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pt. 2 of mixing two fandoms because why not
kai as felix ft. his two worst nightmares
#cfv#cardfight!! vanguard#fe3h#cardfight!! vanguard fanart#cfv fanart#fanart#aichi sendou#toshiki kai#kai toshiki#sendou aichi#fe3h x cfv#kai has no hidden talent because his whole ass is already on display#dimilix angst mixed with kaichi/kaiai angst#favourite meal#another ponytail on kai because he gotta tame that beast somehow#(just really wants to put kai in a ponytail)#what if emi and shizuka both died in duscur (evil smile)
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Lloyd garmadon hcs (romantic & reg hcs)
A/N: This is first post on here 😭 I’m super into ninjago right now so I might as well write abt it. And Lloyd is super pookie bear 🫶
Romantic:
-When you guys first start dating, Lloyd is a bit distant and awkward since A. He’s never been in a legitimate relationship before and B. He has insane trauma from Harumi.
-But over time, he’ll start to warm up to you and he falls so hard.
-Loves to read comics with you, it’s such a guilty pleasure (and he’s a big nerd.)
-When he’s with you, he’s always holding your hand or resting his hand on your lower back. He’s pretty protective for a lot of reasons lol.
-Very prone to venting to you.
-Every once in awhile, he takes you out in ninjago city for a date on a rooftop of a building. It’s not the best place for a date but he’s not much of a romantic 🤷♀️
-Always takes care of you when you’re sick. He makes soup and tea for you, and sits by your side, holding your hand while talking about whatever.
-He’s such a cuddle bug!! He loves laying on your chest while you tangle your fingers in his hair. And vice versa.
-Loves to kiss you on your face, esp your cheek and your nose. Seeing your face get all blushy after he surprises you with a kiss really makes him happy.
-Feels a little self conscious around you about certain things, like his dad or his oni form since they’re kind of touchy subjects. But a little reassurance from you will help his self esteem a ton.
-he likes it when you braid his hair or play with it in any way,
-if you’re up to it, lloyd loves training with you. Even if he always manages to beat your ass accidentally 😭
-When you two are together, Kai will do EVERYTHING in his willpower to embarrass Lloyd for funsies.
-One time, he totally showed you a picture of when Lloyd was little and that atrocious bowl cut. Let’s just say Kai was locked out of the monastery for a good 3 days 😁
-He would most definitely call you nicknames like “baby” or a shorter version of your full name
-He try’s keeps it simple bc he doesn’t want to be like one of those cringy “pookie bear” couples lmao
-Misako and Wu would definitely love you immediately after Lloyd introduces you (more so misako), no questions asked.
-(based on a rewrite of crystalized I’m writing soon 🫶) Garmadon though? It depends. If you get to know him a bit better, then he’ll probably warm up to you. He’s just a bit weary because of the whole harumi thing.
-Kinda same with the Ninja honestly, but they’ll warm up to you super quick when they see how you treat lloyd and how happy you make him. They just want the best for him is all.
General:
-Lloyd really values his hair, like a ton. He takes super good care of it. And I really like to think after the events of crystalized, he started to actually grow his hair out.
-And by the time of dragons rising, his hair is all the way down to his lower back (he puts it in a low ponytail most of the time for combat reasons.)
-He’s both Japanese and Chinese!
-demiromantic/sexual and omnisexual!!
-Looked up to Nya as a mother figure when he was little, and still does. He loves misako but resents her deep down.
-Has a little stubble in DR, kinda canon but whatevs.
-Has a pretty good singing voice, but only really does it in private.
-Outside of his Gi, the clothes he usually wears is just a jacket, a t-shirt and jeans 😭 he has like 15 jackets in his closet (he’s just like me fr)
-Has scars like all over his body, and some on his face from like the millions of battles he’s been in.
-He’s a little chubby, but has pretty muscular arms (🤭)
-Lloyd has like small non-human features that nod to the fact that he’s half oni and dragon.
-Like pointy ears, sharp teeth, and slitted pupils.
-Sometimes when he’s in his feels, probably around crystalized, he feels as if he wants to abandon his role as the green ninja and live a simpler life. Anakin skywalker core tbh.
-Still has an adoration for candy.
-Every once in awhile, he still heads to Ninjago Doomsday Comix to buy a new issue of a comic he likes.
-He would probably enjoy music like Radiohead. He’s THE boy loser ever.
A/N: I can’t think of much else but I hope you guys enjoyed these!! I’ll write at my own pace for a little bit and then I’ll open requests. I gotta make a carrd sometime soon lmfao 😭
( @weirdotaku1000 these are the hcs I was working on!!)
#y’all have no clue how much excited I am rn 😭#I’ve had this blog for like 2 years and haven’t posted a damn thing other than the intro which was 10 MONTHS AGO#lloyd garmadon#ninjago lloyd#lloyd garmadon x reader#lego ninjago#ninjago#lego ninjago x reader#ninjago x reader
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☆ txt's reaction to you playing with their hair.
⊹ . ♡ pairings. txt x gn!reader. fluff. 0.5k wc. warnings: established relationship. ࿐ ♡ ˚ .
연준. YEONJUN
genuinely loves it. make as many little braids as you want, put in whichever pretty hair slides, everything's okay with him. he thinks it's cute how excited you get when he lets you style his hair.
he probably likes it the most too, enjoying the relaxing feeling of you brushing his hair gently as you make a few small braids and gather them into a ponytail in the back. once you're done he'll proudly take a selca and post it on social media.
he'd want to return the favor if you let him, though, positioning you carefully on his lap and frowning in concentration, tongue sticking out just a little as he styles your hair.
수빈. SOOBIN
he's super dramatic, acting like every little movement you make hurts, gasping in pain whenever you even slightly tug on his hair.
he sits still though, letting you have your fun. he's cross legged on the ground with you sitting on the couch behind him, gathering his shiny dark hair into tiny ponytails and securing them with cute fruit-themed hair bands.
soobin doesn't really understand why you think he's adorable with little ponytails, but if it makes you happy, he doesn't mind.
just know he'll bring up how you "yanked his hair so hard you almost pulled it out" (he's making it up), demanding kisses and cuddles all night long as a reward for sitting still.
범규. BEOMGYU
he fidgets the whole time, complaining at how long it takes. once you're done though, and he sees two tiny ponytails sprouting from either side of his head, he's quite happy. he lays on the charm, acting all cute and posing with his face between his hands, making kissy lips at you.
his ears turn pink when you lean in to kiss his lips though, and he'll quickly insist on doing something with your hair as well, attempting to hide just how flustered you make him.
태현. TAEHYUN
tyun stoically sits through all the tugs and yanks you give his hair as you try to make a ponytail on top. it hurts a little but he bears it heroically, after all, you're having fun, and seeing his baby happy is all that matters.
draws the line at a second ponytail though. he lets you put a few sanrio hairclips in his hair and then pulls you onto his lap to take a selca together, squishing his cheek against yours as he gives the camera a thumbs up.
he's removing all your efforts the moment he's done taking pictures, but he makes sure you know he appreciated the gesture. although in the future, he'd be much happier styling your hair instead of letting you experiment on him.
휴닝카이. HUENING KAI
like yeonjun, he'd be more than willing. in fact, he's enthusiastic, grinning when you show him the cute hairclips and bows you're planning on decorating his hair with.
he'll try to sit extremely still while you work your magic, twisting his hair this way and that— sitting still enough to make you tell him "don't forget to breathe, hyuka."
once you're done, he's excitedly glancing in the mirror and praising your handiwork, cooing "ahhh, my baby's so talented!", taking a dozen selcas and proudly sending them to his members on the group chat.
he'd be full of praises for you for the foreseeable future, and would definitely ask you to style with his hair again. <3
#txt x reader#txt x gn reader#txt headcanons#txt x male reader#yeonjun x reader#soobin x reader#beomgyu x reader#taehyun x reader#huening kai x reader#txt fluff#txt scenarios#txt imagines#txt soft hours#txt soft thoughts#txt drabbles
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𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔
„𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑?”
CW;; general content. afab!reader, no sex, all fluff and the cute stuff. teen!geto, teen!gojo, no uses of y/n. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.
: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.
: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.88K
dark mode recommended
do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.
𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; since christmas is on monday,, why not make a themed story with the non-sorcerer hater?? in his teens ofc. hope ya enjoyyyyy reblog to support meeeee and if you want more :D
another note: trying a new layout 😵💫 i’ll see if i like it or not.
“satoru, no..” geto rolled his eyes. it was christmas time. a chilly saturday afternoon and suguru was going to cook a christmas dinner.
a ham (which he told himself that he’d buy on his own), yams, macaroni and cheese, dressing. whatever popped into his head to cook…another thing for him to groan at when he was struggling to follow the directions. and gojo attempting to bring his nonsense into his home wasn’t gonna solve anything.
“why nottt? you’re bringing that girl over, why can’t i come?” gojo asked. geto wasn’t really listening, he was in the middle of feeding his snake, suguru, which he named after himself because he couldn’t think of anything better and eventually, he thought the name fit.
“geto?”
“ah, sorry. like i said, no. you’ll make a mess and you’ll have kay all pissed off because you keep pulling on her tail. then you whine when she scratches you.” geto finally replied. kay was geto’s fluffy white cat with blue eyes. she loved being around geto and anyone else who he willingly brought around…but with gojo it was a love-hate relationship.
“she jumped on me first..” gojo trailed off. geto sighed, still holding the phone up to his ear. he knew that if he kept denying gojo of stopping by, he’d probably just pop up without his permission anyway.
“hurry up and get here.” geto said a bit sternly despite the small smile on his face. “and would you bring me some saké? i ran out last night.”
“on my way!” gojo beamed before hanging up. geto adjusted his sweater and shook his head as he placed his phone down on the counter. the slim male would put his hair up into his usual ponytail and begin to take everything out of the cabinets that he needed to cook.
kay would meow a bit loudly over the clanging of pots and pans, assuming that she’d get some food too.
“right…” geto sighed. “gimme a second.”
quickly, geto walked over to the cat feeder that he ordered off amazon a couple weeks ago and pressed the button to dispense some food and immediately, kay ran past him to eat her food.
the male felt like he was already about to go crazy because of all the things he had been doing at once. turning on the speaker, geto would turn on a song that he remembered that you recommended to him. he loved hearing your recommendations, even though he never listened half the time and he’d play it off like he forgot.
‘no one knows’ by brent faiyaz began playing from his tv and geto was already enjoying himself while he had been waiting on you and his second guest. he’d light a cigarette as he vibed to the song playing from his tv, sliding around the hardwood floor in his socks.
“one stick of butter…three tablespoons of flour…” geto mumbled the ingredients you wrote down to make macaroni, his index finger underlining each word as he read.
as geto began to cook, mixing ingredients together and tossing the partially finished product into the oven, the doorbell rang. he was kinda hoping it was gojo since he was getting thirsty. his choice was incorrect though. upon his snow covered doorstep, he saw you all bundled up in your cute puffy winter coat, grey scarf with a matching hat.
“hi,” you smiled at him as you stepped into the house, gently stomping the snow off your boots on the carpet. geto hugged you and gently kissed your head.
“hey, you been okay?” geto asked as he’d walk back into the kitchen. you take off your coat and everything you’ve been wearing to keep your warm and put it up on one of the clothing hangers in his closet.
“yeah, i’m fine besides nearly sliding off the road from the ice,” you chuckled. kay rubbed her head against your leg, greeting you before walking off. “you?”
“i just woke up not too long ago. i wanted to hurry up and cook before i forgot and i starve to death.” geto answered. you follow geto into the kitchen, and the place already smelled nice. this was normal behavior for geto though. he always kept things clean and smelling good. he’d freak out if someone (gojo) stepped on his carpet with his shoes on.
“you wouldn’t starve to death. you know i’ll come bring you something to eat…my family cooks still.” you say. geto nodded, barely listening to you as he quickly grabbed out some cups, expecting some saké when gojo made it there.
speaking of gojo, the front door swings open and a freezing gust of wind blows through the house. geto’s head snapped over to the front door and his pupils retracted out of pure shock and slight irritation.
“close the door, dammit.” geto shouted. gojo sprung through the door holding a brown paper bag and shut the door behind him.
“i’m here!” gojo said in a sing song tone.
“hey, jack frost.” you chuckled at gojo’s goofy entrance into your boyfriend’s home. it was a bit funnier knowing that geto was already sizzling in irritation.
“about time,” geto grumbled before snatching the bag from the icy haired male and peeking down into the bag. he pulled the glass from the bag and saw that it wasn’t exactly what he asked for. he sighed.
“i said saké not soju. and what the hell is this?” geto pulled out a treat that was wrapped up and a small paper bag.
“same difference…and it’s kikufuku,” gojo smiled, “i bought one but they gave me two extra. pretty interesting coincidence, huh?”
“you’re a pain in my ass already.” geto huffed, taking a bite out of the sweet treat. he raised his eyebrows, clearly enjoying it. the male held up the treat to your lips, which you would take a bite out of also. it was pretty good. you were expecting to hate it.
“go sit on the couch. don’t touch shit, don’t look at shit, just relax. i’m going to the store to go get a ham.” suguru instructed to gojo but he already had a feeling that gojo just wouldn’t listen.
“yes sir.” gojo put his thumb up before he’d pour himself some soju in one of the cups that geto had set out on the kitchen island and walked to the living room.
geto turned to you, taking a small drag from his cigarette. “you wanna go with me or do you wanna stay with …” geto pointed over in gojo’s direction. you smiled and nod.
“hey, i’m still here.” gojo shouted.
“shut up and drink your soju.”
twenty minutes later, you and geto arrive at the supermarket. the place was busy and geto wanted to be home as soon as he got the ham. while geto wanted to be in and out, you were wandering around, your eyes sparkling at the christmas decorations but grimacing when you saw the amount of krampus christmas cards on the shelves.
“ew..” you mumbled at the ugly art before walking off to find something else to entertain you. after a bit of walking, you found yourself in the bakery section. it smelled amazing. a bunch of fresh cookies and cupcakes were set out on the shelves and you couldn’t help but pick up a couple boxes. surely geto wouldn’t care.
“you’re gonna eat all this?” you heard a familiar voice say. you turned around to see geto who had been holding onto the shopping cart that had a bag, which you assumed was the ham.
“well, no. i was thinking that we have a little christmas party. all the food you’re making isn’t gonna be enough for just you and me…and gojo if you even invite him over for dinner.” you suggest. geto hummed.
“no.” he said bluntly. “eat all that stuff and share with gojo…you know how much he likes sweets and all that other junk.”
you sigh, knowing full well that geto would say no. as much as he liked being festive, he wasn’t going for a full on party. not at his place at least.
“you know what…i’ll think about it.” geto said. he didn’t wanna be a grinch but he also didn’t feel like looking at your sad and mopey face for the rest of the day because he said no to a christmas party.
your eyes light up and a big smile stretches across your lips before you hug geto tightly, obviously excited. suguru sighs but he smiles a bit himself. he couldn’t lie, he did enjoy seeing you happy. why not give your idea a chance?
when you both arrived back home, geto fumbled with the keys for a moment, his hands aching from the cold. when the door was finally unlocked, the cold winds rushed through the door, pushing the smoke that was coming from the kitchen out of the way. geto wasn’t worried because he didn’t smell any burning food. it was probably his incense.
geto was shocked. so shocked he almost dropped the food. he was able to hold onto it. the house was a bit of a mess. suguru was gone out of his terrarium, gojo was nowhere in sight at the moment, and kay…well she was fine. she was sitting on the cat tree looking more annoyed than choso on a wednesday morning.
“satoru!” geto yelled as he placed the ham down onto the kitchen island and began walking around the house quickly to find gojo. “i’m gonna kill him.” you heard the black haired male mumble as he checked each room…even the storage room.
gojo emerged from the dining room with suguru hanging around his shoulders. he had been wearing his round sunglasses and that white dress shirt that had the sleeves rolled up. the male lifted his hand and pulled the glasses down from over his eyes.
“oh. hey guys.” gojo smiled before geto took off his shoe and threw it at the other, aiming straight for the head. you couldn’t help but laugh when you heard the sound of the shoe hitting gojo’s head then bluntly hit the floor.
“satoru…” geto began, “what did i tell you when you first got here?” his teeth were clenched together and he had a smile on his face that obviously wasn’t very friendly.
“um…you said,” gojo paused, thinking of what was said. gojo knew better but he just wanted to make geto even more angry. “you said look at shit, touch shit…and don’t relax.”
