#messing around sksksk

[tuberculosis-ridden]

"we shouldn't be here, alone"

"Why? Are you afraid I'll do something to you?" I teased

"No," he said staring intensely "I'm afraid I might"

He moved closer and my breathe hitched

"But you are a gentleman, remember?" i said looking up at him.

"I don't think i can be a gentleman around you. I don't think I want to"

[vynnyal]

Turns out Sunlit Trail isn't quite done just yet, so after all that they just send you to a dead end 😂

[celestial-sapphicss]

ohm pawat as pat napat jindapat for @phukaoapologist 🌹

ft. @casualavocados, @becomingabeing, @aikinn, @teerayus!

[mazojo]

I am so sorry but I want a ten page essay as to what ways and in which endeavors specifically with quotes and pointed examples has Colin Bridgerton been the man with the kindest heart to ever walk the earth. For noon.

[erabundus]

@sylvctica​​  &&.  replied...                LMAO maybe he'll grow to hate birds too like sylvie does when they poop everywhere 😭😭

THE  FOURTH  TO  BETRAY  HIM  WAS  A  BIRD.  (  ...  on  second  thought,  evil  again.  )

[thebleedingeffect]

hey, i hope your editing/writing goes well! thank you for killing cringe culture. this does not sound as nice as i want it to, uh, have a great day?

Awwwwwww thank you anon!! I am having a pretty nice day :]] I'm actually gonna be diving into my wip pretty soon! Just as soon as I'm able to tear myself from my minecraft build wip lmao. So your well wishes are very much needed for my Sanity <333

And ye of course!! Cringe culture is dumb as hell and you should do whatever you want forever and ever, whether that be fanfics or whatever else- do what makes you happy :] and ignore all the people who yell about cringe ajsjsjs

[tmntxthings]

Hey, I hope this request motivates you a bit! I was wondering if you could do little scenarios with the Rise boys reacting to accidentally hitting their S/O while they stretched?

You know that thing that happens when you're standing too close to someone and they move or do something and end up hitting you in the face, it happened to me at college sobs 😭

Have a lovely day! <3

一∑ Accidents Happen・゜・。

author’s note: sksksks sure sure, I wanna say this has happened to me too but I can’t recall a specific scenario which makes me think it has happened just I’ve obliterated it from my memory out of embarrassment?!?

note 2.0: so I did Raph’s first, forever ago and a bit of Leo’s then just now I did Donnie’s and Mikey’s, everyone’s is a bit different and it’s like 3am idk how to feel! BUT WE POST ANYWAYS

warnings: cursing, injuries caused by accident, attempts at humor, crack, fluff, unedited

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Raph was super excited to help you learn self-defense! It was a great skill to have. Just in case ya know! Plus it would make you feel more confident too.

“First things first! We gotta loosen up, I usually start with arm stretches.” Raph said with a toothy grin. He couldn’t stop smiling. He loved being able to hang out with you, but you had asked him personally to train you for self defense. Not any of his brothers! He was honored and didn’t want to mess up!

Raph then grabbed his left elbow and started to pull it, making the muscles there taunt. You immediately started to copy him. Asking if your form was right which had Raph moving closer and correcting you just slightly. “Just like that! Now other side!” And when Raph went through with the motion of doing his other arm, it was too late.

The smack resounded throughout the weight room and if things couldn’t be anymore horrible, because of his stature, he had quite literally smacked your face.

Stunned you held your cheek. It stung. And Raph was a ball of tears instantly. “Oh��� Y/n!!!! Are you okay??? I’m so sorry!!! I didn’t mean to, I should’ve backed up!! I got too close and— Raph’s so so sorry.” He was on his knees in front of you. Telling you to smack his face in return. And you just laughed, saying that it was okay.

“Once I learn these self defense moves you won’t be able to land a hit like that again!” You joked.

Raph could only whimper. He felt horrible. He was a horrible teacher! And it took some convincing from you to get the ball rolling again. He sniffled here and there because he just couldn’t get it out of his mind. He was hard on himself for sure. Even though it was an accident he wouldn’t forgive himself!!

Leo was prone to doing weird shit randomly. Like striking a pose anywhere, anytime he saw fit. So while sure I could totally come up with a prompt for stretching like I did with Raph…but in my head…more realistically… it would be because Leo was up to his regular shenanigans again!

He had texted you not that long ago that he was planning on portal-ing over! It was a common occurrence, it made for traveling back and forth to the lair fast. If only the side effects wouldn’t hit you like that one ride at the fair, the Spaceship 9000?? The one that spins, and spins, and spins so fast that the piece of metal your buckled into moves up and down??? Right?? I’ve only went on it once so this is like a very bad descriptor but hopefully someone knows what the heck I’m talking about.

Going through a Leo portal was like that. The feeling of getting spun around so much that your stomach didn’t feel like it was in your body anymore. More like it was splattered all over the ground. Or three miles back in the direction from which you came. You wondered absentmindedly if all portals were like that. Or if that was just because of Leo?

Anyhow, it had been a while since he had sent you that message. You were used to him coming instantly after sending the message. Really not even giving you enough time to read the damn text! You sighed and got up from your bed and headed to the living room where he would be portal-ing in. But instead of going to the couch, you wanted to try and guess where the fool would land. Maybe closer to the actual door, as if he had used it to begin with?

