#Johnny just watched from a distance while comforting Meena

[tigresslanzhu]

Serious Face

Suki: Mr. Moon, do you know the difference between a happy-face and a not-happy-face?

Buster: Sure, just about everyone does. When we’re happy, we smile and have a fluttery feeling in our hearts. When we’re not happy, our jaw hurts from frowning so much and our face droops, and…

Suki: Do you know what this face means?

🤬

Buster: [To the New Moon Troupe] I guess Ms. Lane found out about our latest crime!

Ash: OUR?!?

[meenasmoon]

Electric Love

Hello Lovely anon. You were persistent and it paid off. I consider this one of my best works. it was a joy to write and I love it with all of my heart. By the way the sone is electric love by BORNS. I recommend giving it  listen while you read this little fic. Enjoy, Enjoy.

The rain came out of nowhere, like it always did. The clouds seemed like they were in the distance and then suddenly she was fighting to get through the rain to her crime scene. Meena took a deep breath and turned up her radio, hoping that it would provide some kind of inspiration or magically change her mood, but instead the rain got harder so she got off the freeway and began to make her way through the streets of LA towards Beverly Hills. She flipped on her SUV’s siren so that she could more easily weave through the other vehicles that congested the roadways.

  When she pulled up to the hotel all sense of urgency disappeared in a flash of dread. The director had pulled her from out behind the stacks of the paperwork that created makeshift protective barriers around her desk, gifts from her lazy coworkers, graciously bestowed upon her each day. She had been shaking with terror, convinced that she was finally going to get fired and then she would have to go back to waitressing just to be able to keep her apartment. Suffice to say she had been a stuttering, anxious mess when she had entered that office but the director had almost immediately struck her silent by assigning her a case, her very first case since her screw up in Venice.

The case was the grisly murder of a public figure in a Beverly Hills hotel, across town and very important. If she screwed this up, she would not have any more chances. This was it. And it was that thought that froze her outside of the hotel, surrounded by sirens and police officers desperately trying to contain crowds of gawkers.

Meena’s hands were shaking visibly as she gripped the steering wheel of her SUV, her hands so slick with sweat that it was hard to believe that she could keep her death grip.   Her chest was aching with anxiety and she could feel her breath speeding up as her past failures seemed to suffocate her and the car began to close around her like a big metal prison.

Her reverie was broken by a loud rapping on her window that literally made her jump in her seat. Her curls bounced around wildly as she whipped around to stare at the confused looking detective staring at her through the window. She was sure that she looked a mess, her curls wild as usual and her eyes wide and frightened.

“Ma’am? Are you alright?” He asked, his kind, grizzled face staring back at her in concern. Meena frantically collected her bag and practically fell out of the car in her rush to look official. The officer hovered worriedly as she struggled to put on her bag and stumble towards the entrance of the hotel.

  “Yes! Yes I’m fine.” She stuttered and hurried through the exit, the officer watching her go in amused disbelief. Once inside Meena realized that now was she not only frazzled but she had inadvertently soaked herself in her hurry to appear stable. She whimpered, her dress pants and black suit jacket now dripping all over the marble floors of the lavish lobby. Mourning the loss of her favorite jacket she quickly shed it and put it on a nearby chair. She rolled up the sleeves of her purple button up and made her way towards the elevator, her pants still dripping slightly as she walked.

When she got into the elevator she took a deep breath, pushed her wet curls out of her face and began to actually gather herself. She took a couple deep breaths, shook herself out a little bit and then closed her eyes. She didn’t open them again until the elevator dinged, letting her know that she had arrived at the penthouse. She hurried down the hall, wringing her hands desperately and mumbling to herself.

“Ok. it’s okay. You can do this. You can do this Meena. You just gotta…focus. Yeah focus. Focus…is key. It’s the key to… to su-“ Meena had been watching the ground as she walked rather than the horizon and ran smack into one of the detectives that were swarming the room. She stumbled slightly and flushed in embarrassment when the detectives stopped what they were doing and watched as the FBI agent, the highest ranking investigator on scene, proceeded to knock over a detective and stumble into the room.

Where she took one look at the scene and threw up into the nearest trashcan. Meena retched into the can, inwardly berating herself as she did so. When she finished she was shaking but still determined to do her job. It felt like a million eyes were on her with the rest of the detectives watching so when she finally was able to stand she straightened out her shirt and put on her best authoritative look. It was barely intimidating.

“C-Could I have the room please?” She asked a little shakily, doing her best to keep her composure. The detectives exchanged looks before slowly emptying the hotel room until Meena was standing alone in the room, a mutilated body spread over the entire sleeping area in various parts. Meena glanced back at it and felt her stomach churn angrily. Quickly she turned away from the massacre and walked into the living area. She collapsed onto the couch and put her head in her hands as shame washed over her like a tidal wave.

She let out a choked sob, her eyes welling up with tears of frustration as the veritable tornado of emotions that had been brewing in her since she arrived. Luckily her emotional breakdown was interrupted by a man falling unceremoniously through the window to her right.

  She yelped in fright and leapt up off of the couch, scrabbling to get her gun out of her holster. It clattered to the floor just as the man rose to his feet and registered that he was not alone in the room. Meena dove for the gun, and from her kneeling position pointed it shakily up at the intruder.

  The very handsome intruder who was smirking down at her, his hands held in the air half-heartedly. His skin was perfectly tanned and his jet black hair was messy but at the same time perfectly spiked. He was wearing a scratched up black leather jacket, a clean white shirt and faded dark blue jeans and on his feet was a well worn pair of converse shoes. Meena did her best to glare at him but she couldn’t help but be a little starstruck. I mean for god’s sake the little patch of sunlight filtering in behind him from the window practically gave him a halo.

