#look at Johnny's sad little face 🥺

[starlightvld]

A bit of comfort

Price offers MacTavish the comfort of a hand on the shoulder as he deals with the aftermath of a certain Simon "Ghost" Riley.

Giant thanks once again to @kibagib for this fantastic art of a scene from chapter 2 of Broken Bones and Shattered Hearts. I can't even begin to explain how lovely Kiba has been to work with through the whole process (and also puts up with me going on and on and on about character motivations and minute details that never make it into the story). It's been amazing. Thank you so much!!!

[beloveds-embrace]

can we get Duchess reader yearning for a baby of her own 🥺 imagine there was a Ball in the neighboring kingdom and Duchess!Reader and Duke!Price was invited, celebrating the birth of the Kingdom’s new heir, a baby boy on her fellow Duchess’s arms.

And reader coos at the baby while masking the deep ache in her heart thinking that it’ll be so impossible to have a baby with her husband due to him and his lovers 😢

cue to Duchess!Reader having a heavy heart through out the entire event and even the days after that, until one of our boys asks her what wrong.

(And John having to hold Johnny back bc that nasty dog has been waiting to get his paws on her since forever)

Oh my god yes??? Anon i could smooch your brain right now yes??? This is so good i love it. Sorry for the abrupt ending though, had no idea how to finish it off 😔

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“Such an adorable little one,” you coo softly, the newborn held delicately and carefully in your arms, swaddled in the baby blue blankets you and John had bought among your other gifts for your fellow Duke and Duchess. “He looks so much like you, I’m in awe.”

Your friend laughs lightly, sipping on her drink. With a soft sigh, she leans closer towards you. The party is in full swing, so many other nobles mingling and networking, but thankfully you and your friend have your own little corner for now and everyone has already congratulated her and her husband.

“So,” she begins, her eyes flickering towards where both of you two’s husbands are speaking. The smiles on their faces are clearly happy, though you aren’t surprised; John had mentioned that he’s already friends with the Duke during the carriage ride. “So. What about you and Duke Price, hm? Any surprises we should prepare for?”

Ah. You had been dreading this.

You sigh, shaking your head. Though the smile returns as you gaze at the napping baby, so small and precious in your arms. With you friend’s permission, you gently kiss his tiny little fists. “Not at all. We are happy as we are.”

And it’s not as if you are lying by any means, oh no. You are happy. Life as Duchess was far, far much better than you had expected it’d be, a lot less restrictive than you had prepared for it to be.

But…

You can’t lie to yourself. You’ve been feeling a sense of discontent from the very second you stepped into the gala venue. Perhaps for even longer, though it hadn’t been especially felt until this moment. Not until you held this baby in your arms.

You want a baby, too, you had realized. Motherhood. A child all yours, calling you momma and toddling into your arms. You had been unable to stop yourself from feeling the little bud of jealousy towards your friend, because you knew you’d likely never experience such a thing due to your unique situation.

John has his own partners whom he loves. You weren’t among that list, and you didn’t particularly enjoy the idea of having sex with another man with the potential risk of your parents, or anyone else, asking for a paternity test because you know someone would ask. Your mother, probably; she was always warning you not to whore yourself out, and your father didn’t even need to say anything-

“My dear?”

John’s concerned voice pulls you out of your thoughts, his hand gentle on your elbow, and it’s only then you realize you had been staring down at the baby with such sadness, so not befitting of such a beautiful gala. So you shake your head, clearing your thoughts, and turn to him and your friend's husband.

When the baby squirms, you coo softly and hand him back to your friends, gentle and careful. That's when you turn to John, giving him a simple smile. "Yes, Your Grace?"

The worry remains on his face, less visible however, and his eyes look over you carefully. Your friends are too busy with their son and showing him off to care about what you two are saying in the corner he’s led you to. "Are you alright?”

As if you’d ever tell him what the issue is. You don’t want to make John feel pressured into this, of all things. You’d rather be divorced than do so, and that should speak volumes on its own.

It’s a silly want, anyways. You have everything you could possible need right now, married and stable. You aren’t about to ruin it with your own two hands.

So you nod your head, and brush away all thoughts of a little baby cradled in your arms. “Yes, I am. I was just lost in thought. Shall we return to the party?”

John observes you for a few seconds more, and then he sighs and nods. “Very well. Would you do me the honor of this dance, my dear Duchess?”

Between the dazzling lights and John’s arms, you can almost forget the lingering desire.

But over the next few days after the gala, it becomes clear to John- to all your the men that something is terribly bothering you. There is a lingering sadness around you so profound even your maids have sensed it, wondering if perhaps you and the Duke have finally had your first fight… but he looks even more more worried and confused than them. You weren’t mad at anyone, that much he could tell, but he didn’t understand the heartache plaguing you.

“…are you sick, my lady?” Kyle asks you one day, placing down a tray of fresh desserts. Your favorites, all made by Johnny himself, yet you barely flick a look towards it.

“Not at all. Thank you, Kyle, but I’m afraid I can’t eat anything at the moment.” Your reply is soft, patient, as it always is, but the furrow in your brows remain and your frown deepens. Kyle hates it. He hates it so, so much. You’ve even stopped taking your usual break-walks, staying inside your room and asking for nothing in particular.

“My lady,” he presses on, voice softer. Comes to stand close to you, and holds his elbow out. “Maybe a walk, then? You look tired. Some sun might do you good- or a picnic? I can pack the desserts and-”

You avoid his eyes and look away, shaking your head. “Thank you, but my answer’s the same, Kyle. I’d just… like to be left alone, please. Could I trouble you to also inform John I won’t be joining him for dinner tonight?”

You are simply glad you managed to hide the little paper you’d been writing on before he came in. Baby names, for the babies you’d never have. It certainly didn’t help make your mood better, but you couldn’t help yourself. Looking at John, or any of them, also made you feel guilty anew.

“…not a problem, my lady. I’ll leave the desserts here for you just in case.”

Several days later, it’s Johnny who comes to you. You are alone in the conservatory, trying hard to get over this stupid, lingering feeling. It’s silly, you know it is, but… ugh.

Johnny says nothing even when you call his name out with a questioning tone, and much to your shock, he kneels down to take your hands in his. It’s so wholly inappropriate, and you look around in fear of anyone seeing.

“No one’s around, m’lady,” Johnny shakes his head, not letting your hands go yet.

“Johnny-“

“No one’s around.” He repeats, firmly, and his eyes gaze at you. “M’lady. Have we made ye angry? Has anyone made you upset? Is my food not to your liking?”

“Johnny…” you sigh, shaking your head. Inwardly, you scold yourself for bothering everyone like this. This should have been your issue alone to solve and hide. “No, no. Nothing like that. I just need some time alone, in general.”

“But why-“

“No particular reason.” You quickly cut him off, gently pulling your hands away. “Please, Johnny. I’ll get better soon, promise. But I just… need time.”

But the desire, the longing, still remains. You can’t even confide in anyone, so you also feel painfully lonely on top of everything else. John is still searching, still trying to find what or who’s made you like this, but not even your closest maids are of help.

Still, while you wished to wallow your misery away in your rooms and office, you didn’t have much choice when you’d received an invitation to the opera troupe funded by the Price duchy; making an appearance was a must, and unfortunately John had a very important meeting that day so Simon is the one to accompany you.

“You’ve been sad lately.” Simon doesn’t beat around the bush, all the lights focused on the stage so you are both draped in shadows, hidden from sight.

You turn to him, a refusal on your lips already-

“No.” He shakes his head. “You aren’t just tired, Duchess. You are sad. Everyone can see it, and it’s making us worried. All of us.” He adds, not letting you latch onto your usual excuse. Performance ignored, his entire attention is on you.

And you are just- too tired. Ashamed of yourself, you sigh.

“It’s awful of me…” your whisper, bottom lip quivering. “I-… I want a baby, Simon.” You admit, so softly and quietly you don’t look at his reaction to see if he’d even heard you in the first place. You shouldn’t be telling him of all people your issues, but- you can’t help yourself. “A child. I want to experience motherhood, but- I don’t, I refuse to put such a burden on John, or get in the way between all of you again-“

You ramble on, not meeting his eyes. Your hands are tembling around the mask you’d taken off, holding it in your lap.

