#Happy Birthday Johnny

[babbymochiiii]

🔞BIRTHDAY SURPRISE: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎pairing: idol! Johnny x afab! reader

↪︎genre: smut, fluff, romance

↪︎warnings: established relationship, johnny getting blind folded, oral (m), unprotected sex (y’all wrap it up pls), dick riding, dom johnny, sub reader, daddy count (1), dirty talk, Johnny coming inside of reader, pet names; hers: angel, baby; his: baby

↪︎synopsis: you give Johnny a birthday surprise 🎁

↪︎word count: 1.7k

note ✨: Happy birthday to Johnny!!! 🥳 decided to write this fic that’s been brewing in my mind for a bit just because 🤷🏼 and besides it’s straight to the point 😂🫶🏼

requests are open! 🤎

divider credit @chaefilm 🖤

“You’re blind folding me?” Johnny lets out with a chuckle as he goes along with whatever you have planned.  

“It’s part of your birthday surprise.” You giggled as you finished off tying the red silk ribbon around his head as you straddled his lap.  

“And what could that birthday surprise be?” Johnny hummed sensually as he placed his hands on your hips.  

“You just gotta wait and find out.” you whispered in his ear as you gave him a small kiss at the shell of his ear.  

Goosebumps formed around the base of Johnny’s neck down to his arm as his grip on your hips tightened. “You’re teasing...” he realized.  

“Of course, I am... I gotta build the tension while I have you blinded folded.” you said as you slowly climbed off his lap and towards his hardened length that happily sits high against the air leaking beads of pre cum, waiting for attention of its own.  

You came face to face with Johnny’s tip. A strangled moan leaves his lips as he felt your warm breathing hit his shaft causing for a shiver to run through his body. Before he could protest to you, you started to kitten lick his tip, causing him to throw his head back in ecstasy at the feeling.  

You continued to kitten lick, enjoying the look of pleasure and torment that started to wrap around Johnny’s facial expression. Johnny bucked his hips up trying to gain some sort of other type of stimulation as he knew that he didn’t like you teasing him with such small licks.  

“Tsk, you’re getting needy.” you retorted as you started to fist his shaft.  

With a groan, Johnny bucked up at the sensation. “Watch your tone angel. I may be blind folded but that doesn’t mean you have the reigns completely.” he said between teeth as he felt you take as much of his length into your mouth.  

“Mmm, you’re always more talk than action anyways baby.” you mumbled as you gasped up for air before going back down and bobbing your head just the way Johnny likes it.  

Johnny sat up as much as he could without hurting both you and him and wrapped his fingers in your hair pulling you off of him. “Don’t tempt me angel, you know I’ll make you regret it.”  

“Regret it? More like make me love it.” you said as you gave him a somewhat fucked out smile.  

“Tsk, you’re a brat, you knew that?” johnny sneered as he blindly guided you back to what you were doing.  

Happily going back to business, you started to deep throat Johnny, causing you to gag around his length as you tried to control your breathing.  

Johnny felt the way you swallowed around him causing him to groan and tighten his grip on your hair. Making your eyes tear up even more as you continued to push down on him before pulling away, causing strings of saliva to connect from the tip to your mouth.  

“I didn’t say you could stop.” Johnny said as he pushed your head back down on his shaft and started to face fuck you, not showing you any sort of mercy.  

“Fuck angel your throat is so tight.” Johnny moaned out as he held you down to where the tip of your nose touched the base of his shaft.  

You tapped Johnny’s thigh, signaling to him to need to breath, to which he lets you up and lets you catch your breath. As you tried to go back down on him, Johnny pulled your head back.  

“I’m not cumming like this. Ride me.” he ordered, not leaving any room for discussion.  

You bit your lip as you tried to suppress the smile on your face. “Yes, daddy.” you said as you straddled his lap once again.  

Once situated, you take hold of his shaft and align him to your entrance. You slowly sink down, making the two of you moan out at the sensation of your joining.  

“Soaking wet as always.” Johnny comments as he felt your slick trinkle down from between your folds to his base.  

A moan leaves your lips as his words as you slowly started to fuck yourself.  

You held onto his shoulders to level yourself as you started to pick up speed just as the pleasure started to become deliciously intense. Not being able to hold back anymore, Johnny takes hold of your hips as slams you down. This causes you to arch your back and moan out in pleasure at the sensation.  

