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to burn: (johnny/reader)

You meet Johnny, star player on the men’s volleyball team, vice president of his frat, and school heartthrob, and try to pretend that you’re not interested in the slightest. Because he’s definitely, totally not your type. Right?

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Characters: fem!reader, Johnny, the rest of nct intermittently as well as some cameos from other groups <3

Genre: college au, angst, romance, humor, pining, friends to lovers to enemies with the potential to fix it

Pairings: female!reader/Johnny

Warnings: college-typical alcohol use, wild miscommunication

Rating: Teen & Up

Length: 4.9k

and you laugh. loudly– head tipping back. and while your eyes are on the ceiling, i am mouthing something too heavy even for this steady night to shoulder. ‘this is not a joke.’ i mouth. ‘love me. love me.’

- Salma Deera, Letters from Medea

“Honestly,” you say, pushing the front doors of your dorm open perhaps a little too hard, “the fact that we have a P.E. requirement is homophobic. Like, I stopped playing sports after high school for a reason.”

“The reason being you were just using them to get into college,” your friend, Charlie, says drily as they follow you outside.

“Hey, you’re in exactly the same boat as me,” you point out. “Ugh, I wish I’d just gotten it over with freshman year.”

“Good thing you didn’t, because then I’d be alone.” Charlie slings an arm over your shoulder. “And you would’ve been, too.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” you agree. “At least it’s just volleyball.”

“Easy for you to say,” Charlie snorts, nudging you with their hip. “I haven’t played since middle school.”

“The deterioration of those kinds of skills is, like, exponential,” you reply. “So it’s the same.”

“Right.” They brush some of their hair out of their face. “Tell me that again when you flatten all the poor souls taking this course with us.”

“I’m not gonna do any flattening,” you say, tugging the doors to the gym open and gesturing Charlie inside before you. “I’m just gonna lay low and try to be as inactive as possible.”

“Which is why you brought your kneepads and your old court shoes, right?” Charlie quirks an eyebrow at you, pointing to your gym bag.

“It feels sacrilegious to go without them!” you defend, placing a protective hand over the lump from your shoes.

The gym is noisy and crowded. Some team is heading down the hall, talking loudly; other students hurry past, either coming from or heading to a workout. You see as you approach the courts that there are two nets already set up, and there are a few other students milling around in one corner. On the closer court are a man and a woman—the instructors, you assume, and a few other students in volleyball gear.

You drop your bag and sit down beside it, changing into your aforementioned kneepads and shoes. Charlie waits with you, hand on their hip.

Eventually, the instructors call all of you over. You and the dozen-odd other students form a haphazard circle.

“I’m Coach Pearson,” the woman says. She seems sharp and severe. “I’m the head coach for the women’s team.”

“And I’m Coach Ward,” the man says, waving jovially. “As I’m sure you can guess, I’m the head coach for the men’s team.”

“Some of our varsity players were free and decided to stop by,” Coach Pearson says. “If you could introduce yourselves, starting with the students?”

The handful of students you saw by the court when you walked in quickly go down the line. You immediately forget their names, too worried about your own introduction to focus. Charlie was right, though; pretty much all of them barely played volleyball in their lives, and you’re about to flatten everyone, whether you mean to or not.

You realize it’s your turn. “Ah, I’m [Y/N],” you say. “I played through middle and high school, but stopped after I got to university. Oh, and I’m a junior.”

You see a couple of the varsity players exchange looks as Charlie introduces themself.

Eventually, you get back around the circle to the coaches, who gesture for their players to make quick introductions.

The last guy steps forward, and for some reason—you’re not sure exactly why—he catches your attention. He’s an average jock type with an easy smile and dyed-blonde hair. “My name’s John, but everyone calls me Johnny” he says, “and I’m a middle blocker. I’m a junior, a comms major, and also the vice president of Phi Sig. You might’ve seen me at a few parties.” One of his teammates snickers and jabs him; he laughs brightly, unabashed.

The coaches give some initial instruction on forearm passing and then watch the class. After a couple of reps, Coach Pearson waves you over. “You don’t need to go through all this. Go scrimmage with the varsity players. We’ll bring everyone back together in a little bit for hitting lines and serving.”

“Okay,” you say dubiously, casting your eyes to the far court, where the varsity players are dicking around in a cramped game of 4-on-4 short-court. As you watch, Johnny throws a ball down around another guy’s block and bursts into a loud cheer.

You’re not sure you want to break up their fun, but Coach Pearson is watching you expectantly, so you shuffle over to the court, half-hoping they might ignore you.

But they see you approach, and one of the guys catches the ball mid-play. “Hey,” he says. You’re pretty sure his name is Jacob. “Coach send you over?”

“Yeah,” you say, trying not to sound nervous. “She told me to scrimmage with you guys while the others do drills.”

“Not surprised,” one of the girls pipes up. Joy, your brain supplies. “You look like you know what you’re doing. And you said you started playing when you were little, right?”

“Um, yeah.” All of them are looking at you now. “I don’t—I mean, obviously I’m not like you guys. I’m just… not a beginner.”

“No problem,” Johnny says. “We can play full court. Jacob can just switch sides based on who’s on offense. He’s the only setter here, anyway.” Jacob groans good-naturedly. “Oh, stop it, it’ll be good for you. What position did you play, [Y/N]? It is [Y/N], right?”

You nod. “Yeah. Um, I played middle.”

“Thought so,” Johnny says, giving you a grin. “Tall like me. Sehun, want to split us?”

Sehun, a tall, quiet guy, points you to the side opposite Johnny. A shorter guy greets you and introduces himself as San.

“Are you an underclassman?” you ask. You don’t think you’ve seen him anywhere before—though to be fair, there’s a lot of people at your school. Still, he has that bright-eye look about him that only underclassmen seem to possess. “What position do you play?”

“I’m a freshman,” he says with a grin. “And the libero.”

Libero, meaning basically the best back-row defender on the team. You raise your eyebrows. “You start as a freshman?” you ask. “You must be good.”

San shrugs, looking like he’s trying to hide his pride. “Yeah,” he says. “Coach likes me.”

Sehun divides the rest of the players. He keeps Johnny, but sends Joy to your side. There’s a shorter girl with them as well as a guy who seems close with Johnny. You get a handsome senior named Kai.

“Not gonna rotate,” Kai says. “San takes middle back; I’ll take the left and Joy can take the right. You,” he says to you, “Pull up when we’re serving and stack to the left when we’re receiving, okay?”

The other side arranges themselves into a similar formation while Sehun and Kai rock-paper-scissors for first serve. It looks like Sehun plays outside, just like Kai; the other girl takes the middle back position, and the other guy is on the right side. Jacob hovers at the net, waiting to see which side he’ll start on. Kai wins after a couple of ties, giggling and smacking Sehun when he glares.

You start to play, and while you’re not spectacular, you find that you can keep up well enough. You even manage to block Johnny and Sehun once each, which both of them take in stride. As you play, you begin to figure a few things out.

Sehun and Kai are co-captains of the men’s team. However, they seem to be priming Johnny to take their position next year; they treat him almost as an equal. Captain of the volleyball team and probably president of his frat, you think. He’s your average all-American heartthrob—who peaks in college.

Seulgi, the shorter girl on Johnny’s side, is one of the captains of the women’s team. She and Joy seem to be good friends—they taunt each other from across the court, grinning. Jacob is nice, if a bit reserved. In any case, he’s a talented setter, and quick on his feet. San is loud and competitive, but also eager to give others praise. By the time the coaches are calling all of you back over, you feel like you’ve started to make some friends.

“Not bad,” Joy says. “If you were a freshman, I’d tell you to try out.”

You laugh. “I’ll take it,” you say. “Thank you.”

Later, when you all head back to serve, you find yourself next to Johnny. He watches you struggle through a jump float. “Hey, at least it went in,” he says when you turn around.

“That was my first serve in almost three years,” you defend.

“I’m not making fun of you,” he says. He takes his serve; a beautiful topspin, traveling at a mean angle all the way to the back right corner of the court. On the other side, Sehun calls it in and gives him a thumbs-up. Johnny gives him a thumbs-up in return. “So what’s your story? How come I haven’t seen you around?”

“You mean at one of your parties?” You grab another ball. “Not really the partying type, I guess. At least not big parties, not anymore.” You serve; this one is better than the last. The ball floats into the back few feet of the court, dropping just in.

“Nice spot, [Y/N]!” Joy calls, catching your ball off a bounce.

“Thank you!” you call back, pleased.

“A pity,” Johnny says. “We could’ve met sooner.” He winks at you before taking another serve. It’s almost an exact duplicate of his last. He’s good, you admit grudgingly. Good, and also trying to flirt with me.

“Not sure that would’ve changed much,” you say lightly. “You’re not my type, Seo. I don’t like guys who flirt with every girl they meet.”

Johnny laughs. “Oh, and she has an attitude,” he says. “I like that. Okay,” he adds, holding his hands up. “No flirting. But if you want to come by this weekend, I can put you on the list. You can even bring a friend. I’ll put ‘[Y/N]-plus-one.’ Saturday at ten?”

“I don’t even know where the Phi Sig house is,” you say. This is a lie; you have a feeling it’s one of the grander ones on frat row.

One of the coaches blows a whistle; you chuck the ball you just grabbed back in the basket. Johnny does the same. “I’ll give you the address,” he says. You jog back to where everyone dropped their stuff together.

“Sure,” you say, catching Charlie’s eye. They raise their eyebrows, looking between you and Johnny. You shrug, shaking your head quickly as you wait for the coaches to dismiss you.

“Good work today,” Coach Ward says. “We’ll start short scrimmages next time.”

“If anyone wants kneepads, I can bring some of our spares from the office,” Coach Pearson offers. “You’re dismissed.”

Johnny has produced his phone. “What’s your number?” he asks. “I’ll text it to you.”

You give him your number. “I might be busy,” you warn. This is not a lie; you did promise one of your friends dinner on Saturday, and you’re not sure how late it will go. “But I’ll try to swing by.”

He grins, pocketing his phone. “Well, I hope you can make it.” The other varsity guys approach behind him; Sehun slings an arm over his shoulder, giving you a nod. “Guess I’m going,” Johnny says with a laugh, letting Sehun turn him away. “See you, [Y/N]!”

“Bye,” you reply, not staying to watch him go.

“Um, hello,” Charlie says. They’re grinning mischievously. “That Johnny guy sure seemed interested in you, huh?”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah,” you say. “He invited me to his frat party this weekend. I dunno if I’m gonna go.” You kick off your shoes, peeling your kneepads off and throwing them in your bag. “He did say I could bring a guest, so if I do decide to go, you have to come with.”

Charlie shrugs easily. “Free alcohol, right? I’ll be there.”

You walk back together. Charlie gripes about an essay they already have and you half-listen, watching the sun set beyond the trees. Johnny’s smile pops back into your mind. You shake yourself. Stop it, you scold your stomach, which has insisted on doing a complex series of backflips at the thought of him. There’s no way I have a crush on him, because I’m a grown-ass woman, and I don’t get crushes. Especially not on arrogant frat boys named John.

The feeling in your stomach, it seems, would tend to disagree, but you ignore it.

* * *

Dinner on Saturday actually ends relatively early, and though there would be no way for Johnny to know, you feel a little bad lying to him, so you head back to your room and take a shower, then put on a relatively acceptable outfit and speed your way through some makeup, texting Charlie that you’ve decided to go if they still want to come.

Absolutely yes. Can I come to yours to pregame?

Yeah. Bring the rest of your lemonade, you reply, stepping away from fighting with your eyeliner to pull down a couple of bottles of liquor that you have stashed up on a shelf in your closet. You’re technically not going to be twenty-one for a couple more months, and though your RA is chill, you try not to tempt fate.

Though you’re still underage, Charlie’s birthday was in November, so they come in with a bottle of lemonade in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. “You look cute,” they say, setting the bottles down on your desk and depositing their small bag of cosmetics on your bed. “Sure you’re not trying to impress him?”

“What, I’m supposed to go to a frat party in sweats? Also, who says I’m dressing like this for Johnny?”

“I didn’t even say his name,” Charlie taunts, unscrewing the cap on the wine and holding the bottle out to you.

You give them a look, taking it. “Yeah, and who the fuck else would you be talking about? He’s the one who invited me. Besides, neither of us remember anyone else’s name from class.”

“No?”

“Name literally any of the other people in our class,” you say, deadpan. “Quickly.”

Charlie is silent for a moment, brow furrowed. “Wasn’t one of them named Kai?”

“That wasn’t quick,” you reply drily.

A few shots, a bottle of wine, and a lot more bickering finally sees the two of you out the door and into the chilly night air. It’s mid-January, so there’s frozen piles of snow lining every street, but you refused to bring a jacket. Somehow, you doubt that if you left it somewhere, even in Johnny’s room, it would not come back to you in perfect shape by the end of the night.

You and Charlie follow Google Maps down the road, finally coming up on the street where a vast majority of the frat houses for your university are. A guy you don’t recognize is fielding the small gaggle of students at the door of the address Johnny sent you. “Like I said just a minute ago, if you’re not on the list, just get in line. Yes, you too.”

You have to assume this guy is an underclassman if he’s stuck manning the door, so you square your shoulders and pretend not to be intimidated. He raises his eyebrows at you and Charlie as you approach.

“On the list?” he asks. He sounds exhausted.

“Yeah, Johnny said he’d put me down as ‘[Y/N] plus one’?” You don’t know why it’s come out as a question, but it’s too late now.

But the guy just nods, looking somewhat relieved. “He said to keep an eye out for a tall girl,” he says, stepping aside. “Welcome.”

“Oh my god,” Charlie says as soon as you’re inside. “Thank fuck, I’m fucking freezing.” As if to prove it, they press ice-cold fingers to your arm.

You bite back a yelp of shock, throwing them a disgruntled look as you head for the stairs. “We weren’t even out for that long,” you complain. “How are you that cold?”

You think they shrug, but you’ve reached the top of the stairs, and the sound of music overwhelms you. Even louder, somehow, is the thick fog of voices clamoring throughout the floor. It’s a little crowded, but not horribly, so it’s not too difficult to pick your way towards a corner.

“Where is he?” Charlie asks.

You glance around. “I dunno, I didn’t text to tell him I was on the way. We are, like, an hour late. Maybe he gave up on me.”

“No, he didn’t.” You look up, and see Charlie staring across the room. You follow the line of their gaze and see Johnny with his head tipped back in laughter, surrounded by some guys you don’t know.

When he brings his head back down, he catches your eye, and somehow his smile grows. You watch him excuse himself, and then he waves, making his way across the room.

“Hey!” he yells when he’s close enough. You can barely hear him over the noise of everything else. “You made it!”

“Looks like I did,” you reply. “Johnny, this is Charlie, they’re also in the same P.E. class.”

“[Y/N]’s plus-one,” Johnny says, reaching a hand out to shake. Charlie accepts, giving him a polite smile. “Do you guys want something to drink? We’ve got a couple of options.”

“Yes, please.” You follow him to a different corner of the room, which you now see is a kitchenette doubling as a makeshift bar, bottles lining the island counter that divides the kitchen from the rest of the room.

Johnny passes a Mike’s Hard to each of you, and then ducks into a different fridge to get himself a beer. “Did you find us okay?” he asks as he rummages around for a bottle opener.

“Yeah, I’ve been to this street before,” you say. “Just not this house.”

“Thought you said you didn’t go to parties?” Johnny teases, raising an eyebrow at you as he pops the cap off his beer.

“Freshman me was a different woman,” you reply drily.

“I would say I wish we’d met,” Johnny says, “but freshman John was a different person, too. I was a dick. Well,” he amends with a charming, self-deprecating smile, “more of a dick than I am now, anyway.” Without pausing—perhaps to spare you from trying to respond to that with anything other than a polite laugh—he continues, “Anyway, so—you’re both juniors, right?” You and Charlie nod. “What are you studying?”

“Oh! I’m a bio major. Not pre-med though,” you say, shaking your head.

“And I’m ES,” Charlie says. “And if you call me a treehugger, then I’ll just know you’re extremely unfunny.”

Johnny laughs at this. “I wasn’t going to,” he assures. “Though I understand the concern. But, no, that’s really cool! We gotta do something about the planet, man, I wanna live past forty.” He reaches out and clinks his bottle against yours. “I’m glad you’re not pre-med, though, I have a couple friends who are and it’s literally killing them.”

You nod emphatically. “Yeah, I’m not doing that to myself, thanks,” you reply. “My parents’ll live without a doctor as a daughter.”

Johnny laughs again, bright and warm. “I hear that,” he says. “My mom acted like I told her I was dropping out of school entirely when she found out I was gonna be majoring in communications.” He shrugs. “But it’s just public relations and marketing, really. Every business needs that. She’ll see when I buy her a new house in five years.”

It’s strange; though Johnny is talking to you, and though it’s clear he’s paying attention to you and what you’re saying, when he speaks it’s like he’s having a conversation with himself, and you’re just there as a member of his audience. And yet, you find yourself drawn to his attention. He’s magnetic, charming, enthralling.

“Anyway, let me introduce you to my friends,” Johnny says, then starts walking without checking to see if you’re going to follow. You follow, left with no other choice, Charlie trailing after.

Johnny seems to know everybody. He waves at people as you traverse the room, grinning and calling them by their names. You didn’t think it was possible for anyone to know that many people, but apparently Johnny does.

“Hey!” You look up; it’s San, with a couple of other students in tow. “You came! Johnny was worried you weren’t gonna show.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Johnny defends, grabbing San and putting him in a headlock. “I just said she might not make it.” He releases San, who’s laughing brightly.

“Aw, you were worried,” you tease, grinning at Johnny.

He rolls his eyes, gesturing to the group in front of you. “You already know San,” he says. “That’s Wooyoung, Mingi, Yunho; they’re also on the team. All freshmen. Where’s Hwa?”

“Somewhere,” Wooyoung says, gesturing vaguely. “Unless Joong already stole him away.”

“His boyfriend,” Johnny explains quickly. “Okay, well, everyone, this is [Y/N] and her friend Charlie. They were in the volleyball class today.”

“Yeah, San told us you were really good.” One of the taller guys—Yunho, you’re pretty sure—says, nodding at you. “You guys weren’t kidding, she is tall.”

“I know,” you say, somewhat wearily, and the guys laugh.

“We’re gonna keep making the rounds,” Johnny says, “but if you see Seonghwa, tell him to come say hi.”

The freshmen wave goodbye, and Johnny is almost immediately accosted by another boy. This one is short and slender and very pretty; you can’t imagine he’s part of the frat.

Johnny hugs him back, grinning. “This is Ten,” he says to you and Charlie. “Ten, [Y/N] and Charlie.”

“Hi,” you say. “Are you on the team, too?”

Ten makes a face. “Oh, fuck no,” he says, laughing. “No sports for me, thank you. I’m in Phi Sig.” He must read your expression, because he laughs again. “Every good frat needs a queer to befriend the girls, right? Adds flavor. Plus,” he continues, “Johnny ’n’ I have been friends since birth.”

“We met in middle school,” Johnny clarifies, laughing.

“He gives you any problems, you let me know, okay?” Ten says to you. “I’ll beat him up for you.”

You giggle. “Okay, thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.”

“What about me?” Charlie asks drily.

“You look like you can handle yourself,” Ten says. “That one… might fall for Johnny’s strange charms.” Johnny shoves him, grinning, while you feel embarrassment coarse through your body,

You don’t have to sit in it for long; another guy comes up, handing Ten a bottle. “It was a twist-off, dude,” he says. “Had me fighting for my life trying to find a bottle opener for nothing.”

Ten grins at him sweetly. “Sorry,” he says, sounding completely not sorry.

“Jaehyun, this is the one I was telling you guys about,” Johnny says, gesturing to you. “[Y/N]. And her friend Charlie.”

“Hi,” Jaehyun says. He’s a little shorter than Johnny, and handsome in a very standard way. You have a feeling he must be quite popular with the girls.

“Jaehyun plays basketball,” Johnny says, “Though I’ve been trying to get him to join volleyball from day one.”

“I told you, I’ll try out for volleyball if you try out for basketball,” Jaehyun says.

Ten rolls his eyes, sharing a smile with you and Charlie. “I think we’d stop hearing this argument every other day if they would just fuck, but when I suggested it to them I was nearly suffocated to death with a pillow, so.”

“I like you, Ten,” Charlie says decisively. “Let’s be friends.”

“Oh, sure,” Ten agrees cheerfully.

You zone out for a second, watching the party happen around you. It’s nearing midnight at this point, and the room is still packed, the music still loud. You wonder faintly what your life would have been like if you had made more of an effort to go out last year, and last fall. You watch a group of girls knock back shots together. You’d left thoughts of hierarchy behind in high school. That was kid shit, you know? By the time you got to college, you just wanted to make friends and do what made you happy. And you have, for the most part. But you can’t deny the allure of this—glamorized, romanticized. The American College Experience, handsome boys and sticky floors, the full package. There’s something almost magical about it. Maybe you’ve had it backwards.

“[Y/N]!” You startle out of your thoughts and see Johnny looking at you. “Kai’s pouring shots, want one?”

“Shots of what?” you ask warily, letting Charlie take your hand and drag you after the boys.

“Tequila! We have limes,” Johnny calls back over his shoulder.

Charlie sees the look on your face and laughs. “Oh, c’mon,” they coax. “When in Rome, right?”

You nod. “Yeah, I guess so.”

You end up in a different room, around a table that looks like it was used for pong earlier in the evening. Kai has a bottle of tequila in hand; disposable shot glasses litter the table in front of him. Sehun is next to him, counting the shots and unstacking a couple more cups. The guy who had been manning the door when you and Charlie arrived is slicing a lime with such intent focus it honestly worries you. There’s another kid you don’t recognize who’s holding a shaker of pink salt, watching Kai pour.

“[Y/N]!” It’s Joy. “And Charlie! Hi,” she giggles. “Johnny rope you into taking shots?”

“Yep,” you say.

“Oh, hey,” Johnny says. He’s a few feet away, ready to help distribute the shots. “By the way, this is Shotaro.” He points to the kid holding the salt, who smiles cutely and waves with his free hand. “And this is Mark.”

Mark glances up. “Yeah, I was the one who let them in,” he says, giving you guys a smile. “Hey.”

“He’s cute,” Charlie whispers in your ear. “I think he’s in my philosophy seminar.”

Shotaro comes around with the salt. You lick the back of your hand and offer it to him, keeping your hand balanced carefully and hardly looking up when Johnny passes you your shot. Mark pushes the lime wedges closer to the center of the table. Johnny raises his shot.

“To new friends!” he says, grinning at you.

Everyone raises their shots. You lick the salt off your hand while you tap the table with your glass, and then throw the shot back, fumbling for a lime wedge at the same time. It’s not bottom shelf tequila, but it is decidedly not good, so you’re grateful for the bright sourness of the lime to wash away the taste. When you look up, Johnny’s watching you with an unreadable expression on his face.

He catches you looking, and grins. “Want another?” he asks.

You hesitate, then give in. “Sure,” you agree, laughing.

You watch him this time as he takes the shot—the pinch of his eyebrows, the set of his jaw, the working of his throat. He really is handsome, you think, as you screw your eyes shut and bite into another lime wedge. He’s laughing when you open your eyes again, bright and pretty and perfect. A stone settles in your stomach.

You leave around one a.m., though Johnny tries to wheedle you into staying later. You stroll back to your dorm, arm in arm with Charlie, taking deep breaths of the cold air to try and sober up a little.

“We’re both fucked, I think,” Charlie says suddenly.

“What are you talking about?”

“We both like frat boys,” they lament. “What’s become of us?”

“Speak for yourself,” you say, and then stop walking and frown at them. ��Hang on, who are you talking about?”

“Mark,” they say, shaking their head. “I told you, he’s cute. It’s gonna be a problem. And don’t try and tell me you feel absolutely nothing for Johnny. I saw the way you were looking at him.”

“I’m not gonna let a guy named John break my heart,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Sure, Jan,” Charlie replies snarkily, rolling their eyes back. “Hey, at least we can suffer together. Misery loves company, right?”

You laugh weakly. “Let’s hope not, okay?” They laugh too, knocking their head against your shoulder as you approach the front doors of your dorm. “Cup ramen before bed?” you suggest. “I could use some carbs to settle my stomach.”

“Oh, hell yes,” Charlie agrees, opening the door.

The problem is, Charlie is right. You’re kinda fucked. Johnny is handsome and funny and charming, and you’ve fallen for it, just like every other girl who crosses his path. And you know guys like him don’t date girls like you. They don’t date, period. They hook up with the tiny, pretty ones and then swap stories with their friends the next morning. You wouldn’t make a good story—or at the very least, the kind of story you would make is not the kind you want to be a part of.

I am going to stop thinking about him, you think to yourself firmly, staring at your reflection later that night as you’re getting ready for bed. He’s just another frat boy, and he won’t do anything for me. Besides, I already said it. He’s not my type.

Right?

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‘Lock Our Love’ - Chapter 4

AO3 Link - Masterpost Pairing: Seo Changbin/Johnny Suh Tags: Strangers to Lovers, First Meetings, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut Chapter Word Count: 4k Status: Ongoing Summary: 'NCT Johnny and Stray Kids Changbin caught in dating rumors' Johnny blinked. He read over it again, rubbed his eyes, and read again. "What the fuck?" "You have to read everything,” Doyoung said, giving his phone over. Johnny glanced up at him, then over at Taeyong, who looked absolutely miserable. Johnny's own mind was going as slow as a snail trying to comprehend what was written on the screen. It had to be a joke. It had to be. No matter how Johnny twisted the words in his mind, they didn't make anysense. Taking a deep breath, he scrolled down. ~~~~ Johnny and Changbin are rumored to be dating, even though they have never talked before. But then they do talk. Then they become friends. The next step seems inevitable for them. But can they survive when all eyes are on them? A/N: Any feedback is appreciated <3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Johnny wasn't bad at math. Not the worst, at least, but that wasn't difficult with Yuta around. The bar was in the ground, and Johnny was lying face first on the floor. He seriously wasn't the worst, but also far from being the best. He miscalculated the simplest equations. Including the problem that was Seo Changbin.

Friends. That's all Johnny wanted. Yes, he was fully aware Changbin was hot, cute, funny, and talented when he offered him his number, but Johnny had a lot of friends who met these criteria. Fuck him for being optimistic. He expected a simple one plus one equals two. Two cool rappers equals one tight friendship. But Johnny didn't factor in the x Changbin added, the unknown variable — the way he made Johnny's heart struggle to stay in his chest.

The math had been completely off, and Johnny found himself staring at the digital clock on his nightstand at one in the morning. The minutes melted away so slowly, Johnny wondered if he was in some sort of time paradox. Every nerve in his body buzzed with excitement while anxiety tugged at his heart. He tossed and turned for a good hour, settling on his back like a starfish at the end. His blanket only covered one foot, and cold creeped along his skin, but it was the only thing soothing the fire of emotions roaring inside him.

Just five hours until he would meet with Changbin again. Their first session at the gym together. The high of their date at the sushi restaurant two weeks prior still clouded Johnny's mind with Changbin's laughter and smile and just everything that was him. Johnny had known he was fucked the moment Changbin had stared up at him with doe eyes in that stupid bathroom, but he had ignored the red flags, still convinced they could just be friends. They couldn't. Johnny made peace with that on his way home from the restaurant.

He sighed, closing his eyes. The red lines of the digital numbers danced behind his eyelids. He tightened his hands into fists, taking deep breaths, but the tension in his muscles only seemed to multiply.

Johnny gave up with a soft groan. He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed, and peeked over at Donghyuck. Blissful peace decorated his face. Johnny definitely didn't feel jealous. Not at all.

He pushed himself to his feet and sneaked out the room. There wasn't really any plan as he walked down the hallway, but stopped at the bathroom. He had no urge to really use it, but anything seemed better than trying to sleep and slowly losing his mind. So he did his business, washed his hands, and then stared into the mirror like a thriller protagonist on the verge of snapping.

He tightened his hands around the edge of the sink, counting every breath. His body vibrated with the need to move, to do something, so Johnny washed his face as well. With a wet hand, he pushed back his bangs, and watched a drop of water gather along his forehead.

What was he even doing? Maybe Changbin was right, maybe he didn't worry enough about the whole thing. But Johnny couldn't imagine ghosting Changbin now. It wasn't fair when he seemed so excited about a friendship with Johnny. Or maybe Johnny was just projecting, because that's what he wanted Changbin to feel. Excitement. About Johnny, about them spending time together, about every late night call they had.

None of this was going to work out well. Because Johnny was selfish, because he didn't know how to just be friends when he wanted so much more.

Johnny wiped down his face and hands. He slipped open the door, flicking off the lights as he stepped out. A deep sigh filled the silence as Johnny looked up. Right at Jaehyun. Johnny yelped, grabbing his chest.

"What the fuck, dude?"

Jaehyun pursed his lips, as if he had any right to be offended. Not when he just scared the shit out of Johnny by standing quietly in the dark.

"At least warn me," Johnny continued, glaring.

"You would have jumped either way."

"Not true."

"Sure, Hyung."

Johnny huffed, wrinkling his nose. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Oh, Taeyong-hyung was trying to teach me a video game. Decided to stay for the night."

"Right. What game?"

"I don't know. One with guns?" Jaehyun replied, clearly struggling.

"Oh yes, right, that one. I know that one," Johnny mused.

Crossing his arms, Jaehyun gave a short, sarcastic laugh. Johnny smirked. Maybe he would have woken up Donghyuck if Johnny had known talking to someone would make him feel so much better. Not great, but he took anything he could get.

"Why are you up this late?" Jaehyun asked as the silence stretched too long.

"Why are you?" Johnny retorted.

"Taeyong-hyung snores."

"Of course."

If he might say himself, Johnny was just as good at avoiding eye contact as he was at keeping it. Unfortunately, Jaehyun could be persistent.

"And you, hyung?" Jaehyun asked, leaning in a little closer.

"Couldn't sleep."

"You? Can't sleep?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Jaehyun scoffed. "The only times you can't sleep is when one of us has to play therapist."

Not true. Johnny had plenty of struggles with sleep, but he couldn't deny it now. He didn't get up for emotional counseling, but Jaehyun didn't look like he had any plan to leave. Arms crossed, expression open, he seemed to be waiting for Johnny to spill his heart out. At one in the morning, in the middle of the hallway.

Not as bad as that time Mark confided in Johnny about his homesickness in the middle of a grocery store though, so whatever.

Johnny sighed, and leaned against the wall next to Jaehyun. Curious eyes watched his every move, but Johnny stared straight ahead instead. He traced the vague shapes of Pokémon on the poster that Taeyong had put up when he got offended that no one knew all 150 originals. Johnny memorized them against his will.

"Alright, if you really want to help me with my monthly sad boy hour…"

"I always want to help you,hyung."

"Lies, but okay." Johnny adjusted his stance, as if that would save him from confessing. "Be honest, if you liked someone, but know for a fact that pursuing them is a bad idea, would you still do it?"

Jaehyun hummed. He crossed his arms, lifting one hand to scratch at his chin. A soft hum vibrated in his throat as his eyes wandered around them, as if the darkness had the answers. If only it was that easy.

"Yes," Jaehyun said, looking up at Johnny again.

"Yes?"

"Yes," Jaehyun repeated firmly.

"Why?"

"Why not? A bad idea doesn't mean it will end badly. Remember when I put chili sauce on strawberries?"

"Yeah, Taeil threw up."

Jaehyun nodded. An almost proud smile decorated his face.

"I enjoyed them."

"Of course you did, but you can't compare Gordon Ramsay's greatest nightmare to…" Johnny gestured wildly around them, the words stuck in his throat.

"No, listen-"

"Please enlighten me, Jae."

"Taeil threw up. Taeyong and Yuta planned to kill me in my sleep. But that doesn't matter, because I enjoyed it."

"Ah. You mean I shouldn't care about what others say?"

Jaehyun nodded firmly, smile growing wider.

That was… any easy answer. Too easy. Or maybe too difficult, actually. How could Johnny just ignore everyone else's opinion when it could ruin everything?

"You’re straight, dude. My problem is a guy, and I'm already in the public eye with rumors. One wrong move…" Johnny sighed, closing his eyes.

"You just have to be careful. Plenty of gay idols are dating and are fine. Like Wonho!"

"Eyes are on me. I can't just-" Johnny groaned. "Fuck. Not caring about other people's opinions isn't something I can afford right now."

Their eyes met. Sympathy sparked in Jaehyun's face. An apology crawled up Johnny's throat. It didn't matter that Jaehyun was straight, he lived long enough with queer people to at least understand their struggle enough.

"Sorry, dude. I just don't know what to do."

Jaehyun waved his hand. "You're right. It's not that easy, but I stand by that you should still try it. Just, you know, be careful, and you'll be fine."

"Be careful…" Johnny echoed, shaking his head.

"Hyung, at the end of the day your happiness is the most important thing. Whatever you decide to do, we're all on your side."

Blinking in surprise, Johnny looked at Jaehyun. A warm pressure settled in his chest as the words, combined with Jaehyun's smile, sank in.

What was it about late night conversations that got people feeling vulnerable and deep? Whatever it was, it was nice. Johnny liked this. Sure, he was always aware how much they all supported each other, but having a reminder that someone was standing in his corner was nice. Comforting. These simple words eased some of the tension in his muscles like a massage.

Johnny smiled back.

"Thank you, Hyunnie."

"I'm the best therapist, I know," Jaehyun said.

"Aaaand the moment is gone."

They both laughed, open and loud, unperturbed by the possibility of waking someone up. As they calmed, Jaehyun pushed himself off the wall towards the bathroom. They exchanged some last pleasantries, Jaehyun reaffirmed his encouragement, and then the bathroom door slipped shut.

Johnny released a shaky breath into the darkness. He dragged himself back to his room, sudden exhaustion tugging at his body. His mind ran wild with everything Jaehyun said, the questions it brought, the what if's and the scale Johnny used to weigh the pros and cons. As he snuggled back under his blanket, he still had no definitive answer.

