#breaking the rules

[swagrum76-on-chrome]

Seeing that this is a dead end, To defeat you, the rules, I shall bend, This fight will finally be over, For my first attack, I shall attack you with a lawnmover, Who needs battle boxes anyways, I'm getting rid of those too, Hell, why not, the projectile I will use will be an old shoe, Your soul is now stuck to the floor because of glue

[superchillqueergirl]

im staying up at 1am on a school night IDC IM GROWN ENOUGH TO DO THIS

[archxve]

rule one - flirting.

john tucker x fem!reader

warnings - reader is dressed as rarity and readers friend is dressed as applejack, john tucker is described to be taller but not any specifics of readers height (just like reader looking up at him), flirting, mentions of drinking & an affair

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You walked into the birthday party of some guys who had invited your friend, jenna. The theme was duos, so naturally, the two of you had shown up dressed as rarity and applejack from my little pony.

Music pounded through the house, mixing with the sound of people laughing, dancing, and taking shots like there was no tomorrow. The noise felt almost overwhelming, buzzing in your ears.

You told Jenna you'd go grab drinks for the two of you.

After getting them, you made your way back to where she'd been standing, only to find her pressed against a wall, talking to a guy leaning casually beside her. They were both smiling in that unmistakably flirty way.

You sighed, rolling your eyes with a smile.

Handing her drink over, you gave her a look that said alreadt? how? before wandering off.

You ended up tucked away in a corner of the kitchen, nursing your drink while watching the party from a distance. By the time you realized your cup was empty, you were debating whether you wanted another one.

Before you could decide, someone approached you.

"Hey. You, uh... need a refill?"

His voice was soft, accompanied by a nervous little chuckle.

Cute.

"Hm?" You glanced up. "Oh—yeah. Probably a water, though. I'm feeling a little tipsy already, so..."

"You a lightweight?" he asked, handing you a water bottle.

"Yeah."

You accepted it with a laugh.

"I'm John. Tucker. You can, uh... call me whichever."

He smiled awkwardly.

"Well then, thank you, John."

The way his name felt on your tongue made his smile widen.

You introduced yourself, and for a moment, the two of you stood there in comfortable silence.

Then he spoke again.

"You, uh... have a pony twin around here somewhere?" He nodded toward the crowd.

You laughed.

"Yeah, my Applejack's around here somewhere. How'd you know it was myy little pony?"

"Well, the horn threw me off at first, but then I saw the tail and... you know."

"Mm." You took a sip of water.

"So what are you dressed as?"

"A bee." He pointed at himself. "My friend's the bird."

You blinked before grinning.

"Ah. The birds and the bees. Can't get much better than that."

He laughed, and you found yourself smiling right back.

For a second, neither of you said anything.

Then he swallowed.

"You're... really pretty. Is that weird to say?"

The nervousness in his voice caught you off guard.

"No, it's..." You smiled softly. "Thank you. You're not so bad yourself."

His face immediately brightened.

"Tha—thank you."

A breathy laugh escaped him.

"You always this nervous around girls?" you teased.

"I'd really like to say just the pretty ones, but..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Kind of, yeah."

That earned a real laugh from you.

Not a polite one. Not a fake one.

A genuine laugh.

"You're funny," you said. "It's cute."

His ears turned slightly red.

Trying not to stare, you glanced around the room instead.

"So, do you know the birthday boys, or does your friend?"

"Oh, yeah, actually. We're on the same team."

Your smile faltered.

"Team?"

"Uh, yeah." He nodded. "Hockey."

Your stomach dropped.

The room suddenly felt too warm.

Too loud

Too crowded.

Every warning bell in your head started ringing at once.

Athletes.

Your dad had been an athlete too.

And he'd spent years proving that promises meant nothing.

One affair had been enough to shatter your family when you were young. Your rule was to never flirt with an athlete. No exceptions. No matter how nice they seemed. No matter how cute they were. No matter how much you liked talking to them.

"Hey." John's eyebrows pulled together. "Are you okay?"

You weren't.

You'd spent the last fifteen minutes flirting with a hockey player.

Breaking one of your rules had definitely not been on your to-do list tonight.

"I have to..." You cleared your throat. "I have to go, actually. I'm—bye."

Before he could say anything else, you turned and hurried outside.

The cool night air hit your face immediately.

You took a shaky breath.

Then another.

Looking around the at the scenery, your eyes landed on Jenna, who was currently making out with the guy from earlier against a the wall.

Of course she was.

They pulled apart, and she noticed you standing there.

Her smile disappeared instantly.

She muttered something to him before walking over.

"Hey." Her hands settled on your arms. "What's going on?"

You looked awsy.

"I, uh— flirted with a guy."

"Oh!" she said immediately. "That's good. That's... good, right?"

You shook your head.

"He's an athlete."

Her expression fell.

"A hockey player."

"Oh."

You laughed with zero humor in it.

"God. I shouldn't have come."

"Hey." Her voice softened. "Are you okay?"

You shrugged.

"Fine."

You weren't.

"Go back to that guy. I think I'm just gonna head home."

"What?" Jenna frowned. "No. I'm not leaving you."

You gave her a look, "go. Really. It's fine."

She hesitated.

Then glanced back at the guy waiting for her. "Okay, but text me when you get back to the dorm."

You nodded.

"And make sure your Uber driver's a girl."

That finally pulled a small smile from you.

"Yes, mom."

She smiled too, rubbing her thumb over your arm one last time before heading back towards the man.

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