He held you in place as he started to fuck up into you, completely getting lost in the pleasure. You couldn’t complain as this was exactly what you wanted from him. “F-fuck angel you feel so fucking good.” He moans as he bit his bottom lip.  

With how intense he was fucking you, the blind fold started to fall down from its original position. Not like either of you cared that it came off, just the intense eye contact that was happening could cause goose bumps to form on your skin.  

When the blind fold came off, Johnny could see the pleasure written all over your face as you looked at him. He saw the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head before you threw your head back as strings of moans leave your lips.  

Johnny took hold of your waist and flipped both of you over to where he was on top of you, not once coming out of you. He continued his brutal pace inside of you making you see stars.  

“So beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous my angel.” Johnny moaned out as he started to see how fucked out you were becoming. 

“Mmhm, y-yes…” you trailed off as you moaned.  

“Dumb on my cock already angel?” Johnny teased as he started to tweet with your harden nipples.  

“Y-yes — “a moan coming from you cut you off as Johnny’s hand trails down to your clit, squeezing it between his fingers.  

“Hmmm, just how I like to see you.” Johnny mumbled to himself as he watched the way you react to his touch.  

Johnny’s eyes trail down from your face to where you both join together. Seeing the way, you sucked him inside of you had him going feral inside. He pulled out of you, causing you to whimper at the lost feeling of being full.  

“Just for a moment baby, I need you to turn for me, okay?” Johnny said as he helped you turn onto your stomach.  

Automatically, you arched your ass up off of the bed giving Johnny a full show of your pussy, slick coming out of it for how good he was fucking you.  

“Fuck angel, look at the way you’re dripping.” Johnny says as he takes hold of your ass cheeks and spreads them apart so he could get a better view of your wet entrance.  

“J-Johnny please…” you whine as you pushed yourself against him.  

A slap landed right on your ass, causing you to jolt forward with a moan. “Patience.”  

You whimpered as you looked over your shoulder to see Johnny completely mesmerized by the sight before him.  

Johnny delivered a couple more slaps before kneading the tender flesh in his hands. He leaned down and placed kisses along your ass cheeks before he bit into one, making you moan loudly.  

Aligning himself with your entrance, Johnny thrusted himself into you in one go delivering the fullness you’ve been trying to regain back.  

Johnny continued the brutal pace from before, chasing the high within both of you that he knew was around the corner.  

“I-I’m…” you trailed off as you stuffed your head between the pillows below you as the pleasure was too much to bear with.  

“Fuck yourself on my cock angel.” A hiss escapes through his lips as you start to move yourself along his shaft, chasing the height that’s building up tightly.  

With a twitch from your walls and one last thrust on Johnny’s cock, you found your legs shaking in pleasure causing them to give out.  

Johnny followed your movement. He pressed himself deeper inside of you due to the position of you laying down completely on the bed. He continued thrusting into you hastily helping you through your orgasm, causing some overstimulation, as he chased after his own high.  

You felt like you were on cloud nine as Johnny brought you into overstimulation. Small, whiny moans leave your lips as he continued.  

You felt Johnny’s cock twitch inside of you, signaling that he’s about to release his load.  

“Angel, fuck I’m so close.” Johnny groaned out as he continued.  

“Inside.” You mumbled into the pillows.  

Johnny took hold of your hair and pulled your head back. “What was that angel?” He whispered into your ear.  

Chills run down your back as goosebumps rise onto your skin. “I-inside of me baby please.” You cried as you felt you were close to a second orgasm.  

“Fuck baby…you drive me crazy.” Johnny said as he brought his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue inside of your mouth to dominate the kiss.  

Lost in the kiss, you felt the sensation in your stomach tighten once again causing you to clench around Johnny. 

“Mmgh, fuck!” Johnny moaned out of the kiss as he started to release his load.  

As you felt the hot strands of his cum inside of you, you came around his cock for the second time tonight.  

Johnny put his weight on his arms so he wouldn’t fully collapse on you. Slowly, Johnny moved to the side, careful not to hurt you as he was still inside of you. He brought the two of you to your sides where he pushed the hair that clung onto your sweat damp forehead away from your face.  