It was while you were thinking, that a blue portal opened above head not but mere inches to the left of you. There had been no whirring or whizzing noises. No “Geronimo!!” Or “Heads up!” call outs. It was ninja silent stealth mode at which Leo came in. Eyes closed, and once he was through, only then did he holler, “And he sticks the landi—“

A loud thwack could be heard as one of his hands collided into you as he did a ridiculous windmill motion with his arms to steady himself. And it hurt like hell where he had slapped your arm. “Shiiiiiiiiiiiittttt!” The force had knocked you a little ways away too! As you held your arm where it stung and closed your eyes to not start crying, and then your mouth to not start yelling.

“Y/n???” Leo opened his eyes and shook the hand that had hit your arm. “My bad! You’re usually in your room when I come, and I just— I don’t know!” He rambled, a nervous smile on his face as he watched you close up.

Silence. Breathing. That was all that could be heard. Leo started feeling really guilty. He hadn’t been holding back his strength because he was an idiot and didn’t know you were there. “I’m really sorry..” he murmured. Not coming in close because he didn’t want to anger you further.

“It’s..cool!” You shook your arm, eyes opening and god damn it they were watery. “Oh no it’s not. Let me get you some ice. Fuck. I’m really really sorry.” Leo springs into action at the sight of your unshed tears. “I know you didn’t do it on purpose.” You tried to console him but didn’t deny the need for ice. Relief was felt when the ice pack met your skin. “Still wanna come over?” He asked timidly, wondering if he had ruined today in general too. “Duh, I’m going to be fine Leo! How about we stop for ice cream, on you and then it’s all even mkay?”

Because you knew if you didn’t say this then he would just continue to hold onto the guilt despite all your words and reassurances. “One waffle cone coming up!!” Leo cheered, his dramatics back on as he twirled a sword to make another flashy portal, you could only hope you would survive the journey.

Donnie has a stick. “Technically Y/n, it’s a bo. Bo staff. Not a stick.” Your eyes narrowed in on his weapon of choice. “Looks like a metal stick to me.” You told him plainly. He huffed. He knew that his weapon wasn’t always the one to wow people away. It wasn’t flashy like some people *cough* *cough* leo *cough*. “Okay I lied, it’s not just a bo, it’s a tech bo!” Donnie emphasized, spinning the said weapon around between his fingers before making it land on the ground vertically. Before you could question further he clicked a very inconspicuous spot on the bo, which was basically a finger-print reader that took half a millisecond to expand out and show off a variety of other weapons attached to his bo.

A saw, a drill, and the list could go on but those were the main two you recognized before it contracted back into stick form as you liked to call it. “Nice,” you nodded, giving Donnie his props where they were due, because it was pretty cool. It was like a multi-tool. You said that aloud too.

“Yeah but way better cause I made it.” Donnie amended because he couldn’t allow himself to be compared to such everyday items. He was better. Much better.

You opened your palm out, “can I try?” Insinuating you wanted a go at holding his stick. Well, his tech bo. But he made you spell it out for him. “Try what exactly?” He asked, right eyebrow raising. “Holding the stick�� “It’s not a stick.” “Okay okay, can I try to hold the tech stick?” “Maybe, if you say it properly and also realize that you are most definitely going to hurt yourself with my tech bo.”

You made a face at that. “I most certainly am not!” You retorted and made a grab for the tEcH bO. It was out of your reach before you could even get close. And this game of keep away continued until you, asked with a “pretty please can I hold your almighty tech bo!?” Donnie was satisfied, clearly, with a smug look on his face as he allowed you to snatch it away from his hold. Finally.

You turned it around in your hands. Making slow circles. Donnie immediately trying to coach you on a better method, “Your feet aren’t in the right position~!” He chirped happily, as if correcting you was an absolute pleasure. He continued to badger you, despite your genuine efforts to improve. And at one point it all became too much, like he was being haughty. Holding it over your head that you weren’t catching on quickly.

“I get it Donnie! I suck!” You yelled and brought the metal bo down sharply. Right on your toes. You did have socks on. But the thin material did nothing to prevent the instant pain that had you crumpling down, bo falling out of your hand to instead cradle your injured foot.

It was embarrassing. The loud clatter of the bo hitting the ground, the rush of Donnie coming in close, kneeling to try and analyze the damage. You were so angry and so embarrassed that despite the pain, you pushed him away. Sniffling and whimpering, “Leave me alone!” You cried. And yep you were crying. Rocking back and forth now on your butt in an attempt to somehow ease the pain that was flowing from your toes, through your foot, all the way up to your ankle. Had you broken something?!?

Of course you hadn’t pushed him far, nor hard enough to knock him down. But he felt horrible. He felt like he was the reason this had all happened in the first place. Egging you on and messing with your head, truly being a bit of a jerk. “Just let me look please? It may be broken Y/n, it’s..high grade titanium…” he muttered the last bit because he was in no way trying to show that off in this moment. And the look in your eyes when you finally met his concerned stare was heartbreaking. He saw how red and puffy they were from the agitated tears, your cheeks ruddy as well. “Please?” He tried again. Coming in close hands up and out as a show of meaning no harm.

Slowly, your hand came away from your own toes, and Donnie peeled off your sock and assessed the injury. Light touches here and there and profusely apologized when you hissed in pain. “It’s not broken! Just bruised, pretty badly, I’ll go get some ice and then some wraps, just stay right there, don’t move!” And he was off moving swiftly as went in search for the items he required.

He gave you the ice, letting you decide how much pressure to put on the wound, and he stayed silent as he got out a few different wraps. As your tears dried and the sniffling ceased, you noticed how serious Donnie looked. When he came back down to kneel by your foot, he decided to checkup the entire area. “What about this, does this hurt?” He asked pressing lightly on a different part on the top of your foot. “Not really, it’s all getting kind of numb now,” the ice was doing its magic. He nodded, chewing on his lower lip. “I think I should wrap it now,” he said but made no move to start until you gave him the go ahead.