Candy

She’s sweet like candy in my veins

“F-Freeze.” She murmured, slowly getting up from her knees so that she was level with his chest. Damn him for being so tall, for having such broad shoulders, for being so muscular, for distracting her. Meena shook herself and resumed glaring at the man in front of her. Then he spoke.

"Woah there love. Let’s talk abaht this.” His warm, musical voice almost made her lower gun, almost, but then she realized that this man, beautiful as he may be, had just broken into her crime scene.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Meena demanded, still pointing her gun menacingly at his chest, though her grip was shaky and her finger wasn’t even on the trigger.

His hands slid down into his pockets and his smirk widened into a cocky lopsided grin. "Wite. abaht that. I’m a private detective of sorts.” He shrugged and leaned forward trying to peek around the corner at the crime scene but Meena just shifted so that he was met with her face again. He just winked in response and startled her.

“Name’s Johnny Bannerton and I want in on this case.”

Baby, I’m dying for another taste

Meena just gaped at him, her blue eyes wide with disbelief. She tensed up when he suddenly leaned towards her, cupping her cheek in his hand. She was mesmerized immediately by the comforting scent of motor oil and rain and the depth of his warm brown eyes.

“Especially if the bleedin’ lead on this case looks loike ya do.” He whispered just above her lips and then he was gone, practically sprinting gleefully into the other room. Meena stared at the space that he had once occupied for a few minutes, completely floored by the words that came out of his mouth. She tried desperately to process what he had said but her brain caught up with the fact that he was traipsing around a crime scene first.

And every night my mind is running around her

“Hey!” She raced after him and immediately balked when the stench of blood and rotting corpse assaulted her senses. She slowly returned to the room to find Johnny leaning carefully over the corpse, meticulously examining the lacerations on the corpse.

“Get away from the body. You’ll contaminate it!” She yelled frantically and hovered nervously over him when he ignored her. It was just her luck that her very first and last chance at getting back out in the field was being crashed by this gorgeously annoying detective.

“Daan’t worry sweet’eart. I’m a professional.” He winked at her again, disarming her immediately, and then went back to examining the body, Suddenly he jumped back, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a pair of tweezers.

Thunder’s getting louder and louder

“Can ya grab me an evidence baggie from over there?” he gestured towards a bag that the crime scene investigators had left behind when they had cleared the room. Meena stared at him like he was insane.

“A what?” Johnny just shot her a smile and gestured to the evidence bag once more, the urgency in his voice a little more apparent now.

“An evidence baggie please.” Meena dazedly walked over to the bag and retrieved a small evidence baggie from it. She walked over to where Johnny was leaning over the body and murmuring to himself.

“Looks loike someone ‘ d a lil’ too much fan wif this wahn." He shook his head and dropped a delicate, blood-covered brown hair into the evidence baggie that Meena was holding out for him. “ ‘E’s finally tripped up.”

“A hair on the body.” Meena murmured to herself as she watched him put the hair in the baggie. She glanced at what was left of the victim only to find that he was a blonde. Her excitement mounted as she considered the implications until she realized what Johnny had said. She looked up at him in confusion and trepidation.

“What do you mean ‘he’s finally tripped up’? Do you know who did this?” She questioned him and Johnny threw his hands up in surrender once more.

“I’ve been chasin’ this particular freak for time na.” He snatched the bag out of Meena’s hands and slipped it into his pocket. He looked her over for a second and that flirty smile that made her heart stop dead in her chest appeared on his face once more.

I can’t let you go now that I got it

" ‘Owabaht I tell ya aw abaht it over sum pie. I kna a great lil’ diner by me office.” Meena went back to gaping at him, her brain shorting out when she realized that he was asking her out… wasn’t he?

“What? Why me?” She finally blurted out, her cheeks coloring as soon as she realized what she had just said. Johnny wasn’t fazed at all, rather his smile grew larger and he took another step towards her, invading her personal space bubble again. He cupped her cheek, this time stroking it delicately with his thumb.

“Cause ya look loike ya could use sum pie love.” He chuckled and then leaned in a little more, just enough that Meena stopped breathing “Plus I daan’t fin’ i’m ready ter stop lookin’ at that pretty face of yours.”

Meena let out a breath shakily and tried hard not to melt in his arms. She managed to hold herself back from physically melting into his arms but that didn’t stop her from whispering, “Ok.”

And all I need is to be struck by your electric love

“Awesome. Let’s go.” He pulled away, grabbed her hand and lead her out the door, past the crow of detectives and down to the street where the rain had ceased for the moment and his a big black chopper was waiting patiently on the side of the street. He hopped onto the bike with no problem but Meena remained on the sidewalk, staring at the bike apprehensively.

Baby, your electric love

When Johnny realized that she wasn’t on the bike behind him he reached back towards her, his hand extending out as he waited for her to take it. Meena regarded him nervously, glancing at her safe, boring SUV and then back at this intriguing, handsome man that had literally broke into her life. Every inch of her being was urging her to retreat to where she knew things would always be safe, be certain. Why did she need mystery in her life? Why did she need danger? She’d survived just fine without it up until this point very much.

But that was just it. She was surviving, not living. And for some reason this man had come into her life intent on dragging her along to live with him. Who was she to resist an offer like that?

And so, giddy with energy and excitement she took his hand and let him pull her onto the bike.

