#BECAUSE THEY WENT TO SEE JOHNNY FOR THEIR HONEYMOON

[leckiestrikes]

if you need me i’m thinking about these images

[shotmrmiller]

Okay okay

Along the lines of single dad Kyle, who definitely faked a bad date to get you into bed…feel free to ignore BUT

Ex husband Kyle who still wears his wedding ring to your kids football games. If anyone asks about it, he tells them you two are working things out. The teachers at the school have congratulated you more than once on the re-engagement, asking whether you’ll be taking a second honeymoon.

Ex husband Kyle who’s always so respectful, arranges to see the kids as much as possible when he’s home. But you can’t shake the feeling that the home security system he bought for you, is maybe just a bit too high tech? Do you really need door and window alarms? Kyle always messages when he gets an unexpected alert - just to make sure you’re all safe alone

Ex husband Kyle who offers to help you pick out a dress, when you finally score a date. Sits on your once marital bed, eyeing you lazily between sending texts. You both agree on the red one. Kyle tells you how perfect you look, long fingers curling your hair away from your face. The motion makes you unconsciously lean into his hand, so familiar and firm. His amber gaze has always mesmerised you.

Ex husband Kyle who takes you out instead when your date mysteriously bails.

Ex husband Kyle who wakes up next to you the next morning, the red dress now nowhere to be seen.

Ex husband Kyle, who had a few friends drop in on your date the day before. It went really well tbf.

when you question him on his swollen knuckles, he tells you that he and johnny got into a scuffle at work. nothing serious.

wait because what if he doesnt? get rid of the date i mean? now he's sending you to it with both of your mess sticking your knickers to your cunt. can't pull out of a fucking driveway, you snark at him.

(he definitely can. does it all the time when he's across the world. safe sex king. he just likes to claim what's his. he hopes your date can smell his spend dripping out of you.)

exhusbands and exbf get me everytime.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

How the gang are when there first in love/ in a relationship

Summary: The Outsiders in the honeymoon phase. Warnings: bad relationships (only because they don't know what they're doing) Author's Note: not quite sure what this ask meant but i tried my best lol

PONYBOY CURTIS Being in a relationship with Ponyboy is like always being in the puppy love phase. Because you both are so young, you don't really understand how 'true relationships' work. He's taking you on dates and stuff but you two have never had any serious issue because its not a super serious relationship and you two never have much to fight about. When you first start dating he's always picking flowers for you, and although that slows over time the sentiment never fades and he always has the 'couple aesthetic' in mind, i.e. doing things that he would see other couples do just for the sake of looking like a couple and acting like one. JOHNNY CADE Being in a relationship with Johnny is hard, he's vunerable but also emotionally unavalible at the same time. But he tries his best to be a good boyfriend, especially at the beginning of the relationship. He doesn't take you on 'dates' per say, rather shows up at your house or where you're hanging out when he has free time, you two will just chat for a while or fall asleep. He doesn't want to introduce the gang to you, he feels as if its a part of him he doesn't want you to see yet, and your a part of him that he doesn't want the gang to see. SODAPOP CURTIS Soda has been in only a couple of relationships, despite his charm, and they were usually playground relationships, things that sparked in elementary because of silly reasons. He has a lot of trust issues, especially from Sandy, and he's always hesitant when starting a relationship and even taking the relationship up a notch. Because of that, he's a little more reserved when you're dating, but sometimes he can break out of his shell and be calm and relaxed around you. STEVE RANDLE Steve's been in plenty of relationships, mostly when he was in middle school and beginning of highschool and they never usually meant much.

He's always tried to put in a little effort, he's just not sure what he needs to do, especially because there aren't many good relationship models around him. He tries to bring you flowers once and a while, and get you gifts and small outings, but beyond that he doesn't understand. There's always a lack of communication and sometimes feelings are hurt. TWO BIT MATHEWS Two Bit is always looking for a girlfriend, he likes the idea of it. He has very high standards and expects you to know what he wants immedietly. He's always very open about things, especially his family life because he loves them a lot. You also get to meet his sister pretty early on in the relationship. Expect a lot of joke-making, that's his personality. He's got a whole load of jokes stacked up in his mind for the right time and place. P.S. please laugh or he will get sad. DARRY CURTIS Darry really tries hard to be the best he can in a relationship. But he's balancing a lot of things mentally and sometimes he gets overwhelmed. He never takes his anger out on you but he does drift away with out reason until you seek him out, which isn't a really healthy way to maintain a relationship. Regardless, you tell him that you'll give him space when he needs but he must tell you that he wants it or else both parties are going to be hurt. He understands and tries his best from then on. DALLAS WINSTON I love him, but he's going to be a shit boyfriend. Especially after all the things went down with Sylvia, he's got loads of trust issues too. Always making sure you don't talk to anyone that he doesn't fuck with. He get's very possessive and jealous, but he doesn't fight others like a lot of people think but instead takes it out on you. He gets really pissed a lot of the time and you guys take a lot of breaks early in the relationship. He'll only let you wear his St. Christopher once he trusts you enough, he says it's because you could run off with them or something. It's really hard to win his trust but with enough time you do it.

[mister-mickey]

pookie…we need jurly ( johnny x curly ) headcannons…or else I’ll explode

ofc silly, even if I would love to see you explode

I think that the whole “Johnny disliking curly for being a bad influence on pony” thing is pretty funny, so I don’t think that they’d get together easily

I actually think that neither of them would be interested at first. It would take them being forced to bind for anything to happen (think maybe pony taking them to the carnival and then them getting stuck together on the Ferris wheel without him for some reason) they would be awkward at first but I think that they’d get over it (especially because curly talks a lot so Johnny doesn’t really have to)

While Johnny and pony get along because they don’t need tit all to understand each other, Johnny and curly get along because curly talks enough for the both of them and Johnny gets to just chill.

They’re dating and they aren’t like, keeping it a secret? But somehow nobody actually realizes that they’re dating. Even piny, who is friends with both of them, is more focused on the fact that they’re getting along rather than the fact that they’re flirting during hangouts

While they aren’t keeping it a secret, it’s still understandable that others don’t notice them. Neither of them are a fan of pda or anything, so they don’t kiss in public or hold hands (obviously, it’s the sixties. But even in a modern au they still wouldn’t)

I do think that they cuddle though. Curly runs hot and Johnny is a human icicle, so Johnny likes to shove his cold nose into Curly’s neck and make him shriek

Me and fictionalcharactergraveyard were talking about their wedding lol. Basically, they get married at the courthouse after like seven years of dating and only tell their friends and family like a few weeks afterwards. Everyone is shocked because they didn’t know that they were dating lmfao. Johnny and curly are also shocked because they weren’t keeping it a secret and it’s been SEVEN YEARS

anyway cue all of their friends and family working hard to make the most extravagant wedding for them that they can to make up for the fact that they had no idea they were dating. (Johnny and Curly are less than thrilled. They got a courthouse ceremony to AVOID wedding drama) (they went to California for their honeymoon and curly got them kicked out of several places)

I think that curly would drag Johnny into trouble a few times, and Johnny would just sigh and go along with it

Johnny would probably go traveling with curly because he wants more out of life. Curly is just like “Tulsa is fine though?” But he goes with because adventure is out there lol

Anyway feel free to reblog with your own headcanons becuase my brain isn’t working today lol

[sagesolsticewrites]

one of me is cute but two, though? (Brady x Jules)

Come on, I had to do one smutty blurb before kinktober ended… 🤭 

Brady? ✅ Breeding kink? ✅ Alexa, play Juno 😏

Word count: 1.8k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Masterlist

Lifted effortlessly into her husband’s arms as they opened the front door and crossed over the threshold. Being set down as if she were made of glass, arms twisting around her waist from behind as she took in the empty rooms, sun streaming in through the windows, dust swirling through the golden rays. A tender whisper in her ear, lips just barely brushing her skin.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Brady.”

This was how she had entered her new home— their new home— after a blissful ten-day honeymoon.

She and Johnny had spent the day wandering the house, sat on the hardwood floor eating sandwiches they’d picked up on the drive from the lakehouse, picturing the empty rooms filled with furniture that hadn’t yet arrived, the bare walls covered in pictures of memories yet to be made.

Her husband’s hand curled around her waist as they peeked into a sweet little room just down the hall from the master bedroom.

“I think this one,” he murmured as she took in the bright space, the last rays of sunset washing it in a rosy flush, “would be perfect for a nursery.”

She couldn’t help the way her breath caught in her throat at his words, but… yes, Jules could see it so clearly. A little white crib next to the window— facing east, oh it would be lovely in the mornings— books and toys scattered around the room, the walls a sweet pale pink— or blue, she supposed, if they had a boy, but she had a feeling…

She felt eyes on her, and blinked, turning to see John staring at her apprehensively.

“Is that… something you’d want?”

She was nodding before he’d even finished the sentence, words tumbling out over her lips.

“Yes, Johnny.”

She’d wanted it long before that bittersweet day he’d left for England, held out hope that it was still somewhere in their future each torturous day he was gone.

A ring, a house, a life, a family of their own.

They had the first already, had the beginnings of the second, had all the time in the world to build the third.

That last one…

Heat stirred to life in her belly and oh, she wanted.

