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ncityprincess · 1 year

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night time routine

pairing: boyfriend Johnny x y/n

plot: just a cute lil blurb about Johnny being in love with his girlfriend that may or may not be completely self indulgent. enjoy!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!

he knew how impotant your nighttime routine was to you.

you and Johnny had been living together for a little over a year, and throughout those 365+ days and nights, he became accustomed to your little quirks and schedules. every night at around 9:00 pm, you always had the same routine: take a steaming hot shower, brew a pot of tea, sit on the couch, and finally join him in bed.

some nights your showers were relatively quick. especially if you were extra tired and ready to call it a night. other times it was your “everything shower” as you liked to call it, and it would take you much longer. you may plop on a sheet mask for extra relaxation, and maybe even beckon Johnny to join you for an impromptu spa night. either way, Johnny knew that this was your personal quality time for yourself, and made sure to give you your space.

you were both night owls in your own ways. johnny preferred to spend his evenings playing a video game with his buddies, or maybe even work on some of his latest beats and photographs. if there was a show that piqued his interest, he would binge watch a whole season in one night. your preferred method of unwinding, however, was peace and quiet. the two of you were more than happy to coexist in your cozy little apartment.

tonight was no different than any other night, although for some reason, johnny was feeling particularly infatuated with you.

he watched from his gaming chair as you sat on the couch, curled up under your favorite pink fuzzy blanket engrossed in a book. your glasses sat low on the bridge of your nose as you leaned your head down into the book. you must’ve been really invested in this particular scene, he thought.

your hair was tucked away to protect it from your eventual night’s sleep, and you had on one of his giant [on you] t-shirts. he always loved to "scold" you for stealing his clothes because he thoroughly enjoyed how whiny you got. “your shirts are just extra comfy!” he truly didn't mind when you wore his clothes. in fact, he loved it. it made him feel almost...territorial over you. you were wearing his clothes, making it known that you were spoken for. all his.

Johnny took this opportunity to stare intensely at you while you were distracted by your novel. the book must have really hooked you, because you could barely tear your eyes away from it as you reached for your tea cup on the coffee table.

the longer Johnny watched you, the more his desire for you grew. with each second that passed he felt his sadistic side come out. here you were, sitting so comfortably, so innocently on a quiet evening. you had no idea what kind of evil thoughts your boyfriend was conjuring up in that head of his.

Johnny felt the familiar sensation of blood rushing to his dick. he couldn't help it! you were just so intoxicating. and the best part was, you didn't even know it. you would never be able to grasp just how much Johnny longed for you. he loved every single side of you. dressed to the nines, hoodie and leggings, acne treatments and teeth whitening strips. he loved it all.

johnny's body moved on autopilot as he got up from his chair and stalked over to where you were sitting on the couch. the sound of his actions brought you back to reality, and you flashed him a sweet smile as you looked back down at the last sentence you read. you had no idea what you were in for...

Johnny kneeled down in front of the couch and remained silent as he stared at you. you looked back up at him slightly confused and wondering what he was up to. the room was silent and you let out a puzzled laugh. "what?" Johnny said nothing as he slowly pulled your glasses off of your face and placed them on the coffee table. you questioned him again as he set your book aside face down, as to not lose your spot.

you looked up at him with big eyes, completely lost and confused as to what was going on. "do you know how fucking pretty you are?" Johnny asked in a soft tone. you could sense a bit of lust laced in his voice. "I—wha—where is this coming from?" he had effectively rendered you flustered. Johnny always had a way of making you melt without even touching you.

"I get to see you all the time, in every single form." Johnny gently pulled the blanked off of your lap and climbed onto the couch and in between your legs as he spoke in a slow, even tone. "doesn't matter if you're dolled up, fresh out of the gym, first thing in the morning. you are the most beautiful woman to ever walk this earth."

your heart was practically beating out of your chest. you were sure the look on your face was dumbfounded, because that's exactly what you were right now. "John! you...you can't just say things like that out of nowhere" you stuttered softly. Johnny was right on top of you now, looking deeply into your eyes with that signature intense stare. even after dating for all this time, you still had trouble holding eye contact with him.

"fuck, even the way you say my name is so sexy."

"baby..."

Johnny continued to set his thoughts free as he stared down at you. "everything you do is so sexy to me. and the fact that I'm the only one who gets to see all of you drives me fucking insane. only I get to be this close to you. only I can touch this beautiful body. I'm the only one who gets to hear those cute little moans you do so well."

each and every word got you more aroused. here you were with your face buried into your book not even two minutes ago. now, your boyfriend had you exactly where he wanted you: flustered underneath him.

Johnny cupped your face with his large, warm hands and brushed a thumb over your plump bottom lip. "may I?" he asked softly. "please" you breathed out. that's all he needed to hear. he leaned down to press a soft test kiss on your lips. you immediately grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard. whenever Johnny got you this worked up it was a lot easier to show him how you felt, rather than tell him with words.

johnny's tongue brushed against yours as he deepened the kiss. he rutted against your hips once before he sat up on his knees and pulled you by your thighs so that you were laid out on your back. the look in his eyes was hungry. animalistic even. he wanted you and he wanted you now.

you bit your bottom lip as he swiftly pulled your panties down and off your legs. he groaned as he looked down at your soaked core. you started to pull his shirt off of you, but he quickly caught your hands. "nah, leave it on princess." he said with a growl. his possessive demeanor turned you on even more. he continued to hold your hands at your sides as he dove face first into your pussy. you bucked your hips in response, feeling extra sensitive. you wanted to run your hands through his hair so badly as he continued his ministrations against your buzzing clit.

"mmmm babyyyy" you moaned out, rocking your hips against his face. he slobbered on your pussy, then finally let go of one of your hands to run his own against your dripping mound. he slowly pushed his middle finger into your hole and watched you throw your head back. "that's it pretty, you just lay back and let me take care of you. gonna take care of you so good." Johnny pushed a second finger into your sopping wet hole and went back licking you. he quickly moved his head side to side, eager to get you off.

he knew you were going to cum any second now as he heard you panting loudly. he punched his fingers against your g spot a few more times before you finally let out a loud wail as you came. he smirked against your pussy, slowing down his movements as you came down from your high. Johnny sat back up on his heels and watched as your chest heaved up and down. "come up here and taste how good your pussy is, pretty girl." you quickly shot up and crashed your lips against his, moaning at the taste of your cum and his saliva.

"fuck John, that was so good." you moaned against his lips. Johnny got to work on undressing himself and chuckled darkly. "hmm, that was just the beginning, baby. lay back down for me, will ya?"

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babbymochiiii · 3 months

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🔞BIRTHDAY SURPRISE: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎pairing: idol! Johnny x afab! reader

↪︎genre: smut, fluff, romance

↪︎warnings: established relationship, johnny getting blind folded, oral (m), unprotected sex (y’all wrap it up pls), dick riding, dom johnny, sub reader, daddy count (1), dirty talk, Johnny coming inside of reader, pet names; hers: angel, baby; his: baby

↪︎synopsis: you give Johnny a birthday surprise 🎁

↪︎word count: 1.7k

note ✨: Happy birthday to Johnny!!! 🥳 decided to write this fic that’s been brewing in my mind for a bit just because 🤷🏼 and besides it’s straight to the point 😂🫶🏼

requests are open! 🤎

divider credit @chaefilm 🖤

“You’re blind folding me?” Johnny lets out with a chuckle as he goes along with whatever you have planned.

“It’s part of your birthday surprise.” You giggled as you finished off tying the red silk ribbon around his head as you straddled his lap.

“And what could that birthday surprise be?” Johnny hummed sensually as he placed his hands on your hips.

“You just gotta wait and find out.” you whispered in his ear as you gave him a small kiss at the shell of his ear.

Goosebumps formed around the base of Johnny’s neck down to his arm as his grip on your hips tightened. “You’re teasing...” he realized.

“Of course, I am... I gotta build the tension while I have you blinded folded.” you said as you slowly climbed off his lap and towards his hardened length that happily sits high against the air leaking beads of pre cum, waiting for attention of its own.

You came face to face with Johnny’s tip. A strangled moan leaves his lips as he felt your warm breathing hit his shaft causing for a shiver to run through his body. Before he could protest to you, you started to kitten lick his tip, causing him to throw his head back in ecstasy at the feeling.

You continued to kitten lick, enjoying the look of pleasure and torment that started to wrap around Johnny’s facial expression. Johnny bucked his hips up trying to gain some sort of other type of stimulation as he knew that he didn’t like you teasing him with such small licks.

“Tsk, you’re getting needy.” you retorted as you started to fist his shaft.

With a groan, Johnny bucked up at the sensation. “Watch your tone angel. I may be blind folded but that doesn’t mean you have the reigns completely.” he said between teeth as he felt you take as much of his length into your mouth.

“Mmm, you’re always more talk than action anyways baby.” you mumbled as you gasped up for air before going back down and bobbing your head just the way Johnny likes it.

Johnny sat up as much as he could without hurting both you and him and wrapped his fingers in your hair pulling you off of him. “Don’t tempt me angel, you know I’ll make you regret it.”

“Regret it? More like make me love it.” you said as you gave him a somewhat fucked out smile.

“Tsk, you’re a brat, you knew that?” johnny sneered as he blindly guided you back to what you were doing.

Happily going back to business, you started to deep throat Johnny, causing you to gag around his length as you tried to control your breathing.

Johnny felt the way you swallowed around him causing him to groan and tighten his grip on your hair. Making your eyes tear up even more as you continued to push down on him before pulling away, causing strings of saliva to connect from the tip to your mouth.

“I didn’t say you could stop.” Johnny said as he pushed your head back down on his shaft and started to face fuck you, not showing you any sort of mercy.

“Fuck angel your throat is so tight.” Johnny moaned out as he held you down to where the tip of your nose touched the base of his shaft.

You tapped Johnny’s thigh, signaling to him to need to breath, to which he lets you up and lets you catch your breath. As you tried to go back down on him, Johnny pulled your head back.

“I’m not cumming like this. Ride me.” he ordered, not leaving any room for discussion.

You bit your lip as you tried to suppress the smile on your face. “Yes, daddy.” you said as you straddled his lap once again.

Once situated, you take hold of his shaft and align him to your entrance. You slowly sink down, making the two of you moan out at the sensation of your joining.

“Soaking wet as always.” Johnny comments as he felt your slick trinkle down from between your folds to his base.

A moan leaves your lips as his words as you slowly started to fuck yourself.

You held onto his shoulders to level yourself as you started to pick up speed just as the pleasure started to become deliciously intense. Not being able to hold back anymore, Johnny takes hold of your hips as slams you down. This causes you to arch your back and moan out in pleasure at the sensation.

He held you in place as he started to fuck up into you, completely getting lost in the pleasure. You couldn’t complain as this was exactly what you wanted from him. “F-fuck angel you feel so fucking good.” He moans as he bit his bottom lip.

With how intense he was fucking you, the blind fold started to fall down from its original position. Not like either of you cared that it came off, just the intense eye contact that was happening could cause goose bumps to form on your skin.

When the blind fold came off, Johnny could see the pleasure written all over your face as you looked at him. He saw the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head before you threw your head back as strings of moans leave your lips.

Johnny took hold of your waist and flipped both of you over to where he was on top of you, not once coming out of you. He continued his brutal pace inside of you making you see stars.

“So beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous my angel.” Johnny moaned out as he started to see how fucked out you were becoming.

“Mmhm, y-yes…” you trailed off as you moaned.

“Dumb on my cock already angel?” Johnny teased as he started to tweet with your harden nipples.

“Y-yes — “a moan coming from you cut you off as Johnny’s hand trails down to your clit, squeezing it between his fingers.

“Hmmm, just how I like to see you.” Johnny mumbled to himself as he watched the way you react to his touch.

Johnny’s eyes trail down from your face to where you both join together. Seeing the way, you sucked him inside of you had him going feral inside. He pulled out of you, causing you to whimper at the lost feeling of being full.

“Just for a moment baby, I need you to turn for me, okay?” Johnny said as he helped you turn onto your stomach.

Automatically, you arched your ass up off of the bed giving Johnny a full show of your pussy, slick coming out of it for how good he was fucking you.

“Fuck angel, look at the way you’re dripping.” Johnny says as he takes hold of your ass cheeks and spreads them apart so he could get a better view of your wet entrance.

“J-Johnny please…” you whine as you pushed yourself against him.

A slap landed right on your ass, causing you to jolt forward with a moan. “Patience.”

You whimpered as you looked over your shoulder to see Johnny completely mesmerized by the sight before him.

Johnny delivered a couple more slaps before kneading the tender flesh in his hands. He leaned down and placed kisses along your ass cheeks before he bit into one, making you moan loudly.

Aligning himself with your entrance, Johnny thrusted himself into you in one go delivering the fullness you’ve been trying to regain back.

Johnny continued the brutal pace from before, chasing the high within both of you that he knew was around the corner.

“I-I’m…” you trailed off as you stuffed your head between the pillows below you as the pleasure was too much to bear with.

“Fuck yourself on my cock angel.” A hiss escapes through his lips as you start to move yourself along his shaft, chasing the height that’s building up tightly.

With a twitch from your walls and one last thrust on Johnny’s cock, you found your legs shaking in pleasure causing them to give out.

Johnny followed your movement. He pressed himself deeper inside of you due to the position of you laying down completely on the bed. He continued thrusting into you hastily helping you through your orgasm, causing some overstimulation, as he chased after his own high.

You felt like you were on cloud nine as Johnny brought you into overstimulation. Small, whiny moans leave your lips as he continued.

You felt Johnny’s cock twitch inside of you, signaling that he’s about to release his load.

“Angel, fuck I’m so close.” Johnny groaned out as he continued.

“Inside.” You mumbled into the pillows.

Johnny took hold of your hair and pulled your head back. “What was that angel?” He whispered into your ear.

Chills run down your back as goosebumps rise onto your skin. “I-inside of me baby please.” You cried as you felt you were close to a second orgasm.

“Fuck baby…you drive me crazy.” Johnny said as he brought his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue inside of your mouth to dominate the kiss.

Lost in the kiss, you felt the sensation in your stomach tighten once again causing you to clench around Johnny.

“Mmgh, fuck!” Johnny moaned out of the kiss as he started to release his load.

As you felt the hot strands of his cum inside of you, you came around his cock for the second time tonight.

Johnny put his weight on his arms so he wouldn’t fully collapse on you. Slowly, Johnny moved to the side, careful not to hurt you as he was still inside of you. He brought the two of you to your sides where he pushed the hair that clung onto your sweat damp forehead away from your face.

Johnny softly caressed your arm; this causes you to stir slightly at the gentle sensation. Groggily, you opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder to see Johnny smiling down at you with a gentle smile.

“Happy birthday baby.” you said softly as you took hold of his hand.

“Thank you for the birthday surprise angel.” Johnny said as he placed a tender kiss on your shoulder.

With one last shared kiss, the two of you drifted off into sleep content with another successful birthday surprise.

ummm thANK YOU TO MY 100+ FOLLOWERS!? ☹️🖤 honestly to see that so many of you like what I write is enough but to see that many of you following me makes me cry in joy 😭🫶🏼 thank you thank you thank youuuuu you guys encourage me 🖤

But I hope you guys enjoyed this fic! Had to give Johnny something for his birthday (ofc he ain’t seeing this cause— well 💀)

So much love from me to you MWAH MWAH 😚🖤

— mochi 🕷️

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cod-z · 25 days

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[NSFW 18+] Pegging Series (Anon Reveal)

Your media consumption isn't my responsibility | TW: NSFW 18+, Title itself explanatory

Pairing(s): John 'Soap' MacTavish x Stoic!Reader

| One-shots | A/N: My anon reveal and brain-rot. For those who knows said story, yes, I am THAT anon from said blog

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Johnny has a thing for Stoic!Reader because of the mystery behind them, always keeping a poker face even in dire situation and the strong, powerful aura that reader has but it's also reassuring. A mix between Price and Ghost the stern yet comforting from Gaz.

