stephanie and kennedy are a mother daughter duo who absolutely love the show survivor, therefore when they heard that the new season finally aired, the two canโt help but huddle up on the couch as the first episode plays. a dramatic series of aerial shots of the islands of fiji opens the new season as three boats with six players each are shown speeding inland. underscored by intense music, the introductions of each player begin, staring with y/n.
y/n
โcoming into this game and looking around at the others, i know i have what it takes to win the million dollars.โ
the camera switches from the tropical aerial shots to the confessional shots of y/n on a large rock.
โhi, my nameโs y/n and iโm a 28 year old school psychologist from baton rouge, louisiana.โ
candid footage of the other contestants flash across the screen before cutting back to y/n for the last time.
โi donโt plan on telling anyone iโm a psychologist because i donโt need them knowing iโm psychoanalyzing every little thing they say and do,โ she laughs, slightly throwing her head back.
โme fr,โ kennedy snorts.
โfrom the looks of it, i think she has what it takes to win,โ stephanie mutters.
โsame,โ kennedy drags out, โiโm already lowkey rooting for her.โ
just then, the camera angle shifts from the young woman to the man sitting across from her as his introduction begins to play.
harry
โlooking around at all the other people on my tribe, i realize i might not be the strongest here; however, i know iโm the smartest.โ
โoh, heโs beautiful,โ stephanie gushes, curling her legs behind her butt.
โew, mom,โ kennedy cringes as she nudges her motherโs shoulder.
โwhat,โ her shoulder shrug as she turns her attention toward her daughter, โitโs the truth. not my fault heโs a looker.โ
โhello, my nameโs harry and as you can tell, i obviously have an accent,โ he chuckles, causing stephanie to swoon.
โiโm originally from holmes chapelโborn and raisedโbut i moved to the states to go to university and now i live in los angeles, california. oh, and iโm 30 years old and a data analyst for a tech company!โ
the camera cuts to a candid shot of harry staring out into the ocean before shifting to his confessional.
โto be honest, iโm a little nervous for the physical part of challenges, but iโm excellent at puzzles, so i think iโll be a really strong asset to the team.โ
the camera shifts from harry all the way to the other contestants on the other boats as they begin to give their introductions. as each boat reaches the shore, jeff probst stands on the beach with a smile. three tribe boatsโone blue, one yellow, and one redโstop as the players hop out and onto the colored mats that match the color of their tribe buffs. y/n letโs out a delighted laugh and small stomp as her toes touch the sand. the other contestants have similar reactions as the reality of the situation starts to settle: theyโre really on survivor!
โhello survivors and welcome to the 48th season of survivor,โ jeff announces, earning a series of cheers from the others.
โthis season will bring upon alliances, enemies, and maybe even newfound friendships; however, only one of you will outwit, outplay, and outlast the others long enough to win the prize of one million dollars.โ
this earns another, yet louder series of cheers as each constant sizes up the other.
โstanding before me are three tribes,โ jeff starts, โto my left we have tatau in blueโ,โ
harry letโs out a small โwoo,โ earning a laugh from the rest and a smile from jeff.
โin the middle we have mana in yellow, and to my right we have koa in red.โ
โi wonder how they come up with these tribe names,โ stephanie questions.
โnow, y/n. when you first stepped on the beach, you let out a little laugh and did a dance. tell us about that.โ
โwell, jeff, seeing as survivor has been airing ever since i was a little girl, my mom and i would sit around the tv and watch every single season,โ y/n blushes.
โomg us,โ kennedy gasps, scooting close to her mom.
โso being here, jeff, in fiji playing survivor after watching it all my life is so exciting and so surreal.โ
โyโknow thatโs what i love to here, and why i love hosting this show. every season is a new chance for the up and coming generation whoโve watched this show growing up to outwit, outplay, and outlast,โ jeff claps. โand what about you, harry? i noticed when i was introducing each tribe, you let out a small cheer.โ
laughing along with his other tribe members, harry draws in a deep breath before responding.
โi mean, adding to what y/n said, itโs just so exciting to be here and potentially being amongst one of the greats in survivor history.โ
the other competitors shift their gaze toward harry, with some tilting their head at his accent. as jeff moves on to the other tribes, the other constants further introduce themselves until at least one person from every tribe has talked.
โalright,โ jeff claps as he shifts his footing, โiโm ready to get onto the reward challenge. are you?โ
and with that, the group of survivors burst into cheers as they take their places.
for those new to my page, hi iโm eve! i originally started this blog for jack champion/ethan landry, however i want to expand more into a multi-fandom page. therefore, i want to start writing for more people and one of those people is harry styles. i have a really exciting series in the works and would love to post it on here
for those who are not new to my page and are following me, heyโฆ. how yโall doin? ๐ง๐พโโ๏ธ
no but seriously, i know i gained my following based on my jack champion and ethan landry content, therefore would yโall still be interested in the shift into harry styles fanfics???
for everyone reading, i have a really exciting harry styles au series in the works and would love to post it on here. plus, i have a thought out game plan, so the posts should (and would) be more consistent.
with that being said, i just want to do a call out, like i did when i first started this page in order to gauge where everyone is at.
A/N: I have been pulled out of another accidental hiatus by this absolute buffoon of a man. Full and vulnerable disclosure, I stumbled upon fancams of this man on TikTok and fell in love with him. The only things I know is what I have found on the wiki and what I have seen on TikTok. I see folks are desperate for fics so I thought 'why the hell not'? I apologize for any OOC stuff. Reader is fem but most of the fic is pretty gender neutral; I tried to keep it GN but it just didn't quite work.
Warnings: no use of y/n, language, very blatant references to sex, pining, a lil spicy at times, no smut but it's definitely not implied in any uncertain terms, nothing explicit as far as what you "see," but it's there, Johnny being a fucking doofus, reader is also kinda stupid, sorry
Summary: You and Johnny are famous and shameless flirts especially with each other. But it's all in good fun, right?
โYeah,โ you answered, leaning back again after leaning forward to hear the interviewer. โWell, this role was certainly more demanding than any of my other previous ones but it was functional so when my trainer and I were coming up with a plan I told him, โtrain me like someone who actually wields a weapon like this.โ A lot of it was blended with-โ
A cheer rose in the background but you didnโt break focus with the interview at hand.
โ-the aesthetic desires of the production but I absolutely trained for real. I did my own stunts-โ
Through the glare of the light above the massive camera you saw the interviewer smile at something just over your shoulder. โOh, we have a crasher incomingโฆโ
You didnโt even have a chance to complete the full turn before a strong, charcoal-colored suit jacket-covered arm wrapped its way firmly around your waist with a mischievous โheyโ and chuckle in your ear. That cologneโฆ You smiled and laughed instinctively, knowing exactly who it was. His warm breath fanned across your ear and neck as he lifted you off the ground in a one-armed hug from behind. โHey, hot stuff.โ
โJohnny Cage, ladies and gentlemen,โ the interviewer said as you laughed in kind.
