward. You don’t know how long you stand there necking like hormonal high schoolers in a sea of people on the gym floor at a school dance, but—just like at the school dance—someone is bursting the gossamer thin ambiance just when Jaehyun’s fingers graze the back pocket of your jeans.

“If you look to your left, boys and girls, you can see two local horndogs engaged in a seasonal ritual” He karate chops a hand down the space between your faces, cutting the kiss off abruptly and nearly bruising Jaehyun’s nose. Meanwhile Taeyong snickers loudly from behind Doyoung.

“Do you have a death wish,” you turn to him with fire in your eyes. He backs up slightly, but attempts to stand his ground.

“Do you know how hard I’ve been working to set you two up?��

“What are you talking about?”

You turn to Jaehyun, who looks just as confused. The gears turning in your heads are practically visible as you and he put 2 and 2 together slowly. The random lies, the weird errands, the sudden party. The blank stares from Donghyuck every time the two of you were in the same room but refused to talk. It all adds up.

“You owe me sweet potato fries for the rest of your life. Maybe longer, I’m not sure yet.”

Donghyuck puts his arms around you and Jaehyun, pulling you with him as he heads out of the gym and towards the exit that leads toward the cafeteria.

“I can’t believe you...puppet-mastered us,” Jaehyun’s voice is airy with disbelief.

“I can’t believe you guys didn’t realize what was going on,” Taeyong snickers on the walk over. Doyoung snorts while lacing their fingers together.

“Yeah, the whole team was in on it.”

“You guys are one to talk.” Donghyuck turns back to give the two boys a humbling once over. “Don’t get me started on how hard it was to get you two losers together.”

Doyoung stops in his tracks, nearly tripping Taeyong in the process.

“What?”

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mrs-mikko-rantanen · 3 years ago

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all of them for Avanda Nyar Jalev

Oof. Ok. Hold up.

🍷 How does your OC act when they are drunk? Are they the type of drunk that laughs and giggles about every little thing? Are you a sad drunk that cries about how your life has turned out? Or are you the sleepy drunk that falls asleep soon after drinking?

Avanda is a giggly drunk. Thinks everything everyone says is hilarious. Sings a lot but dissolves into laughter at the drop of a hat. Veeerrrry cuddly too. Snuggles up with whoever's next to her after a glass of wine.

Nyar...depends on the situation really. Loud/funny drunk at parties. Likes to have fun. Sings Johnny Cash songs and laughs really loudly. If he keeps drinking or if he started drinking on his own? Quiet. Angry. Ya know how you can feel electricity in the air before a rain/thunderstorm starts? Yeah. You get that looking at him. Low, rumbling voice and dark, smouldering eyes. Scary.

Jalev doesnt drink much really. Usually the designated driver. But when they do theyre a sad/crying drunk. Usually fall asleep.

💒 How would your OC's ideal wedding look like? If they've already been married or are already married, what was their wedding like? Was there a large gathering, or will be? Was it an indoor or outdoor venue? Will your OC act different from usual? Will they be calm and collected, or a nervous wreck?

Avanda doesnt want much. Her mom and dad, Ewan's family, the crew, and her army of brothers/siblings. Outside. Preferably in the woods. Laid back and happy. She recognizes that as a princess, she probably wont get that, so her plan is a secret wedding with the above as a reception after. Then her mother and the court can put on a more official circus, but it won't matter because she and Ewan will have already had their moment the way they wanted to. Wont be nervous at all. Will feel totally at peace because this is where she wants to be. Where she'll spend the rest of her life.

Nyar wants it small. They can always tell the crews after. Just him and Jace, maybe a witness. He doesn't care what either of them wear. When Carina makes him think about big fancy stuff, he thinks it would be fun if Jace wore a traditional tux, while he wore a lacy white suit. He thinks Jace would like that. 10/10 he will wear eyeliner, but only if jace puts it on for him. Pretends not to be nervous but c'mon? Simp like him? Hes gonna be so fucking awestruck.

Jalev honestly....hasnt thought about it? Not because they dont want to, just because they dont think Jamie would want to marry them. Cottagecore vibes, on their family's farm. 100% will wear a dress. Nervous mess.

🧥 If someone your OC cared about was found wearing their favorite jacket whilst asleep, how would your OC react? Would they find the scene adorable/cute? Would they feel annoyed that their s/o is wearing their clothes?