Her desire must have been plain on her face— as plain as it was on her husband’s when he leaned closer, breath fanning over her cheeks.

“Is that…” he started, and there was a roughness to his voice that hadn’t been there a moment ago, “Is that something you’d want now?”

Her heart skipped a beat as she met his darkened gaze.

“Yes.”

Her mind went blank as John’s lips met hers, tugging her hips roughly against his, guiding her down the hall to what was now their bedroom.

She was no stranger now to intimacy with her husband— their ten days alone in a lakehouse farther upstate had given her what felt like decades of experience. 

But that had been pure newlywed bliss, a consummation of their marriage a dozen times over and then some.

This was different. 

This was purposeful.

She recalled the homilies she’d heard in Mass, emphasizing the sanctity of marriage, of the bedroom, the lesson drilled into her as a good Catholic girl that sex had one purpose: procreation.

She’d learned it was so much more than that on their honeymoon, that the pleasure she’d found in her husband’s arms, his mouth and hands tracing over her skin as if she herself were a holy thing to be worshipped, was the farthest thing from a sin.

There was something powerful, though, in fulfilling this purpose, in allowing themselves this not just because it was what they were supposed to do but because they wanted it.

John’s nimble fingers made quick work of stripping away each layer of clothing that separated them, heat pooling between Juliet’s legs at each brush of his fingers against her skin, until he was laying her back gently on the mattress in the middle of the room that would serve as their marital bed until their furniture arrived.

“You’re sure?” He murmured as he hovered over her, tender eyes scanning her face carefully.

She didn’t know how many times she could say it.

“Yes,” she pleaded, her voice coming out as a desperate whine, “yes, Johnny, I want this, I want you.”

Something in his adoring gaze shifted at her tone, and he leaned down to softly press his mouth to hers.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

The words were mumbled sweetly against her skin as he trailed a path of hot kisses over her cheek and down her neck.

She tilted her head to allow him better access, and his next words were hot against her throat.

“Thought about this for so long, honey… getting you pregnant, giving you a child…”

All she could do was let out a shaky exhale, hips rocking up against her husband’s. 

He muffled a groan in the crook of her shoulder, his grip on her hips tightening as he held her down. He lifted his gaze to meet hers, pupils wider than she’d ever seen them. There was something feral, primal glinting in his deep blue eyes— where had this come from?

“None of that now, sweetheart,” he warned gently, “Let me do all the work, yeah?”

Her gasp as his hand dipped to explore her soaked core was swallowed by his mouth landing on hers once again. She tried to arch into him, to lean into his touch, but his remaining hand on her hip kept her pinned down.

“Be patient, Jules,” he murmured into her mouth. “‘M almost there, honey.”

True to his word, a moment later there was the familiar brush of him at her entrance. Juliet’s hands flew to grip his shoulders in anticipation, open mouth still close enough to his that they were breathing the same air.

His hand moved first, shifting from her hip to press against her belly, holding her firmly against the mattress.

Her breath left her in a rush, heat spreading across where his hand splayed over her stomach.

Then came the familiar pressure of her husband splitting her open, a wanton moan tumbling from her lips into his mouth as he filled her, a slight hiss as her nails dug into his shoulders, desperate for something to ground her.

A string of increasingly desperate pleas escaped her as he remained still for one, two, three breaths, Juliet was going to die if he didn’t start moving soon—

“Shh, I’ve got you sweetheart,” he soothed, his free hand drifting to brush across her cheek, the metal of his wedding band cool against her flushed skin, “You just— God, you look beautiful like this.”

Some part of her went soft and gooey at his sweet words, preening at the compliment.

A larger part of her could only let out an impatient whine, her green eyes round and pleading.

A dark chuckle and a brush of his thumb across her cheek was her only warning before his hips rocked back and snapped back into her.

Juliet let out a cry, throwing her head back as her husband quickly found a rhythm, hitting a spot inside her that had her seeing stars with every thrust.

“You look— gorgeous like this—” John huffed, “but— fuck— my wife with a baby in her—”

A sound like she’d never heard erupted from him, as if the thought alone was driving him mad.

“You’ll be breathtaking, Jules,” he gasped, “Won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

A broken gasp of his name was all she could manage as she came closer to falling apart with each passing second, it was all too much, the intensity of his gaze, his voice—

“How many?”

Oh Lord, why was he asking her questions? She could barely recall her own name— her world had narrowed to her husband driving her towards ecstasy and the children that would be the result.

“How many do you wanna have, Jules?” He tried again, breath hot against her already burning skin.

Oh.

She tried to think. Two. Five. Seven. How many were on a football team? That’s how many she wanted, she wanted to give him a whole football team of children for them to herd to Mass every Sunday.

“As many as you want.”

Juliet heard the answer fall from her lips in a moan as if somebody else was saying it, and her climax rocked through her body at the exact moment her husband emptied himself into her with a stuttering groan.

When she returned to her body, John was looking adoringly down at her, cheeks flushed, eyes bright, hair somewhat damp, and she was sure she looked the same.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing a stray curl from her sweaty forehead.

“Hi,” she breathed, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

John's gaze swept over her face once more before he dipped to kiss her, smiling against her mouth.

She grinned right back, arms winding around his neck to tug him down onto her.

They rolled so they were laying on their sides on the mattress that would serve as their bed for the time being, the whine that escaped her as he slipped out from inside her muffled by his kiss. 

Once he’d sufficiently kissed the air from her lungs, John pulled back to meet her eyes.

“Are you alright?”

She took stock: she was already aching, the insides of her thighs felt hot and sticky, and the rest of her skin was burning too.

“I’m perfect, Johnny.”

“You’re sure? It wasn’t too much?”

A grin spread across her face as she shook her head.

“Perfect.” She said again.

An almost disbelieving giggle tumbled from her lips as John pulled her close.

“We’re going to have a baby,” she whispered in near-wonder, beaming up at her husband.

“We are,” he said with an answering grin, “And if we wanna increase our chances…” 

A brush of lips to her cheek.

“We can keep doing it again—”

Another kiss, this time on her other cheek.

“—and again—”

A kiss on her nose.

“— and again.”

He punctuated his suggestion with a tender kiss to her lips that had Juliet’s toes curling. Her limbs already felt like jelly, and yet her skin tingled at the thought of doing it again and again with this same goal in mind.

One cursory cleanup with a washcloth later, John flicked off the light as he passed the switch on his way to rejoin his wife in bed. He reached over to the stack of spare blankets, plucking one from the top to drape over the two of them— night had fallen, and they had a busy few weeks ahead as they started on building their new house into a proper home.

“I can’t wait to start a family with you, Johnny,” Juliet murmured into the darkness of the room, absentmindedly tracing shapes onto her husband’s bicep.

“Me too, sweetheart,” was his tender reply, mumbled into the crown of her head, “me too.”

She snuggled closer to him, and let the steady beat of his heart under her ear lull her to sleep.

[sunnyie-eve]

7 | Jealously

Series: Uttermost Lifestyle

Paring: Johnny Knoxville x Original female character

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Sexy mama is finally here!" Chris whistles as I pull my shirt off leaving me in my light pink with hot pink hearts bikini top with my tight black shorts.

"So I wasn't a sexy mama wearing my oversized T-shirt?" I ask crossing my arms.

"You're always a sexy mom but a really really sexy mom when you show off." He winks before eyeing my chest moving his eyebrows.

"You're lucky I'm comfortable with you or I'd fuck you up." I wrap my arms around him.

"You wanna fuck me? Okay then." His hands go to my butt picking me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. "We'll be a few minutes! We're gonna go make beautiful love to each other!" Chris shouts out to everyone making me laugh.

"In all the time of knowing each other... did either of you do or see each more than friends?" Dave asks us as Chris still holds me.

"We've talked about that and no we've always seen each other as just super close friends." Chris pats my butt.

"That are super comfortable with each other." I kiss his cheek.

"So you've fucked?" Bam starts to laughs.

"No." Chris and I say together.

"I think the most thing we did that 99% of friends wouldn't do was shower together to save the water that was about to get shut off." I dig into my mind.

"That's the most out there one." Chris agrees.

"So you two have never even kissed?" Wee-man asks.

"We have." We say together as he puts me down.

"Like peck kiss, kiss, or like kiss kiss?" Johnny decides to join the conversation trying to make eye contact with me but I wouldn't do it.

"All above. To giving your grandma a kiss to full on touchy steamy make out." Chris shakes me by the shoulders.

"And that was when?" Johnny crosses his arms.

"Her 23rd birthday." Chris thinks.

"Three years ago." Johnny nods his head walking away moody. I had no idea why he was acting like that last weekend he went on a date with some chick. Then got upset with me when I said she was walking around in barely anything with Caiden in the same room.

"What's the mood change for?" Chris eyes me.

"Excuse me." I leave going in Johnny's direction. "Why so suddenly moody?" I ask him.

"I don't know what you mean?" He turns his back to me.

"Really? Earlier we were chatting and laughing then you hear I've kissed Chris in the past and now you have your back turned to me."

"Three years ago you two were touchy while kissing... and I'm not supposed to be jealous of y'all relationship/friendship?" He walks us away from people.