Electric love

The bike roared to life and Meena tightened her cautious grip around Johnny’s abdomen. Through his shirt she could feel every inch of muscle that was hidden behind those layers. She let out a nervous little giggle that turned into a joyful laugh as Johnny sped off, the hotel quickly disappearing behind them.

Johnny expertly weaved in and out of cars as Meena maintained a stubborn death grip on him, her face buried in his jacket, letting his scent wash over her. Slowly she began to get used to the movements of the bike, the wind that whipped at her skin, promising speeds that she’d rather not imagine, and the thrum of the engine.

She slowly withdrew her face from his jacket to look at her surroundings, watching in wonder as cars fell behind them and the sun that was slowly emerging winked at her from behind the clouds. Is this what freedom felt like?

Drown me

You make my heart beat like the rain

They roared through the street of Los Angeles and Meena found herself not really caring where they were going. In fact, she rather hoped that they never had to stop. If they stopped would the spell be broken? Would he see her for the boring, timid screw up that she was? How could he not?

As if sensing what she was thinking one of Johnny’s warm hands came down off the handle bars to rest comfortingly on her clasped hands. Meena felt a jolt of warmth seep into her bones, lingering with little tingles of happiness that made her want to throw her head back and sing, scream, do something to release everything that seemed to well up inside of her when she was with him. To think it had only been less than an hour.

Surround me

Hold me deep beneath your waves

The bike started to slow down and Meena finally began to actually look around the area where they were stopping. it definitely wasn’t Beverly Hills anymore, that was for sure. It wasn’t exactly the ghetto, or gang territory, but it wasn’t that far above. The diner that they pulled up to was smack dab in the middle of a strip mall parking lot, as if the owner had decided that he’d rather stick out than fit in, even if that meant sticking out in a parking lot.

Johnny rolled the bike into a spot and the rush of wind, the sounds of the city were suddenly replaced by the insistent pounding of Meena’s heart in her ears like a countdown to the inevitable. Meena shakily got off of the bike, frantically trying to flatten out the wrinkles that were appearing in her pants, to no avail.

Still her heart pounded like a death march as it slowly squirmed out of her chest and up her throat, rendering her silent in her anticipation. She turned around to find Johnny leaning up against the bike and regarding her with an unreadable gaze that made her stomach churn and her heart pound harder and louder, deafening her to everything except its insistent rhythm. Until Johnny made it stop.

And every night my mind is running around her

Thunder's getting louder and louder and louder

“Ya know… ya look real good like that.” He mused and Meena nervously fiddled with her chaotic curls, trying to smooth them into some semblance of control. She froze when suddenly Johnny’s hand caught her wrist and gently pulled her hand away from her head, down to her side.

“Daan’t do tha’ love. Wouldn’t want ter ruin them gorgeous curls of yers.” Meena gulped inaudibly and opened her mouth to reply but nothing came out. How was it that he struck her dumb every time they touched? She wondered but she just let it happen, secretly, or not so secretly, enjoying his attentions.

Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

I can’t let you go now that I got it

“Let’s go get sum pie nah, yeah.” He released her and led the way into the diner, Meena scrambling to catch up to him, her brain reeling as it tried to resume some kind of normal function in the wake of Hurricane Johnny. Meena decided it was impossible when they had made it all the way to the table and she couldn’t even remember the code to her locker at work.

Meena daintily slid into the booth that was snuggled up in the corner of the restaurant against the warmth of the sun-filled windows. She picked up her menu and glanced through the vast selection of pies that the diner boasted. In truth she saw none of them, her brain consumed with the analysis of the situation. She had always been a brilliant analyst, but here she was stumped.

She peeked at Johnny over the top of her menu, watching curiously as he looked through the pie list like it was the meaning of life. He looked cute like that, eager and childlike in his desire for something as simple as dessert. She was musing about the dimple that snuck its way onto one of his cheeks when he looked up and his brown eyes locked with her blue ones.

It was like electricity danced between them, there was so much said in that one look.

And all I need is to be struck by your electric love

Baby, your electric love

Electric love

Johnny was the first to break the silence when his eyes slowly moved towards her menu, which she had stood up almost like a fort for her to hide behind, “Sooo… wot are ya gonna get?”

Meena looked at him in confusion and then she realized that she was supposed to have been looking a the pie selection while she was staring at him. Hoping that it didn’t seem too suspicious, she slowly put down her menu, revealing her pink cheeks and her tentative, trusting smile.

“I think I’ll have cherry.”

“Fantastic choice.” Johnny winked at her and Meena was sent back into space, her eyes glazing over slightly as the world melted away to reveal only Johnny. He was surrounded by that halo of light again and Meena felt like her heart was jumping up and down in her chest, doing its best to pop out and declare how she felt for the entire restaurant to hear. Thankfully, she managed to hold it in.

  Rushing through me

Feel your energy rushing through me

Feel your energy rushing through me

Moments later their pie arrived and Johnny dug into his chocolate creme pie like it was his last chance to survive. Meena giggled and took a small bite of her cherry pie. Johnny had been right, it was delicious. But before she could say so, Johnny took a break from inhaling his pie to actually deliver on his side of the deal.

Suddenly she was embroiled in his tale of an elusive serial killer that Johnny had tracked to the United States and was determined to take down. Meena listened rapturously, hanging on his every word, while at the same time admiring the way that his jaw clenched and his eyes hardened with determination as he spoke about his self-proclaimed nemesis.

Halfway through the tale it hit her like a ton of bricks. Johnny was a brilliant detective, who had discovered a case-breaking clue in her crime scene. As always she was just along for the ride, rather than contributing to his path, she was hindering it. The light faded from her eyes and her mind raged with a sea of shame, regret, and sadness.

