Hollywood Undead Lemons/Fluffs (_______×Reader)

My Choice-Johnny 3 TearsxReader(Feat Oli Sykes from Bring Me the Horizon)(Part1)

I giggled, sitting in the backseat of Oli's car, excited to go to the arcade, even if it was the second time this week. I love playing ski ball and PacMan, mostly. 

Johnny 3 Tears, from the passenger seat, said, "What are you all glow-y about, gigglemug?"

"Hey, be nice to her. It's her birthday in a few days," Oli chimed in.

Johnny laughed. "Big brother to the rescue, huh? You won't be able to save her when I beat her at Dance Dance Revolution."

"Hey! Be nice to my big brother!" I kicked the back of Johnny's seat.

"Both of you knock it off or I will turn this car around!"

I sat there smugly, knowing I got the last word in. I stared at the back of my brother's seat. He's only a year older than me. We both have (hair color) hair, but I have striking (eye color) eyes in comparison to Oli's.

. . . . .

I rolled the ball up the slope, hoping for it to go into the 50 points hole. It missed by a tiny bit and slid into 40. Close enough. Collecting my tickets, I stood and walked around a bit, playing with the token in my hand until.... The new game! I'll try that.

Walking over, I was just about to push back the curtain and step in the booth when an arm goes across the doorway.

"There's a height requirement, shortie. You're too small to ride the ride."

I follow the arm back and see Johnny. Instinctively, I roll my eyes and duck under his arm.

"Hey, let me join you," he said, sliding in next to me.

"Sorry, it's probably too scary for you. No scared-y-cats allowed."

I glanced at the warning on the screen that listed the game's many hazards and risks.

"You should get out then."

I laughed and playfully smacked his arm. I reached down to put the tokens in, but he pushed my hand back. "It's on me." After pushing them through the slot, we began.

. . . . .

He screamed a couple times, and I know I did too. By the end, we were panting, hearts racing. We had to laugh it off or else neither of us would let the other forget it. I glanced at him to find him staring at me.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

"Yeah."

"Well, what is it?"

He leaned in real close, until we were nose to nose, and whispered, "It's the ugly."

"Ugh! You jerk!" I shoved him back, laughing hysterically as stood, preparing to get out. He caught my hand.

"Wait... I'm sorr--You have some more of it right there." He points down, I look, and he swipes up, flicking my nose.

I smack his shoulder and walk away, starting to get pissed off. I don't look back, even when I feel a hand on my arm again. He stepped in front of me, but I pushed him out the way, bumping shoulders. I was furious.

"Wait! Please!"

I stopped, stomping one foot in its place--next to the other. "What." There was no raised end to it. It was angry and didn't even sound like a question, but a statement of anger.

"I'm sorry. Really. How about I buy you a slushie and some sour gummy worms?" It was Johnny in front of me. I was temped not to accept. "Please? Can we just step outside for a minute and talk about this?"

"Fine."

. . . . .

I sat there on the warm stone of the planting boxes around back of the mall with Johnny. I didn't yet have the chance to stir them into my blue raspberry slushie and my straw chopsticks were getting antsy.

"I don't actually think you're ugly. I just....."

I waited, setting aside my blue and neon concoction for a moment. I looked at his slouched form with his arms resting on his knees, waiting for him to finish. A cloud covered the sun. He looked up at me. I couldn't read his face until it was suddenly inches from mine. His eyes were dim with anxiety as his lips met mine.

It took a second to register, but after I realized I was kissing him back, I pushed him away. What the hell did he just do?! Standing seemed logical.

"What the hell was that?!" I was more startled than anything. 

He hung his head lower for a moment before standing too. Not knowing what to do and feeling too awkward to do anything else, I stood there and stared at him.

"Did you like it?" he asked in a small voice, so unlike him. It was unnerving for him to be so unsure when he was usually confident.

I don't know where the words came from, but they were somehow drawn from my lips.

"What the fuck was that?! Don't fucking play games with me like this! Don't play with my heart..." The last few words sounded more broken than anything as they echoed through my ears. How did they sound to him?

"I'm trying, (your name)! I really am. Just tell me if you liked it! If you wanted it somewhere deep inside that..." his voice trailed off a bit as it softened. "If you wanted it somewhere deep inside that beautiful, strange mind of yours..."

His eyes were vulnerable, his face open. This is what he really felt.

"Did you like it?" he asked again as his hands slowly moved up to cradle my face. I put my hand on his chest. His heart was racing. He slowly leaned in for a kiss this time and I didn't stop him. His lips were soft, warm. It felt comfortable, natural even. Strange, but right. I didn't fully understand the feeling, but I did like it.

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