Simon?

Simon can’t take his eyes off your stomach. You. You, pregnant; swollen and glowing with a child. Maybe children, even. Their children. His. He can’t believe this is what has had you so upset for so long; did you think they- John- would say no to you?

“Darling, ” The nickname slips out; he couldn’t help himself. He is glad the no one is paying attention to them, in the higher rows. Simon laces your pinkies together, raising your hand to kiss your knuckles, silencing your worried rambling. “Darling. Let us return home. Staying here isn’t doing you any good. Tonight, I want you to let Kyle spoil you with a warm bath, and for you to eat and then sleep. Rest. Tomorrow, we’ll speak. I’ll inform the troupe leader you weren’t feeling too well.”

“I- I… speak about what? What?”

Simon simply ushers you out, to the awaiting carriage. He doesn’t answer any of your questions, even when you pout and the it makes your lipstick glisten to prettily, though if you can feel that his hands are inappropriately tight around your waist, you simply blame it on your tightened corset.

At home, you are still confused. Simon is acting off, staring at you with a look that makes you all flustered, but you don’t protest when Kyle gently leads you away.

You’ll get your answers tomorrow, you are sure. But in the meantime…

“She wants a baby, John,” Simon groans, repeating the words again. His jacket is thrown off to the side, sleeves rolled up his elbows. Even from here, he can see how John eyes them appreciatively. “A baby, John. Seeing her pregnant-“

Another groan, but the one comes from between John’s thighs. Johnny, hands tied behind his back with Simon’s belt because the second he found out what the issue he was so, so ready to go and beg you to let him fix it. A bairn is what you want, a bairn is what he’ll give you- chunky, adorable, and hopefully looking like you.

John had to hold him back, though. He wants nothing more than to do the same, kiss you breathless and promise he’ll give you as many as you want, but he also knows you need a clear, rested head before he speaks with you.

The thought of seeing your pregnant, though, has his fist tightening in Johnny’s hair.

“I know. Fuck, I know, Si. Tomorrow, I’ll speak to her.”

[lanawrx]

Johnny Joestar crushing on Reader at first sight

a/n: Johnny is so sos o sos o soso soooo cuuuteeee <33 my cutiepatootie my lil gumdrop, my lil sad blue Kentuckian 🥺

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Johnny had been staring at you from a distance, like a moth drawn to a flame, since the very moment he laid eyes on you before the Steel Ball Run began. He couldn't quite explain it, but there was something about you that stirred something deep inside him, like the first taste of sweet tea on a hot summer's day.

The Steel Ball Run was about to kick off, and while Johnny's focus was on the race, he couldn't help but keep an eye on you. Your presence seemed to shine brighter than the desert sun. He saw you laughing with friends, your smile as warm as a southern sunrise. It was a sight he couldn’t shake from his mind.

As the race progressed, Johnny’s heart skipped a beat every time he spotted you by chance. He had a rough exterior and nerves of steel when it came to the competition, but when it came to you, he felt like a schoolboy with a crush, unsteady and unsure.

Despite the numerous women he had bedded in his prime, the feelings he had for you were new, pure, and most of all, terrifying.

You were beautiful, and even with your dusty riding gear and dirt-smudged face, he couldn't help but freeze at the thought of going up to you.

He didn't deserve you. He was so sure of that.

But he wanted to, though. So badly.

The day of the next stage, he found himself at a dusty tavern, nursing a drink and trying to calm the jitters that had taken up residence in his chest. Gyro, the charismatic person that he is, was chatting animatedly with some locals. Johnny, however, was distracted, his gaze frequently darting toward the door.

And then, as if the universe had heard his silent wish, you walked into the tavern. Johnny’s heart leapt. He watched you with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape. Gyro noticed and nudged him with a knowing grin.

“Nyoho! Looks like you got yourself a little something on your mind, Johnny,” Gyro teased.

Johnny flushed and shoved Gyro, praying the bastard wouldn't do something to make him look a fool.

"Shut it, Gyro. And don't you dare do somethin' stupid!" Johnny hissed, balling up his fist and trying to look small in his wheelchair to avoid your potential gaze, no matter how much his heart was begging for your eyes to land on his own baby blues.

"Johnny-boy, you wound me! I'd never do such a thing." Gyro snickered, slumping in his chair to show that he was harmless.

The blue-eyed blonde rolled his eyes, feeling wary of Gyro's habit to cause trouble. But the Italian had a point, his mind had been stuck on you ever since he saw you. That bright smile of yours lifted his mood like no other whenever he thought about it, and the small glimpses he caught of you whenever you crossed paths on the trek of the past stage made his body tingle and his face warm.

If his legs still worked, he was sure he'd still end up in a wheelchair with the way you made him feel weak.

Johnny suddenly felt the weight of his insecurities. His legs—lame and useless—seemed heavier than ever. He was convinced that someone like you could never be interested in him. But he couldn’t deny the pull he felt.

He glanced over to you, spotting you just a few feet away waiting on some refreshments you ordered at the bar. The bar wasn't too tall, either. You were at the perfect height to talk face-to-face if he was sitting next to you.

Next to you...

Johnny entertained the thought, imagining the two of you laughing together, talking about how you both got halfway across the country for the chance to win a grand prize of $50 million dollars.

He'd gaze at your lips, wondering how even in the western heat can they look so glossy and kissable.

"Guh!" Johnny covered his face with one hand, feeling his cheeks burn.

He hated feeling like this, like some inexperienced teenage boy at the thought of just staring at your lips.

And with the impulse of a teenage boy, he figured that to remedy these pesky feelings, he should just get it over with.

Gathering his courage, Johnny puffed up his chest and approached you. He suddenly felt a little awkward, his hands trembling slightly as he wheeled himself over to you.

“Uh, hey there. I, uh, noticed you around and thought you might like a drink. It’s on me,” he said softer than he had intended, his voice carrying the faintest hint of a Kentucky drawl.

You looked up at him with a curious smile, your eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky. Johnny felt like he might faint right then and there. His mind raced with self-doubt. Why would you want to talk to him? He felt so small and unworthy.

"How kind of you. Joestar, right?" You smiled.

And he melted.

"I- uh, yes! Joestar, my last name. You- you've kept an eye on me, or somethin'?" He fumbled, face warming at his bumbling demeanor.

This was not going the way he had planned.

"Mm, somethin' of the sorts," you mumbled with a shy look in your eyes.

You seemed so docile now that he was talking to you. But he could appreciate that. Made it easier to talk when he knew you were feeling just as nervous. Or at least, you seemed that way.

"Well, go ahead then. Whatever you want, it's on me," he gently urged, taking your responses as an invitation to sit next to you as he wheeled in closer to the bar.

"I'll let you know; real sweet, that's how I like my drinks." You ordered the sweetest damn thing on the menu, and he wasn't surprised. Your tastes matched your looks.

The two of you chatted in the bustling atmosphere of the tavern. Getting to know each other, hearing about how the last stage went for each of you. And he liked it, talking to you. It was easy, and it was as refreshing as the drink you were sipping on.

Johnny glanced over at Gyro, who was still engrossed in conversation with the locals, but occasionally shot Johnny a glance and a thumbs-up, clearly pleased with how things were going. Johnny shook his head slightly, amused by the gesture.

“So,” you said, your voice softening, “you’re really set on winning this race, huh?”

Johnny nodded, his expression growing a bit more serious. “Yeah. It’s not just about the money, though that sure would be nice. It’s... it’s about proving something. To myself, more than anything.”

You tilted your head slightly, your gaze searching his. “Proving what?”

He hesitated, then sighed. “That I’m still worth something. That even with everything that’s happened, I can still... I don’t know. Make something of myself.”

Your expression softened, and Johnny felt a pang of vulnerability as he looked into your eyes. He was afraid that you’d pity him, that you’d see him as just another broken man trying to piece together the remnants of a shattered life. But there was no pity in your gaze, only understanding.

