#Johnny is a parrot

[dojae-huh]

Never judge a situation by one picture or two. I've already seen TaeDo shippers writing sad comments because Tae stood away from the married couple giving Do priority. In this video Do shows Tae his mini flower bouquet, and Tae smiles.

Heh, Do stretched his arm ready to put in on Jae's back moving nearby.

Johnny isn't as considerate as Tae and at first grabbed Jae by the waist, but shifted his hand away later (same video).

I like this angle. Tae seems to be with the group. Also, it reflects the relationships and characters as well. Do making sure to grab Jae's head right away. Ten being on JN's side. Woo posing but without feeling the need to come too close (they already have group photos, this one is for the media than for themselves).

And why do JaeDo have identical masks on (I checked, same model, not just colour)? Just wondering...

Taedo and JohnTen sitting side by side. Also follows their friendship mini-groups. TaeDo waving Jaehyun goodbye.

I hope Doyoung had time for Taeyong, bestie doesn't look too good these past days...

[bravo4iscool]

What's up bestieeeee <3

I saw your call for request and ideas and I SHALL PROVIDE.

How would the TF141 react to getting a pet (feel free to choose what kind of pet, depending what pet person you think they are!)

And how would they behave as a pet parent? 👀

If you don't write for all of them, just do the ones you feel like!!

Have a lovely night 🩷

~ Fi 🐝

AHHH THANKS FOR THIS REQUEST!!! i love it very much🤭

i hope you like the kind of animals i gave them hahah (i’m sorry it’s so short)

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

simon “ghost” riley

“come on boy,” simon urged and patted the spot beside him on the couch. “c’mere.” riley raised his head and looked at his owner. he tilted his head and blinked.

“d’nt look a’me that way,” simon laughed and shook his head. “c’mere boy.” he patted the spot on the couch again and this time the shepherd dog complied and raised to his feet.

he jumped onto the couch and set his head on simon’s lap. “atta boy,” the man mumbled and started crawling him behind his ears. “you as lazy as i’m, huh?” simon smirked as he fumbled with the tv remote to put the game on.

once the tv was on and the game running simon laid his head back and sighed. this morning he woke up—petless—and now he had a furball on his couch, more precisely, half on his lap and life couldn’t be better.

he wasn’t alone anymore, he had company—one who didn’t annoy the shit outta him like johnny—and he had someone to talk to, even if riley wasn’t human. it definitely felt better to talk to a dog than to a wall.

johnny “soap” mactavish

“y’pissin’ with me ri’now johnny, aren’t ya?” simon blinked, staring at the animal in front of him.

“absolutely not, me frend,” soap grinned, proudly standing beside his parrot. “meet ghoapie. he’s me parrot.”

simon massaged his temple a took a deep breath. “a parrot? with the name ghoapie?” the brit stared at his best friend, not knowing what the hell to think right now. he knew johnny was…weird but not this weird.

“yea.” pride was clear in soap’s voice and his grin stayed on his face even tho simon looked like he wanted to jump through a window and get himself killed.

“imma kill y’johnny. i’m actually gon’ kill ya.”

soap faked a hurt look and grabbed his chest in a dramatic manner. “why’d ye do that?”

simon’s eyes widen and he pointed at the bird. “because ya got yourself a fuckin’ parrot! how d’ya think this gon’ work out?”

soap frowned and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “ye have a dog. why can’t i have a parrot?”

simon opened his mouth to answer but then the parrot interrupted. “ye why,” he croaked, gaining an annoyed look from simon.

kyle “gaz” garrick

“oh won’t you look at yourself,” gaz cooed as he crawled the little kittens chin, keeping her close to his chest. “oh you’re just the cutest.”

gaz sat down on his couch and carefully sat the kitten down beside him. then he looked at him. “well, what am i gonna name you, huh?”

he started crawling the kitten again, smiling when it started to purr. it looked up at gaz, its eyes fixated on the dog tags around his neck.

then, with a leap it jumped upon his chest and its claws started to toy with said dog tags around gaz’s neck. he laughed and gently grabbed it to pull it away. “i know they‘re called dog tags but they‘re not real dogs, y‘know?“ he looked at the little kitten and tilted his head. “maybe that‘s what i should call ya. you wanna be called tags?“

the name sounded stupid, it really did but it also had a certain ring to it, gaz thought. but the kitten started reaching out for his dog tags again and another laugh escaped him. “that‘s a final thing then! welcome home tags!“ gaz set tags down and reached for the real dog tags around his neck.

the kitten started reaching for it again and jumped around when gaz started to play with the tags. he held them in his hand, swinging them around in the air until the little kitten was able to catch them.

captain john price

“finished,“ the captain mumbled as he took a step back. the aquarium was all set up and now only the inhabitant was missing. he turned around and grabbed the small box which stood on his desk. “time to give ya a new home little fella.“ he opened the box and carefully lowered it into the aquarium to set the fish inside free.

then suddenly his door busted open and soap stalked in. „ye know i thought ghost was pissin‘ with me when he told me ye got a goldfish—“ his eyes feel onto the aquarium. “—but i guess he was right…“

“hello to you too soap,“ price grumbled and pulled his hand back. he wiped it dry on his shirt and set the box down on his desk again. “and yes, i did get a goldfish.“

soap blinked at his captain, then at the goldfish happily swimming around in his new home. “i always thought ye was a dog person. a goldfish is…a weird choice.“

price huffed, “says the one who got a parrot.“ soap wanted to shoot something back but then simon walked in and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“i told ya i was right. y‘know my ears may not be t‘best anymore but my eyes work j‘st fine.“ there was a hint of offence in his voice as he looked at soap, raising one eyebrow.

soap rolled his eyes and mumbled, “ye were right.“

simon grinned under his mask, “thanks.“

[meatriarch]

[presidenttyler]

mr president have you ever thought about going by jack tyler. or johnny tyler. just wondering

not really, johnny is too juvenile and i don't like jack. the only good jack was the ripper.

[peachesofteal]

Cool Girl

Ghoap x female reader / 18+ / previous

The sunrise stabs under your eyelids with malicious intent.

You don’t have much of a hangover, but your face is still puffy, under eyes swollen. You’ve been crying all night, and it’s painfully obvious.

Not to mention the lack of sleep. The vomit induced by your overwhelming anxiety, the bile still scorching your throat. You haven’t slept more than an hour. You look like the walking dead.

You tried to have a serious talk with yourself around two o’clock in the morning. You told- no you promised- yourself you’d leave well enough alone. You’d put them out of your mind. You’d move on.

They never wanted you. So why are you so insulted that they did exactly what they said they would? You weren’t theirs. You’d never be theirs.

Good enough to keep in bed. Good enough to keep out of sight. But not someone they’d consider theirs.

You’re no one’s. You’re just… yours.

Which is fine. It’s more than fine. You’re cool. You don’t need them, or anyone.