He released you slightly so you could turn in his arm as you smiled up at him. You looked up at his eyes through those signature shades as he smiled down at you, abandoning all of your attention from the camera to playfully scold him. โHey! This is my interview!โ
โYou look amazing.โ He quirked a brow up at you, the arch slanting upward just above the top edge of the frame of his sunglasses. There was no doubt in your mind that his eyes were running up and down the length of your body.
"Well, you look good too but you don't see me crashing your interviews."
"I wish you would."
"Johnny!" You exclaimed.
โWhat? Iโd apologize but I never apologize for seeing my favorite person in Hollywood!โ
Before you could answer, the interviewer interjected, pulling both of your attention back to the camera, โMe right?โย
Johnny guided you carefully back to the duct tape โXโ on the red carpet, practically carrying you the short distance there, splitting it with you and being careful to not step on anything draping off of your expensive ensemble. The kerchief tucked in his front pocket was the same as the main hue of your look for the evening, the design of your agent no doubt. It complimented his charcoal silver duochrome suit. He looked sharp.
โYou can be my second favorite,โ he answered the interviewer, holding eye contact with them before snapping right back to you with that signature Johnny Cage smirk, not missing a single beat. You doubled over a little as you laughed at the implication and his arm held firm. โH-hโฆhey,โ he laughed at you, looking at you from the side, โhey, Iโm not that funny. A little excessive for a fake laugh.โ
You straightened up again, fighting the unattractive smile that was gracing your lips and the accompanying laugh. โYouโreโฆ youโre not. You just surprised me!โย
He dropped his jaw in fake offense. โYouโre not supposed to agree!โ Johnny made a show of pulling his arm away and taking a step back. You reached your arm and briefly grasped his forearm before he walked firmly out of reach. The smile on his face was wide and identical to yours as you turned fully away from the camera.
โYouโre such a diva, Cage.โ
โA diva youโre never working with again!โ He walked backwards onto the main carpet careful to avoid the droves of entourages. โWeโre renegotiating your contract!โ
โIโll see you inside!โ You called. How Johnny made you laugh so much was a mystery. He only smiled at you as he officially walked off and you turned back to the camera still catching your breath from the giggles. โSorry- Iโm sorry. Heโs just-โ
โThe two of you are peas in a pod. We get it,โ the interviewer answered.
โYeah, heโs something alrightโฆโ You carefully brushed the face framing pieces of hair back a bit and smoothed your dress. โDid that answer your question?... What was the question again?โ
You were seated patiently at a panel with Johnny to your left, his sunglasses sitting idly on the white tablecloth before him. A journalist led a question with your background in performing, referencing a previous production of Shakespeare you had done in your college years. Your head bobbed attentively.ย
Johnnyโs hand reached for the refill bottle of water between the two of you behind the table, picking it up from the ground without breaking his gaze from the journalist asking the question. As you began to answer, he pulled your glass of water closer to his and topped both off, capping the bottle and setting it back down. Your eyes flitted briefly to the activity with a small smile and you continued answering.ย
โ-so it was really rewarding to get to re-explore the character in a new context and-โ You watched him slide the glass respectfully back to your space out of the corner of your eye. โ-with a truly amazing cast including this wonderful gentleman, right here.โ Johnny looked surprised to be mentioned but only for a moment as the journalists chuckled and cameras flashed when you turned your eyes to him. Your hand landed on his forearm and shook it affectionately. โHeโs an excellent scene partner and someone very dear to me. I wouldnโt have felt as comfortable digging into this role without him at my side.โ
His left hand rested at the center of his chest. โMy stunning costar, everybody,โ Johnny answered, grasping your left hand in his right, planting an exaggerated kiss on your knuckles. โMakes me blush!โ
You laughed as you had to look away from him, letting him continue to hold your hand under the table. โWeโre never going to beat the dating rumors if you keep it up, Johnny.โ
โWanna get dinner later,โ he leaned flirtatiously toward you, holding your one hand in both of his now. The room filled with the hum of amusement.
โYou buying?โ
โHell yeah, baby,โ Johnny answered, quick as a whip.
You pulled your hand from his to pat his cheek fondly. โYouโre cute. Iโll think about it.โ
He glanced down at his lap as he laughed and the room joined him, seeming to have deflated a bit. Johnny shrugged toward the room and leaned forward to address the audience. โIโve been trying for years, folks.โ
A giggle bubbled up from your throat as your hand landed on and squeezed his bicep warmly. โAny more questions?โ
โJohnny!โ The interviewer greeted, as he sat down across from the two of you.
Johnny said his name back in a matched tone. The interviewer then said your name and you mimicked him in kind. Then Johnny said your name and you replied his name back to him before your costar looked right into the camera he was supposed to ignore and said โRocky!โ
The three of you and the crew laughed. You shook your head at him, amused. He glanced at you, ensuring that his glasses were tucked firmly at the apex of his purple button down with one hand as the other found its home along the back of the couch behind you. You shifted your weight in your seat, ever so slightly favoring the side he was on.
โI love The Rocky Horror Picture Show,โ the interviewer started as he settled in.ย
โSo do I,โ Johnny piped up. You nodded in agreement. โOne of the first movies I remember watching actuallyโฆ In fact, Janet Weiss was my sexual awakening.โ
โSpeaking of, and I was going to bring this up later but the opportunity is just too perfectโฆโ Your heart dropped to your stomach as the interviewer continued and you processed what Johnny had said about Susan Sarandon.
โUh ohโฆโ You knew where this was going. The sleeves of your shirt began to feel a little too tight. Your eyes landed nervously on the interviewer, outstretching your hand to him even at the far distance, attempting a negotiation. โWe donโt have to tell him. We can keep this between us.โ
โWhat are you talking about?โ Johnny interjected.
โNo, I don't think I will,โ the interviewer replied. Brutal. This was going to be brutal.
โPlease,โ you begged. โI thought we had something special.โ
โSorry, I have to do this for the exclusive content.โ
โNo, you don- How did you even find this out? How do you know this?โ You asked, desperate to stall. Johnnyโs eyes were on you; you could feel it. The interviewer chuckled at your discomfort as heat crawled along your cheeks.ย
โI did my research. I came prepared.โ
You pushed a harsh exhale out of your lungs and looked at Johnny anxiously, your fingertips digging into your upper lip. โYou have to swear to be normal about this, Johnny. I-โ
โWait, know what? What does he know?โ He turned excitedly between the two of you but you could feel the small part of him that was concerned for you as one of your hands came up to visor your eyes.ย
You couldnโt take it. Your body didnโt even know how to respond to this. You were usually pretty brazen with Johnny but after hearing him say what he did about Susan Sarandon just moments ago not knowing this about youโฆ You were suddenly nervous around him and why you really couldnโt say.
