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about me ⋆˙⟡
greetings, dear pearls! welcome to my reef! i hope you enjoy your stay.
name: bella, beá, or simply b.
pronouns: (she/her, they/them)
fascinated with: bright and pastel colours, parfaits, dancing in my bedroom, and my live love queen leanna firestone.
fandoms i write for⋆˙⟡
games:
stardew valley (especially the bachelors/bachelorettes!)
genshin impact (mainly mondstadt, liyue, inazuma, and sumeru characters!)
danganronpa (mainly THH, SDR2, and V3)
show/series:
alien stage
demon slayer
haikyuu (left off at season 2, but i'm catching up!)
nana
jjba (parts 1-5)
what will i write ( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ )⟡
sfw! (this includes cuddling, kissing, make-out seshs, etc.)
any gender reader! (fem, masc, non-binary, anything!)
prompts, match-ups, and headcanons
i am open to writing (OC) x character. however, when requesting make sure to leave some general information of your character! (ref sheets are also a godsend for this.)
what i won't write (ᴗ_ ᴗ。)...
absolutely no hateful content: racism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.
darker content: yandere, stalking, toxic couples, etc. no judgement toward those who enjoy this content, i generally would like to keep my blog light-hearted.
nsfw works (sorry, my freaky friends.)
characters: takumi (nana), reira (nana), haji towa (dangan), teruteru (sdr2)
rules <( ⸝⸝•̀ - •́⸝⸝)> 🚨 (please read before requesting!)
always be respectful and tolerant of others!
keep discourse to a minimum. (though i may appear to stir the pot.../j)
as of now, i am only accepting requests of (1-3) characters per matchups, prompts, or hcs.
if you have sent in a request, and i have not yet responded, please refrain from sending another until i have completed your work!
outro ⋆˚࿔
that's all from me for now. besides writing, i'd be more than happy to chat and make friends with all the visitors to my reef! feel free to swim by for a quick chat about anything on your mind. <3
hiii can u make relationship headcanons with Makoto Naegi (like childhood friends to lovers)
the reader can be male or gn! thank u ❤️
thank you for the request, my pearl! i'm replaying trigger happy havoc right now, and i absolutely ADORE makoto. as my first favourite character, he has a special spot in my heart. i hope you enjoy! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)
"love letters by the creek"
~ naegi makoto .☘︎ ݁˖
MAKOTO NAEGI x GN! CHILDHOOD FRIEND READER --
headcanons.
you and makoto were sandbox lovers. growing up in the same neighbourhood, you became close friends with the boy next door.
you were over so often at his house, that mrs. naegi always set a plate for you at the dinner table.
though as you grew older, certain feelings did too. and when makoto started seeing you as more than a friend, he tried his best to push the feelings down.
there just wasn’t anything special about him. you deserved better.
after you were accepted into hopes peak? he may as well quit while he's ahead. there was no way he could compare to the people you'd meet there.
of course he loved you, but he was your friend first. he told himself that he could be okay with this.
but you couldn't. you've pined over this boy your whole life; from the way he gripped your hand tight as you both ran through the woods, to when he carefully bandaged your scraped knees when you fell off your bike.
you couldn't see yourself being with anyone else. but you couldn't bring yourself to confess either. the two of you were caught in a romantic deadlock.
enter komaru. she’s been watching you both pine over the other for years. komaru knew her brother well enough to know that if he didn't make a move now, he would always regret it.
so she became his wingwoman: giving him advice, telling him what to say, trying (and failing) to gel down his ahoge.
but nothing came from him. every time he told her he was "ready", he'd end up bailing last minute. komaru had enough:
“makoto- if you don’t shoot your shot, i’m gonna tell them you were a bed wetter until the fifth grade!”
...
today was the day!
makoto took you bike-riding through the park, and brought you to your “secret hideout” in the woods.
you sat down by the creek, on that fallen old oak tree.
it still bore your carved initials.
you talked there for hours, just like old times. nostalgia’s familiar embrace wrapped you in warmth.
“there’s actually one more thing i wanted to show you.”
your friend reached inside his bag and pulled out your favourite childhood book.
you haven’t brought up that story in years. how on earth did he remember?
awestruck, you flipped through the pages until a piece of folded paper fell into your lap.
it was a letter from makoto, all his years of longing poured into a single sheet of notebook paper.
he watched you look up from the note, and when you told him you felt the same, bless his heart. the poor boy nearly wept.
there was nothing could ruin this moment for you two!
a nearby bush begins to rustle. within a second, out pops komaru, with a leaf caught in her hair.
before makoto could yell at her, she scampered away.