Johnny softly caressed your arm; this causes you to stir slightly at the gentle sensation. Groggily, you opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder to see Johnny smiling down at you with a gentle smile. 

“Happy birthday baby.” you said softly as you took hold of his hand.  

“Thank you for the birthday surprise angel.” Johnny said as he placed a tender kiss on your shoulder.  

With one last shared kiss, the two of you drifted off into sleep content with another successful birthday surprise.  

ummm thANK YOU TO MY 100+ FOLLOWERS!? ☹️🖤 honestly to see that so many of you like what I write is enough but to see that many of you following me makes me cry in joy 😭🫶🏼 thank you thank you thank youuuuu you guys encourage me 🖤

But I hope you guys enjoyed this fic! Had to give Johnny something for his birthday (ofc he ain’t seeing this cause— well 💀)

So much love from me to you MWAH MWAH 😚🖤

— mochi 🕷️

[glxdioli]

happy birthday to one of the most spectacular guitarists of all time, he's one of the guitarists that have inspired me and I'd die for him and I love him in a totally normal way

[gumnut-logic]

John Tracy hated taking public transport.

He hated the cramped seats, the invasion of his personal space, the fact the bus stopped every few minutes to pick up more passengers and the noise.

It was stressful, annoying and far too full of people.

But the astrolabs were too far from the dorm to hike it or bike it, so bus it was.

He mapped out the most direct route, left early to avoid the crowds and handled it the best he could. Earphones helped and he never travelled without his tablet and a network connection.

He made do.

He made do for over a year. Every morning and every night.

The work was fascinating and he thoroughly enjoyed it. He considered getting a car, but it wasn’t practical and parking was non-existent, so he stuck with the bus.

Despite the fact he hated it.

Every trip he buried himself in his own world whether it be his work, research, a good book or even a movie. He shut the world out and more importantly anyone who sat next to him.

Sometimes this was not possible.

Because sometimes they spoke to him.

John had been brought up polite. His grandmother would have slapped his wrist if she found out he was ignoring people. So, he always replied. Often concisely, but always watching his manners.

That often opened the floodgates. Because if there was anything common between big cities it was the people who were lost in them, desperately alone in a sea of faces.

John liked being alone to a certain extent, but he was blessed with a close and large family.

Some people had no one.

So, ever so reluctantly, he found himself answering their call for help.

The first was Mrs Bucklin. She was a tiny woman, well dressed, but slightly scented with mothballs as if her clothes hadn’t been out of the closet in a long time.

She sat right beside him and immediately enquired as to what he was doing.

At the time he was coding a new game and her sharp voice startled him enough for his fingers to slip and enter a chain of commands he had not intended. He would have sworn if he was alone, but the program righted itself and the new commands, instead of corrupting and crashing the function, actually appeared to improve it. He frowned and hastily input some bridging structures so the code wouldn’t fragment, idly wondering if the error would improve the game, ruin it, have him need to rewrite the whole section or be the spark that would initiate sentience.

Great, his tablet would rise up and eat him while he was distracted by a random bus passenger.

She did apologise and he did reassure her that it was all okay in the hope she would let him be.

She didn’t.

He learnt she had three cats, a niece in another country (he didn’t gather which because the woman’s pronunciation defied translation), that she had lost her son in the Global Conflict, she liked his hair (that was a first) and that he looked like an intelligent young man.

He acknowledged her quietly and politely as he eyed his code and the results of an initial compile test. How did it do that?

Her cats were named Scottie, Gordy and Allie.

He did blink at that, but didn’t comment.

Eventually, she said goodbye and got off the bus at her stop.

He would have forgotten about her, except she sat next to him the next day and the day after that.

Apparently, this was her route to work, and he was such a polite young man.

Three weeks later she admitted he made her feel safe just by being there. She had been mugged three times in her life and public transport was as much a bane for her as it was for him.

He actively kept an eye out for her after that.

Gus was a different matter.

Gus didn’t have a home and he often rode the bus just for the air conditioning and comfort.

He sat on the other side of the walkway to John. He didn’t say much and would likely have never said anything if it hadn’t been for the gang of boys who decided to throw verbal potshots at him one day.

John had had an all-nighter with exams coming up, so he was cranky. His latest project had stalled – the same game he had been tackling when Mrs Bucklin had startled him. The core of the program had become a little unpredictable and he couldn’t work out why.