Avanda would smile and tuck them in more. Sit next to them and read/work quietly until they woke up and then make thousands of comments about how cute they looked in the jacket all bundled up. (And since we covered pining!ewan: pining!av walks in, sees him curled up and snoring under her flannel like its a blanket, blushes, turns on her heel and finds the nearest friend who knows about her crush and gushes about "omigod he's wearing my clothes hes so cute shit now its gonna smell like him when I get it back this isnt faiiiir")

Nyar doesn't own any of his hoodies anymore. He rolls his eyes a little and tucks Jace in if he thinks he can do it without waking em up. Counts his jacket as another lost soul.

Jalev. Giggles and tucks them in tighter. Makes a cup of tea and puts on classical music, reads in the other chair.

😱 Is your OC easily scared? Do they get jumpy at little things? Do they avoid horror movies, spiders, haunted houses, etc.? Do they need someone to be with them cause they can't stand being in the house by themselves?

Avanda doesnt like to admit it, but yeah. She spent her whole life building up this impression that she was tough and strong and fearless, but has always been a little anxious. After Sevoc? She has so many triggers that she is pretty much always on high alert, unless shes around people she trusts. Then shes on low alert.

Nyar is pretty hard to scare. Jump scares can surprise him, and depending on how they're done trigger ✨trauma responses✨ bc Lillian fucked him up pretty good. Doesn't avoid anything, usually keeps his cool.

Jalev is sorta scaredy cat? Idk. They don't like scary movies or haunted houses, but will go if their friends insist (which they usually do) Bugs are not a problem, they are a beekeeper.

⌛ If your OC had the power to change one thing from their past, what would they change, and why? Would changing their past benefit them in someway? Or would they leave things as they are now?

Avanda may try to go back to save Will. She isnt sure how much she'd be able to help, but he died for her and she carries that guilt. She would do anything to try to help him.

Nyar has an event that he would go back and not do, but only people with Best Friend Privilege™ get to know about it bc Spoilers :)

Jalev may go back to meet their biological family. They dont know anything about them, and I think theyd at least like to see them once.

✨ What is your OC's favorite holiday, and why? Do they change how they present themselves, appearance and personality-wise? Or do they stay the same? Does this holiday hold some important meaning to them? Or does it just give them an excuse to party or be different?

Avanda is a Christmas bitch. All out. Is this me projecting? Absolutely. No questions asked. Lights? Fuck yeah. She starts listening to/singing Christmas music the day after her birthday, which is in October. Not usually big on gift giving. Likes to get gifts for the people closest to her, but tries to keep it handmade. More interested in the gathering of friends and family than anything else. Secretly lives Halmark-y Christmas movies and will watch them when shes alone.

Nyar likes Christmas. He likes seeing his friends actually relax and he likes seeing them have fun. It feels like they're kids again for a while. He enjoys his homeworld's traditions too, but doesn't really celebrate them. He doesnt want to go back to his parents to celebrate with them and he doesnt want to make his friends celebrate them if they dont want to. Always visits his sister's grave. Pretty much the only thing he can remember about her is that she loved the winter holidays.

Jalev likes Christmas too, but just...? Idk they like Easter. Winter always feels a little stifling to them so they like having an excuse to celebrate the Thaw, as they call it. To them it feels like letting out a breath theyve been holding since the first snowfall.

🦸 If your OC had any superpower in the world, what would it be, and why? Would they use their powers for good, benefiting others, or would they use it for evil, benefiting only themselves?

Avanda would want the ability to heal others. Pretty self explanatory for her. She's a healer. She wants to heal. Wants to stop people from being in pain.

Nyar would probably want Super Strength. Hes kinda basic. But he wants to protect the people he loves and to him, that just seems like the best way to do it. To stop whatever is hurting them by force.

Jalev would want plant powers. They like green things. They would want to make the world a little prettier. They think it sounds silly but...yeah. Plants.

🍳 Is your OC a good cook, or do they have trouble making the simplest of dishes? Are they skilled with just one particular set of food, or can they cook any dish they set eyes on?

Avanda is a fantastic cook. Loves cooking. Not as much a part of her personality as say Thane or Jimmy, but shes a really good cook. Does most things very well. Likes to try new things.

Nyar can cook. It will be edible. It may not be good, but you can eat it. Macaroni and ramen count, right?