“you’re welcome!”
but he couldn't stay mad at his sister. especially as you slid your fingers into his. a perfect fit, as always.
and with your consent, he cupped your cheek and the two of you shared a (long-awaited) kiss.
you two became official not too long after, and it only took the good part of a decade!
Synopsis: Johnny asks if you want to go to the drive-in with him, Pony, and Dally. You should've known things were going too well.
Pairing: Johnny Cade x fem! reader (isn't specified as a greaser or soc)
cw: implied character death (guess who!), descriptions of Johnny post-church, talks of a domestic life that can't be achieved (reader wants a daughter named Jasmine, can be changed for a different 'J' name tho), possible spelling errors
wc: 2,410
creds to @aquazero for the header!
Walking home with Johnny, your porch light flickers on as you both get closer to the front door. “Thank you for walking me, Johnny. I appreciate it.” smiling at him, you desperately hope that he can't see your cheeks warming. Maybe it's the light playing tricks on you, along with the late hour, but you swear you can see his face flush pink. “Nah, don't mention it.” after a beat of silence, Johnny speaks up. Voice soft– although slightly hesitant.
“Hey, Me, Pony, and Dally are goin’ to the drive-in tomorrow. You wanna come?” He looks almost nervous, his hands in his pockets as his eyes flicker from yours to the side. You feel your heartbeat increase, as if you just ran a marathon. You're unable to tell if your face is burning from this or from the hush of the wind. “....(Name)?” “Huh? Oh– yeah! Yeah, I can come. I wanna come.” Johnny smiles and it's the brightest you’ve seen him. “Sweet. Do ya’ wanna meet up after school?” you nod your head in response. “Sure, we can do that!”
Exchanging a couple more words, you wave as he leaves, making him promise that he's going to sleep at Pony's place beforehand. Once he's out of sight, you can't help but hold your hand to your chest. You feel giddy, as if you're in cloud 9.
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Putting on your tinted chapstick that you kept in your pocket, you stay in your seat while waiting. You ended up leaving earlier from when the two of you met up because you forgot your wallet, so you decided to just meet at the drive in. From the corner of your eye, you can see the end of a fence lift and three figures come out. You knew exactly who they were. “Johnny, hi!” waving at him, Johnny sits next to you. “Hey. ‘m surprised you'd get here before us.” He looks at your empty hands. “Didn't ya’ get anything to eat or drink?” you stare at him for a moment, not noticing he said anything before realizing that he spoke.
“Oh, yeah- I ate before coming here, so I'm alright.” Johnny nodded his head. Dally comes in, and starts to tease the girls in front of us. You grimace and look away. Better to look like you don't know him. “D’you want a soda?” you turn back to look at Johnny. “Nah, I'm good. Thank you though.” Johnny accepts the answer before turning and asking the others. He leaves for a bit, as does Dally. When he comes back, he hands the others their drinks before sitting back down and taking a sip.
You can't help but eye the drink.
Johnny seems to notice.
“You want a sip?” He raises his eyebrow, tilting the cup in your direction. “Oh, I'm alright, I don't really like coke.” you smile awkwardly at him as you shake your head. “It ain't coke, though. It's Pepsi. You like Pepsi, don't ya?” He brings the Pepsi in your direction and you can't help but relent. “Oh, fine.” taking the cup with one hand, you use the other to hold the straw steady while taking a sip. You sigh through your nose before slumping against your seat . The Pepsi felt crisp, better than how it usually would. Reluctantly, you remember it's Johnny's and take it away. “Thank you,” you lick your lips to remove any lingering drops while handing it back. Only noticing too late that the chapstick left a pink stain. Your eyes widen. “Wait, Johnny-” you go to reach back for it but it's too late. Johnny already took a sip.
“What?”
“....Nothing. Nothing at all.”
He gives a questioning look and you can't help but giggle to yourself as his lips now have a pink tinge to them. “What? Something on my face?” Clearly it was too dark for him to see the chapstick on both your lips and the straw. “Nothing, Johnny. Nothing at all.” You have to turn the other way to laugh to yourself as he shrugs his shoulders and continues to sip. Ponyboy looks at Johnny before looking away. Right before his head snapped back. “Jeez, Johnny. Didn't know you were into wearin’ make-up.” This made Cherry and Marcia look at him. “He doesn't look half bad, either.”