"What kinda of touchy are you thinking of because it was just this." I run my hands along and and that was it. "And jealous?! There's no need too. You've gone on dates since that day and had a girl stay the night."

"At my house." He adds but can tell he wanted to take it back.

"Yes but it's technically our house till I move out. I help you pay bills, get food and other things when I could be saving to get my own place." I take a long pause, "We're friends, Johnny, and you've been making that clear so there's no need to be jealous." I give him a small smile before walking away.

"What's the problem?" Ehren asks as I stop next to him.

"A little bump in the road with Johnny at home." I making him chuckle.

"No longer in the honeymoon phase?"

"Was there a honeymoon phase?" I ask him.

"Well I can see it. You two are cute together." He pats my back walking away.

Suddenly my ass is smacked and I look at Bam trying to keep a straight face. "It was Ryan's dare." He says as Ryan stands on the other side of me.

"Love y'all." I swing my arms hitting them in the crotch.

"Fuck you." Bam elbows my in the boob making me groan with them. "It's only far." He adds so I nod my head.

When it was time to start filming, Johnny was gonna try to go down the ramp on a skateboard. I knew he wasn't gonna do well so when he falls I hiss as he hits the ground.

"You gonna take part?" Bam asks me.

"Yeah, it looks fun." I laugh putting my hair up.

"Wait." Johnny stops me and Jeff gives me knee pads and elbow pads.

"Really?" I hold them.

"To keep you safe." Johnny smiles.

"I don't need them." I drop them.

"Alex, please just to be sure." He picks them up putting them on me.

"I can skate unlike you Johnny..." He just looks at me. "I'm not wearing a helmet or elbow pads." I take those ones off.

"Fine. I just want you to you have something. I don't want or wanna see you get hurt." He cuts my cheek slightly leaning down till his phone rings. "Ash..." It was the chick he brought home.

"I'm used to being hurt." I take my knee pads off and join the others.

They tell us that they were just gonna keep filming everything then will pick the ones that are the best.

"Ladies first." Bam motions for me to go.

"Alex, put some pads on please." Johnny comes over getting off his phone.

I roll my eyes then go down the ramp before going into the lake, I melon grab my the board while doing a back flip then land in the water. As my head comes up everyone was cheering for me. Walking out of the lake Bam runs up picking me up jumping up and down chanting my name.

"That was hot." He kisses my cheek making me giggle. "Two reasons. The trick and a lot of cleavage." He adds making me punch his chest.

"See, I didn't need padding." I smile at Johnny as I pass him.

We all take turns doing things in the ramp just having a good time. "Alex, come here mama." Bam motions me to go up so I get a head start then run up the ramp.

"What up?" I ask squinting my eyes cause the sun was in them.

"Go down holding hands with me." He hands the other board.

"Just go down holding hands without fucking each other up?" I ask.

"Then before we get in the lake you wrap yourself around me." He smiles and I try picturing it. "Just trust me. If we fuck up we get good footage either way."

I think it over then say fuck it making Bam happy. "Like you said good footage either way." I get ready with him. "We're gonna fail." I just knew it.

"Well fall on me to soften your blow. I'm volunteering myself for you." He says making me laugh.

"Thanks Bam."

We get ready to go down and as we went forward Bam pulled my hand slightly hard making me get off my board then him. We tumble then coming to a sudden stop slap if the floor. In the fall Bam's and I heads hit each other pretty hard actually making me wish I wore the helmet.

"I told you." I groan touching my head as I laid in his chest.

"You got a hard head." Bam groans as some guys come to check on us.

"Me? Your head bounced off the ground then hit mine." I say getting up without help then help him up.

"You guys okay?" Dave asks us.

"I'm good." I shake it off.

"Same, I can say I've had Alex on top of me." Bam jokes getting up so I punch his arm.

I walk it off rubbing my head and Johnny walks up to me. "I know, I know. I don't wanna hear it." I groan not looking at his face.

"How bad is it hurting?" He asks stopping me and touching my head.

"Slowly going away." I remove my hand and he carefully rubs my head causing me to close my eyes.

"How about now?" He asks so I hum. When I feel lips lips against my forehead I open my eyes. As he moves back he gives me a smile, "All better." I break the eye contact and walk away to stand alone and watch others.

I randomly get the dumb idea to try the red wagon after Steve-O failed. "Alex no." Jeff tries stops me as I sit down on it. "It didn't work the first time."

"I still wanna try." I say so he just lets me do it.

"Alexandria..." Johnny says coming up but I make Jeff help me go. As I go I lean so make the cart not turn off like it did for Steve-O. I get up the plop into the water.

"I did it!" I cheer for myself.

[johnnylandslide]

Island Sanctuary!!

I was brainstorming the other day what Johnnytaru might do on their honeymoon, until I remembered that there's a piece of side content in Endwalker where they literally go to a private island together! So naturally I went and started that, and took a million screenshots:

"How are you going to tell it apart from the other islands? What if we set up our cottage and then it turns out we're on the wrong one?"

"I'll know it when I see it! (Because I've been to it once already)"

"I think it needs a name, but I can't come up with anything."

"We can cross that bridge later. Preferably before we open it up for tourists!"

"I think I can probably figure out how to build a house..."

"Do you think you could manage if you had an army of mammets working alongside you? Because yours truly just so happens to have-"

"Tataru, you are the best."

"Well it's no Rising Stones, and I'll have to add the actual walls later, and those mammets set up a shop right next to the bed... but you're here, so it's home."

"Awww... If that's the case, then you're welcome to carry me across any threshold you like!"

"Tataru... I try to say it with the things I bring you and the time we spend together, but I should say it out loud as well from time to time. I love you. I'm glad you married me."

"Oh, Johnny... I love you too! I can't imagine what it would have been like to marry anyone else. You make me the happiest, and I wouldn't trade you for the world."

[thelittlestspider]

an excerpt from Friend You Can Keep that i wrote in one sitting wherein peter and ash are in their honeymoon phase, and matt extorts johnny in exchange for staying at his place.

“Johnny, I'm not kicking you out, but you have to crash somewhere else for a few days,” said Peter, matter of fact.

“Why?” asked Johnny, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Because if you don't, you won't get any sleep.”

Johnny blinked. Wait a minute. His eyes widened in understanding.

“So you and Ash?”

Peter smiled. “Yeah.”

His eyes were soft and his smile was dopey. Love looked good on him. Johnny was happy for him, even if his heart panged that he wasn't part of it.

“Y'know, if you guys ever need a third…” Johnny waggled his brows. He half-meant it as a joke, but to his surprise, Peter said, “We'd be happy to have you. But I kind of want him to myself for a while.”

“So you're not mad about me and Ash?” Johnny asked cautiously, afraid to upset this moment of gracious maturity from Peter. But like, he had to know everything was cool before he made any moves here. After all, what if Peter woke up tomorrow deciding to be a jealous maniac again? Though that angry stare was pretty sexy…

Peter looked thoughtful. “We talked about it some the other day.” He swished his coffee around. “Ash loves you, I love you.” Johnny's eyes went big with shock.

“You love me?”

“Yeah. I do.”

Tears welled up in Johnny's eyes as he stood up to kiss Peter, laughing with happiness as he wrapped his arms around his best friend. It was a terrible kiss. Mostly because they couldn't stop smiling. But Johnny wouldn't trade it for the world.

“I love you too,” Johnny said against Peter's cheek. “So, so much it's insane. God, I thought I'd never have this.”

“There's some stuff we need to talk about,” interrupted Peter. Uh oh. Johnny frowned. He didn't like the sound of that. That could mean literally anything.

“Like what?”

Play it cool, Johnny.

“Matt,” Peter said simply.

Johnny groaned, rolling his eyes heavenward.

“Oh my God, don't talk to me about Matt. The man's impossible!” Ugh, the nerve of that man, ruining yet another fine moment in Johnny's life. If the guy wasn't so damn miserable right now, Johnny'd curse him.

Why did everything have to come back to Matt? What did Peter see in him? Sure he was older and kind of sexy, and he had the whole Daredevil lawyer thing working for him, but he was also an asshole who wore grandpa sweaters and messed with Johnny every chance he got. It was like being picked on by an 80 year old grandpa in the body of a 38 year old acrobat.

Johnny could light himself on fire, but he was convinced Matt was actually made of hellfire.

“Uuuugh,” groaned Johnny.

“He's not that bad,” argued Peter.

Peter was blinded by love. He didn't know what he was talking about.

“He's insufferable.”

“You're also insufferable,” pointed out Peter, unhelpfully. Johnny glared at him. Peter stared back at him, unmoved. He sipped his coffee.

One, two, three.

“I guess,” Johnny ground out, “I can get along with Matt. For your sake.” Compromise sucked. Compromise was the enemy of the people.

“Good, because your options are your family, Matt, or Clint.”

Johnny's mouth dropped.

“You wouldn't.”

Peter smirked behind his mug.

“I would.”

Evil, sexy bastard. God, Johnny wanted to kill him. Maybe he could get Ash to run interference.

“Ash can't help you out of this.”

Damn it.

Johnny weighed his options. He could go stay with his family for a few days while Peter and Ash went through their honeymoon phase; con, he'd have zero privacy. Option 2: Clint. Natasha was on a job right now, so Clint might be lonely and appreciate the company. Con: Lucky and Liho wouldn't let him sleep.