“You’re worth more than you think, Johnny,” you said quietly, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his arm. “You’re out here, giving it everything you’ve got. That’s more than a lot of people can say.”

Johnny swallowed, his throat tight. He wanted to believe you, wanted to hold on to those words and let them seep into the cracks of his self-doubt. But it was hard. He’d spent so long feeling like a shadow of his former self, like he was less than what he used to be. But here you were, seeing something in him that he couldn’t quite see in himself.

Before he could respond, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “And for the record, I think you’re cute. I’d love to see you again in the next stage.”

Johnny’s breath hitched, and his heart felt like it might burst out of his chest. He was stunned, his mind scrambling to process what you had just said. Cute. You thought he was cute. The words played over and over in his mind, each repetition making his heart swell a little more.

He turned to face you, his blue eyes wide with a mix of surprise and something that felt dangerously close to hope. “You... you really mean that?”

You pulled back slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I do. So, what do you say? Think we can catch up again after the next stage?”

Johnny nodded, a slow, genuine smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, I’d like that. A lot.”

As the two of you continued talking, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that little corner of the tavern.

And when the time came to part ways, Johnny felt a warmth in his chest that hadn’t been there before. He watched you leave, his heart lighter than it had been in years. As he wheeled back over to Gyro, the older man gave him a knowing grin.

“Well, Johnny-boy, looks like you’ve got yourself a date for the next stage.”

Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle, his eyes still lingering on the door where you’d just exited. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

For once, the race didn’t seem so daunting. The road ahead might be long and grueling, but now, Johnny had something more to look forward to.

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oh the image of Darling alone with her newborn daughter, afraid and uncertain 🥺 what if she did call the guys during a moment of vulnerability, begging them to come get her, she can’t do this by herself?

This is my absolute jam. Anon, I love you.

18+ Mature themes Baby trap au Takes place after this

Johnny is having a nice dream.

He knows it's a dream, because you're in it. And instead of seeming sad and tired and overwhelmed, like you looked in the store a few weeks ago, you look happy, and comfortable, beaming up at him with the baby in your arms while she coos sleepily against your chest. Simon stands beside you, hand on your shoulder, peeking over to look at her, before flicking his gaze back to Johnny's, his own smile stretched wide across his face.

There's a shrill, annoying sound in his dream, something that makes him frown, before he redirects his attention, back to you, Simon, and Bee, his baby, that he doesn't even know yet. His family, the pieces that make him whole, that he doesn't get to have.

The shrill sound gets louder, and this time, he can feel himself waking up, being pulled forward into consciousness.

No, no nononono please, let me stay here, let me stay-

"Phone." Simon grunts, mouth hot against his neck, and Johnny pats around the bed for it, before locating the thing under a pillow.

Blocked number? A telemarketer, at this hour? He blinks when he sees the time, 0347, and then blanches when another thought occurs to him.

"Simon." he's sharp with it, word full of intent, and it has Simon jerking awake.

When Johnny tilts the phone screen, his eyes widen.

"Answer it." He barks, and then Johnny slides the call open.

"Hello?" he's holding his breath after he answers, waiting for a response from whoever it could be.

He expects someone, you, hopefully, to say hello, or hi, or anything. But that doesn't happen, instead... the line is quiet. Dead air... but open. Like someone is there. Like someone is listening.

Simon's grip tightens on his knee.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

He can hear breathing on the other end, light puffs of air, and it emboldens him, encourages him to take a guess, take a chance.

"Darling? Is that you?" He softens his voice, trying to be as gentle as possible, trying to coax you, if it is truly you. The line stays silent for a while, seconds, and then-

"Johnny?" It's your voice, but it doesn't sound like you. You sound... distraught. Your voice is scratchy, pitched with rasp, and he swallows.

"Yes, I'm here. We're here." You're crying now, he can hear it through the phone, and Johnny's heart lurches, while Simon stares at the phone in his hand like it's a bomb.

"J-Johnny." You cry, and he wants to scream at how useless he feels.

"I'm here, I'm here darling. Talk to me."

"I ca-can't." you sound broken, and he looks at Simon in a panic, who has a fist clenched in his hair, eyes wide and wild.

"Can't what?" He asks, but then the baby cries, little wails that turn immediately into screams, and the phone sounds like it's being shuffled. "Can't what, love. Talk to me, tell me what's wrong."

"She's si- ick, and I'm, I- I'm sick and I haven't slept and we both have fevers... I don't know." You echo like you've put him on speakerphone, and he can hear you sobbing, while Bee screeches over the sound. Sick? You're sick? The baby is sick? Panic pounds in his heart, and his mind conjures all of the things that could go wrong to the forefront.

"Where is she?" Simon demands, and Johnny shakes his head while he quickly mutes the mic.

"We can't just barge in on her, she's skittish enough-"

"The fuck we can't. She needs us, Johnny." He's already getting dressed, putting sweatpants on and Johnny's internal battle rages. They could spook you. They could scare you off. They could never see you again. "She needs a bloody doctor, MacTavish. They both do. Ask her. Now." The order stings, and Johnny forces his doubt away.

"Darling... where are you?"

"At my-" Bee screams in the background, and he listens to you try to soothe her, voice cracking as you sing a soft lullaby through your tears before coming back to the phone. "My apartment."

"Will you give us the address? So we can come help?" He tries to ask it gently, tries to ease into it, and then they both hold their breath before you rattle it off in a shaky voice.

"Okay, darling. We're on our way, okay?" Simon calls to the phone while Johnny shoves himself into a sweatshirt, and you make some kind of noise, that sort of sounds like an okay, before saying you're going to hang up to take care of Bee.

"Alright, love. We'll be there soon. Everything's going to be alright."

[poeticamethyst]

Cobra Kai Kiaz moments that I noticed in season 6 part 2 : im a little sleepy now so this list may be updated and quoted later but anyways you have been warned that this is a spoiler post

Within the first five minutes Miguel clearly wanted to share a room with Robby. Not to mention that look he gave him when he came out of the shower later on. 🤭🌚

Miguel notices Robby leaving the hotel room, paying special attention to him- as if he wasn’t already when he kept calling Robby’s name as the bet was being made with Kwon beforehand.

Miguel “shows how it’s done” in the tournament but really I think it was to impress Robby and motivate him, not to try and show he’s “better” then Robby- especially with that leadership pep talk he gave him which is a whole other moment that proves my point- “you not being a leader is bullshit”

Miguel STOOD UP TO JOHNNY LIKE IN SEASON THREE! I NEEDED MORE OF THAT! “You’ll probably find a way to make things worse at the hospital too. Just how you couldn’t walk to the hospital when Robby was born, huh? No wonder Robby’s so messed up.” Something along those lines

Miguel immediately asking Robby what was going on when he was gone, I just wanted them to kiss right there as keenry seemed to be over (even if it was sad miscommunication) and I think they could have if Miguel had the wrong idea with axel. But ofc I loved he believed Sam but axel lowkey seems psycho lol it was giving Yandere but ANYWAY I did ship saxel at the beach when I saw them! Enough yapping now

Miguel’s voice echoing in Robby’s head before he tapped Kenny in saying “lead and we’ll follow” was so gosh darn beautiful and romantic, for the first time we see Miggy be a positive light in Robby’s head!