Johnny looked more confused than anything now.
“What make-up?” “Your lips, Johnny. They're shiny and pinkish.” Ponyboy deadpanned, and Johnny wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand before squinting his eyes at it. There it was. Shiny and pink. “How..?” He looked at the straw before looking back at you. You turn your head, scratching the back of it while a smile is etched on your face. “Okay, but at least you look good with it.” Johnny rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever you say.” Dally comes back, and things escalate. Cherry dumps her coke on him.
After the movie, Pony, Johnny, and you walk Marcia and Cherry home. You wave goodbye before separating, but the two still go and walk you home. “Thanks for walking me home, both of you. You guys better stay safe– please head home now.” you can't help but plead. Something in the back of your brain was nagging. “We will, don't worry. We'll see ya’ tomorrow.” Ponyboy was further down the driveway, wanting to give you and Johnny privacy for whatever reason. “Before you go…. Thank you for today. It was really fun.” You smile at him, again. You do that a lot when he's near. “Don't mention it. Maybe we can do it again, y'know?” “With Dally hitting on a taken girl?” you joke, Johnny grimacing.
“Yeah, no… maybe with just us.” Johnny says, like he's certain. Just a bit nervous, though. “I'd like that. We can talk about it tomorrow if you want?” tilting your head slightly, you try not to show how nervous you are. “Definitely.” “Hey, this is really random, but can I hug you? If you don't want to that's perfectly fine of course, I just really like hugging my friends.”
‘Especially when their name is Johnny Cade, but oh well.’
Johnny looks like he thinks it over for a moment before nodding. Bringing your arms over his shoulders, you gently squeeze, nearly jumping as you feel him reluctantly, but carefully, hug back. You quickly press a kiss to his temple, right against his hair (and partially his forehead), before pulling back. “I'll see you tomorrow!” Johnny's eyes are wide. He definitely felt it. “Yeah…yeah, see ya tomorrow.” You wave him and Ponyboy off, before heading back inside and locking the door. Sleeping was difficult, but the dreams were pleasant.
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‘I should've known when Johnny talked about him, Dally, and Pony going to the movies.’
That was all you could think about when walking towards the hospital. You could only curse your own naivety as you stepped into the lobby, disinfectant being the main thing you could smell. “Hi, I'm here to visit Johnny Cade?” “Ah, you're the one they mentioned. Room 143, dear.” Thanking the receptionist, you reluctantly head down the hall. You look at the door, holding up your fist up to knock before hesitating. ‘Do I really have the right to visit him when I could've prevented this whole thing?’ Before you could back away and chicken out, a doctor steps out of the room. “Oh, Mr Cade, looks like you have a visitor! Come on in, I'll just be down the hall.”
You curse in your head, reluctantly nodding. “Thank you.” you head into the room and shut the door, feeling as if bile was going to rise in your throat at any second. Burns ran up his arms, and his neck to his face were burnt, the skin peeling slightly. “Hey, Johnny.” you breathe, trying not to let your voice crack. His eyes open slightly and he smiles, before looking as if he forced it down. It most likely hurt. “Hey, (Name).” You went to go sit next to him, the sound of the heart monitor the only thing filling the silence except for his laboured breathing. “How're you….uh… yeah, no. Scrap that.” shaking your head, you try to maintain your composure.
“What you did… you're better than most people, Johnny.” “Yeah, well, I'm sure anyone else would've done the same.” Johnny managed to say, and looking at him wearing white for possibly the first time it was a definite ‘no’ to his answer. He was basically wearing the bedsheet, no way he could wear anything else that would agitate his wounds. Or maybe this was the second time, and he wore white the day he was born, swaddled in a white cloth with more care than his mother ever gave him. “Still, Johnny. Most people would've already assumed the outcome. You're a good guy.” you look at his heart monitor, finding a slight comfort in the green lines. It shows that he's still breathing, after all.