Your hand won’t stop shaking though. It shakes when you turn on the water for the shower, shakes as you try to shave. It shakes through your first cup of tea and then your second, shakes when you curl up the couch and huddle under your blankets, staring blankly at reruns of some laugh tracked sitcom. It’s because you haven’t slept or you’re hungover or something-

And it only stops when your doorbell rings.

You slam your eyes shut. You’re not expecting anyone, and that alone makes you feel like there’s probably someone on the other side of the door that you decidedly do not want to see.

The glance through your peephole confirms your suspicions.

It’s Johnny. He’s standing squarely in front of your door, bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Your head starts to pound, and he knocks on the door.

“I know ye’re home, bonnie. I saw yer car in the garage.” You’re frozen on the other side, separated by a piece of metal and wood that suddenly feels less substantial than it ever has before.

When the lock doesn’t click, he knocks again. “‘m not leavin’ until I see ye.” You groan.

“Stalking me now?” You spit when you open the door and he grins sheepishly.

“Naw...” He doesn’t elaborate and you stand in the frame of the door, trying to block him from peering over you- though it’s no use. You watch his critical gaze take inventory of what he can in your flat, and then he returns his attention to you, holding out the flowers.

They’re tulips. Maybe twenty, twenty five stems, all in a spectacle of color. They’re beautiful, and your favorite.

It surprises you. That they even know that about you. That they would remember a comment you must have made in passing.

It gives you pause. It’s confusing.

“Got these for ye.” He’s… such a boy. A grown man, a decorated military man, a strong man but still… such a boy. He’s never looked more like a boy than he does now, eyes wide and nervous, shifting his weight from leg to leg. He blinks, eyelashes feathery and dark, and you’re left to wonder if he gets it from his mom or his dad. Does he have sisters? Brothers? Nieces or nephews? You ached for those pieces of them, before.

Now, the lingering questions fill you with embarrassment.

He steps forward, and you shrink back. His gaze flickers, and then clears, holding the overflowing bundle of colors towards you.

“Thanks.” You say stiffly, careful to avoid his fingers when you pull it free.

“Can I come in?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He chews on his lip.

“Ye look tired, love. Did ye get any sleep?” You sniff, hand resting on your hip.

“I’m fine.”

“Ye dinnae look fine.”

“Why are you here?” You’re cracking with exasperation, legs going weak. You’re not strong enough to stand here and survive an onslaught.

“Need to talk with ye, like we said last night.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, like I said last night.” You parrot with a irritated exhale.

“Ye know that’s jus’ not true. We need to talk about what ye saw, what ye think ye saw-“

“What did I see? Since apparently you know what I’m thinking now.” You’re too tired for this. You don’t want to do this. You want to crawl back into bed and hide under your blankets.

“Ye think ye saw us with another woman, or on a date, but-“

“I saw your hands on another woman. I saw her smiling at you like-“ you shake your head. “It doesn’t matter what I saw,” he swallows, mouth pressing into an uncomfortable line, “I always knew this wasn’t real, that it didn’t mean anything but-“

“Ye agreed. Ye always said ye didnae want a relationship.” He reminds you sharply, and you nearly swallow your tongue.

“Yeah, I didn’t, so.” The lie is foul on your tongue, rancid and spoiled, but you give it life regardless. Fuck them. You’re fine.

“But yer mad ye saw us with another woman.” He raises an eyebrow, and you never wanted to punch someone so badly.

But instead of a rising tide of anger, you get an overwhelming wave of despair, and tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

“Ah, no, love. Please, please dinnae cry. ‘m sorry, this is such a mess. We never meant for any of this.” Your hand starts shaking again, trembling against the plastic wrapped around the stems, and Johnny’s expression changes from sad to worried. “What’s this?” He tries to reach, fingers grazing the back of your arm.

“N-nothing, I’m just tired.”

“Love-“

“Just… go away.” Your patience snaps, shatters, and his face falls. It almost makes your feel bad.

Almost.

[sehtoast]

Say Please (Homelander x Reader Smut)

18+ | orgasm denial, sex toys, begging, finger sucking, sublander, gender neutral reader, sex toys under clothing, edging | Fic Directory

He was on his literal fucking knees for you– all for you.   

Begging.

You had The Homelander begging.  

It didn’t take much.  Some time, some patience… A little remote controlled toy inside of him alllll day long, set to the lowest possible speed.  He should consider himself lucky that Vought’s costume department thought to make his suit erection-proof.

“Please, please– fuck– please! ”   He mewls against you, hips jerking against his wavering restraint as he fights not to just hump your fucking leg.

   You run your fingers through his hair and his whole body twitches and he whimpers.  

“I– I’ll do anything!”  He pants desperately, walking himself closer on his knees to press against you, face buried against your abdomen.  “A-Anything, just– fucking help me!”   

Throughout the day, he managed to come in his pants twice– forbidden from cleaning up, of course.  After that, his body needed more, much more than that dull little vibration against his sweet spot.  All those times his demeanor broke, all the odd stares at his flushed face, every fucking time he thought of pressing his cock against the edge of a table for a subtle relief…  

He was going fucking insane.

You smile down at him, other hand moving to thumb at his lips.  He swallows your finger in an instant, tongue slicking it with saliva, suckling in the hopes of pleasing you enough to earn his release.  Your taste sends a shiver down his spine that compounds with the vibrations in his ass so deliciously that it makes his eyes roll back.  His hips press forward, cock rubbing against your leg in timid motions.  Like he was afraid you’d jerk away and sentence him to suffer even longer.

You meet his motions with a small push of your own and he sputters, face clenching, drool starting to dribble off his lower lip.  You tug his head back by his hair.

“Tongue out,” you order, smirking at his compliance.  You slide your thumb down the length of it, teasing him ever so slowly.  His face contorts as your thumb creeps further back toward his throat until he gags.  You give a playful chuckle, leaning down to spit against his tongue before engulfing him in a heated kiss, his moans and heavy pants mingle with your collected breaths.  “Good boy…”

His body lurches against you harder.

“Good boys get what they want, right?”

He gives an eager nod.

“I better hear you say it,” you chide deviously.  “All I can hear right now is that toy slowly dying inside of you.  Is my Johnny a good boy?”

“I’m a– I’m a good boy!”  He parrots eagerly, hands palming at your sides.  “I’m good– I s-should get what I want!”  He whines pitifully when you step away from him.

“On the couch,” is all you had to say for him to scramble to his feet. “Take everything off– except your underwear.”

He damn near shreds his suit ripping it free from his body, each piece thrown about the room haphazardly.  Homelander sits eagerly for you, fists clenched at his sides as he watches you strip your lower half bare.  He could’ve come then and there if not for that last scrap of restraint keeping him from losing it.

The front of his red briefs are stained a dark red, evidence that he’s been leaking so much all day that his previous releases never got to dry.  You ghost your finger over the tented fabric, sliding featherlight just over the tip.  His head falls back and his thighs flex as more pleas fall from his lips.  You work the fabric down to his knees, watching with delight as the moisture inside clings to him in strings.  He hisses at the cool air finally wafting over his heat.