“that isn’t what i said you mono-brain celled monkey.” geto hissed. he’d walk over to gojo, taking suguru off of his shoulders and returning the snake to his terrarium.
“you’re lucky i’m not gonna make you clean up.” geto grumbled before pouring himself some of the soju that he swore up and down that he didn’t want to drink because he had a taste for saké instead.
“seriously?” gojo raised his eyebrows before being hit in the head with geto’s other shoe.
“get your ass in that living room and clean this hell hole up. and do it right!” geto glared at the icy haired male but his yelling and angry looks only made gojo laugh.
“okay okay, i’ll go clean. don’t drink up all the—”
“move it!”
𝐄𝐍𝐃.
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day fourteen of KINKTOBER → blowjob
w/ huening kai
warnings! : none!
"It feels good when you... do that." kneeling between huening kai's legs was something you enjoyed a lot. Coming home after a long day, taking a shower is only your second favorite thing to do. Number one is putting your hair in a ponytail and sucking off Hyuka. You don't force anything, you just tease him until he eventually asks you himself, begging you to put him in your mouth.
You rested your hand on the base of his cock, while you focused on the tip, using your tongue to lick up on the side. You rubbed his thigh with your other hand, causing more friction to him, making his dick twitch some time. Kai leaned back in his chair, head tilted back as far as he can, hips pushing up into your mouth. The moan he let out at those times only made you go faster, making him louder with each move. "If you don't stop I'll cum into your mouth." Hyuka reached for your hand, grabbing your wrist to stop you, but not using much power as it really wasn't something he wanted. He wanted to cum into your mouth and watch you swallow his hot load as you looked him in the eye. He wanted you to suck him dry until he can't cum anymore.
"Please stop..." he now gripped your arm, pulling it a bit towards him, but his hips only slipped further down to let you have more access. You looked up searching for his gaze, but he couldn't look at you. It all felt so good he wasn't able to open his eyes or move any other part of his body from his hips. "Please, please.." you weren't sure anymore if he was begging you to continue or to stop, but either way he only wanted to cum anyway.
His moans turned into loud whines, a fist formed by his hand. You wanted to tell him all the thoughts those sounds created in your mouth, but you weren't about to stop for speaking. You had to finish him off before anything else. "I'm going to..." he couldn't finish as he came right into your mouth. "Fuuuuuuck." he whined, his whole body shaking as he cried out your name multiple times. "Why didn't you stop, hmm?" he asked breathing out heavily his voice still high as he was still enjoying the aftermath of his orgasm. "Now you're all dirty." he opened his eyes, lustful gaze looking at you. "Why don't you help me clean up?"
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Save a Horse (D.R.W/S.F.K)
Summary: Danny convinces Sam to go to a new line dancing bar in town. A gay bar. On a steal night. When they’re both secretly head over heels in love with each other. What could go wrong?
Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka
Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, smut (minors DNI), some angst
Word Count: 11.3 k
Warnings: they’re both oblivious idiots so it takes them a fat minute to confess their feelings, major douche oc, non-consensual touching (not graphic), smut, oral sex, anal sex (fingering and penetration), Sam’s a bottom what’s new
A/N: I would like to thank hearts-hunger for posting a short blurb about Danny dragging Sam along to a line dancing bar, that was what first put the idea in my head that led to… all this. Thank you for reading!
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“Will you please just come with me tonight, Sam? You have nothing better to do anyways!” Danny pleads with the other man.
"For the last time, Daniel,” Sam replied, stressing his name as he closes the empty cabinet usually filled with alcohol and turns towards him, “You know me, I don’t line dance. I don’t even listen to country music.”
“It’s easy, just let me lead? Listen I really want to check this new place out, Austin told me about it last week, and I can’t go alone. He said tonight is bring your own partner night and to be honest, I’m a little embarrassed to ask anyone else.” He says quietly, looking down at the countertop as he mindlessly traces shapes onto the surface of it with his finger. “I’ve never been, but Austin promised it’s not like, too ‘hick’ of a bar.”
Sam sighs, bracing himself on the same counter with both hands as he leans towards Danny. “Fine. BUT, before you go looking too excited its only because; one, I’m out of all my good alcohol, two, you keep flashing those big doe eyes at me and you know I always give in when you look all sad like that, and three, I’m taking Austin’s word that it’s not ‘too hick’.” Danny beams at the other man, mood already lifting as Sam continues, “What’s this place called anyways? Have I ever heard of it?”
“I doubt you have, Austin told me it’s downtown and pretty underground, even for a new place.” He scratches the back of his head, focusing once again on the counter in front of him as he mumbles the rest of his answer. “He said it’s called uh… Bradley’s Honky Tonk.”
Sam raises his eyebrows, “I’m sorry you might have to speak up because, to me, it sounded like you just said this bar wasn’t ‘too hick’ and right after, told me that it was called fucking Bradley’s Honky Tonk.”
Danny briskly makes his way towards the front door as Sam trails behind him, speaking fast enough to prevent Sam from interrupting him, but not so fast he would have to stop and repeat himself. “You already agreed to go, I promise it’ll be fun, I’ll pick you up at 8, kay byeee.” He blurts out, shutting the door in Sams’ face.
“Thanks Daniel, alright see you then Daniel.” Sam grumbles out, voice laced with annoyance at his friends speedy departure. He catches his reflection in the mirror by his door, noticing his old band tee and unbrushed hair for the first time that day. “Oh god. What the fuck do I even wear?”
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Pulling into Sam’s driveway at 8:26 pm, only 26 minutes late (which Danny was considering record speed), he sat nervously in the driver’s seat waiting on his friend. He fidgets with a few strands of hair, his racing mind fueled by anxiety suddenly deciding that it must look horrible down, despite the time he spent in front of his mirror at home fixing almost every single curl until it sat just perfect. Flipping the cover up on the mirror of his sun visor he begins pulling his hair into a loose ponytail, leaving the bottom half out as he feared the old hair tie he kept in his car for emergencies wouldn’t be strong enough to hold all of it. Making eye contact with himself in the small mirror, he lets out a shaky breath. “Relax Danny, this is fine, it’s fine. Are you going line dancing with your best friend who you’ve stupidly been in love with since 8th grade? Yeah, but it’s fine. Completely platonic…right?”
He slams the visor up, groaning as his head falls back in frustration, hitting the head rest. “Yeah, I am so fucked.” he whispers before the passenger door swings open and Sam all but throws himself into the seat.
“Well, well, well,” Sam says in an exaggerated Southern accent, “Lookin’ mighty fine there Daniel.” He eyes the other man, attention going from the black crystal necklace Danny rarely took off, to his Howlin’ Wolf muscle tee, down his long legs clad in loose fit dark blue jeans, and finally catching a glimpse of his black lace-up combat boots. Sam secretly adored when Danny wore them around him, as the soles made him an inch or two taller than he already was, causing Sam to have to look up ever so slightly at Danny when in close proximity. “Surprised to see you’re not in cowboy boots. Your pair too classy for Bradley’s Honky Tonk?”
Danny rolls his eyes, putting his car into reverse and backing out of Sam’s driveway. He almost misses Sam’s sharp inhale as he places his hand on the shoulder of the passenger seat, allowing him to turn enough to look out the back window; instead he ignores it, thinking he must have imagined something out of hope.
“Shut the fuck up Sam.” Danny replies with no real malice or annoyance behind his words. “And I was thinking about wearing them but changed my mind, didn’t like how they looked with these jeans.” He glances over at Sam as he puts his car into drive, taking in the tiger’s eye pendant around his throat, his maroon button up with only the bottom two buttons done, down to his faded blue jeans and brown Chelsea boots, his eyes finally coming back up to settle on Sam’s freshly washed hair, now held back in a loose French braid. “You can’t say shit about my outfit, Sammy. Button that shirt a little more and swap those Chelsea boots for a worn pair of cowboy boots and you’ll fit right in with half the crowd.”
Sam dramatically gasps, slapping his hand over his heart and putting on his best act at being offended by the other man’s jest. “How could you say that to me Daniel? Comparing me to true Tennessee country boys; and I thought we were friends.” He gives Danny one last sad look before he drops the bit, and lets a full grin spread across his face.
Danny gives him an amused chuckle, keeping his eyes on the road as he lightheartedly grumbles, “God you’re such a drama queen.” under his breath.
“True, but that’s why you love me.”
Danny feels his face heat, sure that his cheeks are tinted pink from Sam’s passing comment. Lucky for him, Sam doesn’t notice as his attention is caught by something sitting on the back seat.
“No. Fucking. Way.” Sam says, confusing Danny momentarily before he reaches behind the driver’s seat and pulls out the worn black leather cowboy hat Danny had decided to grab at the last minute. With a shit-eating grin plastered on his face he settles the hat on his own head, causing Danny to choke on his own spit after looking over. His face turns an even fiercer shade of pink as he not only coughs for air, but also tries to keep the fluttering of his heart at bay.
“You brought a fucking cowboy hat? Yeah, ok and I’m the one that could ‘fit right in’.” Sam teases, too amused to question the state of his best friend.
After regaining the ability to fully breathe, Danny reaches over, snatching the hat off his head and tossing it behind him and out of Sam’s reach. “Hey, what the fuck-“ Sam starts.
He’s cut off by Danny, still blushing vividly and trying to keep his voice even. “Uh there’s kind of this ‘rule’ that you should know about. With cowboy hats. So you don’t accidently give someone the wrong vibe tonight.” He glances nervously over at Sam, who’s staring at him with mild confusion painted across his face. “They say, ‘wear the hat, ride the cowboy’. Uh, basically it means if someone puts their cowboy hat on you, or you take someone else’s hat, it means that they, and/or you, want to… fuck.”
“Oh.” Sam replies, staring out the windshield. Oh. A blush creeps across his cheeks and he clears his throat, hoping to ease the tension that had settled between them. “Well uhm, thanks for the heads up.”
“Yep, mhm, yeah uh no problem.” Danny mumbles out. Well that was fucking smooth. God you’re such an idiot, he probably knows and just never wanted to say anything. He’s pulled from his thoughts as they arrive at the bar, its name illuminated in neon rainbow lights. Struggling to find a parking spot, he drives a block down, eventually finding an empty space in the lot of a random mom and pop stop style restaurant already closed for the night. “Busier than I thought it would be.” Danny comments half to himself as the men get out of the car.
“Hey Danny boy,” Sam calls over the hood of the car, “Don’t forget that cowboy hat, partner.”
Danny rolls his eyes, smiling despite himself. “Fuck off Sam.” he replies, before opening the back door of his car and grabbing the hat off the floor where it had fallen. He places the hat on his head, earning a teasing wolf whistle from Sam, before he locks his doors and makes his way towards his friend.
The pair start towards the bar, passing small groups of people and couples already leaving the bar, stepping out for a smoke break, or heading inside like Sam and Danny were. They pass a group of women all standing around in a semi-circle laughing and talking while puffing on various cigarettes and vape pens. In their platform heels, they were all taller than both boys, with flashy and over the top outfits, hair, and makeup.
A woman near the center of the group with blond hair piled impossibly tall on her head eyes Danny. Her long nails are painted blood red, the end of a cigarette between her fingers, burning dangerously close to the lacquer. She wore a cropped leather jacket in a similar shade almost fully zipped up, and tight leather shorts with fishnet stockings. Her cowgirl boots gave her maybe an inch of height, yet she still towered over Sam and Danny as they passed.
“Love the hat, sweetie.” She says in Danny’s direction, winking at the end of her sentence, surprising both boys with a voice deeper than either expected.
“Oh uhm, thank you ma’am.” Danny replies nervously, continuing along the path with Sam by his side.
Once out of the earshot of the group, Sam voices what both men were thinking. “So that was a drag queen, yeah?”
“Yeah, think they all were.” answers Danny, nerves creeping into him.
Sure, Austin was gay, but he didn’t want to assume that it was a gay bar just because he was. And he would have told Danny it was a gay bar… right? Whatever, he thought, either way it was too late to back down now.
The pair arrive at the door and, after showing one of the bouncers stationed at the entrance their ID’s, enter the building. Their senses are immediately bombarded, from the rainbow strobe lights, to the intense smell of sweat, to the blaring music. Danny manages to recognize the song, despite the cacophony of noise surrounding him.
“But I’m gonna be where the lights are shinin’ on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Ridin’ out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo.”
Ok, definitely more of a queer country song but that doesn’t mean anything. Right?
Unlike Danny, Sam does not recognize the song or pay any mind to it, instead taking in the room before him. It’s interesting, Sam thinks to himself, most of the people dancing together are same sex couples. Huh, wouldn’t expect to see that in a Tennessee line dancing bar.
Danny clears his throat, grabbing the other boys attention as he leans in to talk over the music; “Want to go get a drink first?”
“Do you even have to ask?” he replies, already making his way towards the bar.
They find it packed, and Danny just manages to squeeze in as a woman with short, buzzed hair and dark purple lipstick walks away drink in hand, leaving a spot open. Sam presses himself against Danny’s back, leaning in to talk right into Danny’s ear. He doesn’t hear the hitch in Danny’s breath as their bodies make contact, music and conversation drowning it out as he begins to speak. “Hey, I think I just saw a table for two open up, I’ll go save us some seats. Order me something? I don’t care what, surprise me.”
Danny half turns to respond, but Sam is already halfway across the room, making a beeline for the only empty table left in the venue. He smiles at his friend’s dedication, turning again towards the wall of alcohol behind the counter and catches the eye of one of the bartenders as she makes her way towards him.
“What can I get you tonight, hun?” she questions, drying her hands on a bar rag as she waits for his answer.
“Uh Rum and Coke for me, please.” He starts.
She grabs a nearby glass, reaching for a bottle behind her. “And for your boyfriend?”
Danny’s heart skips a beat. “What?”
She looks at him expectantly. “That man that just walked away from you, maroon shirt, long hair in a braid. You ordering for him?”
She thinks Sam and I are a couple. Danny’s cheeks flush as he tries to organize his thoughts enough to order something for Sam. “Oh uh, yeah. He’ll have a Dirty Shirley.”
“You got it.” She sets Danny’s drink down in front of him, replacing the bottles she had used and grabbing new ones from the heavily stocked shelf behind her.
“Oh, and can you put 4 Maraschino Cherries in instead of just one or two?”
She smiles at him, “Of course, hun. Your man got a sweet tooth?”
He looks down at his drink, indulging himself in the idea of Sam being his man for a few seconds. “Yeah, something like that.”
He glances in Sam’s direction as she makes his drink, only to find Sam already staring directly at him. He quickly looks away when he makes eye contact with Danny, seeming to be extremely intrigued by the lights near the DJ’s table all of a sudden.
Why was he staring at me? Maybe I’m taking too long. Did he blush? No, don’t be stupid Danny, it’s just the lighting.
The bartender pulls Danny’s attention away from the man across the room still avoiding his gaze by setting Sam’s drink down in front of him. “Here ya are, hun.”
Danny thanks her, pays for the drinks, and makes his way through the various throngs of people gathered here and there, both drinks in hand. He approaches the table, setting down their glasses as Sam looks at his, and finally looks at Danny again, a wide smile on his face.
“A Dirty Shirley with 4 Maraschino Cherries, how’d you know?”
Danny returns his smile and shrugs, “It’s your favorite. And the last time Jake came back with our drinks and yours only had 2 cherries instead of 4 like you asked, you got all pouty for like 30 minutes, how could I forget?”
Sam’s smile softens as he takes in Danny’s features, watching the path of his hand bring his glass to his mouth to take a sip. His eyes linger on Danny’s lips for longer than he cares to admit, watching his tongue flit out to lick them. He tears his gaze away, looking upwards to find Danny already softly looking at him. Sam’s cheeks redden as he looks down at his own drink, praying that Danny didn’t notice the bright blush on his face in this light, or the fact that he was not-so-platonically staring at his lips.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, hopefully the line isn’t too long.” Danny starts. “Watch my drink for me, will you?”
Sam looks up at his friend again and attempts to ignore what had just happened by nonchalantly popping one of the cherries into his mouth. “You got it.”
With that Danny walks away from the table, following the signs pointing towards the bathroom until he disappears out of sight. Sam groans, leaning forward until his forehead hits the cool resin of the table.
I need to not be sober to make it through the rest of this night, jesus christ. He sits up again, grabbing his glass and bypassing the thin straw intended for sipping, instead taking a large gulp of his drink, letting the familiar refreshing taste calm his nerves momentarily.