โI, uh- used toโฆโย
โBack in the day-โ
Your cheeks were hot and you were silently thankful for your makeup team as you looked up at the interviewer with a breathy chuckle, gesturing for him to continue. You picked up your glass of water, your words leading into the sip you took, โYou can go ahead. Sorry, I didnโt mean to interrupt.โ
Johnny was looking at you like he was trying to figure out a huge equation in his head and your eyes held the answers. โWhat do I not know? You wouldnโt be blushing if this was something I knew about you.โ He had a wide grin as he looked at the interviewer. โYou gotta tell me right now what it is.โ
โYou may love The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Johnny, but your co-star is a bigger fan of this movie than you are and I have proof.โ
โWhat? Thereโs no way,โ He responded a bit incredulous. You shook your head resigned to it. โI watched that movie religiously for Susan Sarandon. I mean Tim Curryโs hot in the movie too but likeโฆ Susan Sarandon.โ
โJohnny, you gotta stop-โ
โI will not.โ
โOh, this is priceless.โ The interviewer laughed. โYour co star used to be in a shadowcast of it, right?โ
You nodded with your eyes clenched shut. โYep, thatโs true.โ You shifted in your seat, the bundles of nerves in your stomach balling up even more. โFor those who don't know what that is, I used to be a part of a cast that regularly acted out the whole movie screen-accurately of The Rocky Horror Picture Show in front of the screen in a movie theatre.โ
โThatโs right.โ The interviewer chimed in.
Johnnyโs jaw dropped in gleeful awe. โYouโre shitting meโฆโ
โNope, Iโm not. I used to, by choice, run around in the theater in my lingerie where people would yell profane things at me.โ You nodded resigned to the truth coming out.
โWould you care to tell Johnny and our viewers what character you used to play?โ
Another nervous giggle bubbled up from your throat as you choked out your answer. โI used to play-โ
He beat you to it. โOh my godโฆ Did you play Janet Weiss?โ
You nodded with your eyes closed. โYeah, thatโs exactly-โ a clear of your throat โ-exactly who I played.โ You chanced a glance at him and you laughed as he diffused the nervous tension by looking you up and down with a smirk.
Johnny conspicuously adjusted how he was sitting next to you and you turned your gaze away, rolling your eyes. โ... are you serious that you played Janet?โ
โYeah, Iโm serious.โ You couldnโt even look at him.
Silence from Johnny. The feeling that he was looking at you was only confirmed when you finally looked up at the interviewer and then at Johnny. The expression on his face was indecipherable but it was intense whatever it was. Something stirred in your stomachโฆ no, deeper than that, as you glanced between his dark eyes and his lips that hung open almost expectantly.
You broke the quietude, rifling through your memory, anxiously again now that he was looking at you like that. โI think I still have all of my costumes in my closet actuallyโฆโ
The man just blinked at you again with his mouth still hanging open.
โJohnny, would you-?! What is going on in your head right now?โ Your nails itched a spot on your inner elbow over the fabric of your dress, looking him up and down. You couldnโt help but lean back a bit.
His hand found his sunglasses sloppily as he tore his eyes away from you. Johnny pulled his glasses on before resting his elbow on the back of the couch and propping his ankle up on his knee and leaning his head toward you.ย
And there it wasโฆ that signature Johnny Cage crooked smile. It wasnโt the first time he had flashed it toward you but it was the first time it gave you butterflies. Then he opened his mouth with a nod, โHey.โ
The interviewer cackled but you paid him no mind.
โHi,โ you replied, coy, sitting up a little and tilting your head to meet his gaze more directly; you fought down the laugh in your chest. You twirled a strand of hair around your finger, playing along. โCan I help you, Johnny?โ
He scooted closer to you and you let out one segment of a giggle. โYou still have those Janet costumes?โ
โYeah, I think so.โ
Johnny immediately turned his face away from you, hearing the sharp exhale he expelled from his pursed lips, before he turned back. โIs there a Mr. Weiss?โ
โPlease, Mr. Weiss is my father.โ
โOhmygod,โ he groaned gutturally as he stood up, taking a quick pace out of the frame of the camera. You watched him with confusion and you and the interviewer laughed together again. He stalked back toward you looking down at you as he gestured to your thighs, โIs this seat taken?โ
โMy lap?โ You coughed out.
โOh, I thought youโd never ask,โ he gushed, straddling your hips and moving to settle into your lap, towering over you even as he sat.
Your head was thrown back in laughter, muffled from his shirt rubbing against the mic clipped to your breast. His hands found your wrists to guide your palms to an ass cheek each. Johnny didnโt even falter as he brought one of his, comically in this situation, large arms around your shoulders and turned at the waist to face the interviewer with his hand on his hip. You could barely look around him and his broad chest even if you tried. Everything about Johnny was bigger than you.
He bashfully looked to the ground and then up to the interviewer. โWhat other questions do you have?โ
โYeah, letโs just finish the interview like this,โ you called out of view from behind Johnny, snapping your fingers above your head. โNext question, please.โ Your hand came back down and landed with a resounding smack back to where Johnny had initially placed it.
The interviewer laughed heartily and even Johnny guffawed out something like a yelp as he jumped. He quickly pulled his phone out from his pocket and pointed the front facing side down toward both of you almost vertically. You furrowed your brows, bit your lip, and curled your fingers into claws on the curve of his ass as the camera clicked.
โBabe, not here,โ he spoke down at you, feigning embarrassment, as he crawled out of your lap finally.
โOh, sorry, babe, I forgot we werenโt alone.โ
If you thought, however, that Johnny was completely removing himself from you, you couldnโt be more mistaken. He opted to settle snugly into your side, resting his interlocked fingers on one of your shoulders. You took the cue to wrap your arm around his waist possessively, hardening your gaze and tilting your chin up at the interviewer. โSorry about that,โ you said, shrugging as you spread your legs in a very masculine fashion. It was comical for how much bigger Johnny was than you alone. You scratched the bridge of your nose addressing the interviewer and the camera. โI canโt help it. Itโs just the effect I have on people.โ
Johnny nodded in understanding, watching you reach down to grab your glass of water and take a sip of it. He turned his gaze back to the interviewer matter-of-factly.ย
โShe pegs me.โ
You choked on your water.
