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TOMSPARKYR

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This Is EVERYTHING

this is EVERYTHING

how

johnny lawrence x reader

johnny finally does something about his feelings for you

idk why but every time i listen to this song i think of johnny so i wrote this with this song in mind...even though the song is about a break up...but this isn’t 😌✨

johnny’s eyes followed your figure as you made your way from his car and into your house, a smile creeping up on his face at the sight of you turning around and giving him a small wave, he did the same. he watched as you made your way inside, his eyes only pulling away at the sight of your door closing. he looked at the street ahead of him.

his body was telling him to drive; his hand was on the stick shift while the other one was on the wheel, but his mind was telling him otherwise. he couldn’t move. he didn’t want to. he looked down at the shift that his hand had a tight grip on. he thought of you. picturing it was your hand he had a tight hold on instead, imagining the way your soft skin would feel underneath his as he moved your hand with his to change gears. he thought about it every time he drove.

he thought about tonight. he thought about you. he thought about the feeling in his chest he would get whenever he would look at you while he was driving. the way the wind was blowing through your hair, the smile on your face as you laughed and sang along to whatever song was playing on the radio, he felt his heart start to race at the thought of it; the same way it always did when he thought of you. the same way it did whenever he was with you.

johnny knew he liked you, he knew it from the very moment he saw you walk into his third period class. it was like a scene from a movie, you walked into the room, greeted the teacher, looked around the room for a place to sit, your eyes met with his and he felt like his heart stopped. he thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. it was intimidating.

it was no secret that johnny was popular among the girls at school. he knew girls liked him, it wasn’t like they didn’t make it obvious, always coming up to him and flirting with him. he liked the attention, as any guy would, so he reciprocated the comments he would receive, but he never reciprocated the feelings. he didn’t care for any of the girls that “cared” for him, the fact being, that he knew they didn’t care for him in the way he wanted, so he never went any further. however, because of his ego and the attention from the many girls at school, he was confident in himself and his ability to talk to girls; only to look at you for the first time and somehow lose all the confidence he thought he had.

his nervousness is what kept him from immediately going up to you and talking to you like he so desperately wanted to that first day. so he didn’t. and that’s how it was for the first month you entered his life. he watched you from afar, stealing quick glances at you throughout class, in the hallway, at lunch, in the courtyard before school began, feeling his breath get caught in his throat whenever you would make eye contact. it wasn’t until the teacher assigned a project, a project that involved a partner, where he was finally able to talk to you.

he watched as everyone got up and made their way towards each other. he also watched as you turned your head and looked around the classroom to see who you could work with, your eyes landing on him a couple of times before quickly turning away. it was like fate. it seemed as though this was the only class that both of you had that you didn’t have friends in, setting up the scene perfectly, you two being the only ones left. it was his chance to go up to you, but still, he couldn’t. it was you who eventually got up and asked to work with him, which he eagerly, and nervously, accepted.

ever since then you guys had been best friends. he immediately felt drawn to you. he thought you were sweet, and caring, and funny and extremely pretty, obviously. you had similar interests as him, which excited him. he also found that you were someone he could talk to. of course he could talk to his guys about anything, but you were different. you always listened to him when he needed you to, even though he wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings, but you always helped him try, you made it easy. you were someone he could open up to, someone he could really be himself around, and god how he desperately longed for someone like that. you were able to see a different side to him than others did, a more soft and sensitive side, and he liked it. he liked you, and the more he got to know you, the more he fell for you.

johnny knew he liked you, but it wasn’t until this week where he finally realized that he was in love with you. it scared him. he cared about you so much that he always tried his best not to mess up what he had with you, you were the most important person in his life and the last thing he needed was to lose you because of him and his feelings. but they were becoming too much. all the sensations he would get when he was with you seemed to become more intense once he came to terms with how he really felt.

it was overwhelming. of course he thought about you every day and night, his heartbeat would always pick up at the sight or thought of you or the sound of your voice, he would always get this warm fuzzy feeling whenever you were around, whenever you would hang out, just like tonight; that was normal. but now it was different. he felt like he was drowning. his feelings for you were eating him alive and every time he saw you he desperately wanted to tell you about it, he wanted to kiss you and tell you how much you meant to him. he wanted you to be his more than ever. he needed you. but he was too scared.

he was still staring at the street in front of him, his mind racing with thoughts, thoughts about you. his thoughts were always about you. he wanted to tell you. he thought about it all night. every time he looked at you he fought back the urge to tell you he loved you, and as he pulled his eyes away from the street and back to your house, he finally decided he didn’t want to fight it anymore. he got out of his car.