  She would never be a good enough detective for a man like this. He deserved a woman who was his match in every way. Meena wasn’t that woman, she was sure of it. And yet every part of her, even the little rebellious side demanded that she keep him for herself.

“Wha do ya think?” Johnny’s voice cut through her indecision and melancholy like a knife and suddenly Meena was staring back into his compassionate eyes, her own dim with sadness. Even though he had asked her a question, Meena felt like her doubts and her thirst for solid answers as to why he brought her along could not hold back any longer.

Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle

I can’t let you go now that I got it

“Why me?” She blurted out and Johnny started at the sudden change in topic, looking at her in utter confusion.

“Wha’?” He asked, setting down his pie fork and pushing away the half eaten treat. Meena looked down at the table, took a deep breath, and let it all out.

  “Why did you choose me? I’m just a boring FBI agent who hasn’t been out in the field in years. I screw up every case I’ve ever had and I’m only good for doing paperwork. I’m a pushover, I have no confidence whatsoever and I am plain. I’m so plain it hurts. Why would you, the most dynamic and electrifying person that I have ever met choose me to come with you?” She panted slightly as if she had been running and tore her gaze away from the tabletop up to his face.

Some part of her wanted to see his realization, his rejection so that she could tamp down that rebellious little voice that demanded for him to recognize that she was special in every way, even if she didn’t believe it herself. Every one else had realized it, why not him?

And then Johnny reach across the table, cupped her face with one hand and gripped her free hand with the other. Meena stared up at him in shock as his eyes hardened with that familiar determination and lit with a new kind of fire.

  And all I need is to be struck by your electric love

Baby, your electric love

Baby, you're electric

“Yer so much more than tha’ Meena.” He insisted as he leaned across the table and gently pulled her to meet him in the center, their faces mere centimeters away from each other. Johnny gav eher that lopsided, cocky grin and his brown eyes softened once more to reveal a new, vulnerable piece of his puzzle.

“Yer… the electrifyin’ one. I loike that. Alot.” he whispered and then dove in for a kiss, their lips meeting in a crash that reverberated in shockwaves through their hearts.

And just like that, sparks flew.

[andrea-odown]

Keep on Singing - Chapter 33

A Sing (2016)-fanfic.

Read it on FF.Net and AO3.

Description: A few months have passed since the grand re-opening of the Moon Theater. All in all everything seems to be fine. But under the surface, everyone has to deal with some problems. Ash is facing writer’s block with her new album, Rosita is enjoying her new life as a famous singer, but has less and less time for her family, Mike is still hiding from some angry bears, Meena may has overcome her insecurity when it comes to singing, but interviews are still a challenge for her, and Johnny wants to turn the garage he and his father used to live in into a youth center. And Buster has to keep the theater running while keeping Ms. Crawly from driving the new secretary crazy and writing a new play.

Chapter 33: Mike

Mike gives a little laugh when Meena storms off. He looks into the round. They all look very confused and unsure of what to do.

Really? Don't they get it?

Granted, he isn't even sure why he gets it. Okay, he is sure, he just doesn't know why he cares.

With a roll of his eyes he lets his banner fall to the ground and motions to his bodyguards to follow him as he sets into motion.

He does make sure, though, that he looks bored and like he doesn't care.

He doesn't run, he just walks, his hands stuffed into his pockets.

He could be walking anywhere. It could be just a coincidence that he's walking into the same direction Meena stomped off.

He isn't sure if the others watch him. He presumes they do. He doesn't care.

Okay, he doesn't like it, but it can't be changed.

He adds a little extra "I'm just walking here"-attitude to his tread.

Which doesn't make any sense. If he actually left, he'd take his car.

But hey, he has a reputation to keep.

As soon as he's sure he's far enough away he picks up a little speed.

For a moment, he even thinks he lost Meena, but she's easy to find.

She's tall.

He follows her at a little distance. Then she turns into the park.

Mike looks over his shoulder to check if his bodyguards are still with him.

Which they are. Of course.

Heck, he's paying them well.

And with that he enters the park.

He finds Meena sitting on a bench, her face buried in her hands.

And suddenly he doesn't feel so sure what he's doing here any longer.

He shouldn't care.

He's Mike, "I only care about myself"-Mike.

No, more like "I only care about myself and Nancy"-Mike.

Maybe that's the problem.

If one can call it a problem.

Nancy has turned him into a caring being.

Maybe that's the price you pay when you love and care for someone. You start caring about others, too.

He shrugs and then jumps up on the bench next to Meena.

She doesn't seem to realize.

He looks for his bodyguards who are close-by, gesturing at them to stay at a distance.

"Rough day, huh, Jumbo?" he says matter-of-factly.

Meena jumps a little at the sound of his voice, then sits up a little more straight. She lets her hands slide down her face a little, so she can look at him.

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

He shrugs. "Sitting on a park bench on a beautiful day."

"That's not what I meant," Meena says.

"But that's what I said." He shrugs again. "Besides, it's the truth."

Actually, he isn't so sure what he's doing here any longer. He's not good at this giving comfort-thing. Never has been.

He knows how to comfort Nancy, but something tells him expensive jewelry and fancy clothes wouldn't work for Meena. Exquisite chocolates, maybe, but Meena probably doesn't care about the exquisite-part.

Meena takes her hands from her face and stares into the distance.

She seems to wait for him to speak up, but he has no idea what to say. Except for one thing.

"You screwed up," he says.

There are a lot of things that can be said about him, that he's a pleaser and a trickster, and they are all true, but he's never been dishonest with Meena.