He places the glass back on the table, too focused on the action and his nerves still making his stomach twist to notice the, quite sparkly, man approaching him.
“Howdy there, sugar. Such a damn shame to see such a sad look on such a pretty man’s face.” He smiles at Sam, before continuing. “Been watchin’ you since you walked in here. What happened? Your boyfriend leave you all on your lonesome?”
Sam looks the man up and down, from the white cowboy hat on top of his head, to the embroidered and bedazzled black button up shirt, down to his slim black bootcut jeans, adorned with the largest and flashiest belt buckle Sam had ever seen, and finally landing on the expensive looking black cowboy boots on his feet, complete with silver heel and toe fittings.
He sits in the seat across from Sam, the one he had saved for Danny. Sam eyes the man, reaching over and sliding Danny’s glass away from the stranger, towards his now half-empty drink. He looks the man straight in the eye, still not returning his smile. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Well it looks like he ain’t tryin hard to be, leavin you all alone and all.”
Sam rolls his eyes, looking down at his drink in his hand, absentmindedly swirling the contents around. “It’s not like that, he’s just a friend. And I’m sorry I don’t mean to sound rude but, can I help you?”
The man barks out a laugh. “Hell that was just about the funniest damn thing I’ve heard all day. ‘He’s just a friend’. You’re tellin’ me he brought you to a gay line dancin’ bar, on a steal night, and he ain’t tryin’ to get any further than ‘just friends’. I’m sorry but that is bull fucking shit, sugar.”
Sam zones the man’s voice out for a second, too lost in thought.
Oh my god. This is a gay bar. That explains… so much. Wait did… did Danny know this was a gay bar? No, he would have told me if he knew.
“Anyways, darlin’, I was actually hoping you could help me. My name’s Dawson. Dallas Dawson.”
Sam gives Dallas a blank stare, mind still caught up with all the new information he had provided to Sam about the bar, his mind unintentionally wandering to Danny’s intentions.
Where the fuck is Danny?
“This is the part where you tell me your name, doll.” Dallas laughs, it feels cruel to Sam, as if it’s at his expense. “Sure as hell is a good thing you’re pretty.”
There it is. God this guy is an asshole.
“Samuel. My name is Samuel.” He responds, not caring if he sounded cold to Dallas.
“Well then Sammy boy, pleased to make your acquaintance. This your first time at a line dancin’ joint?”
Danny’s the only one that can call me Sammy.
He clears his throat, offering a brief, “Yep.”, and nothing else.
“Well then, looks like we can help each other, sugar. Since your friend ain’t here, and ‘don’t got any intentions with you’, how’s about I buy you a cold Budweiser and we get to know each other better. Maybe get a dance or two in, I can show you the ropes.” He punctuates his last sentence with a wink, smugly smiling at Sam as if he just used the world’s best pick up line.
God I fucking hate Budweiser.
“Actually, we just got drinks, although I’m sure he appreciates the offer.” Relief floods Sam as he sees Danny approach their table. “And, he agreed to be designated driver tonight so probably shouldn’t have more than what he’s already got.”
Dallas looks between Sam and Danny, scoffing as he sizes Daniel up. “Well looky here folks, looks like Sammy boys keeper came back for him.”
“Not his keeper, just an old friend. Which, speaking of, I sure would love for you to stay and chat but,” the sarcasm in his voice is almost palpable, and Sam begins to worry that Dallas might try to start something with Danny based off the way his jaw is clenched as he stares the other man down. “Sam and I haven’t seen each other in a while, have a lot of catching up to do.” Danny flashes Dallas a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and steps to the side, signaling for Dallas to get out of his chair.
Dallas looks over at Sam, offering a genuine smile. “Well darlin’, I know when I’m not wanted.” He stands up, winking at Sam before continuing. “Hope to see you around, Sammy.” He takes one final look at Danny before walking off into the crowd.
Sam lets out a sigh of relief and slides Danny’s drink back across the table towards him as he takes the seat previously occupied by Dallas.
“Are you ok, Sammy?” Daniel asks, genuine concern in his voice and painted across his features. He resists the urge to reach out and take Sam’s hand in his own; to gently rub his knuckles with his thumb to comfort him.
He looks at Danny, forcing a smile onto his face. “Yeah, that guy was such a douche, am I right?” He laughs lightly, trying to clear his mind and the air between them. “You are surprisingly good at lying, Daniel Wagner. Care to explain that?” He cocks his eyebrow at the other man, awaiting his response.
Danny shrugs, “Anything to get that asshole away from you.”
Sam offers a small smile to him, “Thank you, I appreciate it. So uh, subject change but, this is a gay bar.”
“Yeah, kinda have pieced that together over the evening. I promise, I didn’t know. Austin just told me this was a new line dancing bar, I swear he never mentioned anything about it being a gay bar.” Danny blurts out, worried that Sam might think he’s trying to make unwanted advances.
“Don’t worry, I believe you.” He smiles at Danny, a genuine smile, which helps ease the anxiety building in the other man. “Also, Dallas the Douchebag Dawson said something about this being a steal night? Do you know what that means?”
Danny’s face drops as suddenly, all the pieces click together.
Oh, I am going to kill Austin. He is pretty much the only person that knows about my feelings for Sam, and now that I think about it, he was the one to suggest I ask Sam to come with me tonight. Slick bastard.
“Uh, yeah I do actually. Sometimes bars will hold ‘steal nights’, where the whole point of it is to steal someone else’s partner mid dance. There’s a rule where you’re not supposed to steal someone’s partner if they’re new to it, but if you’d like to leave I completely understand.” Danny avoids looking at Sam by taking a long swig of his slightly watered-down drink.
“I know how much you wanted to come tonight, Danny. I’m fine staying.” Sam says as softly as he can while still being able to be heard over the noise surrounding them.
Danny looks at Sam surprised, furrowing his eyebrows. “Are you sure? I know this wasn’t your scene anyways and after that asshat and the whole misunderstanding about the bar, I don’t want to make you stay if you don’t want to.”
“Yes Daniel, I’m sure.” he reassures. “Besides, you need to show me how to line dance. You wouldn’t make me come all the way out here just to go home without a dance, would you?”
Danny’s face lights up, “Really?” he questions eagerly.
“No, I was just fucking with you for shits and giggles.” Sam deadpans before letting a smile grace his features once more. “Yes, really. After we finish our drinks, I expect you to swoop me off my feet on that dance floor.”
Danny laughs, full and bright, “Alright then, sounds like a deal then, Sammy.” His gaze lingers on his best friend for a few moments longer, before he forces himself to look out at the sea of people occupying the dance space as they sip their drinks in comfortable silence. Sam is the first one to break it when a song he recognizes starts playing.
“Holy shit Danny, I actually know this one.” he says, grinning at his friend.
“Well then, sounds like the perfect song to start teaching you the basics of line dancing. That is, if you’re finished with your drink.”
Sam dramatically stands, swooping his hands out in front of him in a grand gesture and bowing slightly. “Lead the way, Daniel.”
Danny laughs, hopping off his chair and grabbing Sam’s wrist as he passes him, pulling him along behind him as they make their way to the dance floor. He finds a corner of the room that isn’t too populated, hoping that the pair would have a little extra wiggle room for Sam to get the hang of it. Still holding onto Sam’s wrist, he pulls him closer, leaning down slightly to make sure Sam can hear him over the music, now louder on the dance floor.
“Ok so all I can say is, go with the flow, twirls and spins are like half of it, let me lead, and make sure you have at least one hand on me at all times. That’s like the main contact point of line dancing.” Danny looks at Sam, obvious nerves and slight panic written on his face. He brings the hand not holding his wrist up to his opposite bicep and gives him a comforting squeeze, waiting until Sam brings his gaze up to Danny’s to continue. “Hey, it’ll be fine, I promise. Feel the music, let me lead.” He smiles reassuringly down at him, feeling warmth rise in his chest when Sam does the same.
“Yeah, ok. Let you lead. Alright. I got this. I’m ready.” Sam’s heart flutters in his chest when Danny brings his hands down to hold Sam’s before he’s suddenly pushed away from him, both men holding the other at arm’s length. Danny pulls him right back in almost immediately, letting go of one of his hands and placing it on Sam’s hip to guide him into a spin. He slightly stumbles at the end and falls into Danny, not expecting the sudden turn and having almost no traction in his boots. His unoccupied right hand flies up to Danny’s pec, as Danny’s left hand finds a place on Sam’s lower back, steadying him against his front.
Danny stares down at him, their faces mere inches away from each other, and is sure his heart is racing. He prays to every god who will listen in that moment that Sam can’t feel it from where his hand rests on his chest. He is… so beautiful.
Holy shit, why is his heart beating so fast? He’s probably just worried I’ll fall or make a fool out of him. With this thought Sam immediately straightens, slightly pulling away from the other man.
“Sorry, I should have given you a warning.” Danny apologizes. Sam doesn’t miss the way his hand leaves his lower back, moving to hover near Sam’s free hand before he asks, “You alright to continue?”
With the comfort of Danny checking in with him, Sam finds a small amount of confidence and makes the first move, slotting his hand into Danny’s and taking a step towards him again. “Yeah, thanks. When I said I expected you to sweep me off my feet, I didn’t mean literally.”
Danny laughs lightly, “Yeah, again my bad. I’ll give you a warning next time.” He smiles and repeats his previous moves, pausing before spinning Sam again to offer a heads up to the other man. This time Sam doesn’t slip, and his hand perfectly lands right back into Danny’s at the end of his turn. “Hey that was great! You’re a natural, Sammy.”
Sam laughs, looking up at his best friend, “I think you’re giving me too much credit but, I’ll take it. Thanks.” He starts to feel the flow of the music as he moves with Danny who spins him again, this time around his back as he turns slightly to meet Sam. Before Sam realizes what’s happening, he’s spun again, landing with his back pressing flush against Danny’s front at the end. Danny’s left arm is holding Sam’s right hand across his body, his right-hand abandoning Sam’s to instead rest on his hip.
“So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk.
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder.”
Too caught up in the moment, Sam turns in Danny’s arms and without thinking, brings his arms up to rest on his shoulders, crossing his wrists behind Danny’s head as he tries not to knock his hat off.
He looks incredible in this light. I mean, he looks incredible in any light but…
“And I, I, had a feeling that I belonged
I, I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone.”
The men gaze at each other as the song ends, too lost in the moment to realize they had stopped dancing. The song changing to something faster paced pulls them out of their trance, and Danny is the first to pull away, stepping back slightly and moving Sam’s arms so that he’s lightly holding his wrists at a “safe” distance.
Fuck. He knows how I feel about him. I made him uncomfortable, and he knows. He’s going to hate me. He must hate me.
Sam feels the sting of tears at this thought, considering excusing himself to the bathroom to spare himself the embarrassment of crying in front of Danny.
“You doing ok, Sammy? Want to keep dancing?” Danny asks, sensing the shift in his best friend.
Ok, maybe… maybe he doesn’t hate me? Sam clears his throat, keeping his tears at bay by reasoning with himself that if Danny recognized Sam’s feelings for him and hated him for it or felt uncomfortable, he wouldn’t ask him to keep dancing. “Yeah… yeah I want to keep dancing.”
Danny looks at him expectantly, as if waiting for elaboration. “And you’re ok, right?”
Moving his hands into Danny’s, he tries for a smile, “Yeah, and I’m ok.” Hoping to move past the subject, Sam begins swaying himself and Danny along to the music as he builds up his courage, until he finally finds the right moment and spins Danny behind him, just as the other boy had done to him moments prior. Going with the flow like Danny had said, he spins him twice with one hand after he makes his initial turn around Sam, catching Danny off guard but not enough to knock him off his feet like he had for Sam.
“Nothing but you can make me feel alive
Set my heart on fire, turn this silver sky
Into a California blue, fireworks in July.”
Danny beams at him, continuing their various spins and steps as he praises the other man. “That was amazing, Sammy! You went with the flow perfectly, just like I said!”
Sam grins, “Yeah well, I guess I had an amazing teacher. That or I’m just a natural. Born to line dance I think.” Danny snorts at this, much to Sam’s delight.
I’ll never stop making stupid jokes if it means I might make him laugh.
“Yeah, something like that.” He laughs, shaking his head in amusement at Sam’s joke.
He could say the least funny joke in the world, and I think I’d still laugh.
They dance through the rest of the song and when it switches to what Danny recognizes as Turn on the Radio, they dance through that too; perfecting their flow and rhythm, although still occasionally bursting into fits of laughter after bumping into each other while trying to do the same move to the other multiple times. After the song ends the pair pauses, leaning against the wall as they take a moment to catch their breath.
“Y’know, I’m having a lot more fun than I thought I would.” Sam admits, taking shallow breaths as he fans himself. "Thank you for asking me to come tonight."
Danny looks down at his shoes to hide his blush, taking a brief moment to collect himself before looking over to the boy at his side, “Of course, thank you for coming. I’m glad you’re having fun.”
“She’s poppin’ right out of the South Georgia water
Thought, ‘Oh, good Lord, she had them long tanned legs’
Couldn’t help myself so I walked up and said...”
Sam laughs, the one that made his sound like he was high and giggly, “Hey just like you in the summer, Danny. ‘Long tanned legs’.”
Despite his racing heart and mind, Danny manages to chuckle out, “You lookin’ at my legs, Kiszka?”
“Maybe.” Sam looks over at the other boy, his expression sincere. “Care to dance again? I’ve taken a long enough break.”
What the fuck? Was he… flirting? Danny decides to move on past the remark, just as Sam had. “Uh, yeah. Although I think our spots been taken.” he comments, noticing that “their” corner had been filled by another pair of men passionately dancing.
“That’s fine, we can move further out onto the floor.” he responds, already grabbing Danny’s hand and pulling him towards the edge of the dance floor. They come to a temporary stop and once again, he takes the lead and resumes their dance, spinning himself under Danny’s arm.
Danny continues the conversation as they move together, trying to keep Sam as close as possible in order to be heard over the music.
“You sure you’re alright out here? We aren’t as, I don’t know, hidden.” Realizing what his statement could have implied, he rushes his words out to clarify. “Not that I want us to be hidden or anything! Just because you’re still new, I want you to feel comfortable.”
Sam smiles at him, feeling his heart soar at the fact that Danny was continuously making sure Sam felt safe and comfortable in this new situation and environment. “Yeah, I think I’ve gotten the hang of it enough to not be so worried out here. I appreciate you making sure though.”
They dance until the song ends, only a moments pause before the next song comes blaring over the speakers.
“Last night, I got served a little bit too much of that poison baby.
Last night, I did things I’m not proud of and I got a little crazy.
Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor,
And I let him call me ‘baby’.”
Danny spins Sam behind him as he had done many times that night, and suddenly, he doesn’t feel Sam’s hand in his own anymore. Thinking he must have accidentally let go he turns, expecting to see Sam close behind him. Instead, he sees his friend being swept away by a man in an infuriatingly familiar white cowboy hat. The pair are swallowed by the movement of couples on the dance floor as Danny is pushed to the edge of the room, watching helplessly as the white hat disappears into the crowd.
“Fancy runnin’ into you again, sugar. Hope I wasn’t interruptin’ anythin’ important there.”
Fucking. Dallas.
He grins at Sam, who’s already trying to loosen the other man’s grip on him. “You just looked too good bein’ spun around like that, doll. I saw my opportunity and just had to steal you, get a taste of you for myself.” He winks at Sam, grip surprisingly firm on his hands.
“Actually, you kind of fucking did interrupt us.” Sam shoots back, his tone thick with anger. “Let go of me.” He continues to struggle against his grip, now taking a step back to distance himself from Dallas. He takes a step forward towards Sam, grip unfaltering as he manages to “dance” with Sam without letting go of either hand.
“Now don’t be rude and go off leavin’ me mid dance, darlin’. You gotta give me till at least the end of the song. Besides, why would you want to go back to pretty boy over there. He ain’t gonna give you what you want.” He leans in, grinning suggestively at Sam with a fire in his eyes that almost frightens him. “I can, sugar. I can give you everything you want and more.”
Sam continues his attempts at escaping Dallas, a look of disgust painted across his features. “Fuck all of the way off, asshole.”
Offense is painted clearly across Dallas’ face as he continues, “Woah woah woah, sugar. No need to get so hostile. Now I may not wear shorts in the summer, and may not be as tall as your pretty boy but I still got mighty fine legs that you are free to ogle all you want, darlin’. Won’t even have to work too hard to see them without these jeans on.”