“Whatever ya’ say. I just know someone would've done what I did.” you sigh in response, resisting the urge to pull at your hair. “Johnny just take the compliment.” And you could tell that it made him laugh slightly. “Y'know, I was serious about taking you out. Jus’ the two of us.” Johnny said, and it looked like he was struggling to speak so you tried to make him stop, you really did– but he wasn't having it. “Lemme speak,” Johnny breathed, and you couldn't tell if his words were from exhaustion or he was staying true to his greaser-lingo. “I woulda’ taken you somewhere. Maybe not the drive-in again, but if you wanted to go then I wouldn't ‘ave minded. Maybe to a lake, or a cafe or somethin’ that you mentioned. Somewhere nice. I would'a taken you a couple more times, before askin’ to be your boyfriend. Maybe give you flowers, too. I remember seein’ a book about ‘flower language’ in the library. I could've gotten us both a copy, n’ let you figure out my messages t’ you. You like stuff like that, right? I remember you mentionin’ wanting flowers from a guy. If ya ever got one.”
You nod your head, gulping as you eyed his rising chest and ready to bolt to the doctor if it stopped. “I did. I love flowers.” You nearly whisper, trying your best to smile at him
“Good….’cause I woulda’ been him.” Johnny laughed slightly, and you did too. Moreso to hide your tears. “And we would've been together for a long enough time for me to save enough money t’propose, and we would get married when we graduate… and I'd treat you right.” Johnny's heart monitor line jumps slightly, and you resist the urge to jump. “It does that sometimes, don't worry. But I'd….treat you better than my dad ever treated my ma. Never raise my voice or hand. At you, or…. Or if we ever got a kid. If you…had a girl, you wanted ‘Jasmine’, right?”
“Johnny, you don't have to talk, you sound exhausted.” Tears are blurring your vision at this point. ‘If only I walked them home instead, none of this would be happening.’ “Nah, I…gotta say this, ‘fore I regret not…. ‘Jasmine Cade’, huh… same initials as me. It's a shame that…I..” Johnny coughed and you hiccuped, a lump forming in your throat. It was hard to breathe. “Johnny, stop talking, please.” Johnny's hand twitches beside him, and you reluctantly put your hand in his. Letting your other hand wipe your tears from your face. “You…you look like that time I accidentally blew smoke in your face,” Johnny smiles and you resist the urge to smack him. Or cry harder.
‘Maybe both.’
“Shut it, Johnny.” you sniffle, wincing as it sounded disgusting. “Ew..” “There's…tissues over there.” you nod your head but make no move to leave his side, deciding to just use your sleeve instead. “I love you, Johnny.” you mumble, squeezing his hand and trying to memorise the feeling of it in yours. “Ha….you won't believe it, (Name).” you can't help but laugh slightly at his words. “What is it, Johnny?” “I love you too.” And while you normally wouldn't believe him if he said this any other time, you have no choice but to believe him now. He looked so genuine, and thinking that if those happened to be his last words, he'd be fine with it. “I'm…glad I….know you. Jus’ wish we had more time together.” And as much as you want to tell him that the two of you do, you feel as if you have no right to.
“.....Me too.”
“You're gonna be….alright. The gang said you're welcome over with them….any time.” At his words, you look at him curiously. “....really?” “They don't act like it, but they… like your company. Trust me.” He squeezes your hand lightly. “... Y'know, one of th’ reasons I saved those kids at the church was…. Thinking that, I'd want someone to do that for…..if, we had. I wouldn't want…..anything to happen to ‘em.” Johnny looks at your lips, before your eyes. “Y’got the same chapstick on as when we….went to the drive-in, don't ya?” a smile loosely fit itself on his lips. “Yeah, I do.” you glance at the clock. Quite a bit of time has passed, and the doctor is gonna want you to leave soon, most likely.
“You're gonna ‘ave to leave soon, aren't ya? Doctor's gonna…come in, any moment.” you nod your head reluctantly. You don't wanna leave him. If given the choice, you probably never would. “Can you…do that thing you did….when Pony and I dropped you off?” you furrow your brows for a moment. “Hug you?” “No, the other…thing.” “What other thing?” “Made my forehead pink.” As if to emphasise, Johnny looks from your lips to your forehead. “Wha…..oh.” you can't help but grin, cheeks flushing slightly. “Yeah, I can do that.” you lean over and use your free hand to push his hair back, pressing your lips firmly to his forehead. Pulling away, you take a long glance at it, eyes watering again. “Definitely pink now, Johnny. Want the same thing done like what the Pepsi straw did?” you ask jokingly, only for Johnny to go silent.
You comply, of course.
“I love you, Johnny.”
“....love you, too…”
You leave the hospital room with a heavy heart and your chapstick faded off.