At the brawl they end up feeling each others backs and turn around and nod before kicking ass together! 🥺🥹

Miguel called the binary brothers (or boyfriends) his brothers and NOT Robby- but agreed they were all family hehe. Robby’s just not his ‘brother’. 🌚

I don’t know why, but that little conversation “maybe you should take your own advice” “you got something to say?” “I’ve already said it” in the locker room hit hard- I got the sense Miguel was jealous of Tory but also really wanted Robby to succeed and was worried all at once. Robby definitely noticed and took every word Miguel said to heart and that’s why he has a conflicted look on his face when Miguel leaves also mad at Johnny. Just AGH I love them

[alaskan-wallflower]

You sent me some hcs so now I’ll send you some in return ❤️🎞️

• sometimes the gang will have sleepovers where they’ll all sleep in the living room on the floor. They’ll drag out all the blankets and pillows from their room and just be in a puppy pile on the floor

• going off your hc of Darry being a daycare worker, one day he came home from work looking utterly green and Soda and Pony are like oh hell no this bitch brought a stomach bug home and of course they all get sick and it’s a miserable experience. It gets passed through everyone in the gang, no one is safe, and it’s all Steve and Soda’s fault because they can’t stay apart for too long without being bored so Steve tried to hang out w him while they were sick and got sick himself then everyone else got it too 😭

• in the summer they’ll all go to a lake to go swimming and Darry will pack everyone sandwiches and sodas and they’ll have a fun day in the water <3 he attempts to teach everyone how to swim but Soda and Steve are roughhousing, Two-Bit is scared of going where he can’t reach and is clinging to Darry (Darry literally has Two-Bit on his hip like a baby 😭), and Dally is getting a kick out of trying to wrestle Pony and Johnny at the same time 💀 they were doing chicken fights at one time like where you sit on someone’s shoulders but Steve was on Soda’s and Pony was on Two-Bit’s and Pony “accidentally” poked Steve in the eye so they had to stop

• Soda saved up for awhile and got Darry a really nice heating pad for his birthday that he could use on his back when he’s sore but Soda ends up using it more than him because he steals it every time he has a stomachache smh 🤦🏼‍♀️

• Darry LOVES gossip. You know who else does? Dally and Steve. Between the three of them, they know EVERYONE’S business in town. Dally knows a lot of people from the different gangs, Steve hears stuff at work, and so does Darry, especially stuff about the adults in town like teachers from school and peoples parents and stuff. The three of them will be sitting at the kitchen table with their chins in their hands just like “and THEN what happened?” they’re so nosy

• Two-Bit is super good with kids so maybe one day Darry helps him get a job at the daycare so he can finally start getting his life together and he LOVES it so much and is actually really good at it 🥺

• Johnny skips school allll the time literally just because like he’ll sleep over the Curtis house and everyone is getting ready in the morning and he’s just laying on the couch still. Darry will be like “come on Johnny you’re gonna be late if you don’t get up now!!” And Johnny’s just like “um no 😊 no school today ❤️” and Darry’s just like bruh. Pony tries to pull the same thing after seeing Johnny do it and Darry’s like absolutely not

• whenever Soda is sad, Darry is who he wants. He finds so much comfort in his big brother, especially because Darry can always tell when something is wrong. He’ll just get this look on his face when he’s upset and Darry’s like “come here” and just pulls Soda into a nice long hug and lets him talk about whatever he needs to <3

I hope you liked these! Most of them were just silly and fun ❤️ love Johnnycakesswitch ❤️🎞️

BROO the happy little dance I did when I saw you sent me an ask, your hcs are my favorites i swear 😭😭😭

THEY DO HAVE CUDDLE PILES 🗣️ Like I know it starts out with just the Curtises and then Steve drags his ass over and crawls next to Soda and then Two Bit JUMPS in and crushes everyone’s legs (bitch) and they just invite Johnny over because he will NOT insinuate cuddles, you have to do that but he doesn’t put up a fight. Then Johnny drags Dally in like “I will if Dal does” and Dally’s just like “Fine man 😡”

Darry definitely brings home illnesses and sicknesses all the fucking time because little kids are gross and don’t have the ability to be hygienic so he comes home with spit and snot on himself sometimes and then he’s like “wow I feel like shit”-Pony gets SO mad he’s like “Darry it’s your fault I feel like shit because you brought home a stomach bug 😡” he uses it to guilt Darry into rubbing his tummy for him-Soda just whines a lot but in all seriousness they take good care of Darry (who can be a TERRIBLE PATIENT BTW-the only reason he stays home is because Soda’s like “you’re gonna throw up on a roof or in front of kids” and Darry thinks about it and is just like “😨”

I love headcanons of them swimming! I’m working on the holiday headcanons you sent in and I was JUST typing about them going swimming-they totally do! Darry loves anything where he can show his strength off so he’s just there with Two Bit on his waist like a wet cat-Johnny has to get Dally in-he tries to be nice like “cmon Dal there’s no sense in you sweating your butt off while there’s water right here” but Dally is a stubborn BITCH so he’s like “no” and then Sassy Bitch comes to light and he’s like “what are you on your period or something?” and Dally gets PISSED and tackles Johnny into the water-they got him in tho. Only problem is being in the water for so long makes them SO hungry and Darry is dealing with six whiny bitches as he drives to Dairy Queen 😭 (Also Pony poking Steve in the eye is so real, he’s such a hater. I also know he scratches him with his nails and Steve gets so mad because he has scratch marks all over his chest. “It was an accident Darry I was just tryna push him off 😇”

Soda would so do that-he just wants Darry to be happy and comfortable :( I feel like Darry ends up looking for it after work but sees either Soda or Pony curled up with it-Soda is just sitting there like “Darry I’ll give you a massage if you let me use this for five more hours minutes” and Darry’s like “fine” but in the end he just lets his brothers use it because he doesn’t feel like fighting them lmao-Soda is frequently getting stomachaches because his stomach is sensitive. Pony just doesn’t drink anything but Pepsi and he has a habit of not eating and then he wonders why his stomach is killing him

Darry being into gossip is SO funny like we’re not gonna sit here and pretend he doesn’t eavesdrop on conversations while he’s roofing homes. He also gets flirted with a LOT at work-one time he was roofing his old third grade teacher’s house and she would not stop flirting with him-he shrugged it off until he was finished and he was like “yeah do you happen to know a Darry Curtis?” and he just has this smirk on his face and she’s just like “shit 😨”-yeah that one had the whole squad laughing. He also knows Dally knows stuff from being in jail and just snooping around at night so those two are gossip QUEENS. They all gossip-Pony and Johnny report back to Soda and Darry about their old teachers and they love it.

Awwwww YES-especially because I think Two Bits mom would send his sister there sometimes and bumping off your headcanon about him watching her a lot so when Two Bit is picking her up one day he just hands him and application like “Just think about it” and he does. And he works there in the end-his little sister introduces him to all her friends too-she’s one of the oldest ones there but she doesn’t care. Two just loves interacting with the kids and goofing off-I feel like it also leads him to drink less because he doesn’t wanna be intoxicated around little kids so working there helps manage his alcoholism. He also doesn’t mind being dressed up by the kids-I love using the musical’s Two Bit-they love playing with his curls and they think his tattoos are the coolest things in the world. He’s so happy there 🥺

Johnny literally just says that and Darey’s like “whatever, I’m not your dad” so he just lets him stay at his home 😭 Pony’s always like “why do you let Johnny stay home 😡” and he’s like “I’m not Johnny’s caretaker, now get up.” and Pony just bitches about it so so much-Darry’s just like “Fine Johnny I won’t make you go, there’s food in the fridge and just sleep or smth” like Darry learned to stop giving a shit but Pony is SO whiny about it-

Darry just knowing when his brothers are sad, UGH it’s the purest thing-I feel like Soda prefers Darry because Darry just knows how to properly hold and comfort Sosa in the way he likes. Darry also knows Pony LOVES deep pressure and honestly it’s just like second nature. Darry lets Soda listen to his heartbeat or rest his head on his stomach. He always knows when Soda’s feeling better because he’s like “it’s nice your belly’s happy” because it’s just making noises and Darry just laughs a bit and they just talk it out-babies 💜

I love your headcanons, never feel scared to just spam my inbox! This goes for anyone lol

[zablife]

Could we please please PLEASE get a part two of “Happiness is a Butterfly” ? It’s so heartbreaking!!🥺🥺🥺poor reader!!

Hi lovely, I'm pleased to hear you enjoyed the fic enough to want more! I hadn't planned on writing a second part, but as I stopped to consider it, my mind went wild with possibilities if Johnny found out the reader didn't follow his instructions. If you're curious how he reacted to the news she kept the baby, you can read it under the cut. Warnings: This is a very dark version of Johnny and it's def OOC so don't come for me!! I explored another side of him here that even scares me. Threats of violence!!