Sam’s confusion only lasts for a second, before he remembers the brief flirty comment he had given Danny before they resumed their dance. “Wait a fucking minute, were you listening to our conversation?? What the actual fuck, what’s wrong with you?”
“I told you earlier that I had my eye on you since you came through that door, doll. Been trying to get close enough to shoot my shot without pretty boy noticin’.” He shrugs innocently, “Couldn’t help but overhear a thing or two.”
The song changes, but Sam is too lost in his fury at what Dallas had so casually confessed to him to tell him that his dance was over. “What kind of a fucking creep-“ he trails off as he spots Danny across the room, making brief eye contact and praying that Danny can feel his silent cry for help before Dallas turns them and Danny is lost from his sight.
Dallas tightens his grip, anger flashing across his features momentarily. “I told you not to get hostile, darlin’.”
“And I can easily understand how you could easily take my man.
But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can.”
He gasps slightly at the motion, pain shooting through his fingers.
I don’t know what the fuck he’s going to try if Danny doesn’t get here soon. Danny. Where the fuck is Danny?
Voice tinted with fear, he manages to form a sentence despite his racing thoughts. “Let go. You’re… you’re hurting me.”
“What are you gonna do, huh? Run back to your pretty boy? Hell, he don’t even want you.” He laughs cruelly. Dallas feels a firm grip on his shoulder before he hears him.
“He said. Let. Go. You’re hurting him.” With rage dripping from his words, Danny pulls Dallas away from Sam. In his surprise, he loosens his grip enough for Sam to make his escape, immediately finding a home in Danny’s arms as he swoops in to “steal” Sam back. He gently takes Sam’s hands in his own as he maneuvers the pair away from Dallas without drawing too much attention to the situation unfolding.
“If you bring your Buckle Bunny ass near us again, we’re going to have more of a fucking problem between us, you pile of absolute horse shit.” Danny fires at Dallas before continuing their path away from him.
Enraged, Dallas follows them off the dance floor, trialing Danny as he guides Sam in front of him with a soft hand on his back.
“Who the fuck do you think you are talkin’ to me like that, pretty boy? Where do you get off controlin’ him like that, huh? You ain’t even his boyfriend or nothin’, I can dance with him if I fuckin’ please.” He shouts after them.
Danny turns, shielding Sam from him with his own body, preparing for the worst. I have no fucking idea what I’ll do if he swings, but at least his attention isn’t on Sammy anymore.
Before he can get to the pair, the muscular bouncer that had checked Sam and Danny’s IDs appears, seemingly out of nowhere, drawn to the commotion that Dallas’ yelling had caused.
“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” He asks, looking from Dallas fuming to Danny’s furious but collected expression, and finally landing on Sam behind him, eyes wide with panic and darting between the other three men.
Danny starts before Dallas can even form a coherent excuse or explanation. “This man has been harassing my friend all night. Doesn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer.”
“Why you lyin’ piece of SHIT-“ Dallas starts towards Danny, finding his path suddenly blocked by the bouncer, his hand pushing against Dallas’ chest. “He’s lyin’ I swear to it! I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my night, dance with his friend, and his jealous ass keeps interruptin’ us! Sammy boy didn’t have no problem with us dancin’,” he peeks over the bouncer and Danny’s shoulders, trying to catch Sam’s eye. “Ain’t that right, sugar?”
“I’ve heard enough, c’mon, I’ll walk you out.” The man steps to the side and motions with his arm towards the exit, signaling to Dallas to start walking.
“ME?! You’re kickin’ me out?” his voice raises, drawing the attention of several patrons dancing nearby. “How fuckin’ dare you kick ME out!”
He raises his eyebrows at Dallas, “Either you can leave now on your own terms and hold on to whatever dignity you have left, or I can drag you out by those fancy lookin’ boots, y’hear me?”
Dallas sputters, face turning tomato red before he turns on his heel, storming out and yelling a final, “FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!” before being trailed out the door by the bouncer.
Danny’s grateful that all the attention drawn to them dissipates with Dallas’ departure as couples resume their dancing. He turns back to Sam, delicately taking a hold of one of his wrists and leading him to a quieter corner of the bar. Danny places his hands lightly on Sam’s shoulders, waiting for the shorter man to look him in the eyes. He softens his gaze and tone to speak to Sam, not wanting his anger at Dallas to be directed at Sam.
“Are you ok?”
Sam clears his throat, attempting to find the words to express everything he was feeling in that moment. “Yeah. I mean, no, but… yeah I’m alright. Thank you for stepping in when you did. I… I didn’t know how I was going to get away from him.” He looks down at his shoes, and a massive wave of fear and embarrassment that Danny had to step in and help, that he wasn’t able to do it himself, washes over him.
Danny gives a slight squeeze of comfort to Sam’s shoulders, causing him to look back up at him. “Of course, Sammy.” He looks around the bar briefly before turning his attention back to Sam. “Listen, we can leave if you want. Maybe wait a few minutes and then ask that bouncer if he’d walk us to our car. I know it’s crowded and,” he exhales a deep sigh through his nose, “all that just happened. So I’m ok with leaving if you want.”
“No, please. I want to stay. Other than that, I was having a lot of fun all night and I don’t want it ruined by that douchebag.” He offers a small smile to Danny, hoping it will help convince him that he truly does want to stay.
“Alright… but if you want to leave at any point, just tell me and we can go.” He expresses, raising his eyebrows for emphasis. “Do you want to dance again or go get another drink? We can do whatever you feel up for, just say the words.”
Sam pauses, thinking back on the past five minutes and allowing himself to feel everything that had been overshadowed by the anxiety and fear that Dallas had caused.
Did I find it kind of… hot, how Danny reacted to and dealt with Dallas? And the way that he keeps checking in to make sure I’m ok kind of makes me want to cry, but also… kiss him?
Sam’s head swims with confusion as the realization hits him like a truck.
Shit. I knew I was attracted to him, but I think maybe I’m in fucking love with him.
His thoughts race between this realization, to all the signs that should have tipped him off earlier, to how Danny might feel about him, and finally landing on what he should do.
He has been dropping some hints over the night, now that I think about it. You never know unless you try. Fuck what if he hates me for it. That’s insane, Danny could never hate me. I have to try.
“Can I..” Sam starts, gaining the courage to go forward with his spontaneous plan. He collects himself enough to continue, “Can I have a hug? Please, Danny?”
The look of confusion and worry at Sam’s demeanor drops from his face and is replaced by a shy grin. “Of course you can Sammy-“
Danny barely has enough time to slightly lift his arms before he is tackled around the middle by Sam, his arms clinging to Danny’s abdomen and face quickly finding a home in the crook of his neck. Danny wastes no time wrapping his arms around Sam’s shoulders, placing his left hand in the center of his mid-back, his right resting at the base of his neck, laying over his braid.
The pair stay this way for a few minutes, and Danny begins absentmindedly rubbing the other man’s back with his left hand as his right slowly comes up to cradle the back of Sam’s head.
When Danny feels Sam begin to pull away, he loosens his hold on him, leaning back to look at his friend. Sam comes to a stop with his face just inches away from Danny’s, the pair so close that he can feel Danny’s warm breath on his lips. Sam manages to tear his eyes away from Danny’s lips, moving upwards and seeing Danny staring right back at him, pupils blown so wide his irises are almost all black.
“Remember how you said we could do anything I felt up for?” he questions, voice barely above a whisper.
Danny swallows, mind racing between so many thoughts that the only coherent sound he manages to make is, “Mhm…”.
Sam takes a deep breath, attempting to calm the excited butterflies and nervous ball of energy in the pit of his stomach.
“Well, I have an idea. Of what I want, of what I feel up for.” There’s no going back after this. It’s now or never, I just need to rip the band aid off. “Kiss me. Please, Danny.”
There’s a fleeting moment of utter terror where Sam thinks that Danny doesn’t feel the same as he takes a second to process what he had just said. He suddenly snaps back into the moment, his body acting on its own accord as his mind blanks of everything but the thought of Sam.
Their lips crash together as Danny’s hand comes up to grasp Sam’s jaw, his other hand holding onto his bicep. Sam brings his hands to Danny’s sides, grasping at his bare skin through the cut outs of his muscle tee. They lose themselves in each other for what felt like hours, drinking the other up as the bustling crowd around them fades into nothing but background noise. They finally pull away, breathless and panting, as they rest their foreheads against the other, still holding each other close.
What if I open my eyes and this was all a dream, it never even happened. Sam’s mind flies from worry to worry at a mile a minute. Even worse, what if he looks like he regrets it. What if I just ruined everything and nothing will ever be the same between us. What if-
He’s ripped from his thoughts by Danny slightly tilting his head forward, his nose bumping into Sam’s. He feels Danny lean back, the loss of contact causing him to finally open his eyes despite the residual fears of what he may see. His eyes roam over Danny’s pink, plush lips, up to his blush tinted cheeks and nose, and finally finding his soft gaze, where he’s met with a look so full of warmth and love that it knocks the wind out of him.
“I can’t even tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Danny chuckles. “Not to rush anything but… do you want to get out of here?” he asks. His nerves get the best of him, causing him to continue his thought, stuttering out “… Not that we have to do anything! I didn’t mean it to suggest anything if you don’t want to do that.”
“Don’t worry, Danny. I’m fine with leaving soon. Although, I don’t want my last dance of the night to have been with, what did you call him? That ‘Buckle Bunny’ so,” Sam dons his horrible Southern accent to continue, “Will you give me one last dance, partner.”
Danny snorts, rolling his eyes playfully before he responds. “Yeah, of course.” He puts on the same accent to amuse the other boy, his attempt barely better than Sam’s. “I would be honored, sweetheart.”
Despite it being part of a bit, Sam blushes at the pet name, breaking eye contact to let his head fall against Danny’s shoulder in an attempt to hide the lovesick grin on his face. Sam hones back into the background sounds of the club he had been ignoring as the song playing over the speakers ends, and another one he actually recognized starts blaring over the speakers.
“Well, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred-dollar bills
And it kills and it thrills, like the horns on my Silverado grill.”
Sam’s head snaps up and he sees the recognition of the song painted across Danny’s face as well. Oh my fucking god, what a perfect coincidence.
“We have to dance to this one-“ he starts, dragging Danny behind him as he quickly makes his way to an empty space on the dance floor. They resume the flow they previously had while dancing as if there had been no interruption in the first place, grinning at each other as they spun and twirled until they felt dizzy.
Sam spins Danny behind him, knocking his hat off in the process and Sam fumbles for it, not wanting his hat to get trampled in the packed crowd. He manages to catch it, and suddenly remembers the rule Danny had explained to him in the car ride over. He makes sure the other man is looking at him before he places it on his own head just as the end of the chorus plays, singing along with it.
“Everybody says,
‘Save a horse, Ride a cowboy’”
Despite the dim lighting, Sam sees Danny’s pupils blow impossibly wider as his breath catches in his throat. He pulls Sam towards him by the waist, leaning towards him to be heard over the music.
“Do you want to leave now?” he asks, voice sultry and breath uneven.
“Lead the way, Danny.”
The pair exit the dance floor, Danny in front holding Sam’s hand so they didn’t get separated in the crowd as they make a beeline for the exit. The fresh air hits them like a punch as they step into the chilly night and away from the muggy, cramped club. Sam has to almost jog to keep up with Danny as he speeds down the block to where they parked. The two men practically throw themselves into the car immediately after Danny unlocks it, putting their seatbelts on as fast as possible as Danny shifts the car into reverse.
They ride in silence, the air thick with anticipation. Danny’s the first to break it, clearing his throat and glancing at Sam who is nervously chewing on his cuticles in the passenger seat.
“So, uh… I want you to know that, whatever happens, I don’t want it to be a one and done thing. I want to be with you, Sam. I want to be your boyfriend… I have for years. And if this is just an experiment, or you don’t want that then please tell me now.”
Sam drops his hand from his mouth, looking at Danny who had turned his focus back to the road. “This isn’t an experiment, I promise.” He reaches over, placing his hand on Danny’s thigh. “I want to be with you, Danny. Both in a relationship and… y'know... intimately.”
Danny steals a look at Sam, shooting him a small smile as he registers what he had said. “Good, great… that’s great.” Anxiety creeps in as his mind wanders to the implications of their conversation. He clears his throat, once again grabbing the attention of Sam.
“So uh… I have to ask.” Danny grips the steering wheel, white knuckled as nerves flood him. “Have you ever… have you ever been with another man before?”
Sam removes his hand from Danny’s leg and begins fidgeting with it in his lap, suddenly shy and slightly reserved. “No, I haven’t. I never… experimented, because the only man I’ve ever wanted to be with like that has been you.”
Danny reaches over and takes one of Sam’s hands in his own, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze as he turns into the entrance of his neighborhood. “That’s ok, we can do as much or as little as you’re comfortable with, Sammy. And I… I have… experimented before.” Sam’s head shoots up as Danny rushes to explain. “Not with another guy! I’ve just… done ‘research’, you could say. Experimented in case… in case we ever… or I ever wanted to… do that… with another man. I don’t know if you knowing that… changes how you feel… or anything.”
They pull up to Danny’s house as he finishes his explanation, Danny turning the car off and looking over at Sam to see his reaction to his confession.
“That actually makes me feel better, Danny. I know… I know you’ll take care of me, I trust you.” He offers a small smile as the pair sit in now comfortable silence, taking in the other’s features and the new dynamic between them. “Not to rush anything but, we should go inside. Like I said earlier, ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy.’ And I am still wearing your hat.” Sam winks, then promptly exits the car and saunters up to Danny’s front door, leaving the poor man speechless in his seat, with a growing problem in his jeans.
He rushes after him, locking his car as he resists the urge to sprint up the driveway towards Sam. Both feel the new, pent-up energy between them as Danny fumbles with his keys as he tries to unlock the door, finally opening it and pulling Sam inside. The second he clicks the lock back into place, his hands are on Sam, shoving him against the wall as their lips collide, the pace and urgency much faster than it had been back at the bar.
Danny slots himself in between Sam’s legs, grinding into him and feeling his hardening dick against his own. Both men groan at the action, spurring them on even more as Danny playfully bites down on Sam’s lower lip. He gasps at the slight pain mixing with the pleasure, and Danny’s hat falls off as Sam’s head falls back against the wall. The hat is left abandoned on the floor as Danny trails a combination of soft bites and soothing kisses down the other man’s neck, pulling Sam with him as he backs down the hall in the direction of his room.
The pair break apart long enough for them to kick their shoes off halfway down the hall, hands returning to each other’s bodies as Danny pushes Sam backwards into his room. His hands trail lightly across the hem of Sam’s shirt, his fingers ghosting across the soft skin of Sam’s stomach, causing an anticipatory shiver to run through him. Danny raises his eyebrows at Sam, silently asking for the permission that is immediately granted with an eager nod. Danny pulls the other man’s shirt over his head, his own shirt following in quick pursuit, and their lips reconnect as Danny’s muscle tee joins Sam’s button up on the floor.
Sam’s hands fumble at the button on Danny’s jeans as he’s backed against the bed, the backs of his knees hitting the edge, and he breaks their kiss to prevent himself from falling. Danny finishes the job Sam had started, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down his legs, attempting to step out of them as his hands find the button on Sam’s pants, both of their jeans ending up in a crumpled pile on the floor.
Both men hastily climb onto the bed, and Danny quickly finds a spot on top of Sam between his legs, pinning him to the bed with his body as he sucks what are sure to become hickeys into his neck and chest. Sam’s hands tangle in Danny’s hair, giving a slight tug at his roots causing Danny to groan softly and grind against him. Danny trails his way back up to Sam’s lips, giving him one final kiss before he pulls away, looking at the man below him.
In between shaky breaths, Danny manages to form a coherent sentence amidst his racing thoughts. “Listen… I know you said ‘ride a cowboy’… but considering this is your first time with another man… I understand if you don’t want to try that tonight… I want you to be completely comfortable, Sammy.”
The other man looks up at him with adoration at how considerate and understanding he was, smiling at him as he props himself up on his elbows, placing a gentle kiss to Danny’s lips. “I trust you, Danny. I want to go all the way with you. Like I said earlier, I know you’ll take care of me.”
Danny’s heart soars at his response, returning his smile before his lips are on Sam’s once more. He pulls away, eliciting a whine of protest from Sam, confusion written on his face as he watches Danny get up and disappear into his bathroom. Sam’s confusion furthers when he hears the sink turn on for a few seconds, Danny coming back into the bedroom moments later, a wet washcloth in hand. He sets it on top of the small table next to his bed as he opens the bottom drawer, Sam’s jaw dropping slightly and his breath catching in his throat as he sees what’s in Danny’s hand. He places a condom and small bottom of lube next to the washcloth and returns to his position over Sam.