Wade was out because of Valentine and Vanessa. Shit. Johnny scrunched his face. He was going to have to suck it up and call Matt.

“I take it back. I hate you.”

“Love you,” Peter said, sweetly.

Fuck his stupid life.

…

“Hey Matt,” started Johnny, already feeling awkward about this.

“Hi Johnny,” answered Matt. His voice was smooth and cool like water. Unbothered. Like Johnny calling was something that happened every day and they hadn't been mortal enemies for the past ten years. He was so weird. Johnny hated him.

“So I have a favor to ask,” Johnny inhaled through his nose, bracing himself. “I need to stay at your place for a few days.”

There was perfect silence on the other end. Matt was surprised. Then after a few moments Matt's stupid, smug voice asked, “What's in it for me?”

“Whadda mean, what's in it for you?” Johnny asked, feeling annoyance wash through him. “You want me to clean for you or something?” He didn't think Matt would be enthusiastic about it, but he didn't think Matt would be this much of an asshole about it either.

“You could help Foggy balance the books.”

“But that could take forever!”

“Take it or leave it.”

Ugh.

“Fine.”

“Then you've got a deal.”

“I hate you. Tell Foggy and Kirsten hi for me.”

That stung Matt a bit. He didn't answer. The dial tone sounded.

Wow, he hung up on him. Johnny didn't know what he expected.

[timaeusterrored]

(Okay okay I’ll bite, some older happy Vincent)

Vincent was always awake before Kerry. It had been that way since they started dating, and even on their honeymoon, Vincent was always awake before Kerry. Johnny didn’t count because when he was home, Vincent was convinced he never slept.

He woke up to the smell of coffee and Kerry’s weight on top of him. That meant one thing, Johnny was home. He had to wiggle out from under his husband to actually get to their other half first though. Kerry groaned and held on tighter, obviously someone wasn’t going down without a fight this morning.

Kerry had cut his hair off after school, to which Vincent had been heartbroken about it for weeks. When he came back from the Philippines, it was even shorter. Vincent liked his hair regardless, but never let him forget he had a mullet. It was still cut short, Vincent’s own hair still long but now his natural color. If he went downstairs and Johnny’s hair was gone, he was gonna lose it.

He heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and it took what felt like forever for Johnny to actually appear in his line of sight. He reached forward, trying to grab him by his belt loop and failing miserably when Johnny stepped back.

“Asshole.” He was still trapped under Kerry. Someone save this man.

Johnny just looked down at them, amused by the suffering of his partner trying to grab him while being trapped under Kerry. Until he finally gave him a bone and allowed Vincent to pull him forward. To which he let himself go limp and fell on top of the two of them.

Kerry groaned into Vincent’s shoulder, mumbling something no one would understand and Vincent whined, now trapped under two people. He just wanted coffee.

Johnny snorted and rolled off of them, kicking off his boots and pulling Kerry off of Vincent as well. Vincent got up, rubbing his eyes and putting on his glasses before heading down stairs for coffee.

After the awful year that was 2023, Johnny had disappeared with the Nomads, and Kerry went to the Philippines, leaving Vincent alone in Night City. The three spent about six years apart before Johnny came knocking with Kerry in tow, and they both had changed.

Kerry had said if Vincent was still down for it, they could get married. Have a life, with Johnny coming in and out, now being a full time Edgerunner with Rogue and his sketchy friends. But he always came back to them.

After years of fighting their own battles separately, they came back to fight them together. They had spent a week curled up in Vincent’s little apartment, not letting go simply because they were scared. Johnny would never admit that out loud though, but Vincent saw how tense he’d get if one was away for too long.

Kerry’s career really took off after he came back as well, and Vincent worried he’d never keep up. That Kerry’s love for music and fame and the sex, drugs, and rock n roll lifestyle would be the end of them. But Kerry was always at his side, showed him off at parties and interviews, the tattoos Vincent had done on him shown proudly whenever he got the chance.

“Vincent.” Vincent knocked himself out of his mind, looking back to see his partners had found him staring off in the kitchen again. His coffee cup was gone, and just in front of him now.

“You okay?” Kerry asked softly, resting his chin on his shoulder. Kerry was too aware of him sometimes, he knew when Vincent was over thinking again.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Vincent said softly, Kerry didn’t by it and neither did Johnny, but neither pressed, just let Vincent take his coffee and pull Johnny over to the couch so they could talk. Kerry would join after getting his own cup.

[roadtogracelandx45]

Under False Pretenses |1| Band of Brothers Mafia AU

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thanks to @marycorleone for listening to me ramble and bounce ideas off of her for this story.

Washington DC FBI main offices. The first thing that Joseph Liebgott saw when he walked into the conference room was the pictures that lined the walls. Pictures of the woman that he had once loved.

Pictures that rocked him to his very core.

He had tried his hardest to forget about Olivia Stewart but it was hard. She was his first true love, that kind of love that rocked his soul, that made his body ache for her. Even now 5 years later, he still feels that ache.

“Blast from the past?” Scarlett Jones asked, his on and off again lover and his partner asked as she came to a stop at his elbow, “Oh come on Joe, we all know that you used to fuck her in college. We have seen the files and the pictures.”

“It was a lot more then fucking alright?”

The girl raised her eyebrow before laughing, “ you were in love with her?!” She found it hilarious that he was in love with Olivia who was never going to be his and where as she was open to be his fully.

But he was never going to be fully her because of Olivia. That bitch had his heart and balls and it left Scarlett with nothing.

And she already hated her.

She turned to look at him but wasn’t surprised to see that he was focused on the pictures of Olivia. The ones from her wedding to Lewis Nixon, from their honeymoon, from yachting trips that they took with Dick Winters, leaving her home in Nixon, New Jersey. Attending an event as Senator Buck Compton’s date in California.

Carrying a little girl through a department store. A little girl that oddly looked like his sister when she was a child.

“You really haven’t seen her in 5 years?” Floyd Talbert, another agent who Joe knew from not only college but the academy asked, he was one of the few that was still in contact with Olivia having been friends with her himself.

“No. Part of her grandparents’ deal, I had to completely cut her out of my life.” Joe returned, finally tearing his eyes away from the one picture of Olivia from the wedding. That could have been his wedding to her, they had actually planned half way through their junior year to flee the country and go to Italy and get married. They had both saved money and were going to meet at the train station when Fredrick Stewart, Olivia’s grandfather, showed up at his apartment and threatened him and cut him a deal that if he left the state and went to another school, he would pay for it.

Leaving her was the biggest mistake of his life, the second biggest one was starting a relationship with Scarlett.

“Do you think she would let you back into her life?’ John Steveson asked as he came into the conference room.

Every single agent in the room that knew Joe and Olivia from college or still knew them froze, eyes going to Joe and then to the boss. “From what I heard from Olivia directly,” Chuck Grant spoke as he leaned back in his chair, “is that she is still in love with him. Still wears the ring he got her with her wedding rings and all. Wears the clothes he left in her room too. But it will take a lot of hopes and prayers that she lets him back in.”

‘This could be your second chance with her, Joe.” Johnny Martin commented from where he was standing on the side of the room, he was one of the few that had been rooting for Olivia and Joe to make it and had been the one along with his wife Pat that sat with her when she was in the hospital for trying to take her own life after he left her and she found out that her grandfather had everything to do with it.

Sighing, the former taxi cab driver rubbed his hand across the back of his neck in thought. “Yeah, okay.”

Olivia Nixon fidgeted with the strand of pearls that hung around her neck, she was in the backseat of a limo between her husband Lewis and Dick Winters, going to the burial ground in Charleston, South Carolina. Her grandfather had passed after a long tortuous battle with prostate cancer. And in her opinion, it could have happened a lot sooner.

“Sweetheart.” Lewis commented, dropping his hand down and squeezing her nylon covered knee, “Relax.”

“Ha.” She laughed bitterly, “I will relax once we are back in New Jersey.”

Lewis’s fingertips made a comforting circle on the inside of her knee and up, he and Dick had both tried to get her to open up about her grandfather’s death and what was said between the two before he had finally passed but she stayed oddly quiet about it. In fact she stripped down to her slip and crawled into the bed between them and turned on The Fellowship of The Ring.

They had both found it odd that she hadn’t cried like she did when her grandmother Stella died, she just acted like it was any other day and even got up with them and went to the conference call they had. She just cuddled into Lewis and watched the movie, while Aurora, their daughter, sat in the bend of Dick’s arm.

“Remember when I was going to leave?” She finally asked, dropping the pearls down to where they could rest against her chest. “Vividly.” Her husband answered, his fingers still making the comforting track on her knee and the inside of her thigh.

Dick turned to look at them better, his own hand dropping down to cover hers, the cool metal of the plain gold band that she and Lewis had given him after they had gotten married offering as much comfort as Lewis’s touch.

He was very much a part of their marriage too even if it wasn’t legal. They had even jokingly the year prior started calling each other husband or wife.

“He found out from Daniel,’ Daniel was her older brother that she recently cut off from her life due to his addictions and how he treated her and either one of them blamed her. “That I was going to leave and go to Italy with Joe. And he went to Joe and paid him off.”