It was Johnnyโs birthday party and how you had ended up grinding on him for four, going on five, songs was beyond your rational mind.ย
People were attempting to take subtle pictures on their phones of the two of you, you could feel it: one of his arms firmly around your waist, his other hand gripping your hip, back to chest, ass toโฆ what you were going to call his pelvis in the middle of the dance floor. You stopped caring about three rounds of tequila ago with him right before he had initially dragged you there.
You were sure that if your eyes were open and you could be bothered to interrupt the moment by turning around and looking at him that youโd see in his face something very similar to what was stirring just about everywhere in your body between your closed eyes and where his hands were. If he didnโt try to kiss you or you didnโt try to kiss him, that is, which is what you were almost certain a few shots in now would happen if you turned around. And if the two of you kissedโฆ
Instead you opted to lean into the rational part of your brain that told you to remain like this lest you ruin the relationship the two of you had built: his unabashed, utterly shameless flirting that you kept at an armsโ length distance, at least until now - right now Johnnyโs hands on you were exactly where you wanted them. Dancing was just fine and if this is what the birthday boy wanted, without adding more confusion to whatever the dynamic was that you and Johnny called โbeing just friends,โ well, you were more than okay with it. He wasnโt a bad dancer either.
It was hotโฆ you confessed to yourself silently. He was strong and warm and he smelled really good like he always did; musky, heady, sharp.
Itโs not like you could really hear yourself think anyways over the bass booming in your ears and chest. Your body continued to sway against his. You supposed you didnโt entirely hate it actually: his hands preoccupied with you at least in some capacity, his lips (you were certain) were tilted up in a smirk close to your ear, even though you fought wanting them closer elsewhere, his muscled chest and abs against your back, your bodies moving in unison.ย
Who were you kiddingโฆ you liked itโฆ
Johnnyโs hand on your hip stiffened and pulled you to spin you around. You twirled, nimbly obliging itโs direction. Uh-ohโฆ
You began swaying again to the music, feeling the hands on your hips before your eyes could actually focus on what or rather who you were seeing.
And there was Johnny. You knew that. You werenโt that drunk. But there he was. His brown eyes were looking down at you, softened by the way his lips formed a cocky expression, like he was about to say something mouthy about how comfortable you had been dancing with him. Not with himโฆ on him. You looked back up at him, a retort poised about how strong his grip on you had been for someone so willing to hypothetically make fun of you for dancing on him.
โHappy birthday,โ left your lips instead. โHaving a good time?โ
You knew the answer. Johnny sported a smirk. โIโm having a great time.โ
โYou have a good DJ.โ Shameless bait, you knew it.
โAnd a good dance partner,โ he spoke loudly, leaning down so you could hear him. Hook, line, and sinker. Although you werenโt quite sure you could say you were really baiting him if he was probably going to say something like it anyways.
There were a number of things perched on your tongue. One, โyouโre not too bad yourself.โ Two, โthatโs the tequila talking.โ Three, some snide remark about your ass having been flush against him so it had been no wonder he had been enjoying it.ย
And yet looking at him, your boldness so directly challenged by his undistracted brown eyes, you couldnโt help but be rendered speechless- a rare occurrence for you. It didnโt last.
โIf you want me to turn around and shake ass again, I can.โ
โAs much as I wouldnโt hate that,โ he laughed, his forehead briefly knocking against yours in a dangerous way when he slumped a little. โI just like having you close.โ
โArenโt we supposed to be dancing,โ tumbled off your tongue before you could stop it.ย
Lucky for you, Johnny seemed relatively happy to continue. A hand latched itself more firmly on your body, this time fastening itself comfortably on your ass rather than your waist where it had been. Johnny had big hands, you realized. That was a lie. You realized it a while back when he had pulled your hips to his earlier. You started more confidently dancing to the rhythm again. You werenโt sure when but eventually his second hand slid close to his first one.ย
If you had been any more sober, there might have been more nerves about Johnnyโs liberties, which you were happy to give him, about touching your butt while also dancing so close. Instead your nerves had more to do with the fact that despite your eyes once again fluttering closed, Johnnyโs were definitely on you. You could feel him drinking you in, drinking this moment in. No amount of alcohol would make that sensation more bearable. You chanced opening your eyes, slowing your dancing.ย
You were right, against every wish that you hadnโt been. Sure enough, there were Johnnyโs eyes on your face. His expression was much more sober than it had been when you first turned around earlier but no less intense.ย
You stopped, the rhythm leaving your feet. You were flush against him, chest to chest, one of his arms strong around your waist.ย
Words. They were somewhere in your head. But they were all wrong. And Johnny was so right.ย
His stupidly attractive slightly messy hair. His eyes traveling along your face. His tongue peeking out from between his lips to wet them. His nose. Just his nose. His cologne. The flashing lights hitting your face. The tequila buzzing ever so slightly behind your eyes. Right.
Johnnyโs face approached yours so tentatively, so surprising in how gentle it was, like he was worried youโd spook if he moved too fast, that by the time his lips met yours it felt like they had already been there. Warm. Soft. They belonged there, you decided immediately.
Your hands came up to hold his jaw. โHoldโ was the wrong word. You were drawing him closer; his arm tightening and other hand cradling the back of your head answered it. You didnโt hear him groan so much as you felt the hum against your tongue, which itself was testing just as many boundaries as you were against yourself. The deal was sealed when Johnny pulled back momentarily.
โCan I see you in one of your Janet costumes now?โ
You were gonna fuck Johnny Cage.
It was so unnaturally dark when you woke up that at first you werenโt sure you had woken up at all. You were lying on your stomach, that much you could tell, and the time on the digital clock read โ10:47โ in a knowing shade of crimson. Blinking a few times and stirring your naked body against the so-soft-it-was-cool-to-the-touch, extremely not-your sheets you realized that you were in fact awake and in a bed. Silk. Naked. Then you felt the weight of one large hand wrapped lazily around your wrist.
The realization, or rather reminder, that you were neither in your bed nor alone came embarrassingly slow to you. You smelled it before you saw it. It was too dark to rely on your sight anyways.
And youโd recognize that cologne anywhereโฆ
The panic of what the two of you had done, what you had done to him, what you had let him do to you hit your adrenaline centers like seeing a spider crawl across your hand. Like feeling his hand on your wrist.
Your sheet-tangled legs wheeled you back for the edge of the bed behind you, away from the man, the face you knew youโd find if you had pushed forward against the silk sheets instead of pulled back like you were doing right now. You knew what you had done last night. Boy, did you knowโฆ And the scary thing was that you hadnโt hated it one bit if your memory and the sudden fluttering in your stomach served you right.