“Now,” Danny starts, “Where was I?” His mouth returns to Sam’s neck as he resumes his previous actions of peppering light bites across his skin, soothing them with kisses or the flick of his tongue. Sam’s hands find their way back into Danny’s hair as he begins trailing downwards, his mouth grazing over Sam’s collarbone, then down the center of his chest, finally stopping at his stomach, just above the waistband of his underwear.
“What’s… what’s the towel for? Why do you need lube if there’s a condom?” Sam pants out.
“Well, Sammy.” Danny makes his way back up, stopping just inches away from Sam’s face as he looks at the other man. “There’s a little more prep work than you might be used to… I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh… ok.“
“We can stop whenever, I don’t want you to do something you’re uncomfortable doing.” Danny starts, worry that he could be rushing Sam flooding into him.
Sam sees the change in demeanor and is quick to reach up and give Danny’s biceps a gentle squeeze. “I know. I don’t want to stop, but if I do I promise I’ll tell you.”
Danny gives him a small smile with this reassurance, all anxiety leaving his body at Sam’s words, before ducking his head down to give Sam a quick kiss. He looks at the man below him as his fingertips begin to trace the band of his boxers, cocking his eyebrow as he questions, “Can I?”
“Please do.”
Danny needs no other confirmation as he pulls the fabric down off his legs, quickly joining the rest of their clothes on the floor. His eyes roam over Sam’s body, starting at his face and moving south as he sucks a breath in through his mouth.
I feel so… exposed. As if Danny could read Sam’s mind, he pulls off his own briefs and chucks them towards the growing pile of their clothes.
Danny reaches for the bottle of lube, squirting it liberally onto the fingers of his right hand. He caps the bottle again and places it back on the table as he evenly spreads the lube on his fingers. He finds himself back in between Sam’s legs and begins to press soft kisses to the insides of his thighs as he looks up at him.
“You ready, Sammy?”
“Please fuck me, Danny.”
With that, Danny brings his hand up to Sam’s entrance, circling his middle finger there before slowly pushing the digit in. Sam’s mouth falls open as his head tilts back, his hands fisting the sheets as Danny pauses to let him get used to the feeling.
“You ok, sweetheart?”
Sam’s heart skips a beat at the pet name. “Yeah, please move, I swear I’m ok. I just need you to fuck me, please.”
Sam’s words make Danny grind against the bed, searching for any friction to relieve the ache in between his legs, his cock so hard that was almost painful. He slowly pulls his finger out, thrusting it back in carefully as Sam whines and clenches around him. He steadily picks up his pace as he’s met with an almost constant stream of whines and breathy moans from Sam’s mouth.
“Is it ok if I add another? I want to get to 3 before you ride me.”
Sam moans, “Oh FUCK, please Danny, please, I fucking need you.”
On his next pump in, Danny’s ring finger joins his middle as Sam groans at the additional digit. Danny slows his movement, scissoring his fingers inside Sam to slowly stretch him out. He notices Sam’s cock leaking precum onto his stomach, the tip a deep red from neglect. He grabs the base with his unoccupied hand, bringing his mouth up and circling his head with his tongue. The moan that leaves Sam’s mouth is what Danny can only describe as pornographic, his hips involuntarily jutting forward as he groans around Sam’s dick. Danny experimentally bobs his head up and down, drawing more moans and curses to fall from Sam’s lips.
“FUCK- Danny- as much as I- shit- as much as I’m enjoying this, I’m not going to last… shit, I’m not going to last much longer like this- please- please add another-“ Sam pants out.
Danny obliges, pulling himself off of Sam as he adds his index finger to Sam’s ass. He bites and kisses marks into Sam’s thighs as he pumps his fingers in and out, stretching them to make sure he wouldn’t hurt Sam with the size of his cock.
After a minute, Sam is practically coming undone around Danny’s fingers, “Danny please, please I’m ready. I can’t last much longer, please just fuck me.” He whimpers, breath uneven and shallow as he tries his best not to fall over the edge.
He removes his fingers, and Sam sighs at the loss as Danny wipes his hand with the washcloth, grabbing the condom and tearing it open after his hands have been cleaned. He tosses the wrapper into a small trash can next to the table as he rolls the condom on.
“You want to get on top, Sammy? You can control how much you take that way.” Danny asks sincerely. He smirks before continuing, “That and you did say ‘ride a cowboy’.”
Without saying anything, Sam flips the pair and straddles Danny, now looking up at him with wide eyes, pupils blown wide from desire. Sam reaches behind him and grabs Danny’s cock, lining it up with his entrance before slowly sinking down onto him. Both men moan loudly at their shared pleasure, as Sam continues slowly down until Danny is completely buried in him.
Sam gives himself a moment to adjust to Danny’s size before he begins working himself up and down on his dick. Danny's hands come up to grip Sam’s hips, guiding him as he picks up his speed. Sam’s hands find a place on Danny’s shoulders as he continues his movement, squeezing his muscled skin so hard he was sure he would leave marks from his nails.
Sam lowers himself onto Danny once more and suddenly, his cock hits a spot in Sam that causes his entire body to be set on fire, alight with a surge of pleasure he had never felt before. The only sound he manages to make is a gravelly, “Oh FUCK-“ before he begins to coat Danny’s stomach and chest with his release.
He clenches around Danny as he rides his way through his orgasm, the added pressure causing Danny to follow suit as he arches his back off the mattress, filling the condom up as pleasure crashes over him.
They both come down from their high, panting and spent as Sam raises himself off Danny and comments in an almost awestruck tone, “I think you hit my prostate- holy fuck-“ before collapsing onto the bed next to him. The pair lay there to catch their breath for a moment, and Danny is the first to move as he takes off the used condom and tosses it into the trash, next reaching for the washcloth and wiping Sam’s cum from his stomach. He returns to Sam, gently cleaning him off as he lays on the bed, exhausted from their activities.
Danny finishes and tosses the towel onto the pile of their clothes on the floor, telling himself that that would be his problem tomorrow. He gently pulls the sheets down under Sam, trying to get him under the covers without disturbing him too much.
“Hey, Sammy. You fine crashing now and just saving the shower for tomorrow morning?” he questions softly as he settles himself in next to Sam and pulls the covers over them.
Sam cracks his eyes open, immediately wrapping his arms around Danny’s torso and pulling him close. “Mhm.” he mumbles sleepily, “My legs feel like jello, I think you’d have to carry me to the shower and hold me up.”
Danny laughs lightly, wrapping his arms around Sam’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I wouldn’t mind that.” He responds before reaching over and turning the light off, returning to the embrace of his best friend, now boyfriend, as their limbs tangle together.
Sam yawns, nuzzling his face into Danny’s chest before mumbling, “Maybe next time, we’re definitely going back to that club.”, voice muffled from both exhaustion and his position against Danny.
He smiles, the feeling of Sam’s body against his slowly pulling him towards a much needed slumber. He manages to mutter out a quiet, “Maybe next time I’ll do the riding, cowboy.”, before he gives in to the feeling and drifts into a deep sleep, comfortable and safe with Sammy tucked against him in his arms.
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A/N: I would like it to be known there is genuinely a line dancing bar in Nashville called Layla’s Honky Tonk, I was not making that hick ass name up, just changed it to “Bradley’s” to make it a bit gayer.
Also my friends wanted me to mention that we almost solely referred to Dallas as “Buckle Bunny” the entire time I was writing and asking them for input on his character.
All the songs mentioned, in chronological order:
Rhinestone Cowboy- Glen Campbell
Fast Car- Luke Combs
(Fast Car will forever and always be their song to me now)
Nothing But You- Leaving Austin
Turn on the Radio- Reba McEntire
Cruise- Florida Georgia Line
Last Name- Carrie Underwood
Jolene- Dolly Parton
Save a Horse- Big & Rich
Thanks again for reading :)
#fic#greta van fleet#greta van fleet fan fiction#gvf fic#greta van fluff#daniel gvf#greta van smut#gvf smut#sammy gvf#sanny gvf#cowboy sanny#cowboy danny
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So while I’m stuck having Writer’s block, I decided to give the ninja a few new hairstyles since this is sort of a future AU.
For the Future AU I ultimately decided that all of them have long hair for some reason… (I just like the ninja having long hair…) but there are some hairstyles I couldn’t decide on.
I wanted to show a few hairstyles tho-
These are my ideas for Kai’s hairstyle, mostly leaning into the headcanon that Kai is Chinese. I decided that Future Kai’s hair would be down, because for the purposes of the AU Kai is too busy to even put on hair gel anymore. (plus, I also have this thing where his powers were so developed in the AU that his hair can now catch fire, so hair gel gets melted.)
I’m sort of leaning more into the second hair style cause I don’t think Kai would ever tie up his hair.
Cole’s was pretty easy to nail down. I mostly based it off of his movie version. (Also Cole looks cool with a man-bun. I made it messy due to his thing for climbing mountains and because amongst the group he seems more of the adventurous type.
Now for Jay, I just tweaked his hairstyle for a bit and added a ponytail. (Note that the Hairstyles actually look longer than the picture, so his hair looks more like a chaotic Arleccino look-alike.) I mostly didn’t want a hairstyle that made Jay look recognizable and not just change his hair.
Lloyd’s is actually hard to pin down because I wanted his hair to feel more ‘heavenly’ because I wanted people to see him akin to a god in the future AU (Even though he isn’t anything like that.) I also thought he’d sort of mimic Wu in a sense of making his hair longer and making it into a braid.
Now for Zane, I really didn’t want to leave him out, but at the same time I didn’t want for his hairstyle to change. So somehow I ended up with this hairstyle…
I… I’m not final about it…
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hbjhkgvhj ok here are uh. some character designs i did abt a year ago
these are all based on the incredible @kayzero's fic zero win game, which is a rewrite of ztd with akane as the protagonist, and it has possibly THE BEST characterization of akane ive ever read- listen just. just go read it you will be enriched i promise.
im not putting an image description bc i dont know where to start (sorry!!) BUT ill put a bunch of character design notes below the cut for people who are insane like me <3333
ok first of all. i know when i sent these to kay the other day they said there were some details canon to zwg that i missed (akane's lil hoodie pocket, aoi wearing white to contrast junpei's black (which is SO inspired btw.)) so just. PRETEND those are there bc i forgor <3
i spent the most time on sigma, phi, akane, junpei and aoi just because they've had multiple iterations of designs. it was fun to take bits and pieces from each version of them, so thats why they get a feature page
you can see a lot of my little pink notes with criticisms of the ztd designs there. in general, i really dont like the ztd designs, they all feel unnaturally bland to me (although thats probably also the artstyle).
most people whove looked into the colour symbolism in zero escape are probably familiar with the whole red/blue thing: that is, theyre colours representing the morphogenetic field. akane and aoi are the most obvious examples of this. 'aka' means red, and 'ao' means blue. in the first nonary game, akane and clover wear red - the colour for transmitters - and aoi and light wear blue, the colour for recievers. in 999 proper, akane wears purple, to symbolise how she can recieve AND transmit, while junpei wears red and blue by themselves. you can do a whole analysis of these colours and i will not put it here thats a whole SEPERATE post
anyway! the actual designs!! i'll start with sigma. i wanted to reconcile his vlr design with zero ii's design, and initially i planned on giving him a coat, but it didnt really have a nice silhouette, so i ditched that idea. instead, i turned his jumpsuit from vlr into a polo shirt - much like what he has in ztd - and gave him some zero-y accessories: the white turtleneck, the belt and the gloves all come from zero's design. once id included the white turtleneck, making the pants white felt really logical. in character design, its generally best to limit the palette of colours as much as you can, so it was a good excuse to reuse a colour while also paying homage to his ztd design. i also cut his hair bc hes a scientist and he'd do that.
phi's design is a lot more like her vlr one than her ztd design. the blue coat was her hallmark accessory, and im shocked that they ditched it for ztd, so i gave it back - along with her boots and hair accessory. i kept her pants and glasses from ztd, as well as the way the bottom of her shirt is tucked into her pants. they just have a much nicer silhouette to me. between my first pass of colours and my second pass, phi's colours changed the most - i realised i had too many blue guys in the lineup, and wanted to make the colours stand out individually. so i leaned into phi's orange-ness. giving her hair accessory, pants and boots an orange hue instead of a blue one, as well as shifting her coat to a more teal colour really helped make those colours pop.
AKANE MY BESTIE!!!! her design was probably the one i had the most fun with. i basically just took her ztd design and purpled it. I did want to include some more details though - her neck scarf was in both her 999 AND vlr design, so it felt wrong not to include it. i also added some gold highlights to her design, just to complement the purple - her boots are also toned yellow, so it felt fitting. the cut of her sleeves, as well as her hair, felt really natural: i gave her the side ponytail from ztd, while letting more of her hair fall to the side to retain her silhouette from 999. i stole the sleeves wholesale from vlr akane, but can you blame me. look at that robe. its so pretty.
overall i have mixed feelings on ztd junpei as a character, but i think his darker turn is at the very least a fun direction to take him. I do like the jacket he has in his concept art. IT SURE WOULD BE NICE IF THE MODEL ALSO HAD A JACKET. his design went relatively unchanged overall, i basically just retoned his hair, gave him a button-up instead of a t-shirt, and puffered his jacket. the red and blue from his vest in 999 is reused here, but in darker, more muted tones. you can see in the corner of the drawing i played around with swapping the red and blue, but the red focus felt too edgy for junpei. the blue also pops really nicely against his dark clothes, so i kept it.
anyone who has spoken to me for more than ten seconds will know how insane i am about aoi kurashiki i mean come on my name is santa. i think a lot about his two designs: that of the first nonary game and in 999. in the first nonary game he wears a blue scarf, harkening to his role as a reciever, but in 999 he wears monochrome. my personal interpretation of this is that his 999 fit was him purposefully disguising his connection to the morphogenetic field. so post-999, since he doesnt have to worry about that, i gave him his blue back!!! his general fit is the same- his pants and shoes are artistry so obviously i kept those, and i ended up making the rest of his look black to contrast his 999 design. if i were to redesign him now wearing white, id probably go a different direction altogether. that third little drawing ive included has some test outfits for him, carlos, and maria, but i never really went anywhere with them. also i gave him dark roots to show his relation to akane a bit more. and also because i like projecting my roots always grow back SO fast
that brings us to the 4 characters introduced after vlr: carlos, mira, diana, and... maria??? yeah like i said go read zero win game. do it. maria is such a fun character. she was, coincidentally, ALSO the only character where i had to design someone from scratch. you can see i fiddled a little with colour palettes, trying to figure out how to give every character a unique look. diana and carlos' designs actually go almost unchanged here- i think dianas design in particular is actually pretty great, and works as a nice foil to luna in vlr. carlos is just kind of normal. he can have his silly polo shirt.
miras ztd design is. ugh ok look its FINE but i hate the boobie designs in zero escape because they always feel like they were designed seperately from the character. mira in zwg is still a sussy baka, but she's a lot more cordial- i enjoyed seeing her more as a snake lying in the grass. I ended up giving her green because its a fun colour to give characters who youre meant to distrust. SO MANY TIMES reading zwg i was like "oh maybe mira's chill - oh wait maybe shes not - oh wait maybe shes chill again" and i love her for that honestly. she still gets boobies because i love women but i gave her a fun little long sleeved corset top. the amount of skin she shows directly correlates to the amount you should trust her (i am only half joking.)
i wont talk about diana because honestly the only change i made was giving her a little blue strip at the bottom of her skirt, but i'll talk about maria and carlos together. carlos i kept as a little pink boy because i love him and i love pink and listen its my character design ill do what i want. maria in ztd AND in zwg experiences reverie syndrome, which is connected to the morphogenetic field. her and carlos' designs both incorporate red and blue again- (just realised diana also has red and blue. pretend that was intentional) -to show their connection to the field. yes yes i know its pink but listen its red enough. like aoi, i gave maria and carlos both different iterations of their designs. i'm less sold on carlos', but i did actually like the baggier, heavy designs for maria. with those ones she looks more depressed than she does wearing overalls, so im calling that a win. maria's was the design i was least satisfied with overall, but hey i did these like a year and a half ago and ive gotten much better since then soo.
if youve read this far this is once again a reminder to read zero win game by kayzero on ao3
#mq arts#zero escape#999#virtue's last reward#zero time dilemma#zero escape spoilers#999 spoilers#vlr spoilers#undescribed
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Drew out what Glowburst would look like in the fic! Since there hasn’t been any concept art on what Glowburst looks like i’d like to take a crack on what she would probably look like by the little description that we do get of her!