He was very careful. Taking all the time in the world to make sure the wrapping was perfect. When he finished he sighed, and looked up at you sincerely, “I’m sorry for being such an ass… you were doing really well but I just kept..” he sighed again shaking his head as it dropped. Looking back down at your wrapped foot. “Dee.. we like to get in each other’s nerves, you just did a really great job this time around,” you admitted with a slight laugh. But he only smiled weakly, still feeling so guilty. You huffed and shoved at his shoulder lightly, “hey, honestly I think it was your bo getting back at me for calling it a stick so many times!”

He couldn’t help but smile at that one. If only a little. “How about this? You grovel for the rest of the day, andddd order my favorite pizza?” He was quiet, thinking. “How about I just get the pizza?” Finally looking up and looking a bit better, “I don’t knowwww…” and the two of you were going back and forth once more, laughing it off.

Mikey, bless his heart, was having a fabulous time when it came to your yoga sessions. You had gotten into it and dragged the brothers into your new hobby. But the only brother who truly stuck with it was Mikey. Of course this should’ve been a no brainer, what with his acrobatic skills when it came to soaring into the air, from building to building.

So it wasn’t odd that the two of you were together in the gym alone at the lair. Sometimes he’d come over to your flat and the two of you would yoga in the only big room you had (the living room). But most times it was more convenient to do it in a space that was created with exercise in mind. After getting nice and warmed up, talking about each others day and updating one another on any tea it was time to get down to business.

“What’s on the roster today??” Mikey asked already bouncing lightly back and forth. Pumped to do anything when it came to hanging out with you. “Ahhh let’s see!” All the gossip had left your brain clueless to the new yoga you had learned recently so you needed to open up your phone and check your notes really quickly.

Mikey (ever the busybody) came in close, going up on his tippy toes to peer at your screen. Your elbow went out playfully, hitting him in the side plastron. He feigned injury, staggering back clutching where you had touched. “Betrayal!” He fake coughed. “And I thought Leo was the dramatic one!” You teased further.

At this both hands moved to cover his heart. “Take that back!!” He gasped though he could hardly hide his pleased smile. “And if I don’t??” You countered, forgetting about the phone as the screen turned black under inactivity. “Then I’ll make you!” Mikey’s face turned downright villainous (as much as a cutie patootie can), hands up and fingers at the ready to tickle you into submission.

Immediately you were fleeing. You were no stranger to Mikey’s tickling in fact the last time you had been caught in his clutches you were begging for mercy. You almost gave in right then and there at the memory but you couldn’t help but think that maybe this time you could get away.

Fool. What a foolish thought.

You were a yoga hobbyist. Mikey was a fucking ninja! The odds would never be in your favor, but he did let you think you had a chance. Letting you run around in their home gym, getting by with barely a fingertips distance away. You were breathless by the time he caught you which only worsened when he started tickling at your sides and neck.

He had you trapped, he was on top of you, between your legs, hands moving fast and causing you to laugh out of control. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, your leg jumped out and tried to slam into Mikey’s side to free yourself from further torture. But he had actually bent down lower making the trajectory straight for his head. It must’ve been ninja instincts because he caught your leg easily in a tight grasp.

“Mercy!” You called out breathlessly. To which he clicked his tongue, letting go of your leg to go back to tickling. That obviously hadn’t been what he wanted to hear. “Okay okay! I take it back!” You pleaded, batting away his hands quickly. To which he continued to try and get past until he moved way too fast for you, smacking your chin accidentally when he had been aiming to just tickle your neck.

Time force. As the sound resounded, with your punctuating “Ow!” Mikey froze. Hands still, pupils shaking as it replayed in his mind. He had hit you. Accidentally of course. But. He had hit you. You were still in pain, recovering from the shock and rubbing your sore chin. While he was receding into his shell, his hands moving back into himself as he apologized. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to! I don’t know what, it was just so fast, I’m sorry!!” He was blubbering, by the time you opened your eyes to see how much this had hurt him too.

“Angie! I know! Hey, we were just roughhousing! It got out of hand, it’s okay! I know you didn’t mean it. It was an accident!” And he clung to that word. “It really was an accident. An accident. I’m so sorry. What should I do? Lemme see!” His hands moved suddenly to touch your chin but it was like the sight of his own hands getting close to you made him fearful. He retracted once more, squeezing them into fists and putting them to his chest as he moved to get off of you. To give you space.

“Mikey!” You chastised, getting up and following after him. You grabbed his hands, holding them. “Hey hey, it’s okay! Look I’m not afraid of them and neither should you. It was an accident Mikey, plus I’m already feeling better.” Slowly his fists unfurled and you brought his hands up to your face, positioning them to cup your face. He looked up, with a watery smile. “I’m really sorry,” he said one more time. “I know,” you smiled down at him. “It’s okay!” You made sure to say. And he nodded, relaxing a bit as a shaky breath went through his body before his hands held onto you more securely. Rubbing his fingers back and forth soothingly.

Then he moved back, only to jump and tackle you into a crushing hug. “Yoga?” He asked while digging his head into your neck. “Yoga!” You agreed, and he held onto you like a monkey for a bit before clambering off to return to his mat. “Alright alright, position number one!”