Jalev is a bit better than Nyar, but not by much. Would much rather let one of their friends cook for them.

😤 Does your OC get jealous easily? If someone they cared about was spending more time with someone else than with them, how would your OC react? Would they blow it all of proportion? Would they talk to their friend? Or would they just not care?

Avanda probably was early on/pining/pre reveal? But just because she was in denial about liking Ewan in the first place. But once they were actually together? Nah not so much.

Nyar....only with Devon probably. And thats less jealousy and more concern for Jace's safety and well-being. But when hes drunk and moody? Yeah. Looks like jealousy.

Jalev no. Not really. Kind of sees themself as replaceable and unimportant. Is never really surprised and just shrugs. Of course they have other friends to be with. They're their own person.

🛀 What does your OC typically smell like? Do they have a really strong scent, like perfume, cologne, or something? Do they typically smell like liquor, cigarettes, etc.? Or do they just not have a strong smell?

Avanda uses Kat Von D Saint and Sinner perfumes. She likes to smell like the woods too. When she pulls out a flannel anf it smells like rain and trees and campfire smoke? Shes very happy. But usually just the perfume.

Nyar smells like Citrus. :) (and sometimes whiskey)

Jalev smells like Honey and Lavender. And books.

👚 How would your OC react if they accidentally walked in on their s/o changing? Would they just stare at them before calmly closing the door? Would become embarrassed, and swiftly close the door, trying to calm themselves? Or would they make some flirtatious remark, and then leave, laughing to themselves?

Ok. It depends on when in the relationship. Like. Early on Ewvanda? Av os gonna be an apologetic mess blushing and looking away and scrambling to get out of the room to let him change. Then shes gonna spend a lot of time thinking about how pretty his tattoos are and how many scars he has and how badass they make him look. Later stage Ewvanda? Eh. They live together. She probably says "hey good lookin'" while grabbing whatever she came in for and winks at him before leaving.

Nyar is sorta similar? I guess? Idk. Probably raises an eyebrow and makes a flirty comment before leaving. (He will blush though. A lot.)

Jalev probably just shuts their eyes and apologizes a lot and scrambles to get out of the room.

👗 Reverse the last scenario. How would your OC react if someone walked in on them while they were changing? Would they scream, and yell at them to 'get out'? Would they shrug and continue changing?

Avanda probably yelps and tries to cover up while blushing. Probably says "get ouuuttt!"but in that kinda casual goofy girlfriend way. Will throw soft things at Ewan if he starts to tease or flirt.

Nyar has ✨body image issues!!✨ 100% will cover up as quickly as possible and glare and get very defensive. This probably wouldnt change too terribly much even after he and Jace have been together for a long time, just add guilt to the mix too. Because Jace loves him right? Ey've told him that over and over so they must mean it.....but what if ey're lying? What if ey think hes ugly and hate his body just as much as he hates it? Ey probably think every scar is just as hideous and just as much a sign of failure as he does.

Jalev gets stuttery and uncomfortable. "Oh uh...no. No, I'm sorry, I uhhh should have locked the door, I'm sorry...."

#tw drinking #tw body negativity #avanda insp #nyar insp #jalev insp #thank you for the ask!!#im gonna think about hurting nyar now!!#time to trauma the boy!#:)

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Start of Time: 8/9

Can you believe this fic is almost over? The slow burn heats up a lot again in this chapter, but by the end, well . . . don’t hate me! *ducks and hides* And have you ever imagined Killian Jones doing the “cha cha slide”? No? Well, now you may not be able to forget it. You’re welcome. And this is the last time I have to say this (yay!), but Emma has amnesia and is going by the name Wendy.

Summary: Killian and his son are driving through a bad snow storm when they find a disoriented woman walking down the road. The question is, how can they help her get home when she has no idea who she is? Written for @teamhook on her birthday.

Rating: T

Trigger warning: Alice Jones appears in this fic and Alice and Henry are both Killian’s adopted children with Milah. Henry isn’t Emma’s. Positive past Millian. No Neal.

Words: about 3,500 in this chapter

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Louder than the screams you hear; it’s like the sun came out.

“How do I look?”

Wendy spun around from where she was tying the blue ribbon into Alice’s blonde hair. Her throat went dry when she saw Killian standing before her in leather pants of all things. It was topped with a billowy black shirt and a red leather vest. He had his arms out at his sides, his brows arched.