I drew out her past, present and future looks cause since it’s confirmed that Glowburst looks differently from what she looks at present time at the fic and a future look cause i feel like it’s all set and done when she has her family whole again after reuniting with sire again, she��ll have a healing arc where she’s taking herself and gets to spend some quality family time. Even tho there’s a hint that she’s gonna die, but for now i’m gonna be an optimist and just hope that MC will not be tortured by the plot traumas of the future (i know this is in vain but a girl can only wish ok!!)
But disclaimer tho, some of the things i put on Glowburst’s design is sort of headcanons from me with the ideas i come up with the things that are hinted about Glowburst and hasn’t been said yet in the fic, so no one better tell me that i’m off track when future chapters are added cause this design is just what i THINK she’d look like not what she DOES look like at the moment! And I’m honestly just having fun with her design kay? Plus i sort of kind of re-using a failed draft of my version of MC when she got older.
I mostly start with the present one since we got a description from ms.seacucumber that Glowburst looks old and that her paint is faded and since it’ssaid by MC that she looks like her carrier i got a pretty good draft on what she’d probably look like. I tried to base her off of MC but with slight differences since the sire’s genetic also got inherited so i didn’t want MC to look too similar, and also i sorta made her look like she’s covered up cause i feel like the modification that got hinted in the new chapter 23 would be put over her past armor somewhat like trying to contain the fire in Glowburst to prevent it from well, bursting. And sorta like a symbolism that she’s being constrained and forced to being something she’s not. Also little funny reason on her color picking, i got the idea from A.B.A’s new design in guilty gear where there’s like a theory of sort that her hair is made of copper and that’s why her red hair is now greenish blue because of time and the other theory that it’s because A.B.A tried to dye her hair but ended up coloring it wrong, and since it’s confirmed by Spring that Glowburst has ember color scheme in her past and ember has reds in them i just roled with that color idea. Tho i wonder if i put enough greenishnest in the fading blue paint tho. . . . ? Maybe i’ll meke it more greenish in the future with the blue. . .
And with the present done it’s easy to think of past and future since i just need to branch it out. The reason why I thought of 80s type of inspiration for the past look cause of the description of Glowburst being old and since transformers has already existed since the 80s, I thought that it’ll be a good fit! Tho also fun fact, to get some some ideas on 80s look i looked up 80s cartoons and one of the cartoons that i found on that 80s cartoon list is Jem and the holograms, and i was like “hey MC likes to sing, that could be a good inspiration fit for her mama!”. Also i just really want an 80s based look for Glowburst cause i wanted to give her the poofiest big bursting flames ponytail like those poofy hairs back in the 80s that were popular at that time! And come on her name is Glowburst! Her flames gotta be “bursting” from those “glowing” hues of flames of her’s!!
And the future look i just sort of mismatched both the past and present look since i feel like Glowburst would definitely want to look like back when she was in her past look but with how she’s grown she’s now matured better then her past, and hey blue ain’t a bad color for her just that she never took care of herself that she pretty much neglected her paint till it’s faded so i thought a more vibrant color of the blue symbolizes that she’s now healing since she’ll maybe reunited with her conjunx and now has met Nebula plus having grandkids so she’s a happy elderly now! Also i thought of Glowburst getting accesories that MC made since i thought that Glowburst would love to experiment with her looks plus 80s have some over the top exaggerated accesories so why not? Plus the transformation that i saw with the femmes in G1, their vehicle modes usually only have their chest and thigh parts showing on the outside so i believe that the accesories could work! Plus i mean there’s no way they haven’t figured out how to make accesories right? They already figured out spacebridge portals to teleport them threw galaxies and even multiverses but they couldn’t figure out how to make accesories for fun?
I’ll probably update on her design in the future cause i feel like Glowburst looks will be described more and who knows maybe i can add alittle more things in her design or just feels like that something could suit her more! This was a fun challenge tho, can’t wait to see what sire would look like so that i can make a draft blueprint for him too!
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If anyone is curious and wants to read the fanfic that i’ve been rambling above on the fanart i made, here’s the link to the fic made by a lovely friend of mine!
Spring (the author) works hard to make this lovely work of theirs so please give them some love kay! They’ve been really sweet to answer my questions on what Glowburst looks like and oh darn are they just so sweetly patient with me cause i wanted to not miss a detail of Glowburst’s design since this is an old oc she made that she hasn’t even drawn yet so i wanted to give her design the justice it deserves!! Man can’t wait when Glowburst’s mystery gets revealed along with her conjunx!! I’m so excited!!
#transformers art#transformers x reader#various x reader#yanderes x reader#fanart#fanfic recommendation#fanfic#digital drawing#digital illustration#sweatinghoneybee#my art stuff#reader insert
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Silver Linings - Terry Silver Part 1 of 7
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Series Masterlist
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Character: Terry Silver x female reader
Summary: Terry has been spending far too much time away from home, and you've had enough of the dojo taking up all his time.
Warnings: fighting, manipulation, mention of cocaine, mention of violence, fade to black scene, but really nothing too crazy (surprisingly)
Word Count: 3400
A/N: This man makes me so insane. This was meant to be a one shot that went a little differently but I ended up outling a seven part series. oops. keep an eye out for those. anywho I've been reading a lot of @terrence-silver 's stuff and I just wanna tell you right now that's where the good Terry Silver writing is. I literally wrote that sentence then got distracted for 20 minutes looking at their blog. but anyway they characterize him far better than i ever could but here's my shot at it
While you didn’t appreciate being treated as an assistant, your husband had that glint in his eye that you knew all too well. He was planning something, and whether it be trying to get a leg up on a rival businessman or purely just to spite someone, you knew better than to get in his way. Best to let him have his fun, and it would all blow over in a few weeks at the most.
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Terry had come to you only a few days ago with a request: Clear out the house and have the staff get to work. You were hosting a charity auction.
So had you sent Dorothy, your personal assistant, off to make arrangements with the head of household staff, and kept your mouth shut. Terry had been on edge more often lately since getting back into Cobra Kai, so you were positive that a more passive approach to his sudden burst of charity was far better suited to the situation. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if this whole thing had something to do with his dojo. Most things did nowadays.
Unfortunately, you were right.
You hid your surprise and annoyance when Daniel LaRusso himself showed up on your doorstep, silently observing the fear on his face from your spot on your husband’s arm, as the karate champion turned car salesman turned sensei realized exactly whose home Eva Garcia had thrown her charity event at.
Again, you kept a stony facade when Terry outbid everyone for Daniel’s bonsai trees, then took the opportunity to spin another spiel about Cobra Kai’s expansion.
And no one would have guessed that you had even registered Daniel LaRusso’s outburst, the one that caused Terry to fall into the bonsai trees and send them flying, more than likely egged on by your husband himself, had you not leaned over to Dorothy with a murmured instruction.
“Have someone clean those up. I want them in my office. And place an order for a book on the care and keeping of bonsai trees.”
Weaving through the crowd, you made your way to Terry, who now had a considerable amount of dirt on his jacket, but was standing. Eva Garcia was fawning over him, trying to ensure that he hadn’t broken anything. You nearly laughed at the thought of your husband being “frail” in his old age, but that seemed to be the front he had decided to put on.
Silently, you took his hand and led him away from the party. You took him to your room, where you slipped his now dirt-covered jacket off of him and made him sit on the edge of the bed. He obeyed every prompt from you without a sound, eyes watching intently as you moved across the room and into the closet, emerging shortly after with a different coat.
You set it on the edge of the bed, then grabbed a brush from the nightstand. You slipped the ponytail off of his frazzled hair, which was met with some protest, but you batted his hand away, and he was silent after that.
Gently, you combed out the tangles and the frizz, and you felt him relax under your touch. You did this daily, and you couldn’t deny that the trust he put in you to take care of him filled you with pride, even if it was as simple as brushing his hair. “Do you want your hair back up?” you asked him, the first thing you had spoken this entire time.
“Yes,” he answered bluntly, and although you missed the days that he more often let his long hair flow more freely, the way it gently curtained his face when he looked down at you, you obliged, expertly smoothing his locks back into his signature ponytail. Not that you cared all that much anyway. You had fallen in love with him with the ponytail, and you genuinely didn’t think he could do anything that would make him less attractive.
“I’ll be outside,” you told him, intending to leave him to put on the suit jacket himself, and effectively avoid rejoining the party at his side. But when you began to walk away, you had barely even made it a few steps before he grabbed your wrist and stood up in one smooth motion, pulling you into him.
He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “What’s bothering you?”
So he could tell you were upset. You weren’t surprised. After all, you hadn’t tried too hard to hide it.
“Nothing’s bothering me,” you replied. You smiled your best fake smile and took his hand in yours.
He seemed skeptical, but did not argue. You turned to face the mirror, and he turned with you. The both of you were dressed in a matching deep blue, an undeniable team.
"Thank you for making the arrangements for today," he said in a gentle voice you had only ever heard him use with you, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "It's going exactly as well as I hoped it would have."
You felt a twinge in your stomach at that statement, which was practically a confirmation that the whole point of today had been to interfere with Daniel and Amanda LaRusso. But you didn't dare let your smile drop as you stretched up to his face to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Anything for you. But we better get back."
He looked away from the mirror, and his eyes softened as they found you once more. "Right as always, my love." He took the lead, and the two of you returned to the party as one.
It wasn't long before you were separated again, though, called in different directions.
You played the part of the passive bystander well, you knew that. But you were an observer, and at that point, you were positive you knew exactly what was happening. And with your husband’s observation skills being as keen as your own, you knew you had a matter of minutes to enact the plan slowly forming in your mind. Grabbing two flutes of champagne off of a passing tray, you made your way over to Eva Garcia.
The glass of champagne outstretched, you gave her your most dazzling smile. “How are you liking the accommodations Ms. Garcia?”
She accepted the drink, her friendly smile matching your own. “Thank you, Mrs. Silver. Your home is wonderful, and we're so grateful you and your husband were able to put this on with such short notice.”
“Of course!” you said, briefly touching one of your hands to hers. “We were positively honored to do so. But between you and me, I did far more of the work than Terry did,” you said with a wink.
She laughed. It was a lie. You had given one instruction and Dorothy and the rest of the staff had taken care of it. But that’s not a story that added very much to your little game, and creating some sort of friendly solidarity with Garcia was your main goal.
“You both have been very generous hosts,” Eva responded politely.
“A little too generous if you ask me,” you replied. This was the most pivotal part of the conversation. Screw it up here and it all went out the door. You raised your glass to your lips, eyes darting quickly around the room. Terry hadn’t spotted you yet. Good.
“Whatever do you mean?” Eva asked, her brow furrowing.
You sighed. “In all honesty, I think my husband only wants a spot on the board. I mean, the hosting on such short notice, the overbidding at the auction, the bit of theatrics he pulled with Daniel LaRusso… They’ve been rivals for some time now, of course.” You swirled the champagne around in your glass. “Probably just wants a tax writeoff.” You shrugged and took another, conspicuously large drink of the alcohol. Eva blanched, and you knew you had her. The host’s wife, slightly tipsy, slightly bitter, and loose of lip. Like always, you played your part well.
“Mrs. Silver, if I understand you correctly,” Eva began hesitantly, but allowing her curiosity to get the better of her, “you believe Mr. Silver would not be suited to be on our charity’s board?”
“Well, I wouldn’t be a very good wife if I said it quite that frankly…”
She nodded, but her voice was still unsure when she spoke again. “I suppose I’ll have to take what you said into mind, but I can’t overlook the generous contributions Mr. Silver has already made to our group. With him on the board-”
“Two million dollars, right now, if you cut all contact with my husband and his corporations. I don't care who the position goes to.”
In all honesty you would choose Amanda LaRusso, out of spite, but you didn't want to sully her name with your bribery.
Eva’s eyes widened. “Mrs. Silver! What kind of game are you playing?”
You looked her dead in the eye. “My husband is playing ringmaster right now, and everyone at this party is a clown in his circus. I simply want to throw my own hat into the ring. I don’t know what his plan is, or why he’s doing it exactly, but I have been married to that man long enough to know when he’s manipulating someone, and he’s manipulating the hell out of you right now. I’m offering you a chance to get away from his scheming, with an extra two million dollars to boot.”
She set her mouth in a firm line. You could tell she was a woman of high morality, but two million dollars was two million dollars. “I would have to consider it.”
“That’s all I ask,” you replied. You took a business card out of the pocket of your dress. “My assistant’s number is on here. Call her when you've come to a decision.”
“Mrs. Silver I-”
“My darling!” A deep voice interrupted her, and a moment later you felt a kiss on your cheek. Turning, you met Terry’s eyes and your face broke into a grin. Despite your suspicions and scheming, you did love the man. You wouldn’t have married him otherwise.
“My love,” you responded, and placed a kiss on his cheek in a similar fashion. Your gazes did not leave each other for a tense moment. To an outside observer, it was impossible to tell whether you were sizing each other up or simply swept away in a moment of romantic passion. You didn’t quite know yourself.
“My apologies for the public display of affection Ms. Garcia,” Terry said, snapping his attention toward your guest and away from your eyes, but not without snaking an arm around your waist. “I got a bit excited at the sight of my wife. I feel as though I've hardly seen her today.”
Or at all lately, you thought. Not with all your Cobra Kai bullshit.
“That’s quite alright, Mr. Silver,” she replied. She seemed, for the most part, casual, but you could hear a hint of tightness in her voice. “You two make a lovely couple.”
Terry grinned at this, and you smiled politely. “Thank you very much, Ms. Garcia. Y/N is nothing short of the light of my life.” A small squeeze of your waist as he said this. Threatening or affectionate? Who could tell?
“I trust you’ve been enjoying the party?” Terry continued. “We worked hard to put it all together, but I do think we pulled it all off well.”
Eva glanced at you. “Yes, the whole organization is very appreciative.”
“Truly, it was our pleasure,” your husband responded. “Now, I do apologize for this, but do you mind if I steal my beautiful wife away? Some friends were asking for her.”
“Of course,” Eva replied, some of the tension dropping from her shoulders. “Thank you both again.”
With a nod Terry guided you away from her. “What did you talk about with Eva?” he asked. His tone was light, and with anyone else in the world, it may have sounded like casual conversation, but you knew Terry Silver better than you knew anyone, and you knew that he was suspicious.
“I was chatting you up,” you replied. “You wouldn’t have put this event on without some sort of goal in mind, so I figured I could put in a good world for you. Talk about the work we’ve done together.”
“You don’t believe that I did all this out of the goodness of my heart?”
You laughed. “That would be the day, Terry.”
“Hm,” was all he said after that, a faint smile on his face. Unfortunately, Terry Silver also knew you better than he knew anyone, and there was a very good chance that he knew you were lying. But he said no more on the subject, although you noticed he had plenty of excuses the rest of the day to be sure that you stayed by his side.
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You hadn’t had the chance to talk to Eva again, Terry, however subtly, had made sure of that, but you were fairly certain you didn’t need to. You had seen the look in her eyes when Terry approached you, and you knew that giving her the impression of a sleazy businessman with a wife who offered bribes would be plenty to keep Terry away from that organization. Whether she actually took the bribe or not was inconsequential to you, so long as she got the idea that getting involved with Terry Silver would be getting involved with a lot shadier practices than she first thought.
You sat on the couch in your living room, sipping on some tea before bed. It was a serene ending to a hectic day. Your serenity was soon disrupted, however, by Dorothy, who entered the room, clipboard in hand.
“Is everything alright, Dorothy?” you asked. “It’s awfully late.”
“Mrs. Silver, you’ve just received a call from Eva Garcia. She says that she’s decided to accept your offer.”
“Hm.” you said, slightly surprised that she did accept after all. “Dorothy, first thing tomorrow morning I need you to set up a transfer of two million dollars to Ms. Garcia’s charity accounts.”
“Yes ma’am,” she replied, scribbling down the note on her clipboard. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Dorothy.”
She made a quick exit, and you set your tea on the coffee table, laying back down on the couch, shutting your eyes with a contented sigh. It did feel good to win, even if it was against your husband.
Footsteps entered the room. “Dorothy?” you asked, not looking up. “Is there something else?”
“Not Dorothy,” a deep voice reverberated in the otherwise quiet room, causing your eyes to snap open as you quickly rose once more to a sitting position.