As Johnny's best friend Brucie kept watch for him those first few months, his eyes and ears trained on you to be sure you didn't do something stupid like approach Betty in the market or outside the girls' school. He soon realized it was a waste of time because you didn't have a vengeful bone in your body. You resumed a quiet, and somewhat lonely, life on the other side of town almost immediately. However, the more he followed you, noticing a routine of doctor's visits and frequent stops in the children's boutique downtown, he came to a damning conclusion. You were still pregnant.

Though Johnny seemed keen to know about this detail of your life so he could ensure you did as he asked, something always stopped Brucie from confiding it, his benevolent nature outweighing his loyalty. Who was he to say you didn't deserve to keep your child? And you'd asked nothing in return so far as he could tell, cutting ties with Johnny and the Vandals. So against his better judgement he returned home for good to keep your secret.

It was a decision he would come to regret as he sat waiting for the January meeting to begin, passing Gail a beer as she chatted idly with Johnny. The words seemed frozen on her lips even as she uttered them, Brucie's jaw going slack at the mention of your name. "Yeah, the kid's big as a house! Who woulda thought she'd be havin' a little one so soon, huh?"

Johnny's face hardened into an unreadable mask, careful not to show any outward signs of shock or surprise. However, Brucie knew his friend well enough to recognize the silent rage building behind his eyes. His pursed lips turned to an insincere smile as he stroked his beard thoughtfully. "So who's the lucky guy?" he prodded, looking between Brucie and Gail.

The tightness in Brucie's chest grew until he could no longer stand it, reaching for a cigarette to distract himself with some small measure of comfort. Corky and Wahoo played a game of pool in the corner, the harsh clack of breaking pool balls punctuating the silence as they began circling the table to line up the next shot.

Gail shrugged, "Some no account she was seein' over the summer. I don't remember anybody comin' around though, do you?" she asked casually before adding, "Anyway, he ain't gonna help. Sad, huh?" Swiveling in her chair, she turned to her husband. "Brucie, honey, that reminds me. I promised her you'd go over and shovel the stairs. They're covered in snow and ice."

"Sure," he replied with a slow exhale of smoke, accepting the kiss she placed on his cheek as she excused herself from the table.

Johnny took a moment to light a cigarette as he waited for Gail to walk out of earshot, eventually ducking his head in quiet conference. "You know Betty's cousin took a bad fall this time last year. It's a real shame when accidents happen, ain't it?" he mused, eyes roving over Brucie's to be sure he understood.

Brow knit with concern over the implication, Brucie shook his head against the idea, "Don't do this, you're not thinkin' straight."

Fist pounding against the table hard enough to rattle the scores of empty beer bottles, Johnny seethed, "Me? You had a chance to tell me and you didn't!" He inhaled deeply, collecting himself before adding ominously, "so now this has to happen a different way."

Brucie looked away as indignation kindled a fire inside him. He set his jaw tightly before he ground out his firm reply. "She didn't do anything wrong, Johnny. You gonna punish her for your sins?"

Johnny scoffed, "And I suppose you're Mother Theresa?" Pointing his cigarette at his friend he growled, "You forget the times I protected you, all the years we known each other." He held Brucie's gaze with a knowing look before Brucie tore his eyes away, stabbing the butt of his cigarette into the table forcefully.

Brucie bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood, swallowing harshly as he realized this was an argument he wouldn't win. If it wasn't him, Johnny would send someone else.

Seeing the look of resignation wash over Brucie's face, Johnny sat back in his chair and propped his feet on the table, lacing his hands over his stomach with a satisfied nod. "That's what I thought."

[revnah1406]

ONE LAST DRINK, BROTHER...

⚠️CALL OF DUTY MW3 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!! ⚠️

I was so sad about Soap's death. And I wanted to write a small fic about how Sparrow would handle it. 🥺

Words: 1.546

Let's add a little more drama with this song😭

Sparrow's hands were still shaking. The fresh scars burned inside her, still hurting when she moved. They were deep, too deep.

She still had flashes, every time she closed her eyes she still had the vision of the mountain falling on top of her. Her brother's screams, the rocks, the sharp ice, the lack of oxygen, the blood. K2 was a shark that hunted her every night with nightmares and memories of the accident. When was the last time she was able to sleep? Maybe ten months ago, when she was in a fucking coma for weeks.

She believed she was ready to return, she had recovered from her injuries, she could walk, she had exercised. She was strong again. She thought she could go back to 141 and go back to what she was before. Oh birdie... how wrong you were...

Now there is a before and after. There always is. The Sparrow from before the accident on K2 is not the same as now. You don't think you're immortal anymore, do you? You have played arm wrestling with death and you have lost, only death has let you win, it wants to play with you a little more.

Hannah was brought out of her thoughts when the sound of a bottle being placed on the table was heard over that lonely dining hall at 3 in the morning.

She raised her head. Smiling but sleepy blue eyes looked at her.

"Being a bad lass and staying up late, birdie?"

Sparrow forced a smile.

"If it was up to me I would sleep for days but..."

Soap also placed two glasses on the table and sat next to her.

"But K2 doesn't let you sleep." Soap finished the sentence. Always with a small smile, it wasn't evil, nor was it trying to make fun of Sparrow. He did it so Sparrow would smile back at him.

And Sparrow did it. She returned the smile.

"Yeah... I never thought a bloody mountain could chase me that far. It doesn't even have fucking legs."

Soap chuckled.

"Well, Dr. Soap has come here to help you." He placed the bottle in front of Sparrow.

"Scotch?" Sparrow raised an eyebrow. "You think getting drunk will cure my trauma? Have you heard of therapy, Johnny?"

"Yeah, but this is cheaper." John winked at her as he opened the bottle. "And we all go to therapy and it doesn't help one bit."

He managed to get a laugh out of Hannah.

"You're just using me as an excuse to drink inside the base." Sparrow rolled her eyes but the smile didn't go away, even her hands stopped shaking.

"Hey, the boss does it all the time in his office and no one tells him anything. Even Ghost drinks with him from time to time." Soap poured the amber liquid into both glasses. "Besides, you're not going to deny your brother from another mother a drink, are you?"

Sparrow chuckled and shook her head.

"Every time I say no, you chase me like a fucking hawk."

"Because I have good eyesight! I know when you need a drink. And you always end up giving in."

He pushed one glass toward Hannah and raised the other.

"What do you want to toast?" Soap asked.

"Do you want to toast?" Sparrow raised her eyebrows.

"It's very sad to drink without toasting. Come on Sparrow, I know you'll think of something."

Sparrow thought for a moment and then raised the glass. She looked her friend in the eyes and smiled.

"For fucking K2 who couldn't kill me. And for our deaths to be the most unforgettable of all!"

"And may the Valkyries call our name when the time comes!"

They both clinked their glasses and downed the Scotch in one gulp. Sparrow scrunched up her face as the alcohol burned her throat, but the scars hurt less now.

"And?"

"What?" Sparrow looked at him, confused

"Do you still believe that Irish Whiskey is better than Scotch?" Soap raised his eyebrows.

Sparrow chuckled.

"I think I have to drink a little more to make up my mind." Sparrow poured herself and Soap some more.

John laughed.

"This Scotch is not just any Scotch, my friend."

They both toasted again and drank. There was a comfortable, calm silence.

"So you finally took the title." Soap spoke again after a while of drinking in silence.

"Title? What title?" Sparrow asked strangely.

"From the ugliest person in 141." Soap laughed.

Sparrow laughed too and stroked the scars on her face.

"Are you saying that because now my scars are bigger than yours?"

"Partly yes. But you know I'm bloody handsome."

Sparrow rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say Mr. Humble."

Soap laughed again.

"Hey, do they hurt? The scars."

"Well, yes... it's something I'll have to learn to live with..." Sparrow stared into the glass.

"We learn to live with many things. And some we have to let go. As you often say, we have to cut the rope." Soap patted Sparrow's shoulder.

"Yes... cut the rope..."

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The wind chilled her hands. She didn't care, nothing could matter anymore. The clouds roared, spitting thunder, threatening a storm. But nothing mattered to her.