“Well?”

Alice burst out laughing, and Killian’s face fell. Wendy bit her lip as she struggled not to laugh as well. His expression was just so crestfallen.

“Um. I thought you were supposed to be a pirate, not a rock star,” she finally told him.

His expression turned playful at her words, and a smirk played upon his lips as he sauntered towards her. “Well, love, I warned you I wasn’t going to be caught dead in a feathered cap and a permed wig.”

“I see,” Wendy replied, struggling to breathe at his close proximity. He’d left an awful lot of his buttons undone.

“And I’m wearing the hook you ladies bought for me,” he added, waving the plastic appendage before her face.

Wendy took a slightly wobbly step back. “Well, now that I see the full affect . . . it’s definitely more Johnny Depp than Captain Hook, but it’ll work.”

He made a dramatic bow and offered her his hand. “M’lady.”

“Daddy,” Alice giggled, “she’s s’posed to be afraid of you.”

“Oh no,” Killian argued, “the novel specifically says that Hook charmed Wendy.”

When he lifted her hand to his lips to press a kiss there, Wendy wasn’t thinking of the book at all. She was thinking that this Wendy was certainly charmed by this Hook.

“Well?” he prompted again with an arch of one brow.

She shrugged her shoulders and said coyly, “I suppose it will do.”

“You, on the other hand,” he told her, spreading her arms wide to take in the long, satin nightgown that hugged her curves, “are lovely.”

“I think the costume has gone to your dad’s head,” Wendy told Alice.

“I’m not flattering, love, it’s absolutely true.”

Wendy tilted her head, her cheeks blushing. Her curled ponytail bounced against her shoulder, and Killian reached out to twirl it around his fingers. Henry’s voice caused them to jump apart.

“Are the girls ready yet?” the boy whined.

“Yes,” Alice retorted saucily.

“Then let’s go.”

“Not yet,” said Wendy, snatching up the pile of makeup she and Alice had bought at the drugstore. She turned to Killian. “I have to do one more thing for your dad.”

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“Is this really necessary,” Killian grumbled.

“Yes. It completes the look.” Wendy grasped his chin in her hand and forced him to be still. She leaned closer with the eyeliner held steady in her other hand. Killian leaned away.

“You’re going to poke my eye out!”

“Don’t be such a baby! If you’d be still, I could do it. Now widen your eyes and look up.”

Killian tilted his head up, and Wendy yanked on his chin again.

“Just move your eyes, not your whole head.”

“Well, I’ve never worn makeup before, believe it or not.” He obeyed anyway.

Wendy narrowed her eyes as she carefully swiped the eyeliner across his upper lids. To do the lower ones, she had to cup his head and stretch the skin around his eyes with her thumb.

“There,” she breathed when she was done. She was so intent on examining her handiwork, that she kept her thumb resting against the top of his cheek, the rest of her fingers threaded into his hair.

“How does it look?”

She realized how close they were when his words came out hot against her skin. Her

gaze focused on the blue of his eyes instead of the eyeliner, and every thought fled her brain. Her hand stroked his cheek, and her thumb traced the scar below his right eye. They both moved closer, their noses brushing, and Killian sighed deeply as his eyes fluttered closed.

“We shouldn’t -”

“I know.”

“You could be married.”

“I’m not wearing a ring.”

“A boyfriend then.”

“I don’t care.”

A groan reverberated in the back of his throat as her lips brushed against his, and his fingers dug into her hip. She couldn’t tell who was trembling from the exquisite torture: her or Killian.

“Dad!” Henry’s irritated shout from downstairs made them leap apart. “What’s taking so long?”

Killian loosened his grip on Wendy and let his forehead collapse against hers. “Coming,” he called back, irritation lacing his voice.

Wendy couldn’t help it - she started to laugh. It came out as an inelegant snort and she dropped her head to Killian’s shoulder, partly from embarrassment, and partly because the laughter seemed to have taken over and she just couldn’t stop. Killian started to laugh too, and his fingers found their way back to her waist. He tried to grasp her with both hands, but the plastic hook impeded him.

“Stupid hook,” he muttered, and for some reason that made Wendy laugh even harder.

“Seriously, Dad!” Henry shouted again. “What are you two doing up there?”