So, when a group of teenagers crawled to the back of the bus and started needling a fellow passenger, it was not only a situation where the innocent man appeared to need a bit of a rescue, but it also pissed John off.

There were four of them. Teenagers flocked in groups apparently. He’d never been one for that formation himself, but he knew of them, had encountered them and Virgil had kicked a few of their asses for him.

John was in college now.

He could kick his own fair share of ass quite happily.

“Leave the man alone, or I will call the police.” He raised his voice, but not his head, transmitting all the body language of how beneath his notice they were and how he might respond if they didn’t comply.

“Mind your own business, kook!”

There was always a brave one amongst the group, usually the ringleader, the head dickhead.

At least they were only teenagers.

This time he did look up and put all that communication theory into the coldest stare possible. “Excuse me?”

All four of them froze. Hell, they couldn’t be older than fifteen, somewhere between Gordy and Alan. If either of his brothers acted like this, there were three older brothers who would quite firmly re-educate them on proper conduct.

Not that he thought either of his younger brothers would do such a thing.

In any case, all four of them stared at him wide-eyed. The eldest swore and climbed out of his seat just as the bus pulled up at the next stop. He snarled at John as he stalked past, spitting profanities. His cohorts followed and they climbed off the bus.

It was lovely and quiet after that and John went back to tackling his misbehaving program.

“Thank you, sir.”

John blinked up at the unkempt man who had been the centre of the teenagers’ torment.

A small smile. “You’re welcome.”

Was this variable being changed by the program itself? How the hell could it do that?

He didn’t fail to notice after that incident that Gus, as he introduced himself the next time they met, always sat near John on his rides, morning or evening.

John met other people. Mrs Magarey and her three young children always needed a hand with her pram. John sometimes took advantage of this and stuck the pram in the footwell of the seat next to him so no-one could sit there.

That made Mrs Bucklin sit behind him and whisper her stories in his ear.

He wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with that either.

Two other students from his faculty took the same bus as well. Ridley was in the year behind him and always had a friend on the phone. She chattered a lot and he learnt to tune her out.

Well, until the day he boarded the bus and found her crying into her tablet.

She had lost her entire thesis in a computer crash. He was polite. He enquired and she answered, staring up at him as if she had never seen him before. Which was entirely possible. John didn’t like to draw attention to himself.

He accompanied her off the bus that day and delved into her damaged computer. He dug up her thesis and she gushed all over him, even crying into his sweater.

He hugged her awkwardly and wished her all the best.

After that, she always said hello and had a smile for him.

John smiled back, but his program was still not behaving. It acted as if it had a mind of its own and it was very distracting.

Mrs Bucklin said it sounded like cat number two, Gordy. Never behaving, but always loveable.

John stared at her when she said that, and wondered if she knew more than she was letting on.

The day Virgil landed in the seat beside him on the way to the labs startled him enough to drop his tablet.

“Hey, Johnny.”

He fumbled between the seats for the device. “Don’t call me Johnny.”

“Sorry.” But he could tell Virgil was anything but.

His fingers touched the cool metal of his tablet and he scrabbled for it. “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t a brother drop in on his brother to see how he is doing?”

John eyed him. If it was Scott sitting next to him or Gordon, he might have been suspicious of any double meaning his brother might be communicating. But this was Virgil and although the engineer had a sense of humour that could cut when necessary, this wasn’t his style.

“I guess he can. But why the bus?”

Virgil shrugged. “Didn’t catch you early enough. Barely caught the bus behind you. I thought your classes didn’t start until later.”

“They don’t.”

“Then why are you up so early?”

It was John’s turn to shrug. “Just avoiding the crowds, I guess.”

Virgil eyed him with a slightly worried frown.

“And who is this lovely young man who has taken my seat?”

Oh god.

Virgil stared up at Mrs Bucklin as she bustled in to sit behind them.

An internal sigh. “Mrs Bucklin, this is my brother Virgil.”

“Your brother?” She eyed Virgil as if inspecting him for sale. “Doesn’t look like you at all. Where’s the red hair?”

Virgil arched a dark eyebrow.

“Nevertheless, Mrs Bucklin, Virgil is my older brother.”