The grass was stirred and the waves crashed aggressively against the cliff. Scotland was crying. Just like her, although she had no tears left to cry.

Sparrow was sitting on a rock watching the angry sea. She was angry too. It had taken her months to return since his ashes were thrown away. She wasn't able to go back. But she had to do it.

She sighed and looked back. Amara, her girlfriend, was there waiting for her. Hannah had asked her for a moment alone with her friend, with her brother from another mother as he used to say. Amara hugged Hannah's coat, she was very cold. It broke her heart to see Hannah like this, so broken, so... Amara still remembered the day Hannah came home, how happy she was to see her girlfriend return home after so long, and how the world had changed when she fell to the ground. When Hannah dropped to her knees and started crying and screaming just a second after getting off her bike. Amara never really liked soldiers, 141 especially, but Soap was the exception. And she cried too.

Hannah was no longer the same. Amara knew it. As always, there is a before and after. For everything.

Amara smiled sadly waiting for Hannah to smile back but she never did. Instead, she turned her gaze to the sea.

She sighed and opened the backpack she had between her boots. She took out a Scotch and two glasses. The same old bottle from that night. She never touched it, she always said she would drink it at the right moment. Well, that moment has arrived, little bird. So she poured the liquid into the glasses and grabbed one. She didn't drink, she didn't like to drink without toasting. Drinking without toasting is too sad.

She played with the glass trying to think of what to say to him.

"I've tried to cut the rope... All these months I've tried." Sparrow's lower lip trembled. "But every time I tried to cut it, the knife gets caught in the threads and gets stuck."

She sobbed a little.

"Maybe because it's not time to cut it yet." She looked up at the waves again.

The wind froze her face.

"I'm going to find that son of a bitch, Johnny... And I'm going to make him pay for what he did." She nodded slightly a few times. "And after that, I'll be done, sarge. 141 won't need me anymore, and I won't need them either."

She took a breath and let it out shakily. The tears had already come, rolling down her cheeks and freezing halfway. The cold didn't matter to her, nothing mattered to her anymore.

"Rest for now. Just wait for me..." she looked at the glass. "C’mon. One last drink, brother."

She sighed again and raised the glass to toast.

"May the Valkyries welcome you and lead you though Odin's great battlefield. May they sing your name with love and fury. John "Soap" MacTavish. So that we might hear it rise from the depths of Valhalla and know that you've taken your rightful place at the table of kings, for a great man has fallen. A warrior. A sergeant. A friend. A brother." 

She clicked her glass with the one resting on the rock and drank the scotch in one gulp. As always, she scrunched up her face as she felt the alcohol burn her throat.

She put the glass next to the other and stood up. She looked at the sea a little longer when the sound of a hawk made her look away. She looked up, the bird was circling around her. Sparrow smiled, whistled, and the hawk responded.

"You're a little far from home my friend. Although maybe you found a new one here..." she looked at the horizon again "There's always a before and after."

Se grabbed the backpack and left with Amara. Leaving both glasses and the bottle there. Knowing that the rest of the 141 would return to have one last drink with him.

[st4rr-girrl]

🏳️‍🌈coming out to the gang, but having homophobic parents🏳️‍🌈

Warnings; homophobia, crying, emotional moments frl, soft boys for their favorite girl 🥺, abuse, cussing, angst & fluff 🤷🏽‍♀️, Your parents are homophobic and borderline abusive.

Now playing; a pearl —mitski

The gang had no idea that you were lesbian. Well— most of the gang anyway, some were suspecting.

You were scared of coming out to the boys, afraid of judgement or them abandoning you.

That’s what your parents would do; abandon you.

So you never told them.

Until you were tired of hiding; and your girlfriend wanted your relationship to be known by everyone.

So you decided to tell the gang, and then your parents.

You had the chance; when everyone was at the Curtis house doing their own things.

You cleared your throat loudly, gaining the gang’s attention.

“I-I have something to tell you guys..” you confessed, sitting on the couch in between Sodapop and Johnny.

They all stared at you, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

All of a sudden you felt squished.

“I…. Um… I-“ you felt tears well in your eyes.

Johnny grabbed your hands and nodded at you. He was your best friend.

You felt guilty for hiding it from him.

“I-I like girls.” You felt the tears fall from your eyes and you didn’t dare to look up; you didn’t wanna be met with the disappointed gazes of your closest friends.

“Hey..” you heard Sodapop’s voice become soft. “Don’t cry. There’s nothing to be sad about.” He rubbed your back in support.

“Yeah, kid, we’re all proud of you.” Darry smiled at you comfortingly.

Johnny hugged you. “Good job.” He smiled brightly at you.

Two-bit smirked, “Hey, now when Steve and Sodapop go on double dates with their girls, you can tag along!” He laughed, making you shake your head and smirk.

Dally kneeled in front of you and wiped your tears. “There’s nothing to be scared of, kid. Were all gonna support you no matter what.”

You and Dally were super close. Along with Johnny. You three would often go to diners and other places together.

Ponyboy smiled at you, “That was brave, Y/n/n.”

Overall, you are so happy that they accept you. So happy that you could cry.

But overall they loved you sm and wouldn’t look at you differently no matter what.

Ponyboy and Johnny would be so supportive, like two proud moms lmao.

Soda was probably suspicious of you seeing someone, but he never thought it was a girl.

Dally probably knew you were lesbian before. Along with Two-bit.

Steve never gave it much thought.

The next day, you brought your girlfriend over to meet the gang.

They were all skeptical of her, of course.

They were all (over)protective of you and that would never change.

Dally and Johnny didn’t like her at first, because they thought she would be bad for you.

But she was always kind to you and the gang, so they warmed up to her.

But if she ever does anything that upsets you, or hurts you badly, she’ll get a little talking to from the gang.

Not only did coming out strengthen your relationship with your girlfriend, but it also strengthened your relationship with the boys.

The next day you decided you would come out to your parents. (Big mistake.)

You decided to come out to them while you were all around the table, eating dinner.

You had your fork in hand, and you were poking at your food.

You couldn’t seem to eat anything, the thought of food all of a sudden being repulsive.

“I-I have something to tell you guys…” you mumbled, dropping your fork.

Your parents looked at you, unamused, and nodded for you to continue.

Your hands in your lap became much more entertaining than the situation at place.

“I-I l-like girls…” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

You peaked at your parents expression, through the hair blocking your face.

You saw anger written all over your fathers face and disappointment on your mothers.

Tears threatened to spill, as your father clenched his jaw and held onto his fork until his knuckles turned white.

“Get out of this house.” He grumbled.

“What..?” Your eyes widened as you looked up.

“Get out of this house, now!” Your father yelled, slamming his fists down on the dinner table.

“But dad I-“ you stood up, your father mimicking your actions.

He walked over to you and grabbed you by your shirt, slamming you onto the ground. He kicked you a few times, making bruises form all over your torso.

You stressed out, knowing it was summertime and you and the gang were supposed to go swimming tomorrow. You were also gonna bring your girlfriend along but you didn’t want her (or the gang) to see the bruises.

He landed one last punch to your face making your nose bleed, then screamed “get out!!”

Without hesitation, you ran out of the house and went to the Curtis house.

“Woah woah woah, y/n what the fuck happened?!” Dally asked as you barged in.

“My dad.” You sobbing, holding your arms out and running into Dally’s arms.

He rubbed your back.

Then Darry spoke up. “You can stay here; we’ll deal with your dad, Y/n.”

“Th-Thank you Darry.” Your words muffled due to shoving your face into Dally’s chest.

“Of course, Y/n.”

Johnny rushed over to you and took you from Dally’s arms, and you cling onto him.

“Do you want me to get your girlfriend, Y/n?” Johnny asked gently.

“Yes please.”

He gave you back to Dally, and then Dally brought you to the couch and you both sat down.

You cried into his shirt while clinging onto his brown jacket.

When your girlfriend arrived, she bursted through the door.

“Where’s Y/n?!” She yelled.

As soon as she saw you she grabbed you from Dally.

You hugged her tightly, and looked up at her; since she was a lot taller than you.