The boy only succeeded in making the two adults in the guest bath fall into complete hysterics. Wendy rolled her eyes, and yanked Killian away from the sink by the lapel of his leather jacket. They came down the stairs, still laughing, and the kids looked at them in confusion.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” they said at the exact same time, and started laughing all over again.

“Grown ups,” Alice groaned with a shake of her head.

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The Storybrooke Town Hall was decorated in an explosion of pink and red crepe paper, glitter, hearts, and cupids. Henry rolled his eyes while Alice bounced in excitement.

“Oh my goodness, you all look adorable!”

Killian and Wendy turned around to find themselves face to face with Snow White and Prince Charming. Wendy blinked and shook her head at how perfectly suited Mary Margaret was to the roll with her flawless skin. She had a red ribbon tied in her dark hair and wore an exquisite dress exactly like the one in the movie.

“And you look amazing!” Wendy exclaimed, giving her friend a hug. “I’m sorry, Alice, but your dad and I might not be able to compete with these two.”

“Is that a real sword, David?” Henry asked.

David grinned as he pulled it from its scabbard. “Afraid not, it’s just plastic.”

“Why didn’t I get a sword?” Killian asked, giving first his daughter and then Emma an exaggerated pout.

“Pirates carry a cutlass,” Alice informed him primly, “and we didn’t have enough in the budget for a hook and a cutlass.”

“How old are you again?” Killian teased, tipping his daughter’s chin. “Thirty-five?”

Alice giggled, and Killian bopped her on the nose.

“Well, I’m manning the photo booth, and the four of you have to get yours made,” Mary Margaret told them motioning for them to follow her to the opposite wall where someone had hung a large white sheet for a backdrop. “Everyone who wants to enter the costume contest has to be photographed anyway for the judges.”

Killian shrugged at Wendy. “Is that okay?”

“Sure, why not?”

“You have to,” Alice insisted, “or you can’t win the prize.”

Wendy felt a little awkward standing with Killian and his kids like they were having a family portrait made, but she followed Mary Margaret dutifully to the x marked with tape on the floor. Several of the small town’s citizens eyed them as they walked past, some of them whispering, and Wendy felt her face grow hot under their scrutiny. Then Alice threw her skinny arms around her waist, Killian slung his arm around her shoulder, Henry leaned in, and Wendy let herself get lost in the fantasy that this really was her life.

“Say cupid!” Mary Margaret told them, and they repeated the word with wide smiles. The flash went off, and a sharp pain sliced across Wendy’s eyes. She stumbled backwards, and held her forehead as what felt like a thousand flashbulbs went off behind her closed eyes. She was remembering something, she was sure of it, but all she could grasp were voices.

“Over here! Look this way! Smile, look sexy, that’s it!”

Wendy shook her head, trying to rid herself of the voices. She remembered them making her feel exposed, insecure, and pressured . . . pressured for what? Pressured to be . . . to be . . . . they wanted her to be something, but she couldn’t remember what.

“Wendy,” Killian said gently, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down her arms. “Are you okay? Is it another headache?”

“Yeah,” she blinked, and the bright flashes faded away. The voices were muffled, and anything she was trying to remember dissipated like fog. “I . . . almost remembered something.”

“Okay. Was it good? Did it help?”

Wendy shook her head in frustration. “No, it didn’t make any sense.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed her, “don’t try and push it. It’ll come when you’re ready. Don’t try to force it.”

“Come sit down,” Mary Margaret told her, ushering her behind the photo booth table. David pulled out a chair for her and handed her a bottle of water. Wendy pressed it to her pounding temple.

“Thank you,” she told them all.

“Are you okay?” Henry asked worriedly. Alice picked up her hand and patted it the way she did her favorite white rabbit.

Wendy smiled up at the kids and squeezed Alice’s hand. “I’m fine, really. Why don’t you two go get some food?”

The kids looked up at their dad, and Killian nodded his approval. After they had scurried off, he kneeled next to Wendy and took the hand Alice had relinquished.

“How about you? Are you hungry?”

Killian looked so worried, that even though she wasn’t, she nodded. “I wouldn’t say no to one of those cupcakes I saw over there.”

She gave him a wobbly smile, and he gave her a hesitant one in return. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it before dashing off. He seemed to do it without thinking, but Wendy felt a tingle go down her arm at the simple gesture.

“You know, David, I could use a cupcake myself.” Mary Margaret told her husband.