There was only one thing he was sure of. He liked Seo Changbin. Whatever would come from it, he would take it.

~~~~~~~

Against all odds, Johnny did actually sleep the remaining few hours. He had run on less, so he felt quite refreshed as he arrived at the gym. It was one Changbin frequently visited. Johnny felt a twinge of guilt for giving up his loyalty to his usual gym, but he would have done a lot for Changbin at this point.

The front didn't really give much away. Not even glass windows, just a simple sign above the metal door with the name. A few ads decorated the concrete wall, but it looked shady at best. If it wasn't for Changbin standing at the door, Johnny might have decided this was a trap for kidnapping him.

"Morning!" Johnny chirped as he approached his friend.

Changbin glanced up from his phone, eyes wide. They immediately narrowed into slits, the corners wrinkling, exposing his smile despite the mask.

"I'm glad you could make it," Changbin said.

Good, he sounded energetic too. Johnny wouldn't have known what to do if Changbin turned out to not be a morning person.

Changbin put away his phone, pulling out a card instead.

"This is Jisung's. You can't get in without a membership."

"I could just make my own."

"No, why? Jisung doesn't use his currently, and it's paid for by the company."

Johnny raised an eyebrow, hesitantly accepting the card. "Isn't this some sort of identity theft?"

"No one will ask, trust me. I got my friend Yeonjun into the gym before with Chan's card."

"The Yeonjun from TXT?" Johnny asked, glancing sideways at Changbin.

"The one and only. Do you know anyone from TXT well?"

When Johnny said no, it was like flipping a switch. Changbin fell into a full monologue about his friend and the other TXT members, spilling both praises and annoyances. Especially about whatever was going on between Beomgyu and some of the Stray Kids members. Johnny just listened. He could have listened to Changbin for hours, but it was only a few minutes before the outside was getting too cold and they decided to finally get inside.

Johnny missed this. As much as he loved all of the other NCT members, always seeing the same faces and hearing the same stories lost its touch at some point. Sometimes he just needed to hang out with someone outside of the group to reboot his social energy.

And Changbin was perfect. Witty, cute, and so in tune with Johnny's vibe it might have scared him if he hadn't already expected them to get along so well.

In the early hours, the gym was too quiet. Every noise echoed too loudly, the tune of some American pop song too quiet, like it was coming from another room no matter where Johnny stood. The woman at the counter smiled at them as they finally got inside, greeting Changbin like they were old friends. She only regarded Johnny with a curious glance. He bowed his head, and she giggled.

Their conversation quieted down as they assessed all the machines and different dumbbells before them, though Changbin was quick to decide where to go. Johnny went to the treadmill for a warm up.

For a while, the silence weighed comfortably around them. They each did their own thing, but Johnny did wonder why Changbin chose the gym to meet. Sure, it was easy, but it wasn't exactly the right etiquette to talk while working out. Johnny wasn't even that big on going to the gym. Sure, he did it because he deemed it necessary, and he enjoyed it, but just judging from Changbin's body, they didn't exactly take it seriously in the same way.

Johnny stepped off the treadmill and glanced over at Changbin. He had moved from the chest press machine to lifting dumbbells. As Johnny approached, he couldn't help but admire the way muscles bulged and strained against his tight shirt. Too impressive to ignore.

Johnny swallowed, and stepped closer. In that moment, Changbin stilled, and their eyes met in the mirror spreading along the wall. Johnny smiled, sitting down on the bench as well. Changbin slowly put the dumbbell down, eyes raking Johnny up and down, mouth hanging slightly open around soft puffs of air.

"Do you have a whole routine?" Johnny asked. "Or do you just do what you feel like doing?"

"Routine. Monday is chest, Tuesday is back, Wednesday is shoulders, and Thursday is leg."

"Wow. And your biceps?" Johnny shuffled a little closer, gaze fixed on Changbin's arms.

"I work on that inbetween here and there."

"Right. It's impressive, you know?" Johnny glanced up through eyelashes.

Changbin visibly swallowed.

"I mean, wow. Can I touch?" Johnny pointed at Changbin's arm.

"Yeah? Sure."

Slowly, Johnny lifted a hand, observing every reaction closely. He was ready to stop at any discomfort, but Changbin only stared intently at the hand drawing closer like it was the most interesting thing. Johnny's fingertips grazed the skin right underneath the short sleeve. Both their skins were warm, but Changbin's seemed to outright burn.

Johnny leaned in a little closer, fingers gently wrapping around Changbin's biceps. He squeezed once, barely putting in any pressure. The muscles easily molded under his touch, much softer than he had expected, but as he pressed a bit harder, he found the firmness he was looking for.

"Incredible…" Johnny whispered under his breath.

"It's not in..incredible," Changbin said.

Johnny couldn't help but coo at him. The change of tone when Changbin spoke English filled Johnny's chest with a warm fuzzy excitement. Like watching a puppy give paw for the first time. The hesitant higher pitch was just too cute. Though Johnny could definitely hear the influence from Felix and Chan in the way Changbin pronounced certain words. It added to how endearing it was.

"No, it's very much incredible. I mean, wow, what you lack in height, you make up for size."

"What do you mean lack? I'm 180cm. At least!"

Johnny huffed, and instantly stood up. "Let's compare!"

Hesitation crossed Changbin's face, quickly replaced by determination. He pushed himself to his feet, but instead of straightening up, he climbed onto the bench where he actually stood up properly. Johnny stared for what felt like a whole minute as Changbin proudly crossed his arms like a cat who got the cream. Like this, he actually had a whole head advantage over Johnny.

Johnny blinked a few times, his mind finally catching up. Immediately, he started laughing, wheezing as he grabbed Changbin's waist for support.

"You're so fucking cute, bunny!"

"Ah, you~" Changbin purred, gently boxing Johnny's shoulder.

"Okay, but-" Johnny snaked his arms around Changbin's waist, tugging him closer. "-I like that you're shorter than me~"

With one swift tug, he got Changbin to lose his balance. His protests stumbled into a loud yelp as Johnny heaved him over his shoulder. For a moment, Changbin seemed to consider fighting, body tense, but then he fell slack, sighing heavily. Johnny patted the back of his thigh as he turned to face the mirror again.

Despite his morals, Johnny admired Changbin's backside for a good few seconds. The need to touch the gentle curve of his butt tingled in Johnny's fingertips, but he gripped the thick thighs tighter instead.

"You're much lighter than I expected," Johnny said.

Instantly, Changbin tensed up again. Silence stretched around them, uncomfortable, planting concern in Johnny's chest. Considering everything, he had expected some witty response, or at least a laugh, but Changbin remained as quiet as a mouse.

Johnny carefully put Changbin back on his feet. His heart sank at the expression Changbin had, furrowed brows, lips pursed into a pout. But it wasn't in the usual cute way, but genuine hurt tugged at the edges. He didn't even look at Johnny.

"Bunny, I just meant because of your muscles! I thought they would add some, you know, weight," Johnny said.

His hands hovered awkwardly over Changbin's shoulders, but with the sudden tension crackling in the air, he refused to actually touch. Though, he wasn't quite sure if it was the right move with the way Changbin stared at his hand, eyes narrow, sharp.

"I'm not heavy," Changbin whispered.

"Of course not! You're light as a feather-"

"But you expected me to be heavy."

Johnny swallowed. Oh, he fucked up.

"I- You know, it's…" Groaning, Johnny rubbed the back of his head. "I'm sorry, I really just meant your muscles. Not for…any other reason. I'll shut up now."

Changbin slowly looked up. A soft flush decorated his cheeks. His pupils trembled as he seemed to take in Johnny's face, like searching for something only he knew about.

"Do you think… Do I look heavy?"

The small crack in Changbin's voice broke something deep inside Johnny. He wanted nothing more than to hug Changbin, spill the praises until any doubt was drowned, but they weren't close enough for that. They weren't close enough for anything. What was Johnny doing?

He swallowed, shaking his head.

"No, bunny. Your body is amazing. I'm jealous, not gonna lie."

Changbin didn't quite look convinced. Johnny couldn't blame him. That they had this conversation at all, that Changbin let himself be vulnerable enough, that surprised Johnny much more than Changbin being insecure about his body.

How close were they really then? What even were the steps of a friendship? Johnny hadn't talked to any NCT member about childhood trauma until they had a full year together as a group, but he also knew that Yuta cried to Taeil about homesickness after only a week.

Johnny forced himself to smirk, leaning in a little closer towards Changbin. With the height difference, he actually had to bend over a little. Changbin's eyebrow twitched upward, anger slowly melting away in favor of curiosity.

"I bet-" Johnny continued. "-you can carry me too, bunny."

"Easy."

"Prove it."

The moment Johnny straightened his back again, Changbin stepped at his side. He put one arm around Johnny's back, and the other pushed against the back of his knees. Johnny was too surprised to think much about it. He dropped his arms around Changbin's neck just as his feet lost their connection to the floor. Changbin huffed with some effort trying to get Johnny comfortable in his arms, but he ultimately succeeded, and a smirk curled his lips.

Johnny looked down at himself with big eyes, then back at Changbin.

"Wow, am I heavy?"

"No," Changbin said, and just to prove it, he did a whole squat.

Despite how much Johnny got jostled with the move, his heart fluttered, like a rollercoaster dropping at the first hill.

"I was just about to ask if you can squat while carrying me."

Changbin laughed. His whole face brightened with the sound, chasing a warm spark down Johnny's spine. He couldn't help but laugh as well. Even as the sound died, their smiles lingered, eyes fixed on each other.

This time, the silence covered them like a fluffy blanket as everything else but them seemed to melt away. Maybe it was just Johnny whose chest tightened against his rapidly beating heart, but considering the way Changbin's face softened, he must have felt something too. Something! But was Johnny allowed to guess?

Voices echoed from the front of the gym. They both perked up. Johnny guessed it was another early gym member, and Changbin seemed to expect the same. He quickly put Johnny down. Though, he was a lot more gentle than any of the NCT members who tried to carry Johnny before.

They looked at each other for a moment longer, but with the tension cut, they both couldn't hold it. Heat actually creeped into Johnny's face. He was sure this was the first time he got overwhelmed from eye contact. Usually, he made it his mission to get everyone else uncomfortable. The things Changbin did to him…

"We should continue our work out," Changbin said.

"Right. Yeah."

They both cleared their throat. Changbin sat back down on the bench, grabbing his dumbbell again. Johnny looked around a little lost for a good minute, unsure of what to do, instead watching the woman who just got here. She didn't pay the two men any mind, but Changbin was watching her with the slightest hint of worry.

They worked out for another hour or so. Here and there, they got engaged in some conversation when they spotted for each other, but Johnny realized that going to the gym together is not the best date idea. They had more insightful talks while messaging each other between schedules.

Still, the sense of something deeper lingered. Like this was where Johnny belonged, here, next to Changbin, laughing at a story about him and Jisung trying to bake a cake. They lost a bowl in the process, and nobody dared to try a piece of the cake.

It felt right. Changbin felt right.

As they stepped outside, they were greeted by a sky of blooming oranges and yellows. A gust of wind hit Johnny's face. He shivered against it, regretting that he didn't bring another set of clothes. Sweat soaked his shirt underneath the jacket, but thankfully the manager was already waiting for him. Changbin seemed to have found his ride home as well, waving at someone who at closer inspection turned out to be Bang Chan.

"Your dad is picking you up?" Johnny asked, leaning in so close, his breath brushed Changbin's skin.

A visible shudder chased through Changbin, and he jerked away. He lifted his hand to hide his ear, but hesitated as their eyes met, deciding to adjust his mask instead. Johnny smirked, and covered his face as well.

"Dad?" Changbin echoed.

"What? Do you not call your leader father?"

Changbin barked out a laugh, shoulders shaking.

"Jisung and Jeongin sometimes do as a joke, but that feels weird to me."

"Right." Johnny tilted his head, still close enough to see every little twitch in Changbin's face. "I bet you would rather have a daddy."

Changbin's eyes widened. He choked on whatever words he wanted to say, falling into a whole coughing fit. Johnny gently patted his back, proud of himself. Maybe there was a little guilt. Just a smidge.

"Should we- I mean-" Changbin cleared his throat. "This was nice. I mean, working out together. That was nice."

"Yeah. I'm just sad we didn't talk much."

"Maybe we’ll get some time soon to go out properly again. I mean, meet up. To eat somewhere, or something."

"I would like that."

Until then, Johnny would take what he could get. And who was he to complain about watching Changbin get sweaty and work his incredible muscles? Besides, if this was making Changbin happy, Johnny would do it every day. Maybe not every day, but more than once a week.

God, he really was down bad.

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smutstationchoochoo · 10 months

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Desperate

COD Men x FemReader

Hear me out: a sex pollen fic where reader isn’t affected but he is and he is gone.

Word count: ~3.6k

A/N: It’s just the poorly written sex pollen drabble of my dreams, it’s fuck or die lads. Insert your favorite COD man here. Please forgive me for any spelling/grammar mistakes and my complete lack of knowledge regarding military things, all I know is that these men are hot and I love them.

Warnings: sex pollen, unprotected PIV (wrap it up), overstimulation, dubious consent (consent is sexy folks)

Banner credit: @cafekitsune

You all had been briefed at 0200. The flight to Berlin left at 0300 where the team would be infiltrating a terrorist hideout, a suspected manufacturing site for a new chemical agent. You were told that as long as you didn’t ingest it, you would be fine.

The fact that it had been made airborne was not in the fucking briefing.

The team had been split into pairs, you and he took the North side of the suspected warehouse. The size of it should have tipped you all off. Everything was running smoothly until 3 combatants had come from the door at the end of the corridor. He called for cover and ran ahead. You dropped two before he even got a stride in. The other he disarmed in seconds and then with a deafening crack, both men slammed through a door and into the resulting room. A brief struggle then silence. You heard him start to call the ok, his voice in the comm sounding clearer than earlier, then a noise, a pop, and the sound of air. You froze, watching a gas spill from the open door and dissipate immediately. Just when you started moving again, a growling, “Don’t,” tore through the comm. Then, the sound of ripping Velcro and something hard (his helmet you realized with a sickening drop) hitting the concrete floor echoed out to you. Soft murmurs that grew into angry outbursts of fuck fuck fuck transformed into one that became a groan of what sounded like complete and utter pain. You didn’t even have to think, the severity of the situation settled in. “It’s a gas,” you barked into the comms, “Northside hit, need medevac in 30, going dark.” You waited for confirmation, seconds after getting it and receiving news that the warehouse was almost cleared, you went to find him.

You knew what it did, you all did. Jokes had been made, smirks shared, but you all knew how bad it was. You weren’t even close to prepared. He was sitting against the far wall or rather pressed into it using it to keep his now shaking frame upright, gear strewn around the room, combatant on your immediate left with a mask (his mask, the masks you all were wearing just in fucking case) gripped in a dead hand, an empty canister mockingly sitting in the middle of the room.

You gripped the combatant by his legs and dragged him to the hall, before slamming the door shut upon reentry and grabbing a near chair to jam the door. You immediately began stripping yourself of your outer tactical gear until you both matched in only your boots, pants, and base shirts and then you turned your attention to him. Now kneeling by his side you took him in, looking for any other injuries noting nothing serious. That almost made you laugh with relief until you saw the front of his pants and him frantically palming the growing outline. You swallowed and quickly looked at his face shocked back to the reality of the current situation. The usually stoic, always larger than life, incredibly strong man in front of you was reduced to tears dripping from his now blown and hazy eyes, falling down flushed cheeks and landing on the front of his shirt that clung to his hyperventilating chest. You knew he had been shot, stabbed often, and left for dead a time or two, but this…

Shiny and new neurotoxin, you remembered the brief, attacks the nervous system, causing the mark to feel intense arousal and as if they have been lit on fire, specially formulated not only to cause pain but a complete and utter breakdown of will as victims often experience hallucinations and loss of self. If left in the system, it raises the core temperature until convulsions set in, and then heart attack occurs. Do not touch it.

No one had to ask how it was worked out of the system. Then again, they all believed they were too smart to touch the shit. Couldn’t do much about breathing it in when your mask was ripped from your face though.

Your hand pressed to his slick forehead now radiating heat, and feeling as if it could burn you like an open flame. At the touch of your blessedly cool hand, he hissed a low fuck through his gritted teeth, keening into your touch. You swallowed, hand tilting his cheek to look up at you when you asked, “Can I help?” His hair was sticking up at all angles from the helmet being hastily pulled from his head, and he looked up at you and gave one weak nod, “Please.”

Upon looking at the desperation pooling in those dark eyes (those eyes you often were caught staring at) any small reservations evaporated from your body under his burning gaze. You swiftly reached out, mercifully helping him escape from the now too-tight pants, the bite of his zipper. The moment your skin brushed against the head of him he was bucking up against it. You had to reach the other hand out to steady yourself against his shoulder, another touch that jutted his hips and had him twitching into your grip.

“Is- is this helping?” you croaked out, struggling to swallow, struggling to contain the wave of arousal that was threatening to course through you. He nodded, chin slack against his chest as he watched your hand work against him, moving up and down against the veins seemingly trying to break through his skin. No thoughts went through his mind other than the knowledge that you were jerking him off and that it felt so good that he could cry in relief. But then something shuddered within him, something loud and fast like a wildfire, burning just as much, and hot thick ropes of cum spilled over your hand. He couldn’t even cry out, it happened so fast. His breath was coming out in loud pants, when a new thought, the thought that he had just come in maybe thirty seconds flashed through his mind but it was quickly replaced with the horrible realization that the feeling of being on fire wasn’t going away. It was getting worse, out of control, containment measures failed. At this, he let out a sob as his hips moved of their own volition into your still soothing grip. It wasn’t enough, he knew, you knew, it wasn’t enough.

You stood, and he whimpered at the loss of your touch but all sound stopped in his throat when he watched you decisively unzip your pants and pull them down to your ankles underwear included, kicking off a boot, and one pant leg. When you straddled his lap he desperately pulled you down onto him, your exposed core grinding down where he wanted you, where he fucking needed you, that’s when he began to talk. Begging you to help him, saying that he’s sorry over and over, that he needs your help, incoherent babbling from a breaking mind, please it hurts so bad, I-I don’t, I can’t- fuck, I need you... All cool, calm, collectedness burnt to fucking ash. Just a man reduced to pure longing and want. A longing and want that might be what was threatening to kill him, not the toxin, just the build up over the days, weeks, months he had been around you threatening to crush him. He almost wants to die, this was never how it was supposed to be. He wanted it to be good for you, you deserve that, you deserve better, he could have given you better-

But now what was he? A heaving chest under a sweat soaked shirt beneath eyes that watch you like some feral animal. Hands wanting to claw at the clothing now so heavy, hot, and itchy against his burning skin, but instead were gripping onto your hips like it’s going to save him from burning to a crisp. The broken moans tearing their way from his throat when you line up his painfully hard cock to your entrance makes you throb, and then his choking cry as you slide down on him punches the air from your chest.

“Does this feel ok?” you panted out after a moment, struggling, trying not to drown in the pleasure of him stretching you, filling you. He couldn’t form the words, couldn’t even nod. His forehead falling to your shoulder in utter relief, mouth dropped open as he repeats your name over and over like an apology, a thanks, a goddamned prayer. How all he can do is sit there on the floor of some warehouse, back against a wall, the only thing resembling his usual strength is that ironclad hold he has on your hips as he helps you drag yourself up, then, accompanied by the tortuously obscene sounds of your wetness, back down. Brokenly pleading with you not to stop, don’t stop, fuck p-please don’t stop. You feel like molten heaven against his cock, your moans like angels (or devils, he’s too far gone to care at this point) singing through the blood rushing in his ears. One of your hands again steadies yourself on his shoulder, the other steadying him, an anchor point, with your achingly gentle hold on the nape of his damp neck (so gentle that it breaks his fucking heart, he wanted to give you more, you deserved more) as you ride him. Your hips rock once more, twice more, before his body seizes up with electricity that ricochets up his spinal cord and reverberates through his skull. His fingers dig into the soft skin of your hips, teeth grinding and eyes slamming shut, as he releases inside of you with a shattered cry. The sound of you gasping, now clutching, raking your fingers into him, has his hips continuing their rutting up into you, pushing his cum as deep as he can within your walls.

He stills for 10 seconds at most, panting breaths thunderous between you two, before pulling you into his chest, his hips slamming up into you, hard and hot as if he didn’t just fuck you until he could see every neuron firing behind his eyes. His hot open mouth finds your shocked one in a perfectly surprised “o,” more apologies pushing from his lungs and into yours between loud wet kisses as he listens (is blessed with thank you God) to you beginning to come apart. You couldn’t help it, as you ground down into his thrusts, even though you knew the threatening climax was going to be terrifying. Your breathing was ragged now as well, the air becoming harder and harder to drag into your lungs in between you cursing and moaning, and then- fucking hell- you’re at the precipice. Before you can even utter a syllable you are being flung over the edge. The pleasure rips through you, waves breaking against the rocky shore, with such intensity that it hurts, causing you to dig your nails into his skin, and bright spots to dance behind your closed eyes while the distant feeling of wetness registers from between you two. He explodes again with a gasp, feels you clench around him like a vice, his name, his real name, forcing its way from inside you and into his mouth with every pulse and it tastes so so good that he can’t stop, he never wants to stop, just filling you up until it drips from you, filling you with him because you’re his, his. Even when you both whimper and shudder with overstimulation, his arms shaking in their grip around you, he can only press his forehead to yours, rolling it desperately, as he begs for your forgiveness. I can’t stop, it won’t stop, I’ll make it good, please next time I’ll make it good.

“It is good,” you whisper to him with hitched breath from each thrust, trying to reassure him, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” You don’t know if he can hear you, his eyes are wild and don’t seem to even register that you are actually on top of him, that he’s inside of you, that he has made you yell out his name over and over and over. You don’t think he even knows what he is saying. Next time.

His own voice comes to him from somewhere far away, through the flames licking at his mind, please- fuckin’ hell please, just a little more- I just need one more, I need you, please don’t stop, I don’t want to stop nearly unrecognizable as he comes inside you again and again and again.

It isn’t until the medevac came and he was sedated that what just happened began to sink in. For a week, a fucking week, he’s in critical condition. No one talks about it, at least not in the way you all did before this. You saved him, you’re told. You don’t want to think about it, if you think about it then you think about how good it felt, how fucked it is that it felt good, and how everything is gone. If you think about all he said, you’d overthink, give meaning where there was none. He probably won’t be able to look at you anymore. You went to see him that first day. You sat next to him for mere minutes before bolting, the fear of him waking up and looking at you with disgust, telling you to get out in that icy voice you knew so well, sent you running straight to the mats to train until you wanted to scream. That’s all you did now, and that was where you decided you would stay until you died. That is until someone came and found you, told you he was awake, and that he had asked for you. The whole walk to the infirmary had adrenaline coursing through you, you wanted to run, to fight, to freeze right there in the hall and never move another fucking muscle. The thought of losing him, him being there but not wanting to be near you anymore made you feel sick. It had been so long, so long of repressing those feelings that flared in your chest when he smiled at you during sparring, the feeling of him seated next to you on a flight, his eyes catching yours just so you could stay with him. Well, you thought with dripping ire, that had literally and figuratively been fucked now hadn’t it?

You knocked, heard his gruff voice, and entered. You stopped dead in your tracks three steps into the room after mistakenly looking up and finding him staring at you from where he sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed, looking like he was about to head out on another call. You were desperately trying not to shake but your hands gave you away. You could take on a man twice your size without batting an eye but this?- you were terrified.

The moment you walked into the room, all his time that morning when he first woke thinking about what he would say to you, how he could face you, was knocked from his mind. You had saved his life. He never wanted that. He wanted to give it to you, it was yours after all. He didn’t know when it had become yours, every single part of him, but if he had to wager a guess it was the moment he found you in his life. And it might all be ruined.

The memories had started coming to him immediately after waking up, almost more clear and real now than in the moment. It jolted him awake so hard that the attending ran into the room for fear that his hammering heart had in fact given out. Once his breathing had calmed a little, he tried to sift through the fog. His recall of the smell of you, the arousal dripping from between your legs, mixed with your sweat and the familiar scent of your grapefruit and ginger shampoo, nearly pulled a groan from his chest. The soft touch of your hands, cool and strong against the fire that spread through his blood, had brought him back. The feeling of you breaking, the soft whines, the way you said his name… the things he had said, he couldn’t just shut the fuck up could he?

He had to bring his hands up to cover his eyes, willing the images to go away, just for a moment, please, he just needed some time, if only he had time- next time. Next time, he had told you. A desperate promise, a reassurance, trying to tell you that it wasn’t just the chemical coursing through him, it wasn’t just his hijacked nervous system. Did she know? Did she understand? That’s when he asked for you, without thinking, just wanting to see you, to explain. He had never been good with words unless it was biting sarcasm across comms or coolly delivering ultimatums in an interrogation. Then he remembered, the thing that sent his heart barreling through his chest for the second time, the machine next to him screaming. It is good, you had said, it’s ok, it’s ok, you had whispered.

He ripped the monitors off his chest, ignoring the doctor's protestations, found the clothes that had been brought in for him and got dressed. Now that you were standing here before him he was unsure. You looked scared, and he could count on one hand all the times he had seen you in such a state.

His staring was unnerving, more unnerving than if he had shouted, yelled, grabbed you, anything but this, this was fucking torture. You had to leave, just get off base, go somewhere, anywhere but here- the sudden sound of your name shook you from the reverie. The tone had your eyes finding his immediately.

He stayed seated, scared that if he stood, if he made his way to you, you would run, and you both knew that you were much quicker than him. If you ran, if you left, he would never catch up. Only when his knuckles began to ache did he realize how tightly he was gripping the edge of the mattress in an effort to keep himself there. It was hard to look at you and not remember the way you had looked when you pressed your hand to his forehead, when you had thrown your head back in pleasure, when you had grabbed his face when he was too exhausted to continue but thankfully no longer felt like he was burning alive. It was hard to remember and not stride across the room and hold you. He took a breath and forced his shoulders to relax in a way that he had done so many times before.

“I-,” he started, his voice cutting through the room, his normal voice, the one you recognized as him and it set you slightly at ease from sheer familiarity, “I’m so sorry.” Now he had to turn his eyes downcast.

“What?” Your response, the shock in your voice, forced him to look at you again. Your hands itched at your sides, confusion rippling across your face.

His eyes narrowed, he knew you so well. Always blaming yourself. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I’m sorry that happened, I’m sorry you were put in that position,” the word choice made him nearly cringe. He continued, “I never-I didn’t want it to happen that way.”

Your brain jolted, standing there in shocked silence, his words thundering through your ears accompanied by the pleading of next time.

He pressed on, desperately trying, “I know you, you’re going to think this was your fault. It wasn’t. There was nothing either of us could do, thank you for your, uh, help. Just- fuck, please just say some-,”

Shock still swept through you, the words escaped your mouth before you could think, “Did you mean it?” You figured by the way he leaned back that he knew what you were talking about. Then he held out a hand, palm up, an offering. Before you knew it, you had crossed the room, putting your hand in his and letting it gently pull you between his legs. His giant frame meant even sitting on the gurney that his gaze was level with yours, and those eyes searched your own when one word sounded through the room.

“Yes.”

This word broke you. One fucking word, one word that answered every glance between you two, every smile shared, a word you brokenly whispered into the night when you had a hand between your legs thinking about him knowing you shouldn’t. You hadn’t cried all week, but now the giant tears rolling down your cheeks felt like a release. When his free hand, warm and rough, swiped them away you couldn’t help leaning into it, just as he had done. All tension, all fear, dissipated from the room. That hand continued to just below your ear, cupping your neck, and gently pulling you forward to press his head against yours, eyes shutting, just resting there against each other in the moment.

“What the fuck are we gonna do?” you sighed.

You could feel the smirk that you knew was slipping across his mouth.

“Well, I did say next time.”

This time when you rode him with the small bed creaking beneath the movements, he stopped you any time you tried to speed up (it was your turn to beg and plead), keeping you at a languid torturous pace. That way the bastard had all the time in the world to whisper into your mouth, letting you taste each word, all the things he would do to you next time and all the times after that.

Thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you think! :)

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miniwheat77 · 9 months

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Triple Threat. (Keegan, König, & Ghost X Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected p in v sex, double penetration, Sex Pollen, drugs, death, violence, poorly translated German, (sorry if I missed any.)

It’s been a long day.

You’ve been walking for miles behind the trio of masked men. You aren’t even sure why you were sent on this mission, considering the three men in front of you were the strongest. Physically and Mentally. They’re all skilled, more skilled than you’ll ever be. But you obey orders and even though you’re pointless to be here, you’re still enjoying yourself. König thought you’d be useful, you can’t argue there.

You’re lagging behind a bit, listening to everything going on. You’ve got a clear idea of how this mission is supposed to go. Capture the target, see what he knows, leave no survivors.

After a couple bomb threats from this person with the target of the base you all stayed on, you had no choice but to do this. You were getting too close to his operation and he was getting desperate. Which means whatever he has going on, is not good. You’d been walking a few miles, it’s where you were dropped off. You were closing in on the building he was in. It was all dense jungle around it. Nowhere to run.

As you approached the building, you noticed quite a few men outside. They were loading up a truck with crates of something. None of you had any kind of idea what it could be. “Keegan and Ghost, you two go ahead. You’re the quietest.” You nod. They give you nods of their own before splitting off into their own directions. “I’m going to go around, see if I can’t get a clear shot of some on the other side.” You mumble to König. He tilts his head. “Be safe, schatz.” You smile, “always.”

You make your way around, not having any idea of what awaits you ahead.

König watches through his scope, not sure why he’s out here when he did better with close combat, but nevertheless he kept quiet and stayed hidden. He watched Ghost and Keegan zero in.

“Y/N, how’s it looking?” He says into his radio.

He receives nothing but silence.

“Y/N? Do you copy?”

After another few minutes of silence, he begins to panic.

“Y/N isn’t responding, she circled around to get a better view, verrücktes Mädchen.” He mumbles the rest as he releases the button on his radio. “Shit. We have to get inside.” Ghost calls back.

“Keegan, do you copy?”

Ghost calls.

Goosebumps rise on his skin when he gets nothing in return. He’s breathing hard, resting up against a door. “Keegan?” He asks again. He sighs. “König. Keegan isn’t answering either.”

He takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He’s surprised when König doesn’t call back.

“König?”

Silence.

“God damnit.“ he breathes, taken by surprise when a dart is being shot into his neck. “What the f-“

That’s the last he remembers.

Slowly, one by one, they’re waking up. They’re on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs. They’ve killed most of the threats, but there’s still one. “Rise and shine.” He smiles. Their vision is blurry but they can hear you whimpering. When they fully register what’s going on, they start to panic. You’re strapped to a chair, fully naked. You’ve got a cloth tied around your mouth. “What the fuck is going on?” Keegan yells. “Ah, so you can talk.” The man smiles. He’s breathing hard, fighting against his restraints. He runs a knife over your chest and you close your eyes tightly, breathing heavily. “Deep breaths darling. Yeah, that’s it.” He chuckles.

König’s eyes darken. He wants to rip this man’s head off for touching you.

“Your precious girl here is infected now. Well… all of you are.” He chuckles. “This little dart here. Holds 1 Milliliter of the sweetest drug you can get your hands on.” He holds up the little dart. “I prescribe about 1/4 of that for my very special clients. You’re all infected with enough of this to kill a horse.” He laughs. “What the hell is it?” Ghost seethes. “Oh? You don’t know?” He smirks. “It’s a sex drug. A bit like the over the counter ones you can buy, but on steroids. When you take a little bit, you get aroused, you produce pheromones that attract people, makes sex intense. But when you take in more than the recommended amount..” he clicks his tongue.

“Heart rate picks up. Blood pressure rises. Keeps rising and rising until it bottoms out. You’ll either die of a heart attack or your heart will just give out.” He laughs. “So.. your girl here. She was infected first. Which means she’s going to die first, and you’re all going to watch her squirm. She’s going to beg for relief, beg for anything you’ll give her. But you’re stuck.” He laughs. “The only way she’ll feel better is if she gets fucked enough.” He laughs. He sits down in a chair, writing something down. “Ich werde dich töten.” König seethes. Looking up at him through his mask. “What was that big guy? Hm?” He laughs. He stands up once more. “You know what, I’ve got an idea. How about we get rid of the ridiculous costumes, show your real faces!” He claps his hands together. He starts with König, pulling off his hood. He glares up at him. Next was Ghost, he tugs his balaclava off. Ghost sends him a death stare. Next was Keegan, who had a smile on his face. “What are you smiling at?” He crouches down. “Just think your head is going to look perfect on a stick.” He spits in his face. He growls. “Whatever. Pay close attention to your little girlfriend, she’s going to start begging soon enough.” He mumbles. “She’s actually really sexy, might give her a go before her heart explodes.” He grips his dick through his jeans and that’s when König tugs at the ropes, feeling them start to give away. You whimper out, shifting in your chair. “Yeah, there we go.” He chuckles, sitting back down. He goes back to writing something down, and you squirming on the chair doesn’t help the situation at all. You’re rubbing your thighs together, raising your hips. You’re rutting them down into the chair for any sort of relief. As the time goes on, the worse it gets. Pretty soon, all three men are trying to ignore the tightening in their pants, shifting uncomfortably, trying hard to get out of their restraints.

“Awe. Look at you.” The man smiles. “Soaking the chair.” He chuckles. He runs his fingertips up your thigh and you flinch. “Stop.” Ghost growls. “Nah, I think it’s time I take her for a test drive.” He smiles. König rips through the ropes, the man freezes when he hears the click of a gun.

“Turn around.” He growls. “Woah… take it easy big guy. I was only joking.”

“Ich habe einen Witz für dich.” He smiles. “What?” He asks. Just then, König pulls the trigger. He hits the man right between the eyes. He falls backward, blood pouring from his head. König cuts the ropes off of Ghost and motions for him to free Keegan. König rushes to get to you. “You okay?” He asks. “No-“ you shiver. He kneels down, freeing you from the chair. “I know, it’s hard. But you have to fight it.” Ghost mumbles. “Are you hurt? Did he touch you?” He asks. You shake your head. “No.” You grit your teeth. “Where are your clothes?”

“I don’t know, it’s too hot anyways.” You pant. Your skin is hot to the touch. Keegan stands behind you, brushing your hair away from you to look at you. You’re completely clear aside from a tiny puncture mark from the dart. “The… the only way-“ you grit your teeth, closing your eyes. “The only way is to have sex, I can feel my heart beating out of my chest.” You whine. “I feel it too.” Keegan mutters. Ghost looks down. Agreeing silently. König nods his head. “So what do we do?” Keegan asks.

“We do what we have to.” Ghost mumbles. You nod your head.

The more aroused the three men get, the better they seem to smell. They’re attracting you so much. You bend over, crying out. “You okay?” Keegan kneels by you. “Can’t take it anymore.” You look up at him. Tears streaming from your eyes. “Cmon.” He mumbles, sliding his arm under the bend of your knees and your back. He lifts you up. “We’ve got to find a room or something. If we’re going to do this we have to start now.” Keegan mumbles. They nod. They quickly move through the building, Ghost first, König next, and than Keegan with you. They move in a line, just in case there’s more men they don’t know about. You whine into Keegan’s shoulder. Propping yourself up onto him. “Y/N- what are you doing?” He mumbles. “Need it- need it so bad Keegan.” You mewl. You grip onto him, wiggling out of his grasp so that you’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist. You attack his neck with your teeth, grinding your hips into him.

“Shit- Y/N. We’re almost there. You have to stop-“ he grits his teeth, Ghost and König glance back at you, seeing you attacking Keegan. Your desperation has them aching.

“In here.” Ghost holds open the door, locking it behind you and propping a chair up on it just in case. It’s a bedroom, at last. “Ah- you’ve got to let go sweetheart.” Keegan groans. “No, please. I need it. Need it so bad.” You whine. Grinding your hips into him more. “I know, we’re going to help you. Just… for one second baby.” He breathes. You let go of him and he lowers you onto the bed. “Fuck..” he growls. Noticing the way you’ve soaked the front of him. The three men are standing at the edge of the bed, staring down at you. Like you’re the finest meal they’ve ever laid their eyes on. Keegan is first to break, reaching for his belt. Your pupils are blown out as you watch his hands move to unbuckle it. The other two follow his movements. You bite your lip, body shivering at the thought of what’s about to happen. You can’t help yourself, reaching between your legs to stimulate the sensitive nub that awaits any kind of relief it can get. A mewl leaves your lips and you tilt your head back. “She’s going to have to get used to me, I’ll go last.” König nods. They all silently agree. He’s right, he’s the biggest of the three. After admiring the way you touch yourself, they can’t anymore.

Keegan reaches out, grasping your hips and pulling you to the edge of the bed. “Poor girl. Just soaking..” he breathes. He rubs the tip of his cock over your aching hole, a whine leaving your lips as you raise your hips into him. He moves his hips forward, the tip of his cock pushing through your wet folds. You want to cry when he fills you up. The relief you feel is incredible. You can feel more tears welling up in your eyes as he starts to thrust himself inside of you.

The squelch from your wet pussy is the only thing they can hear besides your whines. You squirm around, the way he feels is almost too much. “Ah- you’re gripping me so tight.” He breathes. “Hold on.” Ghost mumbles. He lifts you up off of the bed, apologizing at the loss you feel from Keegan exiting you. You straddle him. “You wet enough from her?” He asks. Keegan nods his head. “Y-yeah. Fuck.” He groans. He’s never done anything like this before, nothing like he’s about to do. Ghost lines his cock up with your pussy, and you sink down onto him with a gasp. Clutching his shoulders. “There you go, now relax for Keegan alright?” You nod your head. You feel Keegan’s tip aligning with your ass. You’d be worried. If it weren’t for the drug, you’d be modest and shy away from what they’re doing. But as he fills your ass to the hilt with ease, the fullness you feel. You can’t even think straight anymore.

The pleasure you feel from them has you on cloud 9. Vision blurring, you can barely make a sound. Your lips are parted, eyes are blown wide as they start to move into you. A chuckle leaves Ghosts lips at your reaction to them.

“She’s feeling good.” He laughs. “Think so.” Keegan chuckles. You rest your head on Ghosts shoulder, turning to look at König. He’s pumping his cock quickly, he’s desperate too. You reach your hand out for him. He moves closer and you take him into your hand, pumping his cock. He gasps out, head tilting back. You can see them, all of them. More than just the color of their eyes. You can see their sharp jawlines, the small scars decorating their faces. You can see the curves of their lips, their stubble that needs to be shaved. You can see and feel all of them, and it’s too much. Your first orgasm is coming fast. Your thighs are shaking, your cheeks are flushed from the warmth moving through you. “I.. I’m so close.” You whimper. Your hand tightens around König and he hisses slightly. “Fuck.” He groans. You clutch Ghost hard with your other hand. “I-“ you freeze up. Body going rigid as you reach your first orgasm. You cry out, soaking Ghost’s thighs with your arousal. “Oh fuck.” He breathes, looking down. “Look at the mess you’ve made of me.” He chuckles. “Ah fuck- I’m gonna cum too!” Keegan pants. He grips your hips hard. Thrusting into you harder. He’s chasing after his high, using you to reach it.

He’s panting hard, moans getting more unsteady by the second. “Oh fuck!” He growls, teeth gritted as he cums. His thrusts are sharp and bruising as he rides out his high, stuttering to a stop against you. You feel full of him, turning to look at him. He grips your throat, kissing you hard as he slides himself from your ass. “Fuck-“ he breathes. He steps away from you for a second.

“I think she’s ready for you, König.” Ghost nods. Keegan takes a deep breath, relaxing back into a chair. “Does it feel like it’s worn off?” Ghost asks him. He nods his head. “Yeah. I think it’s only got her so worked up because she’s smaller than us.” He nods. “Probably, never thought about it like that.” You’re rocking your hips into him, desperate for more. “I’ll go make sure the rest is all clear.” Keegan finishes getting dressed. König replaces the chair on the door behind him before making his way back to you. Ghost slides you off of him and you mewl at the emptiness you feel. He chuckles at this, “Relax, just for a second darling.”

“Go to König.” He breathes. You nod your head, König lifts you up into him, swapping places with Ghost. He sits down, lining his cock up with your entrance. “I’m really big sweetheart, so don’t get too eager.” He breathes. “Schau mich an.” He raises your chin and you look him in the eyes. “Keep looking at me.” He presses his forehead to yours. You slowly sink down onto him, thighs shaking slightly. He’s big. You moan out, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you. Once he’s bottoming out in you, you can barely hold yourself up. Ghost has his cock nestled into your ass, like Keegan had. He was already so close. When they start thrusting, you can’t keep quiet. It’s so much, and König adds to it. Circling your clit gently. Sucking your nipples into his mouth. You being stimulated is what helps the l drug wear off. He’d do what he had to.

Ghost has a tight grip on your hips, his thrusts are getting sloppy. He hisses, feeling you tighten slightly around him. He’s right on the edge. He tilts your head back, tugging slightly on your hair. König has one of your nipples between his lips, sucking gently as he rubs your clit. Ghost kisses you hard, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. It’s by far the best he’s ever had. His body jerks hard as he finishes inside of your ass, pulling away from you completely. You moan at the loss of him, turning to look at him. “I’m going to go help Keegan.” He mumbles. He’s readjusting his cargo pants, buckling his belt. “Be safe.” You whimper. He nods. When he leaves this time, neither you or König are worried about the chair in front of the door. He lifts you up, turning around so that he can lay you on the bed. Smiling when you refuse to let go of him. “Relax, Ich gehe nirgendwohin.” He pushes your hips down into the bed, and looks at you. He’s not sure you’re ready for the force he’s about to use on you, but as desperate as you seem to be, he doesn’t think you’ll mind.

He starts at a fast pace, fucking into you hard. It only takes a few seconds and you’re nearly crying from how rough he is with you. His cock is big and you’ve never taken anything like the three of them ever before. You’ve got a death grip on the blankets beneath you, and you can’t stay quiet. He releases one hand, using it to rub circles into your sensitive nub once more, and that’s when you lose it. You’re sobbing when you finally cum again, raising your hips into him and flinching away from him when he continues his fast pace. “Doing so good for me. So ein gutes Mädchen.” He pants. He leans down to kiss you once more, his high is approaching too. The stimulation he feels is intense, you’re wrapped so tight around him, he just can’t take it anymore.

“Oh yes… yes so close.” He grips your hips hard as he slips over the edge, hips hammering into yours as he cums. You’re sure there will be bruises all over you. “Verdammt, so gut.” He cries. His thrusts halt, and he realizes he’s just filled you up with his cum. He sighs. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He breathes. You look up at him. Eyes feeling heavy as the arousal finally begins to wear off. You send him a lazy smile. “Don’t be.” You breathe. He slides out of you, groaning as he does so. He takes a second, panting. He’s trying to catch his breath.

He helps you get cleaned up, making sure to clean your skin if the mix of arousal between the four of you.

He wraps you up in a clean blanket. Lifting you up and carrying you back into the room this had all begun. He’s looking around for your clothes but can’t seem to find them. “It’s all clear.” Keegan nods. König nods his head. He places you down in a chair for a moment, picking up his hood and returning it to cover his face. Ghost and Keegan doing the same. “I can’t find her clothes.” König sighs. “I’ve got them.” Keegan nods. He passes them to König and he thanks him. He unwraps the blanket you’re in, helping you get dressed. You’re exhausted and weak, eyes getting heavy as he helps you. “I’ve got a sample of the drug and some paperwork. That’s all we needed right?” Ghost asks. König nods his head. “Yes. All in all this was a successful mission.” He nods. “Jedoch, this stays between us.” He laughs. Ghost and Keegan can’t help but laugh, even you have a tired smile on your lips. “Yes sir.” Keegan laughs.

König ties your boots, and returns the blanket around you, lifting you up with ease. That was one good thing about the massive man, he was strong. “Let’s get to exfil. We all need to be checked out.” Ghost says. Everyone nods in agreement. You’ve finally fallen asleep and König can’t help but smile.

This was going to be a day to remember.

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yanderestarangel · 8 months

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HEADKANONS MK1 | 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 + 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊

TW: smut, anal sex, vaginal sex, blowjob, thigh fetish, mutual masturbation, degradation, pet names, bdsm, blindfold sex, overstimulation, oral F!receives, afab anatomy, no pronouns used other than 'you'.

Bi Han makes a standard sound when he's close to cumming, it's loud, hoarse moans and he'll curse as fuck off while he feels the familiar tightness in his balls - that is, you can tell when he's going to cum, mainly by the deep grouch sounds that come out of the ropes his vocals of him-as well as liking to cum on your belly or cum on your face, using his fingers of him to spread his essence all over everything. "-Fucking beautiful, dirty like a fucking stupid whore, look at this angelic face and dirty with my cum." -Bi Han said satisfied, looking at the mess he made on you. "-Our night isn't over (Y/N) I'm going to fuck your throat until you can't talk anymore."

Liu Kang likes to have you between his legs, sitting on his dick while he solves some things about the hourglass of time, he takes more pleasure in seeing you having fun, sleepy and drunk with pleasure, fitting your pussy on his fat dick while you I drooled on his muscular chest, leaving a wet trail - he would just say: "-Shhh my beautiful treasure, enjoy, feel stronger on my dick and melt into the pleasure I can give you." -while one of his hands were on your back, massaging lightly.

You were the first person to fuck Raiden, it was slow and loving sex, he was an extremely affectionate man asking you if you were enjoying it enough, where he was supposed to touch that caused you the most pleasure, if you were enjoying it enough to keep fucking him. You fucked on a cool night with a full moon, while the young Shaolin smiled at you, bringing one of your hands to his face. "-I love you (Y/N) and I will never forget this day."

Kuai Liang is a lover of sucking pussy, exclusively your pussy - he would stay 24 hours between your thighs if you let him and he could, stimulating your clitoris with his tongue and sticking his fingers inside your tight hole, licking the sensitive and smooth bundles of nerves while moaning softly against the flesh of your cunt. He loves teasing your clitoris by sucking, licking and rubbing - Liang loves sucking your pussy while looking deep into your eyes, absorbing every moan, reaction and sigh from your lips. "-What a sweet pussy (Y/N), so beautiful, tight and needy, just wanting my mouth, isn't it?" -Kuai Liang removed his mouth from your pussy, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva between your pussy and him. He soon turned you on top, making you ride his mouth. "-Sit on my fucking face, you naughty slut, let me feel that beautiful pussy cumming and squeezing my tongue."

Tomas Vrbada is the type of man who whines and gets overstimulated very quickly, especially eating your pussy, with you riding him, he will whimper and moan as he thrusts his hips hard, using the friction of your creamy, bulging walls for his cock, while he holds your hips tightly, he will cum inside you, but his dick will still be hard and dirty with cum, begging for more. "-Please (Y/N)... Fuuuck... I want to cum again, I need to make you scream, cum for me, squirt with your little pussy on my dick."

Syzoth has a fetish for having his head pressed between your thighs, he loves the feeling of your soft flesh slightly suffocating him, staying between his legs and just masturbating, feeling your dominance with him is the way to make Syzoth cum faster, going and coming with his hand on his own dick while feeling his soft skin. "-Yeesss~ Fuuuck (Y/N), this feels so good, I swear I'm going to fuck you so hard later." -he said salivating, while masturbating between the delicious tightness that you offered him.

Kenshi uses blindfolds on you too, it's a bit of an unfair game, since he can still see because of Sento, but he likes to see you completely at his mercy, seeing your lips twitch in surprise, after all the target can be anyone one, your pussy, ass, mouth and in various ways, from simple penetration to delicious oral, with his tongue and fingers moving in harmony to give you pleasure. You felt him play with your nipples, using an ice cube, removing it and placing his hot tongue later, alternating between the two poles of cold and heat. "-This time I surprised you, didn't I, my love? Totally at my mercy, a beautiful and good little slut." -Kenshi soon returned to playing with your nipples, sucking and nibbling the cold area, going with his fingers to your pussy, it was going to be a long night.

Johnny Cage is a man who loves blowjobs, regardless of the time or day, he loves having your lips wrapped around his dick, he loves sex with you in general, but blowjobs are his weak point, it's a vision of paradise for him. see with your eyes full of tears, looking at him beautifully, totally submissive, he guides your head to the base of his dick, you could feel the heat of his balls on your chin, and Cage's thick, pulsing length teasing your throat. Johnny likes to see you swallow everything, every drop he can he will give you - Your knees hurt as you sucked him, seeing Johnny look at you as he slowly sipped a martini, the taste of the drink and the sight of you there, submissive to him , it was enough for Johnny to cum. "-Yes my good boy/girl, swallow my cock like the beautiful and hungry little thing you are" -Johnny spoke between moans, moving his hips even more, seeking fiction with your mouth. "-Look at the mess you're making on my floor with that pussy, so wet, such a fucking beautiful little boy/girl, I'm going to fuck you until you're a stupid and beautiful mess, just as you should be."

Shang Tsung loves to fuck, your breasts always put him in a good mood after a busy day as a royal wizard. He always gives you a dominant look, calling you a "good pet" when he sees you kneel and show him your breasts, while he used your mouth to drool and lubricate his dick first, pulling out roughly and with a loud sound, inserting his cock between your breasts, holding each of them as he smiled and moaned at you, forcing you to lick the head of his cock in the process. "-Holy shit (Y/N) what wonderful breasts, they are perfection, and all of them are just for me, you are mine, and you will please me like the good little pet you are."

Kung lao likes to do quickies, whether it's mutual masturbation, with you masturbating his dick with your hands and him using his fingers to fuck your pussy while you both moan loudly and needily, or fucking you doggy style in some bathroom at the restaurant. Lady Bo before his work or training - he needs to cum to relieve it, while moving in and out of your pussy, massaging your breasts while covering your mouth with one of his hands. "-Shut your little mouth my love, we don't want to be heard, do we? Just a beautiful little slut desperate for my cock." -Kung Lao pushed even further, taking you to the limit as you trembled against his cock, while he took one of his hands from the soft flesh of your pussy to your ass, slapping his skin.

Reiko likes to have sex toys, vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, all to use with you. He likes to fuck your pussy using his dick + the vibrator on your clitoris, increasing your pleasure and even a little pain, due to the intensity - he turns the intensity to maximum - watching you writhe beneath him, or, making you use anal plugs, especially heart-shaped ones, fuck you while moving the plug in your ass back and forth, giving you double pleasure. "-You really are so sensitive, aren't you (Y/N)? Walking around with a plug in that pretty ass, a wet pussy like yours... A perfect slut for me." -Reiko removed your anal plug, making a wet sound, taking the dick out of your pussy and sticking it in your ass and cumming inside.

Shao Khan is not going to fuck you right away, he is a huge man, that is, if you are content with just rubbing your pussy on his dick or his muscular thighs, he will be content with just watching you cum for now, seeing your little body and pussy, on top of his thighs, while encouraging you to continue, as it was pleasurable for him too. "-You are such a needy human (Y/N) just enjoy the pleasure this great General can give you."

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johnny - museum

word count : 552

you walked around the new exhibit in the art museum that had opened up in town. you looked at each piece as you passed by them in the room you were in and enjoyed the quaint atmosphere of the museum. there were quite a few people at the museum since it was the grand opening of the exhibit, but the minimal conversations kept the place at ease.

you walked into the next room, where paintings and different artworks lined the walls. you walked around the room a bit before taking a seat at a bench in the center of the room, enjoying the perfect view of the room.

"first time here?" someone spoke to you.

you looked to your side and saw a guy sitting on the bench, facing the opposite direction from you. you looked back at the two paintings in front of you.

"yes and no, i've been here plenty of times when i was younger, but i haven't been to this exhibit yet," you replied. "what about you?"

"no, actually, i have the day off, but i didn't want to be in my apartment all day long so i've been going to different places today," the guy replied. "i read that the artist for this exhibit came from spain to do a few installation pieces and has a whole exhibit to herself. the installation pieces looked really cool when i saw them earlier."

"the installation pieces?" you asked and looked at him.

"yea, one of them is this wall of flowers and it looks so cool," he looked at you and spoke with enthusiasm.

you recalled what piece he was talking about and slightly chuckled while looking forward again, "i'm glad to have met someone who enjoys art as much as i do."

"i'm glad that i did, too. i really like it here," the guy said to you.

you looked at the time, "i'll be walking around. it was nice talking to you," you said to him and stood up.

"it was nice talking to you, too. see you around," he smiled and looked forward again.

you walked around the room at the rest of the paintings and exited the room. you went into another room that was full of floral pieces, which was the main point of the entire exhibit.

not too many people were in this part of the exhibit, so you could examine each piece in quiet.

you stood in front of a piece and realized something.

i guess i could've thrown more paint onto that corner, or maybe i should've added more flowers instead.

"judging your own art?" you looked to your side and saw the guy from earlier.

you smiled, "when did you realize?"

"i passed by a picture of you," he answered. "you're an amazing artist," he complimented you.

"thank you. that means a lot to me,” you replied with a smile.

"hey, would you want to get a cup of coffee or something?" he suddenly asked, taking his hands out of his jacket pockets.

"coffee? sure, but only if you tell me your name," you replied.

"oh, i'm sorry. my name is johnny," he introduced himself.

"well, johnny, let's go."

both of you walked out of the exhibit and out of the museum to head towards a local coffee shop together.

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to burn: (johnny/reader)

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Characters: fem!reader, Johnny, the rest of nct intermittently as well as some cameos from other groups <3

Genre: college au, angst, romance, humor, pining, friends to lovers to enemies with the potential to fix it

Pairings: female!reader/Johnny

Warnings: college-typical alcohol use, bad decisions lol

Rating: Teen & Up

Length: 6.1k

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Somehow, it’s become February already and you’re up to your ears in work. You see Johnny around, even study with him and his friends a few more times (though you steer clear of the science center roof, just in case), but mostly you spend your time alone in your room, working on problem sets and preparing for quizzes. You hardly have time for anyone, not even your other friends, not even Charlie.

You get a text from an unknown number during one of these semi-fugue-state late-night study sessions. You open your phone, groggy.

Hey [Y/N]! It’s Ten! Johnny’s birthday is next week, and we’re throwing him a surprise party. You’re invited! Come join our super-secret meeting to help plan, tomorrow night at 9 in the basement of the fine arts building xoxo