“Then how come we haven’t met before? You’ve been travelling this route for a year now and we haven’t seen hide or hair of him.” She continued to glare at Virgil as if he was a threat.

Virgil was shifting in his seat, his expression decidedly wary.

“Virgil has been assisting my father on a project. He’s an engineer. I’m unsure what he is doing here right now.”

“Hmph, well, in my opinion, he should have been here earlier.” She addressed Virgil directly. “Did you know your sweet little brother has been a bastion of this bus route, defending and assisting all?”

What?

John’s head shot up. “Mrs Bucklin-“

“Don’t you go all humble pie on me, young man. I saw what you did to those teenagers and how you help young Mollie every week. That girl is going to work herself into an early grave. And poor Gus, you’ve given him a new reason to try. Did you know he has enrolled himself in a course? Got himself a grant from the government and everything. Got help from that employment assistance group. Not to mention that doe-eyed young student who stares at you with love hearts floating about her head. I don’t know what you did for her, but I have no doubt she would do anything for you if you asked.” She turned back to Virgil, accusation in her eyes. “Why haven’t you been looking after your brother?”

Virgil’s wide eyes darted between John and the older woman.

John had no idea what to say.

“Well?” Mrs Bucklin’s glare was determined.

“Ah-“

“Is this man harassing you?”

John looked up to see Gus looming over Virgil.

You know, the Virgil who lifted weights that weighed more than his brothers on a daily basis.

John frowned. Gus had a new coat on and was looking much healthier than the last time he paid attention. “No, Gus. This is my older brother Virgil.”

And Virgil was subjected to another staring glare. “Doesn’t look like your brother.”

What?!

“I can assure you that he is indeed my caring older brother and he is not neglecting me in any way.”

Gus grunted, still glaring at Virgil. He nodded in John’s direction. “Make sure he eats more. He’s too skinny.”

That started Mrs Bucklin off again. “My goodness, yes. John you do not eat enough. Have you tried any of those recipes I recommended?”

Gus was still eyeing Virgil.

Virgil appeared to be regretting several recent life choices.

“I’m fine, Mrs Bucklin.” He raised his hands. “And both of you, Virgil is not responsible for my wellbeing.”

His tablet beeped. A glance and he found a text message from Ridley. You okay over there?

He looked up and found her at the other end of the bus staring back at him worriedly.

A sigh.

A flick of his fingers. I’m fine.

He turned back to Virgil who was literally cornered, only for his tablet to chime again.

You free tonight?

Oh, for the love of-

“Guys, Virgil is my big brother. He looks after me. He cares. I’m fine. He’s here for a visit. I don’t know why yet. Stop glaring at him.”

Gus grunted again and wandered off to his seat. He didn’t stop eyeing John’s brother for a second.

Mrs Bucklin let off a slightly miffed sound before leaning back in her seat. “He better. Or I have a mind to bring Scottie with me next time. Or maybe Gordy. To teach him a lesson.”

What the hell?

“No need, Mrs Bucklin. I assure you.”

Virgil was staring at John as if he wasn’t sure what planet he was on.

John sighed.

Yeah, he hated public transport.

It was stressful, annoying and far too full of people.

His tablet pinged again. This time it was the program he was working on. It was claiming it was dawn despite the fact the sun had risen an hour ago. He let out an exasperated hiss.

Virgil was still staring at him.

Damn public transport.

-o-o-o-

[imnotrosiee]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHNNY!!

happy birthday to this funny and handsome man, i hope you can enjoy your birthday and have fun!!

chat, i cant believe hes 30😭😭

sorry for being a little late...

[hanakotsugumi]

[gay-caveman]

surprise birthday party :)

[darrycurtisismywife]

Things I love about Johnny Andrew Cade

Absolute cinnamon roll

Adorable

Law abiding-ish

Told Dally to stop harrasing Cherry and Marcia

Saved the kids

Good friend

Looked after Ponyboy

Was smart when he said they needed to change their looks and hairstyles

Let Pony use his legs as a pillow

Stabbed Bob

I want to use his legs as a pillow

I'm tired and this is all I can think of at the moment. I'll add more when I think of more.

HAPPY BIRHTDAY JOHNNY! I know I'm a day late, for me its two days since different time zones and all tha shit but still.