And can I have a Hajime Hinata x fem reader where the reader has a cat hidden in her cottage during the killing game and Hajime finds out? Tysm!! 🫶🏾
- 🍿 anon
hi there! thank you for the request, my pearl. i love the thought of a random cat lounging in someone's room during the killing game. as someone who is quite allergic to cats, i think if i let one near me- it would be a body discovery in itself. (ᵕ—ᴗ—) however!! i hope you enjoy regardless!
(note: i will do you one better, dear requestor, and dub you popcorn shrimp anon! lmk if that's cool.)
Hajime isn't an idiot. He's noticed that you've been acting strange ever since the second trial ended. You've been distant, figuratively and literally. There has been days where you wouldn't leave your cottage, and when you did, you weren't entirely present either. Something had laid claim to your mind and refused to let up. Hajime easily could've brushed it off, if it weren't for the growing unease regarding your absence during breakfast.
"She's seriously skippin' breakfast again? Jeez- this is like, the third day in a row." Akane managed while scarfing down a plate of scrambled eggs.
"I don't really get it, though. She wasn't even that close to Mahiru or Peko. It doesn't make sense that she'd get all depressed." Souda chimes in. Being upset over their deaths wasn't unreasonable. But Hajime knew you could gather the strength to leave your cottage regardless. Your resiliency is something he appreciated about you. During investigations and class trials, he could always count on you to back him up.
That's exactly why your absence makes his stomach churn.
"Perhaps, there is another reason for her dubious behaviour?" Gundham crosses his arms.
"That reminds me. Recently, she's been finding fur in her mouth. I think." Chiaki tilted her head to the side.
"That is correct!" Sonia nodded, "Yesterday, I even encountered her at the supermarket. When I greeted her, I noticed a large assortment of canned foods in her shopping cart."
"What kind of canned food was it, Sonia?" Hajime presses. "If I remember correctly, her cart held various cans of tuna and salmon." Huh. That does sound unusual, but from his judgement, not outright incriminating.
"M-Maybe someone should go check on her? Just t-to make sure she's okay." Mikan stutters out. "I'll go." Hajime doesn't miss a beat, getting up and quickly rinsing his orange juice glass. "A-Are you sure, man? Do you want one of us to go with you?" Souda rubs the back of his neck. "That's fine. My cabin is right in front of hers anyway. I'll head over now."
Hajime left the hotel restaurant soon after, chewing the situation over in his head. By themselves, skipping breakfast and buying a bulk supply of tuna doesn't sound like much to worry about. However, when he considers your behaviour in the context of the killing game, it was enough to make his head throb. All he knew for sure was that his friend hasn't been themselves recently, and it's making him worry like all hell. He approaches your cabin door, readying his fist to rap against it. Before he could, the sound of fervent scratching greeted him from inside.
What the hell? Hajime called out your name. "It's Hajime. Is everything okay in there?" The scratching paused for a moment, before he heard a soft growl and skittering across the floor. Did she have a pet inside her cabin or something? "Are you in there?" Hajime leaned against the door, feeling it push open from his weight. It's unlocked? Dread pooled up in his stomach. Seeing the slight crack in the entrance, he took this opportunity to carefully slip inside your room.
But instead of finding you, Hajime spotted a furry cat lying on the floor. Huh. The cat jumps and hisses viscously at the stranger. The brunet took a cautious step behind him, nearly tripping over a toy mouse. He watches the cat run and shield itself behind your couch. With a quick glance around your cabin, Hajime starts to piece things together. The cans of tuna and salmon were stacked against the wall, colourful toys strewn across the floor, and a small velvet cushion at the foot of your bed; your pet cat has somehow found its way onto Jabberwock Island.
Hajime searched your cabin and discovered you weren't inside. This whole situation kept on getting stranger. Why leave your cottage unlocked if you were going out? Or go as far as to stop leaving your room altogether. There was no way Hajime could leave with more questions than he arrived with. So, he decided to camp out inside your cabin until you returned. His presence wasn't appreciated by your furry companion, earning Hajime a couple scratches while trying to coax them out from under the bed.
It took three cans of food, a feathered cat teaser, and an ungodly amount of patience for your cat to cozy up with him on the couch. Hajime couldn't recall how many minutes passed before he heard the door creak open. You were standing in the doorway, yelping abruptly as your e-Handbook slipped from your grasp. Hajime flinches up, caught off-guard by your entrance, but overall glad to see you're safe. He slipped out from below your cat and apologized for scaring you.