David’s brow furrowed. “Really? Because I thought -”

“Don’t think, David, just get me a cupcake,” Mary Margaret cut him off with an arch of her brows.

“Ohh, right. I’ll, uh - be right back.”

Wendy laughed as he headed for the refreshment table and glanced up at Mary Margaret. “Real smooth.”

Mary Margaret shrugged. “Men are so dense sometimes.” She pulled a chair close to Wendy and sat down, taking both of Wendy’s hands in hers. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Wendy chewed on her lower lip. “There isn’t really anything to tell. Just like everything else, it’s so little, just bits and pieces. None of it makes sense.”

“How is your head now?”

“Better.”

“Okay, well, drink the water anyway. It can’t hurt to hydrate.”

“Yes mom,” Wendy teased with a smile before taking a drink.

When Killian got back, he insisted that Wendy not only eat her cupcake but also a small plate of cheese and crackers before he was satisfied that she was fine. He stayed right by her side, even though Wendy noticed several single women eying him with jealousy. He could be dancing with any number of them, but instead he was waiting to make sure her headache was gone.

Alice was on the dance floor with a group of girls from her school, and Wendy and Killian laughed at their silly antics. They also watched with fondness when Henry shyly shuffled up to a dark haired girl from his class.

“That’s Violet,” Killian informed her, “you met her at one of the farms I took you to.”

“Oh, I remember. She seems like a sweet girl.”

“She is, and Henry’s had a bit of a crush since school started,” Killian leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “but I don’t think I’m supposed to know about it.”

Henry didn’t ask the girl to dance, but he did pull his cell phone and some ear buds out of his pocket and say something to her. Violet nodded shyly, taking one of the ear buds and sticking it in her ear.

“Aw, they’re listening to a song together,” Wendy said, poking Killian in the side.

“Why? The DJs already playing music. Why the bloody hell didn’t he ask her to dance?”

“Oh come on, don’t sound like an old man. It’s sweet.”

Alice popped up seemingly out of nowhere with a huge grin on her face. “Did you hear the DJ? They’re about to do the cha-cha slide. You’ve got to come out here and do it!”

Alice grabbed both of their hands and pulled. Killian’s face immediately turned red.

“I don’t think that dance is really my style . . . “

“Oh come on,” Wendy teased, “the song tells you exactly what to do, Jones.”

“Please Daddy, please?”

“Well, I can never say no to that.”

Wendy and Killian followed the little girl onto the dance floor and lined up with other members of the town. The song started up, and the crowd cheered. “Everybody clap your hands!”

“Well, I can handle this, I guess,” Killian quipped, and Wendy laughed.

“To the left, take it back now, ya’ll.”

The crowd on the dance floor followed the song’s instructions, and Killian kept laughing as he looked over at Wendy. Alice cheered her father on, which was adorable.

“Hands on your knees, hands on your knees. Get funky with it!”

“Um, why is this so awkward?” Killian muttered.

“Probably because of those tight pants,” Wendy laughed.

“Come on, cha cha now ya’ll.”

“You girls have much better moves than I do.”

“Of course we do, Daddy!” Alice giggled.

“Wow, what a vote of confidence,” Killian said dryly.

Wendy’s cheeks ached from laughing so hard by the time the dance was over. The crowd cheered. Killian wiped his forehead in an exaggerated fashion.

“Come on, old man,” Wendy teased, “you not jiggy with it?”

Killian’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. “Now who sounds old?”

“I have amnesia.”

“Oh, that’s your excuse.”

“Okay, all you lovers out there,” the DJ announced, “this one’s for you.”

The musical intro of a slow song began to play, and Killian turned to Wendy with a tender smile and an outstretched hand. “May I have this dance?”

“Ew gross,” Alice announced with a wrinkled nose, “I’m gonna go get another cupcake.”

Wendy laughed as she took Killian’s hand. He pulled her close and placed his plastic hook at her waist. They started to sway to the music.

“This hook makes slow dancing a little awkward. I’d much rather feel something with my left hand -” he stuttered to a stop, his face turning bright red. “I mean, I didn’t - that . . . I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”

Wendy laughed and shook her head. “I know what you meant.”

“Good.”

Wendy tilted her head as she took in his pink tinged cheeks. She relinquished his hand and rested hers on his shoulder, then she slid both arms around his neck. Killian’s other hand fell to her waist.