His fingers strained against you yanking your wrist away from himโฆ then tightened the moment your foot, nay, your ankle rolled. The joint was jelly the moment it hit the cold marble floor, gravity pulling the rest of your lower body and the sheet wrapped around you with it. You heard a grunt as the fall tugged your now-awake counterweight ever so slightly toward you. You grunted in response when he released you and you fell fully backward.
There was a click of a button and the L.A. morning began to shine directly in your eyes. Your hands acted instinctively: one shielding your eyes and the other blindly tugging the sheet up around your body, hastily covering what you could. As if Johnny hadnโt seen all of it hours agoโฆย
You rose to your feet, more wobbly than expected. Were youโฆ sore? Johnny was already standing, tugging a pair of boxers over him, his back muscles flexing as he did so, angry pink scratch marks running along his shoulder bladesโฆ You bit your lip and clenched the sheet tighter between your fingertips. Reallyโฆ thatโs where your mind is right nowโฆย
Johnny turned to his nightstand rummaging through it. โHere.โ A tee flew in your direction and you fumbled it between your occupied hands. You could feel the beginnings of Johnnyโs smile as he watched you with those goddamn brown eyes. No. Not happening. Not againโฆ not soon anyways.
โTurn around.โ You demanded.ย
Johnny dropped his jaw, throwing his arms out from sides. โWhat are you-?! Are you serious?โ
โIโm so serious, Johnny.โ You said, stone cold. The sheet wrapped around you betrayed your modesty, sliding down, exposing more of your chest. He silently watched, even standing on his toes momentarily as if to get a better vantage point. โJohnathan Carlton.โ
โOh, Jesus Christ! Fine!โ It was at this moment he regretted telling you his full name. There wasnโt much else he regretted with regard to you though, especially with how it had led to last night.
You dropped the sheet and hastily pulled the shirt on once he obliged. โBoxers too!โ You called tugging the shirt down. It wasnโt short on you per se. It was justโฆ breezy.
โSo bossyโฆโ he grumbled, making sure you could hear him, but immediately obeyed, grabbing you a pair and threw it to you with alarming accuracy over his shoulder. โYou decent?โ he lilted, still turned around.ย
Gilda referenceโฆย
โMe? Yeah, Iโm decent,โ you answered, unable to hide your amusement as you finished the exchange with as deadpan of a tone as you could manage. Johnny turned to face you again right as you began looking around the room.
A table that usually rested against a wall? Toppled.ย
The vase usually on top of it? Shattered. The painting hung on said wall? Propped against the floor crooked.ย
The hutch that framed the other side of the doorway? Random drawers hung open. One was halfway off the track and broken. There were clothes, yours and his, littered along the path to the bed, shoe scuff marks trailing off the heels of yours and his shoes on the otherwise immaculate marble. Upon closer inspection of the windows you noticed a crack spidering near where it met the next window about the height of Johnnyโs biceps. The lamp on the nightstand of the opposite side of the bed was on the floor.ย
You don't know why you didnโt look at the bed itself sooner but when your eyes landed on the bed frame off kilter in favor of the right-side of the foot and the head of the bed broken in no less than three different places, your hand came up to your mouth, eyes landing on him. Speechless. As if on cue, the lamp on your side of the bed, his bed, dropped to the ground.
โYouโre awfully quiet.โ He remarked.ย
You simply closed your eyes and shook your head in disbelief. You couldnโt believe that the two of you, just the two of you, had left his room in such a state. It looked like someone had broken in and entered just to smash shit and make a mess of his room. โI justโฆโ
โYou werenโt quiet a few hours ago.โ Johnnyโs smile was back. His arms were crossed over his broad, bare chest. Bruises. Hickeys, actually. The broken bed was still between the two of you.
You tilted your head at him and blinked, eyes locked on his stupid handsome face. โReally? You had to say that?โ
โI donโt know what youโre so grumpy about. I had a really good time last night-โ
โ-Iโm not grumpy-โ
โ-like a really really good time-โ
โ-Okay, thatโs-โ
โ-like a great time last night-โ
โ-Johnny-โ
โ-Best birthday present ever in fact.โ He finished pointedly, never once having broken eye contact with you. โWhich, by the way, if you keep looking at me like that weโre gonna have to go for round 6. Round 8 for you.โ
โJohnny!โ you scolded, finally allowing the laughter to escape your body, hearing him reply your name to you in the exact same tone. You felt like you couldnโt do anything but chuckle for about ten seconds.
โIโm pretty damn sure I wasnโt the only one that had a good time,โ he replied, throwing his hands up in surrender and sauntering over to you at a casual pace. You watched him walk up to you putting his hands gently on your upper arms. โAm Iiiiโฆ. wrong in thinking that?โ
Your head lolled up to face him, eyes rolling as you couldnโt quite meet his. A sheepish โnoโ is all you can manage.
โOkayโฆ? Andโฆ?โ
Your heart finally got comfortable directing your eyes to him. Just like right before the events of the previous evening your words were once again failing. What could you even say right now? There were a lot of things you had realized in the last twelve-ish hours that past you wouldโve been jarred to learn.
โWhy are you being so quiet? Youโre freaking me out!โ
โIโm sorry!โ You replied frantic, one of your hands rubbed roughly the side of your face. There was truly no way for you to formulate thoughts, not while he was touching you. โIโm sorry. Iโm justโฆ thinking! Thereโs a lot to think about!โ
โLikeโฆ?โ He led, his hands still on your arms as he began rubbing them.
โWould you get your hands off of me? I canโt think when you do that!โ You snapped. There was no anger behind it. Just frustration.
A laugh. You shouldโve known he was going to laugh.ย
โOkay, while you think, also think about what you want for breakfast. We can order brunch too. I donโt really have a preference.โ He pulled you close and you let him press a kiss to the side of your head. It was such a sweet and normal gesture that it startled you how little it startled you. He began walking around back to his side of the bed to grab his phone and moved to head for the bathroom, sticking his head out of the doorway as the shower faucet turned on. โAnything you want. My phoneโs on the counter, just add it to the cart.โ Johnny haphazardly told you his phone password as he hopped into the shower. Complete trust.
You stared at the doorway to the bathroom like it had just spoken to you. That would have been less confusing than what was running through your mind right now. In less than a day, you had celebrated your costar/โfriendโโs birthday, danced on him drunk, gone multiple rounds with him in his mansion bedroom, woken up in his bed, and now he supposedly wanted you to stay for breakfast.
โYou can use my toothbrush by the way! And if you hate the shirt you can grab whatever!โ
A man notorious for his sex-capades. A bold flirt. Someone you knew had a history of many, many one night stands. Wanted you to use his toothbrush. Why wasnโt he kicking you out?