Both men exchanged a look over her head and tightened their grips. They had known that she wanted to leave for a while and spend time with Joe, just the two of them before she had to make the decision to follow through on the deal that she made with her grandfather for her to go to school. All they knew was Joe never showed and it broke her heart and she ended up in the hospital for over a week.

The doctor said it was because of depression and a mental breakdown due to school but they knew it was because of Joe’s sudden disappearance and heartbreak.

“I don’t regret this.” She said softly, “I don’t regret us. At all. I am pissed that he did that to me, he could have talked to me like an adult.”

Tears that she had been holding off for the last couple of days welled up and slipped down her cheeks.

“But it doesn’t stop you from missing Liebgott and the love you two had.” Dick whispered as he brushed some of the tears away. They had them tell each other they loved each other one more then once and it was so fiercely.

It was almost as fierce as his own declaration to Lewis.

“And it doesn’t stop the hurt.”

Olivia nodded her head as the limo rolled to a stop and the driver parked the car. Lewis got out of the car first and held his hand back into the backseat for her to take.

“You got this Liv, Lewis and I aren’t going to leave your side for a minute.” Dick assured her before pressing a tender kiss against her lips.

She nodded her head before taking Lewis’s hand and letting him help her out of the back of the car. She clung to Lewis’s hand, wishing things had ended up differently. And that Joe was there with them, and she didn’t feel like she had a hole the size of a fist in her heart. That her daughter knew her biological father. And that Lewis and Dick didn’t have to hide who they truly were.

Her grandparents and Lewis’s parents fucked everything up. ** “That motherfucker dropped dead!” Joe exclaimed, throwing the file on Olivia on top of his desk .

“What mother fucker?” Scarlett asked curiously from her spot across the table from him, she had taken a seat across from him and was writing notes in her notebook, things to ask Olivia about. Even questions about Joe that would never get answered.

“Her grandfather, he finally died.” Tab answered having read the statement over his friend’s shoulder. “Prostate cancer.”

“There is your sign, Liebgott, that this is meant to be.” Stevenson said, ignoring the look on Scarlett’s face, “We leave for New Jersey when they leave Charleston, give her to mourn or whatever it is she needs to do before we try and talk to her.”

** “It’s apart of the will, Mrs. Nixon that you have another child.” Olivia���s grandfather’s lawyer commented looking at the youngest Stewart grandchild who had been nursing a glass of whiskey, “to get your inheritance. And it has to be by your husband.”

“You got to be fucking kidding me.” Olivia swore after she downed the rest of her glass and set it on the desk in front of her, “He isn’t making my brothers push out another kid?”

“Liv.” James Jr, commented from where he was standing by the window. “Don’t Liv, me, James, this is bullshit, I don’t need his goddamn money.” She stood up wishing suddenly that Lewis or Dick had been allowed in the meeting with her. “I married into the goddamn Nixon family.”

She pulled the stopper out of the whiskey bottle to pour more into her glass but was stopped by James, “You have had enough. Aurora is here and she doesn’t need to see you drunk, she sees that in Lewis enough.” She scowled before nodding her head in agreement. James dropped his voice so their siblings and the lawyer couldn’t hear, “They didn’t say if it had be Lewis’s or if it could be Dick just that it had to be a Nixon, so there is that and I will look into it and see if there's a way around it okay?” She looked up at him before nodding her head. “Okay. Okay.” She agreed.

3 Weeks Later, Nixon, New Jersey

** There she was again coming out of the mansion she shared with Lewis and Dick. A sports bag slung over her, one of his old zip Cyrus- Ryer University hoodie, with the sleeve hanging off of her shoulder, showing off the shooting star tattoo with the 11:11 time stamped in the center, that she had gotten after losing a bet with him. Her blonde hair that was once long had been cut short and hung in curls upon her shoulders. He couldn’t openly study her like he wanted too, not with Scarlett and the others being around, he got enough shit especially from Scarlett who took every chance to rub it in his face that Olivia was being shown off on Lewis’s arm or Dick’s arm at different Nixon Industries events that were held leading up to the infamous Christmas party.

“Well I can say this for you, Liebgott.” Johnny Martin’s voice came, “You do have a type, Scarlett is beautiful but Olivia is even more gorgeous than she was back in college. Having Aurora helped a lot.’ There was a dull thud and followed by a curse word.

“Who the fuck is Aurora?” Joe demanded his hand freezing on the keys that he was going to use to start the car. “Johnny! Who the fuck is Aurora?!”

“Your daughter.” Bull’s voice came, “She found out the day you left about her. She tried to find you, hired people to look for you.” Joe wanted to spit out that it didn’t work and he was missing out his daughter’s life and god knows what else, “You didn’t think to include the fucking fact that I have a child out there?!” “It was under my orders.” Stevenson commented as he got into the passenger seat of the sedan he was in.

“Drive.”

Olivia was pulling out of the driveway and they needed to follow her. The others were on their way to the offices to wait for them to show up.

One of them was going to take a meeting with her and see where she stood with everything and Joe wasn’t going to be it. As much as they preached that Olivia was their ticket, she wasn’t, she was just the smallest piece in a much bigger puzzle.

[keepingupwiththecullensblog]

🌙✨ Buckle up for another hilarious episode of “Keeping Up with the Cullens.” This time, Edward’s musical choices, stalker tendencies, and math obsession take center stage. 🧛‍♂️🚗

So, on the drive home, Edward decides to serenade Bella with “Pledging My Love” by Johnny Ace. Seriously, Edward, out of all the songs from the 50s, why that one? Ever heard of rock and roll? 🤷‍♂️ I had to YouTube it, and I burst out laughing. This is not a song a teenage vampire would listen to. What’s next, Edward? Singing “Macarena” at prom? 🙄🎤

A few minutes later, in the kitchen, Bella isn’t creeped out at all when Edward admits to stalking her every night. Instead, she’s just embarrassed that he heard her saying his name in her sleep. Bella, you have a stalker! 🚨😳 How is this not setting off major red flags? We’ve gone from “Twilight” to “Twilight Zone.” Bella, you need a security system, not a vampire boyfriend. 🚨🔐

Only after realizing that Bella needs to eat food regularly (Duh, Edward, humans get hungry like you get thirsty, and you only realize that now?) Edward decides to use math to learn how to cook. 😂📐 How in the world is he gonna solve the equation for the perfect omelet or what? 🥘🍽️ Maybe he’s calculating pi(e) recipes for Bella. 🥧 Edward, the world already has a Sheldon Cooper, so please stop the math. I don’t want a math lesson. This fact totally ruins my absolute favorite scene from the movies, deleted or not, where he cooks Bella breakfast on their honeymoon. Thanks, Mathward.

That night, they cuddle in her bed. Yup, you heard that right. They went from not being able to hold hands to kissing to sleeping together in a day. Well, Edward doesn’t sleep, but you get the idea. 🛏️💤 Bella has one thing on her mind, but Edward’s all like, “We can’t because I’ll crush you.” Then he adds, “I’m attracted to you because even though I’m not human, I’m still a man.” And then, to top it all off, he sings a lullaby to her to sleep. “Twilight: The Musical,” anyone? 😴🎵 Nothing says romance like, “I might accidentally kill you, but here’s a lullaby to calm your nerves.” It’s like The Notebook meets Dracula with a dash of Disney magic.

All I can say is, WTF with this guy? Like seriously, Edward, pick a lane! 🚗💨 Between the stalking, the 50s serenades, and the impromptu math lessons, this guy’s got more issues than Vogue.

Wish me luck as I dive into the “IDK WTF Anymore” saga. Honestly, I’m scared because what’s next? Omg, if I only realized back then… How did we not see these red flags waving like they were in a parade? 🎏🚩

[joyswonderland1108]

Um.. OKAY????

So it appears i’ve died and went to heaven, and so did many of us hey nice to meet you all in heaven

But anygays let’s get into today’s events shall we? 

So before anything else even before Suchwita dropped, Jimin and JK have been dominating the industry hellaur?!!!

Ace duo for real! Then comes Suchwita :

As you may all know Jimin talked about his album briefly with Yoongi and with us basically, it was really cute, really fun, really lovely, really heartwarming, you name it, i fucking loved it! And you could tell how precious Jimin is to Yoongi we love to see that 💜

So after the episode Jimin goes on WV and posts this 

All good all good, it’s always a lovely day to get a notification about Jimin posting anything really. About 3h-ish we get a motherfucking notification and who it is? 

Jimin: Sooooo Letter is a song about my feelings to fans, itsafansong ANYGAYS you were saying Yoongi-hyung? 

JK: A song about who? Hold my fucking beer! 

This man i swear to god!! And the first thing he says is that he basically came live to watch Jimin Suchwita episode that he *cough* Initially was going to watch it with him *cough* whatever you mean by that Jungkook-ssi (we all know what he means he didn’t ask him so boldly to come over 3 times on live just for us to start acting dumb now) ANYGAYS! 

So first thing he does before getting to Suchwita is playing Heize’s cover of Still with You (Mind you this is a Jimin live basically and his first thought is to put Still with You on Okay then lover boy) After that he saw a comment talking about his collab with CK and started talking about it calling us all out because “We might’ve noticed that he wears Calvin Klein all the time” that boy knows where Army’s eyes be wandering but hey i don’t feel a drop of shame that man is fine as wine sue me! 