[fookingmuffins]

Say something babe

James potter x reader

Angst

I have not written anything in years and English is not my first language, so pls be kind. I'm trying to do things that scare me (posting my writing) just to get over my fears, and I hope you guys enjoy. (Or not since it's angst sksksk) also, this is not proofread at all I kinda wrote it in my notes and ran imma edit it tomorrow when I'm not half asleep

Pic creds to @/sofflllll on pintrest

You giggled quietly as you were sneaking into the Gryffindor common room with the help of your best friend Penny to surprise your boyfriend. You had been dismissed from your last club meeting before break earlier than expected, and you were dying for a cuddle session after barely seeing him this last week with the many activities you had been doing from extra classes to the clubs you were part of.

"Oi potter! You got to tell me, mate, what's the matter between you and y/n?" You abruptly stopped with Penny looking at each other as you heard your name being mentioned between James and a voice you recognized as Castor, one of his quidditch buddies and a guy who had been randomly getting flirty with you despite your protest and the fact the whole school knew you were with James. You had mentioned to James how uncomfortable Castor made you feel before, but he brushed it off and always seemed preoccupied with other matters, assuring you Castor was just being a boy.

"What about her?" James said with an uncomfortable chuckle

"Well, you're clearly messing with Evans recently, so I was wondering where that would leave her at tonight's party?" You felt Penny squeeze your hand and pull it a little as tears welled up in your eyes. Messing with Evans? You had been with James for a year now, and you knew he liked Lily before, but that was long over before you two got together when they decided they were better off as friends. You held your breath as you waited for James to say something, to deny that something was happening between him and Lily and tell them off because you were his but all you heard was his signature boyish laugh that usually got you grinning like a fool and made your bad days better but this time all you felt was a knot form in your throat.

Penny tried to pull your hand to get the two of you out of there but all you did was shake your head and pull her back, you were frozen in place and needed to hear more despite everything in you telling you to run. "She's all yours if she'll have you mate. Might help me distract her a bit while Lily and I have some fun." A knot formed at the back of your throat, and you tried to swallow it as you blinked to stop the tears that were threatening to spill, but you just couldn't.

"OH come on, Potter, you cannot be serious, I really thought she was gonna be your wife once we left Hogwarts." You heard Percy, another teammate, say. "The girl seems head over heels for you and half the school wanted her, and she chose you"

"That's just it! She is so obsessed with me, it's suffocating! Definitely would never marry her. Can you imagine that? At Hogwarts, I at least get away from her when I'm in the common room, but having to live with her seems like torture to me. Especially with all her stupid friends always around" After hearing that you turned around leaving Penny behind and ran out of the portrait you had just been so careful to pass through unnoticed. You could hear Penny try to catch up to you and call out your name once you were a bit far from the Gryffindor entrance, but you just kept running, although you felt like you couldn't breathe and your vision was blurry. Had he always felt that way about you? Maybe you had done something wrong and that's why he was saying that. You probably were clingy, but you were just trying to help and show him you were there for him despite the many activities you had gotten yourself involved with since you joined Hogwarts.

As soon as you got into your dorm, you started packing the last few things you were gonna take over spring break, checking the time and realizing you could still make the night train. You were supposed to leave the next day with James and all of his friends after spending the day at Hogsmade, but he obviously would prefer it if you didn't. When you were ready you stood in front of your door slowly feeling the knot in your throat fade along with that uncomfortable pang in your chest, suddenly you felt nothing, It's like James Potter had so much control of my emotions you didn't know what to feel anymore.

When you made it on the train, you sat in an empty cabin away from the few passengers who were also on board and just stared at the seat in front of you. You wanted to be mad to feel something, but everything in you had turned numb, and you felt sleep take over from the crying you had done earlier.

Part 2?

[skubean]

May i request a short reader hc with any of the holotempus boys?

thanks for the request <3 ! i really liked this idea bcs im sort of short as well (5'2) *sobs* anyways, i decided to go with altare, axel, bettel and hakka since i'm not confident in writing for all of them yet (sorry!!) but i hope you liked this!

holotempus boys with a short! gn reader

characters: regis altare, axel syrios, gavis bettel, banzoin hakka

warnings: gender neutral reader, ooc, mentions of pet names (baby, babe, love), mild cursing, mentions of insecurity, nothing else just mostly teasing and fluff! (i did not proofread this (my bad) but lmk in case of errors.

regis altare

let's be real. the guy definitely feels a sense of pride knowing that there's someone shorter than him sksksks (since he's the shortest in hq)

he is the definition of a devil in disguise (affectionate) bcs mans will mess with you at any moment he gets despite having that soft smile on his face

he loves knowing that you rely on him esp if there's stuff you can't reach.

"what're you doing, babe? can't reach?". towers over you from behind to get whatever you're tryna reach.

if you're insecure with your height, altare would probably not mess with you as much bcs he wants you to be happy! for him, height doesn't really matter as long as the both of you are happy.

if you're just a little gremlin, expect having small silly banters with him that ends up becoming happy cuddles at the end of the day. let's just say teasing each other is your love language.

jokes aside, i think altare is the best person to be around with, mainly bcs he's attentive and focuses on your wellbeing most of the time.

imagine being in a crowd and separated from him, he would still be able to find you, ofc he would, he's just that good.

overall, altare's just being silly but definitely thinks you're cute to tease, and he uses that to his advantage.

axel syrios

menace. absolute menace.

he likes the feeling of being reliable, so he'd definitely purposely with full on intention place stuff on the highest spot so that you would have to come to him for help.

imagine his smug face when you come to him asking to get the plates placed on the highest shelf and as soon as you turn around, he silently fistbumps as a sign of victory. (he's goofy i just know it)

definitely extra protective of you, thinks you're really precious and he's like a bodyguard for some reason.

the type to always have his hand around your waist ueueueue.

if you're a little self conscious with your height, i expect axel to be really good with reassurance. he's playful, yeah, but he definitely cares more about you.