You give a playful flick to the base of the toy, which rests right against his perineum.  His cock rests against his hip, tip red and weeping, shaft jumping each time his hole twitches against the toy.

“P-Please…” He keens in a whisper so tight you barely hear it.  “Please,” he says again in a sob.  Tears gather in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill down his flushed face.  His mouth is agape with desperate, heavy breaths, chest heaving with each one.

You position yourself to hover just over the tip, just enough that no meager thrust upward would quite touch your entrance.  His hands come to your hips but you’re quick to relocate them elsewhere.  You are in control, not him.  You decide when and what he can touch.

He sucks a sharp breath of air when you grasp him to guide him in, and no sooner than his tip breaches your hole is he practically fucking screaming, eyes blazing a bright crimson as he spills into you.  His sounds are weak and endless as he chokes on a breath, cock spurting load after load into you, come spilling out to run down his shaft.  There’s so much and you fucking feel all of it.  He bucks up into you at one point, having floated up off the couch just enough to finally fucking sink inside.

He writhes– practically fucking convulses through his orgasm, all while you get to sit there and watch with a devilish grin.  Your hand dances up into his hair once more to grip and tug, tilting his head back to clear the way for every kiss and bite you decide he’s earned to that delicious neck of his.

As soon as he can catch his breath, he’s apologizing– he’s begging you to forgive him for ruining it.  Little does he know that this is exactly what you wanted all along.  To reduce him to such a base need that the slightest touch of your heat would send him spiraling.  You didn’t edge him since sunrise for nothing– even if he did succumb a couple times between then and now.

You retrieve your phone from where you’d tossed it on the couch and increase the toy’s speed, going from practically zero to one hundred in a second.  He arches and shouts, head shaking back and forth as he grits his teeth.  He knows not to fuck up into you– not yet.  

Not until you give him permission.

You fully intend to fuck him silly for the rest of the night, but not until you’ve had a little more fun with your darling dear Homelander.

Not until the only thing he knows is that he’s your good boy.

[diejager]

bro make a fanfic about the reader and the ghost/konig WHEN THE READER WAS SHOT IN THE BUN ON THE MISSION AHAHAHHHAH LMAO (in the military helicopter when they were supposed to return, the reader was holding her butt, moaning, writhing in pain and trying to hide the pain)

That is a funny thought…

Shots Cw: gun violence, bb shots, tell me if I missed any.

You yelped when you were hit is the ass, flinching forward and raising your arm just as you turned to glare at whoever landed the shot. Your right cheek exploded in soreness, tingling from the sharp pain of a BB shot.

“Hit!” You called it, letting your rifle hang from your shoulder as you rubbed your right cheek, grumbling about the bastard, “On my fucking ass of all places.”

You walk towards the respawn with your arm up, still cussing out whoever shot you in the ass. You had a hunch about the shooter: Soap, who else had enough courage to shoot you in the ass. You doubted Gaz did it, he might’ve been tempted, but he preferred other type of pranks, more mischievous ones like tampering with the washer or drinks, harmless but hilarious. Soap, however, rarely knew the limit, going as far as stealing and hiding your stuff, tapping you in the ass or messing up your head while he cackled away, speeding off to Ghost or Price to escape your wrath.

You reasoned that this was a staged scenario, a small group activity Laswell came up with that landed your Task Force somewhere in France for game of airsoft, a Free for all in the reserved location. No one had complained, thinking it a good activity mixing fun, training and awareness —everyone agreed to it enthusiastically once Ghost had voiced his grumpy acceptance, seeing this as a moment to be able to training without the prying eyes of others or the presence of strangers. Once you reached the spawn point, your jump back in to land a few shots at Soap to see whether or not he liked getting his ass bruised by a BB. You walked off determined, mind narrowed down to a single goal, your retaliation—

Until you yipped a second time, a pellet bouncing off your second cheek. You whipped around, yelling as your eyes scoured the tree line and the openings in the buildings behind you, the windows, the roof and behind pillars. You couldn’t find Soap anywhere, he wasn’t hiding behind the trees or in the buildings, but you did catch the glint of a scope —a familiar sniper scope.

“Ghost, you son of a bitch!” You screamed in outrage, feeling how both cheeks throbbed with pain. You bared your teeth, hissing at your Lieutenant who seemed smug and comfortable in his high perch on the roof of the building, “Why’d you do that?! I was already out!”

”Big target, luv,” his amused voice cracked in your comm, the low rumble of sadistic pleasure ringing out in your headgear. He cocked his scope, his white mask standing starkly in his dark gear and broad figure, “Impossible to miss. Quit moaning.”

“Big target? Are you-!” Huffing at his continued laughter, you glared his way before you turned to hurry back to the respawn, “Let’s see who’s laughing later, you ass.”

“Fuck- Hit!”

Your shoulders shook with restrained laughter, admiring the way Ghost jumped from your perch, hidden in the darkness given by the cement wall. You listened to him hiss and swear, massaging the place you aimed for: the pronounced curve of his ass, his jeans rarely doing him the pleasure of hiding what he had.

“Quit moaning, Ghost,” you cackled as you parroted his words, telling him the same thing as he told you, but you had more to add, more to taunt and tease him as revenge, “Couldn’t miss it, Lt, it was a big fucking target.”

You watched him stomp off, retreating to the tree line for his spawn point. It filled with a sense of elation and ugly smugness, and all that was left now, was to find Soap.

“Steamin’ Jesus!” Johnny’s yelp felt more exciting than Ghost, something you could devour over and ove without regret.

“Not so fun, is it, Johnny?” You smirked, replying with a gleeful tone.

He looked red-faced, the tip of his ears turning a bright shade of red from the way you spoke to him, utilising his known weakness and playing him to watch him stutter and flush brightly.

“Awa’ a bile yer heid! That hurt, lass!” His voice had taken a whinier tone, face screwed in embarrassment and something that you couldn’t put your finger on at this distance.

“I know, shouldn’t have shot me in the ass then.”

Gaz tapped you on the shoulder, a smile threatening to break into chuckles. He’d known what happened to you and knew what you did in retaliation, finding amusement after siding with you, sitting beside you and peering at two frowning and mumbling men.

“Heard you had a lot of fun.”

“Not enough.”

You thought you heard Price sigh tiredly.

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[mrsparrasblog]

Randome TF141 headcanons

Some of them are weird. But I just know.

Price:

Never go to the toilet after him

has a hut in the forest for fishing but mostly ends up fucking a local in there

because this man is a whore

he is still the most loyal when he is in a relationship

his favorite food is Shepard's pie or red jelly but not the green one and no one understands why

has so hard Daddy issues that he fathers everyone

uses AXE dark temptation to get rid of the cigar smell in his house

smells like Tom Ford tobacco vanilla

his love language is gift - giving and acts of service

NSFW:

he is a munch everyone knows it but still he is the biggest munch

Breeding kink

He is a whore but just because he thinks he doesn't deserve more than a one nighstands , please give this man a soft wife to dot on - preferably me

he hates Anal sex but riming is okay in his cards

says he is straight but bottomed Simon and Johnny on many occasions and likes to get blowies from or favorite pretty boy :)

prefers hair down there

Ghost:

He only Shops at Lidl you will never see him at Tesco or Sainsbury, even with all the coupons and tricks Lidl is cheaper. You will never see him somewhere else.