He’s sent it using the loud effect on iMessage, so it takes a minute for your phone to recover before you can respond.

Should I bring anything? you ask.

just your best party-planning brain, Ten replies. and ur beautiful face i haven’t seen u since that party

Been busy :( I’ll see u tomorrow tho! you send back, smiling. You’re glad it’s Ten who reached out; you wanted to get to know him better. who else is coming?

idk everyone? i invited Charlie too btw so you can totally talk to them abt it lol

Good to know haha ok!!

You put your phone down, and try to refocus on your work, but it’s hard. You’ve got something to look forward to now, and it makes homework feel silly. After an hour of very little progress, you give up and go to bed.

The next night, you and Charlie walk over to the fine arts building together. Though Ten said not to bring anything, Charlie got a bottle of cheap Prosecco rosé, and you’re carrying a bottle of POG juice and a stack of solo cups to make yummy, if slightly cursed, mimosas.

It was definitely the right move. No one has shown up empty-handed. You see people you don’t recognize holding bags of chips or candy, others with six-packs of beer or seltzers. Someone even has one of the big Costco bottles of ready-to-drink margarita.

It’s crowded, too; Ten wasn’t kidding when he said everyone would be there. Johnny’s got a lot of friends, it seems. You recognize Sehun and Kai from that first day of volleyball, sprawled on one of the couches with a guy you don’t know; another unfamiliar boy is helping Ten arrange the array of food and drink on one of the long tables. Mark is there, too, and he waves when you guys enter, picking his way across the room and pulling you in towards the center so you can offload the drinks.

Finally, everyone is settled and Ten rolls a whiteboard in and starts taking suggestions. You and Charlie don’t say much; you have a feeling Charlie’s a little too distracted by Mark, while you’re personally just happy to listen.

“Okay,” Ten summarizes after an hour of spitballing. “So teammates will distract him after practice while the rest of us go help set up. It shouldn’t be hard since you guys like to get a late lunch together anyway, right?” Some of the boys nod. “We need to draw up a list of people to invite, so don’t tell people until we know how many we already have. Let’s not have a repeat of Yuta’s birthday, please.”

The guy sitting with Sehun and Kai raises his cup, grinning. Charlie leans closer to Mark and whispers, “What happened at Yuta’s birthday?”

“We were, like, way over capacity. I mean like, fire code shit,” Mark whispers back, loud enough for you to hear, too. “No one got hurt, but someone called campus po and all the brothers had to attend this meeting about, like, building occupancy and shit.”

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“Yeah, and if something like that happens again, we’re gonna be in huge trouble, so.” He shrugs. “We’ve started making sure we have a headcount.”

“We also need to keep track of gifts,” Ten says above the murmurs that have broken out. “We can’t have everyone getting him coffee paraphernalia, he’s caffeinated enough as it is.” Laughter scatters across the room, and Ten scowls jokingly. “It’s funny to you; try being me at eleven p.m., minding my fucking business, and then a six-foot sugar-high toddler comes and busts my door down. So try to come up with something unique.”

You already know what you’re gonna get Johnny. You’ve known for a couple of weeks now. It’s sitting in your closet, hidden from view.

Ten goes around the room in case anyone wants to claim anything now. He points his Expo marker at you. “[Y/N]?”

“Uh, Johnny said he liked this teddy bear I have,” you say. “So I was thinking that, but I’m gonna have the bear holding a Smirnoff Ice.”

“Very good,” Ten agrees, writing it down. Ice Johnny w teddy bear - [Y/N].

“I think we should have a few more people ice him as part of their gifts,” Dokyeom calls from the back. “We can have an order, so that like every five or six gifts has one in it.”

You let the group go back to scheming, pleased with yourself. Charlie raises their mimosa to you and you clink your solo cup against theirs, grinning.

* * *

The day of the party arrives. You tell yourself you have to split the time before you need to head over between homework and getting ready, but you abandon your work quickly and invite Charlie over so you can do your makeup together.

“How are things with you and Mark?” you ask. “Make any progress?”

Charlie groans. “No,” they say. “It’s embarrassing enough that I like him; I’m sure as fuck not going to actually do anything about it. Thinking about it is one thing. Acting on it is the real crime.”

You roll your eyes. “Now you sound like those homophobic religious people talking about how being gay is a sin,” you say.

“Yeah, they have it all wrong,” Charlie replies. “The real sin is being gay and falling in love with a frat boy anyway. Like, we both have so many other options.”

“I’m not in love,” you say. “Are you in love?”

“No,” Charlie says miserably, “but I might as well be. I still feel like I wanna die. That’s like love, right?”

“Pack it up, teenage angst.” You give them a light shove, laughing. “Who knows, maybe he’ll say yes! He always makes a point to say hi to you whenever we see him.”

“To us,” Charlie argues.

“Oh, don’t be stupid, he’s just using me as an excuse so it’s not obvious,” you say.

“Actually, I lied, the real sin isn’t even falling in love with a frat boy,” Charlie says. “It’s having hope that he might like you back.” They point at you with an eyeshadow brush. “Stop giving me hope.”

“I refuse, I want entertainment.”

Around one, you leave for the Phi Sig house. The sky is clear and the weather is absolutely freezing. You cross your arms, hiding your nose in the collar of your puffy winter coat in an effort to stay warm.

Ten and the other guys have already started decorating by the time you arrive, but Ten peels away to come say hi when one of the freshmen—Hendery, you’re pretty sure—lets you guys in.

“Welcome, welcome,” Ten says with the air of a rich matriarch. “Coats in the closet is fine. Find your spot for your gift on the table, please.” He points to one of the big tables in the living room, then gestures for you guys to follow him upstairs. “Wanna see the cake?”

You and Charlie shrug your coats off, and you put your gift down in your designated spot, right on top of the #11 sticky note, then head up the stairs after Ten and Charlie.

Ten pulls a giant box out of the fridge and opens it. You slap a hand over your mouth. “Oh my god,” you squeeze out between laughter.

It’s a picture of Johnny from what you have to assume is middle school, blown up and printed on top of a sheet cake. It’s just a tiny bit pixelated and a little warped and absolutely fucking hilarious. He’s got the worst haircut ever, with the long bangs and everything, and he’s mean-mugging as best he can, though it kind of gets lost in the baby fat.

Charlie’s laughing, too. “Oh my god, he looks like such a loser,” they snort, and Ten cackles.

“He was a total loser,” he says. “Oh god, I can’t wait to see his face.” He puts it away, shaking his head. “Okay, decorations.”

You get tasked with putting some streamers up; Charlie tags along with tape while you go on your tiptoes to secure things against the walls. You amble your way through the task, chatting with Charlie and whoever comes and goes near you, watching as Ten and a few of the other guys unfurl a poster with the stupidest picture of Johnny on it you’ve seen except maybe the one on the cake. He’s got really ugly plastic sunglasses on and is crouching, throwing up peace signs with both hands. Happy Birthday, Johnny Suh is written in ugly cursive font above his head.

“Amazing,” you mutter. “How come our friends don’t dedicate this hard to our birthdays? We should totally steal this.”

“It’s easier ‘cuz they have a house, you know,” Charlie replies. “What are we supposed to do, break into each other’s rooms when the inhabitant is in class?”

The visual does make you laugh. “I dunno, I think I just want an excuse to scrounge up ugly baby pictures and shit.”

Charlie chuckles. “That’s a compelling argument,” they agree.

Around three, you hear commotion from downstairs. “Yuta texted!” You don’t recognize the owner of the voice; it’s probably another member of Phi Sig. “They’re on their way!”

“Ok, finishing touches, people, and then drop what you’re doing and get downstairs!” Ten yells, sliding into the room. “Jaehyun, help me with the cake.”

It’s just as well; you’re about done, anyway. You and Charlie leave the leftover tape and streamers on the table with the rest of the surplus supplies, and then hurry down the stairs to join the others. It’s basically everyone that was at the meeting Ten set up, except the team of course; everyone manages to cram into the entryway. Though there are a lot of people, it’s still a relatively intimate gathering, which will be perfect for the gifts. It’s just enough of a crowd that people won’t feel obligated to watch Johnny open every single one, and can peel away to get another drink or whatever when they want, but not so many that opening the gifts feels silly. The real party will be later, after presents and cake.

It is also a big enough group that you feel a little out of place. You only know a couple of people, but before the awkwardness can really settle in, Katy sees you and waves the two of you over, and you smile, grateful for another familiar face.

“Where’s Joy and Seulgi and people?” you ask.

“They had practice too,” Katy replies, pouting a little. “It’s what I get for making friends with only jocks. Well,” she adds, brightening. “I guess not so much anymore.” She nudges you, and a warm feeling settles in your chest. Maybe you can belong here, after all.

You don’t have long to dwell in the tenderness. Someone yells, “I see them!” and everyone settles, only whispering while you wait.

There are a few moments of stillness, and then the door opens and Ten signals with a party popper. You join the “Happy birthday, Johnny!” chorus, laughing when Johnny jumps in surprise.

He recovers quickly. “Thank you, everyone!” He disappears behind a few of the boys, who tug him towards the room with the presents. Conversations erupt around you, laughter bright in the air, and faintly you hear the thrum of bass pick up. Someone must have started the music.

“C’mon,” you say, taking one of Charlie’s hands and nudging Katy. “I wanna watch Johnny get iced.”

It’s hard to get close; everyone’s crowded around to watch him open the first few. You manage to squeeze through when Johnny’s on his first Ice; he does take a knee for it, but you’re not sure if he’s gonna stick to it once he realizes just how many there are.

The first half dozen gifts are all from his teammates and close friends. It’s mostly articles of clothing or accessories; it seems like Johnny is into fashion, though you swear every time you see him, he’s in athletic gear (usually emblazoned with your school’s logo, no less). Still, he seems delighted, carefully refolding shirts, laying watches and jewelry back into their boxes with care. You feel your gaze soften, but you don’t know how to right your expression. Despite everything else about him, there’s a quality to his energy that you don’t know how to describe. It’s gentle, intentional, and therefore fatal.

Katy’s found her way to your side, and she slips past you when her joint gift with Joy and Seulgi pops up—it’s a two-hundred-dollar voucher to his favorite tattoo parlor. You blink, remembering the tattoos you’ve seen on his arms.

“We know it won’t cover a whole piece,” Joy says, kicking his foot gently. “But maybe this time you can get one of Ten’s custom designs.”

“You can get one on your tit, like me!” Ten exclaims, grinning, slapping his palm over the spot.

Johnny laughs. “I dunno about that,” he replies, slipping the voucher back into its envelope. “But I will take a custom design.”

“Sure, just don’t expect a Christmas gift,” Ten says.

“You mean you wouldn’t design one for your best friend who you love so much?” Johnny feigns deep offense.

“Open the rest of your presents, you already look like enough of a child king as it is,” Ten says testily instead of trying to clap back, but he’s smiling. “[Y/N]’s is next, and she’s been waiting patiently.”

You flush as Johnny finds you in the crowd, taking a tentative step forward. “Hey,” you say, and then mentally smack yourself when you realize how stupid you sound.

But Johnny just grins. “You got me a present?” he says, reaching for the bag.

You try not to fidget. “Don’t get too excited.”

Johnny shakes his head, pulling the tissue paper away, and then laughs out loud as he extracts the teddy bear from the bag. “Oh my god,” he says. “You found one!”

“Just promise to give him a better name than the one you had,” you reply, unable to hide a pleased smile.

“I’ll think long and hard about it,” Johnny says seriously, pulling the Ice out of the bear’s embrace. “And you’re icing me, of course.”

“She was actually the first one to think of that,” Ten adds helpfully. “We just added more to the rest of the gifts.”

Johnny eyes the remaining presents warily as he pops the cap off. “How many are there?”

Ten wiggles his eyebrows. “You’ll find out.”

“Great,” Johnny says drily, but he raises the bottle to you as he goes down on a knee again. “Thanks for the bear though, really.”

You shrug, smiling at him. “Happy birthday.”

You peel away so that the other gift-givers can get close enough to watch Johnny open their presents, following Katy and Joy and Seulgi upstairs. “Is it too early to drink?” Joy asks as the kitchen comes into view.

“No,” Seulgi replies, breezing past her and opening the fridge. “It’s the weekend, it doesn’t matter. Here.” She’s holding out a seltzer to Joy, collecting a beer for herself and setting it on the counter. “You guys?”

“I’ll have a seltzer,” Katy says. “Black cherry?”

“Is there something stronger?” Charlie asks, and Joy giggles.

“Someone’ll make punch eventually,” Seulgi says. “Uh, there’s those BuzzBalls that were going around TikTok.”

“Perfect.”

You take a BuzzBall, too, curious more than anything else, and then you all wander back into the common area. More people are up here now, though you know Johnny must still have quite a few presents to go. You and Charlie let the girls drag you around to say hi to a bunch of people you don’t know and whose names you immediately forget, but you cut yourself a little slack. Your mind is still downstairs with Johnny and his smile.

Joy’s voice brings you back. “…though maybe [Y/N] will cure him.”

“Of what?” you ask.

“Being a man-whore,” Seulgi deadpans into her beer.

You huff out nervous laughter. “And how would I do that?”

“Oh, come on,” Katy says. “He really likes you! It’s so obvious.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, trying to tamp down the stupid hope that raises its head in your chest. Charlie nudges you; you know they’re grinning, even though you don’t look. “He flirts with everything that moves.”

“Normally, he’s got a different girl in his bed every other weekend,” Joy says. “But not since he met you.”

“Maybe tonight’s the night,” Katy says. “If he asks you to stay over, will you say yes?”

“Guys,” you say awkwardly, trying to laugh it off. “We’re just friends, I don’t think that’s in the cards. I mean, I don’t want that.”

“You don’t like him? You’re not curious, even a little bit?” Seulgi presses, teasing.

You’re spared from answering; Ten emerges and calls, “Let’s do cake before we get too drunk!”

You shuffle out of the way, letting the boys handle the candles, still thinking about what the others said. The real answer to Katy’s question is no, but not because you don’t want to. It’s because you’re afraid—that if you did, if Johnny asked you to sleep with him and you said yes, that would be the last time you’d talk to him. Girls like Joy and Katy and Seulgi are his friends because they don’t get too close, because they never reciprocated his interest. That’s why they get to stay. But if you sleep with him, you won’t be a friend, you’ll be a conquest, and your place won’t be here anymore. You don’t want to let the sticky, sparkly glamour of these last few weeks go so quickly.

You catch sight of Johnny in the crowd, waiting while his friends light all twenty-one candles. He’s laughing at the picture of the cake, just as Ten had hoped. You watch him fondly, but he looks up, catches your eye, smiles. You smile back, feeling cold. It’s not just this life, the parties, the new friends. You don’t want to let Johnny go so quickly, either.

Someone switches the lights off; since it’s still winter, this plunges the room into darkness. The candles are the only source of light; they cast a warm glow on Johnny’s face. He’s still smiling, and he looks younger now. Maybe it’s from seeing those pictures, but there’s a sudden tug in your chest, a tenderness for the child he was, and a melancholy, too.

Ten starts singing Happy Birthday; everyone joins in, and the feeling slips away from you. Johnny blows out his candles, the lights come back on, and the party resumes. Johnny begins cutting the cake, taking a bite of his slice first so that everyone else can feel comfortable eating theirs. You edge closer, passing plates back through the crowd.

Eventually, you get up close to the table. Johnny plucks a couple of candles out of the top of the cake, licking the end of one and wordlessly offering another to you to do the same. You accept, sticking it in your mouth. It tastes like shitty convenience store frosting and elementary school birthday parties; the thought makes you smile.

You realize Johnny’s looking at you expectantly, even as he cuts another slice. “What?” you ask, tossing the candle in the trash.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I wished for?” He has an eyebrow raised and a mischievous glint in his eye. It’s like talking to you is a game to him sometimes, and you don’t even know the rules. He always wins.

“What did you wish for?” you ask warily.

He smiles; the mischief takes over his whole face. “I can’t tell you,” he says, almost pertly, as he hands off another plate. “Because then it won’t come true.”

You make a face at him. “Fine, I wasn’t interested anyway.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you. “I think you would be,” he says, “if you knew.”

Johnny always wins, so you don’t bother, just rolling your eyes and taking a piece of cake. “Okay, Johnny,” you say.

The cake is gone almost instantly; when you look up from your plate only a few minutes later, you see that only the sheet platform, smeared with frosting, remains. You knock back the rest of your drink and let Katy pull you into the throng of people dancing in an adjacent room. You lose Charlie immediately, and you’d lose Katy too if it weren’t for her death grip on your wrist. Some top-fifty song is blaring, but you honestly can’t even make it out from the way the bass is pulsing in your ears. You’re not much of a dancer, but it’s okay because there’s no room to really dance anyway. More and more people come into the room, and soon the air is thick with body heat.

It almost feels like high school again—everyone forming small circles to watch people not very good at dancing try to dance, to cheer and hope you don’t get pushed into the center next, to try to stand next to your crush so that if you do get pushed in, maybe you’ll be able to pull them in with you.

Except some of these people are really good dancers. Shotaro is almost mesmerizing, and so is Ten, and Mark, and Seulgi, too. “What the fuck!” you yell to no one in particular as Seulgi shows off some insane isolations.

“She should go pro, right?” It’s Johnny, yelling right in your ear. “Here.” You look up and see he’s offering you another one of those Buzzballs. “Saw you drinking one earlier.”

“Thanks,” you say, nonplussed.

“Can you dance?” Johnny asks.

“Oh god no,” you say, laughing.

“Will you try if I go in with you?” Johnny clinks his can of beer against your spherical little bottle.

“Uh,” you say. “I don’t wanna follow this up.”

“Someone has to,” Johnny says cheerfully. “Chug, c’mon.”

You let it happen. Why not, right? You down the drink, and Johnny takes the empty bottle and sticks it in his pocket, and then pulls you in. “What do I do?” you ask as cheers go up, trying really hard not to look self-conscious.

“Anything!” Johnny replies, grinning. “Or follow my lead.” Without waiting for an answer, he launches into a terrible robot. You know he’s making himself look dorky for your sake, but it works. You copy him, laughing. His dancing gets closer and closer to the Tin Man from Wizard of Oz, and you end up pantomiming adding oil to his joints. It gets you applause, and though your whole body is hot with embarrassment by the time you duck out for a breather, you find that you’re also equally pleased.

Johnny gets caught up in some conversations, but you make your way to the kitchen, eager for some water and maybe another drink. You find a water, and lead back against the counter, sipping at it as you catch your breath.

Away from the clamor of the music and the people, though, your spirits sink a little. Sure, it was funny, but it’s not what you really wanted. If he really was interested in you, that’s not how that interaction would’ve gone. Right? Just like every teenage fantasy of romance you’ve ever had, you lost the plot the instant you took the first step. You press the cold plastic of the water bottle to your forehead, closing your eyes.

“[Y/N]?” It’s Charlie; you snap your eyes open, concerned at their tone. They look fucking miserable, and you reach out immediately.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You offer them the water, which they accept.

They take a drink before answering. “I, um, got too brave,” they confess softly. “Got too hopeful. I went to find Mark, to—I dunno, say something, maybe? Shoot my shot or whatever? But um…” They trail off.

A pang of empathy sings through your chest like a blade. “Did he reject you?” you ask.

Charlie shakes their head. “No, he—I went looking for him, right, and I opened a door, and he was kissing somebody else. I don’t know who she was. I just—apologized and ran.”

“Ouch,” you murmur. “I mean, hey, at least you didn’t say anything to him. It was just an accident.” You rub their shoulder. “Do you wanna leave? We can go. I did my part here.”

But Charlie shakes their head, finishing the water and tossing the empty bottle in the recycling. “No,” they say. “I wanna get fucked up. Take a shot with me?”

You’re definitely not going to try and stop them; sometimes sadness needs company, even if it comes in the form of clinking shot glasses. “Sure,” you say.

You take the shots. Charlie slams their glass back down on the counter, shaking their head, and then says, “Great. I’m gonna go find someone to kiss, too, and see if that fixes me.”

“Be safe,” you reply. “Don’t leave without me.” Charlie salutes as they wander back into the crowd.

You realize now that more people have shown up over the course of the last couple of hours or so. The house is probably at capacity, and it’s not even eight p.m. You scan for Johnny, but can’t find him. Pathetic, and unoriginal, aren’t we? a voice in your head says. Look at all the people who like him. You fell for it too, isn’t that sad?

Ten materializes beside you, bending over to rummage through the fridge a few steps away. “Hey,” he says when you look down.

“Hey.” You smile softly as he straightens and closes the fridge door with his hip. He offers you the seltzer he just retrieved but you shake your head. “No, thank you.”

“Suit yourself.” He takes a pull from it, stepping up next to you and leaning against the counter, too.

You’re silent for a second, but you have to ask. “Do you really have a tit tattoo?” You look at him out of the corner of your eye.

Ten laughs. “Yup!” He raises his shirt up, and you see a crescent shaped design curving around one of his nipples. “Drew it myself.”

“I dunno why I’m surprised,” you say, laughing. “That’s really cool!”

Ten lets his shirt drop again. “Thanks,” he says. “I didn’t come over here to flash you, though. Or get a drink, really. Are you okay?”

You turn to look at him full-on, blinking in confusion. Was it so obvious? You thought you were hiding it pretty well, the pining, but apparently not. “Yeah?” you try anyway. “I’m fine, why?”

Ten reaches up and tucks a stand of hair behind your ear. “[Y/N],” he says. He tilts his head. “You’re too pretty to spend your time worrying about guys like Johnny. Really. Too pretty, and too nice.”

You make a confused sort of noise. “Isn’t he, like, your best friend?”

Ten laughs. “Yeah, and I love him to death.” He shrugs. “But I know how he can be. It’s not… it’s not that he’s shitty on purpose, you know. He’s just… really dense sometimes. And a little emotionally stunted. You know, like most men. He just also happens to be hot, and that always leads to trouble.” You sigh softly, pressing your lips together. “It’s okay if you like him, [Y/N]. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last.”

“I didn’t want this,” you mutter somewhat helplessly. “It just kind of happened.”

Ten nods sympathetically. “Yeah, that’s how it usually goes. But hey,” he adds, “your secret’s safe with me, okay? I’m not gonna tell him anything. And if—well. More likely when things go south, just remember that it’s not your fault. At least not mostly. Promise?” He holds up his pinky, and you laugh softly and link yours with his.

“Promise,” you agree.

“I like you, [Y/N],” Ten says earnestly. “I wouldn’t wish Johnny at his worst on you. Try not to hold it against him, though? He never tries to break hearts. It’s just like you said. It just kind of happens.”

You blow out a breath. “I dunno if I believe that,” you reply, “but thank you, Ten.”

“Go be like Charlie,” Ten says, patting you on the shoulder. “Drown your sorrows in someone else’s mouth. At least have a little fun.”

“Oh, they found someone?” you ask, grinning in spite of everything.

“Yeah, Mingi. He’s sweet, he won’t hurt them,” Ten replies.

“Good,” you say.

“I’m serious, you should try it. I can personally vouch for Jeno; he’s a great kisser and he’s very nice.” Ten peels off the counter, waving.

“How do you know what kind of kisser he is?” you call after him, laughing.

“I’ve kissed at least half the people in this room, honey,” Ten replies, blowing a kiss your way before disappearing around the corner.

You do not take Ten’s advice; though it’s tempting, you don’t think that kissing someone else will cure you of wanting to kiss Johnny. Instead, you get a little closer to the crowd, contenting yourself in watching a pong match between some of the underclassmen on the volleyball team. Wooyoung and San are winning, no thanks to Wooyoung. You find yourself rooting for them silently in your head; it’s only fair, after all. You don’t know the two they’re playing against. San sees you watching, and waves. You wave back, feeling a little better.

Another hour or two passes this way. You work on another drink, catching glimpses of Charlie dancing with a very tall boy you vaguely remember meeting on the first night. They’re both laughing whenever they’re not kissing, so at least Charlie seems to have found a good distraction. You also witness Ten cornering a pretty boy with sharp teeth and a sharper smile, so it looks like he’s in for a good night, too.

You’re happy to just watch. It’s peaceful in your corner, with no strange Johnny conversations to navigate and no one bugging you for anything. You’re not quite sociable enough to constantly be in the center of the fray, but pining aside, being around all of this is nice. It definitely beats the nights you’ve spent hunched over your laptop in your darkened dorm room.

The night goes smoothly until it doesn’t.

You don’t see Johnny until around ten or eleven, and then all of a sudden, he’s stumbling up to you, all flushed cheeks and breathless laughter, hair messy and eyes not quite focused.

“Hey,” you say cautiously. “Have you had any water?”

“Oh, yeah.” He waves you away even as he sways. “Don’t worry ‘bout me. I just, um.” He giggles, and you hear Ten’s voice in the back of your mind. I wouldn’t wish Johnny at his worst on you. You have a feeling you’re not gonna like the next thing he says. “Found someone to spend the night with, you know.” He smooths his hair back off his forehead, grinning. He says it so blithely, for all his slurring. Of course he does, you think. Why would he even consider you? “So I’m turning in for the night, but—thanks for coming tonight! And for the bear, he’s really cute.”

You keep your distance, honestly a little concerned about getting vomited on. “Yeah, no problem. I had fun.” You nod at him, encouraging him to go so you can go wallow alone. “Happy birthday.”

“Thanks,” he says, and then meanders off. You don’t want to watch, but you do anyway. A girl is waiting for him at the foot of the stairs. She’s pretty and smiley and perfect. You’ve never seen her before, and you’ll probably never see her again.

Is that really what you want? you berate yourself. You know it would change everything, and definitely not for the better.

But knowing it doesn’t change your answer.

Your bubble of peace has been entirely disturbed, leaving you with loneliness. You search the room for Charlie, but don’t find them. You can’t leave without them, but you do want to get going, so you text them and hope they see it, then retreat downstairs to find your coat.

They do see it; they’re coming down the stairs when you turn around, coat in hand after minutes of searching. They have a bottle of whiskey. You reach back into the closet to get their coat, too, and they put it on and zip the bottle into it, cradling the lump from the outside. “I thought maybe if we were commiserating, we could do it over drinks,” they said. “Plus, it’s stolen from the reason for our misery, so that’ll make it taste good.”

You zip up your coat, smiling. “I love you,” you say. “C’mon.”

You recount everything to Charlie—the dancing, the conversation with Ten, Johnny. They sigh. “The worst part is none of them seem that bad. Like, yeah, they’re frat boys, so we should probably expect it. I mean, that’s just what you’re like when you pay for your friends.” You snort. “But god, you know? Why does Johnny have to act like he likes you so much if he’s not serious?”

“Cuz it’ll be funny when I eventually confess my feelings to him and he gets to turn me down, I dunno,” you mumble. “I’m sorry about Mark, though. He really did seem interested in you. And just disappearing without a word! At least Johnny had the decency to say goodnight.”

“To be fair, you were at his surprise birthday party,” Charlie points out as you open the door to your dorm. “Mark doesn’t owe me shit, so.”

“Maybe we should just give up, you know?” you say, following them inside. “I mean, I hardly see any of our friends because I’m so busy with school, and then every time I’m free I end up roped into something with Johnny. I feel really bad.”

“Yeah, I’ve been the same,” Charlie says, stepping into the elevator. “We should probably get better at balancing our time, but… what’s that Selena Gomez song? The heart wants what it wa-a-a-a—”

“Shut up,” you laugh.

You end up on your floor, Doja Cat’s “Ain’t Shit” playing faintly from your speakers as you pass the stolen bottle of whiskey back and forth. “I just hate that I like him,” Charlie complains. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I know,” you groan.

“But—did you know Mark can play guitar?” They hand you the bottle. “He played a little for me a couple weeks ago. He’s really good, actually. And he looks so… you know, when he doesn’t shave, and…” They shake their head. “He’s just got the right combination of everything that makes him perfect for me to agonize over.”

“I know what you mean,” you agree, taking another drink. “Like, I shouldn’t like Johnny. He’s like every other frat guy ever—except he’s not. He—he fucking poured a shot in my mouth, and he likes that teddy bear. It’s so cute. And did you see the way he was handling his gifts? He was so careful. Sometimes I catch glimpses—and it’s so nice and safe and inviting. And then there’s nights like tonight, and I remember all over again who he really is. And it fucking sucks.”

“Yeah.” You’re both quiet for a second. “Okay, let’s raise the stakes,” Charlie says. “We both know trying to pursue these two is a bad idea, so for each other, we won’t let it go too far. Nothing past flirting, okay? And as long as you don’t do anything with Johnny, I won’t do anything with Mark, and maybe we’ll survive this year mostly unscathed. But if one of us breaks, then we both get free reign to ruin our own lives as we see fit.”

You shake their hand, laughing. “Yeah, okay, deal,” you agree. “Don’t worry, though. I really don’t think I’d take Johnny up on it, even if he asked.”

“Yeah, if his best friend is warning you off, that’s probably a red flag,” Charlie points out.

“Well,” you say, fighting giggles, “I like red, you know.”

At least there’s this, you think as Charlie smacks you. At least I’m not alone. Their hand connects with your ear, but even though it hurts, and even though everything else does, too, you can’t stop laughing.

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Mister(s) Steal Your Girl — part 3

(I seriously need to come up with an actual name for this series before it sets in)

Introducing his grand horniness- John “Soap” MacTavish

No Content Warnings

It’s been six, coming up on seven, dates with Kyle. A dwindling part of you feared that after the absolutely mind-blowing night you two shared, he’d ghost you or something.

But nope, the morning after was spent in one of his jumpers, receiving kisses and breakfast and tea. The two of you watched movies all day until he drove you home, kissing you at the door. He let you keep his jumper.

Not three days later, he invited you to a movie you’d both been excited to see, and giggled over the popcorn bowl like teenagers. He didn’t even mind that you leaned over to whisper during certain parts, or the ramble you went on afterwards. (When you apologized for overanalyzing and talking so much, he gave you a bizarre, almost offended look. “Don’t you dare stop,” he huffed, “you’re way better than radio. What did you think about that after credit scene?”)

A few days after that, he called with apologetic news.

“Being shipped out for a couple weeks. Shouldn’t be anything too dangerous, and I’ll call when I can,” he explained.

You told the nervous little twist in your gut that you knew this about him. That this is Kyle’s job, not a convenient excuse to ignore you.

“Stay safe regardless,” you murmured earnestly into the phone. “I‘ll… I’ll miss you, Kyle.”

“You’re getting the biggest hug when I get back, darlin’,” he promised.

He kept to it too. Called at odd hours sometimes - once during dinner with your fiance even. But Brandon is always taking random calls nowadays, so you figured, given the circumstances, it’s not such a big deal to excuse yourself either.

On the other end of the call, Kyle sounded a bit tired, but happy to talk to you. He couldn’t tell you anything about what he was doing, but shared some smaller, safer details. That the tea was shite because Soap kept over-steeping it. That his lieutenant was big enough to body slam him during sparring practice. That Captain Price wishes you well and promises to bring Kyle back in one piece.

You even heard one of his teammates in the background, asking Kyle if he was “chirping at his new bird.” Soap, as you found out. They sound like a good bunch.

When Kyle comes back, you offer to welcome him at his apartment. You bring a little plate of cookies and a pack of his favorite beer, hoping it’s not too much. But when he opens the door, his expression melts before he scoops you up in the big hug he promised.

“You’re a fuckin’ dream, ya know that?” he murmurs, tucking his face against your neck.

You spend the whole weekend with him, kissing at the stitched-up knife wound on his muscled arm. Otherwise, all in one piece.

“Would you… want to meet my mates sometime?” he asks as you’re getting dressed for work Monday morning.

“Of course,” you reply instantly. Realize that might be too eager. “If you want to introduce me, that is.”

“I want to show you off to the bloody Queen, babes.”

You giggle, crossing the room to drop a quick kiss on his lips. He tries to draw you in for something deeper, but you wiggle and swat at him, complaining that he’ll make you late.

It’s good, you think. Blissfully good. Honeymoon phase, maybe, but considering how far off your actual honeymoon is, you feel like you deserve this. Kyle is a wonderful partner - kind, attentive, respectful. He listens, he cares, he’s independent of you and respects your boundaries. Sometimes you can’t believe you were ever nervous about this open relationship thing in the first place.

On Wednesday of that same week, Kyle tells you that Soap is going to visit and is eager to meet you. He was thinking dinner and drinks, come back to Kyle’s apartment afterwards. You readily agree.

The next day, a bouquet comes in. It’s a beautiful, though not extravagant, arrangement. Calla lilies, roses, and hydrangeas. The note that comes with it says, “Wanted to make a good first impression in case Kyle told you lies.” It’s signed “Johnny.”

You send a picture to Kyle, amused and a bit endeared. It brightens the rest of your day so much that you barely notice Lucy’s usual snide comments.

On Friday night, Brandon is unexpectedly home. Usually he doesn’t even come home from work on Fridays anymore - or at least he didn’t before you met Kyle. Lately, you only pop in if you’ve forgotten something for your overnight bag. You had to stay late at the office today, though, and your apartment is closer than Kyle’s.

“Was thinking we could go out tonight,” he tells you.

“Oh,” you say, taken aback. Not just by the invitation, but by the mix of emotion in your gut. Some of it is excitement and relief, but not as much as you’d expect. It’s warring with unease and reluctance, a bit of frustration that now of all times he wants to reconnect.

“Um, raincheck?” you offer, smoothing down your dress. It’s a new one you picked out with Kyle; you’re hoping he (Kyle) will notice. “I have plans.”

Brandon’s brow furrows, smile going tight. “You can’t reschedule?”

God you hate confrontation and he knows that, doesn’t he? Why is he pushing?

“Well I don’t know when I’ll get to see them again,” you explain.

Suddenly the tension in his shoulders eases. “Oh, is it a few people then?”

“Just a couple. I’m meeting one of them for the first time.”

“Have fun then,” he says, fishing his phone from his pocket. Like you’re not even there anymore.

You blink, then your phone buzzes with a message from Kyle and you hurry out the door.

“I knew you’d look terrific in that dress,” he says as soon as he sees you.

Thoughts of Brandon, that strange interaction, and those churning feelings all disappear in an instant. Kyle just has a way of soothing you.

The restaurant is one that has quickly become one of your favorites with Kyle. Good food, good drinks, quiet and relaxed atmosphere. You like the funky artwork and squishy booths.

Soap (Johnny?) has already gotten your party a table, and stands as the two of you approach. You nearly stop right there, and then almost trip a bit as momentum urges you onwards. Manage not to make a fool of yourself, but you still boggle at him.

Because Kyle? You thought he was a fluke. Just too handsome to be real, never mind tall and fit and friendly and— well, anyway.

You thought he was a fluke.

But Soap/Johnny is goddamn handsome too! Trim stubble, pretty eyes behind thick lashes, a soft-looking Mohawk that gives him a boyish charm without seeming immature.

“There you two are, thought ye stood me up!” he greets, drawing Kyle into one of those friendly man-hugs with the shoulder pats that look like they hurt.

“Youre a cheap date anyway, MacTavish,” Kyle replies, gently easing you forward with a hand on the small of your back.

“Och, don’t bad mouth me in front of a lady,” Johnny/Soap complains, then turns his twinkling gaze to you and offers a hand. “John MacTavish, but this bampot calls me Soap.”

“Not Johnny?” you ask curiously.

You take his hand, find callouses similar to Kyle’s. But his palm is a bit broader, a scar along his thumb - from a burn it looks like. Just as warm, just as careful. A firm, but not tight shake.

“You can call me anything you like, lass,” he says. From the corner of your eye, you see Kyle choking back a laugh. Johnny it is, you figure.

“Wait ‘Soap’ is a callsign right?” you ask as Kyle herds you into the booth.

“Right-o,” Johnny replies, smiling.

“Does Kyle have one?”

The grin that he gives you would make the devil sweat. As it is, Kyle groans and shoots you a betrayed look.

“Oh does he, lass.”

You light up, grin right back. “Tell me?”

“As if I could say no to a pretty face like that!”

And so begins a long, warm, perfect night. Johnny is great company. Welcoming and friendly, quick to smile, sharp witted. You could sit all night listening to him and Kyle quip at each other, but they’re so careful to keep you included and engaged.

Johnny even offers you some of his chips when his order comes, and you’re too delighted to say no. Not that Kyle seems to mind, encouraging you to steal a couple for him since Johnny keeps whacking his hand away.

The night ends back at Kyle’s. You whip up another batch of cookies with some suspiciously new-looking baking ingredients. The boys keep you company while you work — Kyle mixes the batter when your arm gets tired and Johnny keeps your wine glass full. In the end, you let them each get a lick of the dough spoon.

Eventually, you move to the couch, climb on together. Kyle, for some reason, scooches you into the middle instead of one of the ends, but you don’t mind and neither does Johnny, it seems. They argue over a movie to put on, but it doesn’t matter because the three of you talk through most of it anyway.

The second movie is your pick, which is your downfall. You barely get halfway through before dozing off. End up stirring to muffled laughter and harsh whispering. You’ve slumped into Johnny, you realize, seeing Kyle’s broad smile.

“Oh,” you hum, trying to sit up. “‘M sorry…”

“You’re alright, lass,” Johnny murmurs, gently nudging you back down.

“Kyle?” you ask, yawning.

“Still watching the movie, sweetheart. You can go back to your nap. Soap’s nice and warm, yeah?”

You hum, snuggle in again. He is comfy. “So are you.”

Another quiet chuckle. “I know, love.”

He rouses you later — the movie must be over, you think blearily. Kyle scoops you up, plants a kiss on your cheek as you tuck in.

“Say good night to your teddy bear, baby.”

“‘Night, Johnny,” you mumble, nuzzling your face into Kyle’s neck.

“‘Night, bonnie.”

You wake first the next morning — rare and precious. Kyle is lying behind you snoring softly, arm around your waist. You wiggle around to watch his sleeping face for a minute, appreciating the peace in his features. Drop a whisper-soft kiss on his cheek and then slip out of bed.

He grumbles a bit, but you coo at him to go back to sleep and he subsides quickly. Once you’ve freshened up in the bathroom, you pad out to the living room. Johnny is up as well, watching tv on low volume with a coffee on his knee.

“Mornin’,” he says.

“Good morning,” you chirp back, continuing for the kitchen.

“You’re up early,” he observes, following.

“Slept well,” you reply, grinning. “Thanks in part to you. I hope that wasn’t uncomfortable.”

He ducks his head a bit, a light flush blooming across his ears and cheeks. “Nah, can’t complain about a pretty girl fallin’ asleep on me. Means I must have made a good impression, eh?”

“Oh! That reminds me - those flowers were gorgeous. Did you know calla lilies are my favorite?”

“Aye, Kyle’s been talkin’ about ya nonstop since ye met.”

It’s your turn to flush, and much brighter. You hurriedly turn to the cabinets.

“Well, thank you. I loved them.”

“Yeah? I’ll send you more then.”

Startled, you whip around on him, mouth stupidly open as you try to find a response. “You really don’t have to do that!”

“But what if I want to?”

And if you were struggling for words before, you’re hopeless now. So you just throw your hands up with a little “gah” sound and turn back to gathering ingredients.

“What are we making?” Johnny asks, taking mercy on you. Not that using that sly “we” isn’t devastating to your composure.

“My super special flapjack recipe,” you answer. “Could you get that big bowl down for me?”

He steps past you to do so while you dig out the measuring spoons from the dishwasher.

“If they’re as good as your cookies, then I’m gonna need extra PT after this weekend.”

“Good,” you reply, smug, “that’s my goal.”

“Dangerous woman.”

You snort, holding up a wooden spoon. “Oh yeah, I’m a real threat brandishing cooking utensils at a special ops guy.”

“Och, don’ sell yourself short - my nan used to be a menace with those things!”

Kyle exits the bedroom fifteen minutes later to the smell of cinnamon and his best friend with a face full of flour.

“…Do I even want to know?”

“Just be glad she’s on our side, Garrick.”

#cod #thoughts™️#my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #misters steal your girl #get it? misters plural. because they all steal that girl #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #johnny mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #Brandon the crash dummy

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‘Lock Our Love’ - Chapter 1

AO3 Link - Masterpost Pairing: Seo Changbin/Johnny Suh Tags: Strangers to Lovers, First Meetings, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut Chapter Word Count: 4k Status: Ongoing Summary: 'NCT Johnny and Stray Kids Changbin caught in dating rumors' Johnny blinked. He read over it again, rubbed his eyes, and read again. "What the fuck?" "You have to read everything,” Doyoung said, giving his phone over. Johnny glanced up at him, then over at Taeyong, who looked absolutely miserable. Johnny's own mind was going as slow as a snail trying to comprehend what was written on the screen. It had to be a joke. It had to be. No matter how Johnny twisted the words in his mind, they didn't make any sense. Taking a deep breath, he scrolled down. ~~~~ Johnny and Changbin are rumored to be dating, even though they have never talked before. But then they do talk. Then they become friends. The next step seems inevitable for them. But can they survive when all eyes are on them? A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of this whole thing :3c Any dialogue in italics is said in english ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Johnny never had a scandal. Don’t ask him how he did it. Popular idol, member of a popular group, and part of one of the biggest companies in K-pop, and all that, should have gotten him in trouble at least once. Between all the attempts at drugs to various hookups, he had expected to be caught, despite how careful he was. But nothing.

He counted himself lucky for all those years, but looking back, the universe had just built up his bad deeds to get him all at once.

And on a Monday fucking morning, of all things.

"Hyung, you won't believe this!" Doyoung said the moment Johnny stepped into the kitchen.

Johnny frowned through the haze of sleep clouding his mind. He was not built for serious talk five minutes after waking up.

“You need to see this,” Doyoug said firmly.

Johnny waved dismissively as he walked over to the coffee machine.

In his current state, he actually would have believed anything. He was still floating in a comfortable bubble of dreams and wasn't even sure he was actually awake. He had that kind of dream before. Though in that one, Taeyong was a big, pink elephant for some reason.

"Hyung!" Doyoung insisted, waving his phone.

Johnny squinted against the lights, rubbed his eyes trying to read from afar, but gave up almost immediately and indulged in a bitter kick of adrenaline. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. His heart jumped as the caffeine worked itself into his bloodstream or however this fucking worked. He wasn't going to read up on that. Some things are best left to the imagination. And in Johnny's sleepy imagination, there were little gnomes in his chest that drank the coffee, so they could run in their little hamster wheels faster, making Johnny's heart pump.

With one last big sip, he emptied the mug, shuddering at the last note of bitterness that had collected at the bottom. He placed the mug back into the sink, taking another deep breath. With an exhale, he turned around, finally meeting Doyoung's eyes.

"What's up?" Johnny asked.

"Hyung, you-"

"You're awake! Finally!" Taeyong interrupted.

Not an elephant this time. Good. Probably.

Though, Taeyong didn't look or even sound all that exciting. Unusual. He always greeted every member with a smile in the morning, but now he looked like he just escaped a saw trap. A bit traumatized, with a pinch of concern, maybe some doubt about his life decisions.

Taeyong stepped closer, gesturing wildly as he rambled.

"I just had to lie for you like my life depends on it. Which it kinda does. All of our lives, actually. Do you even realize the things I do for you?"

Johnny raised an eyebrow. "What did I do?"

Taeyong stopped. His eyes widened as he looked between Johnny and Doyoung, the latter one only shrugging his shoulders. The concern twisted into surprise and then into panic as his focus settled back on Johnny.

"You don't know."

"Know what?"

Doyoung raised his phone again. "This!"

Johnny sighed. Perhaps this was more than a cat meme after all. But was it really worth the mental breakdown from Taeyong?

'NCT Johnny and Stray Kids Changbin caught in dating rumors'

Johnny blinked. He read over it again, rubbed his eyes, and read again.

"What the fuck?"

"You have to read everything,” Doyoung said, giving his phone over.

Johnny glanced up at him, then over at Taeyong, who looked absolutely miserable. Johnny's own mind was going as slow as a snail trying to comprehend what was written on the screen. It had to be a joke. It had to be. No matter how Johnny twisted the words in his mind, they didn't make any sense.

Taking a deep breath, he scrolled down.

'Twitter went wild when two popular idols posted an Instagram update, but not for the typical reasons. On the xx.xx, Stray Kids' Seo Changbin posted a selfie of himself at the N Seoul Tower with the caption "Let's get a lock for our love". Stays thought nothing much of it, just another love proclamation assumed to be for them from their favorite idol. An hour later though, NCT member Seo Young Ho aka Johnny, also posted a selfie of himself at the tower with the caption "I wanna get a lock with all my fans". Almost immediately, both nctzen and stays pointed out the similarity between the two posts. When user @taeyussy pointed out that it appears the two selfies were also taken in the same spot, Netizens everywhere were taken by storm. It was only a matter of time for the rumors to start.'

Johnny tightened his hand around the phone as he dropped onto the nearest chair. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but he could only gape like a fish.

Dating Rumors. Because of a damn selfie? Johnny laughed, almost hysterical. He scrolled back to the selfie from Seo Changbin that was included in the article, alongside his own picture.

Fuck, they really did take a selfie in the same spot.

"Hyung, are you okay?" Doyoung asked carefully.

Johnny slowly looked up, but words failed him again. All he could do was nod. He glanced at Taeyong.

"Is this real?" Johnny asked.

Taeyong huffed. "Yes. Our manager already called me to clarify if it's true."

"What? That I'm dating Seo Changbin?"

"Yes. Is it?"

"No! Of course not! Why would you-" Johnny groaned, and rubbed a hand over his face. "I mean, seriously? Because of a fucking selfie?"

"Hyung-" Doyoung leaned over the table, carefully taking his phone from Johnny. "- fans have suspected a relationship with far less evidence."

Frowning, Johnny snatched the phone back. He pulled up the selfies again and waved the screen in front of both Doyoung and Taeyong's eyes.

"Evidence? What fucking evidence?"

Taeyong pursed his lips, and grabbed Johnny's wrist, pushing his arm down on the table. Johnny pursed his lips in protest, but let it happen. These two were the last people who deserved his anger, no matter how wrong they are.

Beside Taeyong, Doyoung chewed at his bottom lip, like a kid caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

"You have to admit, this is a big coincidence. Not only the selfie, but also the caption and the time…"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Johnny," Taeyong put his palms flat on the table, staring intently at Johnny, "are you dating Seo Changbin?"

"No! I never even talked to the guy, dude! I didn't even know his name until now-"

"You don't know Stray Kids?" Doyoung asked.

"Of course, I know Stray Kids. I just don't know their names, except for Bang Chan, because Mark won't shut up about his fucking abs. As if I don't have amazing abs."

"Bang Chan's abs are amazing, you have to admit that."

Johnny huffed, glaring at Doyoung. But he finally let him have his phone back while turning back to Taeyong. His poor leader, who looked like he was going to bite into the nearest glass just to feel anything again. Johnny couldn't imagine the stress he was under after that phone call.

"Dude-" Johnny put a hand on Taeyong's shoulder. "-I swear, if I was dating someone, I would have told you."

"Right. Yeah. Okay, you're right."

A deep sigh slipped Taeyong's lips, and his shoulders slumped. He fell back into his chair, eyes closed, fingers rubbing at his temple. Johnny got the mug from the sink again and filled it with some new coffee. It wasn't nearly as warm as earlier, but Taeyong didn't seem to mind as he downed it all in one go.

He glanced up at Johnny. "The manager said they won't say anything for now. It's only one article, but you need to be careful. Both the fans and any gossip news outlet are going to watch your every step now. At least until the next dating scandal."

Doyoung raised a hand. "Want to make a bet on who is gonna be involved in the next scandal?"

"No," Taeyong said firmly.

"I say someone from Seventeen," Johnny threw in.

Doyoung smirked. "I say Twice.”

“Unless Bang Chan posts a shirtless selfie, then it's Mark."

They both laughed, while Taeyong could only spare a bitter chuckle. It was enough to take some of the weight of Johnny's heart, though. But he really wished he could go back to bed and sleep until this whole thing was forgotten. He yearned for the pink Taeyong elephant.

Despite that, and despite his better judgment, Johnny used the next available free time to dig deeper. Between dance practice and some photoshoot for a magazine he didn't care for, he logged into his secret Twitter profile and searched up his own name. Not the first time he was doing it, but any idol who said they never did this was a filthy liar. Though usually Johnny just wanted to see some cool edits or funny memes, perhaps get a giggle out of all the thirst tweets.

This time, he was there for the tea, dammit.

And his search was bountiful, for sure. Right at the top, the first tweet, was a retweet of the tweet mentioned in the article.

'@taeyussy So no one is gonna point out that the selfies were also taken in the same spot? Like look at the street lamp and bench'

Johnny sighed, but opened the comments anyway. A lot of 'Shit you're right' with some 'A lot of people take a selfie there' strewn in between. Someone claimed they actually saw Johnny and Changbin together, but no one believed them. As they should. But they were all swayed by everything else, as if a little coincidence was enough.

More tweets like 'Is this real?' and 'Y'all are so weird for caring' popped up. Johnny was torn, because on one hand he couldn't believe people speculated about his relationship like that, but on the other hand, he too liked the gossip. He understood why so many people jumped on this story. But it was also a story about him.

Some fans expressed their support, saying that regardless of the truth, gay idols are allowed to date as well. It did warm Johnny's heart, because at the end of the day, he might not be involved with Seo Changbin, but he wasn't straight either. Seeing the love eased his anxiety a lot more than he expected. That regardless of how this worked out, he still had fans behind him.

Not even the tweets coming with more 'evidence' could break his spirit. Instead, he actually found those tweets the most interesting. Like watching one of those documentaries about aliens that Taeil constantly forced upon them last year. They really used any slither of coincidence and whatnot to support the dating theory. Like that one time Changbin wore an oversized sweater that looked exactly like Johnny’s sweater he wore a few weeks prior. He almost got sold himself on the idea with that one.

Worst of all, Changbin looked adorable in it.

That was another thing Johnny realized as he scrolled through endless tweets. Many posted pictures of them both, comparing, saying they would make a cute couple, and Johnny had to unfortunately agree. Not only did Changbin have an incredible body, thick with big muscles, he also was just incredibly handsome. And cute. So fucking cute. Who knew an idol’s aegyo could get Johnny to genuinely coo at them? When they’re just a person on his tiny phone screen? Was that how all his fans felt?

Before he knew it, Johnny was sucked into a whole other site of Twitter. And then YouTube, where he consumed one fancam after the other. Then some interviews. Mark wasn’t wrong, Bang Chan really did have amazing abs, but Changbin’s biceps had Johnny fall into all kinds of bad thoughts.

For a hot second, when he laid in bed later that day, watching yet another video, Johnny actually wished the entire dating thing wasn’t just a rumor. He really needed to touch some fucking grass.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For the next week, Taeyong kept a close eye on everything Johnny was doing. He actually went so far to stalk Changbin’s activity just to make sure nothing else suspicious would be posted, even got himself Bubble for the private chat. Not that Changbin had much activity. At least on social media. The only Stray Kids member who seemed to be using their instagram account was the youngest. And most of what Changbin shared on Bubble was pictures of food. Johnny avoided posting any food himself, just in case.

Unfortunately, the universe was against them. All their efforts were in vain at the end of the day, because on the following Wednesday, another article was released by a different news outlet. This time, it was Yuta who saw it first, and he and Mark actually tried to hide it from Taeyong by stealing all his electronics. They eventually locked him in the bathroom when the manager called. Yuta talked to him instead, while Mark informed Johnny of the situation.

At the end, Johnny took over the call with the manager while Yuta and Mark held Taeyong back like trying to stop a starving lion from eating the nearest gazelle.

“Johnny, I need you to be honest,” the manager said, way too serious, “is there something going on?”

“Nope. I never even talked to the guy.”

“Someone on twitter posted a picture of a couple, claiming it’s you and Seo Changbin.”

“And you believe that?”

The manager scoffed. “Have you seen the picture? It’s convincing.”

“It’s stupid, that's what it is! Seriously, there is nothing.”

“Right. We might have to make a statement this time. I just need to know for sure what your relationship to Seo Changbin is.”

“None. Again, I never even talked to him,” Johnny said.

“I’m surprised. Aren’t some of the other members friends with Stray Kids?”

Johnny glanced over at Mark and Yuta, who were bravely guarding the door Taeyong was currently trying to kick down.

“I think it’s mostly the dreamies.”

“Right, well-” The manager sighed. “-We’ll see if any other news outlet wants to share their thoughts while we think about the statement. You don’t need to worry about any of it.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just be careful.”

And with that, the call ended. Johnny didn’t feel any better, though. If one fan was ready to make up lies, it could only get worse. One little article was easy to dismiss, nothing to worry about, everyone would find the next thing to gossip about by next week, but two articles? There was no stopping it now unless the company made a statement. Or someone got caught smoking weed.

Like before, Johnny got lost in the twitter feed again. Someone actually wrote a fanfiction, but since that one time they all sat together to read fanfiction as a group bonding activity, Johnny had promised himself to never read one again. Besides, he was already into the idea of dating someone like Changbin. He was a weak, weak man, and Changbin was exactly his type. A musical genius, a good rapper, handsome, strong… Johnny would have dated himself, if he could.

Eventually, he found the picture the manager had mentioned. Johnny had to take a double take, because it really did look weirdly like him. Fine, it was a blurry shot of a tall guy with a vaguely similar hairstyle, but if someone was told something enough times, they would start to believe it.

What got Johnny more, though, was the other person. The supposed Changbin. Johnny raised an eyebrow. No way was Changbin this short. But a quick search revealed that yes, he really was short, and so were the other Stray Kids members. Add that to the list of things Johnny really didn't want to think about if he didn't want to lose his mind.

Fittingly, Taeil sat down next to him at that moment, handing him a can of soda.

"You need to stay hydrated."

Johnny huffed. "With Fanta?"

"Sugar is energy. Now drink."

With an overly dramatic sigh, Johnny accepted the can. He balanced his phone on his thigh while opening his drink, careful not to spill any all over himself. Taeil watched him with a glint of amusement before his eyes fell on Johnny's phone.

"Stray Kids?"

"What? Oh! Yeah. Did you know that Seo Changbin is shorter than you?"

"What?"

"Yeah, can you believe it? Someone is actually shorter than you," Johnny said, smirking.

The elbow in his side was well deserved.

"Why are you looking up Seo Changbin anyway?" Donghyuck suddenly asked.

Johnny jumped in his chair as the head of cotton candy hair peeked over his shoulder. With the grace of a dead cat, his phone dropped to the floor. He cursed under his breath, and snatched it back up before Donghyuck could even think about any schemes.

No scratches. The screen was fine.

Johnny sighed in relief, then glared up at Donghyuck.

"I should know everything about my boyfriend, shouldn't I?"

Donghyuck grimaced. "Are you delusional now?"

"Listen-" Johnny opened twitter again, presenting the other two the picture. "-you can't tell me this doesn't look like me and Changbin."

"Wow…" Taeil whispered, eyes big.

"You're worse than our fans," Donghyuck said.

"Can I really be sure I'm not dating Changbin? Maybe I have a second personality! Perhaps an evil one, who is seducing half the kpop industry."

“The only personality you have is annoying."

"You're just jealous you can't get someone as hot as Seo Changbin," Johnny scoffed, pursing his lips.

"You can't get him either?"

"But I would have a chance. The guy likes working out, I like working out. We're both amazing rappers-"

Donghyuck rolled his eyes. "Go and marry him then. But first do your damn vocal lessons."

Johnny gasped overly dramatic. "Brat. Where is the respect?"

"I should have never agreed to this unit."

With that, Donghyuck left again. Johnny watched him for a bit longer until he disappeared into another room. He shook his head, and turned back to Taeil, who only stared at Johnny's phone where the picture was still open.

"What do you think, hyung?"

"Huh?" Taeil blinked up at Johnny, torn from a deep thought apparently.

"What do you think?"

"About what?"

Johnny shook his phone a little. "About this."

"Hm if I had seen it without knowing you, I would have believed it, but you don't own a jacket like that."

"Good point. You think I could be friends with him?"

A surprised chuckle escaped Taeil. Johnny raised an eyebrow, but Taeil only waved his hand dismissively.

"Why not? Jungwoo is friends with Lee Minho and I think Mark and Chenle are also close to some Stray Kids members. Maybe you could ask them to introduce you."

"Oh yeah." Johnny mockingly reenacted shaking someone's hand. "Hey, I'm the guy who everyone thinks is your boyfriend. You wanna hang out sometime?"

Taeil huffed in amusement. "It's an ice breaker at least."

"Better than trying to befriend your ex's new boyfriend."

"Have you ever done that?"

"No? That would be weird," Johnny said, laughing.

If Taeil noticed the nervousness, he didn't react. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders, and went back to whatever he was doing before. Something on his phone. Johnny had the good conscience not to look at his screen. Except he didn't, and as he pushed himself to his feet, he caught a glimpse of google and the words 'Stray Kids'. He smirked, Taeil didn't notice.

"I'm off for lessons then. See you later, hyung!"

"Good luck!"

Johnny wondered if he should sign up for more lessons. He needed something to take off his mind, but with the amount of dance practice, he didn't have the energy for the gym. Besides, that would have just reminded him more of Changbin. He was already fucked enough with his new found obsession.