“Are you okay, my love?” She asked gently.

“Yeah I’m okay.” You whispered, laying your head on her soft chest.

“Okay baby.”

You both went to the couch and she sat down while you laid your head on her thigh

You fell asleep as she played with your hair.

The gang didn’t bother you both until later.

You were so grateful for the gang and your girlfriend.

You didn’t need your parents.

You had the gang.

(Y’all this was a rlly bad hc trust me the other ones will be a lot better.

[cdyssey]

Wishlist (1.03)

LOL, that lady dropping off that very outdated machine and Janine having to accept it with a smile is a distillation of customer service.

What I love and simultaneously hate about this episode is that it calls attention to the very real and bleak reality that so many public teachers face when it comes to supplying their classroom. God, kudos to the show for drawing attention to it, but it’s so harrowing that it’s even such an endemic problem in the first place. Teachers shouldn’t have to pull from their own pockets to give their kids what they need, but they willingly do every single day.

“And I said that’s a few too many questions.” Never change, Melissa.

That red houndstooth coat on Ava oughhdhshsh.

“Oh, Lord, the boy is in the trash.” AKQOQKSJAJSJSN.

“I know what it’s called. It’s called trash.”

“I know that if this feels like you, you might be a serial killer.” Gnenfndnd.

Gregory’s smile when he says he likes clean is so cute.

Looove Ava being a social media savant. She is creative, and it shows in that area, as well as the ways she approaches various problems in the show.

DNWKDNNSNS. “It looks like you went into an office supply store and bought the first five or six posters that you saw.” [Cue Gregory kicking bags under his desk.]

Set design appreciation: Peep Gregory’s desk and how everything is meticulously straightened and ordered. Not one notebook is crooked.

Janine seeing Barb use her last tissue always gets me a little.

“And I know she comes from that generation that doesn’t ask for what she needs.” Yup.

“People like Johnny. It makes them sad.” GNSJWOWQKSSJJA

Ava has an OnlyFans and sends out feet pics confirmed

“She’s the most aggressively offline person I’ve ever met. She responded to my Paperless post with her ATM code.” AHAJQNSNSNS

#RollTide - I scream every time I hear that. It’s the slogan for my fave football team. 😭

Melissa helping her wife unpack her boxes. ☺️

Ava evil laughing when Janine threatens to quit ANDNSNS. Loooove that deep blue on Janine. The golden jewelry accents are perfect too

“My kids don’t have half the supplies they need most of the time, but they don’t need to know that.” […] “Our job is to build them up, make them confident. Is it nice to have stuff? Sure. But my students do not need to feel less than because they do not have stuff. So, we talk about what they do have, not about what they don’t.” Ugh, so, so good.

“Oh, hell no! I’m keeping all that.” AIQJQKQKWOWJDISINSNSIWKS, Barbara Howard, I love you so much

Janine interpreting all the kids’ drawings and being good at it. 🥺

SCNDNDNSN, good end stinger pay off to the trash machine.

[lustbile]

For some reason today I have possessive thoughts about John. Like you're partying and random annoying human start flirting with him. Idk how I would react to that tbh...I wanna think that I would kiss him in front of this human or like somehow show he's mine, but tbh I feel like I would just be sad and nervous😭😭😭

Do you still doing blurbs? If yes I need something...smutty as usual🥺

- 🐷

so sorry this took me so long. I went more of a possessive route for both reader and johnny because I love possessive freaks, so I hope you enjoy

Warnings: jealousy, grumpy reader, public

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You try not to let the jealousy that rises in your chest show on your face. You want to be mature and level headed about the situation, but the alcohol that swims through your veins makes your body flush in irritation as you watch the unfamiliar woman drape across your boyfriend. 

You can see the way he cringes at the attention, his shoulders tense as he tries to put distance between them, but you assume she’s more inebriated than you as she seems to struggle to get the hint. 

You put on the best faux smile you can manage as you walk towards them, Johnny’s awkward laughter hitting your ears as he tries to let her down easy. He notices you quickly, throwing you an exasperated look as you get closer, and you hate how annoyed you feel when the woman doesn’t seem deterred by his attention being placed elsewhere. 

“Hello, my love,” you speak loudly over the music, interrupting whatever flirtatious words that were slipping past her lips as you push his drink into his hand quickly. You take advantage of your now free hand to grab at his jaw and pull him into an obnoxiously deep kiss, before you turn to the woman with a smile drenched in phony concern, “am I interrupting something?”

You hear the huff of amusement Johnny lets out behind you, his hand moving to curl around your waist as you stand in front of him possessively. You tilt your head as your eyebrow bounces up, staring at her with a challenging glint in your eye, until she mutters out a simple whatever, before she steps away. 

You’re still glaring at her retreating form when Johnny places his chin on your shoulder, “never knew you were the jealous type,” he teases, his voice making you jump slightly before you sink back into him, “it’s a hot look on you.”

“I don’t like sharing,” you confirm, your voice almost coming out as a growl as you bring your drink to your now pouting lips. 

“No one’s asking you to share,” he reassures, pressing his lips against the shell of your ear with a soft peck, “I’m all yours.”

“I know,” you say with a clipped tone, turning your head until you can look into his wide eyes, “m’just making sure everyone else knows too.”

“Oh you’re so feisty tonight,” he laughs in pure enjoyment, walking you backwards until his back presses against the wall, “I like this side of you.”

You grumble as he keeps you pressed against his chest, his hand smoothing up and down your side as he dips his head to kiss your throat. The woman is lost to the crowd now and completely gone from your line of sight, but that doesn’t stop the way you still stare at where she once stood. 

You stand stoically against him, hiding the way his hands make you warm, until he nips at your jaw and forces you to pull in a sharp intake of air. Your hand was already wrapped tightly around your drink, denting the plastic cup inward, but when he starts to suck gently at your skin, you feel your grip tighten even more. 

“I wanna be the good boyfriend and tell you that you never need to be jealous of anyone,” he starts, his hand slipping down to push against your lower stomach, “and even though it’s the truth, I can’t say I’m not a little turned on right now.”

You huff out his name as he punctuates his words with his fingers twisting into the fabric of your dress, your voice scandalized as he tugs at it until the fabric slips higher up your thighs. You move your free hand down to wrap around his wrist, your fingers digging into his skin as you try to stop his movements. 

“Stop,” you command weakly as his strength overpowers yours. He ignores you for a moment, pulling your dress higher, until his hand shoots down until he can press his fingers between your thighs. 

“Why?” He asks innocently, as if he’s doing nothing wrong, “you got to prove that I belong to you, it’s my turn now.”

You squirm as he presses against your clit through your underwear, dragging against the damping fabric in small circles. He tilts his hips roughly, grinding his growing bulge against your ass shamelessly, and you feel the jealousy slip from your body and get replaced by anxious anticipation. 

“People will see,” you argue, the dark of the club and the bodies writhing around you only doing so much to conceal you. 

“That’s the point.”

You feel your drink splash over the edge of your cup, the sticky and sweet cocktail you had ordered sticking to your shaking hand. You twist your hips against him, fighting his touch halfheartedly, until he lays his palm flat against you and rubs against you harshly. 

You gasp when you feel his fingers prodding at the damp spot that formed on your underwear, his digits dipping to push the wet fabric into you as he grunts in appreciation. You’re hyper aware of your surroundings, the strange man only a few feet in front of you who turns his head in curiosity making you tense and whine, but when he loses interest quickly and returns to his conversation without question, you let out a soft sigh of relief. 

He starts fucking you shallowly, pushing the fabric deeper and deeper inside of you until your hips start rocking against him. You feel your entire body flush in embarrassment, the way he toys with you so proudly making you want to shrink, but when he digs the heel of his hand into your clit, all you can do is whine and claw at his skin. 

You glance down hesitantly, the way the dancing lights bounce off his tensing muscles making you feel dizzy, and the sight of your dress bunched around your hips making your jaw fall open. The sticky warm air of the room clings to your skin, your arousal and heated breath adding to the humidity around you, and when he pushes his foot between yours to kick your legs further apart, you can’t stop the soft sob that falls from your lips. 