Johnny knocking on stoic!reader's door because Price had asked him to get the paperworks that were needed but ends up just stammering towards reader because the way reader speaks is so emotionless and stern, it sends him into a horny frenzy-

Finally telling stoic!reader what Price wanted, reader dismisses him but he doesn't leave and just stands there like a sweet, lost puppy and who is totally not horny or anything because reader is only in a black tank top and their cargo pants while reader does paperwork.

Stoic!Reader casually staring at Johnny because he hasn't left and asks if there is anything else.

Johnny stutters as he tries to explain that Price, Ghost and Gaz were getting ready for a mission, clenching onto the documents, trying to ask a certain question because poor pup was going to be alone for quite awhile but ends up silencing himself and leaving. 'Cause why would reader do that for him if reader was aroace? (again, sue me).

Not even 2 weeks in when the other three were gone. Johnny pathetically asks Stoic!Reader if they could fuck him.

Stoic!reader who wanted to say 'no' till they saw the twitching outline of Johnny's bulge and felt a twinge of pity for Johnny boy and sighs.

Stoic!reader who says 'yes' but only on one condition which makes Johnny happy, though the next day Johnny was now on his hands and knees with stoic!reader prepping his rim to take in the strap-on they bought online together (Johnny totally didn't get the overnight shipping).

Johnny is already a squirming mess as he came twice already from being prepped by reader. Reader obviously not done with Johnny, had already put the big, girthy, bumpy strap-on, on already and grabs him roughly by his mohawk. Rubbing the plastic-rubber against his weeping cock gathering the cum and proceeds to rub coated strap-on onto his ass, slicking it up before pushing it to the hilt.

Pathetic whining moans leaves Johnny's lips as he's drilled onto Stoic!Reader's bed like reader hates him, shocking Johnny at the full force that comes from reader's frame, he never would've guessed reader would have it in them to be this way. Letting him orgasm in this position twice before doing it once missionary.

Johnny already an overstimulated little pup on stoic!reader's bed, crying from too much pleasure and was ready to give out, to fucked out to even help reader orgasm. But don't worry, reader already had a plan for that.

Stoic!Reader pushing Johnny's legs up, stroking the tip of his cock before guiding it into reader's hole making poor Johnny weep from overstimulation, pain and pleasure. Knees behind Johnny's ass while holding his legs up as reader fucks down onto him, closing in on their own orgasm and Johnny building up his, what? 5th? 7th orgasm? He doesn't know.

Neither of the two hearing the sound of multiple boots hitting the floor nearing reader's barracks. The door opening as both Johnny and Reader orgasms at the same time.

Johnny looks weakly at the other three with a smile, who stared at Stoic!Reader in shock, Reader's expression remains stoice but as their eyes trailing down the three men's body already seeing their growing bulge, stoic!reader gives a small smirk and removes themselves from Johnny (who totally didn't pass out).

Well shit. Price, Ghost and Gaz later on couldn't remember that reader smirked at them, nor did the four remember that reader pecked their foreheads as they all lay together, asleep, after being fucked and looked after by reader.

Stoic!reader who finishes changing, closes the door quietly letting their four boys sleep. Till next time.

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sardonic-the-writer · 17 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: sodapop, ponyboy, johnny cade, and dallas winston

↳ warnings: mentions of being beaten up, various injuries, and angst. no actual description of being jumped

↳ notes: could be interpreted as romantic or platonic. had trouble trying to nail all of them down, so i hope i did them justice. reblogs and comments and greatly appreciated

↳ song: blue moon (take five)—elvis presely

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𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩

• It's mid-day when he stumbles in from a long morning of working on cars down at the DX with Steve. Grease is all along the skin of his hands, and a different kind can be seen slicking back his hair, but that's nothing a hot shower can't fix

• He was on his way to do just that, enjoying the for once empty house as he did so, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw you splayed out on the couch

• You were so still his first thought was that you were taking a nap. But once Soda looked closer, he quickly realized you were doing anything but sleep

• "Hey there Soda." You slurred with a careless grin, elevating your head the best you could to keep blood from dripping into your eye; the likes of which was already beginning to swell an angry red color

• It was clear to Soda what had happened. Everyone in the gang had been jumped once or twice, the more minor ones resulting in a fist fight or two while the bigger fights ended up with scars like Johnny had, and he could tell this was one of the latter

• "Good glory."

• Soda immediately dropped everything to take care of you. Or, when you wouldn't let him fuss over you, insisting you were fine (you were not), he goes out of his way to keep an eye on you. The only times he leaves your side on the couch is to bring you some rubbing alcohol and a bandage for the open wounds

• Turns into such a mother hen. Even after getting a closer look at your injuries, which turned out to be less troubling than he had expected, he still refuses to leave you alone

• "What were you doing walking in that part of town?" He throws his hands in the air as you finally explained where you'd gotten jumped. "You know we ain't liked much there, man."

• You grunted with a mix of pain and annoyance as you sat yourself up more. "Yeah, well I wasn't exactly expecting to get jumped in broad daylight on a public street now, was I?"

• He supposes that's a fair point, but won't admit it. Especially not while your skin is turning various shades of the rainbow

• After that day he always makes sure to remind you not to walk anywhere soc's are known to hang. It even goes as far as him suggesting he could draw you a map, to which you respond by reminding him that you'd lived here just as long as he had and could walk by yourself thank you very much

• "At least make sure you carry a blade or something, yeah?" He practically begs you, all the while staring at the small scar that swiped across the beginning of your hairline. A memory of when you had been stupid enough to get into a fight you knew you wouldn't win

• "Yeah yeah whatever Soda." You puff, promising him that if anything like that ever happens again you won't hesitate to call him or one of the other guys

• He might be a bit overbearing, but by god does Soda love you, so don't you go getting beat up on now

𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲

• This was before he had gotten tag teamed on the way back from the movies, so frankly, when Ponyboy finds you leaning against a brick wall downtown with your head all but limp against it, he thinks he's found a dead body

• Pony is just about to nervously pass it when he notices your shoes—the exact same type he'd seen you wearing the last time you'd met up with him

• Has no idea what to do at first. He'd never seen anyone other than Johnny look like this after getting jumped, and the other boy had been crying. You were just laying there. He supposed that is he had been you, he would have been hollering for his brothers by now

• Doesn't freak out. That's not in his nature. Instead, Pony kind of just stares at you for a moment before walking over and shaking you. Perhaps with a bit more force than nessicary

• Despite his gift with words, Pony couldn't describe the relief that washed over him when he opened his eyes even if he wanted to

• "What happened?" He says your name with an underlying quiver to it, eyes darting around your shoulders as he looks at bruises and cuts. Nothing serious he hopes, but it's hard to tell in the moonlight. If he squints his eyes hard enough, he thinks he sees purple marks in the shape of fingers around your neck

• Sure enough, when you speak your voice is a little wheezey

• "What does it look like?" You cough, throwing your head back against the wall with enough effort that Pony hears a crack. "Owch. Forgot that was there."

• He isn't sure if your asking him about your face, or talking about the brick wall. Either way he wouldn't know what to say, so he just responds by standing up and bringing you with him

• Ponyboy feels about as young as he looks when the two of you first start walking down the dimly lit streets, but by the time he's close enough to see the lights of his house, he swears to himself that his muscles would've given out if the walk had been another block longer

• His brothers, and whoever else happens to be over at the house at the time, mostly take over once he manages to pry the screen door open with his free hand and toss you inside. Pony stands by as they make sure you'll be okay, occasionally making use of his hands by bringing you water or disinfectant

• He tries to skip school the next day to stay home with you and make sure you sleep alright, but is sent off anyways when Darry vetos that idea before he could even fully suggest it

• Real eager to get home all through the school day, and is glad when he walks in on you sitting in his kitchen that afternoon, rubbing at the spots on your neck as you eat a meal Darry managed to scrounge up for you

• Let's just say Pony is always the first to ask you to be safe when you go out alone after that

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲

• If this is Johnny before he himself gets jumped, then you're getting a very concerned friend questioning you in a soft voice as he tries not to look at your injuries too much. He knows that he hates it when people stare at him after his dad hits him, so he attempts to offer you the curtosy he never got

• Post beaten Johnny though? He's a nervous wreck

• It's even worse if he finds you before you find him. His first thought is that the people that did this to you might still be around, and he's ashamed of himself for wanting to run away. Later when he confesses that train of thought to you you reassure him he's fine and that anyone would have done the same thing, but he still gets an icky feeling in his gut anytime he thinks about it

• Assuming that you manage to stumble upon him first though, Johnny knows what to do and how to do it. It's almost sad that he knows the exact way to deal with a situation with this, but seeing as it happened to him not too long ago, it's not exactly a surprise

• He can't stop himself for looking for signs of ring indents on your face as he wipes blood off your face with shakey hands. His gaze is so intense that even through the pounding in your head you can tell what Johnny's thinking

• "It wasn't the same guys." You croak out. Johnny is momentarily startled at your words and turns as if to move away before hesitantly returning to the task at hand

• "Oh." His voice cracks. "Good."

• After making sure you're no longer bleeding, or at the very least hurting with every breath you take, he calls Ponyboy up first thing. It's the only other person he immediately thought of in the moment, and can't remember a time that he was more greatful then when Pony shows up to help him

• The two boys eventually tell everyone else, but that night Johnny relived every bad moment he's ever experienced all in one, and doesn't know that he'd have been able to deal with that if Pony or you hadn't been there; even if you were beaten black and blue

• Sometime later Johnny realizes that he'd been jumping at little things less and less, and a small part of him wonders if going through that with you that one night helped him to overcome some of his own fears. Even if by a little bit

• The thought it is comforting

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬

• Red light filtered through the bar windows as you stumbled up rickety steps to knock on an equally as rickety door

• Your teeth chattered in the night despite it being in the middle of summer, mustering the most genuine smile you could as the entrance eventually opened

• "Dallas here?" You asked the man in the door with a poorly disguised groan

• Whatever would have happened next was promptly cut short at you felt your throat tighten. With a lurch in both your stoumach and your body, you leaned forward to vomit straight on Buck Merril's boots

• "Urg. Oops."

• Buck didn't even bother to growl at you or go look for Dallas before snatching you inside. If it had been a busier night, or if he had liked those boots more, he might have done either of those things. Or just straight up have left you to sit on that doorstep until morning

• But Bucm knew just by looking at you that you were in no condition to be left alone, and that Dallas would kill him if one of his friends died on his doorstep

• The bartender forwent knocking on Dallas' door before busting it open. He only had time to hope that his friend wasn't hooking up with anyone before stomping in, your dazed figure trailing behind him

• Thankfully it was just Dallas in the room. Just a pissed, shirtless looking Dallas. The way he shot up from in his bed made Buck think he had been trying to get some sleep and failing

• "They showed up looking for you. Let me know if you need to phone the hospital." He mummbled before slamming the door on the way out. Dallas barely had time to ask what in the fuck he was talking about before you planted face first on the foot of his bed

• Later he would be annoyed that you got bloodstains all over his sheets, but in the moment he was more focused on your ripped clothes and skin littered with flecks of glass and gravel

• "Got any bandaids Dally?" You ask with a dry tone, the joke falling flat at he three the covers off of himself. Part of them landed on your head over at the other end of the bed, and he rushed to move then away

• "Shit— uh, hold on." Was all he could manage. You took it upon yourself to cautiously crawl up against the wall, mindfully of the way your body screamed at you to stop as you did so

• Dallas finished russeling through one of his dresser drawers— the very same one that he would later go through to give Ponyboy and Johnny his gun after their late night misshap —coming back to you with a sunbleached cloth and some pills

• "Hold that wherever its bleeding the most." He said gruffly. "And take these."

• "What are they?" You swallowed them without waiting for his answer

• "Hangover pills. The only sort of medicine Buck has here that isn't white and powdery." Dally leaned far back from you for a moment to scan your available skin, eyes lingering on the way you winced everytime your stoumach moved in the slightest

• "Got me there the worst." You noticed his looks and chose to talk through your urge to hurl again. "Still feels like the winds been kicked out of me."

• "Soc's?" Is all he asks

• You shake your head. "No. Some other greasers. Picked a fight with them last week. I won and forgot all about it. Didn't realize that they were that ticked off about it."

• Dallas resisted the urge to scoff at you, and it must have shown on his face if the way you laughed said anything

• "Glory Dallas Winston, can you judge me later when I'm not bleeding all across your buddies floor?"

• "Sure sure." He waved, eyebrows furrowing

• He finds himself wishing later that you had gone to Darry or even Steve for help with this stuff. He isn't the best at dressing wounds, even if he's had lots of practice on himself, and knows better than most that his bedside manner isn't exactly the best. When you're not wincing or dry heaving in a bout of pain, the two of you are bickering

• "Anymore tighter and my finger will be likely to fall off, Dal."

• "Shut up."

• For the love of everything good don't ever do this to him again. Dallas has no idea how to be soft with people, and he isn't sure offering you a cigarette right after disinfecting your wounds is the best way to do it

• You accept the unusual gift anyways, shaking your head with a smile as you do so

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 10 months

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Promot 18 and 9 for johnny storm please

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Johnny Storm x plus size reader

Johnny is ok at being a hero, he’s good at extreme sports and he’s a god at sex, but feelings- he can’t do those

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, FWB to lovers, angst, shower sex, Johnny’s a bit of an asshole, I accidentally wrote Johnny as an American Jamie Tartt and I can’t find myself getting mad at it, fluff

WC: 1.2k

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“Holy fuck this pussy is goddamn magical.” Johnny groaned into your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your delicate skin. Cold water rolled down your body, the hot water having long been used up. His thick cock buried to the hilt inside you, his hands firmly planted on your wide hips as he drove into you.

“Johnny I love you.” You moaned. Your back arched as yet another orgasm began to build in your stomach. You reached back for him but only succeeded in skimming his abs with the tips of your fingers. He retaliated by punching into your cunt even harder, forcing your naked chest into the chilled shower tiles and away from him.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned through gritted teeth. Heat began to grow behind you and Johnny’s cock somehow got even hotter inside of you. His right hand released your hip and captured your clit between his fingers, strumming you desperately to your end. “Fuck!”

Heat exploded deep within you and drove you over the edge. “God baby.” You moaned and slumped forward, letting your body relax underneath the cool spray of water.

“Damn baby, that was a good one.” Johnny slapped your plump ass in a friendly manor and pulled out of you.

You winced at the feel of his release escaping you as you stood up straight, letting the water wash your previous activities away. “Yeah it was.” You dismissed. Johnny raised a brow at you as you walked past him, grabbing one of his very expensive white towels on the way out.

“Where are you off to? Got some hot date?” He teased, trailing behind you. You didn’t even glance at him while you grabbed your clothes.

“No but you do. Diamond has been dying to finally get under you.” You sneered her name as you pulled on your panties. He scoffed.

“So what, it’s not like I’m actually dating you.” You froze, your stomach dropping.

“Yeah, I know.” You slipped on your sweater and grabbed the rest of your things. “Goodbye Johnny.” And this time, your goodbye actually sounded real.

——————

Johnny stared at his phone like it had offended him. “What’s up your ass today?” Ben planted himself in his reinforced chair across from the younger man, coffee cup in hand. Johnny just glared at him.

“Y/N’s been ignoring him for a week now.” Sue sat next to her little brother, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“What did you do?” A murderous gaze levelled at him.

“I didn’t do anything!” Johnny retorted with a whine. A notification lit up his phone and he immediately abandoned the conversation in favour of grabbing his phone. He let out a sigh of disappointment, it was just a message from yet another one night stand.

Even without eyebrows, Ben’s brow raised. Johnny crumpled. “I didn’t do anything.” He muttered almost shamefully. “She just left my place the other day and hasn’t called me back even though I’ve texted her like 20 times! That’s 19 more times than I usually do!”

Richard suddenly appeared behind his wife. “And we ask again, what did you ‘not’ do?”

Johnny sighed heavily and slumped over the table. He propped his chin up on the counter, staring off into nothing. “I thought she didn’t mean it, I mean I was in the middle of blowing her back out!” The others winced but he continued. “She said she loved me.”

“And did you say it back?” Sue asked. The silence was all the answers they needed.

“And you’re still seeing other people?” Again there was silence but he nodded.

“And is she?” He shook his head.