[jdepppp]

Happy 60th Birthday Johnny!❤️

[darlingicarus]

to happy days, now and forever

wrote a lil something for johnny's birthday <3 it's fluffy and cute enjoy <3

also on ao3

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A moment of silence. The hot breath on her shoulder. His chrome arm lay loosely around her waist. V loved waking up in the mornings, next to him. Johnny Silverhand - fully alive and real and warm.

V knew he was busy, helping Kerry with music stuff, helping Vik with the clinic since he saved Johnny’s life, and helping her with any of her merc work if needed. He’s been thriving since being back in his own body. He even stopped smoking - for her, he said - and it shows, his face having rounder cheeks and his body filling out more after he stopped with the cigs.

V loved these quiet mornings when he was still asleep. She loved looking at his face, all the little scars and marks, and just seeing how absolutely peaceful he looked. She couldn’t help herself, so she placed her palm on his cheek, rubbing gentle circles with her thumb.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she whispered.

Johnny groaned in response, “Don’t wanna.”

V moved some of the hair that fell into Johnny’s face as he talked, “C’mon, old man. It’s an important day.”

“It’s my day and I wanna spend it sleeping.”

V laughed and untangled herself to get out of bed, he may wanna spend the day in bed, but she had important stuff to do, more specifically - important stuff to do for him.

“Where ya goin’? I thought I said to stay in bed?”

“You only said you wanted to stay sleeping, I got stuff to do, old man.”

“Do you have to call me an old man?”

“Today? Yes.”

He let out another groan, “Go do your stuff, birdie, I’ll be here.”

“You’ll come to the Coyote when I call?”

“Course. Not doin’ anything else, today.”

“I’ll see you tonight then.” She blew him a kiss before the door shut.

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Johnny received her call around seven in the evening. He left the building and got into his car. Thank fuck too because damn, he was bored. Ever since he was back in his own body, he hated the thought of being alone. When he was just an engram on a chip, V was there all the time. Now? Sometimes he felt a sense of loneliness and dread when he didn’t have company.

He enjoyed keeping busy while she was handling merc work without him. He helped Kerry a little with anything music-related and sometimes they just chilled and jammed out together. He was excited about Kerry’s new tour, but that meant more time on his hands so he also started helping Vik.

His work for Vik was a bit more - the guy saved his damn life after all. Johnny helped him sort any new medical supplies or cyberware that would arrive, mostly busy work, but Vik was a good guy. Sometimes, on lighter days, he’d teach Johnny boxing too. Misty wasn’t all bad either. He remembered Jackie saying in V’s memories how sweet she was and he was right. She’d help Vik out with patients sometimes or just come down and chat with them. Even all her tarot talk was tolerable.

Before he knew it, he was in front of the El Coyote Cojo. It seemed dark, like it was closed. V did say to go to the Coyote, right? He wasn’t sure, but then he saw a little sign in front of the door saying “private party.” Guess that must be for him.

He walked in, the bar was the most dark and quiet he’d ever seen it. A little chilling, actually. That is until he walked a few more steps in - 

All the lights and music turned on, along with a shower of confetti and a chorus of “SURPRISE,” from people getting out of their hiding spots.

He took off his aviators, tucking them into his shirt. A big smile plastered on his face. Everyone that he knew and cared about was here. He saw V way in the back, a smile on her face. He started making his way towards her, but was stopped by a hand hitting his shoulder.

“Lookin’ good, man! Happy birthday, Johnny!” Kerry had a big grin on his face, something that was becoming more normal for him, which in turn made Johnny happy too.

“Thanks, Ker. You look good too. Tour prep almost done?”

“Yup, leavin’ in a week or so. You gonna be okay?”

“Yea, Vik’ll keep me busy.”

“You know, Johnny… It’s really good to see you doing good.”

Johnny didn’t know what to say to that, but Rogue came up from behind before he could come up with something, “Kerry’s right, Johnny. It’s nice seeing you do so good. V’s been good to you.”

“She’s the best.”

“Mhmm. Just know, if I ever hear about you making her cry, it’ll be me coming after you.” She had a playful, but stern expression on her face.

“Think she’d kill me before you even get a whisper of something happenin’, Rogue.” They both let out a chuckle.

“True, but you came back from the grave, didn’t you? I’ll find a way to kill you again. Happy birthday, Johnny.”