Your head falls back over his shoulder when he starts to lick at your neck, his voice coming out gruff as he mumbles possessive claims of owning your body fully, and you feel dirty and exposed as the bass shakes the floor beneath your feet. 

“Are you gonna come?” He asks bluntly as he scrapes his teeth along your skin, pushing his hand tighter against your clit, “gonna ruin those pretty little panties when anyone could look over and see you?”

You can only groan in response, your legs shaking as the knot in your stomach tightens. You bite harshly down on your lip, trying to muffle the sounds that threaten to claw out from the back of your throat, but when he pushes your underwear aside and slips his fingers against your slick skin, you lose your sense completely. 

“Do you think she can see you?” He asks with a taunting tone, reminding you of the woman before and making anger light up in your chest again, “do you think she’s watching us and just wishing she could be in your place?”

You scratch long burning red marks up his arm, reveling in the way he hisses in pleasured pain, before you squeeze at him to hold yourself steady. You hate him for bringing her up, reminding you of what got you in this position in the first place, but the idea of her watching you and seeing what she can never have makes the stimulation he subjects you to hit even harder. 

“Come, baby,” he demands, abusing your clit with quick swipes as he coaxes you closer and closer to the edge, “show everyone what they can never have.”

Your body follows his command immediately, your muscles tensing as you come against his fingers. Your back curves deeply and you hear the broken sounds that slip off your tongue as you’re completely wrapped in pleasure. 

“That’s it,” he encourages, toying with you as he watches the way your face twists with intense eyes, “you’re all mine.”

[infamousxvicious]

OKAY SO "PISTOL" RANT TIME CAUSE THIS HAS BEEN ON MY MIND ALL WEEK !!

(Spoiler alert ahead ! If u havent watched the FX series "Pistol" yet and are planning to, and dont want anything spoiled, then skip over this post)

So I've been OBSESSED with Pistol since I first watched it, right ? (Like I've rewatched the whole show at least 3 times in the last 2 weeks it's so good) And I just wanna say - this show does a really good job of making u feel sympathetic towards certain characters. For me at least. Particularly, Johnny Rotten. Apparently he's a disgrace to the punk community nowadays lol but I loved his character in the show. He was a lunatic but the way he was portrayed made you want to feel bad for him at certain times. This show made him out to be a pretty good guy tbh. At least back in the day.

But listen, this aspect in particular really got me; the way the show portrays Sid and Johnny's friendship. There are multiple scenes where it's made clear that Sid is someone that Johnny genuinely cares about (and vice versa), like in one scene a bar fight breaks out and Johnny gets hit with a glass bottle and cuts his arm, right ? So Sid goes fuckin ape shit on the guy who attacked his friend, and then he grabs Johnny and leads him out of whatever club (?) they were at. The very next scene is just Sid and Johnny sitting in a dark room together, and Sids like "They (John's band members, as this was prior to Sid joining the band) should've kept an eye on you. You're the face.. and what makes the band the band.." and he keeps going on, saying how the other band members should appreciate Johnny and take better care of him. And Johnny's like "you're my only real mate, Sid." JSJSJSJW BRO THATS SO WHOLESOME BUT KINDA SAD AT THE SAME TIME. And then in the same scene, Sid says something like "you're gonna need another (friend), for later. I'll be dead by the time I'm 21." And Johnny scolds him like "Dont say stupid things like that." and then he offers to make Sid a cup of tea. Like, bro, this man CARES ABOUT HIS FRIEND OKAY AND ITS ADORABLE. And then in later episodes the two are constantly looking out for each other. Johnny expresses his worries about Nancy's influence on Sid, at one point telling him "I know what you're doing (in reference to the drugs Nancy got him hooked on), that shit will kill you !". And in the last scene u see of the two together, Sids in a hospital bed having had a minor OD and Johnny's talking to him like "you couldn't even make it back to London without ODing" and scolds him for how he let's Nancy control him, and Sid says to him quite possibly the meanest thing you could say to a person; "you're just jealous, because no one can write even one thing they love about you." And they stare at each other of a minute before Johnny turns and says "Goodbye, Sidney.", leaving a small bouquet of flowers at the end of Sids bed on his way out. And you'd assume that's the last time they spoke before Sid died. Like this man was constantly fucked over by his shitty narcissistic manager, picked on by his bandmates, kicked out of his own band (of which he was the fucking frontman) and now he's basically been abandoned by his best friend for a girl that arguably cost him his life in the end. Do u see why I sympathize with him ?

Johnny literally wanted Sid in the band because he "needed a mate", and because the other members "could be mean sometimes". He wanted Sid in the band because the other bandmates were being mean to him are u fucking kidding me. He asked for so little but he deserved so much 🥺 HE WAS A GOOD FRIEND OKAY, JOHNNY DESERVED BETTER. I SAID WHAT I SAID 🥺🥺🥺🥺

We need more shows with men who have genuine friendships cus listen the amount of times my little overly sensitive heart gushed for these two and their friendship UGH 😩🥺

[zadien]

Beyblade x Hogwarts snippet please please please 🥺🥺🥺

I’m sad to say I only have one scene in that project and it’s KaixAmber :( ------- Amber landed awkwardly and stifled another wince, hissing out a breath through her clenched teeth. She’d just store her broom in her locker in the changing room and then she’d —

Her brain stuttered to a halt. Something had moved in the darkness. A something that had broken the shadows around the exit to the pitch. She reached into her robe pocket and closed her fingers around her wand.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

She relaxed and rolled her eyes to the sky, pressing a hand to her throbbing ribs. “Jesus Hiwatari, you scared the life out of me.”

Kai stepped out of the shadows, still dressed in his green quidditch robes, and loomed over her, dark eyes pinning her to the spot. “Now you know how I felt.”

She blinked and scanned his face. “What?”

With a growl, he stepped back and sliced out his arm pointing to the spot where she’d fallen - not that the ground even showed any sign of it. “I landed after catching the snitch and turned to find everyone crowded around your broken body.”

“Oh, I was hardly broken. I just, broke some ribs. It’s not a big deal.”

Except it was a huge deal. She could see how worried he’d been and if it had been the other way around, she’d have been so scared. Not to mention how hard it would have been for him to actually get any details on her.

“I could have killed Ian.”

She closed her mouth with an audible snap before surging forward to grab his wrist. “Whoa, this was not an Amber and Ian thing or a Slytherin/Gryffindor thing, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The bludger caught the end of my broom and sent me into a tailspin and then I hit Johnny and I lost control. It was an accident.”

He froze, breathing hard, eyes searching her face for any sign that she might have been covering for his teammate. And yes, if Ian had been part of her accident, then yes, she would have covered for him so much. But she was telling the truth, Ian had nothing to do with what happened. It had been a fluke. A wrong time, wrong place kind of thing.

She mustered up a smile, swaying into him, feeling his body heat pumping through his robes. “You know what they say, Quidditch is a rough sport.”

“You could have been seriously hurt.”

She nodded, deciding it was best not to mention that for a few minutes it had been kind of serious but Madame Pomfrey was a frickin’ legend. “I’m fine. I’m a little sore but I’ll be right as rain tomorrow.”

He grunted and pushed her ponytail off her shoulder. “Instead of healing you went flying.”

“Aye, well you always say to get back on your broom.”

“You can take twelve hours to heal.”

She scrunched up her nose and leaned into him. “Be supportive for a change and just prop me up. Honestly, I’m fine. I’m sorry I scared you. I scared me and my team too. My beaters are beating themselves up for not getting the bludger in time but that’s Quidditch. I’m just annoyed that because I got hit, I didn’t get to score.”

“You still wouldn’t have won.”

“We needed three more goals, okay? That could have been done in the time it took me to spiral to the ground, hit the ground, bounce and have everyone swoop down around me and call for a medic. I mean, you took forever to catch that snitch today. Were you just taking it casual? Have a wee look around Hogwarts? Seeing if you recognised anyone in the crowd?”

Kai’s eyes narrowed on her. “And still Tyson didn’t catch it?”

“He was clearly distracted my fall?”