"I came by because I wanted to check in on you, but your door was unlocked. So, I decided to sit here and wait for you." You left the door open? Dear God. Nearly shoving past him, you were at your cat's side within seconds, cradling them in your arms. You could've sworn it was locked when you left. When questioned by Hajime, you explained that yesterday, you had left your e-Handbook on the shelf while you were shopping at the supermarket. Once you had realized it was missing, you were too frazzled to remember to double check the lock. Hajime hummed in understanding. If your e-Handbook had been lost or destroyed, you run the risk of punishment. But that wasn't his only concern.
"Never mind that, is everything alright? We haven't seen you around in a while." Your stomach sunk at the question. Saying it out loud might sound a little...odd. What if you told Hajime, and he judged you for it? Or didn't take you seriously? He watched your lips purse into a thin line. "If you don't want to talk about it, that's alright. I'm just-" He pauses for a moment. His gaze lingered on your dark bags and tired eyes.
"I'm worried about you. I want to help in any way I can." Hajime's firm tone barely masked the tremble in his voice. Hajime cared about you. So much. You couldn't hide it anymore.
So, you told him. You told Hajime about how Monokuma dropped your pet cat at your doorstep, on the night after Mahiru's death. Grappling that your beloved pet was somehow roped into this vicious killing game. How were you meant to take care of them like this? God forbid, if something happened to you. There would be nobody left to look after them. That's why you hid yourself away, afraid that if you stepped outside- there'd be a knife at your throat within seconds.
As you spoke, Hajime nodded carefully at your words. He slowly began to understand. It wasn't just your life you were protecting, but your cat's as well. "I get that. But you shouldn't be skipping breakfast. It wouldn't do any good for either of you." Hajime wasn't wrong, but there were still risks to leaving your cabin. The possibilities paralyzed you, rendering it impossible for you to leave your room at all.
"If it would make you feel any better, I could always accompany you to places." You smiled. Hajime was one of the only people you felt you could trust here. After muttering a thank you, Hajime noticed the way your gaze hardened. You asked him, if anything happened to you, could he take care of your pet? The two of you stopped to look around the state of your bedroom. "Of course. If you're sure. I feel like Gundham would do a better job than I could." It didn't matter. You trusted Hajime.
"Regardless," He turned to you, with a gleam of something you haven't known in days. "Nothing's going to happen to you two. We're going to make it off this island, right?" Right. On that note, you pulled him in for a quick squeeze. You felt his shoulders stiffen against you, before slowly wrapping his arms in a secure hold around your waist. "Hey, I'm here for you, okay?" You couldn't help the smile that grew on your lips at his words. With a nod, you settled your head to rest on his shoulder. Of course, you didn't miss the way his breath hitches as you do. A small chuckle escapes your lips as he pulls away just enough to glare at you.
And like clockwork, a deep growl erupted from your stomach. You pulled back fully, eyes blown wide as you apologized profusely. Hajime brushed it off with a smile that could heal a world of hurt. "C'mon, let's get you breakfast." He held a hand out to you. Who were you to refuse after all this? With your hand in his, you left your cabin without even looking over your shoulder.
bonus HC's:
kitty DEFINITELY feels like a third wheel.
will not hesitate to hiss, or claw at hajime if he gets too close to you.
(this backfires, of course. with you bandaging hajime and kitty staring daggers into his ahoge.)
"huh? my cat is plotting against you? no way!" please believe him. or your cat might become a blackened.
I'm gonna be so honest originally this was a self indulgent fic but my friend was like 'you should post this!!' so. Here we are. Ignore any spelling errors I was fixing it up and it's like 5 am rn and I did NOT expect for this to see the light of day.
(I saw this fanfic on why the greasers call Johnny ‘Johnnycakes’ which I thought was pretty silly so I decided to add it 🙏🏾)
Synopsis: in which your efforts aren't in vain, and a late night stroll ends up with you taking care of and bandaging up Johnny.
Pairing: Johnny Cade x reader (🫵🏾)
cw: (possibly) poor grammar, reader is whipped and yearning HARD, literally just bandaging up Johnny + brief mentions of his parents
wc: 1,280
(creds to @aquazero for the header!)