He's been a little too honest, probably, when he told her to get off the stage because she was useless during rehearsals, but he did have a point back then.

And he has a point now.

Meena turns her head to look at him.

He isn't sure, but that in her eyes could be surprise.

"Yes," she says, her voice little more than a whisper, "I did."

Mike shrugs. "So what are you going to do next?"

"Next?"

"Yes, this is how this works," he explains. "The screwing up, I mean. You try something, you screw up, you pick up the pieces, and then you do something."

"But what?"

"I can't tell you that. You have to figure it out yourself."

You have to figure it out yourself, Mike.

The words his father said to him so many years ago.

It was after he's been caught cheating during a test at school.

His father could have told him that he should have studied harder, that he shouldn't have been so stupid to get caught, all these things, and he said neither of them.

He just told Mike that he screwed up and that now he has to figure out what to do next.

And that, he did. He took the test again after begging his teacher to give him another chance for three days straight. That time, he had a better cheat sheet and didn't get caught.

And suddenly it all comes together in Mike's head.

He isn't here because he cares - well, not primarily, and somehow, this makes him feel better.

He's here because he knows a whole lot about screwing up.

"I know it all looks terrible right now and you wish you could turn back time and do it again, better this time. But first, you can't, and second, who says you're actually going to do better a second time? So you pick up what's left of your pride from the ground, take a deep breath and figure out what to do next."

"Hm." Meena lowers her eyes to the ground. "Any ideas?"

"A few," he admits.

Really, he does, maybe a side-effect of having screwed up so often in his life.

Meena looks at him. "Mind sharing them with me?"

"Nah," he says with a little laugh. "I told you, you have to figure it out yourself."

"Oh." She lowers her eyes again.

"Only that much, Jumbo," he says as he gets up. "It's not as bad as you think."

She looks at him again. "What do you mean?"

He laughs again, a little louder this time. "You really want to get an answer out of me, huh?"

"Well, duh!"

"Okay, they can say a lot of things about you now, but there's one thing they can't deny," - he pauses a bit for some dramatic effect - "you, my lil' Jumbo, have an amazing singing voice."

He taps his hat as a greeting, jumps down the bench and walks back to his bodyguards before Meena can say something.

He feels somehow relieved which is kind of odd.

Must be because he's finally getting away from Meena, he tells himself when he reaches his bodyguards.

That's the only logical explanation, isn't it?

[meenasmoon]

How about a Johnny x Meena fic (Beach themed) where Johnny gets sunburnt

Sunburnt

Okie dokie guys. I felt that in honor of the first beach themed prompt I would do a human AU interpretation. Also I don’t think that I could justify a gorilla getting sunburnt. Any and all Human AU descriptions come from my own mind and are generally inspired by real people or fanart. If you have any questions about these depictions I am ever so glad to detail them out for you. And now let us continue on with the story.

When Meena Jones finally pulled up to the beach in her grandfather’s old beat up Lincoln Town Car she was practically bouncing in excitement. When Buster had organized this little barbeque on the beach she had been so excited that she packed her bag for the beach days in advance. She didn’t have a huge selection of swimsuits but she spent at least an hour trying them on and selecting her favorite. She had dropped her mom off at the diner with a kiss and a promise to pick her up at ten so that she could keep the car and then drove as fast as she dared to the beach.

She prectically leapt out of the car, gathering her bag and rushing towards the thin wisp of smoke that was originating from the grill. Once she hit the sand she slipped off her flip flops and dashed towards where her friends were gathered around a few beach chairs and a grill. As she neared her friends soft beach music reached her ears and the sweet smeel of barbeque filled the air. When she reached the beach chairs Ash was laying out on one of the chairs, safely ensconced in the shade of a nearby umbrella. Her face was buried in a book but surprisingly she was wearing a black and red bikini instead of her usual long-sleeve shirt and skinny jeans. Her dreadlocks had been pulled up in a large ponytail and she was wearing big, black, rounded sunglasses.

When Meena arrived she set down her book and stood with a lazy groan. Once she had finished stretching she pulled Meena into a quick hug and the two girls began to chat aimlessly. As they talked Meena set down her bag and nervously fiddled with the clothes that concealed her bathing suit before deciding that she could wait a little longer to reveal her suit.

She looked around and saw Rosita and Norman running around with their kids by the water. The five little hooligans were running around splashing in the waves, building sand castles and burying each other. Meena giggled affecionately as she watched the adorable little troublemakers keep their parents busy. Buster was manning the grill, whistling to himself as he flipped the burgers and turned over hot dogs. Eddie and Ms. Crawly were laying side by side in beach chairs, snoring loudly and in sync. Finally, way out in the distance two figures were sitting on surf boards waiting for a good wave. She could only assume that it was Johnny and Gunther because upon receiving his invitation to the beach Mike had sneered and said he wouldn’t be caught dead there.

At the thought of Johnny her mocha colored skin flushed slightly. She looked back and found Ash smirking at her knowingly. Meena just shrugged and fiddled with her shirt. Before Ash could make a comment about her obvious attraction to Johnny she slowly took off her shirt and shorts, revealing her favorite purple bathing suit. It hugged her body in all of the right places and was amazingly comfortable.

“Nice suit.” Ash commented as she stood up and began leading the way to the ocean. The two girls ambled down the beach over to Rosita and Norman who were taking a break while the kids took turns burying each other. They watched as Norman leaned over and gave Rosita an affectionate kiss on the cheek. Meena felt her heart flutter at the absolute cuteness of the scene in front of her but the peacefulness of the scene was quickly broken when two of Rosita’s boys ran over to Ash and Meena and began throwing balls of wet sand at the two girls. Ash got hit in the leg and Meena was struck directly in the stomach. She faked falling down to the ground and dying, calling for Ash to avenger her. Ash grinned as she grabbed two handfuls of sand and began chasing after the piglets.