~~~~~~~ The next week remained quiet again. The whole time, Johnny kept up religiously with everything fans said about the scandal. Despite everyone's expectations, it didn't seem to die down. People left and right believed the picture was real, comparing everything Johnny and Changbin had posted the last few years, mentioning the connections between other NCT and Stray Kids members.

It felt like reading a whole Sherlock Holmes novel, but one with red herrings at every corner, leading everyone to believe it was the maid. Johnny, and some sound minded fans among the vocal crowd, seemed to be the only ones who knew it was actually the gardener.

The company decided not to release a statement. They seemed to think it wasn't worth the time to address these baseless rumors. Meanwhile, Taeyong used every group dinner to complain how little this was taken seriously, mad that so-called fans could just spread lies and not face any consequences. He cared a lot more about this than Johnny, like the good dad he was. Johnny was more worried about the copious amount of fancams and compilations crowding his youtube history.

Seo Changbin had invaded Johnny's mind with no chance to prepare. The moment Johnny saw him, it was over. Ironic, really, considering why he came to Johnny's attention in the first place. Or perhaps it was some kind of weird psychological effect brought upon him by these rumors. Hear about it enough, and you believe it, or in this case, read enough twitter posts and get brainwashed.

Something about Seo Changbin fascinated Johnny, held him captive. And he still hadn't even talked once to the guy.

Though it was only a matter of time that had to change. Like tied together by fate, they seemed to have pulled themselves along the string, the universe watching and waiting for them to inevitably meet. It had to happen. The whole situation wouldn't have made a good joke if they didn't.

It happened at a music show. Johnny didn't care enough to remember the name. He was tired, on his last shred of sanity, a thirsty man in a desert. All he wanted was to get this over with and crawl into bed, wither away until he had to get up for another day of promotion.

Somewhere between getting ready and the actual stage performance, he forced himself to the bathroom. Taeil had them all drink Fanta like a mother bird feeding her young, insisting it's good for digestion or whatever. Probably not, but three months prior, Taeil believed that smearing grape juice on his face was the ultimate cure for acne, because he saw one tiktok about it.

Just as Johnny finished washing his hands, and turned off the faucet, the door opened. For no other reason than pure curiosity, Johnny glanced up. Almost instantly, he caught a familiar pair of eyes. Or as familiar as they could be, when he had only seen those eyes in pictures and videos.

Changbin stiffened, the door quietly falling back into place behind him. There was an entire movie of emotions fleeting across his face before he settled on a neutral expression, with just the slightest hint of something else in the twitch of his eyebrows.

"Hello sunbaenim," Changbin said, bowing much deeper than necessary.

Johnny couldn't help but laugh. Panicked eyes glanced back up at him, and god, he was even cuter in real life. Johnny had to resist the urge to pinch himself, in case he was dreaming. Or worse, succumb to the sudden impulse to pinch Changbin’s cheeks.

"So formal. Shouldn't boyfriends be a bit more casual?"

Changbin's eyes widened. He looked around, as if expecting hidden cameras. When Johnny laughed again, Changbin turned back, blinking slowly.

"I'm sorry?" Changbin said, pulling his eyebrows together.

Johnny smirked. "Don't tell me you didn't see the rumors."

"Ah. I… I did. I didn't think you…"

"Relax, dude. Let's not be weird about this. I'm too exhausted for this."

"Oh, right. Yeah."

Still looking a little stunned, Changbin stepped closer, looking around again. He stopped right in front of Johnny, who became painfully aware of their height difference. They both had to actually strain their neck to look into each other's eyes, and Johnny wasn't sure his sanity could actually handle this for long. He didn't move away, though. Changbin puffed out his chest, rolling his shoulders, and for a hot second, Johnny expected either a kiss or a fist in his face.

"I hope these rumors didn't get you in any trouble, sunbaenim."

Johnny stilled. "What?"

"Dating rumors aren't always easy to handle. So I was a bit worried how they affected you, sunbae-"

"Hyung."

Changbin's eyes widened. His pretty eyes, big, and so easy to get lost in.

"Call me hyung. Honestly, Changbin-ah-"

The younger man visibly tensed at the more casual talk. It was cute. Kinda funny.

"-People think we're dating. I think we're well past politeness."

"I guess. Are you sure?"

Johnny nodded, the smirk softening into a smile. Changbin dropped his shoulders, the smallest sound of a relieved sigh reaching Johnny's ears. The urge to pat Changbin's hair tingled in Johnny's fingertips. It just looked so damn soft, falling neatly into Changbin's face as he looked down. With their height difference, Johnny couldn't see his face this way, but as Changbin glanced back up, Johnny caught a glimpse of a smile.

"Then-"

Changbin licked his lips. Johnny followed the motion.

"-hyung, did you have any trouble?"

"No. Pretty sure my manager got some new gray hairs, but I'm cool."

"That's good."

"And you?" Johnny raised an eyebrow, leaning a little over.

For just a moment, Changbin's pupils trembled, jumping up and down. Johnny took it as an invitation to draw even closer. In all his fantasies, he hadn't thought of the potential back pain that would come with everything that was Changbin, but Johnny would have accepted everything for the blush dusting Changbin's cheeks.

"I'm okay. No one seemed particularly worried, actually."

Johnny hummed, tilting his head. He didn't break eye contact once, impressed that Changbin could hold it back.

"Good," he said, almost whispering.

Changbin visibly shuddered.

Smirking, Johnny moved back again. He pulled out his phone, checking the time, but he still had a solid ten minutes left. Looking back at Changbin, Johnny found him nervously tugging at the elaborate stitching of his leather jacket. So completely different to that loud, confident man in all the videos. It pulled at Johnny's heart like a sugar shock, and he had to swallow all kinds of compliments crawling up his throat.

"Can I get your number?" Johnny asked instead, with the elegance of Mark, when he talks to their personal trainer at the gym.

"My phone number?"

"Yeah. So we can coordinate what we upload."

Changbin slowly nodded. "To avoid another article?"

"Yep. Exactly that."

Finally, a small smile curled Changbin's lips. Johnny's heart skipped a beat, reminding him how fucked he already was.