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the knock on your window scared the absolute shit out of you. it was only until you hesitantly turned around and saw the familiar face of your favorite blonde boy looking in through the window, that your heart rate began to slow down, only a little bit.

even through the somewhat foggy glass you could still see him smirking a bit at your reaction, you just rolled your eyes as your fingertips pressed against the window, pushing it up so he could come inside.

“you’re an asshole.”

he just smiled even wider, shrugging once he finally made his way into your room, speaking, just before turning around to close the window.

“i know.” the words causing butterflies to spread throughout your body. you didn’t mind though. it was a usual occurrence.

he turned around to face you. there wasn’t much light in the room, the only light coming from the white christmas lights you had strung up along the wall. but even then there was just enough for him to see you, the sight of you causing his heart to race once again. you were so beautiful.

you were confused though. not that you didn’t want him to be here, you wanted anything but that, you just didn’t know why he was. you thought he already left, so why he was sneaking into your room not even twenty minutes later bewildered you.

“why are you here?” you asked.

johnny felt his heart sink a bit at the words. he knew you didn’t mean it in the way his brain made him think you did, but he was so scared about what he came here for that he immediately thought the worst. he knew this was a bad idea. he turned towards the window.

“i’m sorry, do you want me to go-“ he began but was cut off by the sound of your voice.

“no, no, oh my god no, that’s not what i meant...please stay.”

the last words you said and the feeling of your hand gripping onto his wrist at the same time made that burning feeling inside of him grow even more.

his eyes traveled down to your hands and then back up to you.

“i need to talk to you.”

you nodded, leading him over to your bed to sit down, like you normally did when you had your late night talks like this; your hand never letting go of his wrist.

when he sat down you noticed his demeanor changed. he was quiet.

“what did you want to talk about?”

his eyes traveled from where they were focused on the blanket that was covering your bed and up to your eyes. he felt nervous again, the sudden confidence he gained seemed to disappear once he looked at you, the same way it did when he first saw you.

he wanted to just say it, but it’s like something was holding his words back. he just looked at you instead.

“johnny.” your voice was so soft he almost didn’t hear it. “what’s wrong?”

he sighed, looking back down.

he felt chills at the feeling of your hands grabbing onto his, that same melting like sensation taking over his heart again.

his mind began to race at the feeling of your hands holding his, he loved the feeling. he thought about how it would feel to do this every day with you, what it would be like to hold your hand in public, at school, places where people would see and understand that you were his. he wanted you to be his. he wanted to be yours. he wanted you. he wanted to kiss you. he looked back up at you one more time. he wasn’t nervous anymore.

“you know i’m not the best at talking about my feelings.” he began, laughing a bit.

you smiled at his words, nodding in agreement.

“but,” he began again, “i’m gonna try my best with this because i don’t want to mess this up.”

he gave you a small smile that made you melt a bit inside. he was so cute.

you felt the feeling of confusion wash over you again at his words though, once you realized what he said. usually when you guys had your talks like this it was him talking about how stressed he was with every thing going on in his life, his shitty step father and the things he would say to him and even kreese sometimes; but this was different. what did he mean by not messing up?

you watched as his eyes looked away from yours and then back again. he began to speak.

“you’re my best friend...” you smiled again at his words, squeezing his hand a little bit, which he noticed.

“...and i care about you...a lot. but i’ve realized that, i care about you in ways that...aren’t really...in the way friends normally do.”

it felt as if your heart stopped at the sound of his words. was this actually happening? you’ve waited for this moment ever since you became friends with him but now that it might actually be happening you couldn’t believe it. he didn’t say anything that confirmed where you thought he was going with this, but what he said so far was hinting at it. it all was starting to make sense, why he came here so randomly after dropping you off not that long ago, why he seemed so nervous. you felt your face heat up at the excited yet nerve wracking feeling you got from his words, you also felt his hands starting to become a little sweaty, or maybe it was your hands; you didn’t know, nor care, you just wanted to hear him keep going.

johnny felt like his heart was pounding out of his chest. he watched the way your eyes widened a bit at his words, and even in the dim lighting he could still see the new red tint appearing across your face. he found it calming. maybe you did actually feel the same way. there was only one way to find out. he didn’t care whether or not his words made sense or if they sounded good anymore, he just needed to tell you the truth. and as he looked at you, and how beautiful you were and as he took in the feeling of your hands in his, he suddenly found all the words he needed to say. he kept going.