Meena watched them go and Rosita appeared next to her to help her up off of the ground. The short round woman did her best to heave her curvy figure into an upright position once more. Meena valiantly tried to brush wet sand off of her body but the stubborn substance clung to her like glue.

“Hi sweetie.” Rosita said cheerfully and pulled her into a tight hug, “I’m so glad you could make it today. It’s gonna be so much fun.” Her grin grew impossibly wider and Meena gave her an affecionate squeeze before pulling away from her embrace. Almost like a magnet her gaze was once more drawn to the two forms sitting on surf boards in the middle of the ocean. Rosita followed her gaze and shook her head in exasperation.

“I wish those two boys had put on some sunscreen before they headed out there, but noooo I’m just being overprotective.” She mumbled to herself, making Meena giggle happily.

“How long have they been out there?” She asked curiously as she watched Johnny effortlessly ride a huge wave. She only half heard Rosita’s response.

“About an hour or more I think.” Rosita puzzled over for it for a second and then her attention was stolen as her children cane back for vengeance with more wet sand globs. This time, however, Ash was attacking along with then, an evil grin on her face. Meena and Rosita tried their best to defend themselves but they were outnumbered and quickly covered in sand. A truce was called after Rosita decided enough was enough and scolded her children, including Ash, with her mom voice. The kids ran off to tackle their father as soon as the scolding ended. Ash quickly rinsed off in the ocean and trekked back to the chairs where Buster had roused Eddie and Ms. Crawly and was serving food.

Meena slowly waxed into the ocean, savoring the feel of the warm water as each wave washed over her hot skin. She dipped under the water for a second, submerging her dark curls in the warm sea water. When she emerged, dripping with water and she tossed her head, trying to shake out her thick locks. She looked up and jumped slightly in surprise when she found Johnny staring at her as he leaned casually on his surfboard. His chiseled, tan chest was gleaming with sweat and ocean spray and his black hair was tousled by the wind.

Meena walked out of the ocean and up to him, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Hey Johnny.” She tried to say as suavely as possible, but it just sounded dorky to her.

“Um ‘ey Meena. Ya look nice today.” He seemed flustered which instantly made her feel more comfortable.

“Thanks so do you.” She tried not to linger her gaze on his green swim trunks and only gave them a slight glance before her gaze shot back up to his face.

Johnny smiled crookedly and opened his mouth to say something else but he was cut off by Ash’s voice as she called out to them from the grill where everyone else was waiting.

“Hey you two!! Hurry up or I’m gonna eat your food.” She called out and Johnny and Meena exchanged an amused look before hurrying over to where everyone else was eating. They loaded up their plates and grabbed two beach chairs, effectively securing their food from Ash’s bottomless stomach and joining the circle.

They sat around joking for about an hour, the sun beating down on them the entire time. After lunch Rosita wrangled her children and began rubbing sunscreen on the pale freckled skin that they had inherited from her. Once they were all lathered up she released them and went after Johnny, who was showing off his surf board to Meena and Ash.

Rosita snuck up behind him and slapped a sunscreen-covered hand onto his back. Johnny jumped away and turned to face her, crouched in a ready stance. Rosita adopted a similar stance and the two faced off while Meena and Ash watched.

“Johnathon. Bannerton. You will come here and let me put sunscreen on you or so help me…” she left the sentence hanging, her mom voice making all of the young people present straighten up reflexively. Johnny’s expression tightened in slight fear but he held steady in his stance. With a yell Rosita launched her small but formidable body at him, sending the startled guy to the ground. They wrestled for a minute before Johnny scrambled away and took off running down the beach. Rosita leapt to her feet and darted after him, moving faster than anyone had ever seen her move before. When Johnny looked back and saw her hot on his heels he sped up and ran for the water at full speed. Just as he was about to launch himself into the water Rosita leapt through the air like a ninja and tackled him into the ocean. Johnny hit the water with an audible slap that made everyone watching flinch reflexively, yet no one came to his aid.

Eventually Rosita stomped back to shore in a huff while Johnny watched from farther out in the water. She sent him a glare before returning to her sunny expression and her lounge chair where Norman was patiently waiting to be sun screened up. Everyone watching looked at the portly man and hole just shrugged, still smiling.

“It’s best to just let her have her way.” He said and then everyone scattered to put on sunscreen as Rosita neared the group. Even Meena, who never burned, lathered her skin in sunscreen.

About twenty minutes later Johnny felt that he was safe enough to return to land and he cautiously approached Meena and Ash. Rosita paid him no mind as she sat in the sand with her children making a huge sandcastle.

“Anyone wanna play some volleyball?” Johnny asked eagerly as he retrieved a volleyball from his backpack.

Meena, Ash, Eddie, Buster and Gunther agreed to play and they all began setting up a makeshift court by drawing lines in the sand. When it was finished the split into two teams. Johnny, Buster and Gunther and Ash Meena and Eddie.

Thus began a truly epic game of volleyball filled with needless dives into the sand, many losses of the volleyball, and so much laughter that no one could keep score. By the time they decided to call it quits the court had been destroyed and they were all laughing through their panting breaths. They stumbled back to the chairs to rest and Johnny collapsed on his designated chair. Because he was the most athletically inclined on his team he spent most of the game attempting to score until he gave up and played silly. As a result he was exhausted enough that all he could do was roll over onto his back, put on sunglasses, and go to sleep.