Johnny looked towards the corner where he saw V standing before, but she wasn’t there anymore. His eyes traveled through the party, Mama Welles was talking to Vik and MIsty at the bar, but Pepe wasn’t in his usual spot behind the bar.

As he walked up to them, Mama Welles got up from her seat.

“Mijo, you’re looking healthier.” She grabbed his face in her hands, “I’m glad. Come by anytime for some food, huh? We’ll get you filled out in no time. Ah! Tell V she’s welcome as well."

“Thanks, Mama Welles. I will.”

A gentle look crossed her face, “You two make a good couple. I’ll be off then, more people to talk to.” She left with a tap on his arm as she went.

He took the seat next to Vik

“Ah, birthday guy himself.” He clapped him on the back, “Happy birthday.”

Misty poked her head up, Johnny could only just see her over Vik’s head, “Happy birthday, Johnny!”

“Thanks, you two. We got another shipment comin’ tomorrow, right?”

Vik let out a laugh, “Thinkin’ about work right now? It’s your fucking birthday! Forget it. I’ll handle tomorrow, sleep in with your girl, ‘kay?”

Johnny couldn’t help the smile, “Thanks, Vik. Speakin’ of party, where’s Pepe? Kinda wanted a shot.”

“Dunno,” was all Vik said as he reached behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of tequila and a shot glass, “He can yell at me later if he wants, have a shot.”

Johnny downed it, the familiar taste sliding down his throat. Drinking was more of a special occasion for him now, his birthday being one of them.

“Thanks, Vik, Misty. Gonna go find V now, take care.”

Vik nodded and Misty smiled as he got up from the bar stool. His eyes roamed over the party searching for his birdie as the lights dimmed.

The first notes of the happy birthday song started as he saw V coming down the stairs, a cake in hand, sparklers coming off of it, and a few candles on it. He also saw Pepe behind her, so that’s where he ran off too.

V stopped in front of him, cake in hand, the song everyone was singing blurred into the background as he focused on her, “Happy birthday, Johnny. Make a wish!”

The cake looked beautiful, strawberry shortcake, a favorite of his, and made with real strawberries too. Not any of that gross synthberry shit. Must’ve cost a lot, explained how busy V had been lately - more jobs for more eddies to get him this beautiful cake.

He kept staring at the cake, no wish coming to mind - until, finally - he closed his eyes for a second before blowing the candles out.

V set the cake down on the table that was beside them. She got a little bit of the frosting on her thumb and before he could react, she put it on his nose with a laugh.

And she looked absolutely radiant.

Johnny grabbed some of the frosting with a finger and put it on her nose while she was still laughing.

Her gasp was exaggerated, “Hey!”

“You did it to me!”

“It’s your birthday, old man!”

Johnny chuckled at that, “Fine.”

And then he was looking at her again, and thought about what he wished for, and he had to say something.

“Valerie?”

“Yea?”

“I love you.”

The look in her eyes said everything he needed to know, but she still responded back - 

“I love you too. Happy birthday, Johnny.”

[korosevren]

I’m later than usual today, but I have two birthdays!

I have:

Prince Caspian,

From: “The Chronicles of Narnia”

And

Johnny Lawrence

From: “The Karate Kid”

(He’s also in “Cobra Kai”)

[luisamariatraumer]

30 DAYS IDOL CHALLENGE:

JOHNNY DEPP

YEP! THE TIME HAS COME!!

I have always wanted to do this challenge but I was waiting for a special occasion and a special person to honor.

So, in honor of his 60th birthday, I am finally doing this.

If anyone wants to join me, you are welcome (dont be shy :D )

I will start these posts on May 10th so it will finish on June 8th (the day before his bday) cause I am planning a special post for the 9th.

Here it is, the list

[jvkeslvr]

hbd johnny! i love you 🥰

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOHNNY SUH! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧

[musicandoldmovies]

St. Vincent - Happy Birthday, Johnny

final song of the Johnny trilogy

[nickelodeonshows]

The Johnny Show: Johnny Shaves

[hanakotsugumi]

[dalekinapaintedparadise]

Sometimes I'm having a good day, and then I remember that Johnny told V, "Thought of you gone so I could live, always scared me more," and I'm back to crying about them again.