He hates London with all his heart, if there were a hate page for London he would be the admin. Dirty tube, bad football, and too many tourists.

He has a deep hate against a parrot, if parrots have zero haters he is dead.

Read Jane Austin and enjoyed it.

Has a book of stupid jokes in his apartment and laughs about them

When he is in love he is the cutest man alive, but somehow still creepy, he knows your favorite things in everything even your favorite underwear company even tho you never told anyone.

uses 5 - 1 shampoo .... from Lidl (still very keen on hygiene) 

NSFW 

He watches stepsiblings' porn unapologetically 

Has a mommy kink. I could go into heavy detail about it

He isn't a rough lover more of a service Dom 

Doesn't care about hair down there

Soap: 

He sometimes feels left out in his family, his siblings have children and "normal" jobs. His family doesn't see his lifestyle as something to be proud of

Except for his mom, he is such a momma boy but in a good way.

Was a sperm doner once (more than once) but only because he is a good guy with fertile genes 

His mohawk was an accident, he decided it looked "fresh" so it stayed.

Watches DC instead of Marvel...... why?

Uses Hugo Boss, bottled Night, got it from his grandma, and never used anything else

NSFW: 

Gaz was his BI awakening: after las Almas and the broken shoulder he couldn't wank himself properly, and he got so frustrated because he couldn't even sleep properly with a woman because of it, and he didn't just want to go to the Pub and say "Hey my shoulder is broken can you wank me". So in his half-drunk state, he asked Gaz. And after promising each other they would never talk about it, Kyle did help him. Johnny never cummed that fast. He isn't sure if it was because of Kyle's skilled hands, Kyle's fucking hot body, or that he didn't have a wank in two weeks. And when Kyle licked his cum that was his awakening that he likes men and Women. Of course, he returned the favor after he was healed:)

His favorite porn category is Woman Masturbating or Male Masturbating, everything that is solo is 100000 times better than "real porn".

He lost his Virginity very Young to an older Woman. Johnny always flexed about this, but this isn't a reason to flex.

When you sleep with him - you need to be on the pill because he is mister fucks so hard that every condom breaks.

He wears lingerie sometimes - he pulls it better off than some of us :(

cums way too fast but can last like 4-6 rounds 

loves tit fucking

Gaz: 

smells like Bleu de Chanel 

had a more expensive skincare routine than you 

he loves skincare 

He grew up with two moms.

He loves listening to Taylor Swift. No one can convince me otherwise.

Is deeply in love with me

He played Rugby in school. If he hadn't joined the Military, he would be a professional Rugby player.

Kyle was still somehow that awkward kid in class. Even needed to change the school because he got bullied.

NSFW:

He was disappointed in Johnny's cock sucking skills, but Price is a different breed.

can pull anyone and is mister give everyone an orgasm, not once in his life did he let his lover unsatisfied

had a foursome once when he was like 23, with three girls who were obsessed with him, and who can judge them

he is a guy who doesn't kiss and tell

his fav porn category is Anal Sex

has a CNC kink but is afraid to ask

is shaven down there but doesn't care if you are or not.

I have so much more ahhhh

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Convincing Them To Get A Pet

⊱⊰ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, Hesh Walker, Logan Walker, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

You kept bringing stray cats home

Every time you walk through the door, hands buried in the pockets of your tightly wrapped coat, John turns his head and asks "What've you got in there?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" and a meow can be heard coming from inside your coat

He makes you take it off to find a cat and her kittens snug and warm in the inner pockets

"They were cold..." you say sheepishly when he sighs

Ghost

He has to take care of you and now you want a pet??

Says he has enough on his plate with just you

You’re blowing up his phone sending him videos of animals or shoving the phone in his face

“Simon, Simon! Look at this! We should totally get one.”

“…That’s a spider. Why would you want that?”

Soap

He had also been wanting a pet for some time now, he had an exotic animal in mind until you got chickens

"...Are we going to eat it?"

"Johnny, no."

Now he has to wake up early and feed them every day when the sun rises to when the sun goes down

The chickens have grown on him and he's even named them, gets upset when you or someone jokes about eating them

Gaz

Is totally fine with any pet as long as it’s nothing too out of the ordinary, so you got bunnies

You'll let them roam around the house sometimes and Kyle hates when you do that because they tend to chew things and it's somehow always his things

Imagine Kyle falling asleep in your bed with the pink comforters and the adorable fluffy baby bunnies (yes i'm making a reference to that one tiktok)

Roach

Unfortunately for both of you, you are weak when it comes to animals

You’re both fawning over the cats and dogs in the animal shelter, cuddling with the baby goats at the local farm even if they’re chewing your clothes and head butting you

Together you’ve owned your weird assortment of pets; ducks, goats, spiders, snakes etc.

I headcanon Gary is a nerd when it comes to snakes and bugs

Alejandro

In the moment, you manage to convince him pretty easily, until you actually bring home the dog you wanted

Pretends he doesn’t like petting it or getting near it

Even curses when he has to get up at night to let it out for it to use the bathroom

But ofc within a month he’s totally smitten over your pit bull

Spends money on buying it nice collars and food, taking it out for a drive in his truck frequently

When cooking on the grill he always buys extra meat just for your dog

Phillip Graves

I like to think he has a soft spot for animals and agreed to going along with you when deciding what animal to adopt

What he didn't expect was to be pulling into a ranch and looking at horses

He expected to be looking at dogs or cats or a fish even

Now he's helping you muck out the stall for the beautiful pinto you bought

Helps brush her down and keep its mane and tail smooth to enter it in shows and competitions

Keegan

He knew you'd been wanting a pet for a while now because every time you visited someone who owned a pet you'd asked if you could play or pet them

You probably spent longer bonding with animals than with humans

Decided to surprise you with a talking parrot

Every now and then he'll teach it cute phrases like "I love you", the parrot will sometimes pick up some colorful language from Keegan

Hesh Walker

He caved in and originally thought of gifting you a pretty Siamese cat before thinking he'd like to play a little prank on you

As a joke, he gave you two rats, each with a pink bow on them

David would've started laughing if it weren't for you growing attached to them, eventually he did tell you he intended to buy you a cat

The rats were quite intelligent and learned tricks fast and frequently played games so both you and David decided to keep them and forget about the original plan of getting a cat

Logan Walker

He could never say no to you

However, you had owned a dog before, Logan wasn't fond of cats and you didn't want something like a lizard or a fish that would stay inside a tank all the time

The perfect opportunity came up when you had the chance to adopt a baby cow, a calf who had lost its mother

You both agreed, there was extra unused backyard space

The calf was named "Moonpie"

König

You really wanted a pet, but König couldn't understand why

"We already have a pet"

It was an iguana, which König already owned when you moved in with him

You weren't very fond of it because of an anecdote that occurred the first time you were over at König's place; you had seen a long tail in between the couch cushions and thinking it was a stuffed animal or a toy you pull at it only to see the iguana moving

It still freaks you out to this day when you remember how flaky and weird the scales felt

Horangi

He agreed and suggested he be the one to go pick out a pet from the shelter

You stood at the door when you heard his car ready to meet your new pet only to be met with a plastic container

Upon opening the box you're shocked to see he brought home a snake, he just snickers as he picks it up, holding it as the boa wraps around his arm biceps

"You wanted a pet, didn't you?"