Your feet carried you swiftly to the bathroom before you could stop them. โJohnny. Youโre not kicking me out.โ It wasnโt a question. It wasnโt meant to be one. You didnโt know what it was supposed to be.
It was his turn to be confused. โNo?โ He poked his head out from behind the foggy glass partition, shampoo in his hair, suds running down his chest. โWhyโฆ would I kick you out?โ
โDonโt you usually kick people out after?โ
โYes?โ His form went back behind the foggy glass.
โBut not me.โ
โNo.โ
Your brows furrowed. โWhy?โ
โBecause I like you?โ He popped back out, lathering his hair. โIโm sorry, was it not clear before we went at it several times last night that I like you?โ
You caught a glimpse of yourself in the steamy mirror you were in front of. You could barely make out the t-shirt you were wearing. A โWhen Harry Met Sallyโ graphic tee over some baggy brown checkered boxers. This would be what you were wearing right nowโฆ
His hand wiped his face as he regarded you. โWait, you know we fucked last night, right?โ
You scoffed. โJohnny.โ
โLike multiple times. โCause thatโs what I meant by round number 6. And if you didnโt know what I meant by โround 8 for you,โ I meant that-โ
โJohnny!โ
He expelled air out of his pursed lips before disappearing again. โOkay, let me level with you. Youโre saying my name a lot in that annoyed way that youโre doing and while itโs a lot different than how you were saying it last night, itโs still kinda turning me on-โ
โOh, Jesus Christ-!โ
โActually, you know what? I think itโs the general annoyed tone. Iโm discovering something about myself right now.โ
โJohnny!โ
โBabe, you have to stop, like seriouslyโฆโ
You were silent, still standing there, annoyed. Babe. There was steam rolling out of the shower but you were certain that if there were any onlookers to this intimate moment they might also see steam coming out of your ears. Your gears in your brain were running in neutral. What was happening?
โYou like me?โ
โYes.โ
โAnd you want to have breakfast together?โ
โOr brunch, yeah. You want mimosas? I can order us some champagne. Iโm in the mood for celebrating.โ
You shook your head but not to the mimosas. Mimosas sounded great. โIs there something Iโm missing here? You want to get breakfast after last night and you are being so casual about it. What is going on right now?โ
The water turned off and Johnny stepped out. As it would turn out you had positioned yourself right next to where his fresh black towels of various sizes were hung. He stopped right in front of you. Tall, buff, dripping wet, naked, and looking down at you. You were fighting to keep your eyes on his brown eyes. You werenโt sure if it was anymore of a relief to look at him like that though.
โPass me a towel?โ
You scowled at him as you shoved one into his chest and leaned against the wall, using your hand as a partition on the side of your face between you and him. Your jaw was set, frustrated.
โGuess what?โ
โWhat.โ
โItโs you looking annoyed that does it for me too.โ
โOhโฆ my God.โ You stomped back into the room, taking a seat on the crooked mattress and rubbing your temples.
He called after you from the bathroom. โI didnโt think youโd be so frustrated by being told how sexy you are right now. And you were amazing last night too. Seriously, even better than I imagined.โ
โYou imagined it?โ
โI imagine it with most people.โ You furrowed your brows and looked up in contemplation as he said that. Johnny Cage. What a guy. โDid you think I didnโt imagine it with you? I mean, weโre both hot and had some serious โwill-they-wonโt-theyโ tension. Weโve played romantic opposites. I hit on you regularly and Iโve definitely been interested in you for some time now. Wait, had you never imagined it with-?โ
โStop, stop, stop,โ you waved your hands in front of you. โYouโve been interested in me?โ
โItโs basically a habit for me to flirt with you.โ The last part of his sentence came out muffled as you heard him take a toothbrush to his busy mouth. โI do it about as frequently as I check my phone.โ
โI thought you were joking.โ
Silence. Complete silence. Then, โ... are you sure you know that we fucked last night?โ
โJohnny.โ
โBabe.โ
You rolled your eyes. โCan we rewind to the part where you said that youโve been interested in me supposedly for some time? Is that true?โ
There was the sound of a spit in the sink and then the faucet running briefly. Johnny appeared in the doorway, leaning with the towel clinging to his hips. Dangerous.
His arms were crossed over his chest and there was a serious expression on his face. You thought to yourself that this was one of very few times youโve ever seen him wear such sobriety on his features. His dark eyes were suddenly piercing like this. You werenโt sure you liked it. โOkay, whatโs wrong? Do you regret last night? Because if you do we can pretend this whole thing never happened. I mean it. I can be a paragon of professionalism as I try to get over you. Itโll be hard but I can do it.โ
โNo. I donโt regret last night at all. I justโฆโ You wrung your hands together in your lap. โWhen you talk like that, it makes me think that you actually like me and I canโt tell if youโre joking anymore because I like you.โ
โI think youโre the only person to ever think โthis person hit on me so much that it must mean they donโt like me.โโ Your chuckle mingled with his and he pushed off the doorway, beginning his approach to crouch in front of you. His fingers interrupted your wringing hands, gently intertwining them with yours.
And there he was. That was the thing about Johnny - he was always there. There with his brown eyes that always seemed to twinkle like he was about to tell a joke. โI like you, okay? I have liked you. I will probably continue to like you until you give me a reason to hate your guts which will be really, really hard to do.โ
โAnd youโre not kicking me out.โ
โFuck, no. Iโm not kicking you out.โ He said in a low voice. The two of you were close together. He didnโt need to be any louder.
โI canโt do โcasualโ with you, Johnny,โ you said. You were serious. Your eyes darted between his earnestly.
โThatโs perfect because I canโt either.โ
Your brows furrowed. โ... To be clear, I want this to be serious.โ
โBabe, weโre holding hands and youโre sitting on the bed we broke in my clothes and Iโm crouched in front of you in nothing but a towel.โ He brought your knuckles up to his lips to kiss them.
โRight.โ You shook your head, as if to clear the worries. Johnny pressed his lips to your forehead. โRight. And youโre serious?โ
He tilted his head at you, incredulous. โIโm not going to ask if youโre sure we fucked again because now I think youโre just fishing for compliments. Youโre sexy and great in bed.โ
You laughed out his name.
โYou know what? I think itโs you saying my name too.โ
A playful shove to his shoulder did nothing to deter him from leaning forward to kiss you through the laugh. โYouโre way too horned up to talk any kind of sense right now.โ
โYep!โ He replied instantly, leaning forward. Johnnyโs big hands, with which you had gotten well-acquainted last night, planted themselves on either side of you. Your own hands found his cheeks. โWanna โnot talkโ with me?โ He whispered against your lips.