Suchwita Time! 

So now he puts on Suchwita after starting to get frustrated not finding the episode at first going like “Suchwita.. Jiminie-hyung.. Why isn’t Jiminie-hyung appearing right away?!” Youtube stop frustrating my boy give him his Jiminie-hyung! We’re all over here third wheeling somehow, i don’t even know how this turned into us being a third wheel but here we are, JK watching Jimin endeared and us being endeared watching JK being endeared with Jimin, endearedception. 

Then he proceeded to tell us how Set me Free Pt2 is really his style, he reaaaally likes it, he likes it a lot especially the second verse 

Jungkook is just like you and i for real cause.. AZFFAQFKNFNBFKBBZJ/KGBEHB Boy he simping!!! Then Black Swan Jikook appears on the screen and he just

Right.. 

Anygays, should i mention that JK 100% saw that tiktok where they were recreating the choreo from SMF Pt2 LMFAO He then told us that he will wrap up the live after playing some songs (Or so he said) :

12:45 - Stripped by Etham

Thoughtboutu by Karencici

Another day by Gervs

Adrenaline by Lauv

Where does the love go by Maria Isabel

Honeymoon by Johnny Stimson

Set me Free Pt2 by THE PARK JIMIN

(That boy literally just sat there listening to sappy songs after he started the whole live and made it about Jimin)

And then he ended the live as he said he will.. SIKE BITCH YOU THOUGHT! That boy whipped out a BTS compilation and which one it is you may ask?

.. 

That boy is whipped!! Never have i heard him say Jimin’s name that much during a live as much as this live it was a whole lot of “Jimin Jimin Jimin” like a mantra lol And tell me why tf i just watched him almost giggling and kicking his feet like 

And when you think it’s over.. He plays Smf pt2 again 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Only this time he’s just awestruck really, you and i both JK, understandable. Then that man has the A-U-D-A-C-I-T-Y to whip out a lollipop (an oddly shaped one too) and start suckling on it while listening to “Up at night by Kehlani ft JB” you know just a song with lyrics saying “I think about all of the ways you turn me on”.. For the goodness of all i’m not gonna write my comment “out loud” , i see you, you see me, we see each other. 

 And then 

I’m not even going to comment on the back to back lives, so basically that man said “Y’all wanted to make Letter about Army watch me make a whole live about Jimin” i- *The woman was too stunned to speak* 

And the fact that all of this happened after some dickheads tried to trend some.. things.. That were so very unrelated like.. Who am i? Who are we? Whoa! Because no i still honestly think i’m hallucinating, y’all need to check up on me if i’m stuck in a coma somewhere or something ain’t no way i just witnessed whatever i should even call that? 

I-.. Yeah.. Good for them good for them! Also JK said STREAM FACE!!! (No he didn’t) But he did anygays! Love y’all and love Jikook 💜

[thegettingbyp2]

Love your ff! Can you write a few knoxville x reader in which he cheated on her and she caught him but, with time, the reader forgives him? Thank!

Screw Up

A/N: I've never written anything like this before so I hope this is okay! Writing sad Johnny is one of the hardest things I think I'll ever do!!

When you decided to jump into a relationship with the one and only Johnny Knoxville, you quite literally jumped head first. It was early 2002 and everyone was basking in the success of Jackass. You and Johnny had met on set while you were visiting your best friend, Chris, and had quickly become close, spending as much time together as you could, ending up in the two of you, much like everyone else had predicted, getting together.

For the first few months of your relationship, you were both floating on cloud nine; and then the “honeymoon” phase came to an end and all of a sudden you would both start to get irritated with each other over the smallest things.

You first started to suspect that Johnny might be cheating when he stopped asking you to visit set with him as much and he would start to come home late but you always shook the fear away, knowing that he was busy with the film and the fact that he would quite often go out for drinks with the rest of the guys at the end of the day. Besides he’d always come back home to you and cuddle up to you, peppering you with kisses.

One day, you were sitting on the sofa in the living room of the flat you and Johnny had brought together, scrolling through the channels on the TV until you found an episode of Jackass being played so you put it on and sat back with your coffee, giggling to yourself as you watched Johnny attempt to jump across the “LA River”. Watching him on the TV, you realised that you hadn’t seen your boyfriend since he had left for work the morning before; you got a text from him telling you that he was crashing at Steve-O’s for the night because filming went on late. So, you got up from your seat from the sofa and put your shoes on and grabbed your coat before heading to set.

‘Hey, (Y/N),’ Ryan exclaimed when he saw you walk onto set, running over to you and pulling you in for a hug. ‘Does Knox and Pontius know you’re here?’

‘Not yet, I thought I’d drop by and say hi to everyone. Do you know where PJ is?’

‘Yeah, he’s in his office, said something about having to write up a stunt before it gets approved so he’d actually probably love the distraction right about now.’

‘Thank you!! I’ll come and hang out for a bit when I’ve seen PJ,’ you said as you heading in the direction of the offices. You walked along the corridor until you saw the closed door at the end which you knew belonged to PJ. Knocking lightly, you opened the door and froze when you saw Johnny standing behind his desk, lips connected to another woman’s neck. His hands were gripped onto her legs that were wrapped around his waist and her hands were making quick work of his t-shirt as you watched it be discarded in the corner of the room.

The sound of the door opening made Johnny open his eyes and upon seeing you standing in the doorway, he pulled himself away from the other woman, quickly making his way around the desk to look at you, eyes filled with guilt.

‘(Y/N), I - ’

‘I’ll sleep somewhere else tonight,’ you said quietly as you made to walk out of the room.

‘What? No. (Y/N), we can,’ Johnny began as he reached out and took hold of your wrist lightly, stopping you from leaving.

‘PJ, please,’ you whispered, cutting him off and refusing to look at him at letting him see the tears that were pooling in your eyes. ‘I just need to be on my own tonight.’

He let go of your wrist without a word and let you leave. You walked back the way you came, walking straight into a body. You started to apologise before you looked up and saw Chris standing in front of you. One look at your best friend had you bursting into tears and letting his arms wrap around you, comforting you as best as he could at the moment.

‘(Y/N), hey, what’s wrong? Ryan said you were going to see Johnny so I thought I’d come and say hi.’

‘Can I stay at yours for a few nights. I can’t be around PJ right now,’ you asked, stepping back to look at him and bringing your sleeve up to wipe the tears from underneath your eyes.

‘Yeah, no problem!’

---

You had been staying at Chris’ house for the past two weeks, still not ready to face Johnny. That isn’t to say that Johnny hadn’t tried to talk to you, he’d been ringing and texting you constantly. He hadn’t tried coming to Chris’ house yet because he didn’t know that’s where you were; he thought you might be staying with Chris but when he asked him, Chris had covered for you and said that he had no idea where you were staying.

You and Chris were both laying on the sofa watching comfort films in amongst a huge pile of blankets when you heard the knock on the door. Chris paused the TV and groaned as he stood up and headed to the door and you stayed snuggled in the blankets, blood running cold when you heard Johnny’s voice.

‘Chris, come on man, I know she’s been staying with you, just let me talk to her. Please.’ You heard Johnny say from the door.

‘She doesn’t want to talk to you,’ Chris said simply, ‘and after hearing what you did, I can’t blame her. She told me what you did and I told you not to hurt her.’

‘I know and I hate myself for hurting her, punch me all you want but I know what I’ve done, I just want to talk to her and for her to come home,’ Johnny replied.

‘She’s not ready - ’

‘It’s fine,’ you said, standing a couple of paces behind Chris, still wrapped in a blanket. You couldn’t help the tug at your heart when you saw Johnny; he looked like he hadn’t slept since the day you caught him with the other woman and his eyes were bright red as if he had been crying. When he looked over Chris’ shoulder and saw you it was as if he could finally breathe again and when he started to speak, every word was directed at you.

‘(Y/N), please, I know I don’t deserve a chance to explain myself but I need to talk to you.’

‘(Y/N), if you want me to tell him to leave, I’ll do it, it’s down to you,’ Chris said, turning his body to face you, still handing in between you and Johnny.

‘No, it’s fine, I want to hear what he has to say, thank you though,’ you said to Chris who, after looking at you for a little longer to make sure this was really what you wanted, stepped to the side and let Johnny in.

‘Thank you,’ Johnny said, walking over to you. You simply nodded in response and pulled the blanket tighter around you, all of a sudden conscious of being in a room with Chris and Johnny.

‘I’m going to head out to Ryan’s for a bit, give you two a bit of time on your own to talk. Call me if you need me to come back,’ Chris said, aiming the last sentence around Johnny to you before closing the door quietly behind him. You and Johnny were then plunged into, for the first time since you’d known each other, an uncomfortable silence.

‘Do you want something to drink?’ You asked, feeling the need to break the ice.

‘I’m good, sweetheart,’ Johnny replied, the pet name rolling off of his tongue naturally, making your heart clench, having missed all of the pet names he would call you. The two of you quietly made your way through to the living room where you both sat down on the sofa, keeping a bit of distance between you. You watched as Johnny made to move closer to you but stopped himself at the last minute, clenching his fists at his sides so tightly, you could see his hands shake slightly.