Nikto

You had spent months trying to convince him to get a pet, to which he kept saying no to

"Come on Andre, a dog wouldn't be as bad as a kid"

He had no reaction other than just a grunt, but next time he came home from deployment he set a portable crate down

You rushed excitedly when you heard squeals thinking it was a puppy, after three weeks you notice the brownish fur begin to lighten and spots appearing

"Where did you say you got the dog from?''

"Did I ever say it was a dog?"

Post inspired by this cutie:

Everyone say "Thank you Corazòn"

[dojae-huh]

Fancon Mute: Day 2

(271024)

Doyoung, Johnny came. Chris Lee (the head of A&R in SM and the CEO of r&b label KRUCIALIZE), Kang Byeongjun (Neo centre director). Do's manager. JN's manager? And some other staff.

It's important that both Jae and Do are supported by higher ups in the company. Both Lee and Kang were with NCT in the beginning.

There are videos on YT and Beyond live rips of Day2 somewhere, so I will just post a few fancams.

Entering the venue.

Song cuts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Can’t take my Eyes off you, Completely, Try again

Real Peach VCR

Photos: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Out of the smoke, English please, rambling Jae, Resonance, R2, reading a fan letter,

Peach boy: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Explaining why he cried during Day1, farewell words, farewell joke, stay healthy, final kiss. A letter for the fans.

Leaving the venue with flowers.

Do cheering: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, pics, 7, 8, 9, singing along to Dandelion, joining fans calling Jae as Jaehyun-samchon (uncle Jaehyun)

Cinematic parallels.

The concert was finished with NCT 127's song "Promise you". JohnDo were shown during this segment on the screen. No, you will greet Jaehyunee standing, Johnny-hyung, heh. Later that day Doyoung posted an IG story with a picture of the scene with the first words from the song and caption "Jaehyunee *heart*" and giant handwritten "J".

Bye 아무렇지 않게 인사한 채

Why 우린 아직까지 닿지 못해

(Bye, greeting each other casually

Why haven't we reached each other yet)

Fans commented that Do was too engrossed in watching the concert and waving his lightstick, so he took out his phone only at the end.

"Promise you" is a fitting song for the last appearence of Jae before the fans, however, can't help myself and not think about JaeDo's chorus and Do's prominent "so stay" part. Afterall, if I'm not mistaken Jae was the only neo who used a full NCT song? (won't be surprised if it was staff's idea, though, the lyrics were not prepared in advance (no special font or effects), it looked like a last minute addition)

[Chorus: Doyoung, Jaehyun] Oh, I promise you, on the day we meet again I will hug you, and more than saying just a single word Even if I cry out of joy This time I will convey my feelings to you Oh, I promise you, on the day we meet again (So stay) I'll smile, and more than saying any words at all (So stay) Just like you showed me, this time I will give you my heart for eternity

[Outro: Doyoung] So, so stay Oh-oh-ooh-ooh So, so stay Oh-oh-ooh-ooh, ooh

Some shippers were worried that Doyoung won't come. Such an idea is nonsence. Regardless of the type of relationships, Doyoung supports all 127 neos. If he can't visit in person, he watches a live in his hotel room (Taeyong) or is the most active in a video message (Yuta). He goes to Dream concerts the most. And in general likes to go to concerts, big stars and small ones he likes.

The "VIP" zone is one of the furthest from the stage, heh. Not so VIP, just close to the exit and secluded. This and Do being filmed by fans sitting nearby reminded me how hard it is for neos to just go to a concert of their friend. They won't have the experience all to themselves and would have to wear masks if they would like to hide their emotions.

Speaking of VIPs. It looks like not only Jae's parents visited him on Day1, but also his granny. And maybe even his English uncle with his aunt? (the whole bottom row)

Johnny left earlier. Doyoung appeared with a mysterious box. Maybe a present for him (or Jae? and he carried it?) from SM staff or someone else from the VIP guests. Liquor would make the most sense, but the box looks too plain for that. In any case, pretty sure JaeDo had dinner together afterwards.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ best brother ever ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, some cursing I think, the joke revolves around incest, not proofread, requested)

"Ok just stand here and be cute, got it?" You confirmed with Jaehyun, already trying and nearly failing to stop from laughing.

He eyes you suspiciously, "you're up to something."

You laughed, quickly masking it with a neutral expression, "Okay, just stand here, okay?"

He laughs, "Yes! I don't know how many times you've told me. Stand here, look pretty, act normal. Let's go."

You set up your phone on the kitchen counter in front of you both, you opened TikTok and set up the timer. You stood back and watched the video start recording, you crossed your arms across your chest, immediately breaking character.

This was a very clear and obvious result of you getting bored. An afternoon full of studying and filling your brain with too much information, which led to a “break,” which turned into an hour on TikTok where you saw this idea. You would do anything to get you away from homework, especially pranking Jaehyun.

"If you wanna get to him, you're gonna have to get through me-"

"Who are you threatening?" Jaehyun laughs loudly. Barely able to get a word out through his deep, dad-like laughter.

"Shut up!" You laugh, you take your stance again, "If you wanna get to him, you're gonna have to get through me first."

He snorts again but doesn't stop you. You pucker your lips and turn to Jaehyun to press a kiss to his lips. It's a short kiss, chaste and innocent. You run a hand down his chest before quickly and lightly smacking his ass.

"Hey- yo!" Jaehyun yells, jumping away from your wandering hands. The camera clearly embarrasses him, in any other situation this would honestly be tame.

You struggle to keep a laugh in, turning to the camera as you say, "best big brother ever."

His jaw drops in shock, "...oh- oh my god! What?! What?! What the fuck?!"

Johnny who was walking by runs into the kitchen, "what did you say?!"

Meanwhile you're bent over gasping for breath while you're laughing so hard you're beginning to cry. Jaehyun is busy wiping off his mouth and gagging, "she said- oh my god, ew! She kissed me and then said I was her brother!"

Johnny laughs, falling to the floor rolling around.

"We're never doing one of you little videos again! And you're not posting it either, got it?" Jaehyun parrots your earlier question.

Later when you do post the video and it got more than a little popular. A lot of big influencers reposting or commenting, the official frat page reposting and commenting, some brands even commented but the most liked comment wasn’t from any of them.