They exchanged details with some jokes strewn in, mostly Johnny saying he would save Changbin as 'Boyfriend' with a heart. The fact that Changbin only laughed about it, was probably a good sign. A win in Johnny's book, at least. He did save him as 'Dwaekki' though.

Unfortunately, everything nice was short-lived, like ice cream on a hot summer day. Mark texted Johnny to remind him of their performance.

"Good luck, hyung," Changbin said, lifting his fists. "Fighting!"

Johnny pushed aside the warmth induced by the younger man's bright smile, and mimicked the gesture.

"Fighting!"

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Can i ask for a johnnie guilbert x reader where the reader is a friend of tara who is a very private person, so she gets know in the channel as "baby" and people start to notice that johnnie gets shy and is always looking somewhere off camera (to her)

A LOTTTT of pinning by johnnie (like so much it hurts)

And maybe at the end he confesses she kisses him and a lil sum-sum 😏

Thank uuuuu 😘

Babygirl- J. Guilbert

pairing: shy!reader x Johnnie

classification: fluff

warning: use of y/n, slight cursing, slow build up, Jake and Tara are dating in this, suggestive content but NO smut, very long

inspiration: request^^, Deaf, Mute, and Blind Baking, Becoming Tara Yummy for a Day

summary: You didn’t choose a life in the limelight, you were just famous by association, and now you’ve earned yourself the nickname “babygirl” by the entire internet.

—

Most people wish they had the fame you had, they spend their entire life reaching for an unattainable dream that fell in your lap by coincidence. They wish for the fancy cars, the expensive clothes, and especially to be so famous they’re stopped by fans on the street for a picture.

Tara, your best friend, was one of those people. She spent her childhood and teenage years fangirling over pop stars and YouTubers, hoping that one day people would be fangirling over her too. She worked hard to earn the platform she has today, bringing you along with her to the top. But you never asked for any of this.

At first her newfound fame didn’t affect you, you were just a recurring background character in her videos and would sometimes, but very rarely, have a main role in them. Although you tried remaining in the background, the internet is quick to get attached to shy, background characters and before you knew it the fans were begging for more content with you.

So now you and Tara are a well known YouTube duo and you’re featured in almost every one of her videos, most of the time opting to participate from behind the camera. You especially remain behind the scenes when Jake and Johnnie are involved, specifically because you’re never able to hide your crush on Johnnie and would probably die from embarrassment if the fans caught on.

Like today for example, Jake and Johnnie are over at your house filming. They’re filming a video they’ve filmed many times before, they’re turning Tara emo. The three of them are piled onto the couch, discussing topic after topic as Johnnie packs on black eyeshadow on Tara’s eyes.

“Ow, Johnnie. You’re hurting me!” she squeals as Johnnie accidentally pokes her in the eye with the bristles of the brush. You can’t help but giggle from behind the camera, watching as Johnnie becomes flustered. “Sorry! I only ever do my own makeup, okay?” he apologizes, not becoming any more gentle with his motions. Johnnie glances at you quickly, a smile forming on his face because of your laughter.

“Why are you laughing, Y/n? You’re next,” Jake chimes in, following his statement with a boisterous laugh. Your face flushes slightly as you reply with a laugh, “no I’d prefer not to be tortured.” Johnnie laughs at this, sending you a fake pout, “you hate my look that much?”

Your face becomes even more red, if that was even possible. You didn’t mean the comment like that. Tara, whose face is being attacked with makeup, chimes in, “No, Y/n is too babygirl for this.”

“Oh God, you’re making me sound so high maintenance,” you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief at Tara’s comment. “It’s true though!” she exclaims, turning to face you just as Johnnie begins applying eyeliner, causing a black streak to run from the corner of her eye to her hairline.

“Guys, Y/n is probably the most high maintenance out of the four of us. She gets a manicure exactly every two weeks, she gets her hair redyed like once a month, her room is NEVER dirty. She almost never ever has dirty laundry, AND she irons her clothes. Who irons their clothes?” Tara exclaims, flailing her arms in the air dramatically.

“So yes, she’s babygirl,” Tara’s talking to the camera now, completely oblivious to her appearance. You scrunch your name at the nickname, the internet tended to latch onto things like that, “First of all, you look ridiculous right now. And secondly, don’t call me that. I don’t need to be known as ‘babygirl’ for the rest of my life,” you reply, laughing as Johnnie tries to fix his mistake but fails.

Jake, who’s sitting on the couch next to Johnnie, straightens up and leans forward to look at Tara. He immediately laughs at the sight, the black eyeliner smudged all over her face. “You’re just mad that it has a nice ring to it,” Tara retorts, choosing to ignore the mess Johnnie made. You scoff, glad that the camera isn’t on you to catch how your eyes train on Johnnie.

“Okay, but doesn’t it sound cute?” Tara proposes the question to the boys, waiting expectantly for them to answer. Jake was always quick to agree with her, it was a trait she trained him to have over the years of their relationship, “yeah, it’s pretty cute.” Tara nods her head in triumph, turning to Johnnie for his response.

Johnnie doesn’t know what to say, he agrees that the nickname is cute, but he’s afraid he’ll say too much and expose his crush for you. “Johnnie?” Tara says, widening her eyes as she awaits his response.

“What was the nickname again?” Johnnie asks, trying to act casual. But if the cameras zoomed in they’d easily catch how his hands tremble as he fixes Tara’s eyeliner. “Babygirl?” he reiterates, attempting to sound confused and oblivious. Tara nods her head, causing Johnnie to mess up once again, but he’s too busy trying to keep his composure to care.

Coming from him the nickname doesn’t sound so bad, it actually makes you want to take back everything you just said. “Babygirl is cute,” he murmurs, sending you a small glance before quickly turning back towards Tara. You hide your face in your hands, trying to hide your flushed cheeks and the smile that won’t go away no matter how hard you try.

“Enough with the babygirl talk,” you groan, but you really loved hearing him say it.

—

From that moment on, you were known as babygirl within the fandom. You couldn’t escape the nickname no matter how hard you tried, and the fans loved teasing you about it. Whether it be through edits, Instagram comments, or tweets; the fans were always calling you the nickname.

Johnnie, Jake and Tara are currently filming yet another video, despite your protests. The three of them are standing behind the kitchen counter, with either tape on their mouths, earmuffs on, or blindfolded. They were trying to bake a cake, something they struggled to do even without the inhibiting factors, so all they were really doing was making a big mess.

They understand your hesitance with being on camera, so they never force you to make any special appearances, but you still loved to watch. You sit behind the counter, just out of view of the camera, watching in amusement as the three interact.

Johnnie keeps getting distracted by you, fumbling and stuttering his way through the intro. You watch as Johnnie struggles to find the supplies needed for the video, searching through every cabinet in the kitchen. “Every time Johnnie says he’s ready, he’s never ready,” Jake comments, adjusting the black beanie on his head. “Where the fuck did I put it? No, Jake where did you put it?” Johnnie replies, scavenging for the baking supplies.

“They’re in the pantry,” you comment, walking over to Johnnie briefly and guiding him towards the pantry. Johnnie smiles at you, grateful that there’s at least one sane person here to help him. The interaction was caught on camera, but you were too distracted to realize.

“Thanks babygirl,” Tara exclaims, bopping her head to the music blasting through her headphones. You roll your eyes, helping Johnnie take everything out of the grocery bags and sprawling them out onto the counter. Once everything is in order, Johnnie’s mouth is quickly covered with a sticker, but he’s happy he isn’t blindfolded because he can keep sneaking glances at you.

The entire situation was chaotic, none of them had any clue how to communicate properly and they had less knowledge on how to bake a cake. Jake’s arms were stretched forward as he tried finding his way through the kitchen, Tara’s loud singing making it hard for them to concentrate on one task alone.

Tara, who wore the headphones, was more focused on singing than the cake. You watch them intently, unable to stop yourself from laughing, “you need to whisk the cake!” Tara, who can’t hear a single thing you’re saying, repeats your statement causing you to burst into laughter.

Johnnie pulls out a plastic butter knife, deeming it appropriate for the task. “Get the beater!” Tara yells, following it by belting out song lyrics. Johnnie has no idea what Tara is talking about, so he sends you a pleading look. If there’s anyone here who’s going to help him finish this cake, it’s you.

“The whisk, get the whisk!” you exclaim, trying to talk over Tara’s singing as best as possible.

“What’s going on?!” Jake asks, one of his flailing arms slapping both Johnnie and Tara. Johnnie’s laughs are muffled by the sticker as he holds the whisk out for Jake, guiding him to the bowl.

“Babygirl?!” Tara is being so loud, her voice a good three octaves higher than normal. “Stop yelling!” you exclaim, but she ignores you and changes the song, continuing to belt out the lyrics.

“Y/n, we need your help,” Jake comments, stirring the bowl so aggressively that it was twirling. “We have no idea what we’re doing,” he continues, lifting the whisk up and blindly taking a lick.

“JAKE DON’T LICK IT!” Tara yells.

Johnnie’s laughter and shocked scream are muffled, his face scrunched up as he laughs uncontrollably, and you can’t look away. You wish you weren’t so shy, so that way you’d be able to join them in this fun activity without feeling anxious.

“This cake is going to be so bad,” you chuckle, catching Johnnie’s attention. His eyes linger on you for a little too long, a moment the fans were definitely going to clip and edit.

“What did you say?! Did you say my singing is bad?!” Tara is still yelling, following each and every statement with loud singing.

Many dirty dishes and a messy kitchen later, the cake is finally done. The oven rings throughout the kitchen, and Jake and Tara send Johnnie to fish the hot pan out. The cake didn’t look too bad, but considering you watched them make it, you weren’t too excited to actually try it.

“You have to wait until it cools to frost it!” Tara exclaims, the headphones causing her volume to be more than pleasant. Johnnie can’t respond because of the sticker, and he doesn’t want to wait for it to cool, so he continues haphazardly spreading the icing over the camera. Jake, on the other hand, is in his own world.

“That actually looks disgusting. It’s raw,” you gasp, watching as Johnnie lifts the spatula to reveal an uncooked, watery mess. “It’s undercooked!” Tara yells, her inability to hear you causing her to repeat everything you say in different words.

Johnnie’s muffled laughter is infectious, earning a string of laughter from you. “Let’s just eat it,” Jake suggests, facing the complete opposite direction of the group. The beanie on his head inhibits him from seeing the state of the cake, but even if he could see it, he would probably still ask for a bite.

“Wait let me help,” you get up from your seat and walk behind the countertop, immediately searching for something to serve the cake in. “This is gonna have to do it,” you hand Johnnie three plastic cups. He scoops up the raw batter, the liquid cake jiggling in the cup and running down the sides, immediately coating his fingers in frosting and batter.

“We’re gonna get salmonella,” Tara is staring at the goopy mess in shock, how had they managed to mess up such a simple recipe?

“I wanna see… I think we should take this off,” Jake yanks his beanie off, a fit of laughter attacking him as soon as he sees the state of the cake. Tara was subconsciously poking at it, creating a big hole in the center. Johnnie’s hands were full of chocolate frosting, and he held them up in exasperation as he waited for someone to remove the sticker from his mouth.

“Here lemme help you,” you murmur, gentle hands removing the sticker. Your touch lingers a little too long, but he doesn’t complain. If he had it his way, you’d have your arms around his neck and his lips would be on yours.

“Thanks, babygirl,” he whispers in return, loving how easily the nickname riled you up. You hated how much you loved hearing him say it.

“This is actually not that bad!” Tara’s boisterous voice breaks you two from the intimate moment, forcing you to reenter reality. “Try it,” Jake suggests, going back for a second scoop.

Johnnie is hesitant, but he grabs the cup and puts a spoonful of the raw cake batter in his mouth. His face contorts in disgust, but it couldn’t be that bad, could it? “Here let me try,” you take the cup from him, using his spoon to take your own bite.

As soon as the cake hits your tongue, you’re gagging. “Oh wow this is horrible,” you say, fighting the urge to throw up. They’re all laughing at your reaction, Jake pulling a long hair from his mouth in the process. “I love this hair, adds flavor.”

“Oh my God, I’m gonna throw up,” the hair Jake held between his fingers was only making the situation worse for you.

“See, she’s so babygirl,” Tara laughs, joking about the situation even if she found it equally as gross.

—

It seemed like your friends were always filming because every time the four of you hung out there always seemed to be a camera lurking not too far. Like today for example, Tara gathered everyone for a casual hangout, but once you arrived she explained that everyone was going to be living like her for the day. At first, you declined her invitation, making a lame excuse about not feeling good. But she begged and begged for you to be in the video, and before you knew it you were an integral part of it.

“Okay, since you guys are becoming me for the day, it’s only fitting that you dress the part. So, put on these track suits,” Tara says as she hands you, Jake, and Johnnie each a pink track suit. You’re trying to hide from the camera as much as possible, but Tara keeps pulling you back in every time you almost wander away.

The three of you shimmy into the outfits, immediately feeling the Tara Yummy essence wash over you.

“This is sexy,” Jake comments, admiring his figure as the sweatpants hang loosely from his hips. “I’m serving cunt,” Johnnie says, joining Jake in admiring himself. Their tattoos peeked through, contrasting the pink outfits entirely.

You emerge from the hallway seconds later, the track suit providing you with a newfound confidence, “I feel so stupid, but I also kinda feel like that bitch.” You stand still, allowing the camera to pan to you before hitting a dramatic pose. You turn around to show the camera the backside of the suit, the word babygirl written in curly white letters across your ass. “Slay, babygirl, slay,” Tara chimes in, strutting over to you and hitting the same pose.

“Let’s please not start with the babygirl jokes,” you groan jokingly, adjusting the sweatpants that kept riding up, you were starting to get a wedge. But you knew you weren’t going to escape the babygirl comments today, especially not with it written across your backside. It was like a label that you were forced to wear for the rest of the day, and the fans would surely seize the opportunity and run with it. To top it all off, the four of you were so well color coordinated that you looked like a 90’s girl group, ready to perform on stage at any moment.

“This is fun, but I still don’t understand why I’m being forced to do this,” you say, staring at Tara blankly.

“Because you’re my best friend,” she replies cheerily, offering you a big smile and booping your nose. It was hard to stay mad at her. She walks away, joining Jake as they engage in conversation.

“And you’re babygirl,” Johnnie teases, coming up from behind you unexpectedly, immediately causing a blush to form on your face. He loved watching you get flustered over the nickname. He laughs at your reactions, relishing every bit of it.

“Alright, first things first, time to eat. Mama’s hungry,” Tara says, ignoring yours and Johnnie’s interaction before facing the camera and leading everyone to the car. Jake and Tara are far ahead, leaving you and Johnnie to trail behind.

“It’s gonna be leaves,” Johnnie whispers to you, earning a laugh in response. He loved making you laugh. “Yeah, how much you wanna bet we end up at Health Nut?” you ask, settling the bet with a firm handshake between you and Johnnie. His hand holds a firm grip on yours, almost like he’s hesitant to let go as he says goofily, “$2, take it or leave it.”

As predicted, the four of you end up at Tara’s favorite restaurant; Health Nut. It’s no one else’s restaurant of choice, but you’re living as Tara for the day so it doesn’t matter what the rest of you want. You’ve been here with Tara enough to be familiar with the menu, so you order a simple salad and drink before moving to the side and allowing Johnnie to order. Once he’s finished ordering, he pays for your meals before letting Jake and Tara order.

Johnnie is playing it up for the cameras, trying to embarrass himself with his actions before the pink track suit does it for him. He’s sitting on a toddler chair and you stand next to him, choosing him as your comfort zone.

Because you always opted to remain behind the scenes, most of the viewers weren’t completely aware of yours and Johnnie’s dynamic. You two were always clinging to each other in uncomfortable or unfamiliar situations, making quiet jokes to make the other laugh. You both also had a huge crush on each other, which further served as a gravitational pull.

“Order for… babygirl?” the employee calls out, a hint of confusion in their voice as they read the name on the order. This immediately causes you to laugh out loud. “You did not do that,” you whisper shout at Johnnie, who held his hands up in feigned defense as he tries not to burst into laughter. You awkwardly grab the food, both of youwalking over to Tara and Jake’s table.

“Did they just call you babygirl?” Tara asks as soon as you’re sitting down. “Yes dude, fucking Johnnie told them that was my name,” you laugh, hiding your red face in your hands. They call out Tara’s name and she dismisses herself briefly to pick up the food.

“Let’s go!” She exclaims from the restaurant’s front door, bag and drink in hand as she pushes the door open and walks outside. “Oh, I guess Tara Yummy eats in the car,” Jake says sarcastically, the three of you following Tara to the car.

Once you’re in the car, you and Johnnie sit in the backseat while Jake and Tara occupy the front. “I wanted to eat in there, but you guys are so embarrassing,” Tara says, handing Jake his food.

She doesn’t give any of you enough time to respond, “you guys are already pretty embarrassing, but the pink track suits make us all look genuinely crazy.” She’s obnoxiously shaking her salad from the front seat, causing the entire car to rock.

“Damn, don’t gotta put your whole pussy into it,” Jake laughs, earning a sly remark from Tara. Soon, they’re lost in a conversation of their own, leaving you and Johnnie to talk quietly in the back seat.

“Why do you keep pushing this ‘babygirl agenda,’ sir?” You ask, both in true curiosity and to make light of the nickname. He blushes, mindlessly picking at the salad in front of him.

“Oh come on, don’t get all shy now,” you tease, piling up a good bite on your fork. He smiles at you awkwardly, preparing to admit something embarrassing.

“I think it’s kinda cute,” he admits with a shrug, taking a big bite of his food. Your eyes blow open in shock, this whole time you thought he was teasing you, but now it turns out he thinks it’s a cute nickname? “Don’t make fun of me,” Johnnie pleads in defense through a mouthful of food.

“I’m not, I just wasn’t expecting that,” you respond, trying not to be too loud. You couldn’t help it though, your giggles were soon filling the backseat. There was something about the confession that gave you hope that maybe you and Johnnie could be more than just friends. But you don’t want to get your hopes up, ir could easily all be for the video. You’re about to say something crazy and bold, but you’re cut off by Tara.

“Are you two done flirting? Cause I’m in the mood for coffee.” Leave it to her to ruin a sweet moment.

—

The day is finally over and the four of you are now wearing pajamas, reminiscing on the day’s events. Tara and Jake leave once the video is over, leaving you and Johnnie to lay on the large couch. The room is silent, but it’s not awkward, you’re both just catching up and joking.

“I was serious earlier, by the way,” he murmurs, staring at the ceiling above. “Yeah?” you say in a teasing tone, rolling over on your side so you’re facing him.

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “Yeah. If I’m being honest, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed, I mean the fans definitely have.” You mindlessly play with the strings of your robe, subconsciously scooting closer to him.

“So that’s why you keep calling me babygirl?”

“Mmm yeah, mostly. I think it sounds cute,” he smiles down at you, your figure just slightly further down the couch. You feel a surge of confidence wash over you, something you don’t usually feel as a shy person, and straddle his lap.

He looks at you in shock, both arms limp at his sides. “Say it,” you whisper, moving your face dangerously closer to his. You use your hands to grab his, placing them on your waist. He feels excited, nervous, and shocked all at the same time, was this really happening?

You grind your hips down onto him, hoping to elicit a response from him. “Babygirl,” he whimpers, the sudden friction sending a shiver up his spine that has his hips bucking. You hum in response, finally inching close enough to connect your lips to his.

You’re in a heated make out session, completely obvious to the world around you. Johnnie’s hands are roaming your body, your hips are grinding down onto him, and your fingers are tangled in his hair. You kiss from his lips down to his neck, sucking and biting the delicious skin until you leave a hickey.

The situation is about to escalate, but Jake and Tara interrupt before it can. They saunter in loudly, both you and Johnnie jumping off of each other in shock.

“About damn time!” Jake says, applauding you both for finally make a move on each other. “Get it babygirl!” Tara laughs, joining Jake in his obnoxious round of applause.

“So annoying,” you groan, throwing a pillow at them and shooing them out. Once they’re out of the room, you and Johnnie share a sheepish look.

“You’re never escaping that nickname,” he chuckles, silently pulling you back on top of him. “That’s okay. If you’re the one saying it, I don’t mind,” you murmur, kissing him again.

“Okay, babygirl.”

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I’m Here To Save You (M)

pairing. alpha johnny x female omega reader

genre. traditional a/b/o AU, friends to lovers, mild angst, fluff, pwp, m/f, one shot

warnings. profanity, alpha/omega dynamics, mating ceremony, pack head Alpha Johnny, size difference, use of Alpha voice, dominant but soft Johnny. smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 15k

now playing. pied piper//bts

smut warnings. unprotected rough sex, public sex- with audience, biting, breeding, knotting, etc

a/n. I am aware of Johnny’s actual tattoos, in case it needs to be said. my apologies for the floof🫤😑

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By now you’d wish to have gotten the hang of climbing up a tree.

Hissing between your teeth as you pick at splinters cutting through your palm, you lean back into a more comfortable position against a large branch just in time to catch a glimpse of the group of Alphas marching out of the village for a hunt. It’d be another week condemned to the stables cleaning horse shit if any of them were to find you this deep in the woods again.

For the most part you’ve managed to sneak around unnoticed, only catching the attention of a few elders who realized you’d been missing most of the day as you passed by and smiled inconspicuously.

Sometimes you just need to be alone, get away from the pack’s rules and hierarchy, all the duties and mundane tasks implemented. Even if your motive to distance yourself these days has less to do with wanting to be alone and more with needing to get away from a certain somebody that can’t seem to leave you alone.

“You know,” a familiar voice cuts through the trees. Long legs and thick brown hair with golden bits emerging before you can see his face in the light. “The day my father finds you out here this far from the pack, I won’t have any way to protect your ass from the punishment you’ll undoubtedly face.”

“He hasn’t caught me.” You respond, sneering down at your friend arching his neck back with a hand over his eyes to shield the sun and squint up at you.

“Yet.” He states, snapping his fingers toward you with his free hand. “Get down from there.”

“No.”

“It’s not safe!” He hisses, peering back over his shoulder to ensure the Alphas have made it past the clearing already. “For someone like you to be up there.”

“Someone like me?” You spit, ripping a small tree branch free to hurl at his face. “What the hell is that supposed to mean!”

He sighs, stepping back to dodge your weak attempt to hurt him. “Don’t make me come up there.”

“Go away.”

“No.” Setting his hands on his hips he motions toward the lake with his head. “Let’s go swimming, it’s a nice day and with the Alphas gone it’s pretty empty.”

“Don’t want to.” You sigh, leaning back on the thick part of the tree.

“Please? I already lied to Jaehyun to get out of hanging out with him today.” Reaching for the satchel laid on his hip, he pulls out a bottle antiseptic. “Bet your hands are really beat from scaling this ancient tree too. Come on, don’t make me beg to hang out with my best friend.”

Jaehyun’s your best friend. You want to snap back at him, huffing and frowning as you pick at a small splinter.

“The waters perfect right now..”

“Beg.” You say, peering down with a smile.

He chuckles, head shaking, pressing his hands against the tree. “Yeah? Should I get on my knees and cry? Would that make you come down?”

“Perhaps..”

“I said—“ with gritted teeth he grips onto the trunk of the tree firmly and shakes, adding kicks in-between. “Get down from there!”

“Johnny!” He’s stronger than you’d think from his gangly appearance, at least able to shake your position enough to clutch onto a large branch and curse as more bits of wood cut through your palm. “Stop it!”

“Are you coming down?!”

“Fine! You stupid neanderthal!”

“Nice one.” Catching his breath he moves back enough to grant you space to come down, reaching for your waist once you’re close enough to the ground. “I seriously hate when you sneak off without telling anyone.”

“It’s not a big deal.” You heave out of breath, swatting his hands away. Johnny’s persistent, grabbing a hold of your wrists and spinning you around to face him.

“‘No.” He mutters, tsking under his breath. “It’s a huge deal. Goddess look at your hands.” A frown takes over his features, kneeling down to empty his bag in search of tweezers. “I only carry these around because of you.”

“I’m fine.” You scoff, ignoring the sting shooting through your hands. “I’ll wash them out in the water.”

“And risk infection?” Standing back up, he grabs onto your wrist again, turning your palm to face him. “Have your mother blame me for allowing you to ruin your delicate soft skin?”

“And who’s to say I need your permission to do anything?” You scowl, attempting to free your hand from his grip that only tightens.

“You know she expects me to look out for you.” Ignoring your petulance, he raises your hand up to carefully dissect a splinter from your middle finger, gentle with each movement to not make this hurt more than it has to. “As future head Alpha I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” You snort sarcastically, rolling your eyes to avoid looking at the taller. “Pack Alpha this and that.”

“Right.” Johnny nods, dabbing a cloth drenched with antiseptic after each splinter removal. “This hatred towards Alphas, how exactly will that work and play out after I’ve presented?”

“Won’t matter.” You shrug, foregoing your struggle to allow him to bandage your palm up.

“And why’s that?”

“My mother’s a Beta, my father’s an Alpha.” You say as if that’s enough of an answer.

Johnny’s gaze raises to yours, biting down on his lip. “Mmm.. right.”

Squinting back at him, you shove his shoulder, nodding in the direction of the lake. “Let’s go before it gets too late.”

Too late, not referring to sundown but to the real reason you’ve journeyed out to the woods more and more these days. It’s around the corner, ready to rear its ugly head and ruin the one friendship you can always count on. Ruin the genuine care and love that’s formed between the two of you over the years.

“Loser has to clean out the pups dirty diaper can this week!” He shouts, running past you toward the lake.

“Johnny!” You whine, losing your breath to chase after him and grab onto the back of his shirt. “That’s not fair!”

“Hey!” He growls playfully, spinning around to grip around your waist as you tug on his collar and stretch the material out. “Let go!”

“You’re a cheater!” You hiss, aiming for his chest to punch lightly. “Be fair!”

“Fine.” He laughs, releasing you to drop his satchel and tug his shirt off. “3 laps.” Pointing from one end of the lake to the other he motions between the two of you, knowing you can kick his ass at swimming anyday. “Me and you.”

“Deal.” Shoving down your hoodie and shorts, you barrel into his side and run past him to cannonball onto the water first. “Loser!”

“Hey!” Johnny jumps out of his shorts, pouncing in after you, arms paddling rapidly to race after you. “What’s fair about this!”

“Me winning!”

You’re out of breath by the time you finish the last lap and bend over belly flat onto the rocks lining the lake. Johnny stops next to you shortly after, resting on his forearms as he mimics your position and swallows down air.

“Hey, I’m getting better at this.” He says breathlessly, stomach sucking in and out.

“Only because you’ve had an insane growth spurt..” you mumble, bracing your arms to shove out of the lake and move to the dry patch of grass nearby.

He takes a few more minutes to bask in the sun, skin glistening with golden rays streaming across his back and shoulders. The hours spent outside during summer really brightened up his complexion, painting his hair with light brassy streaks. It’s the same every year, as if the sun wants to be around him at all times, melting into his skin and soft brown eyes as he lifts his head and stretches.

“Yeah, dad measured me the other day.” He responds after a while, lifting his long torso to push up and out of the water and plop down by your side. “Grew another two inches..”

“Yeah, I can tell..” you mumble, looking away and rubbing at your arms.

“So, why don’t we ever talk about it?” He says quietly, picking at shards of grass by his hip. “He thinks I’ll present soon, like.. really soon.”

Instead of opening the door to what a conversation like this can lead to, you shrug and roll your neck back to crack. “Let’s head back before it starts getting dark.”

Johnny lets out a tired sigh, teeth gritted as he stands up and follows after you, grabbing your elbow. “Don’t be like this.”

“Like what?”

He’s silent for a moment, head tilted and analyzing your lack of expression before letting you go. “It could be years until we see eachot—“

“I don’t care, okay? Drop it.”

“How could you not care?!” He asks, eyes wild and bewildered. “Do you not care about me??”

“Of course I care about you!” You shout, tearing your arm away from him. “But this is inevitable, it’s your destiny!”

“And you?” He’s quick to cut you off, stepping closer. “What about you? Are you a part of that destiny? Because right now I really feel like you’re trying to push me away and forget my existence.”

If only it was that easy.

“There’s nothing more to be said Johnny.”

His gaze lowers seemingly disappointed, softly nodding, biting his bottom lip before a tremble can pass through. “Can I say something?”

No. Please don’t. Don’t make this harder on me than it already is.

“Fine.”

“Take care of yourself, for my sake? And please, stay close to the pack. Try to have some guilt in your conscience that your best friend can’t get a proper night of sleep while worrying about you running into a feral rogue or breaking a leg out there without anyone to find you.”

“Can you tell my friend that I’m not helpless and can very well fend for myself?” You retort, turning and stomping away back to the trail leading toward your pack's land.

Johnny huffs, shaking his head and gathering the clothes you both discarded, clutching your hoodie for a minute in thought. There’s barely a scent on it, a hint of your mother and father’s lingering, really nothing more than a light memory of the times he’s walked you back to your cabin. If not for the nice weather today he’d chase after you and tackle you down until you cover up, staggering behind instead to stuff your sweater up to his nose.

He shouldn’t, not even allowed to innocently scent you let alone do anything like this. His father would be so disappointed with him, always lecturing him about befriending a girl like you. Very stubborn and unruly, always disobeying the pack Omegas that only want what’s best for you.

But this could be his last chance to savor something from you for some time, because he’d never ask you to scent.. as if you’d ever let him. The smell left behind is barely enough to taste, most of the scent belonging to your Alpha father, smokey and musk. Relaxing against a tree trunk he sighs, clutching the material to his chest solemnly. As stubborn as you may be, he can’t help to think you’re hurting more than you’re willing to show.

You’d always been resilient toward him, avoiding him even after the first encounter you’d ever had.

The pack Alphas son that everyone admires and adores, all except you.

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“Where’s Johnny?” You ask sheepishly, staggering nearby the head Alphas cabin too chicken to actually knock on the door for an answer. Things hadn’t ended on the best note yesterday, and typically by now your friend would have sought you out, probably dragged you to the canteen for a snack since you slept through breakfast again.

“What do you mean?” Jaehyun snickers, passing by with bags full of manure on his way to the stables. “You didn’t hear?”

“Hear what?” You ask, mildly panicked.

Jaehyun scoffs quietly, glancing around cautiously for head Alphas presence. “He presented.”

“What?!”

“Shh!” He hisses, grabbing your arm to drag you along with him and out of the pack leaders' close proximity. “How could you not know?! Last night, head Omega had to stay with the elders because Johnny’s rut hit.”

“Rut.. meaning—he’s..”

“Oh come on.” Jaehyun rolls his eyes, flicking your chin.” “You always knew, don’t you remember the first time we met?”

Of course you remember.

When you’re five years old, you get dropped off at the learning center for the first time. It’s not much, depending on the amount of Omegas vs Alphas amongst your pack. No more than 30 pups ranging in elementary age running around screaming.

That’s when you meet Jaehyun of the Jung lineage. He’s the first boy to ever make fun of you. Stuck to share a desk with him based on the proximity of your last names. Jaehyun prods your cheek with the end of his pencil. Asking you why they’re so round, adding a jab by showing off the deep indents on his own.

He follows you out to the field when the lead Omega instructor dismisses you for break. Skipping along your side boasting about how he’s already begun learning archery.

“My dads one of the strongest Alphas the pack has!” He gloats. Drawing an arm back to shoot an invisible arrow toward the forest that surrounds your village. “Says I’ll be just like him someday, better even!”

Squinting at him, you nod, lacking the same enthusiasm he has. Opting to search for a toy to occupy your free time, you browse through the crates piled together outside. A yo-yo could be fun, once you untangle the string another pup had evidently left to be discarded.

“Hey!” Jaehyun smacks the toy out of your hold. Pouting like a petulant upset baby. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Why did you do that?” A taller boy interrupts the two of you. Bending down to grab the yo-yo that’s rolled away, hitting the toe of his sneaker. He lifts it up with a bit of inspection, beginning to unravel the string.

“..oh..Johnny..” Jaehyun stammers. His once bratty tone falling into a hushed one lacking confidence. “I was just messing around.”

Johnny, as Jaehyun calls him, concentrates on straightening out the toys string. Winding it up with ease and gesturing for you to take it once he’s finished.

“Should be all good to use now.” He smiles brightly. Having to lean his neck down as he looks over your lost expression. With the corners of his lips dropping to a pronounced frown, he blares Jaehyun with a cold stare. “Don’t do that again okay? No future strong Alpha of our pack would behave in such a manner.”

Flitting you with a rushed look, he turns away. Meeting up with a few other pups who seemed closer to his age. Jaehyun grumbles at your side, crossing his arms over his chest. His small foot lifting to a stomp for added dramatics.

“Great, now he’s going to snitch on me to the Head Alpha. I wasn’t even doing anything bad!” Jaehyun cries out. Sucking on his bottom lip in thought. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Nodding quietly, you loop the yo-yo’s thread around your index finger. Having to tighten it from where Johnny had left it.

Jaehyun continues to follow you around, quite talkative for a pup. Too talkative in comparison to you. Directing you to walk in any direction that wouldn’t bring you any closer to the boy that had clearly left him shook up.

“Do you know him?” You wonder. Glancing to where Johnny spikes a volleyball high above a net setup. The opposition weakened by a powerful collision meeting his chest.

“Pft, of course!” Jaehyun gawks, fitting you with widened eyes. “That’s Head Alpha’s firstborn son! You can’t be serious right? He’s most likely to lead our pack some day.”

The yo-yo zips up with speed, caught in your grip tightly, mewling over Jaehyun’s explanation. Cheers to your left pull you to catch sight of the pup who had helped you. Hoisted up off his feet by a group of others who cheered from a victorious outcome of whatever game they had been playing.

Johnny was destined to be an Alpha.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise to hear the news that your best friend finally presented. If anything, you’re disappointed. You’d been too mean yesterday.. really for the last few weeks as if you could sense it coming.

“Since he’s presented, I’m sure we’ll be going next.” Jaehyun interrupts your inner turmoil, rubbing his chin. “Can feel my Alpha ready to break free any minute now.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, typically it’s somewhat of a domino effect. One Alpha presents and suddenly a slew of Omegas appear.. which triggers our Alphas.” He explains as if you’re clueless.

“Not that. I mean, I’m not going anywhere. Except to help in the kitchens along with the rest of the Betas.” You say surely, waving an arm out. “Maybe I’ll end up in the farms, wherever I get assigned to.”

Jaehyun laughs amused, eyebrows raised high. “Sweetie, you’re about as Omega as they come.”

Instead of letting the same comment you’ve heard most of your life get to you, you shrug it off and glance back toward the head Alphas cabin. “Will I get to see him again?”

Jaehyun hums. “Probably in a few weeks, you know.. when they start to separate us.”

Knowing you’d left things in a somewhat awkward place with your friend really dragged your heart through the mud, making your way back to the lake you’d been at just the day before full of regret that you’d been cutting him off and spending less time together. Perhaps deep down inside you knew the feelings you continued to stomp down into nothing consisted of a culmination of fear and anger. Anger because you don’t want to lose him, fear of what the future holds in store for you once you have inevitably presented. Fear that you will end up stuck with the Omegas until adulthood. Anger that you can’t seek Johnny to comfort your worries anymore.

Jaehyun was right, as everyone has always been about you. The domino effect took its toll on the pack, triggering heats and ruts alike until yours hit in the middle of the night and consumed you with the worst pain you’ve ever felt.

A pain of yearning and insatiable hunger, hunger that had one name written at the back of your tongue, attempting to swallow it down before your Omega could break free and shout his name out. Tears burned down your face as you fisted at your bedding and grinded your hips down, not even the strongest elixir of ancient herbs could quell your lust for the Alpha.

Johnny Johnny Johnny..

His name swirled through your mind, each memory and touch you ever shared, his hold on your waist and shoulders, the difference in size between you just this last year.

“Alpha..”

With 20 pack members presenting the council decided it’s time to move you onto your next step.

You pleaded and cried in your mother’s arms begging for her to do something to stop this, to let you stay with her somehow, someway. Realistically no amount of tears could stop the assimilation you all must face.

“It will be over before you know it my love.” She said sweetly, braiding your hair the night before you’re to move to the Omega quarters.

Won’t be over soon enough, you think, keeping your thoughts to yourself the more your eyes puff up. Sleep would be hard to come by tonight, knowing tomorrow changes everything. The days of being a young careless pup with lack of responsibility change now, cursed by your damn Omegan genetic chemistry. Because whether you accepted it or not, the chances of a Beta mating anything other than a Beta rarely ever led to the same sub-gender offspring. Even your mother always hinted and skirted around the idea of you presenting as an Omega, never an Alpha with your delicate soft nature, no matter how hard headed you may be.

“At least you will get to see your friends once more tomorrow.” She said as she tucked you in and kisses your forehead. “I’m sure they’re eager to congratulate you on presenting.”

Friends.

The only friend she’s ever even seen you with being the pack Alphas son. She knew very well how odd your relationship is, being that you don’t even come from one of the stronger lineages. Perhaps her prayers to the moon goddess to grant her daughter a prosperous future had been answered. Time would tell..

Sunlight entered your room right as your eyes were ready to fall shut after failed attempts of counting sheep to shut your mind off. Nothing could stop your incessant fear from escalating knowing what a new day would bring.

“We don’t want to be late, princess. It’s time.” Your father chirped happily from your bedroom door, gathering the bag you’d be taking with you later today.

No, of course you wouldn’t want to be late to the induction ceremony. Even with a stomach full of nerves as you made your way to the divided trails leading to sectioned off lands for Alphas and Omegas you tried to calm yourself, take deep breaths, fiddle with your hands until you had no choice but to ball them up in tight fists.

“My baby’s grown so much.” Your mother cuts the unbearable loud silence pounding in your head, smoothing loose tendrils away from your face. “You’ll surely make us proud in there, receive many merits and accolades from the elder Omegas.”

“I’ll do my best.” You say solemnly, leaning your cheek into her palm one last time. “I’ll miss you both so much.”