“You’re a fucking idiot and you most definitely do not deserve a good woman like that.” Ben slammed his palm on the table, shaking the ground with the force. “Absolute piece of shit, can’t believe how stupid he is.” Ben muttered as he walked away.

Sue and Richard watched him go before turning back to the youngest member of the group. “Johnny, you know what she’s ignoring you. You broke her heart and I think it’s now breaking yours.” She squeezed her brother’s shoulder. “And I agree with Ben, you kind of deserve it.”

“But, maybe you can fix this.” Richard spoke up. “It’s never too late if you really do love her.”

Johnny glanced at his brother-in-law sceptically. “But I don’t love her. I mean I guess I like having her around. She’s incredible in bed and she makes these pancakes that are out of this world. And when she sleeps next to me, I sleep better than I ever have. And when she smiles at me, I get this weird feeling in my stomach. And sometimes when I’m out shopping I look at rings. But that means nothing!” He paused and looked at Sue. “Right?”

She just looked at him, her eyes softening. “Right?”

Sue laid a kiss to the side of his head. “I think you know the answer to that already.”

——————

The bottle of red was halfway gone when the knock on your door came. You groaned and forced yourself up from your extremely comfortable couch, stumbling only once as you made your way to the door.

“What are you doing here?” The one and only Johnny Storm stood on your doorstep looking like a lost puppy.

He looked at you with those huge blue eyes that had made you fall into his bed more times than you could count. “I was an asshole.”

“Yes you were.”

“And I shouldn’t have ignored your feelings like that.”

“Correct.”

“And I shouldn’t have let you walk out that door because you are by far the best thing that has ever happened to me. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry and that I- shit c’mon. I looo- I can’t say it but you know what I mean.” You raised an eyebrow at him causing Johnny to sigh.

“Ok well I can’t say that but I do feel it. You’re absolutely amazing and a complete bombshell. And when I’m around you, I can be myself, not Johnny Storm, not the Human Torch, just me. You have been by my side through so much, even before we started sleeping together, which was a great decision by the way cause we are fucking awesome at sex.” You couldn’t help but smile and agree with the sentiment. “You’re my person, you are my home, you always have been. So yeah, there’s that.”

He shrugged almost sadly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “This doesn’t fix everything, you know that right?” His shoulder’s fell along with his expression.

“But what you said does mean a lot to me, so you can come in if you want to but you stay at least five feet away from me at all times. You have a lot of grovelling to do before you’re allowed back in.” You emphasised. Johnny perked up and bounced up the steps, giving you a peck on the cheek as he passed. You allowed the affection and slipped in behind him, a little smile on your face.

Johnny was buried between your thighs barely 15 minutes later.

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daydreamingyuta · 9 months

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Congrats for your 200 followers!!! I would like to see prompt 17 with johnny, a friends to lovers kinda thing, like he realising that is in love with her and asking her on a date

Flustered | Johnny Suh

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Word Count: 2k

Prompt: 17 "Please help me pick out an outfit."

A/N: Hi!! Thank you! and thank you for requesting! This was so much fun to write, I hope you like it! <3

"No, it's this Saturday." You say, on the phone, with your bestfriend Johnny.

"Oh, but aren't we going to the bookstore that day?"

"Yeah! That won't take too long, my work dinner is at 7."

"Oh good, I thought you were trying to get out of seeing me." Johnny says with his usual sarcasm.

"Never."

"Hey, I just got to the studio, I'll see you Saturday."

"Bye!"

⸻

Saturday comes by quicker than you had expected it to. You had been working overtime every day this week so it wasn't a surprise that you had slept through the alarm you had set.

"Of course you're still sleeping."

You're startled awake from the sound of Johnny's voice right above you. "What are you doing here already?"

"It's noon. We were supposed to go to the bookstore an hour ago. But, like the gentleman I am, I let you sleep in but I'm getting bored now."

"You've been here for an hour watching me sleep?"

"You wish. Your roommates made some lunch, and I ate with them."

A twinge of jealousy runs through your body, which is absolutely unwarranted. Johnny was just a friend and a grown man; he could do whatever he liked.

You got out of bed, did your skin care, and then got dressed into your usual outfit, jeans and a t-shirt. When you went back into your room, Johnny had made your bed for you and had grabbed your tote bag.

Johnny was always doing things like this. Little acts of kindness. He didn't know that his actions gave you butterflies every time. If only you were brave enough to tell him.

You go to grab your tote bag away from him, but he moves so that you can't grab it. "I'll carry it y/n, go put your shoes on."

⸻

The bookstore was having a huge sale which is why you really wanted to go. You had told Johnny that you needed him to help you carry all the books you were going to buy, which was true, but you also just wanted to spend some time with him. Plus, you and Johnny used to read together all the time when you two were in school, and you always tried your very best to get him back into reading.

As you two browse the bookstore together, you have to restrain yourself from buying every book you see. You settle on a couple that you have been really looking forward to reading. Every time you pick up a book that you want to get, Johnny notices and grabs it from you so that you don't have to hold them.

"You really don't have to hold everything, you're still carrying my tote bag too."

"Isn't that why I'm here? You needed a big strong man like myself to help you carry the three hundred books you getting?"

"Keep talking and I'll actually get three hundred books for you to hold."

"I can handle the weight, but I don't think your wallet could." Johnny says as he walks away from you, making that fake shocked face he makes every time he disses you.

You finish walking around the bookstore, extra slowly now, to make Johnny pay for that comment. After a while though, you pay for all your books and head back to your apartment.

⸻

You two get back to your apartment and you immediately start going through all the books you bought, trying to decided which one you are going to read first. Since you slept in though, you were out for longer than expected so you had to start getting ready for your work dinner. You had almost forgotten that Johnny was still at your place when you heard the Netflix sound coming from your tv. Johnny was laying on your bed, deciding what movie to watch.

"Oh Johnny, remember I have that dinner tonight? I have to start getting ready now."

"Ok." He says, still looking through Netflix.

"Whatever." You say as you make your way over to the bathroom because you wanted to do your hair first. You decided on a straight hairstyle that was half up and half down. You still had no idea what you were going to wear, but this hairstyle would go with almost any outfit.

Once you were finished, you started on your makeup. You wanted to wear a bit more makeup than usual, as this was a fancy dinner. This took a little longer than normal, but you had always loved the process of doing your makeup because it was almost therapeutic.

Once you finally got done with your makeup, you walked back into your room. Johnny had settled on an action movie, and he was almost halfway through. You walk over to the remote that's laying by his side and press pause.

"Johnny since your here, please help me pick out an outfit."

"Ok, let me just finish this scene."

He presses play and you walk over to your closet to see your options. The main reason why your outfits usually consisted of jeans and a t-shirt was because picking out an outfit was always so hard for you. You were thankful that Johnny was here though, for the past couple of years now he definitely became more and more fashionable.

"Alright, what's the type of outfit you're thinking about wearing tonight?" Johnny says, right behind you. So close behind you that you freeze up. He reaches out his arms to start looking through what you have. This traps you in between your closet and his chest. You try to answer his question, but your mind goes blank.

At your silence he puts his arms down and steps a bit away from you. "Huh?"

You finally feel like you can breathe again. "um, yeah. I was just thinking. um, it's going to be a bit on the fancier side but not too fancy. I was thinking maybe a dress."

You watch his face as his eyebrows go up and a smile forms on his lips. "You haven't worn a dress since we were like 12."

"Not true, I wear dresses sometimes, you just haven't seen me in one since we were 12."

"Ah, then let's see your options."

You pull out the very limited amount of dresses you do own for Johnny to look through. He doesn't look for long though, his eyes immediately goes towards your blue sundress.

He holds it up and considers it for a minute before handing it to you. "This one, for sure."

"Are you sure? I was thinking maybe the purp-"

"No." He says a bit too hastily. "I mean do whatever you are feeling, but I think the blue will look really nice."

"Ok." You say as you head into the bathroom to try it on.

You put the dress on, and you had to admit that it looked really nice. You had bought it a while ago but never had the chance to wear it yet, so you were glad to finally have it on. You walk out of the bathroom and head straight to where you keep your shoes.

"Hey, wait, let me see." Johnny says as he stops you.

You turn around and do a little pose for him. "You like it?"

But instead of Johnny's usual smart remarks, he's silent. He just nods his head yes.

"Oh. Should I try on the purple dress?"

"No. Don't change." He says, softly.

You hesitantly head over to your shoes, unsure of why Johnny is acting so strangely. He's not the type to lie to you if he really didn't like the dress, but his reaction was so unlike him.

You pick a pair of short white heels to go with your dress. They're super cute while also being comfortable. You sit down and try to put your shoes on, but the left strap is giving you trouble. "Hey, Johnny can you help me-"

"I'm gonna go get some water."

Even more confused, you try again to put you shoe on and eventually get it yourself. You get up and grab your purse that's hanging on your chair. When you head into the kitchen, Johnny seems to have regained his composure, he can at least look you in the eyes again.

You're all ready to go, when all of a sudden, the lights shut off. You try to turn the light switch on and off and nothing happens. You walk down the hallway and see that all the lights in the apartment is shut off.

"We lost power?"

"How? It's sunny outside." Johnny says, looking out the window.

"Maybe it will come back on in a minute."

As you two wait, you feel a vibration going off from inside your purse. You get out your phone and see that a text from your boss was sent in your work group chat. "Hey, looks like the power is out all over the city. Apparently, there was a small fire at the city's electrical grid and the power will most likely be out for a couple of hours. The restaurant called and said we could reschedule, so the dinner will be postponed to next Saturday."

You told Johnny what happened and how your dinner got canceled. You start to head towards you room to change when Johnny grabs your arm gently. "Y/n, what are you doing?"

"I'll just change into my sweatpants, since I'm not going out anymore."

"Who says you're not going out?"

"Hm?"

"Well, it would be a shame if we let such a pretty little outfit go to waste."

You felt yourself blush. Johnny always teases you but the way he said this was different. "Where are we gonna go?"

"For a drive."

That's all Johnny says before he walked into your room and quickly came out with your tote bag. Again, he insisted on carrying it but it looked bulkier than normal, so you knew he put something in there. You decide not to question it though, still stuck on what he just said.

⸻

It had been a while since you and Johnny just went out for a drive, and you were enjoying every minute of it. He's playing a playlist that you two made together years ago and it was effectively making you both nostalgic.

After about a 15 minute drive, he pulls into a parking spot. You had never been here before, but it had a pretty view of the entire city. You two sit together for a few minutes, enjoying the music and the scenery, but after a while you had to ask him what was going on.

“Johnny, can I ask you something?" You say as you turn to face him. "Why were you acting so weird before?”

“Oh… you just look very pretty in that dress, it took me by surprise." Johnny says, not making eye contact with you, playing with the hem of his shirt. "Not that you aren’t always pretty, you are. But you usually don't wear dresses, so I guess I forgot to control my reactions around you.”

“Control your reactions?”

“Yeah, it would be kinda hard to be friends if every time I saw you I got all flustered.”

“But why-”

“You really don’t know how beautiful you are do you?

You didn't know how exactly to respond to that, your mind racing with so many questions. You settle on a question that you already knew the answer to. "You mean that in a friend way, right?"

"... No y/n."

"No?"

"You don't believe me?"

"I do, I just have so many questions, Johnny."

"Well then why don’t you let me take you out on a date and we’ll talk through all your questions.”

“You… you wanna take me out?”

Johnny looks at you and it’s like you like he’s never looked at you before. It’s weird to see your best friend with such longing in his eyes, but it’s also the very thing that you’ve been wanting for so long.

“Y/n, you don’t have to let me know right now. You can take your time and think about it. I know I just brought it up unexpectedly, but I think we both have been having feelings for each other for a while now. But I don't want to put pressure on you, just tell me yes or no whenever you know your answer.”

You two had been having feelings for each other for quite a while now. You had been going back and forth in your head about whether or not his actions were flirtatious or not for the entire past year. You turn your head to look out the car window so that you can hide the big smile on your face.

You already knew your answer, but before you could say anything you see Johnny reach into the back of the car. He’s holding your tote back and pulls out two books.

“Here, this is the book you looked the most excited about when you got it at the store today.” Johnny says as he hands you the book.

You can see that he brought a book for himself that you had owned for a long time, it was one of your favorites that you had been trying to convince Johnny to read for a while. You two sat in the car, music playing at a low volume, reading. Every once in a while, you caught Johnny looking at you and then start to read again, pretending like he wasn’t just staring at you.

It's just now starting to get darker, only a few spots of pink scattered around the sky, left over from sunset. You two put your books down to enjoy the view. You stayed like that for a while, until the pink faded. That’s when you turned to Johnny.

“Johnny?”

“Hm?” He says as he turns his head to you.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yeah.” You say as you turn your face away from him to hide your blush. You can’t see his face right now but you know the exact smile that’s on his lips right now.

You definitely had not expected this day to end like this, but you've never been more thankful for a power outage than you are right now.

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miryum · 1 year

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hello!! I stumbled apon your blog a little while ago and really love your way of words! It’s beautiful, thank you for writing by the way <33 if you have a chance can you do Johnny Cade trying to hint that he likes you but we’re painfully oblivious to what he’s doing and we keep debating whether it’s platonic or romantic, but the whole gang notices (because it’s pretty obvious) and teases us for it sometimes? Tysm btw!! <33

Helloooo! Sorry this is so bad but with school and exams and the holidays it just slipped my mind 😅 Thank you for your wonderful words! A fantastic, amazing idea!

“Hey, Y/n? Do you wanna go to the drive-in later today? There’s a movie playing I think you’ll like?” You could practically hear the nervousness spelling itself out as Johnny asked you to a movie.

Even though this was a common occurrence, Johnny asking you to a movie or Dairy Queen, you kept debating whether he just wanted to be friends or not. Johnny hung out with Pony and Dally all the time; maybe he just saw quality time as a thing necessary for his friendships? Or was Two-Bit and Pony correct in that Johnny liked you?

“Yeah! I would love to!” You said, never to refuse him. Obviously, as anyone would, you liked Johnny in a way that could only be described as a schoolgirl crush intensified by one hundred. “I’ll see you in English?”

“Yeah!”

“Great,” you waved goodbye to him, meeting up with Two-Bit in the halls of your school.

Two-Bit, with a grin that stretched ear to ear, snickered out, “You, my friend, are an idiot.”

“Not this again,” you sighed.

“Listen, kid,” he slung an arm around you. “This is a clear as broad daylight thing. The fact that you don’t see Johnny Cade’s crush for you is shockingly sad.”

“Two, I know I have a crush on him,” you started, “but I don’t know if he has a crush on me. And before you argue, he just went to the drive- in with Pony two days ago. Why am I any different?”

“Because he went with Pony, Dally, and Soda!” Two-Bit laughed out loud at your blindness. “Three other people! I haven’t seen him asking Darry or me to the drive-in tonight. He only asked you. Kid,” he looked down at you, a brotherly sternness coming over him. “I have heard from Johnny’s mouth itself that he likes you. Just go to the dang drive- in and tell him how you feel! We’re all rooting for you!” His voice lowered, “though if you could wait two weeks, you would really help me win ten dollars…”

You pushed Two-Bit away from you, scoffing. However, his words didn’t leave your head throughout the day. Through English, the walk home, and while you were getting ready, Two’s words ran through your head.

“Hey Y/n,” Johnny smiled when he picked you up at your house.

“Hi!” You took Johnny’s arm, as a bit of a joke, while you guys walked to the drive-in. After a while of silence, Johnny looking over at you curiously as conversation usually flowed easily between you, you said, “Two-Bit said something weird. He said that he heard that you liked me?”

“Well, yeah.” Johnny was taken aback by the suddenness of your words and turned bright red but tried to play it off. “You’re a cool friend. If I didn’t like you, why would I hang out with you?” He chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“He meant in a romantic way,” you corrected.

“Y/n,” Johnny sighed, “yeah, I do like you. I thought I made that clear enough when I kept asking you out to activities.”

“I thought you were just being nice!”

“No,” Johnny shook his head, smiling. “I like you. And, uh, I hope you like me too?”

“Yes!” You said loudly. “Of course I like you too!”

“Then, uh, can we count this as a first date?”

“I would love to.”