You laughed again feeling his smile along your neck as he began traveling downward. He was pushing you back toward the mattress. โTemptingโฆ but Iโm hungryโฆโย
โThatโs perfect. So am I,โ Johnny practically growled as his hands settled on your thighs, beginning to pry them apart. You obliged, giggling.ย
You laughed again. โJohnnyโฆโ
โBabe, you have to not-โ
โItโs your name!โ
โI canโt help it. Iโm like that guy with the dogs and the bells.โ His fingers toyed with your waistband. Well, his waistbandโฆ but who was getting technical?
โPavlov?โ
โKinky.โ
You stood halting him and he stood with you, pulling you into a hug. You needed to clean up at least a little bit. You rested your chin on his chest.
โMimosas.โ
โOkay.โ
โA shit ton of pancakes and breakfast sides.โ
โGot it.โ
โIโm gonna get in the shower. After youโre done ordering, you can help me.โ You walked to the bathroom and he slapped your butt as you left.
i know iโve disappeared off the face of the earth but i just wanted to get on here and say that i really did miss yโall and iโve been wanting to get back into writing for a while now.
my winter break is finally coming up (JUNIOR YEAR IS HELL OMG ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ) but finally means iโll have some down time to write some fanfics over the break.
my main question for you all is how do we feel about becoming a mutifandom blog??? like there are several characters/actors i wanna write for, but i wanna know if yโall also enjoy them.
the people I wanna write for are
rafe cameron/drew starkey
jj maybank/rudy pankow
president snow/tom blyth
dick grayson (nightwing)
jason todd (red hood)
batfamily in general
etc.
how would yโall feel about that? anywho, if yโall donโt mind the should shift in content, PLEASE send in requests for the characters/actors above. ik i slacked off towards the end last time in requests, but iโll promise iโll try to be better ๐โ๐พ
i just want to say that i really really appreciate all you guys that follow me, and that have liked and reblogged my stuff. i really does mean a lot to me and make me feel good about myself, so i want yโall to know that itโs not like an issue that other ppl have caused and stuff.
manโs think when it comes to motivation l, i need to find that within myself. i donโt really know how to explain it, but like if any of you watch coryxkenshin, you know how heโll take breaks, and how he says that itโs just because sometimes it gets too much (not that iโm tryna compare myself to cory ๐) for me, i think itโs a combination of the internal pressure to produce a good fic ppl would want, and that is not cringey, the frustration of knowing what you what to write but not knowing how to put it into words, and myself comparing my work to other writers (sometimes youโre definitely not supposed to do ๐ญ)
i think that i really need to just take a break, focus on my mental health and finding that motivation within, then come back once i feel up to it.
thank you for trying and being understanding anon, and thank you to everyone else who has shown me and my work love (i truly hate to be one of those ff writers who constantly takes breaks cause ik how like annoying and disappointing it can be ๐ญ), but i think time is the best way to just get my motivation back
no but like in all seriousness the passion and want to create more fics has slowly ๏ฟผdissipated over the months. like for me, i get really into writing fics, but the more and longer i write, the more pressure i feel to writes & to write good stuff, which causes me to second guess myself and stop writing. then once i stop writing, i feel bad cause i feel like thereโs ppl iโm like letting down/ppl looking forward towards me posting and like idk when the next time iโll post a fic ๐ญ
so like iโm not saying i wonโt ever write something again, iโm just saying iโm on a hiatus. iโve learned as i go that itโs better not to try to rush and pump out fics cause then i feel like theyโll be crappy and cringey
so sorry to anyone who has requested something and that request is just sitting in my inbox. i would say i promise to get to them, but idek when thatโll be. and sorry like this is like every other fanfic writersโ excuse. i feel like it would be more interesting if i came out the woodworks with a crazy story as to what iโm not posting ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
anyway, hope you all can/have enjoy(ed) your summer
ummmm iโm good for the most part thanks for asking !!! iโve been working on summer reading and traveling for the past few weeks ๐ญ i also have an ear infection from swimming, but other than yet im pretty good.
how are yโall doing???? i know iโve been pretty silent as of late
jack would def wear a bff necklace with his girlfriend you cannot convince me otherwise ๐ญ would you be willing to write for this? LMAO ITS COOL IF NOT!
to you, you and ethan were inconspicuous. the stolen glances, hidden gestures, and secret meetings were just that: secret. there wasnโt a particular reason as to why the two of you were keeping your relationship a secret from the group. it was just more fun that way.
the sneaking around felt the the ultimate teenage dream: forbidden love affair, steamy makeout sessions, and muffled laughter behind closed doors. it was all just a game to see how much you could do without anyone noticing, and for the most part, it seemed that everyone was too busy with their own shit to notice the two of you.
however, to the others, it couldnโt be more painfully obvious that you and ethan were together. the continuous stares, obnoxious gestures, and constant leaving the room after another gave the โhiddenโ relationship away. it got to the point where everyone could recount an experience where they caught the two of you together.
โwe need to talk,โ mindy mutters, the rest of the friend group standing behind her.
it was an intervention of sorts, more like a sit down to unveil the truth.
โwe know whatโs going on between the two of you,โ sam says, crossing her arms.
you glance at ethan, eyes squinting, there were two ways you could play this out: come clean, or play dumb. the two of you choose the latter.
โwhat are you talking about,โ you question.
โthe two of you,โ chad yells, waving his arms between you and ethan. โItโs obvious the two of you are together to the point its nauseating.โ
โyeah, i mean we just wanna know why youโve been keeping it a secret from us for so long it's not like youโre good at hiding it,โ anika huffs.
fuck. you were caught.
โi donโt know,โ you whisper, โi think i just liked the rush sneaking around brought me.iI mean, itโs not a crime. sam does it all the time.โ
the group turns towards sam, heads tilting and eyes widening. the girlโs throat becomes dry as the peering eyes of her friends study her figure.
โlisten, this intervention is not about me, okay? this is about y/n and ethan being a couple.โ
โsamโs right,โ quinn interjects before pulling sam to the side, โbut we will talk about this later.โ
โokay,โ ethan huffs, โhow did you guys even find out?โ
chad - the movie night incident
chad was tired, so tired that he tried to use his campus id to open the door to his apartment. entering the humble abode, he slipped off his shoes, placing them by the door. throwing his keys onto the nearby counter, he stumbles a bit until he comes across ethan in the living room.
โhey,โ chad grumbled, too tired to notice your sleeping body. that is, until ethan points it out.