“Soon soon, angel. Everything will go by so fast, you’ll be back in no time.”

The ceremony to send you off lasted no longer than a few minutes after all goodbyes were said, staggering behind before making your way to catch up with the rest of the newly presented Omegas. You slowly turn to look over your shoulder, breath lodged in your throat when you find his gaze already on you.

“Johnny?” You mouth hopefully. He stands straight, stepping to the side of his group until you’re close enough to take in how much more he’s filled out in mere days. The once gangly long limbs now protrude with muscle, shoulders grown in width, and jawline sharpened with definition as baby fat disappears.

“Johnny.” You whisper, reaching a hand out for your best friend, now Alpha, to take a hold of. He visibly swallows, a tormented expression streaking across his face as he looks you over.

“I can’t.” He whispers back, blinking furiously. Tugging the straps of his bag on his shoulders tighter. “I can’t..”

He nods swiftly, turning his face away from you with a stiff twist of his neck to keep himself staring ahead. Pain scorches up your gut, burning the pathway leading to your heart as your hand falls limp by your hip and you sniffle back the onslaught of tears already rushing to the backs of your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He barely whispers before turning down the opposite path, leaving you with the last memory you’d hold onto for the next 5 years to come.

One last look caught yours before disappearing behind the fence meant to keep new Alpha and Omega apart.

Time. Only more time can make any difference now.

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“I can’t wait until we integrate with the rest of the pack.”

“I can.” You say quietly, keeping your head low to not draw the attention of the lead Omegas walking around observing how well you’ve all begun to take on your roles. “I don’t dream of being mated.”

“Ah, well.” Minnie, the bubbly Omega you’ve come to know in your last year by no choice of your own smiles softly, tilting her head dreamily. “I can’t wait to be with my first pup, and finally know my mate. It’s all I can think about.”

Of course it is, you want to say, lowly humming and continuing to brush out the furs dropped off today. They carried all types of scents from the elders, council members, even faint traces of betas. Alpha furs are only to remain within the village grounds, nowhere near unmated Omegas.

“You really have no desire to mate?” Minnie continues to pester you, smile turning mischievous. “I bet I can change your mind.”

She seems more than up to no good judging by the way her lips tweak to one side before bouncing up onto the balls of her feet, pointing this and that way while hurriedly explaining something to one of the elder Omegas.

“Fine fine Minnie, take that one with you and be back on time to help in the kitchen.” She motions your way, cutting off the younger Omega before she talks her ear off.

She skips on her way back to you, bundling up a few of the furs you’ve been cleaning. “Told her we need to deep clean these to get the smell out.”

“They don’t sme—“

“Shh!” She rushes, grabbing a hold of your arm to hoist you up and drag you away from the group of Omegas working hard to brush out knots and stains. “You have to be quiet about this okay? I’ll get into so much trouble if the word about this gets back to the council.”

“What are you going on about?!” You grit, failing to shake her arms off. Leaving you with no choice but to follow along as she leads you past the riverbank.

“I’m telling you, there’s something special a few of the Omegas showed me a while ago.” She says excitedly, teeth on full display as she peers over her shoulder to ensure no one’s nearby. “Over here, these fences behind the leaders cabin.”

“We’re not supposed to go this far..” you say hesitantly, digging your heels into the dirt path to slow her down.

“It’s not prohibited.. but they haven’t renovated these parts in decades..” she explains, using extra strength to make you turn down the short hill that covers most of the fence. “They really should too.”

“Why? Doesn’t it just lead to the village?”

“Well, no..” he trails off, biting down on her lip deviously. “You have to promise not to say anything, alright?”

Sighing, you shrug and wrap around her pinky, unsure of what could possibly be so secretive about this area. She nods, pressing a finger to her lips as you step up to the area covered by old tree branches. “Don’t be loud.”

Releasing your arm, she reaches to move a few branches aside and motions for you to come closer. There behind the mess of greenery are two holes on the old tall wooden fence. You stop for a moment to glance back at her, nodding with her lips pursed for you to look through.

Nothing could have prepared you for what actually resides on the other side of the fence. More water that you didn’t know existed, the rest of the river that’s been cut off by this man-made fence constructed decades ago when the pack struggled to keep Alphas and Omegas consistently equal in numbers. The council decided it best to separate freshly presented pups into individual camps until they experienced their first heat or rut. Segregating the two sub-genders to manage future matings with annual runs. Their plan had been successful after balancing the scale, allowing for their pack to grow healthy and plentiful.

It’s been years since you’ve last seen an Alpha.. until now.

“Is..” you stutter, blinking rapidly. “Is that..”

“The Alphas.” She whispers near your ear, lightly tapping a fingertip against the fence. “They swim and clean off at this stream after their hunts, seems to be only the ones that are soon on their way out of the camp..”

Alphas, playfully shooting water at each other, laughing and rough housing after a morning hunt. They have baskets full of fish lined up near their weapons on the path, a few of them deeper in the water scrubbing their arms and chest clean with cloths.

“Our future mates could be here right now.” She beams, pushing her cheek against yours to steal a look. “Oh Goddess, it’s him..”

“Who?”

“Head Alphas son..” she murmurs off, eyes going lazy as she rests against your head for you to both get a look

Head Alphas son? But that would be..

How could you have not immediately noticed him, trudging out from the shallow end of the stream glistening under the daylight sun, shaking off the water cascading from his broad frame the closer he reaches toward the end.

It’s him, it has to be him. 10 inches taller than you remember, hair longer and framed around his much sharper and pronounced bone structure. The baby fat on his cheeks long gone, body built up from years of hunting. The pressure of having to be the strongest and most reputable Alpha evident in his intimidating stance alone.

“Johnny.” The name passes from your lips without realizing, widening Minnie’s eyes as she turns to look at you.

“You know him?”

Know him? He was the last member of your pack that you had contact with before joining the rest of the newly presented Omegas. Even sharing goodbyes with your own family before him. You knew he’d be an Alpha eventually, but you’d never considered how painful it would be to lose your best friend to the otherside.

The reality always loomed though. The pack Alphas first born son could never present as a Beta, Goddess forbid as an Omega.

“No.” You reply, clearing your throat and tearing your gaze away. “We shouldn’t be here, it’s against pack law to be in contact with Alphas while unmated.”

“We aren’t contacting them, not really..” she smirks coyly, trapping your arm once more. “Just a little longer? They’ll be on their way eat soon.”

You shouldn’t, should stand your ground and put your foot down against this condemnable behavior.

But one more look can’t hurt much.

One more look just to be certain that it’s him, that it’s really your Johnny.

He’s changed so so much, nearly unrecognizable if you weren’t sure of his residency on the other side of this fence.

“He’s incredibly handsome, don’t you think?” Minnie disrupts the one on one conversation happening with yourself, looping an arm around your waist to bring you both closer to the holes. “Can you believe we’ll be in the same mating hunt as our next head Alpha?”

“What??” You practically shriek, covering your mouth and pulling away.

She looks at you half amused, in awe of your clueless nature. “It’s been five years silly, the elders have been discussing lowering our time inside these lands to ensure a strong Winter. The moon goddess predicts we will need many healthy pups due to the severity of climate change that’s recently taken place.”

“How do you know all of this?!”

She sighs, wagging a finger in your face. “You never pay attention during the morning lecture. They say we could be out of here as soon as the next red moon! That’s only a few weeks from now.”

A few WEEKS?!

“Judging by the look of these Alphas..” she hums flirtatiously, turning back to peep through the fence and suck a long breath in. “They’re certainly ready to hunt, and I’m ready to be chased.”

“The mating hunt, is it guaranteed that all who participate will be mated?” You ask full of worry, dragging fingers through your hair.

“Of course, that’s the point of all this!” She says, clicking her tongue. “If I didn’t know any better I’d swear you were born yesterday.”

Stealing one more look, she sighs and bites her lip excitedly. “I’m so ready to be out of here.” Turning back to you she grabs your arm. “Let's get back before the elders catch on to us missing. Besides, we’ll be with our Alphas in no time.”

In no time. Too soon.

And as if to mock your worry the days tick by faster and faster, now very alert during your usual extra nap time in the morning. You listen to every word, biting at your nails by the third week as the elders rejoice that the forecast had been correct and the blood red moon will indeed rise in the next few days.

“Soon you will birth strong and powerful members to contribute to the pack.” They preached and flounced about full of excite. “Tomorrow we will introduce you back to the pack to prepare for the hunt. Not a hair or patch of dry skin shall appear on you! You must impress your potential Alpha suitors to desire and want to chase you.”

More thrilled than you could ever be about this, they began to distribute scent blockers around the hall. Instructing you all begin using them tonight to ensure no Alpha can trail you off scent. It has to be instinct and intuition to find your true mate.

Once you have presented, every pack Omega is expected to participate in the annual mating ceremony. Ensuring the packs healthy growth to avoid a desolate village.

Your biggest dread of presenting as an Omega subsided as you met your predator's gaze. Stalking around you with snapping teeth and no escape.

There was no way to predict the Alpha determined to mate you would end up being your best friend.

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“I can’t do this.” You whisper, sneaking a watery look at your mother. The reunion with your parents had been too fast, not enough time to plead your case and beg for them to find you another option. She smiles stiffly at you, securing the braids she put your hair in with ribbons.

“Sweety..” she says between clenched teeth, blinking furiously. “Do not embarrass us. It’s an honor that you’ve been summoned to participate in the mating hunt.”

An honor? Giving up your freedom and shred of independence you can barely cling onto for an Alpha? An Alpha that will breed and claim you like nothing more than a whore?

“What’s honorable about this, mother?”

She sighs, painting your cheeks with thin stripes of oil to illuminate your skin and make you more desirable for your possible mate. “I only wish I’d been given the chance you have to strengthen the pack. Omegas are the backbone of our livelihood, without you we’d go extinct faster than animals.”

Popping her mouth for you to mimic she applies a smudge of red tint to your lips, standing proudly after to take in your full appearance. “Without a scent to trail, the Alphas will really have to focus on using their other senses.. and you look ethereal. Always knew you’d grow up to be one of the prettiest in our pack, even if I worried about all those scars you’d come home with all the time.”

“What if I refuse?” You ask wearily, glancing around at the other Omegas being prepped for the hunt.

“You’ll be exiled.” Your mom says sternly, tight lipped as she grips your shoulders to look at her. “Think about your father and I, please. We barely got you back.”

A mixture of guilt and rancid vomit combines in your stomach the longer you stand around and wait for the Alphas to show up. The elders have been greeting each other, smugly smiling as if they’ve accomplished something by forcing young Omegas to hand over their lives and become breeding machines. They gather around and announce the next generation of Alphas to lead the pack. You can’t see their entrance from where you stay hidden with the rest of the Omegas participating, not allowed to see any of your potential mates. Only able to swallow down the throw up that rises up your throat as cheers and roars pound through the earth beneath your feet. Alphas praised for merely existing, for being the breadwinners of the pack that ensure longevity and protection.

Omegas are the real backbone, as your mother said, whether she meant it or simply wanted to shut you up and finish dolling you for essentially a stranger to ship off with.

“This is so thrilling.” Minnie pops up next to you, her lips a deep cherry, cheeks stung with the residue to make her skin glow. She looks radiant, lovely as ever, so ready to show off a bite on her beautiful long neck. “I want to be caught already.”

Nothing could compel you to agree, silently nodding to resist the incessant urge to gag. Judging by the giggles and squeals surrounding you, no one seems to share your sentiment. Why would they after years of being brainwashed to want this.

She takes your hand, squeezing and bouncing on the balls of her feet. “May the moon goddess bring you the best Alpha.”

“You too, Min..”

A whistle blows signaling you to line up and ready yourselves to run, everyone scrambles around excitedly, leaving you at the forefront as the elders explain the ‘rules’ again.

“You are not to ever remove your scent blockers, you are to hide once the Alphas begin their hunt. You are forbidden to leave the pack lands, and if you are not claimed you shall immediately report back to the Omega sector until the next red moon. Claimed Omegas are to come back with their Alpha mated. Only once paired off may you re-enter the pack.”

It’s due or die, whether or not you avoid an Alphas claim you’ll never be free from this restrictive life..

The second the horn sets off you run, feet pounding to the earth without a second thought. Heavy breathing and laughter fades away behind you, distancing yourself further and further away from where most of the Omegas will choose to hide, you imagine. The same trees you used to wander through catch your attention out ahead, furiously quickening your pace at the sound of another horn signaling that the Alphas are on the move.

The same forest you spent days hiding inside of is just right outside of your lands, against the rules, but you need to wait it out long enough. Once enough time has passed and the Alphas make their claims you can move back to your packs territory. No one has to know.

Not even the splinters clawing through the skin of your palms can slow you down, hoisting yourself up the largest tree you can find until you manage to get up high and let out a sigh of relief. The pounding in your heart refuses to settle even so, hissing as you wipe your hands off on your tunic and try to adjust your weight onto a thick branch. Even at this proximity you can hear howls and cries, sounds of pleasure ripping through the tears as Omegas go down, claimed and gnawed at by rabid Alphas.

Time goes by slowly as you sit still and listen, sucking at your wounded hands to ease the sting left behind. It’s nothing compared to the mix of pain swarming between moans. Deep guttural Alpha wails break through the dusk, shifting and breaking bones as they take their conquests and solidify their claim with a knot.

Only a few more hours until it dies down, you hope.. peering up at the clouds that dance around the red moon. Orange light sprays across the ground, illuminating clear paths for predator eyes to seek their prey. They’d never be able to find you up here, unless..

A loud huff snaps your neck toward the entrance of the forest, cracking tree branches and kicking rocks as the sound grows near.

Large, terrifyingly large, medium brown soft with light hints of gold, and eyes you’d recognize even if you suffered from amnesia. Those sharp sleek eyes that you’d never be able to forget no matter how much you try. Why would he come out here? Why did he have to come out here.

There’s only one reason. Snarling and puffing large breaths of air as he slowly paws through and approaches the largest tree, listening attentively for any movement. Sitting back on his hind legs, his gaze lands on you without sparing a second, squinting past the leaves you’ve shrouded yourself with. He barks, baring his teeth as trickles of saliva drip down his jowls.

Get down from there.

“Go away!” You hiss, grabbing onto a tree branch firmly as he nears and clambers up, scratching his claws along the trunk.

It’s been years and you still insist on giving me the biggest headache.

“I said go away Johnny!”

Get down. Immediately. Don’t make me climb up there.

“I’m not coming down! Now get away before another Alpha follows your trail and figures out that I’m hiding out here.” You grunt, fearfully looking out as another large wolf approaches.

You need to come down. Right now.

“You’re leading him right to me.” You whine, moving up another branch to hide yourself from the Alpha passing between the trees.

Johnny’s teeth snap, biting at the air as an Alpha with dark fur growls at him, leaping up on his hind legs he stands tall above him, shouting at the new presence to get lost.

This one's mine.

The dark furred Alpha hesitates for a bit, egging the lighter to get his nose in his face, snout digging into the others until he whimpers and backs away, slowly making his exit from the woods.

An enormous sense of relief lightens the tension weighing down your shoulders, leaning back on the tree until a sudden huge ruckus shoots you to sit up urgently.

The Alpha down below backs up and rams into the trunk repeatedly, growling and smashing his dome forward until you’re shouting.

“Johnny! Stop! Stop!”

GET DOWN. RIGHT NOW!

His Alpha sounds vicious, ripping through your mind, causing your Omega to cower and frightfully shiver. Biting down on your lip to contain a whimper, you nod and gingerly set your foot down to make your way down the tree.

“Please, don’t tell head Alpha about this.. he’ll have me condemned..” you plead, keeping your gaze to the floor to not have to look your old friend in the eye. Shame, embarrassment and fear runs rampant throughout your system, lighting goosebumps up your flesh.

No one is touching my mate.

“What?!” You nearly lunge back, falling down onto your ass as you crawl away without taking your eyes off of him. “Johnny! It’s me! You’re mistaken—“

Quiet. Omega.

Slowly trudging closer to you, he stops to sit. Stance big and strong towering above you.

Present.

“Johnny, I can’t do tha—“

The growl he lets out cracks a whimper from your throat, rustling the leaves throughout each surrounding tree, echoing loud enough for even birds to flock away out of fear.

“You don’t want this, not with me, remember me?” It seems futile to attempt conversation with an Alpha in wolf form, feeling defenseless and defeated as your back knocks against a rock and the Alpha leaves you with nowhere to run.

Present for your Alpha. I won’t ask again.

“I-I can’t, don’t ask that of me.” Bile rises up your chest, digging your fingers through clumps of dirt as the large wolf nuzzles your face and takes a deep inhale. “This is a mistake, has to be a mistake..”

Lights blind your vision, collapsing on the ground when his scent slams into you. A husk leather oud infiltrates your senses, strong and rich, immediately swirling between each crevice until your chest caves. The Alphas scent is the strongest you’ve ever felt, dominant, enrapturing, near drug-inducing. The scent of a powerful Alpha, more powerful than you’ve ever experienced. Too much for your secluded body and mind to handle atop of the raging fear beating from your chest.

The Alpha nudges your limp figure a few times, softly huffing and licking up your cheek. There’s no point in waiting it out, already gone for hours since the hunt began, he shifts back and hoists your lifeless body onto his arms, carrying you out of the woods with ease. The walk back to your lands can take about another hour, knowing his father will undoubtedly be waiting for his return with a proud smile as his son triumphantly strides back through with his future head Omega intact.

Exactly as he imagined it, his father stands tall and full of pride, the smile on his lips slowly sinking as he sees no sign of a mating mark. Confusion flows between the two Alphas as he comes to a stop and adjusts your limp weight in his arms.

“What is this son? Have you not mated?” He asks sternly, leaning in closer to inspect your naked throat.

“The Omega, she fainted before I could consummate..”

“Ah, I see. Drop her off at the infirmary and continue on your way back out. Many Alphas have already returned with their claimed mates. You need to be swift and hurry now.”

“This is my mate, father.” Johnny states loud and clear, cradling you closer to his chest. “She is the one my wolf has chosen.”

Clarity evades the head alphas features, scowling as he steps forward to whisper. “You dare to bring disgrace upon my name with this unmated weak Omega? What have I taught you?”

“No father, I do not wish to bring shame upon our lineage.”

The head Alpha snaps his fingers, ushering his main henchmen to cover up their surroundings. “Get the Omega back to your cabin. Do not bring her back without your markings.” He orders, rushing two of the elders to cut around the village to his son’s cabin. “I will not have you humiliate my name with your choice.”

Johnny nods without protest, following along with the elders that obscure your bodies behind veiled cloaks. At least in his cabin he can help you get proper rest and keep an eye on you.

“Get her inside.” One of the elders says in a hushed voice, covering the entrance to his cabin. “Listen to me my boy, if that Omega exits your sights without a mark, I don’t want to jump to conclusions of what your father may pull, but it won’t be pleasant.”

He nods assuredly, thanking the older Alpha for helping him before leading you to his furs to lay upon. At least this way you can become accustomed to his scent, enough to keep you stable even if it overwhelms you. He should have anticipated that you’d be difficult to deal with even now after all of this time apart. You’ve grown a lot, as has he, but clearly your disdain towards Alphas hasn’t changed much.

He wonders for a moment if he should have just walked away when Jaehyun showed up with intent to mate you. The thought alone makes his Alpha scream at the top of its lungs, clenching his fist and shaking his head to calm the rage building inside of him.

Anyone else mating you has never been an option, because Johnny always knew it had to be him. He always knew that it had to be you.

‘That sweaters a bit tight for you, don’t you think?’ His friend jeered, poking at the faded cotton material stretched over his much larger body.

Johnny ignored him, waving Jaehyun off before heading to the river to wash off, making a stop by the bathrooms nearby first. He’s kept your oversized sweater stuffed at the very bottom of his bag as he marched into the newly presented Alpha sector of your packs lands, heart beating from his chest as he stole one last look back and found your gaze peering over your shoulder practically begging to be saved.

He’d dreamt about it for years, what your scent would smell of, how you’d grow to be the most beautiful Omega, strong and regal by his side. Perfect to lead a pack by him in time.

In time you will see, even if you don’t have much left to spare.

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Air thick as molasses glides down your tongue, struggling to swallow as you sit up and break out into a fit of coughs. Everything’s too warm, incinerating you from inside out with each breath you take in. Grasping around yourself you find a wall behind you, choking on your next breath right as the Alpha enters and rushes over to you.

“Here, drink this.” He sits down fast, raising a cup of cooled tea to your lips, tipping it for you to drink from. The sensation of calming herbs flows through your chest, filling your senses from nose to taste, opening up your air passages to breath with ease. “Drink all of it.”

“What is that??” You cough, wiping at your lips and pushing the mug away.

“You fainted, healer Ryu said it can happen when Omegas aren’t accustomed to the scent of Alpha..” tilting his head to the side, he taps at a scent blocker stuck to his neck. “This should help, you’re in my cabin thought, my scent is pretty much everywhere..”

“What am I doing here?” You try to say clearly, choking on the spit lining your throat that's thickened up. “W-why did you bring me here?”

Johnny’s gaze darkens, dragging down your even toned neck, the expanse of your smooth delicate shoulders and your bare arms. “Because.” He stiffens, glaring at your throat. “I want you to be awake when I mate you.”

“Mate me?!?” Shooting up straight, you clutch the furs on top of your body tightly, half questioning if he undressed you to get you under here in the first place..

Sitting up, he nods and reaches to move your hair back causing you to flinch as his knuckles drag down your cheek. “Do you not remember me?”

He seems hesitant to ask, lips tugged down at the sides, grazing past your scent gland still masked by blockers.

“Of course I remember you!” Glowering, you grab his wrist and dig your fingernails in. “Now answer me! What am I doing here?!”

The sensation of your stubby nails clawing at his flesh has no effect, shrugging you away as he comes to stand and paces in front of the bed you sit on. “Did you hit your pretty little head falling down from one of those trees while trying to hide?” He asks in a snarky manner, placing hands on his hips to widen his size. “How many times are you expecting me to repeat myself?”

“You know I never fall.”

Johnny rights himself, standing tall above you. “And I know where you’d go to hide from a gang of Alphas seeking their prey.”

“You cheated.”

“I found you fairly, just in time too. Jaehyun was trailing my ass knowing I’d be looking for you. You’re lucky he knows better than to go up against me.”

Jaehyun. The other Alpha that Johnny had scared away.

“It’s not fair.. you left our territory—“

“And you should be grateful that I did.” He lunges toward you, slamming his fists down on the bed. “If anyone else had found you breaking the rules like that I’d never be able to save your ass.”

“I don’t need to be saved, especially not thanks to an Alpha.” You spit, cowering back against a wall.

“Watch your tongue little one. We aren’t pups anymore.”

Hard knocks shake through the cabin, pursuing your lips together to stop an insult from dicing its way through the Alphas flesh. Moving away, he peers back over his shoulder, motioning your way. “Don’t move, Omega.”

He disappears behind the door shutting, springing to your feet to scamper your way over when you hear deep voices murmur through.

“Have you done it?” You can recognize head Alphas domineering tone, judging from the way Johnny replies alone. He sounds immature, young and still innocent but still respectful.

“Not yet father.” He’s quiet, probably keeping his head down, too much shame to look his dad in the eye.

“I never expected this from you son.” Head Alpha sounds disappointed, drawing out a long sigh. “All of this over some Omega.”

“She’s more than that.”

“I do not care.” Shutting down his son quickly, head Alpha takes heavy steps, most likely pushing his chest out to instill intimidation.

“If you do not mate her by the end of today, I have no choice son. I will not allow your obsession with this inadequate Omega to tarnish the reputation I have helped you build. No one wants to follow orders from an Alpha that cannot even control his Omega. You will do what I see fit or I shall summon the council to order a public mating.” Head Alpha spits each word out like shards of glass, gashing through even your flesh from where you listen through the door. The thought of Johnny on the other side trying to keep up a strong facade pings through your chest, willing it away with your arms tightening around yourself.

He must be stoic, emotionless to his father’s rage, because he doesn’t reply, nothing but the sound of footsteps follow for the next few minutes.

Stepping back inside abruptly, he catches you off guard, leaping away from the door and rushing to hide your tear-filled eyes. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t stay in place.”

“You know me.” You mutter sarcastically, lips tugging down at the sides. “Public mating?”

Johnny sighs, starting to pace and run his hands through his long locks. “I assume you heard everything.”

“What was head Alpha talking about? Is he going to have me exiled?”

He scoffs, glaring at you from the corner of his eye. “As if I’d ever allow that.”

“You’d have to, you can’t go against your father.”

“I can’t?” Lifting a defined eyebrow at you, he steps forward to get in your face, neck craning lower. “What do you not understand? You are my mate. I would go against anyone for you, even my own damn blood.”

“I don’t understand, okay?!” You shout, frustrated, taking a step back nervously.

“I’ve always known.” Johnny cuts you off, following you with long strides until your back meets a wall. “You have too.”

“No.. Johnny..”

“Alpha.”

“No!” Lifting your hands, you press flat against his chest to put distance between your bodies. Useless as he doesn’t so much as budge, reaching for your waist as he bends in closer until his lips hover an inch away from yours.

“This stubborn act was endearing when we were kids, you know.” He laments, laughing under his breath. “It was cute and I may do whatever it takes to make you mine, but you will respect me as your mate.”

His tone lowers, near a rumble that has your Omega howling in pain, every signal warning for you to behave. “You’re not my mate.”

He snaps fast, growling deep in his chest, palms slamming down on the wall behind your head. “Do not disobey me.”

The Alphas voice cuts deep, rolling tremors down your limbs until your knees give and buckle, dropping your face between his chest as a pathetic whimper springs from your lips. You crumble at the fury, the Omega inside of you curling up into a ball in shame. How could you anger our mate enough to make him use his Alpha voice? It’s your fault, unleashing an onslaught of pain throughout your body the more you cower against him.

An exhausted sigh blows across the side of your face, standing up straight with arms wrapped around your waist he holds you close, nose dropping to your hair to take in a long inhale. “I shouldn’t have. I don’t know what overcame me just now..”

“I hate you.” You cry between chattering teeth, weakly hitting his chest. “How could you do that to me?”

“No you don’t.” Johnny’s eyes fall shut, dragging his nose against your crown. “I need you to listen to me. I’m sorry. I’m frustrated and stressed over what my father said..”

Sniffling, you ease against him, looping an arm around his waist to regain your balance, and maybe comfort the emotionally wounded Omega whimpering inside of you to fix this. “Public mating?”

“Yes..” he hesitates for a minute, rubbing a soothing large hand up and down your back before pulling away to cup your face.”If the council agrees, I will be summoned to claim you before the pack Alphas..”

“What??”

Pursing his lips, he looks away, forehead wrinkling. “As their next head Alpha, I cannot risk dishonoring tradition..”

“What’s traditional about this?!” You speak up, pushing away again only to be kept in place by strong built arms.

“It’s not up to me anymore.”

“Then let me leave!” Hissing, you strike a balled up fist against his chest, lip trembling to contain your tears. “Johnny, please!”

“I can’t.” He says firmly, taking a hold of your shoulders to keep you still against the wall. “Tomorrow I will mate you, and if you try to run, I will never stop chasing after you.”

Silence falls between the two of you as he keeps you stuck in place with a look full of hunger. Eyes dancing between desire and passion. It’s enough to bite your tongue and hold back the whiplash of words your mind fights against your heart to shout at him.

“There’s no other way?” You ask brokenly, throat exhausted as if your Omega used your vocal chords to scream her murderous tears.

Shaking his head slowly, he leans in and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. “There is no other way.”

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There is no other way.

Because this is the only way to prove to the pack that you belong to Johnny. That the Alpha has truly thoroughly fucked and claimed you, that no one will ever question his position to lead this pack.

The council wastes no time on discourse, immediately proclaiming that a mating ritual shall take place today, and that the Omega set to be the next head by pack Alphas side will have a mark on her neck by the end of this day.

“Here I thought the hunt would be the highest honor, you’re lucky the council has been lenient enough to allow this.” Your mother’s fixing up your face once again, unable to remove the giant dumb smile from her face as she moves to brush your hair. “Ah, the moon goddess truly heard my wishes. Head Alphas son of all Alphas! What a blessing.”

Every single member of the pack seemed to question how and why you were chosen. Walking through the village to your parents cabin drew more attention to you than you’d ever experienced. Whispers floated through the air, backing the rumors that you couldn’t even handle the next head Alpha, that you’d passed out before he’d even had the chance to mate you.

‘Doesn’t make any sense why he’d even bother with her after that.’

‘Heard one of the Alphas over breakfast mention that they were close as pups. Head Alphas son probably imprinted on her years ago, none of us ever stood a chance against that type of bond.’

‘Seems unfair if you ask me, she’s not even grateful.’

They spoke so foul of you without knowing anything about you. To even dare question the innocent relationship you once had with Johnny. The friendship that you cherished and would sell your soul to have back. Everything’s different now, he’s different.

“I’m already dreaming of the pups you’ll have.” Your mother sighs happily, fluffing your hair to frame your face. “Johnny’s so handsome and strong, with his genes you will birth only strong pups.”

Pups.

Birth.

With Johnny.

Fear heightens in your stomach similar to a ticking time bomb, sensing your imminent doom as the elders come to escort you to the Alphas sector where the ritual will take place. They wear pleased smiles, cheerful as they drag you along and bring you to what can only come straight out of nightmares.

Alphas stagger around, eyeing you curiously as you’re brought to stand in the middle where a large lifted platform covered with cushions and furs has been set up. It’s worse than the hunt, multiple predatory eyes burn into your skin, gathering closer to get a good look at the flimsy garment doing a poor job of hiding your ample curves. Growls and grunts fly around you, trapping you with nowhere to go as they circle around and barricade you, shortening your breath the more imprisoned you begin to feel.

“J-Johnny?” You ask hesitantly, gaze stuck to your feet, too anxious at the thought of meeting eyes with any of the unknown Alphas around.

“I’m here.” A soft tone ripples up your spine, standing straight and pulling your shoulders back as he takes a hold of your elbow and turns you to face him. “Look at me.”

Slowly lifting your head up you see him, warm eyes and a soft smile intended to comfort you. He stands before you, moving in closer to wrap around your waist. “You’re nervous.”

Sniffling, you nod, embarrassed that every Alpha in the pack you’re meant to lead side by side with the one currently holding you tight will see you defiled for the very first time in mere minutes. “It’s just you and me right now, got that? Don’t even think about anything else. No one else exists, only us.”

As much as you wish to believe that to be true, your ears can’t tune out the whistles and jeers coming from every side, biting on your lip and shaking your head, you reach for the Alphas shoulders to hide your face in his chest. “Can’t.. they’re everywhere.”

“I said look at me Omega.” He speaks more sternly, not moving to force you, but waiting for your head to raise and return to his still lovingly warm gaze. “You will not take your eyes off of me, do you hear me? You’re mine, you are only to look at me.”

Without using his Alpha voice he still manages to make your chest tighten, stomach churning anxiously as you nod slowly and he bends closer until your foreheads are pressed together. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

A part of you wants to scream, consider running only to be tackled down by a militia of powerful Alphas, but the other part of you swoons, reminded of the days you craved nothing more than to be by Johnny’s side and ripped your own heart to pieces once you realized the inevitable fate you’d been dealt.

“…for how long, Alpha?” You ask, barely above a whisper, fluttering his eyes in surprise.

“Forever.” He whispers, nose brushing against yours. “I’d wait an eternity for you.”

“You’ll take care of me Alpha?” You question cautiously, lips barely grazing his plump pout. “Make me yours to protect?”

“Always have.” Johnny states, licking your upper lip with closed eyes. He blinks slowly, reaching to cup your cheeks and dip his mouth to yours. “And I always will.”

It may not be ideal nor how you ever allowed yourself to imagine, but as the Alphas lips meld to yours, the tension weighing on your back dissipates. Easing into his dominant touch, you fall into the kiss easily. Every worry and silent wishful hope lets out a sigh of relief throughout your body, dragging your arms up higher to cling around his neck and deepen the kiss.

This time your lips planted together unlocks what you never knew you needed. The Omega inside of you quells instantaneously, rolling around with what can only he a giant smile now that your Alpha finally seems satisfied. The two of you rejoice, drawing him in deeper to grant your tongue access inside the delicious cavern of his mouth. If only a kiss can ignite this much in you, you can only shake as you imagine what more your conjoined bodies can release.

“I’ve got you baby.” Johnny says softly against your lips, for your ears only. “No one else exists.” He repeats, calming the tremble rolling up and down your spine with tender pets. “Your first time?”

You nod, skin flushed with goosebumps as your nerves skyrocket and missile launch to the sky erupting each and every worry you’ve ever had. The Alphas never had to be concerned with any inexperience. Always taken care of with various concubines in preparation for the day they’d have to race for a mate. Johnny knew exactly what to do with you, how to use your body and pleasure himself, only heightening your anxiety.

“You trust me don’t you?” He continues to whisper, brushing against your now swollen lips. “Trust that your Alpha will make you feel good, you’ll always reach your pleasure first with me.”

“Can I trust you Alpha?” You ask for further affirmation, sliding your hands beneath the leather furs draped over his shoulders.

“Have I ever lied to you?”

Without answering, you push the furs off, eyes going wide at the sight of ink carved onto his skin. Immediately you reach to run the tips of your fingers across the raised flesh, poked through with sterilized needles and squid ink, half scarred from the forced injury to create the permanent markings. “Is that?”

“You.”

It’s as if you’ve woken up in Johnny’s cabin once more, short of breath as you trace over the lithe wolf prowling along a tree branch between leaves. Large golden flecks stare back at you, running your touch over the leaves as the Omega tattooed on his skin almost watches your movements. “Me?”

“My Omega.”

Grasping your wrist he drags your hand higher to the path of flowers blooming open on his shoulder. “My Omega made of honeysuckle and snow coated grass. As sweet as Autumn and fierce as Winter.”

“Johnny..”

Nights of clenching your eyes shut, pretending to ignore the Alphas eyes appearing in your dreams, shove aside the warmth you sought out from the memory of his touch. Every night and day kept apart had taken more of a toll on both of you than either could have realized, desperate to be close as you sink into his chest and wrap around him with a tight hug. “Alpha.”

“I know.” The gentle tone he keeps with you could erase any fear, comforted by the scent that had been suffocating you. Taking deep long inhales you finally let him in, head hazy as the Alphas scent combines with yours. “Never take your eyes off of me Omega.”

He means it, tempted to use his Alpha voice to manipulate you to follow his orders. It’s hard enough to tune out the whispers and groans that surround you from the crowd gathered around as he begins to strip your flimsy tunic away and slowly takes in every inch of your exposed skin, quietly cursing under his breath. “Beautiful, you’re so beautiful.”

Every touch is soft, voice hushed for only your ears to pick up on, gaze lit up full of love that you can feel each time your eyes meet. Nerves prickle under the drag of his finger, softly gliding down your stomach to the tops of your thighs to part you open, swallowing down a loud deep breath. Embarrassment twitches your knees, wanting to slam them shut as the Alphas lowers to get a close up look and curls his biceps around your thighs. “The most perfect Omega, aren’t you pretty?”

Slick gushes between your folds, shaking from the tips of your fingers to your toes as your peer down between your thighs. Johnny’s eyes shoot up, lowering his thick lips to your center. The invitation of your warm glistening cunt is enough to have him groaning, unintentionally teasing the hood of flesh hiding your clit. Pouty pressed together lips flatten and kiss the bundle of nerves, lighting triggers up your calves and thighs for more slick to drip out onto the Alphas chin grazing across your awaiting entrance.

Given any other circumstance, including the one you could have ended up in, he would have had you present on all fours and fucked you like a proper Omega slut. Alpha urges roar for him to hurry it up, enough to worship your cunt. Ignoring his wolf's demands, he moves lower to kiss at your entrance, slurping up the sweet sticky syrupy slick for the direct source. Burying his nose in to snort your aroused scent this up close. He mouths sloppily at your hole, not even to get you off yet, but to finally have a taste of his dreams. A taste of what he could only imagine for years.

Nothing would ever be able to compare or come close to the heavenly taste of you.

“My Omega, so sweet. Taste so fucking sweet, pretty pretty girl.” His chins doused with your gleaming arousal when he decides to finally come up from air at the sound of your moans turning into impatient whines. Jerking against his mouth desperately, needing something inside. He can feel it, the frustration coming from both of your wolves, attacking you from inside out to mate mate mate.

The Alphas breath fans across your now sweaty neck, body heat rising at accelerated speed the more he teasingly tortured you. Licking up your scent gland, he drags a way to your ear, biting on the lobe softly. “My innocent Omega wants Alphas cock so badly? Rutting against me like some horny pup.”

And it’s true, without thought your thighs wrap around one of his long muscular legs, jamming your bare core up and down the flexed limb. Hair grazes your slick cunt, making a mess of wet down the Alphas thighs as your hips speed up chasing after a relief only he can fulfill.

“Alpha, I need to.. be closer.” Every and each bone in your body rattles, craving and needing to feel him inside of you. Johnny tenses, eyebrows wrinkling together as he grabs onto your hips and forces you to stop.

“You’re gonna give me a hard time with that pretty ass and pussy, aren’t you?” He says through gritted teeth, eyes fluttering shut. “I’ll fuck you, fuck you full of my pups. Keep you satisfied until all you know is how to take your Alphas cock. Is that what you want?”

Thick palms slide beneath your back, gliding lower to cup and squeeze your ass, encouraging your hips to push down on his thigh again and plead for more. Vigorous grinds of your hips force him to lodge his knees down, shifting the furs laid out beneath you. He grunts, rasping out breaths shakily. “Fuck baby, get it nice and wet for me. Keep doing it just like that.”

As if to warn you, he grips your ass roughly, jamming his hardened clothed length against your hip for you to really feel what you’re about to take. A heavy hot thick rod ruts from your lower belly to your hip, a thin garment separating your lower halves, bowing your spine up pathetically. “Alpha—that, please, please, g-give me!”