“i think about you all the time, every day and night. everything i do reminds me of you, and it’s been like that ever since i first saw you. and...i would try so hard to ignore it, but the more and more i got to know you...it’s like...i don’t know why i would ever not want to think about you. you’re so amazing and sweet and funny and you’re so smart, literally smarter than i could ever be, and you’re just such a good person, really. i know how i can be sometimes and i honestly don’t even know how you put up with me, but you do, and i’m so grateful for it, for you. you make me feel like...a better person, you make me want to be a better person...a better person for you...if that makes sense-“

he let out a small nervous laugh before looking back down at your hands, which were now interlocked with each other, and back up to you. you just stared at him, taking in every word he said, feeling overwhelmed at his words and the intense burning feeling in your chest and your cheeks. you wanted to say something, but you couldn’t. you wanted him to keep talking. you knew what he was getting at and what he meant, it was the same way you’ve been feeling for him for months, ever since you first met, but you wanted to hear him say it. you felt his thumb slowly graze over your hand, you felt butterflies once again. you wanted to kiss him, even more than you normally did, but you couldn’t. you needed to hear what he had to say. he started again. his blue eyes staring into yours.

“i’ve never felt this way about anyone before. and to be honest, it scares me...and i never get scared.”

you laughed a bit at the comment, causing him to smile.

“but seriously, i was so scared of it because i don’t want to mess up what we have. you’re the most important person in my life and i’d do anything for you, i mean it. and i would rather just keep my feelings to myself than lose you forever. but i can’t do that anymore.”

he stopped.

“i like you.” he began, your name falling from his lips after he said the words you’ve been wanting to hear for so long.

your heart was beating so fast you got scared you might go into cardiac arrest. you felt your breath get caught in your throat as he moved a bit closer.

“i like you so much... ever since i first saw you. but-“

your eyebrows furrowed for a second.

but?

he began again.

“the main reason i’ve been so scared is because i’ve realized that... the way i feel for you...is more than that.”

he stopped again, feeling his anxiety come back.

just say it.

he felt your hands hold onto his a little tighter, the feeling calming him a bit but still accelerating his heart beat. he looked away again, trying to find the courage to say what he’s been dying to say for so long. and as his eyes finally made their way back onto you, he found it.

“i’m in love with you.”

you felt like you couldn’t breathe. the words echoed in your head, repeating itself too many times to count.

he felt like a weight had been lifted off of him. he stared at you, that same burning feeling growing even more at the sight of you smiling a bit. he wanted to kiss you. he wanted to kiss you so bad, but he was waiting for something.

you just looked at him, your heart racing as fast as ever. a euphoric feeling washed over you. your eyes flickered down towards his lips and back to his eyes. you spoke.

“i’m in love with you too.”

there it was.

before either of you could even think about it, you felt his lips collide with yours; a feeling you’ve been desperately waiting for for a long time. it was perfect. he kissed you with so much urgency and love, love for you that he’s been keeping inside of him for so long, and now he could finally let out. you kissed him back with the same amount of emotion, smiling into the kiss at the feeling of his large hand removing itself from yours and making its way up to the side of your face, as his other one found itself on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

he felt chills run throughout his body at the feeling of you wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your hand beginning to run through his soft blonde hair. he’s thought about this moment for a long time, he’s thought about it every day, but the feeling of you kissing him in real life, right now, was even better than he’s ever imagined.

he slowly pulled away, just before quickly kissing you once more. he looked at you, his heart swelling at the sight; the sight of you. you smiled again as you felt his hand slowly move your hair away from your face and behind your ear.

he smiled.

“you’re so pretty.”

you smiled even wider.

“so are you.” you said.

he laughed a bit, shrugging.

“yeah, i know.”

you just laughed, playfully hitting his chest, your heart skipping a beat at the feeling of him taking it from where it was placed and interlocking his fingers with yours.

you just looked at each other. he felt an overwhelming feeling of happiness, a feeling he’s never really quite experienced before, he loved it. he loved you. and you loved him back, and that was all he needed. you were all he needed. and as he looked at you once more, his favorite person in the world, the person that he was finally able to call his, he finally felt complete.

he kissed you again.