โshhh! sheโs sleeping.โ
your head laid on top of ethan's lap, while yout feet rested against the armrest of the couch. The credits of a movie softly played in the background; empty bags of chips and candy wrappers evidence to something more intimate happening before chad arrived.
yet, in his groggy state, chad didnโt think anything of it. he didnโt think ethan brushing his fingers along your head was a little too intimate for people who were โjust friends.โ he didnโt think him whispering sweet little nothing in your ear was a little strange. and he barely noticed the light kiss ethan left on your temple before slowly getting up from the couch. but by the time he fully realized what had happened, it was morning and ethan and you were gone.
mindy - the kitchen incident
the group was having itโs mandatory friday movie night when mindy all of a sudden felt hungry.
โdamn, mindy. you got a bear in your belly or something,โ chad teases, laughing with the others.
โhar, har,โ she rolls her eyes, flipping her twin off. โโyโknow what, iโm gonna go get some snacks. anyone want something back?โ
perking up, tara waved her hand frantically in the air before shouting out her order, โcan you please bring me a bag of chips?โ
โm-me too,โ chad stammered, too caught up in the movie to focus.โ
โno, starve.โ
laughing, she stumbled into the kitchen, pausing once her bearings were gathered. there you stood, laughing and giggling with ethan. but something was off. the energy felt more intimate. Your back was pressed against the counter, ethanโs hands on you waist blocking your path.
your smile was something like sheโd never seen. sure you smiled and laughed with her, but your eyes told a different story. a story of admiration. a story of love. the way ethan looked at you didnโt go unnoticed by her as well. she always had an off feeling towards ethan. he was new, he was quiet, and he was nerdy. and that made him dangerous. yet he laughed with you. his body language told a story of familiarity and comfort, like the two of you had done this before.
deciding sheโd seen enough, mindy made her presence know: clearing her throat as she made her way to the pantry.
ethan quickly removed his hands from your waist, moving a few feet away from you. but, this only causes more confusion in mindy. had she been interrupting something.
โwell hello to you too,โ she mumbles, digging through the pantry before grabbing a few snacks and drinks. โy/n i thought you were still in the bathroom.โ
your eyes widened and you looked towards ethan, eyes begging for him to say something. and mindy took notice. she noticed how the atmosphere in the room was no longer filled with comfort and familiarity, just tension thick enough to cut with a knife. she noticed how your body went from relaxed to stiff, yet, she didnโt comment on it.
โwell, yeah, but i saw this guy digging through the pantry and decided to see what he was up to.โ
a small smirked painted itself on mindyโs face and she glanced between the two of you. She didnโt believe you, but there was a time and place for it.
โoh well, donโt stay in here too long. the movieโs just getting good,โ she shrugged, heading back into the living room.
tara - the party incident
if sam knew how drunk tara was, sheโd burn the whole frat house down.
stumbling back into the kitchen, tara rummaged through the chest of alcohol, groaning once she realized all of it was gone. this was not how she wanted her night to go. she wanted to loosen up and forget about all her troubles. huffing, the young girl turned around, trying to spot one of the few people she knew.
and thatโs when she saw you. you huddled up in the corner of the kitchen with ethan towering over you.
stumbling over, she (very obnoxiously) threw an arm around ethan, pulling your attention away from him an onto her.
โhey have you seen chad anywhere?โ
taraโs body stiffened as ethan shrugged her arm from his body, noticing the sudden coldness. looking between the two of you, she noticed the quick sides eyes and silent pleas of annoyance.
โoh shit, am i interrupting something?โ
โno, no,โ you quickly replied, โand i think heโs somewhere getting his abs rubbed by some girl.โ
turning towards the crowd of dancing drunk bodies, tara noticed the tall boy in the middle of the dance floor, basking in the attention.
โthank you guys,โ tara smiles, slurring her words.
sam - the mall incident
at first, sam was the one ducking behind danny, praying that you and ethan didnโt spot her. It wasnโt until she lifted her head that she realized the two of you hadnโt. In fact, the two of you werenโt even paying attention to her, too caught up in your own world to notice anyone else.
taking out her phone, she snapped a quick pic, just to make sure she was seeing right. at worst, she seemed like a creep taking a picture of a random couple. at best, she just caught you and ethan holding hands while walking through the mall. zooming in on the photo, sam notices the signature tattoo on your back, the tattoo she helped you pick out.
โholy shit,โ she whispers, laughing as she turned to danny.
โwhat?โ
โthatโs y/n and ethan. i think theyโre dating.โ
throwing his arm around samโs shoulder, danny placed a quick kiss on her forehead before leading her to another store.
โmaybe heโs like me? has a kink for women who donโt wanna be seen with him.โ
quinn - the tinder date incident
to say things were going horribly was an understatement. they were going to hell. the tinder date quinn went out with had looked nothing like his picture, and was an egotistical douche who, by the looks of it, didnโt know how the properly pleasure a woman. excusing herself to the bathroom, quinn paused her steps as she walked by one table. a table that you and ethan were sitting at.
turning the corner, quinn hid behind the wall all she peaked out from it. maybe it wasnโt you, but by the septum piercing in your nose, she knew it had to be you. taking out her phone, she quickly snapped a photo before sending it to the group chat with her, mindy, sam, anika, and tara.
quinn: am i crazy or is this y/n on a date with ethan????
mindy: thatโs definitely them
anika: how can you tell ๐ญ all i see is a blurry ass photo
tara: yeah, but it does kinda look like her
quinn: I SWEAR IT IS!!!
mindy: wait why are you there?
quinn: tinder date gone wrong
quinn: can someone call me with an โemergencyโ
tara: i got you gurl ๐
and with that, quinn quickly rushed back to her table on the phone with tara with a fake emergency.
anika - the on campus incident
anika sat alone, taking in the beauty of the campus when she saw the two of you walk past her hand in hand. at first, she didnโt think anything of it, just another couple on campus. that was until she spotted jackโs signature backpack and your signature tattoo.
she'd heard mindy and tara talking about the circumstances surrounding you and ethanโs relationship, but always shut them down. the two of you were just friends, and you were normally touchy with people. holding hands with someone didnโt automatically equate to a relationship.
however, as she stared at the two of you walking away, she noticed something different about the situation. the looks the two of you gave each other were looks she gave mindy, and vise versa.
yeah, the two of you were definitely dating.
โso, what do you have to say for yourselves?โ
the two of you look between each other before glancing back at the group. so maybe you werenโt as inconspicuous as you thought.
as a black girl, i honestly feel so safe on your account. A lot of people do fics and it feels like its for a white reader and i honestly appreciate you sm!
AWW TYSM ๐ฅน๐ฅน๐ฅน๐ฅน I GOTTA REPRESENT MY BLACK GIRLIES OUT THERE ๐ฃ๏ธ๐ฃ๏ธ๐ฃ๏ธโผ๏ธโผ๏ธโผ๏ธ