A round of groans sound around you, quickly reminding you of where you are, but not long enough before Johnny sits up between your thighs, bringing your hands to his hips.

“This what you want?” He asks damn near mockingly. Licking at his lips akin to a thirsty rabid wolf.

“Alpha—want, want it!”

Hisses, growls, harsh ragged breaths turn louder the more you whine, resisting your Omegas curious urge to glance around. Johnny cups your chin to keep you focused, sleek eyes melting your gaze. “What do you want? Say it clear for your Alpha.”

The size of him above you makes you feel so small, curling into yourself as he positions close between your thighs to jam his clothed size against your drenched cunt. Johnny trembles at the contact, having to sneak a look down as you soak through his light fabric cover up and the shape of his cockhead fully pokes through, pressing the tip to your swollen clit. “Want this?” He mutters, curling the fabric around his cock to slap down heavily between your thighs.

Jerking up in response you let out a howling scream, arms shooting out to grab his biceps. “Please please!”

“Say it!” He growls ferociously, slapping the heavy meat down with audible loud wet claps of skin hitting skin. The contact rushes blood down, chubbing your pussy up in preparation to squeeze the life out of your Alphas dick.

“Want your cock Alpha! Wan-want you to breed me, pup me!”

If only you had anything else on your mind other than the Alpha burying inside of you, you’d hear the uproar of feral cries set off around you. Each Alpha willing to sell their soul to be in Johnny’s position right now. They watch on drooling, snarling, rubbing themselves over their garments as your Alpha sits up proudly and strips his lower half free of the fabric. His thick cock bounces up, slapping loudly against the flat planes of his ripped stomach. The visual of Johnny’s chest rising and falling rapidly has slick pouring out of you obscenely, toes curling as you take in the full mass of him. Clenching up as small as you can as you envision what can only be compared to your forearm in size penetrating you.

“Alpha, s’too big..” you say wantonly, still wanting to feel him split you open. Still needy for your Alphas cock to break through your cervix and fatten your belly full of cum.

“I know, baby.” Laying down on you without resting his weight, his cock pressed against your stomach. The tip slotted a few inches above your navel as a preview of how deep he’ll be inside of you soon. Maneuvering his fingers between your thighs, he nips at your jaw, murmuring praises about how wet you are.

“It’s so loud, so warm.” Johnny sighs, sucking on your earlobe. “So slippery between my fingers.”

Tapping at your entrance, he nudges your thighs open further, gliding two fingers in past the ring of muscle that feels as if you’re trying to bite them right off of his hand. Cursing again, he sucks in a ragged breath, licking swirls along your ear. Thumb making way to your clit to loosen up the clamp your cunt has around his fingers. A few meticulous rubs and flicks combined with his hot mouth have you relaxing, shoulders laying flat as he begins to scissors inside of you.

“Feel that Omega? Your pretty tiny fucking pussy.” He grits, fingers beginning to jam in and out of you at heightened speed. “Feel so tight and warm around me, gripping me so good baby.”

Johnny’s nasty words make your mind spin, head thrown back watching the sky above you turn upside down. The sound of your gushing slick louder than anything, muting all but the guttural groans coming from your Alpha. Pleasure scorches throughout your body, reaching for his wrist with a trembling saliva covered bottom lip and watery eyes. “Please, enough. Alpha, I need it, need you.”

He hears you loud and clear, tongue toying with his lip for a moment before drawing free from your cunt. As much as he wants to make this easy for you, there’s no way. Both of you too insatiable and driven by your hunger to be one. To feel conjoined, even if you know it will hurt.

Slowly stroking his cock, he watches your pussy in a trance-like state. Stomach muscle twitching, taking sharp breaths as he rubs a smear of pre-cum around the tip. Dipping his fingers between your sensitive pussy lips again because he can’t help himself, too enthralled by the gush of slick that bubbles out messy and loud. It’s all for him, slowly collecting the wad of slick to coat his cock with like some type of silent apology for what he’s about to do to you.

The twitch your tiny little hole gives in response only makes him groan, setting the head right against your slit to admire the difference in size for a minute.

“Perfect.” Johnny whispers, rubbing his thumb down your clit to the outer rim of your cunt pulsing against his length. He can’t stop his hips from jerking, slowly thrusting to watch your muscle stretch, fighting back the much too large intrusion trying to invade and make a home for himself. The fat tip of his size throbs, pushing it in until he feels your hole snap around him, hissing and biting his lip. “Babies first time, just for me..”

It’s dizzying for him, almost too dizzying to hear your rushed intakes of air, to see your eyes clenched shut, fists balled up on your chest, and your teeth grinding to not scream. Johnny reaches for your forearms, pushing them down for leverage. Slowly he plunges in more, managing to get a few more inches in before pausing to take deep breaths. “You okay baby?”

Nodding furiously, you curse at him to continue. Distracting yourself from the pain by focusing on your breathing. You have to be good, prove yourself worthy, not only for your Alpha, but for the pack of onlookers. Determined to take him, you let out a moan and force your hips up into a swivel, further sliding his length inside.

A slew of curses spring from his lips in shock, reveling in the pressure and tightness enveloping half of his length. “Want it so badly, don’t you.” He says more to himself, moving to grab your hips and hold them down. “But you’ll do as I say.”

He pulls out, a lewd loud pop resounding as Johnny lifts his hips back enough to rub his length up and down. The fat tip of his size purposely nudging and bumping your swollen clit. Each drag against your sensitive pussy further ruining you, sobbing out loud without a care. The hold on your hips keeps you from moving, letting out a desperate shout as Johnny lays his palm flat on your stomach, taking his cock in hand to slap down on against your clit.

“Alpha! N-no!”

“Take it.” He groans, struck by the thick we s of slick that cling to his length with each heavy smack. Emitting pornographic squelching sounds for everyone of the Alphas he will lead someday to hear, to memorize, to know that they will never have a taste of you, let alone ever experience this again.

With a pleased smirk, the engorged tip of his length meets your entrance again. Pussy throbbing like a wounded animal as the Alpha finally presses in again, slowly breaching your hole to make you feel every overwhelming sensation all over again. The pain subsides as pleasure and desperation takes over, incessantly starving to feel him stuff you full. You sob, reaching out for something as he leans in to bracket your head with thick biceps. Finding solace in his shoulders, you claw at his smooth skin, arching up to bite down a scream into his muscle.

It’s heat inducing, arching against the Alpha to get him deeper inside of you. Long thick cock stretching you with each new inch added, too good once fully sheathed inside. You can’t stop whining, licking at Johnny’s smooth pronounced collarbone. Split open by the only one you’ve ever wanted, something about it swells your chest. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders to feel even closer.

“Alpha, please—“ you start to wail, drooling on his neck, planting haphazard messy kisses.

“What are you begging for, huh?” He chokes out, moving to wrap around your shoulders in the same manner, knowing that your Omega needs to be close. That your heart needs to feel his beating against it. “You’re so tight for me baby. Gonna ruin that perfect pussy you have, make it mine.”

“Ugh!” Dropping your neck back, hot tears fill your eyes, raining down your cheeks as he begins to thrust in and out.

“All mine, my pretty gorgeous Omega.” He moans, fully pulling out only to ram back in and sending your back arching up with a shout. Johnny can’t slow down, chasing after your release to get to his. Falling into a rough rhythm, he thrusts hard enough to have you both sliding up with each ramming force of his hips. The clenches you give around his cock accompanied by drool coated moans only encouraging him to push in harder, make you taste his cock in the back of your throat from here.

“Alpha..”

“Yeah, what did I say baby? Keep those pretty eyes on me baby. Keep looking at me.” Clutching your neck, he presses your foreheads together. Cock drilling deep past your tight hole. It’s not completely without pain, snapping around the intrusion of his thick long girth. Johnny works hard to keep his own eyes open, consumed by the way your pouty lips fall apart with a moan, how your eyes roll up and back to him over and over again. “Opening up so so good for Alpha. Feel good baby?”

Gliding a hand between your bodies, he lowers closer to your chest, pushing his arm lower to rest the back of your head along the dip of his elbow. Fingers find their way to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves with another thrust, easing more inches past your convulsing heat.

“Ahh—!” Incoherently you begin to nod, head spinning, thighs aching around his hips. The pinch to your clit shoots up your spine, lifting your butt up only to be slammed back down into place with another powerful thrust. Johnny curses, sucking at spit around his tongue as he lifts enough to watch you take the last inch of his cock again.

“Oh shit baby.” He croons, biting down on his lip at the sight of his cock completely disappearing inside of you like nothing. The way you take it only as an Omega can. It’s indescribable to feel your heat suck around him, the way your walls clamp on his size like wet firm kisses. Pangs of pleasure throb up his length, cockhead pressed to your cervix at this angle. “Can’t believe—“ the Alpha drags his slick coated fingers to your lips, pushing them down on your tongue, teeth gritting. “Can’t believe I’m inside of you.”

That awakens your lost mind, licking between his digits as he circles down into you and lets you truly feel how big he is. Each twist of his hips feels like a delicious new stretch, opening your cunt up to always be ready for your Alpha to fill you up. He sighs, smiling and pressing in to capture your lips. Cock thrumming inside of you letting you get used to the sheer size of him. Distracting you with wet and messy glides of his tongue, he continues to slur between sucks, drawing your tongue out with his suctioning lips.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy baby, best cunt ever.” Johnny sounds lost himself, lapping at the combination of your spit smearing between your chins. “Tight, so tight for your Alpha.”

All you can do is whine and agree between his overpowering kisses, failing to grab his tongue with yours. Johnny controls everything, the way you kiss, the way you fuck, the way your body reacts to him. Infiltrating your brain, lungs, heart, cunt, filling every empty hole inside of you with himself, staking claim to his Omega the way only a real Alpha can.

“Pl-please, Alpha, please,” you start to beg, throwing your limbless arms around his shoulders to weakly throw your hips into a circle. Turning desperate to really feel him, to really get fucked by your Alpha.

He fully lets go, tearing past his own resistance to fuck you full, hard and fast. Wet sounds clap around you, jostled by each punching thrust, swearing you can feel him as deep as your lungs from the way you gag on spit and choke on your breath. Weakly tapping at his shoulders you lose it, clamping on the Alphas size hard enough to make him stop for a moment. Johnny growl’s animalistically, pounding through the splash of slick threatening to push his size out from the force of your powerful orgasm. He keeps fucking you through it, looming large over your body going lifeless beneath him.

“Knot, g-gonna knot baby.” The veins lining his long throat pop out under sweat glistening flesh, dropping his nose to yours as his stomach convulses and he thrusts in all the way deep surely leaving your cervix bruised. “Fucking—-fu—ahh shit!”

It’s the most shattered he’s sounded, raspy and whiny, coming to a stop as the base of his length begins to expand. Swiping his lips against yours between panted breaths.

“S’too.. can’t.” You beg, lightly tapping his chest. It’s useless, both of you too strung out by the peak of your pleasure. The only option left is to wait it out and grit your teeth through the burn stretching against your hole.

Right as you feel every last inch of your body go limp, Johnny securely cups behind your neck, licking across the top row of his teeth practically salivating at the sight of your extended throat arched up so invitingly. The knot thrums against your walls, painful stretch burning as he adjusts to lower his chest to yours and whisper against your lips. “My Omega.”

The bite hurts initially, gnawing deep through the flesh covering your scent gland. Long canines dig through your veins, sucking at the blood that gushes past his bite. Memories of the first time you met the Alpha flash behind your eyes, weakly sinking your nails into his shoulders as tears rush from your eyes and everything he’s ever wanted to say to you flies around your mind. The days you spent together, the times he always let you win just to see you smile, and the frantic need to protect you. Pain washes away along with the tears rolling down your face, whimpering and clutching onto him as hard as you’re able to.

“Johnny..”

The pitiful sounds that come from his throat remind you of a distressed pup, lapping up your bite aggressively as guilt claws at his chest seeing you grow weaker beneath him.

“S’okay Alpha..” you mumble, sliding your hands up his neck to hold his cheeks. The difference in size seems more daunting now, stuck on his knot that hasn’t deflated one bit, the visual of your small hands thumbing his wet cheeks feels right. Feels as if you’ll never have to fend for yourself as each emotion and reassuring sense of devotion fills your head.

Johnny’s your Alpha, destined to lead, destined to be yours.

“Hurt you..” he barely whispers, thumb caressing the mark on your neck solemnly. Fighting between his pride and lust to prioritize what you could be going through. “Sorry..”

“No no,” tucking your chin, you capture his thumb to suckle on, head shaking softly. “Love you.”

The look that illuminates his features can only be described as one of love. Adoration and admiration, relief, lightly tipping the corners of his lips upward and releasing the tension pinching at his ears. “Love you, my mate.” He says proudly, knot gone down enough to fix your positions and lift you onto his lap. “Let's go home.”

Without allowing you time to look around, he holds onto your bottom, keeping you impaled in place with his knot as his thighs burn to stand, free hand petting the back of your head and easing your nose to rest against his scent gland, successfully masking your eyes from the Alphas that stand around drooling, hard cocks pulsing, desperate to have a piece of you for themselves. With a last look of warning at the group, he turns and takes the back trail back to his cabin, shushing your whines.

“Almost there baby.”

“We’re going home?” You ask drowsily, clinging onto his shoulders as if you fear the idea of falling, knowing the Alpha would never allow for such a thing.

“Our home.” He states, rounding a corner to the back entrance of his cabin to avoid allowing anyone else that may be roaming around to see you in this position. “You did such a good job for me back there pretty.”

“I did?” Warmth fills your stomach, brows knitting as your hips roll against him on their own to feel the Alphas half deflated knot push past your aching entrance. He hisses, cupping your ass firmly on the way to the bed you rested in yesterday, already soaked with your scent, weakening his knees as he lays you down and hovers above you, fist planted by your sides.

“So good for me, my perfect Omega.”

Reaching up for his shoulder, you trace the wolf gazing down at you once again, head tilted curiously. “Has it always been me? Really?”

Johnny’s eyebrows gather together furiously, nodding rapidly, clicking his tongue annoyed. “You know that it has.”

“It’s nice to hear.” You smile, biting on your lip.

“Yeah?” Lowering down, he thrusts the rest of his size in to fill you with every inch, knot gone down enough to shove his length in deep once again. “And me? I want to hear you say it.”

Damp strands of hair hang around your face, framing the Alphas sharp cheekbones, long eyes that stare down at you obsessively.

“It’s always been you.” You admit, arching up for a kiss.

Already knowing that is one thing, but hearing you say it strikes a nerve, growling from deep in his chest as he reaches to draw your hands above your head and teases your lips with barely there kisses.

“You’re mine.” Small pecks litter your top and bottom lip, lowering to your chin and jaw, trailing a pathway up to your ear and back as he continues to repeat mineminemine.

“Mine to have.” Another kiss.

“Mine to keep.” Another kiss.

“Mine to save.” Another kiss.

“And mine to ruin.” The last kiss steals your breath, bred full again by the next thrust, only held in place by his solid grip on your forearms.

The Alpha made good on his promise to take care of you, fucked and bred night after night to birth the strongest members of your pack.

Occasionally you’d find your way back to the forest, now with Johnny by your side helping you climb trees that you insisted on being able to do on your own.

“It’s nice up here.” He hums, laying back on the large part of the base with you on his chest, stroking up and down your spine soothingly.

“It’s nicer with you.”

“Yeah?” His eyebrow lifts, tapping your chin to look at him. “No more running away from me then?”

“You’re here with me, aren’t you?” You tease, pretending to bite his finger.

“That’s my girl.”

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dearsnow · 4 months

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Can you do the outsiders reacting to you doing the orange peel theory (asking them to do a small task you can do yourself) I love your writing‼️

THE ORANGE PEEL THEORY

- in which you ask the greasers to complete simple, unassuming tasks that you can easily do yourself. (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - this is so cute omg 😭 the orange peel theory is so trivial but it’s a very neat concept and i love writing things like this. and thank you!!

includes: johnny, ponyboy, dally, sodapop, & darry

“Oh shoot, I dropped my pencil. Could you get it for me, please, JOHNNY?”

Johnny does it without hesitation. He doesn’t question it, even though the pencil is way closer to you than to him, and he has to bend at an awkward angle to pick it up. You could ask him for almost anything and he’d try his best to do it. He lives and breathes to help you.

“Yeah, I got it.”

“Hey, PONY, can you flip this page for me? My hands are real tired.”

Ponyboy is a bit confused, considering your hands are resting on the sides of your book already. However, when he thinks about it, you might’ve hurt your hands somehow or maybe you just don’t have the energy to complete a task that is seemingly very simple. In any case, he’ll put his thoughts aside and do it for you.

“Sure. Are you okay, though?”

“DALLY, could you peel this orange?”

He snorts and asks if you can’t do it yourself while taking the orange from your hands. He throws it from hand to hand over your head, and when you reach to take it from him, he’ll pull it back and peel it. He’s not bothered by it, but he will take half of the orange for himself as compensation.

“Done. Need help peeling off anything else of yours, now?”

“Wait, SODA, would you wipe the frosting off my cheek?”

When you ask this while making a cake with him, Sodapop assumes you’re playing around. He licks it off your cheek instead then bounces away before you can berate him for being gross. He would also do pretty much anything for you in his own way- as long as you don’t get too pissed at him.

“Hah! You can’t get mad, you asked for it.”

“DARRY, can you cut my hangnail for me?”

You ask, handing him a pair of nail clippers. He’s confused, astounded, and mildly amused by your proposition. He asks you if you can’t just do it yourself, but halfway through talking to you he changes his mind and gently grabs your hand. He’ll act annoyed, but secretly he enjoys taking care of you in these little ways.

“Can’t you… fine, fine, give me the clippers.”

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miniwheat77 · 8 months

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Army Green. (Ghost x Virgin!Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, Age gap (Reader is 20, Simon is 32), unprotected sex, p in v sex, virginity loss, animal getting hurt, Simon in distress, PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE YOU READ. (Sorry if I missed any.)

It’s a sunny day, you’ve spent most of the day outside.

Mostly working on your yard, but you didn’t always mind. It did get rough sometimes of course, living alone and doing all of the work constantly. You lived in a pretty small house. It had a smaller yard, gravel driveway. It was fenced in. It was nice.

Sometimes the work piled up, getting busy, trying to pull yourself out of a funk. Especially because doing 100% of the work was new to you. Since you’d just gotten out of a serious relationship. It was a tough situation. You’d moved out with your boyfriend at 18. You were together for the better part of your teenage years, your first real boyfriend, the only serious boyfriend you’d ever had.

The break up was miserable and rough. The fights were bad, the messages were vulgar and laced with venom. It was a really rough breakup that left you damaged.

You went from a two person household, to one. Having to work more to pay the bills, having to pick up the rest of the household chores and somehow still stay sane. It was tough, but you managed. You had a few friends that helped you stay busy, and you were thankful for that.

You were sitting on your couch, it was the weekend and you didn’t want to spend all of it doing yard work. Your friends were supposed to be coming over and you were excited to spend the night with them. Just as you finished cleaning up your house, you heard a knock on your door. Knowing that it was your friends, you yelled for them to come inside. They walked in with all kinds of drinks and snacks in their hands, ready to have a good night.

“Dude, your neighbor is super weird.” One of them mumbles. “He wears a mask with like.. a skull face on it.” She mumbles. “Yeah?” You laugh. “Why does that make him weird?” You question her. “That’s all he ever wears. I’ve never seen him in anything else.”

“So what. Maybe he doesn’t want people seeing his face.” You shrug. “Whatever. I think it’s weird.” She shrugs. “Maybe he’s like.. super hot and doesn’t want people to know.” Your other friend smiles. “Maybe. Walk over there and find out for me.” You nudge her. Earning a laugh from them. “You’ve never met him?” She asks. You shake your head. “No. I’ve actually never even seen him, I didn’t know he wore a skull mask.” You shrug. They laugh. Eventually the subject changes.

Later that night as you’re sitting on the couch, you’re all about to go to bed. “What if your neighbor is super hot?” She asks again. “There’s tons of hot people, be specific.” You toss a piece of popcorn at her. “I mean.. what if he’s like super hot. You should talk to him.” She shrugs. “Um. I’m pretty sure he’s like 30.” The other one laughs. “Oh.. well damn.” She sighs. “What’s wrong with him being 30? Why would that stop me?” You ask. They both look at you like you’ve just called them the worst names known to mankind. “Jesus! You whore!” They laugh. “I’m serious! What’s wrong with that.” You giggle. “Just.. not your own age?”

“Maybe that’s why guys suck so bad. Maybe we need to branch out a bit. Go for the weird old guys that wear skull masks.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you. “Maybe.” You smirk. “Nah, I’m not trying anything with anyone. Maybe not ever after Wesley.” You roll your eyes. “Oh please, Wesley wouldn’t see a good girl if he got hit by one.”

“Clearly.” The other rolls her eyes. “It’s just because I wasn’t ready.” You mumble. Earning glances for them. “Ready for what?”

“Sex.” They perk up. “What? You were together for that long and never had sex?”

“No?”

“Why not?”

“Because.. I’ve never had sex before? And wasn’t ready?” You laugh awkwardly. They’re both staring at you in confusion. “Well shit. We didn’t know that.” They laugh. “Damn. Whole new perspective.” They laugh softly.

“Yeah, my poor ‘old’ neighbor probably heard those nasty fights, no way he’d fuck around with a girl like me.” You laugh. “Never know until you try.”

You roll your eyes. “Goodnight you two.” You laugh, walking back into your bedroom. You settle into your bed, eyes heavy as you fade into a deep sleep.

You hear whining outside, it startles you awake.

You look at your phone, it’s early. The sun has just barely risen, it’s still mostly dark. Cascades of blue painting the sky. You sit up, rubbing your eyes as you hear it again. It sounds like a dog in pain.

You climb out of bed, walking out to your living room. You can still hear it faintly. Your friends are still asleep on the couch and you open your front door quietly, peeking outside. It’s cold, chills creep up your legs and arms immediately, maybe a bad time to sleep in a tank top and shorts. You step outside, covering yourself with your arms as you look around for the sound you’re hearing. You notice the noise is louder now, along with rattling. You spot a dog, it’s got it’s paw stuck in your fence. Fairly close to your bedroom, that’s why you heard it.

“Shit-“ you mumble. You jog lightly to get to her. It’s your neighbors dog, you assume the one with the skull mask. “Hey, stop moving.” You mumble as she tugs to free her paw. You hear a door open and close behind you, noticing it’s your neighbor.

And he doesn’t have on a skull mask.

“Shite, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize she’d gotten out.” He says as he jogs to you. You can hear the gravel giving away under his feet. “It’s alright. No worries.” You mumble. You unwrap her paw. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.” You mumble. As she whines more. Once you free her paw, she frantically licks at it. “Let me see it darling.” You breathe, reaching your hand out. To your surprise she lies down, rolling onto her back so that you could get a good look at her. Your neighbor crouches down to check the rest of her as you look at her paw. “Just a scratch.” You smile. “Yeah, she’s a bit over dramatic.” The man laughs. “I heard her whining.” You laugh. “Yeah. If I accidentally bump her she’ll yelp like I’ve cut her leg off.” He smiles. His accent is thick and his voice is incredibly deep.

And your friends were absolutely right, he’s hot as hell.

“I don’t think we’ve ever met.” You stand up. He stands up with you, reaching his hand out. “I’m Simon.” You send him a smile. “Y/N.” He smiles. “Ah, and this is my dramatic princess Paisley.” He looks down at her. “Nothing wrong with a little bit of embellishment, gets the attention you need.” You smile down at her. He laughs at this. “Anyways, sorry for waking you, love.” You feel your cheeks warm at his pet name. “No worries, I’m just glad she’s alright.”

“Cmon, back to bed with you.” He nods his head at the dog and she walks with him back to their house. You make your way back to your door, stepping inside. You forget that your friends are there and they stir awake with the sound of your door closing. “Y/N? What are you doing?”

“My neighbors dog got stuck in the fence.”

“Is it okay?”

“Yeah she’s fine. But you were right. He’s hot as fuck.” You laugh. Walking passed them, going back into your room.

—

It’s been a while since you’ve had a day off, picking up extra shifts and doing more and more work so that you could afford your house. It was getting rough. You didn’t see much of your neighbor, aside from passing. He did always wear a skull mask which you found weird. Until you were up early and seen him leaving one day.

He was wearing full military attire, Paisley had on a vest and he was telling her to get into the back of his truck, that’s when it clicked.

His accent, why he was always gone, his large build, the mask. It all made sense now.

Your next day off, you’re sitting in a coffee shop with your friends and they’re making fun of you. It’s a gathering, an every once in a while coincidence that all of you had the same day off. “So what’s going on with everyone else? I feel like I’ve been talking about myself this entire time.”

“Not much.” Everyone mumbles.

“Oh, Y/N’s neighbor is smoking hot, I’m waiting for her to announce that she has a controversially older boyfriend.”

The girl next to you is loud when she says it, earning an elbow to the side from you. “Ohhhh. Tell us more?”

You roll your eyes. “I’ve talked to him once, his dog got her paw stuck in my fence, there’s nothing weird about that. Although he is very, very attractive.”

“It’s weird, he always wears a skull mask.”

“Oh!” You sit up. “I know why. I saw him leaving the other morning wearing full military gear. That explains the accent and everything.” You laugh.

“Accent?”

“Oh.. I forgot to say that? He’s British.”

Their mouths drop, and you can’t help but blush at your spaced information.

“No way, Y/N. If you don’t have sex with that man right now..” she laughs. “Oh god, I am not ready for that. I just got out of a shitty relationship.” You laugh. “Well.. just out of curiosity.” She sips her from her cup. “Just how much thinking have you done about Wesley since you talked to your neighbor?” She teases. You roll your eyes which makes them all laugh. “See!”

“Christ. You guys are ridiculous. I have to go do yard work.” You roll your eyes.

“Look sexy!” She calls out as you exit the building, your cheeks are on fire.

When you arrive home, you look up at the sky, noticing the brewing storm. Maybe today was a bad day for yard work after all. Just as you make your way inside, the rain starts to come down. You sit down on your couch, deciding to watch a show instead.

You lose track of time. You could hear the rain pouring down outside. Thunder making you jump slightly.

A knock at your door has you whipping around. You stand up, slowly making your way up to your door. You open it slightly, noticing your neighbor. He’s soaking wet. “Uh.. hi. Sorry to bother you so late. I just.. have you seen Paisley?” He asks. “Uh.. no I haven’t. Is something wrong?” You ask, opening the door up wider. “I let her out earlier and she never came back in. I think she ran off.” He sighs. “I’ve been looking everywhere and I can’t find her.”

“Let me put some shoes on, I can help.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” He sighs. “No, she’s a good girl, I wouldn’t want something bad happening to her.” You smile. Once you’ve slid on shoes and a jacket, you’re stepping out into the rain.

Ghost notices your tattered old skate shoes immediately. If you’ve got a boyfriend, why isn’t he taking care of you? Ghost knows he’s seen a guy around.

Behind your houses was a huge patch of trees, that’s where the both of you decide to look first. You’re calling out for her, walking along. You part ways when you get into the trees. Calling out for her. You don’t see anything and it’s getting darker as you walk along.

Ghost is somewhere further away by now, he’s calling for her, but she isn’t coming. He stops with a sigh. “Christ, where the fuck are you, fucking dog.” He growls.

“Simon!” He hears you yell. “Y/N?”

“I found her!” You call to him. He quickly makes his way over to you, seeing you’ve got a hand on her collar. “Ugh, damn dog.” He breathes. “Home now!” He says sternly, Paisley bolts for his house immediately. “Sorry. You didn’t have to come out here.” He laughs. “I don’t mind the rain.” You laugh, walking towards your houses with him. “Not real good shoes for bad weather.” He laughs. “Oh psh these? They’re fine.” You wave your hand. “What, your boyfriend doesn’t spoil you?” He laughs. “Oh god, I don’t have a boyfriend.” You laugh. “What? Who was that guy than?”

“Uh.. well. He WAS my boyfriend. But.. it’s a long story.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” He laughs awkwardly. “Oh it’s fine.”

“I’ve got a fire going in my house, if you wanted to dry your clothes out. You could talk about it if you want.” He shrugs. “Uhh. Sure.” You shrug. You follow him up to his back door, he opens the door up for you. You step inside and he shows you to his living room, where he had a pretty wood stove going. Lined with bricks. “Give me a moment.” His house was really nice. You wait before sitting down, not wanting to get his couch wet. “Here.” He passes you a towel and a shirt. “It’s an old shirt of mine.” He nods. “Thank you.” You smile. It’s Army Green.

He shows you to his bathroom and you change quickly, making your way back to his living room. You notice that he’s put your shoes on the tile in front of the fire to dry them out. You can’t help but smile.

He brings out tea and sets it down on his coffee table, sitting in the chair across from you. You pull his shirt down over your knees, making sure you’re covering yourself. Your panties had gotten wet and you had to take them off too. “Why did you guys break up if you don’t mind me asking?” He asks. “Uhh.” You laugh. “I found out that he was talking to a couple other girls. Meeting up with them and.. yeah.” You look down. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He breathes. You smile, looking up at him. He’s no longer wearing his mask.

“Honestly? I thought it would hurt more.” You shrug. “We.. I mean we’d been together for a long time but our relationship wasn’t serious. I didn’t really have any feelings towards the end, not after all of the things he said to me.” Ghost tilts his head. He’s curious.

“Uh..” you shift awkwardly. “I.. this is probably too much information but.. we never.. slept together. I just wasn’t into it, and he hated that I wasn’t. He said a lot of gross things to me.” You shrug. He nods his head. “How old are you?” He asks. “I’m 20.”

“How old was he?” He asks. “21.”

He smiles. “There’s your problem darling.” He laughs. “He’s just.. stupid and immature. I was at that age too. You’re too young to be worried about all of that anyways.”

You smile. “How old are you?” You ask. “32.” Your eyes widen. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, m’ an old man.” He laughs. “You do not look 32.” You smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He winks.

“You need new shoes.” He nods to them. “Uhhh. Yeah. That has to wait.” You laugh. “Hm?”

“I can barely afford my house, those shoes will just have to do. They’ve done me good.” You smile. You move to stand in front of the fire, crouching to pet Paisley who’s laying in front of it. Ghost stands up too. “How about we check you out, make sure you didn’t get into something.” He breathes, rolling paisley over onto her back. He runs his hands along her fur. Feeling that she’s fine as he stands back up. He towers over you, and now you really feel how close you are to him. “I can help you get new ones.” He nods. “No.. that’s not your job.” You shake your head.

“Course not, you could work for it.” He smiles.

Your eyes widen. “Not- Jesus. Not like that.” He laughs. “Oh good.” You breathe out. “Had me worried for a second.” You laugh. “Got a dirty mind.” he rolls his eyes. “I mean.. if you babysit for me when I’m gone.” He nods. “I usually have her boarded at the base but.. they keep her cooped up a lot there.” He looks down at her. “Simon, I don’t mind watching Paisley. You don’t have to get me anything. She’s a good girl, I don’t mind.” You smile. He nods his head. “Thank you Y/N.” He smiles. “Of course.”

You’re warm from the fire, spinning around to warm your front. He does the same. Looking at the dancing flames through the glass. “Do you have a wife or anything?” You ask. “No.” He laughs. “My job isn’t good for relationships.” You nod your head. “Fair.” He laughs. “Why?” He asks. “I was just curious.” You say nervously. His smile is flirty, and you’re worried.

Not because he intimidates you.

You’re worried by how much you like it.

“You sure?” He looks at you, making you turn your head to look at him. “Mhm.” You smile. He takes a step toward you, making you step back.

Back hitting the wall with a gasp. “Might be overstepping here..” he laughs. “But he was stupid to fumble a girl like you.” He breathes. He’s toying with the shirt you’re wearing. You take in a shaky breath, looking up at him. “Simon.” You start. He tilts your chin to make you look him in the eyes, leaning into you. “Can I kiss you?” He asks. You part your lips, not saying a word. After a second, you nod your head.

He closes the gap right away, kissing you hard.

Your friends were going to freak when you told them.

You feel his fingertips gliding up your thigh and you gasp into his lips as he glides them over your bare opening. “Ah- Simon wait!” You breathe. Pushing him back slightly. “I.. I-“ you’re stuttering, not sure what to say. “I’m sorry, maybe I misunderstood..” he breathes. “No- no it’s not that. I.. I liked it. I just.. I’ve never done this before.” You breath, looking up at him. Your cheeks are burning, because his fingertips touching you is the first time a man has ever touched you like that. And this is only the second time you’ve ever interacted with him. “It’s alright.. I know you haven’t known me long.” He laughs. “No.. I don’t mean..” you clench your eyes closed. “I’ve never had sex before.” You sigh. He raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh.. well. I’m sorry I pushed you so hard, I had no idea.” He steps back.

“You didn’t. I.. I liked it.” You swallow hard.

He crosses his arms. “Have you ever been touched.. at all?” He asks. You shake your head. “Have you.. done anything at all? Like.. touched yourself?” You chew on your lip nervously. Shaking your head again. “I’ve tried but.. it’s.. weird.” You bring your hands behind your back. “It’s not weird, not if you’re doing it right.” He looks at you. The room is dark, the lights are dim and the fire illuminates it slightly.

“D-do you think you could show me? W-what it feels like I mean…” You look up at him.

“Yeah, of course. Cmere.” He tilts his head, reaching his hand out for you to take. He walks around his couch, pulling you with him. “Go ahead.” You sit down. “Lay back sweetheart.” He nods. You’re nervous as you lay back. “If you don’t like what I’m doing, if you want me to stop at all, you tell me okay?” He says. “Of course.” You nod.

He pushes the Army Green shirt up over your hips, you’re bare. Wearing nothing underneath.

He glides his hand up your thighs, feeling you shiver as he does. His fingertips gliding over your exposed flesh, rubbing over your opening. When he touches your clit, you flinch away from him. He forgets that you’re untouched.

Sensitive, easily stimulated. He chuckles. “Relax. You’re tense.” He breathes. He moves himself over you, pressing his thigh right up against your opening, hearing a gasp from your lips. He lowers himself on top of you, pressing his lips to yours again. You kiss him sloppily, cheeks flushed, your tummy feels warm as he rocks his thigh into you. You whine into his lips, raising your hips to meet him.

He pulls away from you, kissing your chin and down your neck, pushing the shirt up and over your chest. Exposing every part of you to him. The first man to ever see such sensitive parts of you. He attaches his lips to your nipple, hearing you gasp. You lift your hips into him, wanting more. But he takes his time with you. You’ve never felt this way, never been so turned on before. He finishes showing your nipples attention and moves lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. You’re nervous as he moves himself between your legs. He looks up at you, leaving a kiss to your thigh. One kiss to your swollen clit and you were done.

You let your head fall back, he pushes his hands up his couch, entwining his fingers with yours as he spreads your folds with his tongue. It takes just a few minutes and you’re crying his name out in the perfect symphony. Your stomach is moving with the way you’re panting and you can barely hold still. He moves his hands away from yours, holding your hips down. Sucking and lapping at your clit, pushing his tongue into you slightly. It’s an unfamiliar feeling. You can feel something building. “S-Simon. Feels funny.” You whimper, lifting yourself up to rest on your elbows. Watching him eat your pussy like it’s the sweetest ice cream he’s ever had.

You feel his fingertips gliding over your entrance, and you gasp when he pushes one inside of you. Curling it right into your spongy spot. You can’t hold yourself together, especially not when he adds another finger, scissoring them. A cry leaves your lips, it’s a desperate moan. Something that tells him that you’re just about to cum. You can’t say anything which is what he wants, he’s cornering you right into pure bliss, leaving you nowhere to go. It feels like your body bursts into flames when he works your pussy to an orgasm. The first of many that he’s going to give you. Your eyes are full of tears and clench shut as he works you through your orgasm. Until you’re sensitive and squirming. He finally pulls away from you, moving himself above you again, kissing you, letting you taste yourself on him. You’re breathing hard when you pull away, looking up at him. Like he’s just killed an army in your honor.

“How do you feel?” He asks. Your lips are parted, you want to say something but you can’t. He chuckles at your trance-like state. “It’s alright. I know it’s a lot.” He smiles, pulling the shirt down to cover you. Pulling you up until you’re sitting up to look at him. “I feel good.” You finally say, cheeks burning. “Good, I hope so.”

Your eyes are lost in him and he says something but you don’t even hear it.

He waves in front of your eyes, chuckling when you flinch away. Shaking yourself out of your thoughts. “You alright, space cadet? I wasn’t too much was I?” He laughs. “No.. no.” You giggle, “sorry.” You blush. “First time is always intense. I get it.” He smiles. Leaning into you. “Can’t wait to see how spacey you’ll be when I fuck that pussy for the first time.”

You swallow hard, eyes clenching shut. You’re quiet.

A laugh is what makes you open your eyes. “I’m only kidding. Relax.” He stands up. “Unless you want me to of course.” He winks at you.

“I know you have work tomorrow, I’m keeping you up.” He laughs. “Let’s get these shoes on you and I’ll walk you home.” He smiles. He kneels down onto one knee, reaching out for one of your shoes. It’s dry and warm.

You’re surprised at first.

He’s actually putting shoes on you, like you’re some kind of princess.

He helps you up, throwing one of his jackets over you and holding your clothes. The storm has passed now, it’s only dark. When you reach your front porch, he passes you your clothes. “I can go change and give you your shirt back.” You stutter when you say. He’s making you nervous. “Don’t worry about it. Keep it. It looks better on you anyways.” He smiles. You blush, looking down. “Thank you, for helping me find Paisley.”

“Of course. I don’t mind at all.” You smile. “Um.. t-thank you for um..”

“You don’t have to thank me for that.” He laughs. “Sorry..” you blush. “It’s alright. Get some sleep.” He smiles.

You smile. “Goodnight Simon.”