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xiaojunsmintchoco · 1 year

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Love Note — Johnny Suh

pairing: best friend johnny x reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, roommates au

synopsis: despite having been best friends for the longest time, both you and Johnny pick up a new habit of leaving little notes for each other when you move in together. How does that blur the lines between best friends and lover for you both?

wc: 6k of (poorly-written) fluff

a/n: this is a gift for @sehunniepotwrites! Nikki, I hope you enjoy this fic (though it was wasn’t very well written imo :”) and that it brightens your Christmas for you! thank you so much for being such a cool mutual to talk to, though we’ve only known each other for a short while, I’ve really enjoyed our conversations! Stay safe and have a wonderful holiday!

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“Dude, you good?” Johnny looks over to you with a concerned expression as he hears the sigh coming from you.

“No,” you groan, scrolling through your phone as you look at the rental prices for apartments near university. “Looking at how rental prices are all sky-high, there’s no way I’ll be able to rent an apartment”.

“I would normally suggest staying at home, but if I were you I wouldn’t wanna make a one hour commute to school every day, especially with the amount of work we’re gonna have too,” Johnny muses.

You shoot your best friend a playful glare. “Gee, thanks for reminding me of that, John”.

He merely chuckles as he watches you continue looking for reasonably-priced apartments, but all of them seem like they’d drain more of your budget than you’d like. “Say, what if we both rent an apartment together? Then we can both split rent, and it should be more affordable for us, right?” Johnny suggests. “I mean, I’d like an apartment near university too. Like you, I wouldn’t wanna waste two hours travelling to and from school in total”.

Your eyes light up at your best friend’s suggestion. “You’re a genius!” you exclaim, his idea already appealing to you. With anyone else you didn’t know too well you would’ve been hesitant, but hey, this was your best friend you were talking about, which would be easier than having to move in with a complete stranger. In that moment, you thank the heavens that Johnny had decided to apply to the same university as you and gotten accepted as well.

“Of course I am”. Johnny scoffs in return, earning him an eye roll and a light smack across the shoulder.

“Whatever, Mr Self Proclaimed Genius. I’ll send you the apartment listings, you can look through them, and then we can make a decision together”.

Johnny hums as his phone dings with the text notification from you. “Yep, that’s good,” he agrees, opening the link you sent and skimming through the list of possible apartments you both could rent. Before you know it, you’ve both settled on a decent apartment.

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“YES! I can’t believe we actually got the apartment!” you cheer as you take the key and waltz into the new apartment. Johnny laughs at your antics, but lets himself into the apartment as well. It was quite a homey one, with a brown wooden floor and white walls. A comfy-looking sofa sat in front of a round coffee table and a television, and in the dining hall, you were greeted by a rectangular dining table, decorated with a glass vase of artificial flowers, as well as the fridge next to it. Talk about value for money.

“Let’s go check out the rooms, shall we? Then we can pick the rooms that we want,” Johnny suggests. You agree, and both of you hurtle up the stairs, eager to look at the bedrooms. Turns out, both of the rooms have the same basic design — single size bed, a bedside table with three drawers and a lamp, plus a large enough wardrobe for you both to use. How you both still manage to argue (jokingly) over which room you both want — no one will ever know, but you both attributed it to your “best friend chemistry”.

“Why are you so insistent on taking the room on the left? They’re both the same!” Johnny argues.

“Nah man, the one on the left has a nicer view from the window, so I want that one!” you declare. “Then why do you want the one on the left so badly, since in your words, ‘they’re both the same’?”

“The colour of the wardrobe in that room is nicer! The brown is warmer,” Johnny. claims, not backing down.

“Psh, over that?” you snicker. This argument wasn’t going anywhere.

You both decide the rooms based on a game of “scissors, paper, stone”, which resulted in you winning and getting the room on the left, and Johnny crumpled on the floor in defeat, being the dramatic best friend you’d known for all this while.

After moving into your desired rooms and unpacking, you both discuss roommate duties over an Indian takeout lunch. “I think that the cleanliness of our own rooms as well as laundry should be our own individual responsibilities,” Johnny begins.

You nod, agreeing with your friend. “For the other stuff, what about a weekly rotation? This week I can do cooking, while you do dishes. But for the other stuff…”

“We’ll split it,” Johnny decides. “So this week maybe you can sweep the floor and empty the trash, and I’ll clean the bathroom and do mopping? Maybe I should do groceries too, since you’re cooking already. So what do you think, Your Highness?” he finishes with a mock bow to you, waiting for your approval.

You laugh at the title he gave to you at the end, but approve of his suggestions. “Sure! I’ll write them all down on a piece of paper, then we can use one of those fridge magnets to put this on the fridge”.

And that commenced your experience of living with one of your all-time best friends.

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“Yo bro, I just got a sick idea”.

You look up from your breakfast of toast with butter and coconut jam (Johnny had gotten lazy that morning and just made plain toast), and raise an eyebrow at the boy in front of you. He’s currently scrolling through his phone, seemingly engrossed in something. “And that is…?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow up while trying to hide the suspicion creeping into your voice.

Unfortunately, Johnny knew you too well, and knew you had your reservations already. “Don’t worry man! I was just thinking, we could get Ikea desks for our rooms and assemble them together, since our rooms don’t have desks,” he mumbles through a mouthful of his own toast — topped with honey and butter.

Alarm bells go off in your head immediately, alerting you that your friend’s “sick idea” probably might not be that great. “I don’t know, man…we’re like bulls in a china shop. What makes you think we can assemble a desk, let alone two desks?” you question.

“C’mon, it’s just like, Ikea DIY. How hard could it be?” Johnny argues.

“Why not just get desks that have already been assembled?” you suggest.

“Nah, if we were to get DIY desks that’d be cheaper, because we’re assembling it ourselves instead of the people in the factory,” Johnny reasons.

“I’m not sure about this…”

And so begins another round of the playful arguments you’ve both gotten used to since the beginning of your friendship, which Johnny won — partly because you gave in, since you knew he wouldn’t let up and you’d both be late for your first classes if the argument didn’t end somewhere.

Now both of you are left squinting at the instruction manual of the first Ikea desk, while blindly screwing parts together.

“Dude, watch it, it’s gonna — agh!” Johnny’s panicked yell makes you jump and drop the instruction manual, which you were previously poring over for the umpteenth time before the desk collapsed, missing you by a hair’s breadth.

“What the heck, bro!” you exclaim, jaw still seemingly glued to the floor from shock.

“I’m sorry,” Johnny apologises, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “Gosh, I didn’t know Ikea furniture was this hard to put together”.

“Yeah, who was the one who said ‘C’mon, it’s just like, Ikea DIY?’” you snort, reminding him of his words over breakfast earlier in the week.

“Shut up,” he groans. “I’m starting to wish I could eat my words. Nevermind, let’s do this again. What do the instructions say again?”

“So first, we’ve gotta find this wooden board. Then, we put four screws into it…”

It takes about two more hours, and multiple glasses of ice-cold coke zero, but you both finally finish putting together the first desk. “Now that’s what I call a true masterpiece!” Johnny declares, stepping back from the completed desk and dramatically dusting off his hands. “Dude, we’re basically ready for marriage now that we can assemble Ikea furniture without killing each other in the process,” he jokes, swirling the ice cubes in his glass.

Having been his friend for years, you’re used to him making such jokes, so you don’t expect the wave of butterflies that sweeps over you when those words reach your ears. However, you brush it off and lightly smack his shoulder. “Don’t speak so fast — you almost let the desk collapse on me! Besides, we’ve got one more desk to assemble,” you remind, pointing at the second heap of wooden boards and metal frames laid on the floor in front of you.

“Oh, dammit”.

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One thing that sets you and Johnny aside from other roommates could be your habit of leaving little notes for each other on the fridge. Be it to update the other on location, remind the other about undone chores, or ask the other to pick something up from the store, every day, without fail, the fridge would be filled with these little notes — it had become a personal bulletin board of sorts for the two of you.

How it started? After this one day, when you came home in a state of awful stress due to the sheer amount of work your professors had loaded on you, and your dead phone wasn’t helping your situation. Thus, you decide to simply rip a piece of paper off a notepad, and scribble out a note for Johnny to let him know where to find you, before sticking it to the fridge with a magnet.

I’m at home, just in my room. Very busy today. As soon as Johnny gets home, your note on the fridge catches his attention when he walks into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of milk, and he decides to check on you.

No sooner than two seconds after he knocked the door came your tiny reply of “come in”. “Dude, what’s that awful smell-“ Johnny begins as soon as he enters. The sight that greets him is you seated at your desk with your hoodie up, staring at your computer with your palms cupping your face. Beside you is an unfinished venti cup of iced coffee, and your favourite cinnamon scented candle — the culprit behind that “awful smell”. He knew the scented candle was something you used in order to destress, so all of those things signalled to him that you were having a less-than-ideal time. “Hey, you good?” Johnny asks, making his way over and plopping in the chair beside you, noting the way your eyebrows were furrowed and your eyes were glazed over with a downcast expression.

“Yes, all is fine and dandy. Totally don’t have an eight-page essay due tomorrow and biology and math tests the whole of next week that I haven’t studied for”. With sarcasm dripping from your tone, you make your predicament known to Johnny.

“Ouch. That’s rough,” Johnny hums, looking over at your computer screen as he racks his brain for ways to help you. That’s when he realises that the essay topic you’re on is very similar to one he’s done before. “Hey, I actually did this essay last semester. Would you like to read mine? Maybe you can refer to it to help you with your own,” he suggests. “I mean, you could even use it and just change a few sentences. Doubt the professor would notice”.

You turn to properly face him this time. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem. I can just email you the document,” Johnny adds. "After this, I can study math with you and help you. Sorry I can't help with biology, since I don't take it".

“Oh my goodness, LIFESAVER! Thank you so much John!” you exclaim, the relief visible on your face as your features relaxed into a grateful smile. You really were thankful to your friend — if not for him, you’d still be stuck on the third page of your essay, not knowing how to go on.

“No problem, y/n. Just helping you out,” he answers with a grin. “What about after all your tests finish next week, we do something to relax?” he suggests. “My own tests finish then too”.

“Sounds good!” you reply.

Which is how both of you end up on the couch with Johnny, legs tangled up in a pile of blankets, savouring the delicious pizza you both ordered and laughing over what could well be your hundredth episode of Brooklyn-99, glad that the hectic semester was going to end before you knew it.

It was in times like these, your best friend’s presence brought you a warm sense of comfort, like warm peppermint tea in stormy weather. Somehow, with him, the world seemed much less overwhelming and easier to take on.

What you didn’t know was, Johnny felt the exact same way about you.

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Rain poured and lightning flashed angrily in the gloomy skies outside the window — but even that could not compare to the storm in your heart. To say you were frantic with worry would be an understatement. Walking over to the fridge, you re-read the note that he’d left on the fridge for you.

I’ve got basketball practice today, so I’ll be home at about 4 pm today.

It’s now 5: 30 pm — one and a half hours past the time stated on the note. The fact that he wasn’t picking up your calls too wasn’t helping.

Just as you think you’re about to lose your mind, the jangling of keys in the lock forces you to snap your head in the direction of the door, which opens to reveal none other than Johnny. He’s soaked to the bone, clothes uncomfortably clinging to every inch of him, bag slung over his shoulder. “Johnny! What happened, why were you not picking up my calls?” a flurry of questions tumbles out of your mouth as you hurry to take his bag from him and pass him a towel to dry himself with.

“Sorry, y/n. Practice was extended by more than an hour, and I forgot my umbrella,” he sighs as he gratefully accepts the towel from you and begins drying his hair.

“My goodness, John. To think that was the first thing I reminded you to bring today,” you reply, facepalming at your friend’s absentmindedness. “Quick, go take a bath — I don’t want you to fall sick,” you add, and he complies.

Unfortunately, the damage had been done. The next morning, you wake up to this note on the fridge: Now sicko, so I’m stuck in my room. Don’t worry about me though, lel.

Johnny was now curled up under the covers, running a temperature and nose running like a tap. As his roommate and best friend, you took it upon yourself to take care of him.

That afternoon as soon as you get home, you prepare some soup and rice for Johnny, and portion them into bowls. Setting both bowls onto a tray, you carry the tray to Johnny’s room before knocking on the door, entering when you hear a weak “come in”.

“Johnny, wake up and have something to eat before taking your medicine,” you say as you set the tray down on his bedside table.

“Mmph, wanna sleep,” he mumbles, laying his head back down on the pillow and shutting his eyes again.

“Eat lunch first, then you can sleep all you want,” you assert, gentle but firm. “It’s lotus root and pork rib soup with pumpkin rice, so you should be able to get it down with no problem”. He obliges, and you prop a pillow up against his headboard so that he can sit comfortably.

“Mm, delicious,” Johnny comments, slurping up a spoonful of soup and taking a mouthful of the rice. “Thanks, y/n”.

“Anytime, Johnny. I know you’d do the same for me”. His voice, though now coarse and raspy due to sickness, still carried the same familiar warmth you’d grown so fond of throughout friendship. Your heart fluttered and pounded at his words — which you realised was now becoming a far too common occurrence.

You sit beside him as he eats, silence being the only thing audible apart from Johnny’s slurping and chewing sounds. “You know, y/n,” he suddenly says, breaking the silence.

“What?”

“The way you’ve been taking care of me the past few days…it gives me ‘wife vibes’,” he remarks as you give him his medicine.

“Elaborate, please,” you request, hiding your surprise at his comment.

"I mean…look, cooking for me, making sure I take my medicine, checking on me whenever you can…is that not what a wife does?" he reasons, gulping down some water. “Also, the way you blew up my phone with calls when I was late from basketball practice, that’s something a worried wife would do”.

“Psh,” you scoff, rolling your eyes good-naturedly. “I’m just looking out for you as any good roommate would do. Besides, funny you say that — none of my friends think I give off wife vibes or mum vibes, even”.

Johnny raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, to them I give off joker vibes and clown vibes,” you explain with a laugh.

“I didn’t know”. Johnny says, surprise evident on his face. His expression quickly morphs into a smirk, though. “Then I should count myself lucky, since I’m the only one among our friends that have seen this ‘wife’ side of you. Trust me, your future spouse is gonna be very very lucky”.

You simply chuckle, picking up his dishes and scurrying into the kitchen to put them away in the sink in an attempt to hide the blush on your cheeks that had darkened one or two shades. He thinks I’d make a good wife! Inside, you’re screaming with joy as you walk back to his room with a fresh glass of water, and put it on his bedside table. “I’d light you one of my favourite scented candles, but I know you hate it,” you remark, and both of you share a laugh as you remember how he nearly gagged the first time he came in and smelt the cinnamon scented candle. “Rest well, Johnny”. You exit his room and quietly shut the door.

As you’re leaving his room, something clicks inside of you: maybe, just maybe, you were developing a crush on your roommate and best friend.

And maybe it had started way earlier than you thought. But you felt it was best to keep your feelings under wraps, lest you jeopardize your precious friendship.

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Johnny finds himself startled by your shrill scream one fine afternoon, and worried that you got hurt, he rushes out of his room and into the kitchen to check on you. "Y/n, what happened? Are you hurt?"

His eyes follow the direction your trembling finger is pointing at, and his gaze lands on a brown, oval-shaped object, with two antennae and six hairy, formidable-looking legs. "C-cockroach!" you stammer, shivering like a winter leaf. Cockroaches were one of your worst fears, and Johnny knew that well.

Sighing, Johnny puts his hands on your shoulders and leads you out of the kitchen. "Stay outside, I'll deal with this piece of shit," he instructs, walking off to grab the can of insecticide in the storeroom. You watch from behind the kitchen door as he sprays relentlessly at the creepy-crawly, until it turns turtle and breathes its last. "Get me a tissue," he requests, and you comply. Picking the cockroach up with the tissue, he flings it into the bin and then cleans up the areas where he sprayed the insecticide. "This-is-J-S-95. Enemy-has-been-neutralized," he says in a robotic voice, releasing the fear in your heart and replacing it with amusement as you guffaw at his robot impression.

"Thank you so much, John. I thought I'd never be able to get my glass of water in peace," you let out a relieved chuckle. "Sorry to scare you with my screaming".

"No problem. I was more worried that you got hurt," he answers.