"no, baby! i think you're absolutely adorable and perfect the way you are!!", he would say this while cupping both your cheeks so you'd look him straight in the eye.

he's a hugger, so expect cuddle sessions almost 25/8.

he could be gaming and would suddenly ask you to sit on his lap or something bcs he just likes the warmth.

again, height isn't an issue for him, in fact, he finds it endearing with the height difference.

as long as you love him and he loves you, he would protect you at all costs (with a lot of teasing).

gavis bettel

pretty similar to axel, bettel definitely is big on teasing.

but his teasing are quick to follow with affection afterwards. definitely the type who jokes and then says sorry afterwards.

one time, he saw you sitting on his gaming chair while he went to grab some water and he noticed how your legs dangle slightly from how high he had his chair on. never told you this but that image of you is always on his mind, and he may or may not have snapped a picture, saved it in his phone, probably under an album filled with other pictures of you.

phantom reminds him so much of you bcs of how small he is, in a good way ofc. definitely pesters phantom abt it too.

if you're the type who would react to his antics (like get mad at him (jokingly) when he messes around), bettel sees that as an encouragement for him to mess around more.

rests-arm-on-your head typa beat

big spoon in bed for sure. the type that intertwines his legs with yours under the cover so that you're pretty much trapped under his larger build.

i headcannon that bettel is shy with pda but does stuff that indicates he wants touches!

for example: you're both sitting on the couch, and he would scooch closer to you when he sees you hella focused on whatever show is on the tv and if he thinks you noticed, he would stop. but then, he'd do it again and again until you get the hint and just lay your head on his shoulder. (mission accomplished, he thinks)

he probably doesn't realise this, but he's considerate of you. the type who would bend slightly when he kisses you without thinking bcs it's just something that happens.

definitely adorable.

banzoin hakka

hakka is a sweetheart. i just know so. in fact, i'm sure of it.

probably the opposite of the other three. jokes around but doesn't really do it much.

the type who would place stuff at a level that's reachable for you. (and for him lmfao)

probably doesn't mind about height because he's short too (his words, not mine).

still likes being the bigger spoon. one time, he was the small spoon and it was too much for him, he couldn't handle it. (weak to receiving affection).

definitely a giver. gives plenty of affection to you throughout the day that when you reward him with a little peck on the cheek, he gets all flustered and stumbles on his words (nerd.)

he's your protector. the type that would cover your head when you bend down to grab something, or would walk on the side of the road.

hakka heard you complaining abt your height one time and went full on nagging mode skksksks. doesn't like hearing you fret about your height because he thinks you're perfect!

"love, height shouldn't even be an issue because it's just height. i'd rather have you as you are bcs you're my y/n". he's so cute i can't.

lowkey feels like he would pat your butt sometimes, idk why this just popped up in my head but he does it whenever you start mumbling abt being short.

overall, he's very sweet. never lets height become an issue bcs fuck being tall!!! short is the new trend!! /j

a/n: sorry, this didn't come out as good as i was hoping bcs i ran out of ideas T.T i actually initially was planning on writing it longer but my brain is poof :( anyways, i hope this is fine huhuhu i'll try my best in the future! SORRY I SUCK i've been on tumblr for years but have never actually wrote anything so i'm a little stupid sksksksk. ok that's all, thank you !! -beanz

[bwoahtastic]

Alright so Logan enjoys tipping his food onto his head at dinner time because lol and Oscar in the next high chair is just judging him so hard and solemnly accepting the airplane spoon and Seb trying to play with Oscar and make him giggle but Oscar doesn't engage with him so he asks Kimi who blows one raspberry on Oscar's stomach and the lil guy is in absolute hysterics and even Logan side eyes him like what's so funny about that.

Their pups are such opposite but absolute besties, like Logan will run around like a mad man and then just collapse next to Oscar who cuddles him and shares his book. And Logan accidentally breaking something and Kimi and Seb looking a bit mad and Oscar just steps in front of him and says that he did it

SKSKSK

Logan giggling and playing with his food, making a mess! Its okay it's bath time after dinner anyways lol!

Meanwhile Oscar is just side eying Logan and judging him hard and waiting patiently for the next airplane spoon of food lol!

Logan is always giggling when playing and loves tickles but Oscar just gently redirects Seb's hand ehen he tries to tickle his tummy too cos no thank youuuu

Then Kimi just tugs the pup over to him and blows one raspberry on his chonqy tummy and instsntly Oscar is in hysterics, giggling and squeaking like madman and its adorable! Seb is surprised but Kimi just hands the wiggling pup over to him and Seb blows another raspberry and Oscar just let's out the happiest little noise!

Logan being a little confused but clapping his hands cos Oscar is happy and then crawling onto Kimi's lap for cuddles!

Pls little logan breaking smthn in his zoomies and Kimi goes over to clean it up while Seb wants to check if Logan hurts himself but Oscar comes over and says he did it, not Logibear! Poor pups just protecting each other and it reminds Kimi and seb thst these happy pups had a tough start to life🥺🥺

[monsterfloofs]

Well I guess I’m inevitably curious. 🍓 for the gilded robot, V1C3 themself. (If you’re comfortable)

Oh, of course! ^^ )

⚜️ I was actually up last night until about 2:30 working on their design JKXJCFBGX so I'll share the wip here too!