“Goodnight Y/N.” He nods. “Oh.. wait. Can I have your phone number? Since you’re willing to watch Paisley for me.” He playing his eagerness off. “Yeah of course.” You smile, walking toward your couch where you had left your phone. You pick it up and walk back to the door where he was waiting, passing it to him. He types his phone number into your phone and sends himself a text with it. “Awesome. Thank you Y/N. Goodnight now.” He smiles.

“Goodnight Simon.”

—

“You seem to be in a good mood LT.” Soap smiles.

“Something going on at home?” He smirks.

Ghost rolls his eyes. “Not now Soap.” He rolls his eyes.

“Who’s the girl, you’ve been checking your phone every 10 minutes.” He crosses his arms. Ghost sighs. “It’s my neighbor. I asked if she’d watch my dog. Stop being weird.” He shoves passed Soap. “Aw Cmon. I’m your friend.” Soap scoffs. “I tell you everything. I’ve never seen you act this way before.”

Ghost sighs. “Alright fine. Yeah, something happened between us and I don’t know what to think of it. But she’s kind’ve way out of my league.” He mumbles. “What do you mean by that?”

“She’s 20.”

Soaps eyes widen. “Jesus. A tad bit young don’t you think.” Ghost looks at him unimpressed. “She’s been my neighbor for a while, I thought she was older.” He shrugs. Soap laughs. “Nah, women just mature way before men do.” Ghost snorts. “Yeah. Well.. what I did with her last night I can’t really come back from.” He laughs. “Did you sleep with her?” Simon shakes his head. “No.. but. I don’t want to talk about it. Paisley got her paw stuck in her fence a few weeks back and I went out to check on her and she was helping her. Last night, Paisley didn’t come back when I let her out, so I stopped by and asked her if she’d seen her and she said no, but offered to help me look for her.” He shrugs. “So.. if you did stuff with her, why didn’t you have sex with her?” Ghost flinches. “She.. uh.” He laughs nervously. “She’s a Virgin.”

Soap’s eyes are wide. “Christ. You’ve got yourself into quite the situation Ghost.” He laughs. “Yeah. You’ll have to see her.” He mumbles. “Take me with you when you drop Paisley off for a mission sometime.” Soap crosses his arms. Simon laughs. “Alright. If you insist Johnny.”

“I’m good at reading people, I’ll tell you if she’s good for you.”

“She’s not good for me, I haven’t felt like this in forever.” Soap raises his eyebrows, a smug look on his face. “That means she’s good for you. You’re supposed to feel happiness.” He rolls his eyes. Ghost laughs. “It’s bad for a man like me. I’ve lost everyone, makes me vulnerable.” He mumbles. “So don’t lose this one.” Soap pats his shoulder.

Ghost shakes his head. “It’s never been in my control. But.. me being vulnerable, means that I can be very dangerous. So let’s hope this goes alright.”

—

“You WHAT?” She yells from the other end of the phone, you can hear her coughing violently on her coffee. “Uh.. yeah.”

“Did you have sex?” She asks. “What? No. He just.. he. We didn’t have sex.” You blush. “What’s gotten into you?” She squeals, making you laugh. “I don’t know. I guess I just really like him.” You bite your lip. “Damn. Who would’ve guessed. A 32 year old in the military is your type.” She laughs. “I know right. I don’t know. He’s.. ugh.” You sigh. “I’ve talked to him twice ever, and he’s already been so much fucking nicer to me than Wesley. I just.. don’t even know what to say.” You laugh. “That’s how you’re supposed to be treated Y/N.” She laughs. “Maybe he’ll be really good for you. Maybe you’ll get married and have a bunch of kids.” She snorts. You roll your eyes. “Whatever. I have to get back to work.” You mumble. “We’re not done talking about this. You’re telling me every detail later.” She mumbles through the phone, making you laugh. “We’ll see.” You say before hanging up.

You bite your lip.

You can’t stop thinking about the night before. What he said to you.

“Can’t wait to see how spacey you’ll be when I fuck that pussy for the first time.”

Your stomach turns and you feel yourself getting wet just from the thought of it. You needed to get your mind off of this. You stand up, heading outside to find something to do.

You’re sure you could find some yard work of some kind to do.

You look around your house, noticing the patch of grass by your driveway was mixing with gravel. You head back inside, changing into more comfortable clothes to do this task. Not paying any mind to whos eyes may be on you. Simon was meant to be at work anyways. You get a rake, raking the gravel back into it’s dedicated location. You needed to plant more grass seed, maybe line it with some spare bricks to keep the gravel away from it. It’d keep Paisley away from the fence to avoid getting her paw stuck. Simon really needed to fence his yard in to keep her inside. Although she was a pretty large dog, she’d probably just jump over it. You’re carrying bricks when Simon pulls up, Soap is in his passenger seat. “Is that her?” Soap asks. “Oh.. yeah. I guess so. I thought she was supposed to work today.” He mumbles. “Guess I’ll get to meet her sooner than later.” He smiles. You’ve got your ear buds in, not paying any attention. “We’re just checking on Paisley, get your head out of the gutter.” Ghost mumbles. As soon as Simon opens the door, Paisley bolts to your house. “Oh Jesus Christ, seriously!” He mumbles. Paisley attacking you with kisses, jumping on you catches you off guard.

“Oh my gosh!” You laugh. Turning your face to avoid her sloppy kisses. Simon and Soap approach, and you’re petting Paisley. “Hi darling, I’m glad to see you’re okay after your great escape.” You smile. When you glance up and see Simon walking toward you, another man behind him. “Thought you were supposed to be at work?” Simon asks.

“Ah, a bunch of offices flooded last night in the storm, mine included. So I’ve got a couple weeks off while they renovate.” You smile. “Ah, paid I hope?” He laughs. “Oh yeah. I would be out looking for another job otherwise.” You laugh. “That’s good though, a nice break.”

Ghost looks at Soap. “We just stopped by to check on Paisley. This is Soap by the way.” He nods. You look confused. “Did you say Soap?” You ask, looking at him. Soap laughs. “My name is Johnny, but you can call me Soap.” He nods, reaching his hand out. You take it, shaking his hand. Ghost feels jealousy boiling through him when he touches you. He doesn’t like that. “Civilians don’t get the nickname, Ghost.” Soap judges him. You tilt your head. “Ghost?” You smile, crossing your arms. “Nice. A weird duo but I like it.” You laugh. “I like the Mohawk too, don’t see that haircut much anymore.” You nod. “Thanks.” He smiles. “Oh no, don’t go giving the bloke a big head.” Simon rolls his eyes. “Whatever, I’m gonna go find Paisley. She’s nicer than you.” Soap rolls his eyes. “Nice meeting you, lass.” He smiles. “Nice meeting you too.” You wave.

Simon lingers behind. “Why’re you not relaxing?” He laughs. You blush, looking down. “Can’t sit down for too long or I’ll think about what you said last night.” You laugh. “Ah. That makes sense.” He laughs. “I can give you something else to think about if you want.” He chuckles. “Jesus Christ.” You roll your eyes.

“I think Soap is getting impatient, Ghost.” You call him by his nickname and he freezes up. He laughs. “Don’t call me that. Not unless you’re moaning it.” He turns to walk away from you, hearing you laugh. Mumbling a ‘Jesus’ under your breath.

—

As he works, training new recruits, helping out anywhere he can, preparing for missions. He thinks about you.

The jealousy he felt earlier with Soap, it worries him. He’s getting too close to you. He knows it. The last time he did this, he got hurt. Irreversible damage to him that he still suffers from. He needs to stay away from you, but he fears it’s too late.

You’re so kind. Naive in a good way almost.

You’re so nice, so sweet. Even Paisley likes you.

He can’t focus on work without thinking about you. Zoning out as he loads everything up. The way that you sounded with his face buried between your thighs, he thinks about how you’ll sound when he-

He groans out in frustration, earning a couple glances. He throws down the wrench he’s holding, cursing under his breath.

Soap and Captain Price exchange a worried glance as he storms off.

Soap can’t help but laugh when he’s gone, the door shut and latched behind him. “Something going on with him?” Captain Price asks. “Yeah, a girl.” He snickers. “Ah. Trouble in paradise?”

“No.” He laughs. “She’s his neighbor and they aren’t.. anything just yet. But I guess he had an encounter with her.” Captain Price nods. “Women. They’ll do that to ya.” He laughs, picking up the box of ammo and walking to the back of the Humvee. “Tell me about it.” Johnny smiles, digging through the box of tools.

Captain Price sets down the box of ammo in the back of the vehicle, swiping his hands off together to get the dust off of them. “Suppose I’ll go talk to ‘im.” Captain Price mutters as he makes his way into the office that Simon had gone into. He opens the door, seeing him sitting at the desk. He’s got a water bottle in front of him and it’s already almost gone. “You alright Simon?” Price sits down in the chair across from him. Hearing Simon sigh. “M’fine Price.” He mumbles. “Johnny told me a bit about your troubles.” He smiles. Ghost rolls his eyes at this. “It’s alright, maybe we can talk about it. Maybe it’ll make you feel better.” He shrugs. “What, is this a therapy session?” He jokes. Earning a snort from his Captain. “I’m serious, I’m a wise old man with a lot of advice.” He smiles, setting his hands in his lap. The dad energy that Price gives off warms Simon’s heart in a way. “I don’t know. She’s my neighbor and she’s a lot younger than me.” He sighs. “I just think I’m going to end up getting myself into something dumb with her.”

“Well.. what’s she like?”

“I.. I mean she’s nice. She lives on her own. She.. said that she just got out of a relationship.” He sighs. “Oh? Did she say why?”

“He cheated on her because she wasn’t ready to… take the next step with him.” Ghost shrugs. “Hm.. do you know anything about her background? How responsible she is?”

Ghost shakes his head. “Not really. I’ve only talked to her twice but the second time.. we were alone and things escalated.” He mumbles. “So.. you had sex?”

“No.” Ghost laughs. “She’s.. a Virgin.”

Captain Price’s eyes widen, and he shifts uncomfortably. “How old did you say she was?” He asks.

“20.”

Captain Price nods his head. “Hm.. well. What does she do in her spare time? Do you know?”

“She.. mostly just works so that she can pay her bills and hangs out with her friends.” He shrugs. “Do you know where she works?” Simon nods. “A bookkeeper for a construction company. She’s worked there since she was eighteen.” He nods.

“So.. she’s got a stable job.. can take care of herself.. she seems really mature.” Price shrugs. “I know it seems weird that she’s so young, but women mature a lot faster than men.” Captain Price nods. “You’re both consenting adults, who are responsible and can take care of yourselves.. I know you’re afraid of being hurt.” Captain Price sits up. “But you’ll never find your forever if you don’t put yourself out there and be vulnerable for others.” He smiles. Simon nods his head. “I know.”

“You’ll have to bring her around, let me judge her myself.” He smiles. Earning a snort from Simon. “Yeah, Johnny said the same thing.”

Price stands up, patting Simon on the shoulder as he goes to exit. “You’ll never know until you try, Simon. Don’t give up just yet.” He nods.

Simon sighs when the door closes behind him. What the hell was he getting himself into.

Later that day, Simon had come home. He didn’t see you and decided to leave everything be for now. Deciding to watch a show and drink a beer. Give himself time to relax, as bad as he wants to spend this time with you. He sighs, hearing Paisley scratching at the door, whining. She’s pacing back and fourth. “It’s probably just a Racoon. Down girl.” He breathes. But she doesn’t calm down. “Paisley, please. Give it a rest darling. I’ve just let you out.” He groans.

Nothing seems to calm her. He stands up, setting his beer down. He makes his way over to the kitchen to discard his empty beer bottles, setting them by his sink. He glances up through his kitchen window for a second, when something catches his attention.

You’re talking to a guy.

Not just any guy either, your ex-boyfriend. Ghost feels himself stiffen up, eyes narrowing as he looks outside the window. It seems as if you’re having a normal conversation with him. Ghost quickly moves to the back door, cracking it open and holding Paisley back as she tries to force her way outside. “Stop, sit.” He growls.

“Look.. I’m sorry okay? I miss you.” He hears him say it. Ghost can feel himself tensing up. "You need to leave. I won't ask you again." You breathe. "And if I don't?" He sighs. "What are you going to do hm? Nobody will come for you. You're just a stupid girl Y/N." He can hear him. He can hear you laugh. "Go." He hears you growl. "I'll tell the neighbor if you don't go." Simon's smile is too wide upon hearing that. "The neighbor? What, are you friends now?" He hears him scoff. "Come on, let's just talk baby, I can take your mind off things for a while."

"Simon!" You yell, Simon stands up immediately, ripping his door open and stepping outside. He can see that he's got a strong grip on your upper arm. When he sees Simon step down the few concrete stairs, he lets go. "Seriously?" He can hear him scoff. "She doesn't need you, go back inside and mind your own fucking business." He growls. Simon makes his way across his lawn, crossing the gravel of your driveway. "She is my business. She is now." He crosses his arms. "And if you want to leave here in one piece, I suggest you get back in your car and drive as far away as you can." He says it casually. "Yeah? Or else what?" He asks, making Simon raise his shirt up over his hip, not only does he expose his insanely fit body and v-line, but there's a pearl gripped pistol sitting in his waistband. A whistle leaves his lips and Paisley bursts out of his house, bolting to stand next to him at attention, staring your ex-boyfriend down. "Go." Simon nods.

He scoffs, shaking his head. "What, you fucking him?" He looks at you, teeth gritted behind his pursed lips, you glance at Simon before looking back to the ground, swallowing hard. "Some virgin huh?" He shakes his head. "This is fucking stupid, don't even know why I bothered with you." He growls. He walks down the concrete path by your door, walking around and climbing into his car, speeding off. "Go home." Simon mumbles to Paisley. "Hey. You okay?" He asks. You nod your head. "Yeah.." You shake your head. "I'm fine. Just.. yeah." You breathe. "Cmon, I'll make you some tea." He tilts his head for you to follow him. You nod your head, following after him. He leads you into his back door, closing it behind you. You notice Paisley laying in her bed in the living room. "I didn't think you'd be able to hear me." You breathe. "Was worried for a second." You laugh nervously. "Paisley was stressed out, kept harassing me. I happened to notice.” He mumbles. “You were listening?” You ask. “Just.. making sure nothing happened. Suppose it’s a good thing I was though.” He reaches up into his cupboard, shirt rising until you could see the Pistol grip.

You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life.

“Simon?” You say, stepping closer to him. “Yeah?” He asks, turning to face you. Once he’s close enough, you lean in, kissing him hard, cupping his cheeks so that he can’t pull away. “W-woah.” He breathes. “Are you okay?” He asks. “Just kiss me.” You pant. He sets everything he has in his hand down, returning his lips to yours and moving you so that he could pin you up against the countertop, feeling you moan into his mouth. He reaches down, grasping the back of your thighs and lifting you up until you’re on the countertop. You rest your hands on the countertop, pushing your hips forward. Like you wanted him.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks. You pull away, looking at him, reaching forward and raising his shirt up. Getting a good look at his gun. “Nobody’s ever done that for me before.” You look up at him, taking a deep breath. “What? Told some scumbag off?” He laughs. “Defended me.” You breathe. “Seriously? Not ever?” He asks. You shake your head. “Please keep kissing me, Simon.” You whine. He leans into you, kissing you again. Stiffening up when he feels your hand on him through his jeans. He groans into his lips when you palm him hard through them. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. “Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” He breathes. “Yes.” You whine. You sit up, reaching with both of your hands to unbuckle his belt.

He reaches down, hand gripping onto the cool metal of the pistol, setting it down on the countertop. Leaning in to kiss your neck as you pulled his belt apart and started on his jeans. You can’t help but glance at the gun as it sits there. You’re starting to realize just what kind of man Simon is.

A strong military man. A guarded one at that. He’s nice but gruff, quiet and observing. And something you’ve noticed since meeting him, since Paisley got stuck in your fence.

He’s protective of what’s his.

“Simon.” You pant. “What baby?” He breathes.

“I want you.” You breathe. “But.. you.. you’re..” he looks down between the both of you.

“Please, I want you to take my virginity.” You whine. Pushing your hips out. He takes in a deep breath. “Are you sure?” He asks. You nod your head. He pushes his pants down his thighs just enough to reveal himself to you, hearing you sigh when you see the size of him. “S’alright. Will only hurt a minute.” He moves closer to you. He tugs your pants down, discarding them to the side somewhere. Seeing all of you once again. He spits in his hand, focusing it on the tip of his cock. “Are you sure? Once I take it, it’s gone.” He breathes. “I trust you. I want you to take it.” You pant. He pushes your legs open, getting a good look at you. “Just relax for me.” Your heart is racing and he can hear it thumping in your chest from where he stands.

“If you let me do this..” he trails off, circling your opening with his fingers again, going to take his time stretching you out before he takes what’s rightfully his. “You’re mine.” He leans into you. Lips ghosting over your throat, right where your jugular vein sits beneath the surface. “Simon.” You breathe out.

“I think I was always yours.” You look him in the eyes, watching him stiffen at your sentence. Eyes darkening as he stares at you. “Fuck.” He growls, gritting his teeth. He presses the tip of his cock up against your entrance, tip pressing between your sopping wet folds. He forces you to look at him, taking his time thrusting every inch into you. He holds your throat, not cutting off your oxygen but just enough to hold you still. When your eyes flick down to watch him sink into you, he growls. “Look at me.” He growls. “Keep looking at me.”

“Simon.. it hurts.”

“I know baby.” He breathes. “S’alright, just for a minute. One minute.” He pants. You’re so tight on him, he can barely contain himself. He finally closes his eyes, sighing out as he bottoms out inside of you, hearing you cry out. He leans into you, holding you steady as he slides out, rocking his hips into you. “It’s alright. I know it hurts.” He takes in a sharp breath, hating that you hurt so bad, but he felt so fucking good. He keeps a slow, steady pace. Letting you adjust to him. He notices a little bit of blood, but it doesn’t bother him any.

“Simon..” you’re breathless when you say it. “Hm?”

“Fuck me.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can take it, please.” You hiss, pushing your hips into him.

He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tight as he rocks his hips into yours faster, a little harder than before. Pushing your legs up as he slides deeper into you, hearing a gasp leave your lips. “Oh my god-“ you breathe.

He keeps up this pace for a few minutes, letting you get used to him. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

“How does it feel huh?” He pants, voice unsteady and desperate.

“‘M fucking your pussy.” He hisses, feeling you tighten around him. “Took your virginity.” He breathes. “How’s it feel?” He smiles. “It- it feels so good.” You whine. ”I feel so full Simon.” You hiccup with watery eyes. “Yeah? That’s how you’re supposed to feel. Supposed to feel overwhelmed and good.” He chuckles. He rests his hands on the undersides of your thighs, gripping you and keeping your legs open for him. Smiling when he sees you gripping the countertop like your life depends on it. He lifts his shirt up more, showing off more of his toned stomach.

“Fuck!” You cry, letting your head tilt back. He’s picking up his pace, getting you so close. You can feel swirling in your stomach, feeling something building.

A pant leaves your lips and you move up, trying to adjust yourself. “Simon. Feels weird.” You gasp. He lowers his hand to rub at your sensitive clit.

Just a little bit of that and you’re crying out for him. Clenching hard around him, your pussy milking him for every bit of his spunk.

He’s panting hard, moans unsteady as he approaches his orgasm. He’s going to cum hard.

He slides out of you last second, pumping his cock until he finishes on your stomach, groaning out, his body jerking as he finishes. “Oh fuck..” he whines.

After a moment of coming down from your highs, it finally hits you. You’d really just given this man, who’s way older than you, way more experienced than you, who you aren’t even in a relationship with. Your virginity. You’re staring at him with wide eyes as he cleans your skin of his filth, making sure you’re completely clean, even wiping down between your legs. He wants you to be comfortable. He sighs when he sees your nervous appearance. “It’s alright. I know.” He breathes. “Cmon, let’s go warm up by the fire.” He breathes. Lifting you up and bringing you with him to the couch. He sets you down, throwing a blanket over you.

You’re silent for a while. Not nervous or upset, more content than anything.

Simon is so caring of you, and he barely knows you. Which tells you everything you need to know about him. That he’s going to be the best thing for you. That he’ll take care of you. He finally sits down next to you after starting the fire. Throwing an arm around you so that you could lean into his chest. “I’m sorry if I took advantage of you.” He breathes. Hearing you laugh. “You didn’t. I’m a grown woman, I know what I want.” You smile. “Well.. good.” He smiles. “I just hope you don’t want it to be a one time thing.” You mumble.

“I was wondering the exact same thing.” He breathes.

“I know you just got out of a relationship and all but.. you’re mine.”

You smile up at him. “Always.”

“Oh yes, one more thing.” He mumbles, standing up and disappearing up his stairs for a minute, returning back down holding a box.

“Here.” He smiles. You take it from him, confused. “Simon.. I told you not to get me these.” You look up at him. “Open them.”

You open the box up, noticing a brand new pair of shoes. You can’t even imagine how much they probably costed. “Simon this is way too much.” You laugh. “You need new ones, I can help out. Let’s see how they fit.” He kneels down again.

“You’re doing too much for me already.”

He scoffs. “What I’m doing is the bare minimum. You’re just used to below average darling.” He laughs, tying the laces. You can’t help but smile at this.

“Thank you Simon.” You breathe.

“Always.”

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let the mourners come

Title: let the mourners come

Ao3 Link: Only available to Ao3 users

Word Count: 3045

Summary:

It started, as most things do with Danny Fenton, as a joke.

It ended, as most things do with Jazz Fenton, with things better than they were before.

xxXxx

When Danny finally gets a Twitter, it’s during Elon Musk’s shit show takeover. He’s able to secure a good Twitter handle thanks to people leaving en masse and fleeing to Tumblr. He knows about things that happen outside of Amity Park (he is terminally online rather than chronically, after all), but he still doesn’t think anything of using @TheJoker as his handle, even knowing about Gotham City’s clown troubles. It’s just going to be a shitpost account, anyway, one that dances in the chaos of Elon’s electronic graveyard. Nothing will come about him using @TheJoker when he’s merely posting things like, “Just grew a new row of teeth!!! very pointy but can’t go to the dentist anymore bc they might turn me in to the giw.”

So Danny honestly never foresaw The Actual Real Joker breaking out of Arkham Asylum all the way in Gotham City, New Jersey, and deciding to get a Twitter account to terrorize people online as well as offline. And he definitely never foresaw The Joker @’ing him on Twitter, demanding that Danny change his Twitter handle. But, well. Here he was.

[Image Description: A screenshot of a Twitter reply chain, starting with the real Joker @'ing Danny's Twitter account, which uses TheJoker as his Twitter handle. The Joker, who has a verified account, demands that Danny "change your handle", and Danny replies with a simple "no" followed by red heart emoji. The Joker Tweets, "Kid you don't know who you're fucking with," to which Danny replies, "Ye I do ur some dude w/ poor fashion sense and lame jokes. Maybe try badjokesbyjeff bc originality is ugly on u" followed by a shrugging emoticon. The Joker responds, "Check your DMs." Danny then responds, "Perf [happy emoji surrounded by hearts] I've sent you a time and place. Can't wait to beat the shit out of another disgrace of a clown." Someone with the username "Gregg rulz ok" responds to Danny's last Tweet, "Bro is absolutely RATIOING the joker but the clown keeps responding [three skull emojis] embarrassing frfr too bad he's gonna die for realsies".

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Danny is quick to respond and then makes even quicker work of roasting The Joker. This soon results in The Joker DMing him his IP Address and a creative threat. Still, Danny isn’t about to cow to a clown with no respect for the art of clowning. He replies to the DM:

Cool, meet me at the Nasty Burger parking lot in Amity Park IL on tuesday at 2am

The response from The Joker is quick:

Fourteen year olds are too confident these days

Danny rolls his eyes and ignores the influx of notifications from Twitter, and instead makes another Tweet.

Imagine beefing with someone over a Twitter handle lol acc so embarrassing for him

He blackens his screen and stretches in bed, letting his spine pop more than what is humanly possible. He runs his tongue over that second row of teeth, his lips curling into a grin.

xxXxx

Gothamite Twitter is blowing up over The Joker’s social media beef with a faceless shitposting account. Jason, upon finding out about it, has a series of reactions: first, he looks up the shitposter and follows them. Then, he finds the actual chain between the poster and The Joker, and his vision goes vibrant green when he sees that The Joker’s profile picture is of the second Robin, beaten and swollen in an abandoned building in Ethiopia.

When his vision clears and he can breathe without wanting to kill, he likes the shitposter’s replies, and he calls the Replacement to see if the other Bats know already.

“We know,” Tim says in lieu of a hello when the ringing cuts out. “We’re working on it.”

“What, you think anything’s gonna come of it?” But even as Jason asks, he already knows the answer. The Joker is unhinged and once he’s threatened something, he’ll follow up unless he comes up with a “funnier” option.

Tim’s breath hitches, and he says, “I’ve hacked their DMs. Joker knows the kid’s IP address and sent it to him. He knows everything from that address alone.”

He pauses in the middle of suiting up, “Kid?”

He hears Tim swallow, “Yes, kid. He’s fifteen. And he gave The Joker a specific time and place to meet up to fight. In his own hometown.”

“Are— are you fucking kidding me?”

“No. B is already calling Nightwing. We’re taking the Batwing to Illinois.”

“Jesus fuck. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Hood, I—”

“Shut up, I’m already in my gear.” He hangs up without waiting for a response.

He refreshes the Twitter feed and barks a laugh at the newest Tweet:

Jason Todd votes, and the Red Hood leaves his safe house.

xxXxx

A commercial flight to Illinois takes around two and a half hours. In the Batwing, they get there in an hour, and don’t even have to worry about the drive from Chicago to a small speck of a town like Amity Park. They spend the quick flight learning everything they can about Daniel James Fenton, the owner of the Twitter account, and they can all sense the growing tension from (and between) Bruce and Jason.

But, well. Jason doesn’t care. Let them be uncomfortable. It doesn’t compare to being ripped back into life and finding out his dad didn’t even get justice for his death.

When they reach town, it doesn’t take long to find the Fentons’ home. This is in part because Amity Park is a very navigable town, and because of the giant neon sign proclaiming FentonWorks on the side of the building.

“Is that a blimp?” Dick asks. “Why don’t we have a blimp?”

“Where would we keep it?” the Demon Brat counters practically. “Goliath takes up all of the Cave’s extra space.”

Jason rolls his eyes and knows veins would be popping out of Bruce’s forehead if it weren’t for the cowl.

“Let’s go,” Bruce says instead, and they all make their way to the house.

Nightwing, predictably, goes for the front door approach. Jason rolls his eyes as he takes one of the second-story windows and finds his way downstairs.

He gets down at the same time that a redheaded girl answers the door and nearly slams it in Dick’s face. Jason has to suppress snickers at the sight.

“Wait, wait, wait, are you Jazz Fenton? We need to talk to your brother!”

“...We?” she asks, then tenses and turns around to see the rest of the Bats in the hall behind her. Dick takes the opportunity to step in completely, closing the door behind him. “Wha— what’s going on?”

“Where are your parents, Jazz?” Bruce makes every question sound like a demand. Jason rolls his eyes from behind his mask—way to put the teenager at ease, B.

“Why do you need to know?” Her voice has a defensive edge to it. “What do you want with Danny?”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Nightwing comforts. “He didn’t do anything too bad, just said some dumb things online. It’s not his fault.”

This relaxes her, and her shoulders begin un-hunching. “Oh, s-so what’d he do?”

“He foolishly challenged The Joker to a battle in a ‘Nasty Burger’ parking lot tonight.”

“You could’ve had some more tact, Robin,” Nightwing scolds. But the Demon Spawn just crosses his arms.

“He did what?” Jazz shrieks. “Like, The Joker from Gotham? That Joker?”

“Are there others?” Red Hood comments dryly.

Her face goes through several different emotions—disbelief, rage, fear, and then rage again, “DANIEL JAMES FENTON! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!”

There’s a thumping noise, and then frantic footsteps down the stairs.

“Wha? Who died?” asks the figure of a tiny fifteen-year-old, smaller than even Jason had been when he was alone with The Joker. He’s tiny and lanky. Zero muscle definition. Eye bags to rival the Replacement’s. Something ripples in the Pit, deep and distinct, but he can’t name what causes it.

Oh, this kid is so dead.

“Danny,” says Jazz calmly while Danny blinks uncomprehendingly at the heroes in their hallway. She is solemn when she says, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to kill you now.”

“What did I do?”

She stares at him, “Why have you scheduled a fight with The Joker?”

“Oh, that.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Is he taking that seriously?”

“Of course he is, Danny! It’s The Joker! That’s what he does! He can’t differentiate between a joke and reality! He would tear off his own face for the bit!”

“Oof,” is all Danny can muster. He digs his phone out and starts typing before Jazz yanks it out his hand.

“You’re fucking TWEETING about this?” Jazz asks incredulously, and Hood’s hackles rise. She even reads the Tweet aloud, “‘Just found out @TheJ0ker is being fr about fighting me. Sad but i can take a clown.’”

“I was gonna add ‘i’ve done it b4,’ but like the letter and the number four. But yeah.”

“You’re grounded forever.” Danny opens his mouth to protest, but the look Jazz cuts at him is so scathing that he shuts his mouth. Hood is reluctantly impressed—she had what could be cultivated into a fantastic Batglare. She pockets the phone, “You’re never getting this phone back. Taunting The Joker to Amity? Have you any brain cells? What if he brings Joker gas with him, huh? Or any of his goons? What if he starts hurting other people? Have you thought any of this through?”

Danny’s face goes from tired to chastised, his lips drawing into a frown, especially at the mention of other people.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t think that he’d take it so seriously.”

“He sent you your IP Address.”

“I thought that was just a random string of numbers?”

“Oh my god,” Jazz despairs. “Oh my god. Grounded forever. See, I know you're lying to me. I know you're lying because Tucker, the nerdiest tech nerd to have ever been born, is your best friend.”

He rubs the back of his neck, “I tune him out?”

“You’re still lying to me?” Jazz scoffs and turns to Batman, “Do whatever you want with him. I’m not going to defend him from this.”

“Hey!” complained her brother, but Batman just continued on, “Where are your parents?”

“They’re in Sweden for a science convention,” Jazz answers. “They left this morning.”

Damn, Jason curses to himself.

“Jazz, seriously. You’re not gonna let Batman kill me, right?”

“Do you want to be cremated or buried, Danny?” Jazz asks blasély, and Danny gulps, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.

“It’s my Twitter handle,” he mutters petulantly, and Jason can’t believe the gall of this kid. Or maybe stupidity. Audacity’s a good one, too. “If he wanted it, he should’ve gotten it first. And he gives clowns a bad name.”

“Not the clown thing again.” Jazz digs her palms into her eyes, sighs, then turns to the heroes. “He has a whole clown thing ever since Circus Gothica came to town and robbed a bunch of jewelry stores.”

Danny gestures wildly with his hands, as if demonizing clowns was the real problem and not the egomaniacal mass murderer who wanted to murder him for his Twitter handle, “Clowning is an art form, Jazz, and people like Freakshow and The Joker make a mockery of the very serious societal statements that clowns make!”

All of the Bats very carefully Did Not look at Nightwing, who has made very similar rants on quiet patrols.

“You are never leaving this house again,” she says serenely. “And I’m unplugging the wifi router.”

“You would punish even yourself?”

“Oh, little brother. I would watch the world burn if it meant knocking sense into your thick skull.”

“Okay, Christ,” Red Hood finally interrupted the siblings’ melodrama. An unyielding redheaded girl and a mouthy black-haired, blue-eyed boy? They’d fit in a little too well back at the Manor, so Jason needs to cut this shit out before Bruce’s bat-doption instincts start tingling. “Stop. Just… Christ. Stop. Is this how you always interact with each other?”

“Sometimes there’s explosions,” Danny pipes up, a cheeky grin on his face.

Jazz doesn’t dispute it.

Fucking hell. God damn it. I can’t. I just can’t.

Batman doesn’t give anything away, “Robin and Red Robin will be staying here with you until Nightwing, Hood, and I apprehend The Joker. First, we’re going to check the perimeter.”

“Oooh, I get to give the lab tour!”

Lab?

“No lab. You’re grounded. You’ll only be in there for cleaning duty now.”

“Wh– hey! No fair!”

“What’s this lab you two are talking about?” Red Robin asks before Jazz can rip into her brother again.

She sighs, “Our parents’ lab. I’ll show you, but someone needs to stay with Danny.”

“You act like I’m gonna run off and start World War III….”

“I wonder why,” she says sarcastically.

Batman nods to Robin, who nods back, and the rest of them follow Jazz out of the living room to a metal reinforced door. She types in a code—Jason catches the numbers 03-14-99. There’s an assenting beep, and she opens the door, flicking on the lights and leading them down into what is apparently a basement lab.

A stone settles in Red Hood’s stomach, cold and heavy.

The basement is large, likely the floor size of the entire building. There are several work tables, filled with miscellaneous blueprints and spare parts and weapons and tools. Against the farthest wall is another armored door, but what draws Hood’s—and the entire Batclan’s—attention is the south wall, where a circular hole in the wall was glowing a toxic Pit green.

The stone shattered in his stomach, splintering into his body. Is it harder or easier to breathe? Jason can’t tell.

“Wow,” says Nightwing. His voice is cheerful, but Jason can feel the stress beneath it. “Do I even want to know?”

Wasn’t this supposed to just be typical Joker bullshit?

“Our parents are ectobiologists,” Jazz explains nonchalantly, walking further into the lab. “As in, ghost biologists.” She pauses at one of the work tables, picking up a green and white thermos. Pretty boring, considering the rest of their surroundings.

“Ghosts.” Red Robin’s voice is carefully neutral.

“Ghosts,” Jazz reaffirms. “I know. I thought they were crazy at first, too. But I can prove it, if you like.” Then, without waiting for a yes or no, she untwists the thermos, and there’s a bright flash of white, and a whole entire body sprouting out of it.

“WHOO! I’M FREE!” cries the…being, pale and floating and lanky and entirely too big to have fit into a fucking thermos, of all the fucking things. “....And not in the Realms? Wait.” He stops stretching, descending to rest closer to the ground, but still hovering a few inches from the floor. He’s got green eyes and lifeless (ha) blond hair. He’s wearing a trenchcoat and a green skull necklace. Overall, he looks like the type of thug he’d arrest in the Bowery.

“Hello, Johnny.” The man’s—ghost’s?—eyes flicker around each person in the room, his gaze becoming more and more confused and panicked as he takes in each Bat, before settling on Jazz Fenton.

“Why are the fucking Bats here?”

“The Joker’s coming to Amity,” she says. The ghost’s eyes widen. Jazz tilts her head, “How many ghosts would you say passed away in Gotham, Johnny?”

As Jason and the Bats tense, this Johnny guy lets out a wicked laugh, “Oh, Doll, you have the best surprises. Why did we break up?”

“You did try to have my body possessed. That ruins any good relationship.”

“Man, but Kitty’ll love this. Thanks for letting me out of Soup Time, Doll.” He floats higher, “Any advice?”

She throws him the phone she’d confiscated from Danny and he catches it easily, “Everything’s on here. Have fun.”

“What exactly are you planning?” Batman scowls.

Johnny laughs, “Aww, don’t worry, Bats. Peace and love on Planet Earth, or whatever. We’ll make it quick.” Then, as the Bats leap into action as one, Johnny turns invisible, the Batarangs passing harmlessly through where he’d once been floating.

“Where did he go?” Batman turns his scowl, angrier than ever, to Jazmin Fenton, who stares back unflinchingly. “He’s going to solve the problem.”

“You mean he’s going to kill The Joker.”

She shakes her head, “Oh, no. That’d just be asking for him to come back as a ghost. Could you imagine a Joker with powers like invisibility, intangibility, flight, and more? Johnny can be impulsive, but he’s smart. None of them will kill The Joker.”

“Then what are they going to do?” Red Robin asks.

“My parents are ectobiologists,” Jazz repeats from earlier. “But I am more of an anthro-ectopologist. I am concerned with the study of ectoplasmic beings’ societies and cultures. And while it is very ancient, there is protocol in the Infinite Realms—that is, where you go when you die, should you remain after death—to prosecute living criminals who have killed a certain number of Realms citizens. So you don’t have to worry about your moral code, Batman. The Joker will be tried by a much fairer court than Gotham can ever hope to have. No offense.”

Jason stares at Jazz Fenton, who he’d pegged as the sane sibling. He’s not so sure now, but he can’t say he hates it.

“And how do we know it’s a fair trial?” Nightwing asks.

She waves her hand, “Oh, as Gotham’s Knights, you’re key witnesses. I’m sure you’ll be summoned to testify. You will see then. And don’t worry about your secret identities—the dead don’t care much for that sort of thing.”

“So if this is a ‘fair’ trial or whatever, The Joker’s going to be locked up forever?” Jason asks. “I mean, that’s the only option for shit like him.”

Batman sends him a look, but he ignores it.

“Well, there are several different punishments that could be deemed appropriate, but he’ll never be able to set foot in the mortal world again, yes.”

Jason Todd grins, “Oh, I’m glad your brother’s stupid, kid.”

She sighs, long-suffering, “Well, that makes one of us. Still, there’s more important things we should discuss now that you’re here.”

“More important than The Joker trying to kill your brother over a Twitter handle?” Red Robin asks doubtfully.

Jazz smiles, sharp and dangerous, and asks, ”Have you ever heard of the Anti-Ecto Acts?”

xxXxx

Several months later when Danny is finally un-grounded, he Tweets his last three Tweets before Twitter can become the foolishly named X:

Imagine bullying the Joker so hard that it not only lands the Joker in ghost prison BUT it also leads to major law reform in the US lmao someone make the domino effect meme about this pls

Y’allre replying to me with thanks like i did anything other than be an internet troll. My sister literally manipulated local, federal, and interdimensional law so you should be thanking her.

i just a babie 🥺🥺🥺

xxXxx

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