"Tell you what, as a thank you I'll cook your favourite dish for dinner next week, as soon as our groceries are restocked," you suggest.

"Sure thing. It's the least you can do after nearly giving me a heart attack," he jokes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever John,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes and moving to pour yourself a glass of water.

Funny I said that, everytime I’m around her, my heart pounds so fast I feel like I’m having cardiac arrest, Johnny thinks to himself as he strolls out of the kitchen.

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Perhaps, deciding to sing in the shower is far from a wise choice — even if you think you’re alone at home.

But that’s exactly what you decided to do. After coming home from a stressful day at school, all you wanted to do was take a warm shower, use your favourite shampoo, and then get to tackling whatever assignments you had. And because Johnny wasn’t home, you thought it would be a safe bet to relieve some of that stress by belting your heart out to songs.

You finish your private shower concert with your own rendition of Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You”, and exit the bathroom to find a new note on the fridge. Bro, great voice, you should’ve sang louder. I would’ve had a much better recording :)

He was home? I didn’t know! A mildly panicked thought zooms through your mind. You unpin the note from the fridge, and go off in search of your roommate. “Johnny Suh, if you really recorded me singing earlier, I’m gonna freaking kill you!” you exclaim, heading in the direction of his room. Sure enough, your own voice comes blasting through the door, eliciting a sigh from you. Still, you knock his door and wait for him to consent to your entry before opening the door and lunging towards him, pretending to strangle him. “You! Delete the recording, now!” you demand, making a finger gun and holding it to his head.

“Not in a million years,” he replies, smirking as he holds his phone to his chest. “C’mon man, you sounded glorious, why would I not want a memento of your fantastic voice? Besides…” his voice trails off. “It would make great blackmail material!” he finishes, lips curving into a triumphant grin.

“You piece of-“ you attempt to snatch the phone from him, but he stands up and holds the phone up high. Though you’re not that short, Johnny has a height that can match Goliath’s, and you’re not able to reach his phone. “Fine. If you don’t delete that recording, I’ll retract my promise of cooking your favourite dish for tomorrow,” you huff.

“Okay, fine, fine!” Johnny concedes, holding up his hands in surrender. Lowering his phone in front of your face, he unlocks it, opens his files and then makes a show of deleting the audio clip. “There. Happy now, milady?” he asks, waving his phone in front of your face.

“Yes, very good,” you approve. “Congratulations then, you saved yourself,” you declare, striding out of the room.

Little did you know, that night Johnny retrieved the audio clips from his phone’s recycling bin and listened to them, smiling to himself at how goofy and adorable he found you. He realised how idiotic he would have looked if you or anyone else were there, but hey — he was alone in the privacy of his room, with only the moonlight streaming through the window to accompany him.

Gosh, since when was I so down bad for her? He asks himself as he sets his phone on the bedside table and drifts off to sleep.

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“So this is what your apartment looks like? That’s nice!” Taeyong compliments his friend on his apartment as he steps in, taking a look at the place. The last semester had rolled around really quickly, and Johnny had invited his close friends and group mates, Taeyong and Yuta, over to the apartment to work on a year-end group project.

“Yeah, y/n and I decorated it together, is it nice?” Johnny asks, heart swelling with some amount of pride.

“Yeah, the ‘married couple’ vibes are immaculate,” Yuta says, eyeing the pictures on the wall, most of which were pictures you and Johnny took when you hung out together.

Johnny doesn’t miss the teasing lilt in Yuta’s voice, and rolls his eyes at him. “We’re not married or in any form of relationship, we’re just roommates,” he reminds Yuta while leading his friends into the kitchen. “You guys want anything to drink?” he asks kindly. While Taeyong simply opts for water, Yuta doesn’t answer, instead focusing on reading the note you’d left for Johnny on the fridge. “I’m at Wendy’s house with Seulgi to work on our year-end project. By the way thanks for killing the cockroach for me last week, I’ll cook your favourite dish for dinner tonight when I get home! Aww,” Yuta remarks, turning to smirk at Johnny. “So, you kill the bugs while y/n cooks as a thank you? If that doesn’t sound married, I don’t know what does”.

“Yuta, I already said, we’re not married or in a relationship. I mean, I do like her, but neither of us plan to-“ Johnny is cut off by Taeyong literally spitting out his water. It’s in that moment that Johnny realises that he let that detail slip, and his hands instinctively fly to his mouth.

“Wait, sorry, what? Say that again?” Taeyong prods.

Johnny huffs and shakes his head. “Nevermind. Pretend I said nothing. Let’s just go get our project done”.

“Y’know, if you really like her, I think you should tell her,” Taeyong comments later as they’re wrapping up their project.

“Nah bro. I’m sure she doesn’t like me back that way”. Johnny shakes his head.

“How would you know?” Yuta questions.

“C’mon man, we’ve both been nothing more than best friends for a good chunk of our lives. No way she sees me as more than that,” Johnny argues, but both his friends are not convinced.

“You’re not her, you wouldn’t really know,” Taeyong points out.

“That’s true. But I’d rather keep quiet than jeopardize our friendship by telling her,” Johnny replies.

“Jeez, the signs are so obvious. I can’t believe you literally live under the same roof as her, yet you’re oblivious to all of them,” Yuta groans.

“There are signs?” Johnny questions, raising an eyebrow.

“Bro, I’ve caught her staring at you multiple times in Chemistry class. I sit beside you, and I can literally feel her gaze on you,” Taeyong says.

“And even if she’s tired thanks to a lack of morning coffee, the moment you walk in — boom, her mood changes. Suddenly, she’s a can of beans and I can hear her even from the farthest end of the room. How do you not pick up on these things?” Yuta asks, not sure whether to be amazed or unimpressed by his friend’s oblivion.

“She really does those things?” Johnny asks. He tries to hide his surprise, but his furrowed brows and agape mouth give it away.

Yuta facepalms. “Oh my gosh, you’re unbelievable”.

But it didn’t matter. Now that that information was in Johnny’s hands, he was now planning out his next move.

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“And…we’re done for today! Great work y’all!” As three of you wrap up your work for the day, Wendy affirms the whole group.

“So how’s it been living with Johnny?” Wendy asks you as the three of you sit down at her table with the packet drinks she offered.

“It’s been going well so far,” you answer, taking a sip of your drink. “It’s really great to have him around the house so far”.

“Why? So you both can get more couple time together?” Seulgi looks up from her drink with a grin on her face.

“Oh please, Johnny and I aren’t married,” you scoff. “We’ve been nothing but best friends for so long”.

“That could change,” Wendy pipes up, and you shoot her a joking glare. Maybe you should never have told them you were beginning to crush on your best friend. “Okay but seriously, y/n, when are you going to tell him you like him?”

“Never ever,” you reply, hoping your monotone could convey the finality of that decision to your friends. “We’re just friends, always will be, because he doesn’t like me back that way”.

“Ah ah, that’s where you’re wrong,” Seulgi argues. “You don’t happen to be a mind-reader, do you, y/n?”

“No, but-“

“Then how would you know Johnny doesn’t feel the same way? The only way to know for sure is to tell him how you feel first, and then see how he responds,” Seulgi cuts you off and offers her advice.

“But if he doesn’t feel the same way it’ll make things awkward between both of us,” you object, voicing your concerns.

“And if he does? y/n, if none of you make the first move, Johnny could well end up with someone else. I’ve seen Minjeong ogling at him already, you know,” Wendy adds. The last bit of information wasn’t true, but knowing that three of you shared a common dislike towards said girl, Wendy spun the tale in a bid to jolt you into action faster.

“Wait, are you serious?” You stare at Wendy and Seulgi with wide eyes, and feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach as they nod.

“So, unless you want that bitch to get to your Prince Charming first, I suggest you quicken things and confess,” Seulgi advises.

That piece of information fills you with a new kind of determination, and you decide to take your chances. “Okay, that does it. I’m telling him how I feel, and if he doesn’t like me back that way, I guess I’ll see if he wants to remain friends or drift apart,” you decide.

“Atta girl. How do you plan to do it?” Seulgi inquires.

You pause in your tracks. “I don’t know, actually,” you admit. “I don’t really have any plan in mind”.

Three of you sit in silence, trying to formulate a plan for your confession. “Hmm, Christmas is coming soon, right? You could write him a note and attach it to his Christmas gift,” Wendy suggests.

“Ooh, or you could just attach the note to the fridge on Christmas morning, when Johnny’s still sleeping,” Seulgi offers an alternative. “Then you park yourself in a spot you both like, maybe the cafe that you both frequent, and tell him to come find you there after he reads the note if he wants to talk”.

You process the suggestions that they just gave you, but eventually decide to go with Seulgi’s idea. “Thanks guys! Guess I have a plan now,” you smile.

“No problem. Girls help girls,” Wendy answers with a laugh. “Let us know how it goes”.

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On Christmas eve, you learn one thing — the person who coined the saying “easier said than done” was absolutely right.

You had been so confident the days leading up to Christmas — writing and re-writing your note to him, asking Wendy and Seulgi for advice, and rehearsing what you would say to him after he reads the note.

But now, at 8 am in the morning, you’re standing in front of your fridge, clad in your favourite winter coat and beanie, hand moving to place the note on the fridge door before removing it again.

Is this really a good idea? What if he rejects me? Will I be able to handle the pain that comes after? A million questions race through your head as you contemplate your decision. Screw it, let’s just do this, you decide, and reach for a magnet on the fridge.

A hand comes out of nowhere and reaches out for the same magnet. “Oh, I’m sorry, you can use that,” a familiar voice sounds next to your ear, making you jump.

“Johnny! Why are you up so early?” you ask, genuinely surprised. Johnny’s not a morning person — he’ll take any opportunity to sleep in. To see him up so early in the morning on a holiday was probably an event that should be recorded in history books.

“Oh, erm, I just — have somewhere to be later,” Johnny garbles out a reply somewhat hesitantly as he fiddles with the earmuffs around his neck. “I wanted to leave you a note before I left, but I suppose I can just pass it to you now?”

“Sure thing,” you answer, taking the piece of paper from him. You assumed it would be something simple, such as asking you to pick up something from the store or to let you know where he’d be.

“Do you mind passing me yours as well? I can just read it now,” Johnny suggests before you can properly register the first word on his note.

You hesitate, thinking your options over. If you told him no and just left the note on the fridge before scurrying off, he would still read it anyway. If you told him yes and complied — same result. Oh well. “Here you go,” you say, praying that he doesn’t see how your hands are trembling ever so slightly. Your heart thuds like a galloping horse as you watch him scan your note — the moment of truth was near. In a bid to distract yourself, you read his note to you.

Y/n:

I’ve kept this secret to myself for way too long, and I need to get it off my chest, so I’ll say it here now — I love you, as more than just my best friend.

There’s so many things about you that made me fall for you. For one, we share the same sense of humour — you’re the only person I know who will talk about weird shit with me the whole night until we’re in stitches from laughing, wondering if we need mental help. I really appreciate the things you do for me, be it taking care of me when I’m sick, cooking my favourite dishes, or remembering even small details that I mention to you. Another reason is that you’ve been my best friend for so long, there’s this level of comfort and understanding that’s exclusive to the both of us. I don’t know — there’s something about being in your presence that brings me this warm sense of comfort and joy, and it’s more than words can describe. Of course there’s more reasons, but if I went on this note will never end.

I know that this is very sudden, and I understand that you may need time to think it over, so take as long as you need, and meet me at the cafe beside school when you’re ready to talk. Merry Christmas, y/n.

You read and re-read the note multiple times with what you’re sure is a visible gawk on your face. Johnny likes me too? Is this a dream? You pinch yourself hard, and soon realise you’re really not dreaming.

“Dude, you like me too?” Johnny’s voice disrupts your train of thought, and you shyly nod as you look up from the piece of paper, now slightly crumpled due to the tightness of your grip on it. Disbelief, surprise and then joy make their way onto his face in quick succession, before he lunges for you like a golden retriever and pulls you into a big hug. “Oh my gosh, I was so afraid you didn’t feel the same way, and that I’d ruin our friendship,” he mumbles.

“Honestly, same here John,” you reply, head resting on his shoulder. “But I’m glad now I know, because I can finally confidently say that I love you — as more than just my best friend”. Your next move surprises Johnny — before you both break the hug, you press a chaste kiss to his lips. His stunned expression amuses you to no end, and you end up chortling at how he raises his fingers to his lips in disbelief.

But when he overcomes the surprise, he pulls you in once more for another kiss, this time one that’s longer and a bit deeper. You savour everything about the kiss, from the feel of his lips on yours to the taste of his chocolate lip balm.

“Wow, what a way to start our Christmas,” Johnny chuckles as you both pull away for oxygen. “Merry Christmas, y/n. I love you”.

You smile at your friend, heart bursting with more joy, love and warmth than you’d ever felt in your whole life. “Merry Christmas, Johnny. I love you”.

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"Guardian Angel"

Doctor Johnny had seen his fair share of accidents, but when he arrived at the scene of the crash that day, he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. Among the wreckage, he found Y/N trapped inside her mangled car, unconscious but alive. With the help of the paramedics, they carefully extricated her from the vehicle.

As they loaded Y/N onto the ambulance, Johnny couldn't help but speak to her, even though she was unconscious. "Hang in there, Y/N. You're going to be okay," he reassured her gently.

Later, at the hospital, Y/N's parents anxiously awaited news of their daughter. When Johnny emerged from the operating room, they rushed to him, their faces etched with worry. "Doctor, how is she? Is our daughter going to be alright?" Y/N's mother asked, her voice trembling.

Johnny tried to reassure them. "She's stable for now, but it's too soon to say. We'll have to monitor her closely."

Days turned into weeks, and Johnny worked tirelessly to care for Y/N. He sat by her bedside, talking to her as if she could hear him. "Y/N, your parents are here every day. They love you so much," he said softly.

One day, as Johnny held Y/N's hand and spoke her name, her eyes fluttered open. She looked confused, unable to remember anything. "Where am I? Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaky.

Johnny smiled warmly. "I'm Doctor Johnny, and you're in the hospital. You had an accident, but you're safe now."

Y/N's parents rushed into the room when they heard her voice. Tears welled up in their eyes as they embraced their daughter. "Oh, Y/N, we've missed you so much," her father whispered.

Over the following days, Johnny worked tirelessly to help Y/N regain her memory. They went through old photographs and shared stories about her childhood. Slowly, fragments of her past started to come back.

And then, on a sunny afternoon, as Y/N sat with her parents, a spark of recognition crossed her face. She looked at them and said, "Mom, Dad, I remember you. I remember everything."

Tears of joy filled the room as Y/N's parents embraced her once more. Johnny, standing in the background, couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and happiness. Their eyes met, and they both smiled softly, knowing that the bond they had formed during those difficult days had grown into something beautiful—a love story that had begun in the chaos of an accident but had blossomed into something truly special.

In the weeks that followed, Y/N's recovery continued, and her bond with Doctor Johnny deepened. They spent countless hours talking and getting to know each other beyond the hospital room. As Y/N regained her strength, they went on walks in the hospital garden, sharing their dreams, fears, and aspirations.

One evening, as they watched the sunset together, Y/N turned to Johnny with a smile. "You know, Johnny, you've been my guardian angel through all of this."

Johnny chuckled softly. "I'm just doing my job, Y/N."

But Y/N shook her head. "It's more than that. You saved me not just from the accident but from a life where I didn't truly appreciate what I had. You made me realize how precious every moment is."

Johnny gazed into Y/N's eyes, his heart filled with warmth. "Y/N, you've taught me something too. You've shown me that even in the darkest of times, there's always a glimmer of hope, a chance for something beautiful to emerge."

Their connection grew stronger, and it was evident to everyone around them that they were falling in love. Y/N's parents, who had come to admire Johnny's dedication and kindness, couldn't have been happier.

One day, as Y/N was finally discharged from the hospital, Johnny was there to see her off. He held her hand and said, "Take care, Y/N. I'll miss our talks and walks."

Y/N smiled, her eyes filled with affection. "Don't worry, Johnny. This isn't goodbye; it's just the beginning of our journey together."

As Y/N walked out of the hospital with her parents, Johnny watched them go, a sense of contentment washing over him. He knew that they had both found something precious in each other, something that would last a lifetime.