His soft snores made Meena giggle but after grabbing a soda she joined Ash in a walk along the beach. The two walked up and down the beach, playing in the waves and looking for exotic shells. Meena stumbled up a beautiful conch by accident and eagerly carried it back to the beach site to show everyone. By now the sun had started to set and the last couple days were reaching out over the horizon. When they got back to camp Buster and Norman were starting a bonfire while Rosita set up a snores station.

Unsurprisingly, Meena volunteered to go get Johnny so he could join them. Ash rolled her eyes as she dashed away but her smile gave away that her annoyance was affectionate in her own way.

When Meena found Johnny he was still passed out on the beach chair with his sunglasses on. Meena reached out to shake him awake and then pulled her hand back with a gasp. Every inch of visible skin was as red as a tomato.

“Johnny…Johnny!” She whispered, trying to hold back her giggles. He jerked awake and sat up quickly, looking around for the source of his name. When he saw Meena a sleepy smile spread across his face and he took off his sunglasses so he could wink at her.

Unfortunately this only made Meena laugh harder when he revealed the obvious sunglasses marks on his face.

“Wot’s so funny?” He asked, confused but Meena couldn’t say anything through her giggles. He waited slightly impatiently until she calmed down and was looking down at him with mirth filled eyes.

“Oh Johnny….Oh I’m so sorry but you look so funny…” she giggled but quickly schooled her face when he gave her another confused look.

“Wot do ya mean?” He frowned and Meena grabbed her phone so he could see himself in the front-facing camera.

“Johnny, your entire body is sunburnt.” She said as solemnly as possible. Johnny gaped at the red face that stared back at him on her screen and looked up at her, still in shock.

“But….But I never get sun burnt.” He whimpered and then hissed in pain when his hand slapped against his reddened stomach.

“You should have listened to Rosita.” Meena admonished him but the look didn’t last long as an idea occurred to her and she hurried over to rifle through her bag. Johnny watched her bemusedly but his eyes lit up with recognition when he saw the bottle she was returning with. This blue substance would save his ass.

He eagerly took the aloe gel from her and began lathering the entire front of his body with it. Cautiously Meena walked around behind him to see if he had been burned on the back too. What she found was a sea of red on his back, only broken up by his waist line and a single, tiny handprint impression.

Meena snorted as she desperately tried to hold back her laughter, trying to preserve at least a small amount of his dignity. Johnny stiffened and turned his head to catch her gaze, his eyes filled with an empty hope that his back had been spared. Meena shook her head and Johnny hung his head in disappointment. When he finally had the courage to look up he gestured to his back and then the bottle, his cheeks suddenly even redder.

“Could ya….could ya put this on my back?” He asked haltingly and Meena’s giggled immediately disappeared as her heart began to pound loudly in her chest.

“S-sure.” She stuttered out and accepted the bottle from him. Shakily she squeezed some aloe onto her hand and began to spread it over his back. Johnny moaned aloud as a pain that he hadn’t even been aware of was soothed by Meena and the magical blue gel. Meena’s heart almost stopped when he moaned but she kept spreading the aloe until his entire back was covered. Reluctantly she pulled her hand away from his warm smooth skin and stepped back.

“Whelp. That’s everything.” Johnny got up and grabbed a jacket, delicately sliding it over his reddened skin.

“Thanks Meena.” He said sheepishly and when she went to hurry past him and towards the bonfire he reached out a hand to gently grip her hand. She stopped in her tracks and breathlessly turned around to face him. His eyes were wide just like hers and his hand was sweaty but he was still smiling that adorable crooked smile that set him at an advantage.

“Wahn more thing.” He looked down and then back at her, “Could we keep the whole sun burn thing between us? I daan’t think I can ‘ankle Rosita’s ‘I told ya so’ right nah.”

Meena’s breath suddenly flowed back into her and she relaxed slightly. She squeezed his hand slightly in reassurance and then smiled brightly up at him.

“Sure thing Johnny. Just us.” She promised and just when she thought she would escape without embarrassing herself Johnny leaned in and bestowed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meena froze and gaped up at him for a second, her expression causing him to chuckle quietly. Slowly she shook herself out of it and managed to walk with him to the bonfire where they joined Ash in the beach chairs that she had saved for them.

Ash looked over at Meena teasingly and elbowed her in the side playfully.

“Hey Meena, why are you so red? Didja get sunburned?” But Meena remained silent, her entire face bright red.

[meenasmoon]

Hi , um could you do a fanfiction of johnny/meena learning to dance or doing something really cute together ?

Thanks for my first prompt anon! I have a couple more to fill and I hope to do them this weekend! I hope you enjoy this oneshot because I sure did!

The Perfect Partner

“Ok now slowly…slowly…” Rosita nervously hovered over Johnny and Ash as the two performers slowly moved around the stage. Johnny was nervously watching his feet, trying desperately not to step on Ash’s feet while the young porcupine flinched as he once again squeezed her hand nervously. It wasn’t his fault, he was three times Ash’s size now with his recent growth spirt. He had to lean down just to dance with her and he didn’t know how to dance in the first place.

“Ow!” Ash looked meaningfully up at Johnny who sighed and released her from his grip right as his heavy foot landed on top of her small one.

“Johnny!” She groaned in frustration and the gorilla immediately backed off, putting at lest a couple feet of distance between them.

“I’m so sorry Ash.” He said, defeat coloring his voice.

“Don’t worry about it Boy Scout. It’s not your fault you dance like you got no feet.” She said sarcastically and limped over to where Ms. Crawley was waiting with some ice packs.