‘So,’ you trailed off, feeling the need to say something but not knowing what you needed to say.

‘(Y/N), sweetheart, I am so sorry,’ Johnny said quickly, filling the silence. ‘I screwed up. I’m not here to ask you to forget about it because I don’t want you to forget about it, I don’t deserve that, I deserve to have you hate me for what I did to you when I promised that I would never hurt you.’

‘Who was she?’ you whispered as you looked down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers. From the corner of your eye you saw Johnny make to reach over to take your hands in his, something he always did when you started pulling at your hands, but he quickly pulled them back again.

‘One of the set assistants. I don’t even know her name. God, I’m a prick.’ He said, running his hands down his face as even more guilt set in.

‘Why did you do it?’ You saw Johnny flinch slightly at your question and you knew that he was hating every second you were making him talk about it but you couldn’t help it, you needed answers.

‘I don’t know. We’d been fighting more, which in no way does it make what I did okay, and I guess I was just trying to get my frustrations out.’ He couldn’t meet your eyes as he spoke and even though, it hurt to hear him talking about him cheating on you, you couldn’t help but feel bad at how guilty he was feeling. You slid closer to him on the sofa, far enough that if he was to move his knee, it would brush yours.

‘Come home.’ Johnny said, his head shooting up to meet yours, when he noticed that you’d moved closer. When you looked at him, you could see the tears that were threatening to fall and you felt tears prick in your own eyes. ‘Sweetheart, I’m miserable and I know that I deserve to feel this way, I know that I shouldn’t even be here and that you should kick me out right now but, God, (Y/N), I want you to come home. I miss waking up to you in the mornings when I’d feel you curl into my side and bury your face in my neck while we would play rock, paper, scissors over who had to leave the bed first to go and make the coffee. I even miss boring Sunday afternoons where I’d sit watching my cartoons and I’d just hold you against my side while you read your book and you would try to tell me what was happening in your book and it would just go straight over my head. I know I don’t deserve to have any of that back but I can’t help it.’

‘Hey, stop it,’ you said thickly as tears had begun to stream down your face as he spoke and you reached out to take his hand in both of yours. His eyes closed softly as he felt your skin on his again and he breathed out shakily as tears started to fall down his cheeks. ‘You need to stop beating yourself up. Yes, what you did was awful and it hurt me more than anything or anyone has ever hurt me before but you don’t deserve to beat yourself up about it, okay? Neither of us were innocent in this.’ Johnny tried to interrupt you after your comment but you didn’t give him the chance, gripping onto his hand tighter. ‘If we hadn’t been fighting as much, this probably would never have happened.’

‘I’m so sorry,’ he said brokenly. ‘If you need more time I’ll give you however much you need, just please say that I haven’t ruined this for good.’

‘Well I have missed the way you make coffee in the mornings,’ you said quietly, smiling slightly at him.

‘Sweetheart, I’d make the coffee in the morning every day for the rest of our lives if it meant you’d come home,’ he said, leaning closer to you.

‘I guess I better pack my bag then,’ you said and before you knew it, Johnny had wrapped his arms around you and dragged you into his lap, hugging you tighter than he had ever hugged you before. ‘I missed you,’ you whispered into his neck as you clung to him, feeling your body relax against his for the first time in what felt like years.

‘God, I love you,’ he whispered back, his hand resting on the back of your neck, holding you carefully against him. You pulled back slightly which made him frown before he realised what you were doing. Bringing one hand up to cup his cheek, you pulled his face closer to yours and met his lips in a soft, wet, tear-stained kiss.

[aeonian-knoxville]

I’m filling your inbox up lmaooo. Could you maybe write married headcannons (like the ones you did for knoxville) but with Chris? Thanks <3

Being Married to Chris Pontius [Headcanon]

thank you sm for requesting this!!<3

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Okay honestly I have no idea why but I feel like the proposal was really casual like “Hey, do you want to get married because I love you and I can really see my future with you” but it was probably like during a really cute intimate moment the two of you were sharing and you’re just like “dude ofc”

Does that make sense?

I also think like Johnny he would go along with what you wanted for the wedding but he would be a little more involved

Like if you wanted something small he’d be like “that’s fine” or if you wanted something extravagant he’d also be like “alright let’s do this”

But he would actually be really involved in planning it like “can we go cake tasting today” or like “I think we should go with this color instead”

Omgg he would definitely keep the honeymoon destination a surprise you’d be like “Chris pleaseeee tell me where we’re going” and he would say something like “The beauty of patience is that it pays off”

Your guys’ house is probably filled with random knickknacks and your furniture probably doesn’t match

Like you guys would just be window shopping and if one of you guys see something you like you’ll just buy it lmao

Goes through your side of the closet and you’re like “what are you doing?” And he’s like “I need an updated wardrobe for Jackass” and you’re like “idek why I’m questioning it” lmaooo

Braiding his hair!! Which brings me to my next point:

We were talking about this in the discord group but this man would fs let you try different hairstyles on him, if you want to paint his nails; go ahead, if you wanted to try a new makeup look; literally would volunteer to let you try it on him

He just seems like the kindest man ever and he’s so thoughtful

Like you cannot tell me he wouldn’t surprise you during the mornings and bring you breakfast in bed

Always reminds you how gorgeous and beautiful you are

I feel like he would plan surprise dates for you because he wants you to know how much he loves and appreciates you

So protective over you!!! but in a good way like he’s just always looking out for you

Have you heard the story of when he went to fight with a guy that threw beer and it landed all over Steve O’s date,, like this man would give his life to protect you

If you wanted to handle your own altercations then he would let you but if he sees someone getting too rowdy for his liking he would definitely step in

Cuddles fs!!! You feel so safe like you never want to leave when you’re in his arms

When you’re sad he would do anything to make you smile like he would switch into Party Boy in a second just to get you to laugh

You probably just stare and admire him because he’s so beautiful and you’re like “damn he’s so hot”

Says the most random things at the most random times like you’ll be eating dinner and he’ll just be like “guess what?” “What?” “Alligators can’t stick out their tongues” and honestly it doesn’t even surprise you anymore because you just know you can never predict what’s gonna come out of his mouth but that’s one of your favorite things about him

I feel like most of the time he’s just really silly with you and just smiling all the time because you’re his favorite person in the world

I can't really picture there being huge arguments because I just can’t imagine you being mad at him idk I really can’t think why there would even be a reason to be upset with him lmaoo

But if there was like a small argument or anything like that he would be serious and just be like “okay let’s talk about”

He wouldn’t yell or get mad he would want to hear you out and would want you to hear him out if there was a disagreement,,, he would just want an actual discussion between the two of you

Once you marry this man people would probably be jealous just because he’s so perfect and they wish they were you

[blues-valentine]

Do do you think Tommy loved Lizzie? Sometimes I go back and forth with that.

This will be a long one. Yes. I think he loved her.

I find interesting how in this fandom there’s only black or white answers to that question. It’s yes or not. He either loved her as a family member or loved her romantically as if those are the only ways you could love someone. I think he loved her romantically but it wasn’t immediate. The reason why I feel people have such a hard time with it it’s because Tommy's love for Grace was drenched in the infatuation/honeymoon phase (and idealization). She was the first woman he had feelings for after the war so there was a lot of romantization to it. Then, his guilt and mourning over losing her and feeling like it was his fault makes it look like Grace was the only woman he could ever love. There’s not just one love of your life.

To answer that question I need to point out the differences in which each romantic interest of Tommy's are framed – it’s important.

Greta was Tommy’s first love. We learn briefly that he stayed with her until she died out of illness. Then, he went to war. We learn in a few occasions he used to be a very decent boy, even romantic and lively. Then there was Grace after the war. He was already dealing with PTSD, substance abuse, etc – she was the "light" he made up in his head. As I said, there was a lot of projection involved there from both sides. Now we move to May – I think Tommy liked her, a mutual attraction if you will, and while I liked their dynamic a lot and I believe he could’ve grown to love her, you could tell that they wouldn’t have lasted because of their social class differences (and Tommy’s work) would always be an issue (similar with Grace). In 405, he tells her "your people" when she questions him about his job, that’s already a distinction he is making about them. Both May and Grace wanted to be with a different Tommy because I don’t think they truly understood why Tommy wanted power and social status.

I don’t count Tatiana or Jessie Eden as love interest because they were more like business assets for Tommy. He slept with them in exchange of something and called it a day. Jessie Eden was interesting – I hate how they made this real historical figure into just another woman Tommy gets into bed. The dynamic should have been left as this woman that imposes Tommy’s views and isn’t charmed by his advances. With Jessie we see Tommy pulling the charming card even thought we know it’s an act. I don’t think she would’ve been able to handle Tommy in a romantic capacity and I don’t think they cared about each other as anything but a political asset to their cause.

Lizzie is a whole another story. She was a constant in every single one of those relationships. I always wondered why Tommy gravitated towards her in every occasion but it’s quiet simple. She was born the same class as Tommy so if there’s someone that knows what being poor is like – it’s her. The conversation between them on 601 about Johnny teaching Ruby how to steal and them smiling about it feels intimate because they know what stealing for food feels like. As opposite to Grace (and sometimes even May) there was not pretense in their relationship, he wasn’t regulating himself to be with her. Out of all of them, she was the closest to his business (illegal and otherwise). She knew the raw side of his business and still wanted him. The thing that drives Lizzie mad on S5 isn’t his business but the distance he created between them. He could’ve trusted her as an active asset to his business like he does with Polly but he couldn’t and i don’t think it was lack of trust because after all, she’s the name successor on his will but I think at this point he wanted to drive people away and was dealing with lack of trust on his own people.