And as Y/N and her parents drove away, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the accident that had brought Johnny into their lives. It was a twist of fate that had not only saved Y/N but had also given her a chance at a beautiful love story—one that would continue to unfold, filled with hope, love, and the promise of a bright future.

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No Longer | J.S

Johnny Suh x Singer! Reader

Warnings: I think swearing, hurt/comfort ( i didn't want to write comfort but couldn't resist), nct flopping in this universe.

WC: ~3.3k

Hi, bit of a small one but my holidays end tomorrow so I thought i'd get something out before then. Also me writing a serious fic? That's not about silly little guys in cars? What???? Also i'm sorry how disjointed the paragraphs are, this ones been baking for a loooong time and I didn't edit it L O L.

The shirt felt too tight around his chest and squeezing his arms into the suit jacket that followed it was a task of nightmares. And it made sense it didn’t fit, given that he had borrowed it from Taeil. Borrowed or begged for, what’s the difference?

Johnny anxiously adjusted his cuffs, pulling the black sleeves down to cover the flat-ironed cuffs of the white shirt underneath. He couldn’t complain that the suit was too short though. Taeil was kind enough to lend it to him at a very short-term notice. He just hoped no one there would comment on the ill fit.

If Taeil had noticed Johnny’s nerves as he busted into his room and frantically asked if he could borrow a suit, he didn’t mention it, which Johnny was very thankful for. He didn’t know how he would explain anything to anyone he knew if they asked about this.

He frantically checked his watch as the hands ticked closer and closer to 10pm. He strongly exhaled and leaned his head back against the hard seats of the taxi. He shut his eyes before opening them and accidentally making eye contact with the driver who was eyeing him through the mirror.

The driver quickly averted his eyes and Johnny released a small breath of air that could be heard as a chuckle. Johnny supposed he did look ridiculous. Barely put together, hair hanging wildly around his face, small suit paired with all-black trainers that he could’ve sworn were dress shoes when he grabbed them as he was rushing out the door.

Glancing out the window, all that greeted him was more traffic. He sighed and, as if summoned, drops of rain started hitting the glass panes. He once again adjusted his view forward and was met with the sight of the back of another car, altered by the many streaks of water running down the windshield.

The traffic then finally started moving and, as the taxi turned a corner, a brightly lit theatre came into view. Individual lightbulbs giving off more yellow than white light lined a board that hung over the entrance and ticket booth. The individual letters slotted into the board read, in all caps, “WORLD-FAMOUS SINGER SWEET-HEART PERFORMS 10PM SATURDAY”.

Johnny felt his breath catch in his throat as the taxi eventually slowed to a halt just outside the entrance. He quickly paid the driver and opened the door. The rain pelted him on the head as he gazed up at the signage.

“Sir? Are you here for the show?” Johnny’s head snapped to the ticket booth. He quickly walked over and searched for his ticket in his pockets. He grabbed it and presented it to the teenager working the stand.

“You’re lucky to get a ticket, I heard they sold out within 2 minutes.” The cashier chuckled as they scanned his ticket. Johnny contemplated this as he remembered the envelope Mark had slipped him earlier today, saying that he needed to see this.

He hadn’t understood his insistence until google had aided him in his search of ‘who is Sweet-Heart?’. How Mark had heard of you but he didn’t, he’ll never know. Johnny also made a mental reminder to pay back Mark with dinner or something, depending on how the night turned out.

“Well you’re all set. Enjoy the show!” The teen handed back the ticket and gestured Johnny inside the venue.

The inside was completely different from what Johnny expected. He knew it was a black suit event but the extravagant high ceilings with draped red and gold curtains and the eggshell white walls, covered in carving after carving, really put it into perspective.

The room was practically deserted apart from the clerk sitting lazily at the end behind a lecturn who straightened up after he saw him, obviously thinking everyone had entered the large oak doors behind him. Johnny followed the red carpet along the hardwood floors finally making it to the clerk, who awkwardly turned around and opened the doors.

Johnny, who was standing directly in between the two doors, was not expecting them to open onto a large hall, completely dark except from huge fog-lights shining on a stage. A stage from which a heavenly voice floated to Johnny’s ears, a voice so nice he doubted any recording could convey its melodies.

And Johnny would definitely have to take Mark out to dinner at some point because up on stage was his Sweetheart, though he doubts she would remember the name being used by him due to years of no use.

You had been friends while kids, both living within walking distance of each other and attending the small school. You had spent your early years being together constantly and being teased about being together constantly. Johnny could’ve bet that around highschool your years-deep friendship could’ve ended up going down a different path if you didn’t pack up in the middle of the night and move away without telling anyone and then never answering anyones texts or calls.

That had been a very difficult time for the young man, knowing that someone so close to him, someone he thought about everyday though it had been years since he’d last seen you, could just abandon him without a second thought, so when Mark had offered him tickets to your show, he couldn’t refuse regardless of the harm it was sure to cause him.

And, standing alone in the corridor between seated guests, Johnny could only take in the scale of what you had achieved without him. Thousands of people were seated here to watch you perform. You, an english speaker, in a room full of older Korean people, who were listening just because of how ethereal your voice sounded, even to the untrained ear. Even his google search had unprepared him for the magnitude of your popularity, though the sold out theater definitely began to put it into perspective.

The backlight of the foyer was enough to draw your attention to him, your voice never faltering even though your attention did. And through the large auditorium he could see a flash of recognition adorn your face, the missed note that caught in your breath as your eyes focused onto his silhouette.

The crowd surrounding Johnny grumbled at the pause in your serenade and you snapped your eyes from his face to stare another place in the room, desperately trying to avoid a repeat event as your eyes roved wild around the room.

Johnny felt his breath catch and his heart begin beating rapidly. You recognised him. Somehow from this huge crowd, you were able to see him and remember him. You were able to remember one of the only people who knew you before this and, at one point, had probably known you better than you knew yourself.

Murmurs in the crowd prompted Johnny to thank the door man and lumber down to his seat in one of the rows. After a few “excuse-me”’s, Johnny reached his seat, which seemed to be the only empty one of the house, and began to watch the rest of your performance.

The voice of an angel was truly an understatement, there was no way to convey the serenity of your vocals. No singer Johnny had ever listened to, no Cher, no Ariana, no Whitney, could even come close to matching the peace that encapsulated him when he heard your voice. Sure, maybe it was bias from a love that hadn’t been tampered with by time, but according to the sold-out theater, Johnny couldn’t be sure.

During your performance Johnny had to close his eyes to absorb the sheer impact of the fact that this whole time he could’ve been listening to your voice over his earphones or that he could have watched you grow from a small singer into the powerhouse you were today, but he wasn’t able to. And that was because you’d left.

You’d just up and left, never to be in contact with him again. This whole time Johnny had thought that he’d never see you again. Maybe that would’ve been a good thing, considering the amount of consideration you had for his feelings. But when had looked at him, Johnny knew that you recognised him. There was no way you didn’t. You wouldn’t just stop singing if someone came late to your show, right?

No, that’s ridiculous. As a performer, even in incredibly different venues, Johnny knew that people coming late didn’t inspire a reaction such as that.

It was that flash of seeing someone you knew. Johnny knew it, it had happened to him when his family had first flown over and were able to see his first stage. At the time just seeing his family's faces had the power to make him choke up.

Eventually the show came to a close after thunderous applause and people started standing up, but Johnny was rooted to his spot. He was debating between legging it out of there and trying to erase everything he’d seen and legging it out of there and keeping everything to himself. However he didn’t get a chance to choose as, when he stood up, an usher came to meet him in the aisle. A hurried explanation from the man exposed that you wanted to meet him.

Johnny felt his heart stop, stood stupidly still as people of all ages filed through the corridor he was blocking, muttering cusses his way. But that didn’t phase him, he roomed with a bunch of teenage boys for a large part of his life. What did phase him was the knowledge that you wanted to see him.

Did you want to talk? What, did you want to finally explain what the hell happened? Why he hadn’t heard from you in years only to finally see you with a life better than anything he could’ve given you? Why, after years of him preaching to you about how hard it was to become a singer, you had done it anyway? And how you’d done leagues better than anything he’d ever accomplished?

He still regretted how many years of his life he’d spent pining over the idol dream, how many sleepless nights he’d spent wondering if he could’ve been spending his life better but convincing himself it would be worth it only for it all to blow up in face and for his group to do terribly. They were on the verge of disbanding and here you were, with your fully booked house.

He shouldn’t feel bitter though. He had no connection to you in the present, every interaction with you was in the past. That’s the attitude Johnny had in his mind as he followed the usher, ignoring the confused looks he was getting as he was led backstage. He was so focused on retaining this ‘fan, not friend’ mindset, he didn’t even realise he was in front of your dressing room door before the usher tapped him on the shoulder.

He quickly thanked the man before turning back to your door and knocking. It took a minute but slowly the door handle started turning. Johnny took a step back as the door opened his way and there you were.

You were just as beautiful, if not more, than how he remembered you. You still had that persistent curl in your hair that you had to spend hours ironing out, still held yourself in the same posture, and still wore your heart on your sleeve. At least he had thought you wore your heart on your sleeve. But if that was true, he wouldn’t have been blindsided by your leaving.

He remained quiet as you took a shaky breath. He didn’t know why your breath was shaky, you were the one who’d deleted all your accounts after leaving, not letting him contact you.

“It really is you.” You whispered out and Johnny glanced up at you, more specifically the tears building in your eyes. He let his face remain completely passive as you launched yourself at him, feeling you grip the suit he wore with such force he may have to iron it before returning it.

He held his arms out wide as you clung to him like a drowning person clinging to a life vest, as though he was holding you up. A wet patch formed on the suit jacket, making it through to his white shirt, making him frown. Why were you crying? You’d left him behind.

“Oh my god.” He heard you breathe into his jacket and he left one pat on your back before stepping back, making you stumble as you were forced to release him. He ignored your confused expression and the tears falling out of your eyes in favour of looking at the makeup smudged onto his suit, a ‘tch’ escaping his mouth at the sight.

“I-I’m sorry about that.” You hiccupped, a tone he didn’t recognise plaguing your voice. “I can get it-t dry cleaned.” He looked up, once again ignoring the way his heart squeezed at the tears falling down your cheeks. You shouldn’t get to be sad, it was your fault.

“No need.” He said, his voice a bit more aggressive than he intended for a child-hood friend turned ghost-lover. He cleared his throat before starting the mini-speech he had hastily made in his head as he was led by the usher.

“Listen, you did great out there,” He ignored the enchanting smile that encompassed your face because of his praise.

“You did fantastic even, but I don’t know why you asked for me to come back here.” He said, watching the way your face fell.

“W-well I thought after like ten years you’d be happy to see me…” You said and he held back a scoff, still wanting to preserve as many of your feelings even though you hadn’t done the same for him.

“I don’t know why you’d think that.” He said coldly and didn’t see the way your face crumpled as though you’d been stabbed because he’d turned around and prepared to leave. A hand grabbed his wrist and he slightly turned to look at you.

“What happened? Why are you so mad?” You asked quietly and he didn’t hold back his laugh. He turned fully and stomped into your room, you backing away, only being pushed by his presence.

“Why am I so mad?” He asked, his fists clenched and an incredulous tone rampant through his voice.

“Why am I so mad?! You left! You just left in the middle of the night! I didn’t get to say goodbye, I didn’t get to say anything!” He ranted, turning and pacing up and down your changeroom. You were stunned, not being able to answer him which only seemed to fuel him.

“And then what, a decade later I finally find you again. Only to see you’re doing incredible and, good for you and all, but you’re doing incredible without me! You’re living a better life alone, with no regard for me, than anything I could’ve ever given you!” Your continued silence seemed to drain all the fight out of him.

“That’s why I’m mad. I shouldn’t have come. God, Mark just did this to fuck with me.” He sighed, rubbing a hand on his forehead before turning to you again.

“Look, I’m happy for you, but I think it would be best if-”

“I’ve thought about you everyday since I left y’know. I’d wonder how you were doing. I was there when you debuted, I don’t know if you know. I was in the crowd. I watched you look at your family and I was happy. I was happy that you were happy.” You suddenly spoke up, your words knocking the air out of Johnny’s body.

“All through our school years I’d see you with other kids and see how you were able to interact freely with them and how you were always smiling. And I saw that and I thought ‘How could I ever be that happy?’. I finally realised my happiness was with you but then I realised that that was too selfish, I needed to find a way to be happy without relying on you.”

“So you fucking left? You think I’d care that you were happy with me?” Johnny interrupted, getting mad again.

“I left because I thought that I would stop how happy you were, regardless of my own feelings. Everyone knows, you can’t be an idol with a partner, it just doesn’t work out. We both knew that’s where we were going. I knew that if I didn’t leave, I’d eventually end up without you anyways, and it would be easier to start making my own happiness earlier.” You said and Johnny went quiet for a second.

There was a million questions he wanted to ask. Why didn’t you say goodbye? Why didn’t you give us a chance? Why did you become a singer? But he eventually settled on:

“Did it work? Are you happy without me?” He asked hesitantly, almost afraid of the answer. You took a pause before a second wave of tears flooded down your cheeks.

“I don’t think I’ve ever regretted anything more.” He could barely hear you through the hiccups reverberating through your throat.

“Everyday I’ve tried to tell myself that it was for the best, but I can never seem to convince myself. It’s torture, knowing I gave up without trying, that we could’ve been something. But I fucked it up, and it’s my responsibility.” You could barely get it out, choked sobs interrupting your monologue. Johnny could only watch as the person he’d once regarded as the love of his life broke down in front of him.

“Y-you don’t have to stick around, you can leave if you want.” You choked out after a minute but Johnny stayed still, the many questions he had fighting to spawn on the tip of his tongue. But before he could ask more you took a shuddering breath and slid down a wall to the floor, wrapping your arms around your drew up knees and hanging your head before your knees and chest.

After a moment, Johnny slid down the wall with you. Questions could wait, you crying would always be his top priority, even when he was still mad at you. He wrapped his arms around your shuddering form and whispered sweet nothings as you continued to sob. After a few minutes you stopped sobbing, quietly sniffling, and Johnny continued to sit there, you savoring the feeling of being wrapped in his arms.

“I’d understand if you never saw me again.” You said quietly and you felt Johnny nod against your head, an action that inspired more tears to leak from your eyes. It had always been too good to last.

“Unfortunately sometimes what we probably should do is not what we want to do.” He said quietly, placing a kiss against your head, leaving you to ponder the meaning behind that sentence. After a few seconds he sighed.

“I don’t think I’d ever not want to be with you.” He said and you tried to swivel your head to look at him, but you were held back by his arms.

“But I definitely need time. I have and probably always will love you, but right now, I don’t trust you.” As much as it hurt to say, Johnny knew it was the right thing to do. Johnny was only affirmed in this when you nodded your head below his chin. He turned you around to make eye contact with you, taking in your red eyes and wobbly chin. He pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

“I’ve missed you.” While sweet, it still prompted you to burst into a fresh set of tears, one which Johnny teasingly rolled his eyes at.

“Crybaby.” He joked and you could only laugh, happy to be reunited with your happiness.

bah, humbug. Not checking formatting, sorry!!!

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d3 - christmas in chicago | jhs

➸ word count; 1240 words

➸ jude; aged 14, verity & katie; aged 5, connor; aged 1 month

➸ alternative names used; junho (jude), eunyoung (katie)

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Surprisingly, your five-year-old twins are not the ones who wake you up at five in the morning on Christmas Day. Instead, you arise to the sound of your one-month-old son fussing in his bedside crib.

You stretch, shifting around to position yourself upright. It’s been roughly three or four hours since you last fed, and your body reacts accordingly, loose white t-shirt beginning to dampen.

‘I’ll take him,’ Johnny murmurs from behind you, in his raspy morning voice.

‘He needs fed,’ you reply, lifting Connor up from the crib and onto your chest.

‘I’ll keep you company,’ Johnny settles further into the pillows, lightly tickling Connor’s feet with his finger.

This year, you’d found yourself in Chicago for Christmas. Last year you had spent the holiday in Korea after staying there for a little stint because of Johnny’s work, but you had come back to your home in Chicago during the summer to prepare for the birth of your youngest son.