No. It was from Haechan. “Your man got the ick babe, nothing could put me off you😍😘😘”

[tamayakii]

baby moments. 141 + Graves.

inspo: i was looking at cute baby pics and wanted to do this, characters: 141 + Phillip Graves warnings: babies & fluff

SHOWERS WITH YOUR BABY - Phillip, John P & Simon

In the wee hours of the morning and your babe is fussy he takes them into the shower with him. He 100% has since invested in one of those shower heads that has a softer filter so it doesn't irritate your infant. Gently rubbing the baby shampoo on their scalp, twirling their barely-there hair as he sways side to side. Puts your baby to sleep so hard, cheek pressed against your husbands chest, lips smooshed and open as they drool.

PUPPY EYES - Gaz & Simon

Oh. Em. Gee. Their babies will inherit the mens brown eyes, and the PUPPY EYES!!! At a young age their children will learn puppy eyes, using their deep brown eyes against you two. Cute pouty lips and sparkly black eyes staring at you as they grip an empty baby bottle, no noises need. It's almost like they knew, sneaky little bugger. Build an iron wall soon, or else they will be spoiled beyond belief (oops... too late)

SLEEPY AND SPOILED - Johnny M, John P & Simon

Oh their sweet baby. Wrapped up in soft blankets as they drool, an easy first baby, the classic one that will trick you into a second baby that will actually be more chaotic. Sleeps through the night so easily but your husband spends so much on soft plushies, so so so many different types of blankets, invested in a bed-side crib. Even on day trips in their stroller, they are knocked out. Sugary treat slowly tipping to the side, basking in the sun.

TWO UNDER TWO - Johnny M & Phillip

This man. Cannot resist the godly like call of your pregnant body, So it is no surprise you end up having irish twins, two children under the age of two. The house over run in broken crayons, matching onesies, giggles and parroting phrases/noises as they learn to vocalize. Often hugging eachother when the other is upset over spilt milk, being the bestest friends and enemies all in the same day. It's hard but so worth it to break the long cycle of mistreatment to see them communicate even as wee children. Though, i think he may one or four more.

[clarity2electricboogaloo]

Outsiders as things me, friends, and family have said

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Darry: Close your door while you’re changing man, gosh darn!

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*waiting at a drivethrough and it’s taking forever*

Darry: good lord, are they raising the chickens in there or something?

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Ponyboy in blue

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Pony and soda

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Average two bit and his mom interaction

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Johnny and pony

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Johnny: guys, let’s pretend we’re parrots

Johnny: Polly want a cracker!

Dally: yeah you want a cracker, his name is ponyboy (not original name from convo lmao)

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Darry: you will eat and leave no crumbs (the context is my dad said this)

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Steve: Stop locking the other bathroom door

Ponyboy: but the dEMONS ARE GONNA GET Mee

Steve: I’m gonna be the demon that gets you if you don’t stop

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Dally: I have never touched a bible because if I did I would disintegrate and die

Ponyboy: so coquette

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Pony: It’s pie day

Soda: What?

Pony: It’s 3.14

Soda: No it Thursday

Pony: *wheeeezeee*

Pony: N-no Soda it’s march 14thhh

Soda: NO it’s Thursday!

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Soda: the jour…the—

Pony: Geneva Convention????

Soda: journey—WHAT

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Steve: “what if we just made out in the bathroom during 6th period”

Soda: “wHAT??”

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Johnny: “The bangs are not banging today”

Johnny: “Wait”

Pony: “BAHHHAHAHAHJAJAJAJAH”

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Darry: don’t eat plastic bags guys

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Cherry: are you gaslight gatekeep girlbossing right now

Ponyboy: what’s the boyfailure version of that

Cherry: you

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Twobit: I will go against capitalism and steal.

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Johnny: you’re gay

Pony: REALLY??

Johnny: yeah

Pony: I THOUGHT I WAS STRAIGHT

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That’s all I’m willing to do, I have been scrolling through my quotes on discord for a very long time.

I really wanna label which quotes I said just to show how absolutely hilarious I am (in denial of my own terrible comedy)

A lot of the ponyboy quotes were me 🧍🏽‍♂️

[izzabela]

Till Death Do Us Part - Lin Kuei x fem!reader (scenario fic)

in which your on-screen death affects each brother differently

a/n: me when i get attached to a character and watch them fucking perish

ship[s]: kuai liang, bi han & tomas x fem!reader

warning(s): post-kanon/non-canon

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Kuai Liang

You open the door to the huge media room in Johnny's home. Courtesy to the big bucks he was making.

Johnny invited everyone that was part of the armageddon fight a couple of years ago to watch the "pre-pre-prerelease" of the latest Mortal Kombat universe installment, and boy was it decently big.

Mileena, Kitana, Tanya, and Khameleon were present. Ermac, well, Jerrod was also here sitting with Liu Kang on their left. Kenshi sat with Raiden, and Jax, while Johnny was with Kung Lao, Ashrah, and Syzoth.

Of course, you, Kuai Liang, Bi Han, and Tomas were present as well. You four sat in the very back of the theater room, conversing amongst yourselves before the movie began.

"Are the pleasantries over?" Bi Han complains. "I cannot believe I took time off for dilly-dallying..."

Comedically, Johnny gets up and begins to welcome everyone to his home and hopes they enjoy the movie.

"And yes, blueberry ice cream," Johnny quips. "Pleasantries are over."

Little chuckles and laughs are scattered around the room, and you turn to see your grandmaster grumble even more.

"I do hope you enjoy this, love," you whisper to Kuai Liang. "Johnny and I worked very hard on this movie."

"And I?" Kuai Liang parrots. Suddenly, you're on screen with huge guns and a kick-ass attitude.

The rooms erupts with claps and cheers, your friends turning around to point out the obvious fact you're in the film. You chuckle as you watch yourself relive the moments of you and Johnny during a solo mission you were sent on.

"Sister, is this the retelling of that mission you and Johnny went on?" Tomas asked, eyes sparkling. You nod, a finger over your lips as you force him to hush and watch the movie.

Kuai Liang kind of thought Johnny wasn't all that great in acting or directing, but this film shut his prejudices about the actor up. Kuai Liang fell in love with yours and his character. Though Cage was not acting in it, it was clear the actor who was portraying him nailed it.

As scenes changed from dry, arid deserts, to the vast greenery of Outworld jungles, the climax of the film came. At this point in the movie, Kuai Liang had grown so attached to your character to the point you could hear him talk to himself.

Little "no, don't do that!" or "smart girl" was heard from his lips. He was enthralled, and it pleased you to see that he was enjoying the fruits of your long, arduous labor.

At the climax, you and Johnny were running away from an abandoned fortress littered with booby traps and enemies. You both exhausted your gunpowder, and your character only had one magazine left.

The problem, though, was that enemies were growing and incoming, and the exit was still a couple of meters away.