I think Tommy always cared for Lizzie. He obviously was attracted to her and their relationship was so much more than just sex (306 speech told us that) but Tommy gets increasingly more detached and cold as the seasons go on. I do think he wanted Lizzie with him when he remembered Greta (even if he himself didn’t know it at the time) and I think he ultimately married her because she was pregnant and he is a family man at heart. The thing with them is that they never had a honeymoon period. A lot of people think he married her to build an image for his political party but everyone on Birmingham knows Lizzie was a prostitute (and it gets brought up again by Mosley on S6) so I believe it was more for responsibility than image for politics.

I didn’t get the feeling that Tommy loved Lizzie until season 6. On season 5, he was arguably in one of his worst moments mentally. I think he was very possessive of her mostly because he hated the idea of Mosley having something he thinks belongs to him. It was more about power than Lizzie, even thought I still believe he would have protected Lizzie with everything if she was in harms ways by Mosley or others. Season 6 created a level of intimacy that lacked on season 5 (except for that one scene on 505). I felt Tommy was actually trying to appease Lizzie, there was a quiet intimacy between them, he interacted with her as if there was an actual partnership to some degree. Yes, I do think Tommy loved her. I believed him on 605. The problem here is: Tommy realized he loved Lizzie when he knew he was losing her. She has always been there with him. She’s always been a constant. In the whole hotel scene he was trying to connect and even acknowledges "now it’s just you and me" because that’s always been a thing for him but then she learned he slept with Diana so this time he knew he lost her for good. It was when all the realization came to him but it’s late to fix it. I believe he could’ve fought for her and their marriage if he wasn’t under the false pretense that he was dying and he wasn’t going to put Lizzie and Charlie into a situation where they’d have to take care of him. Tommy is prideful. Letting her go was an act of love. The tragedy of their relationship is that he found out way too late that Lizzie was probably the woman he always needed in his life and he tried to show it late.

[pottrcore]

i said some things (that i should never say)

sequel: i said some things (that i should never say) 2

remus lupin x vampire!reader, set in first wizarding war (1979-1980) ; argument drabble like under 1k wc, toxic relationship, mean reader & ooc remus (but i imagine he was more emotional when he was younger), heavy angst (?), and swearing.

first silly little fic thing. i’m just testing the waters — wrote this for some series that i was curious abt but sorta uninterested in now but i like the idea of the argument so here it is. i’m still trying to get in tune with creative writing so bear with the lack of description bcos i love dialogue.

Remus paced the floor of your shared flat quite heavily, and you worried of a draft downstairs. He was angry after getting fired again, going off on tangents and his usual bouts of rage. You figured it would pass, just like the rest. Until he began to speak about some other morose topic.

“Face it. We will never be vindicated. Never be welcomed, never truly accepted. It’s what things like us are destined to.”

“What? What do you mean?” You asked, placing down the dish that you had finished drying down on the kitchen counter.

“Damned Johnny never lifted a pinky, let alone his arse.” He muttered still. “He gets the promotion and I get the sack.”

“No,” you shook your head, “before that. You said ‘things like us’, what is that supposed to mean?”

“S’just rubbish, don’t concern yourself with it.” He waved it off. You pinched your eyebrows together.

“No, tell me.”

You had an inkling of what his true meaning was, and if he had even a thought of that word in his mind, associating both of you to the likes of it, it would not bode well.

He knew it wasn’t nothing. You knew it wasn’t nothing.

“I won’t ask again, Remus.” You hardened your words with finality. “Say it.”

He sighed, an annoyed frown played on his lips. The lines on his forehead wrinkled more prominently than ever, he was troubled.

You set the rag onto a hanger, then walked closer to him.

“Leave it. Now.”

“No!”

That temper of yours began to flare up his nerves. Perhaps it was an oversight to have moved in together after graduation so quickly, but things have been so good as of late. The Order was doing well so far, and James and Lily were on their Honeymoon.

“You said something, and now I want to hear it.” The look in your eyes were daring him to speak. Usually, he couldn’t help but acquiesce to your requests. Who was he to start stopping?

He spoke through gritted teeth. “Monsters. Monsters like us.” Remus looked right back at you. He waited with bated breath for what he knew was coming.

"I am not a monster." You immediately went to jab your finger in the air, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Here we go again.” Remus said, exasperated. “Are you starting? Is that what’s happening now?”

“Oh, acting like you didn’t know this would happen— (“I didn’t!”) — like you—!” You ripped your arm from his grasp, and with the same hand, clutched to your heaving chest, "I am— I am a person! I am human."

"You’re doing this tonight, of all nights—"

"No. You started this, this tirade of bullshit, and you have no right to act like you didn’t. I have never once thought you a monster, and I have worked too hard to convince myself I am not one. So, I refuse to be dragged down that path of self-loathing because you are still in denial of who you are."

"What I am." Remus snapped to correct you, as if it had been of any importance.

"What" You repeated dryly, "you are." And then you chuckled, "you continue to vilify yourself, and see where you end up later in life. Maybe then, you'll have realized what an utter waste of time it all had been; to live in misery, and wallow in this pathetic—"

Remus' eyebrows were pinched together and his neck strained with a vein that remained as he finally cut you off in a rage that built up.

"Don't you talk to me about pathetic! I am not the one gallivanting around like I'm normal! Like you're normal!" He stalked upon you, waving his finger first to himself and then to you.

"I am normal!" You shouted, uncaring of his close proximity. You weren’t afraid of him. You knew that the biggest threat between the two of them was you. The full moon was not nearing for another fortnight and you had fed just this morning, feeling particularly rejuvenated. You thought, just this morning, that you’d be using this energy for something sinful, but it couldn’t seem further from what was going on. "I — am — normal!"

Remus clenched his jaw. His face was florid, displaying a sweaty sheen to his forehead as a cowlick stuck to his temple. He had looked furious and ragged, more so than usual.

"You are a bloodsucking leech that feeds on humans. Does that sound normal to you?" He sneered, drinking in his satisfaction of the hurt that flashed in your eyes as you recoiled back. You refused to avert your watery gaze from his frenzied eyes, and let him continue.

"You crave human blood like a shark in water. Without it, you turn into some sociopathic beast that rips apart everything in sight. You're nothing but a glorified blood thirsty animal, not even recognized as a being. Does that sound like the average behavior of a human being?"

Blood sucking leech.

Sociopathic beast.

Blood thirsty animal.

His words stung you harshly. You haven’t felt so scorned since Hogwarts, before you were welcomed by Lily, Marlene, all the others— Remus. It was harder for vampires to conceal themselves physically, he knew that. He could hide his much easier, blaming his absence on a sick mother, looking normal for the most part until he reached the full moon.

You, on the other hand, had been on an animal diet during Hogwarts, supplied with the blood from Madam Pomfrey, who for the most part was understanding but she winced to see the crimson staining your pale lips. She never reacted to his scars like that.

(You supposed it was the difference in choice. You could choose to deprive yourself of it, choose to die rather than feed, while he would always be subjected to break his bones every full moon.)

You were pale, had elongated canines, and an ice cold constitution. The animal blood had not sustained you as well as human blood would have, substitutions could only go so far.

He’s heard of the names you were called in the halls, to your face, behind your back. And he’s used it against you, brandished it with spite proudly. You stifled the tears.

You wondered bitterly if this was how he had felt the entire time. Disgust and betrayal pooled into your cheeks faster than heat, and you let your anger rear it’s ugly head. Is this what he wanted?

"Rather that than a savage beast."

Words spewed from your mouth, coming out faster than you could even comprehend. It flowed from an ugly place in you, a place that began caging around you heart and building layers back up. Layers that had taken years for him to peel back, and now they were closing back in.

"At least I'm aware of who I feed on. Could you say the same for yourself, Remus? Soulless, evil—"

He said shortly. "Watch it."

"— deserving nothing but death?"

They left your tongue feeling bitter and twisted, and your throat tightened after you had finished. His neck strained with angry veins, fists clenched so hard that drops of blood fell on the hardwood.

A heavy weight burdened over the air that was between the two of you. It was a dense fog of intensity but your glares were harsh enough to filter through it like headlights beaming through, bright enough to blind each other.

It was most horrid and wicked of you, throwing his own father's words into his face. The words that haunted him since that morning after Greyback's attack. It followed him through his days and especially during his transformations. He heard them when he was alone and he heard it when he was in crowds of unsuspecting people.

You paled. The realization hit you. How could you say that? You knew he was still having trouble with his self image, his self worth, and it related so closely to you, you once had thought it was endearing to share something so intimate between you both. But now it seemed that it was a double edged sword, bound to cut each other.

Regret began to coagulate in the center of your core, and as a few minutes passed by during the silence, you inhaled sharply before trying to speak.

"Remus, I—"

You could only see the back of his head and then the shoddy paint on the wooden door, in all of it's peeled, contemptuous glory.