Your hair falls as you turn your head to smile at Johnny, so he reaches a hand out to push the stray hair behind your ear.

‘Merry Christmas, beautiful,’ he rubs your cheek on the way back down with his thumb, before dropping it down to the back of Connor’s head, ‘and Merry first Christmas, little man.’

‘Merry Christmas, John. Our last first Christmas,’ you smile lazily.

‘Well, I mean, we could have another surprise-‘

‘Absolutely not,’ you interrupt, and he laughs sheepishly, ‘four is more than enough.’

‘I know, I was kidding,’ Johnny kisses your elbow, ‘I love our family so much.’

Johnny just watches you feed for a few minutes before your bedroom door cracks open, two little girl’s faces appearing behind it.

‘Hey girls,’ Johnny sits up on his elbows, the twins taking it as an invitation to come inside.

‘It’s Christmas, daddy,’ Katie crawls up onto the bed, Verity not far behind her.

‘It is, angel,’ Johnny lets her crawl into his arms, ‘do you think Santa’s been?’

The twins nod rapidly, both inching closer towards their father.

‘Can we go downstairs and go and see, daddy?’ Verity bounces on her heels with excitement.

‘Mommy’s feeding your little brother, Vev,’ Johnny explains, ‘we’ll have to wait until he’s done, okay?’

‘Okay,’ the girls sigh, slightly dejected, but the excitement quickly outweighs it.

The four of you talk quietly for a few minutes, the twins buzzing about potential presents Santa may have brought them. Once Connor pulls away from you, the twins automatically straighten up, ready to jump out of bed to harass Jude into waking up.

‘Girls-‘ Johnny tries to get them to slow down, but they’re already reaching up and pulling your bedroom door open, plodding along down the hallway towards their older brother’s bedroom.

‘Can you manage?’ Johnny lays a warm hand just under your shoulder.

‘Yeah, you go make sure they don’t jump on his head.’

Johnny leaves the room as you rise from the bed slowly, beginning to pat Connor’s back.

Jude is leaning against the hallway wall, half asleep still, once you emerge from the bedroom.

‘Morning,’ you chuckle, his face brightening when he sees you and his baby brother.

‘Can we go downstairs now?’ Katie tugs on Johnny’s sleeve.

‘Yeah, come on angel, let’s go and see what Santa’s brought you.’

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

‘Grandma!’

‘Hello little ones,’ Johnny’s mother hugs her granddaughters before looking up and noticing Jude.

‘Junho-ah,’ she breaks away from the twins to hug Jude, ‘Merry Christmas.’

‘John-ah, Y/N! How’s the little one?’

‘Groggy,’ you turn to the side slightly to show Connor laying against your chest half-asleep, ‘someone is ready for his morning nap.’

‘Go put him down, his little crib is still in the spare room.’

Johnny’s parents had a little fold-out crib for Connor just in case you spent a long time there.

‘I’ll put him down, come on,’ Johnny takes Connor from you, rocking him slowly as he ventures up the stairs.

‘Merry Christmas mum/mom,’ you hug Johnny’s mother, ‘thank you for hosting this year.’

‘You know how much I love cooking for you guys,’ she replies, ‘you’ve made such a big family, it warms my heart to have you all here together.’

‘He went straight to sleep,’ Johnny reappears at the top of the stairs, ‘all the Christmas excitement made him tired I think.’

‘Now that we’re all here,’ Johnny’s dad says, ‘lets start on presents!’

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

‘Oh, Eunyoung, no,’ Johnny’s mother lunges across the kitchen counter, grabbing Katie by the waist and lifting her down from the stepstool, just as she was about to put her fingers in the cake batter.

‘Sorry mum/mom,’ you manage to eventually catch up with Katie, the one month old Connor in your arms, ‘I lost sight of her for like two seconds.’

‘It’s okay dear, you should be sitting! Wow I’m getting too old for this.. Where’s my son, he should be- John!’

Johnny appears in the doorway behind you, holding Verity.

‘Sorry, little miss spilled water all over herself.’ He lets Verity down, who scampers over to her Grandmother and twin sister.

‘Girls, how about you go play with your new toys?’ Johnny’s mother suggests, ‘let your mum/mom rest.’

‘No, I’ll help you with dinner-‘

‘No you will not,’ she fires back sternly, ‘you just gave birth. Go sit on the couch and relax.’

Sensing that she won’t back down, you retreat to the couch, where Jude is laying around on his phone.

‘Are you ok, mum/mom?’ Jude looks up from his phone in concern when you quietly whine in discomfort.

‘I’m good, just achy,’ you don’t think your teenage son wants the details of your postpartum body.

‘Can I do anything?’ He offers, forever the sweetest boy.

‘You could play with your sisters,’ you suggest, ‘stop them from getting in your grandma’s way.’

‘Okay,’ he throws his phone down, wandering over to the girls and feign excitement over their dolls.

Johnny helps his parents with the cooking, darting around the kitchen, pulling things off the hob, out of the oven and into dishes ready for the dining table.

‘Dinner’s ready!’ Johnny’s mother calls.

You place Connor in the crib you’ve brought downstairs, as Jude and the twins practically sprint over to the dining table.

‘Ah-ah, not so fast,’ Johnny chastises, ‘let’s carry a dish each.’

He gives the twins a cooler dish each, which they carry to the table and put down, before sliding into their seats.

‘You, sit down,’ Johnny’s mother swats at you when you appear in the kitchen and try to help.

‘Alright, dig in everyone,’ Johnny’s mother announces.

‘Kids,’ you begin sternly before they pick up their utensils.

‘Jal meogeotseumnida,’ the kids chirp in unison, Johnny’s mother laughing as they start stuffing their faces as soon as the last syllable leaves their mouths.

‘You’re welcome.’

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

‘Hey,’ Johnny is sitting up in bed, orange glow of your bedside lamp illuminating the bare skin of his chest.

‘Hi,’ you’d just finished saying goodnight to Jude.

He wraps his arms around you once you’re in bed beside him.

‘I had the most perfect day,’ he murmurs sleepily.

‘Me too. Exhausted now.’

‘M’not surprised. But I love being in Chicago with you, and our family.’

‘It feels like home, doesn’t it?’

‘It is home. But anywhere with you is.’

‘You’re so cheesy,’ you cringe, ‘but I agree with the sentiment.’

‘Merry Christmas, I love you.’

‘Merry Christmas, John. I love you too..’

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ncityprincess · 1 year

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Possessive Johnny??? I wanna hear more bc I'm a SUCKER for it! Voyeuristic Johnny??? SOLD. see this is why I follow you!

YAYYY 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫡

idk man i just think johnny has a “dark” side to him. like he’s so chill and fun most of the time but if you’re looking extra good? or if he had a hard day? he will literally ravish you. but i don’t think he’d be possessive in the sense that if another man looks at you or if you’re just talking to a dude he would get jealous. i actually feel like he’d be really secure in your relationship and he would trust you not to do anything crazy.

but he would just get overwhelmed with the feeling that you’re HIS and only his and he’s the only one that gets to see you fucked out and moaning just for him. he gets to see a side of you that no one else will ever see. that exclusivity would drive him crazy. he would genuinely see you as the prize.

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babbymochiiii · 4 months

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⋆⁺₊⋆NCT MASTER LIST ⋆⁺₊⋆

pt. 1

( 🔞 18+ smut 🧸 fluff 💋 suggestive )

✨note: here you will find writing for the 10 eldest members! In part two 👇🏼 you’ll find the 10 youngest members!

⭐️ note 2: please let it be known that this is only part 1 for part 2 the link is here

✨ main master list: here

requests are open! ⭐️

🌕 MOON TAEIL: 1 WORK IN THE MAKING!

🐱 JOHNNY SUH:

Confession Letter: Johnny Suh

↪︎.3k words

↪︎ college student Johnny, reader insert, mention of stalking

↪︎ Synopsis: you give him a confession letter and he ends up being a stalker…

When He Replaces You: Johnny Suh

↪︎ 1.6k words

↪︎ non idol Johnny, reader insert, angst

↪︎ Synopsis: where Johnny kept going to the cafe you worked at after everything ended

💋Angel: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎ 703 words

↪︎ angel! Johnny x ngs! reader, suggestive context about the one-night stand and the memories from that night they had together

↪︎synopsis: you had a one-night stand with angel! Johnny, to which you try to leave without him noticing, but he ends up cornering you ;)

🔞Birthday Surpirse: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎ 1.7k words

↪︎ idol! Johnny x afab! reader, smut, fluff, romance, established relationship, Johnny getting blind folded, oral (m), unprotected sex (y’all wrap it up pls), dick riding, dom Johnny, sub reader, daddy count (1), dirty talk, Johnny coming inside of reader, pet names; hers: angel, baby; his: baby

↪︎synopsis: you give Johnny a birthday surprise 🎁

🌹 LEE TAEYONG:

Saved: Lee Taeyong

↪︎ .6k words

↪︎ taeyong, reader insert, publicly being embarrassed, romance, fluff-ish

↪︎ Synopsis: where he saves you from embarrassment

🐙 NAKAMOTO YUTA:

Music Taste: Nakamoto Yuta

↪︎ .6k words

↪︎ non specific pairing, comedy, idol group NCT 127, second hand embarrassment,

↪︎ Synopsis: he likes the taste of your music

🔞Caught: Nakamoto Yuta

↪︎ 1k words

↪︎ NCT college au, heavy make outs, hickies, dry hunping, almost oral (f receiving), getting caught, smut

↪︎ Synopsis: you were heading to bed when you head a thump upstairs.

Burn: DOYOUNG & YUTA

↪︎ 697 words

↪︎ yandere yuta and doyoung, reader insert, angst, panic attacks, indecisive thoughts, manipulation

↪︎ Synopsis: they kidnap you and you have consent panic attacks

💋Tongue Piercing: NAKAMOTO YUTA

↪︎ 506 words

↪︎ idol yuta, reader insert, comedy, suggestive context about the piercing

↪︎ Synopsis: where you tell yuta about the speculations NCTzens have been making about a supposed tongue piercing, to which he admits.

💋 YUTA AS A ROCKSTAR:

↪︎ rockstar! yuta x afab! reader

🐻 QIAN KUN:

Excuse Me?: Qian Kun

↪︎ .7k words

↪︎ idol kun, reader insert, comedy, sexual tension

↪︎ Synopsis: you were caught saying something the moment he walked into the room.

🐰 KIM DOYOUNG:

🔞 I Just Wanna Be Yours: Kim Doyoung

↪︎ 5k words

↪︎ idol doyoung, reader insert, smut, angst, best friends to lovers, believing feelings are one sided, slight mention of an abusive adult, drinking and getting “drunk,” mention of sleeping with idols, make out, hickies, biting, oral (f receiving), fingering, sex without condom (y’all wrap that shit up we don’t want anything), call count of 3 times for daddy, after care.

↪︎ Synopsis: Upon getting drunk with one another, true feelings come spilling out.

Burn: DOYOUNG & YUTA

↪︎ 697 words

↪︎ yandere yuta and doyoung, reader insert, angst, panic attacks, indecisive thoughts, manipulation

↪︎ they kidnap you and you have consent panic attacks

🔞Tag Team: Kim Doyoung

↪︎ 1.6k words

↪︎ idol doyoung, reader insert, reader’s best friend, smut, oral (m), a pretty heavy make out between reader and best friend (only once-), giving that sloppy toppy, DOYOUNG wanting to take control but couldn’t because the reader is >///< being dominant for the situation, slight possessiveness, just filth LMAO

↪︎ Synopsis: everyone’s been sharing the same sexual fantasy

🔞Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

↪︎ 12.6k words

↪︎ non idol! doyoung, jaehyun, jungwoo x female! reader 🔞smut, some romance, some fluff, angst? public sex (2), slightly dom jungwoo, reader is a lil slutty for them, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight choking, cream pie (2), doyoung being a complete softy for you, doyoung being a pantie sniffer, pussy worshiping, "just the tip" scenario, doyoung is literally on his knees for you babes, mean but "soft" dom jaehyun, jaehyun humiliating you, dirty talk with some name calling, dacryphilia, sir count (1), oral (m & f), "threesome" (m x f x m) its more like a eiffel tower, voyeurism, after care, hand job, established relationship | pet names for reader: jungwoo: puppy, doyoung: bunny, jaehyun: baby | pet names from reader to them: jungwoo: Woo, doyoung: Doi, jaehyun: Jae

↪︎synopsis: Doyoung, Jungwoo, and Jaehyun each have a crush on you, while you do like 'em as well, but in order to find out if your shy nature with them is because you also feel the same way, they take things to the next level, by themselves and together.

🧸 Calm: KIM DOYOUNG

↪︎synopsis: you had a really exhausting day at work and your boyfriend Doyoung knew exactly what you needed to help you feel better.

↪︎warnings: mental exhaustion, mention of people complaining and yelling, crying

↪︎word count: 717 words

🐱 TEN LEE:

On My Youth: TEN LEE pt.1

↪︎ 1.9k words

↪︎ idol! ten lee x ngs! reader ft. xiaojun, angst, crying, conflicted feelings, minor yelling, confronting on ten’s bs, break up, more crying, just angst and more angst

↪︎synopsis: you’ve noticed ten has been weird ever since his recent comeback, and with one text message it confirmed everything. But you weren’t going to let him do that to you through the phone so you confront him in person.

On My Youth: TEN LEE pt. 2

↪︎ 1.7k

↪︎idol! ten lee x ngs! reader, angst, missing one another, more crying, confrontation, minor yelling, even ore crying…it’s a lot of painful memories for the two folks, some sort of hopeful outcome for the two..?

↪︎synopsis: ten goes to your apartment to speak to you in person about everything that is going on between the two of you…will things clear up between you both?

🍑 JUNG JAEHYUN:

🔞Sir: Jung Jaehyun

↪︎ 1.1k words

↪︎ Jaehyun, reader insert (non gender), smut, dom!Jaehyun, being tied up, edging?, 2 call count of Sir, someone walking in, choking, palming, fingering/stroking, etc.

↪︎ Synopsis: you and Jaehyun have a secret fling, to which some of the members of 127 are getting suspicious.

🔞Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

↪︎ 12.6k words

💋Valentines With Jaehyun

↪︎ established relationship! Jaehyun x reader; a little something something or v-day and for jaehyun’s birthday! 💌

🐥 DONG SICHENG:

[ 01:19 pm]

🐶 KIM JUNGWOO:

🔞Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

↪︎ 12.6k words

[ 10:30 pm ]

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cod-z · 29 days

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Lonely

Your media consumption isn't my responsibility | TW: Angst/No Comfort (possible comfort if I make a part 2), Abuse(non-physical), Cheating(?), FwB, Too late.

Pairing(s): (Choose)141 x Reader

| One-shots | Pt. 2 | A/N: Had 'Lonely' by Akon on loop for the past 6 hours (still am, for no reason)

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It's been who knows how long since you've left, ever since the night you told him you were done, not because of the lonely nights but the constant pernicious words that were thrown constantly at your direction, the nights where he left you the next morning.

A player. That's what he was, emotionally detached whenever his sat next to you at those restaurants that you suggested, paying for your own tickets whenever he invites you the movies and getting individual seats, being there as a imitation of a couple though that wasn't the case.

Friends with benefits. Lack the friends part and where the stage was, it was probably for his own benefits rather than yours.

At first it was just sex, never ending, heated intercourse. No emotions were attached till he started acting different, showing a different light to his playboy side, he showed you that he was, as what people called 'Boyfriend Material'.

Since then your sleepless nights were more than once a week, dates were fun, visiting places that you've never been, then all of that came crashing down. New side piece that walked through those doors. His eyes sparkling at the sight of her bodice, fresh meat for the taking and did he take it quite quick.

It would've hurt less if he didn't treat her so right unlike when he was with you, more expensive, more loving, more thought out and did that hurt. Though it didn't last long but the peace didn't stay calm at all. Back to his style of a players.

You stayed by his side.

Got that one good girl, lord, that's always been there, man like, took all the bullshit. But then one day, she can't take it no more and decided to leave.