“Is this better?” she asked.

“Much better.”

They both fell silent as the words to the song washed over them. “There’s a ghost upon the moor tonight. Now it’s in our house. When you walked into the room just then, it’s like the sun came out.”

Wendy couldn’t seem to look away from the deep pools of his blue eyes, and Killian’s arms wrapped tighter around her. His face bent closer, inch by agonizing inch, until their noses were brushing and their breaths mingled. The music around them swelled in intensity.

“And the day is clear. My voice is just a whisper louder than the screams you hear. It’s

like the sun came out.”

“Killian,” she whispered, her voice breaking as her eyes fluttered closed. His lips brushed hesitantly over hers, and she melted against him.

“Emma, thank God we found you!”

Wendy’s head spun with confusion, as one moment she was awaiting Killian’s lips being pressed against hers, and the next a no-nonsense brunette was pulling her away from him. The woman narrowed her eyes as she clasped Wendy by both elbows and gave her a tiny shake.

“Emma, it’s me, Regina.”

“Emma!” another voice cried out, and before Wendy could process anything else, a man

was crushing her to him in an embrace.

“Wait,” Killian spoke up, “who the hell are you?”

“I’m her fiance,” the sandy-haired man snapped, “the better question is who are you?”

“She doesn’t have a ring.”

Wendy, still confused, looked down at her bare ring finger. “I don’t have a ring.” All around them, there were whispers from the other townspeople. The music still played, but no one was dancing anymore.

“Well, we hadn’t gotten around to that part yet,” the man - her fiance? - grumbled.

Wendy looked dazedly up at Killian. Mary Margaret and David were just behind him. Alice had come up and put her arms around him. Henry was on his other side.

“My . . . my name is Emma. Emma Swan.”

Killian searched her face as his lips ticked up just a bit in one corner. “Swan. Emma Swan.”

“Yes, Emma Swan,” the brunette snapped, “we’ve established that’s her name, and I’m Regina Mills, her agent. Emma, we’ve got to get you back to New York. This solo album won’t happen if you don’t get back to the studio. Not to mention the interviews I’ve got lined up.”

Killian blinked rapidly. “Agent? Solo album?”

“That’s right. She’s Emma Swan, singer and rhythm guitarist for the band Wendy Sewed it On.” It was Zelena, smirking behind Regina Mills, with Sheriff Graham at her side. She shoved a magazine in Killian’s face. Killian scanned it, then looked up in shock at Emma.

“Violet said she thought you looked familiar,” he said softly.

“We found your car Ms. Swan,” Sheriff Graham spoke up, “it’s totalled, but we have your luggage, your purse, and your phone down at the station.

“So come on, Emma,” Regina insisted.

“Let’s go home Emma,” Walsh said slowly to her, as if she were a child.

Emma shook her head and backed away from both of them. “Wait - just a minute. I . . . I have to say goodbye.”

Tears gathered in her eyes as she turned to Killian and the kids. She smiled as she reached for Killian’s hand. It still held the magazine, but he let it flutter to the floor when she took his hand.

“This is my life I guess,” she told him.

He searched her face, lines furrowing his brow. “You remember?”

A single tear slipped down her face, but she forced nonchalance as she half-shrugged. “I remember my name finally. I guess the rest will come.”

He glanced hesitantly over her shoulder at Regina and Walsh, then he leaned closer and lowered his voice. “You know you’re welcome to stay with us as long as you need to.”

“Don’t go!” Alice cried out, flinging herself at Emma and wrapping her arms around her waist. Emma bent down and kissed the top of the girl’s head.

“I’ll miss you all, and you’ve been so kind to me, but . . . maybe if I go home, I’ll remember my life. I have to try.”

Killian’s shoulders sagged as he nodded slowly. “I understand.” He stepped closer and cupped her cheek. “Your heart’s desire - that’s all I want for you.”

Emma reached up and clasped his hand in hers, then reached forward and brushed a

chaste kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll think about you,” Emma choked, “all of you, everyday.”

Killian forced a smile, tears welling up in his blue eyes. “Good.” Then he forced a wink, and Emma choked on a half sob, half laugh.

“Goodbye,” she whispered, then let Regina and Walsh - who still felt like strangers - usher her quickly from the room.

#cs ff #cs modern au #snowed in #daddy!killian #knightrook #amnesia #angst #pining

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