Walking down the sidewalk, gravel crunches beneath your shoes as you trek onwards. Keeping your hands in your jacket's pockets, one of them holds onto a first-aid kit. Whenever going on any sort of walk, there was always an off chance that you'd see Johnny, bruised and resembling a kicked puppy. You knew him prior to when you got assigned to partner with Ponyboy for a project- you’ve always thought that he was kinda cute. Starting as a hallway crush, you feel as if things are changing now that you're acquaintances. You (personally) like to think that you two are friends.
You desperately hope that he thinks the same.
(Thank God for that assignment and Ponyboy inviting you over to his place to work on it.)
A gust of wind brushed by, making your eyes water slightly. It was awfully chilly out. At the sight of a familiar figure sitting on the edge of a curb, you let out a sigh, a slight white cloud forming in front of your mouth because of it. You stand still for a moment, trying to hype yourself up before attempting to go over to him. ‘It's just Johnny. Check if he's okay, see if he needs anything, and walk away.’ You nod your head before backtracking, taking a step forward before taking another one back. ‘It's Johnny, ohmygosh.’
Before you could quickly do a u-turn, you accidentally stumble after stepping on a rock– regretfully yelping out of fear of falling. Quickly looking up, you see Johnny snap his head back, his hand going to his pocket before settling when he saw it was you.
Oh, this was going to be so embarrassing.
“(Name)? What're you doin' here?” His words were slurred slightly. You couldn't tell whether it was his greaser-lingo or if he was about to sleep before noticing you. “Just out on a walk, Johnny. What're you doing out here?” sitting down next to him, you make sure to leave a small amount of distance. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable, after all. The only time you two talked was when you were over at Ponyboys' house to work on the project, and that was about it. “Parents were arguing again. Dad started getting violent, had to get out of there.” You gulp for a moment, licking your (awfully chapped) lips. Johnny was never this open with anyone, except for the greasers. Especially Ponyboy.
“Are you hurt anywhere?” He looked at you from the corner of his eye, and you can't help but sit up straighter. “I bring, like, my medkit when I go on walks this late. Just in case.” ‘Just in case I see you, that's for sure.’ He looks at his hands, forearms resting on his knees. “Nah, I'm good. Nothin' I can't handle.” You can't help but frown at his words. “Please be honest, Johnny. I don't mind putting this to good use. I barely get injured anyway, so it'd be a waste not to use it. Please?”
‘I literally stocked up on bandages and antiseptic for you. Please just accept my help.’
Johnny was quiet for a moment, as he usually was. Lost in thought and thinking hard about different things that nobody could ever figure out. This time, you could easily tell what he was pondering over. And you can't help but smile slightly. Johnny Cade was finally (hopefully) accepting help, from someone who wasn't even a greaser, no less. “....Only if ya don't mind.”
SCORE!!
“Why would I mind? I offered to give you help. Do you want me to bandage you up or do you wanna do it yourself?” You pull out the first aid kit and unzip it, holding it out for him to take. “I can do it, thanks.” He takes the first aid kid with a shaky hand, making you squint your eyes to see due to the late hour. There was a cut, and it was obvious why his hand was shaking. “Do you want help?”
“I'm alright.”
“I don't mind.”
Either he was too tired to bother or he just gave up, Johnny handed over the kit. “Thank you. Can I have your hand?” You scooch over to him, not wanting for him to strain himself. He holds his hand out, and you guide his arm near your lap so it didn't strain- or if he got tired. You hold onto his hand gently, before spraying it with antiseptic. “Sorry,” you say after feeling him jolt. Grabbing some sort of cloth-padding, you place it on the cut before wrapping it with gauze to hold it in place. While attending to his wounds, you can't help but ask him something.
“Why do the others call you Johnnycake?” You gulp when noticing him look at the wrapping, getting some more bandages before continuing. It was so quiet. Even attempting a conversation would help. “Genuine question. I tried to think of ways that someone could come up with that, but I couldn't.” Johnny turns his head slightly. Did you offend him? “Sorry- was I being rude?” “What? No, man, you weren't. When me and the others met, Two-Bit misheard me say 'Cake' instead of Cade.... It's embarrassing.”
“You're joking.”
“Wish I was.”
Mindless chatter filled the air as you both talked. From school topics, to how much grease he put in his hair. “....nd Pony thinks Darry is against him- he doesn't know that he does it 'cause he's worried. Must be nice. my folks wouldn't show me care if their lives depended on it.” You hum under your breath, ripping off a piece of tape and sticking it onto the wrap. You didn't exactly know what to say to that. How to comfort him. “‘least I have the others.” Biting the inside of your cheek slightly while struggling to peel open a tiny bandages packaging, you finally manage to pull the flimsy pieces of paper apart. “You got me as well, Johnny.” You try not to smile, noticing his eyes widen, gaze lifting upwards. “Really?”