“Terry! It’s past one a.m.! Where did you go?”
He smiled his ever-placating smile. “It was just a small late night session with a few of my senseis. I needed to prepare them with some new techniques for tomorrow’s classes.”
Your brow furrowed and you turned from him, now sitting facing straight ahead. “Yes, the dojo. Why bother asking when that’s always the answer?”
He sat down beside you, and ever so gently took your chin into his hand, guiding your face back to look him in the eyes once more. You saw only love in them. His hand didn’t leave your face, and he stroked your cheekbone tenderly as he spoke.
“I’m afraid that’s true, my love, which is why I’m glad you’ve waited up for me. We see so little of each other these days. I have a vision for these children, for the dojo, for our very methods of karate, a vision that has regrettably taken my time away from you.”
Slowly, almost mournfully, he drew you in closer, placing a sweet kiss upon your lips. Even all these years later, you still felt the same butterflies, the same rush of heat to your face as you did the very first time he kissed you. Which is probably why you didn’t register the slow subtle movement of his hand down the side of your face, didn’t notice as his fingers wrapped around your throat.
His grip was as gentle as could be, his hand merely resting there, as he broke the kiss, but the threat was clear. His eyes, tender only moments before, were now cold as ice.
“You forget how long I’ve known you, my love. I can tell when you’re lying to me.”
You placed your hand onto his, deftly moving it so that your fingers interlocked. You had neutralized his “threat” but the message was still there. “What do you mean?” you asked. Better to deny until you couldn’t deny anymore.
“Eva Garcia. You paid her off.”
You took some silent offense to his accusation, however true it may be. “What makes you say that?”
“I had my suspicions this afternoon, but Dorothy is quite loud. Loud enough to confirm those suspicions at least. I could hear your discussion from the entryway.”
“Damn,” you whispered, averting your eyes.
He pulled you in close, the gesture forgiving, even if he was upset. “Why did you do it, beloved?”
Because none of that matters, you wanted to say. None of the scheming and manipulation mattered if it meant that Terry cared more about the dojo than you. What mattered was that you were in his arms, he was so close to you, and he was looking at you, really looking at you, in a way that he hadn’t in months. All it took was one “My love,” one hint of the old Terry to send your defenses crumbling.
You buried your head in his chest and his arms wrapped tighter around you to hold you closer. “I just miss you. And I hate Cobra Kai.”
“You what?” came his reply, his tone dangerously low, not at all the comforting sound you would have hoped for.
“I hate that damn dojo and Danny LaRusso and Johnny Lawrence and John Kreese and all of it, because it’s taking you away from me and I don’t know what’s happening to you.” You looked up at him, placing a hand on his cheek. “What happened to the sweet Terry that played piano in the mornings and saved the scheming and manipulation for business deals instead of wasting all that energy on a bunch of children?”
His face shifted into what you could only call a sneer. “That Terry was a facade. He let the world tell him who he had to be. I’m finally me again, darling.” A bitter laugh. "I was about to start a mindfulness app with some millennial internet personality for God's sake."
“And I forgive you for that!”
He gripped your shoulders tightly. “I’m alive in a way I haven’t been since Cobra Kai in the 80s.”
“You told me you were on cocaine back then!” you exclaimed. You looked into his pupils trying to see if they were dilated. Not being able to discern anything, you rushed pushed yourself off of the couch and rushed to your bedroom. Terry only sighed and followed after you. You dashed to his nightstand and began rifling through its drawer. “Please tell me you aren’t on something, Terry.”
He took your hands into his own and shut the drawer, effectively calming the frantic state of your body, but not of your mind. “I’m not on anything.”
“Are you just telling me what I want to hear?”
“You’re the one person in this world that I could never lie to.”
“Then promise me something, right now.”
“Anything, my love.”
“Just… be here. Even when you're here, it’s like you’re not here. Do your karate crap, destroy your enemies, truly, I don’t care, but I can’t keep going like this. I need you.”
You saw the beginnings of a smile on the edge of his lips when you said that, and you knew that you had said the right thing. If there’s one thing your husband enjoyed, it was the idea that you needed him above all else.
Suddenly his hands were gripping your waist, tense and itching to move lower, and although his face was only inches from yours, you could see how wide his grin was. “What do you say I prove it to you right now?” he asked, slowly backing toward the bed.
You gave no verbal reply, only captured his lips in a heated kiss before succumbing to him completely.
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A/N: I don't write smut, but I just want to say, smut definitely happened.
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#terry silver x reader#terry silver imagine#terry silver x you#cobra kai x reader#karate kid x reader#cobra kai imagine#karate kid imagine
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“somewhere private”
request!
warnings: smut, douche austin, frat austin, reader is “not like other girls” 🤭, fem reader, drinking, dubious consent (reader is a bit tipsy)
the last frat party of the last semester of the year was in full rage, flashing led lights, way too loud music, and your friend who dragged you there had been led up to one of the phi alpha theta… delta… kappa… whatever the frat the boy had belonged to’s dorm.
people bumped passed you, jell-o shots in hand, you felt so out of place. you were practically picked up and carried to this frat by your dorm mate who had hyped up these parties and made it seem like they were out of project x or something.
the skirt that was basically a belt rode up with every step you took to the kitchen trying to find any drop of alcohol you could find to make your night better, pulling it down for the umpteenth time that night had taken away your attention and awareness of the people around you, causing you to plow into the firm chest in front of you.
“woah, what happened to introducing yourself?” the low voice with what sounded like a light country accent sounded above you.
you could tell your cheeks went bright pink by the burning sensation that spread across your face. “i’m sorry… god i’m so… clumsy i’m sorry.” god, why did you sound so meek? sirens blared in your mind telling you to shut the situation down before you embarrassed yourself more.
“you’re wearing my drink, honey. let me get you a new one or even better, a change of clothes. how’s that sound?” it seemed the wine coolers in your system had caught up to you because before you could let your logic speak your mouth was saying yes because all you could focus on was he seemed to be the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen.
so, your fingers intertwined in his he helped you stumble up the seemingly thousands of steps with his free hand on your lower back, your stomach flipping and not from the alcohol.
you reached what you assumed would be his room, it was surprisingly clean and smelled like a lingering cologne. “y’got roommates? is someone gonna come in here getting to 3rd base with a freshman who doesn’t know any better?” you questioned as he led you into his connected bathroom.
“nah, i’m pretty much the leader around here, don’t allow roommates.”
as you scanned the area you saw evidence of an actual hygiene routine which you then mentally patted yourself on the back for choosing the right guy to bump into.
when the both of you got inside, you instantly turned the tap on and bent down to drink, his hands coming to card through your hair and make a makeshift ponytail for you while he laughed.
the water halted and you straightened back up to give him an angry look which probably didn’t intimidate him as much as you had hoped.
“let’s get this shirt off, kay? i’ll leave and just let me know when you need me to get you a fresh shirt.” but before he could get his hand to the door knob, you reached out to grip his wrist, you don’t know why you did it, but you just didn’t want to be alone.
“can you um.. can you help?” once again your cheeks heated up because of how small your voice sounded, you hoped he didn’t take this as an invitation for something but also at the same time maybe you did.
“uh.. yeah sure. just, put your arms up f’me.” and like he had control over you, they instantly went up and he was pulling your thin and soaked shirt over your head.
after it was taken off and placed next to the both of you, you slumped into his shoulder, sighing.
suddenly the cold air brought you back to reality, more so made you realize you were exposed to a stranger, in just a bra and skirt.
“imsosorry, um you don’t have to stay, i can clean myself up and be on my way out with my shirt.” you knew it was the right thing to say, although a part of you really wished he’d stay.
that sly smirk on his face wasn’t unrecognized by you, and your dreams of him staying with you grew.
“wouldn’t want to leave you alone, you know, for safety of course” he said with a joking tone, severely easing the tension between you two.
grabbing a small hand towel by the sink and setting it with warm water, he brought it up to your chest to wipe some of the excess alcohol on your skin that was slowly getting sticky from the air.
you couldn’t help your eyes from flicking down to your chest and back up to him, you couldn’t stop your quickened breaths, they were extremely noticeable by your bare chest being completely opened to him.
“i had my eye on you tonight, may have accidentally on purpose bumped into you. but i didn’t mean to spill my drink on you, if you can believe me.”
that’s all it took for you to finally be okay with how bad you wanted to kiss him, he wanted you first so it was okay right?
he tasted like beer and whiskey as you unbuttoned his already partially open shirt, he went down to your collarbones as you played with the the hair at the nape of his neck.
he lowered himself once more down to your thighs where he placed big sloppy opened mouth kisses all around and on the inside of your thighs. 
everything everywhere was throbbing, your head, your stomach, your cunt.
he attached to your clothed core, moaning when he felt the wet spot that was already there.
“you don’t have to- if you don’t want.”
he looked up at you, reluctantly pulling away, leaving you feeling cold.
“every bone in my body wants to do this, but if you don’t want to just say the word and i will leave you alone and get you the shirt no questions asked.” your hand still attached to his neck answered for you, pushing him down back to where you needed him most.
he quickly dragged down your thong to your ankles, finally giving you the skin to skin contact you craved.
his tongue was like magic, you knew it was probably from the throngs of girls he had learned it from but you pushed it to the back of your head as your heels dug into his back, pressing him closer to you.
your hands stayed in his hair, completely taking control, but from the groans that were going into you, you didn’t think he had a problem with it.
you were practically fucking his face, back arching, lewd noises bouncing off the acoustic bathroom, but you only had your end goal in mind.
his fingers found themselves inside you, filling you up.
he shook his head side to side wildly, causing you to clutch onto the end of the counter, teeth dragging your bottom lip in.
when you finished, you were spent, falling back into the mirror, but while you were done, he wasn’t.
though he slowed down he continued his attack on you, causing overstimulated whines to leave you,
once you had stars in your sight, you had to pull him away for your own sake. all over his chin was you, he wiped his mouth as he also pulled his fingers out.
you brought them to your mouth making eye contact as you followed your cheeks around them.
“i knew i liked you.” he watched in amazement as he pressed down his fingers, opening your mouth. 
he promptly stood up, hand on your knee.
“let’s go get you that shirt, shall we?”
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What about Terry and Mike in the OT3? are they a thing to or do they only agree to share Daniel?
My boy always gets sidelined, and this dynamic gets ignored even more than Labarnes, which is also criminally underrated. I get it, cause Mike and Terry spent most of their screentime separately and with Daniel, in kk3 and ck s5, and so we really don’t have much to go on, unfortunately. But I’m gonna go full meta on this, even if I sound delulu.
So look, Terry says "perfect" like 4 times? And it’s always in reference to Mike. He’s just like me fr.
Mike is sort of the Johnny to Terry’s Kreese, in a sense? I say this loosely because there’s a sort of fatherly attachment in that dynamic that isn’t present here. Kreese trained Johnny, and so he sort of molded him and contributed to Johnny’s success as a two-time avt champ. Mike came to Terry already a national champion, and going by his reputation as "Karate’s Bad Boy", whoever trained him was either giving him the Cobra Kai kool-aid on steroids, or Mike was just that fucked up naturally lol. And Mike really is perfect because Terry doesn’t need to put any time or effort into him. Mike is just another financial investment, and Terry loves throwing his money around. And Mike even negotiates with him like a boss. He walked in there, not batting an eye at Terry being butt ass naked in a tub, and really said "50% or I walk" and Terry was just like "bet." AND Mike says he wants that shit in writing, and Terry draws up a whole contract with a real lawyer?? Promising 50% of Cobra Kai to this kid??? Mike is honestly so iconic. I said this before, but Mike was pretty much poised to become the face of Cobra Kai. He was supposed to be their champion and their saving grace. They were going to open dojos all over the valley when not if he won. Half of which he’d legally own. So he was basically inheriting Terry’s legacy as well.
was this really necessary sir
and this
Granted, Terry has a personal space issue with like everyone, apparently, but still, grabbing his hair? It’s not even like Mike has long hair for him to grab in the first place. And I don’t think you have to practically spit in his mouth to pretend threaten him.💀
literally, why are they standing this way
just look at the way Daniel and Kreese look at him😭
It’s giving
And then in s5, Terry burned down Mike’s store, and of course everyone links that to his jealousy over Daniel. But that store was Mike’s father-in-law’s store. So yeah it affected Mike, but it obviously affected his wife much worse lbr. And what did this lead to? Supposedly, Mike’s wife leaving him. So he basically ruined Mike’s marriage the same way he tried to do with Daniel and Amanda. 👀
And okay idc if this is a reach but Mike being on something even "stronger" than alcohol...While Terry confirmed he was on crack back in the 80s.......Remember Daniel's "your ponytailed pimp" line.
And when he mocks Johnny for being dumb and "attacking me on my own turf" which technically was Mike’s idea, BUT earlier he also said, "Uh oh, fellas, I don’t think this is gonna turn out like you thought it would." only AFTER Mike got knocked out. Because even though they would have still been outnumbered with Mike in the fight, he knew none of his little foot fist ninjas were going to stand a chance against Mike. So Mike is taken out of the fight and just like tossed in another room, which puts him conveniently out of harm's way. It’s not like he was locked in or whatever so I don’t think the major concern here was keeping him from waking up and rejoining the fight.
And btw, Mike’s plan was what ended up saving the day, cause Terry arrived too late to the dojo and was in no condition to fight Daniel. King Shit.💅
Then Terry leaves Chozen for dead in his pool and tells the senseis to pull an mk fatality on Johnny. And Mike? Just let him sleep it off. <33
like hello??
Terry knew what he was doing. He wanted Mike back by his side on a pretty leash and Daniel on his knees for him.
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A Carmen Berzatto Universe
Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.
Page 4: Pastina
Vanessa was having a good day. Though the temperature was below freezing, the sun was out and it was illuminating every inch of her apartment. She’d swept the floors, dusted the baseboards, taken out the trash, the recycling and finished her last load of laundry – all before one o’clock on Saturday. She’d even washed and dried her sheets and duvet cover, which was usually feat in itself.
Standing in her closet, she was plucking out items she hadn’t worn in the last year to go to donation when her phone began to chirp.
Crossing the bedroom, she tapped on the screen.
From: Sydney
Remind me your address
Vanessa was surprised by the request, she could always have asked Carmen – it was the peak of lunch rush on a Saturday – she was sure they were together. She rattled off her address nonetheless.
A beat passed before her phone dinged again.
From: Sydney
Putting Carmen in an Uber to your place
From: Sydney
He’s come to work sick for three days and today is the worst
From: Sydney
He can’t be here and he can’t be trusted to take care of himself
Vanessa frowned. It had been almost a week since she’d seen Carmy in the flesh – he was insistent he was busy around the restaurant and helping his sister with a few things. They’d talked on the phone and texted plenty, but he never mentioned being sick.
From: Vanessa
Thanks, Syd. I’ll handle it.
It wouldn’t take long for Carm to arrive, so she set off to prepare.
If there was one thing Vanessa was good at, it was taking care of others. She pulled out her electric tea kettle, sliced lemons and placed a variety of teas on the kitchen counter. Then, she returned to her closet to grab a clean pair of Carmen’s sweatpants and a soft Cubs T-shirt she had stolen from him weeks ago, setting them out on the bed.
Just as she dropped a Vick’s vapor tablet on the shower floor, her intercom buzzed with a warning that a known guest was coming up the elevator. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she knew she’d have her work cut out for her.
“Hi there,” she greeted softly as she swung the door open. Carmen looked like hell. His skin was pale and clammy, his eyes were rimmed with red and his nose was tinged pink. She could tell he was exclusively breathing out of his mouth.
“I told Syd not to send me here,” he replied. Confirmed – only out of his mouth.
“Syd’s a good friend, baby,” Vanessa cooed, taking his hand and gently pulling him inside. She untied his apron while he stepped out of his sneakers, standing still with his head hung low. “Now, I’m going to make you some tea and pastina,” she began, guiding him gently through the apartment by his shoulders. “But first you’re going to strip and shower,” she added, bringing him right to the bathroom. “I want you to you use that tea tree oil body wash and make sure you stand over that Vick’s tablet and really breathe in,” she instructed. “I’ll put some of the rub on your chest when you’re tucked in.”
“Ness, I –” His eyes were puffy and his mouth began to morph into a pouted frown. They’d only been dating eight months – it was too early for her to see him this pathetic.