“I can’t do this Mistah Moon.” Johnny groaned and ran a hand through his spiked hair in exasperation.

“I know it’s hard Johnny but my vision for this show is of you dancing and somehow we have to figure that out.” Moon tapped his clipboard thoughtfully and looked over his options. Johnny was definitely his number one choice for this song, his soulful voice was beyond perfect for it, his only trouble was finding the best partner for him. Ash was definitely out now that he saw their chemistry when they were dancing. It was practically nonexistent, besides their size difference was just too hard to get over. Rosita was too small for the large gorilla as well so that left… Meena.

It was like a stroke of genius hit him and the director inside of him was already coming up with ideas for the two. With Johnny’s growth spurt, he was now slightly taller than Meena. Their voices were a perfect match, both vocal powerhouses. He jumped happily onto the stage and hurried towards Meena who was humming happily as she observed Eddie going through his cues with her.

“Meena!” Buster crowed happily and the elephant turned to him with an eager smile on her face.

“Yeah Mr. Moon?” She asked in her deceptively quiet voice. She was still rather timid offstage despite her knew confidence onstage and most people underestimated her voice based on her personality.

“I have the perfect assignment for you. You are going to replace Ash in the number with Johnny.” he stated matter of factly and pulled her onto the stage where Johnny was desperately trying to work out the steps with Rosita but his nerves were taking over and he kept going the wrong way or nearly stepping on Rosita’s nimble feet.

“Wait…what?” Meena squeaked in surprise and reflexively pulled her ears in close to her face to hide her deep blush. 

“It’ll be perfect. Just trust me.” the excited little koala winked at Meena but she was not reassured in the slightest. Being alone with Johnny always made her so flustered. She could barely even talk to him, let alone perform with him.

“Alright Rosita. Teach these two how to dance.” he gently shoved Meena forward and she collided with Johnny who swiftly caught her and helped steady her on her feet. Rosita grinned and Buster, picking up on his true purpose.

“Okay everyone let’s get started.” she clapped her hands to get their attention and then jogged over to the radio to pick the right music. Johnny smiled sweetly down at Meena and said quietly so that only she could hear, “Thanks for bein’ me partner. I’m glad it’s ya.”

Before Meena could say anything the music started up and Rosita bounded over to where they were awkwardly standing close together.

“Alright first things first, Meena take off that sweatshirt, and Johnny you take off that leather jacket of yours.” Johnny quickly slipped out of his jacket while Meena reluctantly pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She was rarely seen without her signature faded baby blue sweatshirt so it was a surprise when Johnny turned around to find her dressed in a flattering lavender t-shirt. Meena smiled shyly at him when she caught him staring and Johnny quickly looked away, his cheeks turning a little red in response.

“Okay chop chop.” Rosita pulled them back into reality and Meena and Johnny immediately ran over to stand at attention in front of her.

“Let’s start with some basic stuff.” Rosita gently pushed them so that they were facing each other and then she placed Johnny’s tentative hand on the curve of Meena’s waist. They both jumped slightly at the intimate contact but just as quickly they settled into it as if Johnny’s hand was made to rest on Meena’s hip and Meena’s hip had been molded perfectly for his hand. Rosita placed Meena’s hand on Johnny’s shoulder and when she went to nudge their hands together the two intertwined their hands without any form of prompting. Rosita grinned triumphantly and bounced back over to her spot in front of them.

“Let’s start with some basic steps.” With that they were off, Rosita dictating their every move, and their eyes rarely leaving each others. Their hearts were pounding simultaneously and Meena’s breathing was a little shallow but neither seemed to notice.

When she noticed them getting a little stiff Rosita stopped them and put her hand over their joined ones. “Just relax you two. Imagine that it’s only the two of you dancing and everything will be fine.” Johnny gulped and Meena blushed brightly but they both nodded.

They continued like this for hours, the dance gradually progressing towards a more complicated routine. After one last try, Rosita decided that they were good enough to show Mr. Moon who had long since retreated to his office so that eh could get some work done. When everyone was comfortably seated in the audience, Mr. Moon and Rosita in the front, the house lights dimmed and Johnny and Meena resumed the position that felt natural at that point. Their hands belonged together and his hand belonged on her hip.

The sweet melody of the song that Rosita had chosen for them filled the stage and they were off like magic. Of course they were still new to dancing and sometimes the steps were a little bit off, but those small imperfections were nothing in comparison to their chemistry and they twirled around the stage in unison.

Their small audience was captivated as they watched the pair dance like no one was watching. They could tell by the looks on Meena and Johnny’s faces that they could see no one but each other. It was beautiful and magical but eventually the song had to come to an end and so did the magic.

With one last twirl, Johnny brought Meena in close to his chest and dipped her as low as he could without making her nervous. They were just staring at each other, their faces moving ever closer, when loud applause broke them out of their reverie.

Johnny helped Meena up into standing position and the pair bashfully bowed.

“Perfect! Absolutely perfect. I’m a genius!” Buster congratulated himself as Meena and Johnny hurried off stage to escape their admirers.

Just as Meena was about to disappear into the locker room to get changed and ready to go home Johnny stopped her with a hand on her arm. She turned around curiously to find her friend nervously rubbing the back of his neck and looking at the floor.

“Would ya uh, loike ter get sum ice cream sometime?” he stuttered out, his face cherry red. Meena was silent for a moment and Johnny felt himself being overwhelmed by the sudden urge to flee but his whole body filled with relief when she finally answered in a timid but happy voice.

“I’d love to.”