You raise your brow at him. “Would I be doing all of this for someone I didn't care about, Mr. Cade?” “I mean...maybe you would. For a soc, or somethin.” You can't help but frown slightly at his words. “You gotta have more confidence in yourself, man. A lot of people care in some way.” You place the bandage on his neck, before going to find the next one. Johnny stayed silent, not knowing what to say. “Especially me, Johnny.”
You look at him while gently placing the bandaid on his cheek, using your thumbs to smooth it over. “I care.” The moon hit his face, the bandaid on it momentarily blending in, and the brown in his eyes showing slightly like the sun peaking through black curtains.
“All done! Is there any other wound I didn't get?” You notice Johnny gulp, but pass it off as his throat being dry. “Nah, you got 'em all.” Smiling at his words, you zip up the medkit. “Alright, sweet!” You place the kit on your lap before looking at the sky. The stars appeared brighter than usual, and the moon bigger. “You're gonna go to Ponys' place, right?”
“I think I'm gonna just-”
“Right?”
“....yeah. I'll head on over there now. Need me to walk you to your place?” You look at him as he gets up, and grab the hand he offered. “Up to you, but I'd prefer if you went to Ponys' place now, just so I know you won't come back here after.” Johnny sighed in response. “I'll see ya later, then ”
“See you, Johnny!”
Nearly lost it cause the moment I hit publish suddenly the entire work was gone and all that was left was the author's note. Anywhosies shout out to the max 5 people who skimmed over this hope y'all enjoyed 🫶🏾
(Also fun fact! Whenever I'm writing little drabbles I often use emojis to name the document, hence the current name.)
PEAK PEAK PEAK PEAK PEAK PEAK PEAK PEAK PEAK PEAKPEAK PEAK OH MY GOD.
hey, my pearls! i'm so normal abt this fic :3 if you like johnny from the outsiders i definitely recommend this work by my lovely mutual. they are also such a bomb writer so please check them out!! (´▽`ʃƪ)♡
hi!!! could i request nagito x trans male or gn reader hcs?
greetings, my pearl. i would be delighted to fulfill your ask. here's an especially huge thank you to you for being my first request! i hope you enjoy. ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
⋆˚꩜｡ NAGITO KOMEADA x TRANS MALE!READER
-- headcanons
let me tell you right now, nagito komeada is so whipped for you, it's bordering on pathetic.
trust and BELIEVE this man will love you like no tomorrow.
definitely has you saved in his phone as "my prince (name)💞"
affirms you at every chance he gets. he wouldn't want you to forget how much you mean to him, does he?
"my, aren't you looking handsome today?"
"it's such a privilege to be with you, my prince."
(translation: "i don't at all deserve you fine shyt...but i'm a greedy bastard and i need you BAD👅👅")
he accompanies you to any appointments you have along your gender affirming treatment (if that is something you want.)
nagito won't hesitate to help you cope with body/gender dysphoria
always listens attentively if you choose to vent to him, and if not- he understands. nagito will support you in any capacity you need of him.
and if you're willing, he will sit you both down on his bed, and proceed to worship your from body head to toe.
nagito trails kisses across your body, leaving tingles in his wake. all of this while whispering what he loves about every part his lips press against.
it doesn't matter what it is, really. it could be as simple as your smile, or something left field like the shell of your ears.
nagito has something good to say about every part of you. how could he not?
his pillow-soft pecks warm your cheeks, feeling yourself growing feverish from his affection.
you could do as little as blink at nagito, and he'd drop on all fours to kiss the ground you walk on. (without a hint of shame, may i add.)
it's all the least he could do after you've graced someone like him with your love.
finally, being ever attentive to your needs, he always reminds you to take your testosterone and remove your binder by day's end.
all in all, nagito komeda's ardour for you is all-consuming. you'd best be prepared for this man to be at your side until the sun implodes!
(and even then, his devotion will transcend even the end of all things.)
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once again, thank you so much for your submission! writing nagito as a munch is EVERYTHING to me LMAOOO. in any case, i hope i did him justice. ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! happy reading, my pearls!