"Almost there!" Johnny's actor yells, chest rising and falling as you and him run across the corridor of the fortress. Kuai Liang watches in anticipation as the screen switches to the enemies, who triggered a booby trap of falling pillars.

"Agh!" you cry out, watching as the pillars cam crashing down. "A fucking failsafe mechanism!"

"Language," Kung Lao blurts out, earning a chuckle from everyone in the room.

As the scene plays out, your character falls behind a bit due to a crack in the ground, and you trip cover yourself. A collective gasp is heard around the room, but it only gets louder as everyone watches a pillar fall and crush your leg.

"Oh no!" Kuai Liang breathes. You giggle as you watch him watch your scene.

As the enemies close in on you, Johnny's actor tries to help you up, but to no avail. He's heaving, ho-ing, and doing all he can, but the enemies can be seen just down the hallway.

"Go, Johnny!" you yell, pushing the actor forward. "I'll hold them!"

"No, are you crazy?!" he yells back at you, planting his feet as he tries to lift you by your armpits. "We're getting you home, and that's final!"

You grab the collar of your costar and bring his face close to you, glaring into his soul as you utter out your final command.

"I ain't making it out, Johnny," you wheeze as the realization sets in on Johnny's character. "You're running out of here, and in three ticks, I'm shooting that loose pillar at the weak point the block the exit off."

Johnny's character is wide-eyed, "You don't seriously-"

"You've been a friend, Johnny," your character says proudly, a slight wobble in your smile. "Live for me, will ya?"

You push him with the last of your strength to the door of the hallway. The monsters are in, and you use up ten of your bullets to shoot a couple of the mobs down. You get s couple more shots in, four specifically, meaning you have one more left.

"One Mississippi," you breathe, looking behind you as you take aim at the loose end of the pilar.

"Two Mississippi," you load the bullet in, closing an eye to perfect the aim.

"Please, elder gods no," Kuai Liang whispers.

"Three Mississippi," the shot rings out, and the pillar falls to completely block the exit out of the monster's reach.

As you watch your own death begin to play out, you feel a slight burn as Kuai Liang's hand grips yours. If it was warm earlier, you were experiencing burns at this point. It didn't help that his grip was tight.

You turn to Kuai Liang and realize his eyes were wide in horror. He remembered that the joint mission was rough, he saw you sleeping in the healer's room for weeks.

But the fact this was what could have happened, the fact that maybe something like this actually happened.

It burned him.

Three squeezes on your hand, a nonverbal signal created in case you two were too busy doing something to say it.

Or in rare cases, watching you die on the silver screen.

You lean to his side and whisper loud enough so only he could hear.

"I love you too."

He doesn't say anything for the rest of the film, but the burning sensation goes away, finally.

What doesn't is his hand, and you could live with that for this evening.

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Bi Han

"You're going to like this movie, darling," you say giddily, snuggling into Bi Han's bicep as you both cuddled on a couple's bean bag.

"I still do not think his portrayals of our work is accurate," Bi Han grumbles.

Johnny had just finished filming another movie for his cinematic universe, this time based on the Lin Kuei and their epic heist at the old fortress.

As you and Bi Han whispered amongst yourselves, your eyes glaze over all figures present in Johnny's movie room.

The imperial family, Khameleon, and Tanya sat on the plush leather recliner-chairs. Next to Kitana was Raiden, and next to him was Kung Lao and Fujin, Raiden's sister.

Kenshi was also here (his powers allowed him to watch movies? you thought). He was sitting by Jax and Suchin, and next to those two were Takeda, Hanzo, and Tomas.

The two elders were watching the ninja's tickle the young Hanzo, who was riled up in a giggle storm.

And of course, you cannot ignore Kuai Liang and Harumi, who sat on the recliner-chairs as well. They were talking amongst themselves too, pointing to everyone with little smiles on their faces.

Suddenly, and without warning, the lights dimmed and Johnny appeared in front of the screen.

"Thanks for coming guys!" Johnny bows. "Now, let's all sit down and enjoy the show!"

Everyone claps as Johnny makes room on Kenshi's free side, inserting himself in the calm duo.

"Let's see how well he understands our culture," Bi Han mutters as the movie plays.

It took a lot for Bi Han to be impressed. Sometimes, you wonder how the hell you managed to bag such an unimpressable man.

But Bi Han remained silent and slightly (ever so slightly) wide-eyed at the accurate portrayal of his clan and culture. For secrecy reasons, the Lin Kuei could not be named.

But everything from costume, fighting style, culture, even speech, was practically perfected.

Then, there was your character.

Guns strapped to your back, knives in hilts on your thighs, and clothes a little too risqué for battle, you were the side kick for this mission.

"Is that..." but before Bi Han could say anything, everyone is cheering and looking back at you.

You smile and wave your hands in embarrassment and shyness, especially when Kitana compliments you.

"Finally, seems Earth is getting things right about women."

As the movie plays, Bi Han can feel himself getting attached to all these characters, especially yours. Yes, you were literally the character, but the writing, facial expressions, the subtle acting made him like your character even more.

Which was a shame when the climax came.

Of course, since it's Hollywood, things had to be exaggerated. Instead of the movie playing how real life happened, in which you and Bi Han made it out alive and with a couple of scratches, Johnny took the creative approach.

"This place can't exist anymore," your character explains to your costar.

"But we have the scrolls!" he exclaims, papers jumbled in his hands. "No one will know how to create the magic again!"

As you bickered, enemies began to draw near to the sounds of your voices. You both turn and realize the skeleton army draws closer to you two, and the ability to make a choice becomes slimmer and slimmer.

As you both ran towards the main door, the archway collapses last second, and you're unfortunately stuck underneath the jagged rubble.

You cough blood out (fake of course), but it doesn't stop Bi Han from making a strangled noise from the back of his throat.

You watch intently at Bi Han, then the movie. Of course it was fake, but his reactions weren't. The genuine worry on his face, the fact his brows were bent upwards and down, the little frown his mouth makes.

Your acting got him hook, line, and sinker.

"My friend," your character manages weakly, taking out a single explosive and a matching remote.

"You have to get out of here!" your costar exclaims, uselessly digging around the rubble to try and pull you out.

Gently, you stop him and look at the tears that stream from your costar's face.

"My legs are done for... this is all on you, bud," you smile, more blood seeping through your mouth.

One last fist bump, and your costar runs past the door, not looking back once as his tears fall completely off his marred and dirty face.

"You're gold, kid," your character says finally, before detonating the explosive and sealing the palace entrance shut.

You can hear sniffles and muffled sobs from your friends around the room, but they pale in comparison to Bi Han's expression.

The usually scowling, borderline angry-looking man you called yours was shocked. Mouth agape slightly, and his brows were turned upwards completely. You could see that there was a vein in his neck, and looking down more his hands were balled into a fist.

It also didn't help that bits of his powers were seeping through, and the air around you and him grew colder and colder.

"Bi Han?" you tread carefully with your words. Your hand does the same as you gently place it above his, the chill nicking your fingers a bit.