⚜️ I wanted to give them a design where they kind of fit into the impossible human beauty standard?? A waist that is so thin it would be impossible to have functional organs, and a stance that looks like a human foot would break under the conditions. (I may redesign their foot shape to be more like a ballet heel, because those look absolutely horrifying and also like a murder weapon to me personally sksksks)

⚜️ Some of the things on them are self modded of course! When they first came into being and started working they were a very plain black with no details.

⚜️ The gold detailing is inspired by art neuvo, it's so beautiful, I personally love it and I can imagine them enjoying some of the arts. Which is why those little flourishes are found in their design now. Also the masked face, because those extra details aren't seen in industrious work much anymore, everything is minimalistic and straight edged typically.

⚜️ I also think they have a few parts that they occationally swap out for asethetics as well, like having a few different stylings of foot models. They do enjoy style are artistic things and I can see them doing something like that =')

⚜️ V1C3 doesn't have pain sensors, not even touch sensory ones to process things like temperature. So hot and cold sensations are extremely limited, except for some relative knowledge about things they deem to be important. Like heat that can hurt technology or when they get overheated. But even those thermometers are just internal readings, not actually felt.

⚜️ That's kind of why when they turn back on those "sensory features" it's pretty meaningful, like them stepping out of their bubble, and being in-touch with the things around them. Because typically they don't see that as nessicary. It's like their little hooman person is adding features to them, having them feel curious enough to get those features to begin with. Slowly becoming less of this beautiful cold unfeeling thing, and more human like? Which if they connected the dots and realized this, they would be disgusted. X//Dc

⚜️ I found a song that fits their views about humanity sosososososo well 😭😭😭😭 It's absolutely perfect! Essentially I was put here to clean up your guys mess, and now you're complaining how I run things? Also realizing that V1C3 dealt with a lot of the dark underbelly of humanity makes a lot of sense why they would view humans so poorly. 😳 Also oh man oh man, how people can treat robots like replaceable tools. Who has room for emotions if you are treated like you don't have them anyway?

[drabbles-mc]

Cómo Puedo Ayudar?

Sal Orozco & Cecelia Garza

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Rare Treasures: create a fanwork about a character that only shows up in one (1) season of the show

Warnings: 18+, language

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: The way I already want to write a novel about these two 😂 I have a problem. ANYWAYYYYYY enjoy this little something-something about a lady we deserved for FAR MORE than one episode.

NMX Taglist: @garbinge @ashlingnarcos @hausofmamadas @narcolini @artemiseamoon @cositapreciosa @proceduralpassion (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

(rest assured i will come back and add the cece gifs when tumblr starts showing them in the gif search sksksk)

She hadn’t been what anyone was expecting when Danilo said he had a cousin who was willing to help them out. The crew was expecting someone who was more like Danilo himself—quiet, rough around the edges, quick to pull the trigger. But all it took was one look at the loose curls falling around Cecelia’s shoulders and the warm smile on her face to realize that while they might’ve been from the same family tree, they didn’t share all the same personality traits.

Most of the crew didn’t meet her until it was all said and done. Danilo, however, insisted that she at least meet Walt before fully committing to helping them out. It was easy for Danilo to sign himself onto things that might end poorly on Walt’s behalf, but Cece had always had a good head on her shoulders, always had her act together—he wasn’t going to drag her into anything without giving her the option of saying no. So he brought her to meet Walt, and of course wherever Walt went so did Sal. Both of them were on their best behavior when they gave her the pitch, knowing that it could be the make or break thing in getting the ball rolling for their entire plan to work.

The relief he felt when she agreed to help them was enough to get his shoulders to relax, head tilting down for a moment as he smiled and nodded. He knew that at least one thing with this plan was going to go right, especially if Cece had anything to say about it.

Once she agreed, Walt dove right into explaining the entire plan. Cecelia was looking at all their faces as Walt spoke. She kept a close eye on Danilo’s expression—Walt and Sal were too new for her to be confident about reading them, but if Danilo faltered she would be able to tell. They were all aware of the fact that everything had to work out pretty much perfectly, which was hard to come by in their line of work. Cecelia was wizened enough to know that, but she could also tell that even with the potentially longshot stakes they were dealing with, they all seemed confident and committed. That was the best that any of them could hope for at that point.

“I don’t want her alone, though,” Danilo said when the conversation was starting to wind down.

A tiny, knowing smile tugged at the ends of Cecelia’s lips as she cast him a look. “Dani.”

“Cece,” he matched her tone. “Estoy serio.”

She chuckled, nodding. “Sí, sí, puedo ver eso.”

Neither Walt nor Sal spoke up, letting the two of them go back and forth about it. Knowing Danilo, it wasn’t as though their opinions were going to matter all that much anyway. Despite the undertone of severity and warning in Danilo’s tone as he spoke to her, Cecelia’s voice stayed light, easy-going. They had to wonder if she just did that to get under Danilo’s skin, nettle him the way that cousins and siblings always do to each other, or if she just had always been like that despite him.

Finally, she turned to the two of them. “Do you think it’s necessary?”

Sal’s eyebrows rose slightly, immediately turning and looking at Walt. If he could keep himself out of the middle of whatever that mess could turn into, he was going to. Meanwhile, as much as Walt understood Cecelia’s point, he also knew that things for them always seemed to go wrong one way or another. He didn’t want another innocent person getting caught in the middle of it if he could help it.

“Can’t hurt,” he offered up with a shrug.

She chuckled, holding her hands up for a brief moment in surrender. “Okay.”

That was how it ended up being her and Sal sitting in the office together waiting for the phone to ring. She was more of a conversationalist than Danilo was, although admittedly that bar was pretty low. But what could have easily been an awkward afternoon of two people, essentially strangers, being stuck in a tiny room together was anything but that.