“I know sweetheart, just let me take care of you, okay?” She asked, hands on his chest as she pecked his cheek gently. “When you’re done, we’ll get some fluids down and I’ll make you a nice little decongestant-Tylenol cocktail,” she finished, “doesn’t that sound nice?” Vanessa pushed his unruly curls back from his face. He nodded somberly, and it gave her heart a squeeze.
“’kay,” he mumbled.
“There’s clean clothes for you on the bed,” she cooed, giving him a little love tap toward the shower before she exited the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
She waited to hear the water turn on before setting off toward the kitchen.
Vanessa grew up in a household that made pastina alongside flat ginger ale for any common illness and she’d do the same for Carm. A good fifteen minutes passed before she heard the water turn off. She was finished with lunch a few minutes later and loaded up a tray with a bowl of pastina, a mug of hot tea, an ice water and a flat ginger ale, all accompanied by a sleeve of saltine crackers. That, and a small pharmacy of over-the-counter medicine.
Entering the bedroom, she set the tray down on her vanity as Carmen pulled his sweatpants up over his hips. She grabbed a wide tooth comb from her vanity before walking over and gently running it through Carmen’s hair. She was sure she could hear him purring beneath her touch.
“Shirt on, then in bed, okay?” She whispered, reveling in the touch of his heated skin under her fingertips. “Right in the middle, get comfy with those pillows,” she encouraged. Carmen followed her instructions diligently.
In that moment, she saw a little boy in her bed, looking up at her with muted hope as she neared with a big tray of help.
After setting the tray over his legs, she arranged an extra throw around his feet – just to be safe.
“Tell me what doesn’t feel good, baby,” she cooed, rubbing up and down his blanketed leg.
“M’got a fever,” he mumbled. “My throat’s dry and I’ve been sneezing a lot – nose is all fucked up – stuffed up,” he corrected himself. Vanessa swept over to the bathroom, pulling a thermometer and box of Kleenex from her medicine chest.
“Under the tongue, please,” she said, uncapping the thermometer. Carmen obliged as she sat the Kleenex on her nightstand – still within reach, and a wastebasket just at the side of the bed.
“102.3,” Carmen read off the little digital screen.
“Okay, have you taken any Advil or Tylenol today?” Carm shook his head at her question. “No Nyquil or Dayquil?” She pressed, to which he shook his head again. She kept her annoyance at bay, he didn’t need a scolding, he needed to feel better, and it was clear he wasn’t used to someone taking care of him. “Why don’t you start sipping this?” She gently handed him the glass of ice water. She pulled together a nice little concoction of medicine that would help with the fever and stuffiness alongside a few throat lozenges. She marked the time he took the acetaminophen and how much on her bedside notepad.
Carmy began to nose at the pastina and took a few cursory spoonfuls, groaning happily.
“S’good,” he mumbled.
“Good baby,” Vanessa smiled, “eat as much as you can,” she stood from the bed. “I’m going to grab the humidifier really quick – that’s going to take the edge off your dry throat,” she explained. “Why don’t you turn on the bakeoff, huh?” She leaned over, pushing his half-damp curls back from his face and handing him the remote. “That’ll make you feel better.”
Carmen looked up at her like she hung the moon, and after the last forty-five minutes of interaction, he was sure she probably did.
She reappeared at his side a while later, plugging in the humidifier to mist right over him. It smelled like peppermint – at least, what he was able to smell through his one unclogged nostril.
With his soup mostly gone and both ice water and tea half-empty, she shifted the tray to the other nightstand, “his” nightstand.
She could see the meds doing their job, and his eyelids getting heavier by the second.
“Lay back, Carm,” she whispered, watching as he scooted further down in the bed, the intro to GBBO starting up. “I’m just gonna rub a little Vick’s to help you breathe during your nap,” she said, opening up the little container with a plastic snick.
Carmen stared up at her adoringly as she rubbed in the medicated lotion at the base of his neck.
“M’not even that tired, probably won’t sleep,” he said earnestly, and she did her very best attempt at holding in her laughter.
“You don’t think so?” She hummed softly.
“No,” he mumbled.
“Maybe you could just try for me? I’d consider it a favor,” she said endearingly.
“I’ll try for you,” he said, his eyes close enough to closing that she could see the blonde roots of his lashes. She slowly raised herself from the bed, pausing as he barely rest his hand on hers. “Ness?” He mumbled.
“Yeah Carm?” She asked gently.
“I love you,” he managed before his eyes rolled back and he succumbed all together.
“Love you, too, Carmy,” she grinned. It was the first time they’d said it to one another.
Though, she was confident he may not quite remember it this time around.
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Loveee this picture of Harry 😩😩😩😵💫
TW: smut and horniness, no actual sex. I know I just did a virgin!y/n thing about Harry but…………. Consider this the prequel to that. Harry helps y/n get herself off bc she’s waiting til marriage. Smut, horniness, masturbating, language, etc.
“Hazza?” Y/N’s soft voice broke the silence, panic was evident in her tone.
“What’s wrong, Y/N? What happened?”
“I feel weird.” she shifted, rubbing gently against the arm of the couch.
Harry rotated on the basement couch to look at her. “Are you sick?”
“No… well maybe. I don’t know,” she whined and Harry placed a hand to her forehead.
“You don’t seem sick,” he mused. “What does it feel like?”
You described the sensation in vivid detail and his cheeks heated up with realization.
“What’s wrong with me?” she moaned tearfully as Harry licked his lips and responded slowly, “Tell me more?”
“It hurts… down there. It doesn’t quite hurt… it’s burning… throbbing, that’s it.”
“You’re horny.” The words fell like bricks into her ears.
“What?”
“Horny, sweetie. It’s when you-“
“ ‘Kay, Harry, I get it.” she snapped in annoyed disbelief.
“What made you horny, Y/N?” he had to ask.
“Well,” she began nervously, chewing her bottom lip. “You were holding me really close and whispering to me… and I know we’re just friends. And I’m sorry. But the …”
“I got you all bothered?” Harry couldn’t hide his proud grin. “Woah. I thought a girl like you would have higher standards!”
“Nope. Low as hell,” she couldn’t help but joke around with him. “I don’t know why but it was so fvcking sexy and I thought it was butterflies but then they went down.”
“Wow.” Harry began nervously moving his hands around. “Do you still want to wait until marriage or… do I need to teach you how to get yourself off?”
“You mean, masturbate?”
“Well… yes,” Harry settled finally.
“How often do you masturbate?” you couldn’t help but ask, laughing when his face reddened.
“Questions about my sex life, hm? My, you’re getting gutsy.” he smirked, looking directly into her concerned eyes and causing the throbbing to advance. “Every week or so… sometimes more often than others.”
“Oh.” Another panicked thought entered her naïve mind. “What if my parents find us…”
“Do you use tampons?”
“No,” she replied slowly, stroking her ponytail. “Never tried putting anything up there.”
“Does your mom?” He quickly emphasized when he saw your face. “Well obviously,” he chuckled. “You exist, don’t you?”
You erupted into choking laughter and he shushed you.
“Does your mom use tampons, I meant? Your sister?”
“My sister does,” she said quickly.
“Can you get one from her?”
“I’ll see.” She started up the basement stairs, in a mission. Her dad was in the kitchen making dinner and he questioned where she were going in such a rush and she just laughed it off, saying she needed a phone charger.
She returned from her sister’s room charger-free, but tampon in hand. She brought it proudly to Harry and dropped it in his cupped hands.
“Good dog. You fetched!” He snickered. “Do you want a cookie? Or a bone, I should say.”
“Ha-ha. You’re hilarious,” she grumped. “Now look at it, will that do?”
Harry opened the package and analyzed the tampon intently. “It’s thick,” he noticed. “Does it have to be?”
“They make ultra-thin ones now,” she said. “But that was the smallest one my sister had.”
“It will make do,” he placed it back into her smaller hand. “Now, what you need to do is to put it up in there and move it around. A specific spot—your g-spot—will feel amazing. Shove it back into that place until you cum. Sound good?”
Her cheeks reddened. That sounded horrible. “Wait, where is my g-spot?” She was also comically appalled that her best friend was practically teaching her how to fvck herself.
“You’ll find it. Also, go in the shower so you don’t mess up the floor.”
“What does an orgasm feel like?”
“Y/N, go.” Harry commanded. “You’ll figure it out.”
She walked stiffly into the bathroom, not wanting to irritate her throbbing pussy. She was terrified of shoving an object into herself to get off, but here she was.
She was afraid it would either hurt, or Harry was fvcking with her about being horny at all. Still, she removed her pants and underwear, stepped into the shower and gripped the tampon firmly. She wiggled it in, testing how deep it could go.
In and out? Around and around? What had Harry said?
It was pleasantly less painful than she had expected, but she couldn’t get over the fact that her best friend had gotten her horny.
The sensation she experienced when she finally got better was unexplainable. She had never dreamed that such a feeling could exist. She sat down, still half naked, on the toilet, put her head in her hands and laughed to herself.
Breathing hard, she threw the tampon away and put on her clothes. She walked out of the bathroom, the carpet squishing between her toes.
“How was it?” Harry looked up from his phone to examine her. “Did it help?”
She nodded slowly before wrapping her arms around him in a strong embrace.
“Careful,” he warned jokingly. “Don’t want anything else to happen to ya, do we?”
She continued hugging him and he felt an all-too-familiar feeling surge through his body. “Let’s just try and ignore each other for a minute,” he suggested. “We’ll feel better.”
“What do you mean?” She asked quizzically and he rolled his eyes. “Horny fiend,” he grunted. “You know damn well.”
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Digital Teardrops ( Techno but also not )
Zane was acting weird.
They were always weird, in a way, but this was different. Zane was distant, even from PIXAL. Actually, PIXAL had also been acting weird. His weird bit wasn’t very long, as he went back to his normal self after a few days. The Nindroid would say as little as possible to their teammates. Interact as little as possible. The only person they did seem to talk to at all was Lloyd, and even the green ninja didn’t get them to talk very much.
One night, everything changed. It was a Friday evening, which meant Kai was cooking and Cole was doing the dishes. Kai had made a plan to try and get Zane to talk, and he put it to action that night. “ Kay, I finished dinner! “ Kai yelled, which basically summoned the whole team. Kai had made peanut butter noodles with snow peas and carrots. “ It smells amazing! “ Nya exclaimed. Everyone else agreed as they all sat down.
Zane sat in their usual spot in-between Jay and Cole. As usual for the last few weeks, Zane didn’t speak unless they were being talked to directly. All was normal, and Kai’s plan was in action. He, for almost all of dinner, tried to continuously talk to Zane directly, as that was the only way they would talk. It was casual talk. Nothing out of the ordinary there, until after dinner was over. Everyone went to their rooms and eventually fell asleep.
Except for Zane.
They just couldn’t. The reason they had been acting weird was because they were afraid. Afraid of their element, afraid of their thoughts, afraid of themself. They hated being left alone with their thoughts because they were afraid of what they had done when they were the Ice Emperor. They had hurt so, so many people. Ended so many innocent lives. Lives that Vex made them end because they were in his way. Zane got off of their bed and opened their window. The stars in the sky danced around the moon. This far away from the city, Zane was able to actually see them.
They were always there for the others.
When Kai broke down about his parents, or when Cole became a ghost, Lloyd when he was forced to age and become the chosen on to save the world, and Jay and Nya about the erased timeline. These are just a few examples. Zane was always there when the others showed vulnerability and tears, but they had never shown anyone else their vulnerable side. Even PIXAL has been vulnerable around them, but he had never seen them like that before, even when he lived in their head.
It wasn’t like they didn’t want to ask for help, but they just felt like it wasn’t worth the trouble. “ Hey, Zane? “ Were they hearing things? “ Zane! Hey! “ Nope. Zane turned around, and there in the doorway stood Jay. Their blue boyfriend had his curly hair down rather than in a ponytail, which made it reach all the way to the middle of his back, he wore blue pajamas with white lightning bolts and yellow smiley faces. He walked over to the white ninja, who was very much taller than him. “ Jay, it’s late. Go back to sleep. “ Zane said. “ No! “ Jay cupped their cold, metal face in his hands. “ Not until you tell me what’s wrong! You’ve been not talking and acting really weird for weeks! Please, Snowball, what’s going on? “
Zane shook their head. “ I’m alright. Now please, go get rest. We have training tomorrow. “ They replied. They weren’t lying, the ninja did have training the next morning. “ Zane. Seriously, what’s wrong? You know you can talk to me, right? “ Jay asked. Tears threated to escape Zane’s eyes, and sobs attempted to escape their throat. At first, they kept it down, but after a while, they pulled Jay into a hug and cried into his shoulder. “ Hey, it’s ok, I’m gonna stay. I’ll stay all night. I-if you want me to, that is. “ A muffed ‘yes’ came from Zane, and the two then fell onto the carpeted flooring of Zane’s bedroom, and Jay just didn’t leave.
If this is what it took for Zane to feel better, then this is what it took.
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I love your stories 🥺 if you want to, can you do one where we are a hairdresser and CK Terry's usual one who cuts his hair is sick or something so we have to do it, and he is very flirty as we cut/wash/style etc his hair? Maybe we also do the ponytail for him. This is basically my dream job, to have an excuse to touch his beautiful silver hair 😅 thank you!!!!
Thank you so much anon🙏Those compliments mean a lot to me 🤗 I'm a hundred percent with you on your request and I'll gladly write it for you. 🖤Terry's hair is majestic 😍
It was the first day stepping in for my aunt at her little hair salon. I don't usually work here but since she had to undergo a hip surgery I managed to come here and step in for the time. I was standing behind the counter when the door opened and a tall man with white hair, wearing a ponytail, entered the salon. I couldn't deny he looked very handsome. "Good morning my name is Terry Silver, I have an appointment with Rosie." "Oh hi I'm Y/N, I'm her niece. She's undergoing a hip surgery and I'm stepping in for her. If that's okay for you of course." he gave me a very charming smile. "Oh my, tell her greetings when you visit her. And of course, I'll gladly give myself in your hands." "Very nice, alright then follow me to my station." We both walked over and he took a seat. "Okay Mr Silver is it okay if I take your hair tie out for you?" "Of course, go ahead." I did as I said and let my fingers run through his wonderful soft silver locks. He looked absolutely gorgeous with his hair down. "You're wearing a ponytail quite often do you?" I asked still tucking on his hair. "Well I'm teaching karate it's better to wear my hair up when I do that." "It's a shame, the way it frames your face is wonderful. Alright so what are we doing and don't say we have to get rid of those beautiful locks. I'm afraid we can't be friends if you ask me to do that." "I actually wanted them as short as possible with black hair dye but since you're such a lovely person I think I'll just go with a light trim. I can't take the risk of losing the new friend I just made." "You're quite a charmer Mr Silver." "Terry, please call me Terry." I gave him a warm smile. "Alright Terry let's wash your hair first. Tell me if you're uncomfortable and if the water is too hot." I started to add shampoo on his hair and started massaging his scalp. "So karate,
I'm curious Terry tell me about your dojo." and he started talking about how he first tried to start Cobra Kai with a friend of his, about a tournament they lost and how he ended up starting Cobra Kai again. "Wow that's very impressive Terry." I said while I brushed his wet hair and started to cut it. "But enough from me, tell me about yourself." "Oh well that won't be as exciting as your story but okay. I actually live in (hometown) and work in my own little hair salon. I always wanted to be my own boss you know? That's why I'm able to step in for my aunt here. I'm pretty much on my own most of the time but that's okay. There are not many interesting things I can tell you about me Terry. "." Oh don't say that I actually enjoyed listening to you it's refreshing. Y/N I was wondering if you maybe have the time for a coffee or maybe dinner. I really like you and I'd love to get to know you better. " I blushed at his words and took the hair dryer." Well Terry I don't usually go on dates with my clients. "."Technically I'm not your client. I'm your aunts client." he looked at me with a mischievous smile. "You're a real fox Terry. But seriously I would love to go out with you, you seem like a very nice guy." I blow dried his hair and showed him my work in the mirrors. "What do you think?" "It's perfect Y/N thank you umm would you mind putting my hair into a ponytail?" he asked "Do you have to teach karate today?" he looked at me confused "No why?" "Because I don't see a reason to tie these gorgeous silver locks together." he laughed shaking his head. We both went to the counter exchanged phone numbers and he paid. "Thank you for the amazing service and the wonderful company. I haven't had such nice conversations in years." "It was a pleasure Terry. Have a good day and call me about our dinner date." "I will Y/N, I hope to see you soon." with that he walked out of the salon and left me smiling to myself.
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