It's worth it, though, as his powers began to subside. In fact, Bi Han himself looked like he was melting into your touch.

He took your hand and placed it on his cheek, practically nuzzling into it and ignoring the movie now.

As the movie finished up, and everyone was back to chatting amongst themselves, Bi Han's cheek remained in your hand.

You don't talk to him, though. You two were stuck in your own world of silence, comfortable silence, as Bi Han practically soaked your touch in like a sponge.

And while sometimes you playfully shoved him off, you knew that right now he needed this more than anything.

You smile softly, engaging in conversation near you as Bi Han continued to hold your hand.

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Tomas

"I have been dying to watch this movie since you told me you were starring in it!" Tomas exclaims as you two follow Johnny upstairs.

Johnny chuckles, "She really did a number on me, Smokey Bear. I was in bedrest for a week!"

You laugh nervously before Tomas kisses you cheek and praises you for Johnny.

"The strongest woman I know after Madam Bo," you giggle and ruffle his hair. "My love."

Johnny opens the door to reveal a set up similar to drive-in movies. The movie would he projected against a white tarp, and everyone was on the ground with blankets, air mattresses, or pillows.

The royal family, plus Tanya, Khameleon, and Jerrod, sat on the biggest air mattress Johnny had.

Kenshi, Jax, and a new friend, Sonya, were next to the imperial family. They were just talking about work, as usual.

The stars of the show were Raiden, Kung Lao, Ashrah and Syzoth. Kung Lao was trying to explain how pillow fights work to the Zaterran, but you're so sure something was lost in translation.

Finally, on blankets to the far back, were Bi Han, Kuai Liang, and Harumi. That's where you and Tomas would be sitting, with the lovely couple and the fifth wheel brother.

"Good evening everyone!" you greet everyone, and they all wave back in equal joy. As you sat with your group, you and Harumi caught up with one another as the men talked to each other about other things.

Your conversation was cut short when Johnny claps for everyone's attention.

"Thank you everyone for coming!" he announces with gusto. "You all should be grateful to know me, my connections are out of this world!"

Kung Lao sighs and rolls his eyes, "Sit down, you're in the way!"

More chuckles erupt from the room, and Johnny grumbles about how Kung Lao isn't funny before he gets the projector running and playing the film.

Inspired from a mission you and Johnny went on, partnering with the OIA as well, you guys were on a mission to find traces and a hint of the Black Dragon. Of course, the mission was a lot smoother and no one died, but Johnny definitely exaggerated it.

As the movie plays, Tomas is immediately drawn in with Johnny's and your character. He loves Johnny as an idol, but your character was something to admire.

Flamboyant, guns blazing, and loud as always, your character was the intelligent femme fatale. Just like you were in real life, all of your qualities were written in perfectly.

As the movie plays, Tomas is very obviously immersed with the way Johnny directed the film. Scenes flowed perfectly, and Tomas was vocalizing his love for the writing every second the film was playing.

From office settings, to fantastical settings of Outworld, to the streets of Japan, the movie plays similar to reality until the climax.

You, Johnny's actor, and the other OIA actors are running away from a hoard of Black Dragon goons. As you guys run away, gun shots ring out behind you as the villains shoot and try their hand at watching your blood spill.

"Johnny! You still got the goods right?" your character double-checks with your costar. He turns behind you as you all continue running, holding rolled up scrolls with a thumbs up.

"No time for this, guys, keep it moving!" the Jax Briggs actor yells, sprinting even faster.

Tomas watches intently, hugging a pillow close to his chest as his eyes are wide and mouth ajar. Tomas is shaking his head, as if he knows what's going to happen.

As your characters keep running, you realize that there are more shots coming from above. Looking up, your character realizes there's a sniper up on a chopper (when you shot this scene, you just ignored how unrealistic it got).

More shots come down, and you realize that he's targeting Johnny. The scrolls were sensitive, and the fact your characters swiped it like candy from a store meant no one was allowed to live after reading its contents.

"Johnny, watch out!" your character screams, jumping over him and taking a shot in your abdomen and right above your breast. Audible gasps are heard around the room, but it's Tomas's reaction that gets you.

He's angry, pissed beyond belief. His brows were down, his fingers digging into the pillow as he watched your character mutter out cringey last words and a dying breath.

Tears. There are also tears in his eyes as he watches your character pass completely. They fell as Johnny's actor and the others run away from your lifeless body. They fell as the actors cried on their own.

They fell as the credits rolled.

As everyone sang their praises for the movie, Tomas stays rather still, arms around the pillow as the angry tears keep falling. You move closer to him, covering his face as you talk to him in a voice only he can hear.

"Tomas? Darling?" you ask him as you wipe his tears. "Let the pillow go, talk to me..."

Obeying, he drops the pillow quickly to replace it with your waist. Soft, warm, you were not the person in the movie- you were alive. If the grip around you was tight already, he somehow made suffocating.

Like a child with his favorite toy, he did not want to let you go at all.

"Got yourself a dog, huh?" Johnny teases, reaching to ruffle his hair. Except he gets rejected with a glare and a dangerously low voice.

"You're never having her again, you scumbag."

You gasp at his rudeness, apologizing on his behalf as Johnny rants to Kenshi about how mean Tomas was being. Even so, Tomas didn't let go. You figured that it had something to so with his past, but pressing wouldn't do him good.

Instead, you wrapped your arms around him as stroked his hair. Soft downward strokes, you also drew circles on his back to get his beathing in order.

Even as people left, he did not let go, and you were okay with that.

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Fallen Angel | Meeting Soap

"Good to meet ya," he stuck out his hand for a shake. "You can call me Soap."

Simon watched you, knowing this would set up the rest of the meetings of the team. They all insisted on meeting you after he had let it slip he had a roommate. He had cursed himself for days after that. There was nothing to hide about you, the plain woman that livened up his new space.

You look from his hand to his face, brows scrunched. Shaking his hand once you reply.

"I am not calling you that. What does your mother call you?"

"A feckin' bastard," Soap fired back.

"Nice to meet you feckin' bastard," you parroted his accent perfectly.

Soap sent Simon a raised brow. "I like her."

"I too, like myself." You fired off a cheeky grin. "Wanna play some cards?"

"Only if yer prepared to lose lass," Johnny turned up the level of charm.

Giving him a flirty little smile you reply, "I'm gonna kick your ass."

Johnny straightened his shoulders, making his height over you a tad bit more transparent.

"Bring it on."

Simon sighed. "I'll be in my room while you two kill each other. Remember blood stains will eat into our deposit."

Johnny's groans of defeat started soon after Simon settled onto his bed. He could only smile. Johnny needed his ass handed to him every so often.

Leaves now featured Johnny trying to beat you at cards. He never won. Soap would swear up and down on jobs that you counted cards or cheated, he only had to catch you.

Johnny would crash on the couch if you were out when they arrived to the flat, laying in wait to try a new card game on you.

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Johnny on or about #March 2-3-4, 2019 in #Belgrade, Serbia. There #filming #Minamata

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