“He trusts you,” she said as she rooted around her desk drawers, looking for something Sal couldn’t even try to venture a guess at.

He hadn’t been expecting the statement, not quite processing it. “Hm?”

“My cousin,” she said as she pulled two small bottles of nail polish out of one of the drawers. “He trusts you.”

Sal chuckled and shrugged. “Doesn’t have much of a choice at this point, does he?”

She hummed knowingly, the sound almost coming out like a laugh. “Maybe. But you’re here with me.” She her eyes flicked over to him. “He trusts you.”

Sal smiled and gave a slow nod. “Good to know.”

She shook the bottle of red polish as she spoke. “He told me that if Walt couldn’t be the one here, you were second best.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh at that. “Sounds about right.”

“You two are close?”

“I don’t think anyone but you is close with Danilo.”

She smiled and shook her head as she started to put the red onto her nails. “No. You and Walt.”

His expression shifted, that same look he had a couple days before when Cecelia asked Walt to give a second opinion on what Danilo had said—surprised, a little amused. “Yeah,” he replied with a nod. “Been working together a long time.”

Even though she was looking at her hands, there was still a warm smile on her face at Sal’s answer to her question. “That’s good.”

Their conversation hit a comfortable lull shortly after that. Sal watched her, admittedly a bit bewildered. Perhaps he should’ve known better than to have his assumptions, but he certainly hadn’t expected her to be so at-ease given the situation. The waiting game got to the best of people, even people who spent their entire lives doing the things that Sal and the crew did. But there she was, waiting to help topple an entire drug trafficking organization, painting her goddamn nails. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she started humming a tune or whistling just to cut through the quiet. He couldn’t deny that he found it admirable, the comfort in the face of all of this—must’ve been a Garza thing.

“Can I ask you something?” he posed the question as he watched her blow on her nails.

Carefully placing her hands flat against the top of her desk, she nodded. “Of course.”

Leaning forward, he propped his elbows against his knees. “Is your whole family this relaxed about things like this?”

She hummed in amusement. “Things like this?”

Sal laughed, her unbothered nature manifesting itself differently than Danilo’s, but either way it kept both of them calm. “You remember what we’re doing here, right?”

She nodded as she grabbed the bottle of clear-coat nail polish. “Sí.” She tapped the bottle against her palm. “There’s a reason he asked me to help you instead of anyone else in our family.”

He couldn’t hide the impressed look on his face, a look that Cece was kind enough not to comment on. “Alright.”

As their conversation once more faded into an easy silence, they went back to the waiting game. Sal watched, paying more attention than he realized, as she deftly applied the top coat to her nails. Unbeknownst to them in a completely different building, Rubén Zuno Arce was attempting to call and get through to Miguel Ángel for the umpteenth time.

The phone rang once. Sal’s head snapped to look, expecting Cecelia to reach out and immediately grab the phone. Instead, though, he watched as she calmly dragged the nail polish brush over her nail once, twice more. Another ring. She put the brush back into the bottle. With no shift in her expression at all, she reached and carefully pulled the phone off the receiver and held it up to her ear.

“Hotel Américas, cómo puedo ayudar?”

Sal knew that he should’ve done a better job at keeping a neutral expression, but he couldn’t help it. Like an actor reading off a script in front of her, Cecelia calmly went back and forth with the man on the other end of the line. Except she wasn’t an actor, and there was no script, not really. They’d talked about the general things that she should say to sell it, the big line that she had to be sure to feed him before it was over, but the details were all left up to her.

Sal was trying not to laugh at the easy, extremely convincing tone of her voice as she said, “Ah, Rubén! Hemos estado tratando de localizarlo.”

The moment Sal heard her say that Félix had given her a message to pass on, he found himself moving so that he was sitting on the very edge of his chair. He was still in awe of the way that she didn’t fumble a single word, not even so much as a waver in her voice as she spoke.

“…y los gringos, saben dónde estás.” There it was, the hammer drop, and she did it with the ease of telling someone that their appointment had been rescheduled to a different date. There was a pause, and despite the look of anticipation on Sal’s face, Cecelia simply found herself smiling over at him as she drove the entire conversation home with a simple, “Hola? Bueno?”

Sal knew when Zuno hung up the phone because the smile on Cecelia’s face grew a little wider. Without another word, she simply set the phone back down on the receiver and looked over at Sal. The look on her face didn’t give anything away when she always seemed to have that little bit of a smile playing at her lips. As much as Sal wanted to ask, for whatever reason he just couldn’t get the words out.

She plucked the brush back out of the clear nail polish, intent to finish the few nails she still had left when the phone rang. “So,” she said, no longer looking at Sal, “now we wait, sí?”

He laughed, collapsing back in his chair. “Yeah. Now we wait.”

There was a smirk on her face as she said, “You sound relieved.” Her gaze flickered over to him. “Did you have doubts?”

Sal was still chuckling, mostly to himself at that point, as he shook his head. “Not about you.”

[nevalizona]

🎁💕💡🎯&🤔 yes a lot but um... <3

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

“We haven’t done that before?”

“Not like that. I don’t know what even got into me. That’s not something I would normally do at all. But sometimes I’m around you and I want to act crazy. I want to be impulsive and do the same stuff you do to me.”

“So it’s my fucking fault?” He snipped, pointing at himself in an annoyed way.

Genevieve’s eyes widened, she shook her head ‘no’ quickly.

“That’s not what I’m saying at all!”