He's been in his desolate apartment, the bedside empty now that you had gone before he woke up, a sob stuck in his throat though he blamed it on the whiskey. The song in his room stuck on loop, words mocking him for his life, the precious creature that he had lost because he fucked around.

And like the lyrics that continued to replay for the nth time that morning? Afternoon? He doesn't know. It just dug into his heart, eyes shut tightly, letting the tears stream down his cheeks as he imprints the lyrics into his body and his soul.

Sobs rang out his dim, dirtied room.

No messages, no calls, nothing from you. Just the replay of the music.

Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody for my own~ I'm so lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely I have nobody for my own~

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you are in suh much trouble- johnny x reader

Tw: cursing, parties, alcohol, sexual assault, mutual pinning, kissing, sexual jokes and innuendos

Word count: 3,190

For as long as you had known your current friend group (all twenty-something of them), Johnny had been a mystery to you. This sort of unattainable object or unstoppable force. Something about him had always intrigued you, even if you would never tell him.

Your crush on the man started at a party; Donghyuck, one of your close friends, had dragged you over to meet the rest of the gang. He gripped your wrist tightly as he dragged you around to meet everyone.

He went down the line one by one, pointing to his friends that would soon become yours. Naturally, you were happy to be included in the group immediately. Shortly after getting acquainted with Renjun, Doyoung, Jungwoo, Jeno, and Jaemin, when he introduced Mark, you knew that the two of you would grow close. He had this kind of goofy charisma that you couldn’t help but find endearing.

The seven of you chatted idly in the kitchen until a man you could only describe as being otherworldly handsome came in. He was tall and lean but muscular and downright gorgeous. You instantly caught his attention as he turned to stare at you with a slight smirk.

“Aaaannnndd who’s this pretty lady in my house?” he asked, leaning against the wall as you laughed in embarrassment.

“This gorgeous lady is my very good friend, so I ask that you don’t fuck her, Johnny.”, Donghyuck spat out, suddenly wrapping an arm around you tightly.

“Why? Do you have dibs?” Johnny teased, looking down at the two of you.

You and Donghyuck shuffled away from each other, pretending to gag at the thought of being intimate.

As Johnny’s eyes met yours, you introduced yourself to him, almost out of instinct.

When you told him your name, you could have sworn the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Lovely name for a lovely girl.”, he teased, taking your hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to it.

Rendered speechless, you stood there, mouth open.

This satisfied him as he smirked and pulled back. “Someone seems easily excitable.”

“Don’t be an asshole,” Doyoung interjected.

“What? Me, an asshole? God, Doyoung, I’m so hurt; I thought we were friends. Oh, the anguish”, Johnny gasped, his hand flying to his heart and clutching it in faux pain.

Next thing you knew, you were being dragged off by Renjun, Donghyuck, Jeno, and Jaemin.

You heard a faint “See you later, princess!” from who you could only assume was Johnny.

Many months later, you moved in with Donghyuck and Mark. This meant that your place was one of the central hangout spots and that Johnny was always just a few feet away from you. He practically lived in your house, often spending the night.

The first time you had woken up and gone into the kitchen to see a shirtless Johnny, it had scared the shit out of you and greatly amused him, which could have been why it happened on many occasions.

Even though this was the fifth time (not that you were counting) you had seen him shirtless in your kitchen, you were still shy. You awkwardly made your coffee, staring at the steady pour into your cup, before you felt his presence surround you.

Then you realized Johnny was leaning over you, one arm on each side of your body, trapping you between him and the counter. You stiffened, suddenly feeling self-conscious in your tank top and shorts.

He leaned down and inhaled, then slowly exhaled on your ear, making you shudder. “Morning, princess,” he spoke slowly, sounding like gravel. Damn, that sexy morning voice. You could only choke out a greeting in response, making him chuckle and run his fingertips down your arms.

“Johnny stop trying to hump Y/N in the kitchen, she didn’t consent to that.”, Donghyuck pushed the both of you away, grumbling as he made himself a cup of coffee.

“Mmm, but she didn’t seem to mind it so much, did you, darling?” he softly pushed a piece of your bed head off your face, making you turn away.

“Johnny, that’s sexual harassment.”

“Who’s getting harassed?” Mark asked, rubbing his head as he appeared in the kitchen.

“I walked in on poor Y/N getting dry-humped by Johnny.”, the youngest boy told him, making you and Johnny stare at him in disbelief.

“Woah, Johnny, not cool, man! Come here, Y/N.” he pulled you into his side. “I know Johnny is a charm master and all, but you can still say no to him if you don’t consent to someth-“

“Mark, for the love of god, stop. I was not getting harassed.”, you groaned.

“Yeah, it’s fine, she liked it.”, the oldest said with a grin.

“Okay, I’m outta here. Talking to you guys is like mental harassment.”, you said as you grabbed your coffee and left for your room.

And as you sat on your bed, you could swear that you could still feel Johnny’s touch against you. It was making you crazy.

The feeling never stopped. Not when he got a little too close during movie marathons, not when he hugged you to greet you, and especially not on the night when you were playing games with the guys.

You walked in on the chaos, the younger members screamed at each other, and you couldn’t help but laugh at them. When they invited you to play Mario Kart, you quickly said yes, only to find every square inch of your living room floor full. You glanced to the full couch, then to the armchair, where Johnny sat.

Without hesitation, he pulled you onto his lap, sighing and reasoning that “your back has been hurting lately, so you deserve the best chair,” to which you countered that the chair beneath him was the best seat, and he continued to tell you that he could sit on you instead.

So you played, sat on his lap with his arms around you, lips pressing praises to the outer shell of your ear when he felt you deserved it. You were embarrassed and unable to play properly; his hot breath on your ear and large hands on your waist made it impossible.

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Flash forward to next Saturday night, where you were at a party in god knows who’s house. All you knew was you looked good in your tight pants that hugged all the right places and the skimpy top that Donghyuck had convinced you to buy.

After a few drinks, you were on the dance floor with your friend Hendery when an older, handsome man suddenly came over and started talking to you.

Now, you couldn’t deny his charms, so you just let him when he asked to dance with you. The two of you chatted and danced. You were having a great time until he started getting handsy with you.

At first, you just brushed his hands off, but he became more persistent, going as far as grabbing at your body and pulling it against him.

“Let’s get out of here.”, he demanded rather than asked.

“No- I should really get back to my friends..”, you replied, trying to pull away, but he quickly stopped you, grinding against your backside.

“Come on, I know you want me.”, he all but yelled in your ear.

“No!” you squeaked as you tried to wriggle away.

“Don’t be so bitchy!” he said as he yanked you back again.

You nearly cried on the spot, fearing for your life.

“Is there a problem here?” another voice interjected, and you had never been so glad to see Johnny.

“Nope, this girl is just playing hard to get.”, the creep replied, unashamed of his tendencies.

“Well, it looks like a problem, you see, that’s my girlfriend you’re slobbering over there.” Johnny held a hand out to you, pulling you towards him.

Despite the circumstances, you grew hot at the title Johnny used for you.

“Hey man, she wants me! That’s why she came over to me, so butt out, dipshit.”, the guy said, grabbing your arm in a way you were sure would bruise.

When you gasped out in pain, something in Johnny snapped. “What the FUCK is wrong with you?” he yelled at the man, ripping his hand off you.

You weaseled away, running to the closest person you could find, which happened to be Mark. You quickly threw yourself at him, burying your face into his sweatshirt.

“Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” he asked, hugging you and rubbing circles on your back.

You heard the crowd chanting for a fight and could only assume Johnny and that guy were about to beat the shit out of each other. “Shit, Mark, you gotta go in there and help Johnny!”

Mark laughed. “I don’t think I do, dude, look.” he pointed as the crowd immediately died down when Johnny punched the guy in the face, and he passed out.

You blinked in surprise as Johnny came speed walking over, grabbing both of you, and continuing to the door, shielding his face from people as he nearly ran.

“Hey- we forgot Hendery-“

“Y/N, I just knocked that guy out, I’d like to leave before anything else can happen.”, Johnny told you, piling into Mark’s car.

You got into the back, next to Johnny, as he carefully examined you for any signs of pain. “You’re okay? Right?” he asked, his voice slightly higher than usual.

“Yeah-I’m fine, I don’t think that guy is though, so, thanks. I owe you.”

Johnny shifted awkwardly. “Yeah, no, it’s fine. It’s my duty as your friend to keep you safe.”

“Right,” you said, leaning back against the headrest, unable to explain the sudden twist of the knife into your heart. But, of course, it’s not like Johnny liked you, so you don’t know why you were so disappointed.

Mark glanced at the two of you through the rearview mirror. He saw Johnny examining you with worry and you staring at the floor. It was quite the sight, two people so clearly in love with each other, but completely oblivious to the other’s feelings.

As soon as you got home, you showered and changed into pajamas. You walked into the living room to find Hendery there, and though you were glad to see him, you were instantly confused as to why he had returned to your house.

“Hey, Hendery. Sorry to leave you back there” you jumped onto the couch next to him, and he wrapped his arms around you.

“As hurt as I am, I understand. You and your boyfriends had to come back and bang after your dearest Johnny was such a man.”

“Don’t be weird.”

“Come on, you love me.”, he said, nuzzling into your neck.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” you kissed his head and leaned back on the couch, opting to lie down as your friend snuggled into you.

The two of you quickly fell asleep due to the sheer amount of alcohol you had ingested.

When Johnny walked in, he felt his heart shatter a bit.

He walked into Mark’s room, groaning as he fell onto his bed dramatically.

“Dude, what?” Mark asked, staring at his clearly upset friend.

“She has a boyfriend.”

“What.”

“Y/N. Her and Hendery.”

Mark snorted.

“No, she doesn’t man.”

“They’re cuddled up on the couch right now.”

“You’re so oblivious man. She’s literally in love with you, first of all. Second, she does not feel that way about Hendery. They’ve been friends for like, ever.”

“She likes me?”

“No shit, bro.”

Johnny felt a smile creep onto his face.

Next thing you knew, Donghyuck banged two pots over your heads, yelling at the two of you to wake up.

“What the fuuuck, bro?”, Hendery said as he stumbled off the couch.

“I called Kun to pick you up, he’s outside.”

“Shit.”, Hendery mumbled, clumsily walking to the door.

You followed behind him, hugging his waist and saying goodbye.

You watched as Kun scolded Hendery at the car, his finger wagging like an angry mother.

“Hyuckie, what the fuck is your problem, you absolute piece of human garbage.”

“Look, I don’t want him staying the night, what would your precious Johnny think.”

“Shh-! He could still be here!” you whisper yelled, smacking your friend.

“Yeah, waiting to fuck you.”

“Donghyuck why are you like this-“

“Am I interrupting?” Johnny suddenly asked, looking at the two of you with a grin.

“See, he wants to fuck you.”

“DONGHYUCK.”

“I don’t not want to.”

“JOHNATHAN SUH.”

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After a night of questionable deeds, you were dropped off at home by Jaemin, drunk out of your mind. But, surprise, Johnny was there, and boy, was he amused when you came stumbling into the room, disheveled and easily upset.

Donghyuck couldn’t stop laughing when you went to sit on the couch and fell off, but Johnny grabbed you and picked you up and onto the couch. You leaned into him, staring up at his pretty face.

He chuckled and pinched your cheek, getting up and fetching a glass of water. “Here, drink this, princess.”

You obliged and took small sips, staring at him and giggling.

He couldn’t stop the smile on his face from forming when you laughed. “You’re so cute,” he teased.

Suddenly, your expression fell, and you started crying, making Johnny raise an eyebrow at the sudden 180.

“You’re such… an asshole Johnny. You keep lea-leading me on, and being nice to me and then just- you don’t like me- why do you keep being so nice. I know you have girls at your feet, so stop wasting your time making- making fun of me, okay?” you sniffled, running into your room.

Johnny was dumbfounded. Sure, he liked to tease you, but he thought he had made it obvious he wanted you.

You had avoided Johnny for a while, feeling like you were drowning every time he walked by. You were head over heels for him, and he didn’t feel the same. He was just naturally flirty. You guys were friends, nothing more.

Meanwhile, Johnny was in agony when you walked past him and avoided his flirting. Did you hate him? He whined to Mark every chance he got until Mark went insane. How could both of you be so blind?!

So, the next time he saw you sitting in the living room, he told the idea of having everyone over and promptly told you, smiling when you said it was a lovely idea. If you and Johnny just tried harder to ignore your individual feelings, it could work.

You were suddenly excited at the idea of being able to hang out with everyone after so long, as you had pulled away after the night you “came home drunk and screamed at Johnny,” as Donghyuck had put it.

You got ready for the hangout and put on a pair of leggings and a tank top, nothing fancy, as you were staying inside, and you knew your friends didn’t care.

As they all piled in the house, you felt your heart swell until you locked eyes with Johnny from across the room. You cursed yourself for being rude to him and went over immediately.

His eyebrows quirked up, and he stared at you with wide eyes.

“Hey, Johnny, look, I’m sorry for what I said that night… to be honest I don’t even remember but, I know I wronged you, so, I apologize.”

He smiled at you. “Don’t worry about it, I should be apologizing.”

You furrowed your brow and stared at him, confused.

A sudden scream from one of your friends made you look to where Jeno was tickled by Jaemin. You watched the two of them play wrestle for a while before sitting next to Johnny and watching whatever movie had been turned on.

“Glad to see the happy couple is no longer fighting.”, Donghyuck said as he sat down next to you two.

Johnny leaned closer, about to say a less than vague sexual comment, before you interrupted.

“We aren’t dating.”, you said flatly, even though it caused you pain.

Johnny bit his lip and nodded, standing up to find… something.

Eventually, you got dragged into a pillow fight with Renjun, Chenle, Jisung, Jeno, and Jaemin and ended up getting ambushed by Donghyuck, who tickled you until you couldn’t breathe.

“She’s so cute.”, Johnny told his friend for what had to have been the fifteenth time that night.

“Dude, shut up and tell her, not me.”, Mark said, pushing him.

“No, its too unnatural now. It would be weird of me.”

Suddenly, Mark Lee had an idea.

That night, he waltzed into your room, sitting on your bed. “Tonight was so much fun. I missed having everyone over.”

“Yeah, it was really nice. We should start doing it again.”, you replied, not looking up from your phone.

“I’m sure we will.”

You began reminiscing about the night and sharing your favorite parts, laughing and feeling like life couldn’t improve. Until.

“You know, Johnny wouldn’t stop talking about you.”

You gulped. “Oh..”

“Yeah, he was like, devastated when you stopped talking to hm, so he was all giddy last night. He wouldn’t stop saying how cute you were.”

“You’re serious..?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Johnny Suh called me cute..?”

“Yeah, man, he has like the biggest crush on you.”

Your mind nearly exploded.

“Mark Lee, please. Are you joking right now?”

“No!” he said, laughing.

As you replayed what felt like every moment you had ever spent with Johnny, you realized that maybe he did care for you, and perhaps he did like you. You recalled him saying to your face that you were easy to tease. Is it really possible that he liked you?

The next time Mark had him over, you cornered him in the kitchen when he went to get water.

“Oh, Y/N, hey.”

You caged him against the counter like he had done to you many times. “Hey, Suh.”

He cringed. “Why are you holding me hostage?”

“Well, I heard that you think I’m cute. Yeah, Mark said you wouldn’t stop telling him.”

Never in your life did you think you would see a blushing Johnny.

“Oh? And what if I do?”

“Well, then you’re an asshole for not telling me how you felt.”

“Aw, someone’s butthurt.”

“So what if I am?”

“Then I’ll kiss it better.”, he said, leaning down with his lips parted.

You couldn’t stop kissing him, and as soon as you did, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him, groaning in your mouth as you pulled his hair gently.

“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend then?”

“Yes dumbass.”

His lips crashed against yours, and you gasped as he lifted you up and turned you around so that you were sitting on the counter. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled him impossibly closer until-

“OH GOD MY EYES!”

The two of you broke apart to see Mark giving you thumbs up and Donghyuck with his hands covering his face.

“You got us in trouble….” you whispered, joking.

“Oh, baby, with me you’ll be in Suh much trouble.”

“Dear god, I take it back, I refuse to date you.”

“Mmmm… too late.” And with that, he went in for another kiss.

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