“It sounds like that’s exactly what you’re saying!” His voice got louder, it was clear that he was verging on angry now.

Tears welled up in Genevieve’s eyes as she dropped her head in her hands.

“Don’t yell at me! I can’t take it! I can’t!” She sobbed into her hands. Immediately Connor softened at the sight. He sighed, rubbing his face trying to figure out exactly what happened just now.

He let her cry for a few moments before reaching over and rubbing her shoulder the best he could. He wished he could comfort her and make her feel better.

“Genevieve, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you. I get what you’re trying to say. I know you just want to… have fun. Clearly you can’t. You don’t need to try to do anything special for me. Just being yourself is enough.”

She wiped her eyes and looked over at him. She was a pitiful sight. Her mascara was running down her cheeks, eyes red and puffy. She sniffled a couple times before nodding her head.

“Are you sure?”

He flashed her a small smile.

“I’m sure.” He was being honest, he had no reason not to be. He fell for her the way she was. He never thought that she was an extremely ‘fun’ girl. She’s entertaining in her own way. They get along well and he genuinely enjoys spending time with her. She gave him a weak smile and it made his heart thump. God she looked a mess, but for some reason, he liked her even more. He wanted to grab her and plant a rough kiss on her. He held back, deciding it wouldn’t be appropriate for the time being, but when he gets her home, he is absolutely devouring her.

I wrote this awhile back when I was still working on Random Rambles 3 and ahhhhh I love this SO much! I'm never sharing the rest of it, but it's one of my favorite pieces of writing I have done! I love them so so so much and ahhhhhh anyways ^-^

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

-Hm... I think my favorite one I wrote was one I didn't post and have no plans on posting because it's a but heavy sksksks but basically is was just Genevieve and Aldridge discussing their relationship and setting boundaries. It was fun to like actually think about their relationship, and not just the ooey gooey stuff I love so much but like the not so great parts of it too.

💡How many WIPs do you currently have?

-Too many to count I fear. I'm always working on something.

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

-It's not for fanfic but I want to get to a hundred pages of a story I'm working on! I currently have 24! My goal for fanfic is to get a multichapter fic out at some point but eh.

🤔 Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

-Ohmygod yes! I just want to be able to flesh out Connor and Marshall. I would the happiest person alive if I got to do that sksksksks.

[hausofmamadas]

This might be the single most incoherent mess I’ve ever publicly written and that’s saying a lot tbf the bar of coherence is the core of the earth for me so, y’know

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“You ever think about writing a movie script?” he asks …“I could do.” “Bout some guy who starts a bike club?” “Yeah, and he thinks he’s the coolest guy around, til he meets someone cooler, that is.”

First off the fact that Johnny loves movies is the most adorable, endearing possible thing that makes so much sense bc the intensity with which we see him watching The Wild One, you just know he was doing the same shit with like El Dorado and The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. there’s just never been a truer fact. but also can we just take a moment to round of applause that amazingly well-timed and executed, “i could do” bc that’s so authentic chicago, i’m like beginning to doubt whether you’re actually british or if you’ve not been a secret American this entire time skdjfsk 

He smiles. “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah, someone they call Lips.”

Obsessedskjfskdjskdfkjs Reader will heretofore only be known as Lips and not Reader. this is no longer a readerfic, it’s now just a 2nd person OC named Lips SKSKSK

Then he’s laughing, and not looking at all where he’s going, eyes all sticky to yours, but the road's straight, so you figure it’s alright for a little while.

PFFFKTJSKDJFSK the way I howwwlllleddddddd at this like what road? it’s fine. what crash? we don’t know her

but then he pulls up in this thing—real neat looking, all black and low to the ground, but not too showy, like something he could still put his girls in, when it’s his turn or something.

The fact that his girls even occurs to reader got me so spongebob you like krabby patties bc LIPS IS DOWN SO FUCKINNNNNNBADD DUDE like it reminds me of that thing of when you like someone and it’s super new so you remember every little fact or detail about them and then connect it to everything else you see/smell/hear/taste/touch 

And you know as much about cars as you do about bikes, which is nearly fuckin’ nothin, so you couldn’t tell him anything about it, other than it looks nice, and that he was in a real surprising mood today. Keeping you on your toes, you said.

SKSS the way Reader cannot imagine Johnny in a real-life, honest-to-goodness good mood is crackin me up so much bc it just reminds me of that one part where The Kid’s asking icr if it’s Corky or Wahoo but one of them, who to talk to about getting into the vandals and they point to Johnny, and he’s pointing and screaming as Benny gets off his bike with the boot, “LOOKATDIS GUY!!!!” with the goofiest fuckingskdfjskfjalsj df smile on his face like it proper took me so by surprise it was more shocking than every jumpscare in Longlegs SKSKSKSKSKSK so the fact that Reader is also shocked by it is relatable BUT ALSOOOOOOOOOOO I need to talk about for 50000yrs the way that Johnny’s all giddy and cheeky with Reader and who do we know who elicits that response from Johnny???? HMMMMMMMMMM??????????? 

you were getting real used to having him in front of you, really enjoying it, you know, but side by side? Well, that’s a whole other drug. Spent the whole ride so far just looking at him. At his face, his hands. His thighs in those washed out jeans of his—cause he sits the same in a car as he does on a bike, would you believe it, his knees all spread out like that. And sure, maybe it’s not polite to eat him up so much with your eyes, but you’re listening too 

I mean– this is just– what even is— I can’t understand– i don’t even know where to begin except with: ASF;AKLJSD;LFIAJPWOEIJH[Q0=2IJ3[=Q09IJ3=Q 0I239JIOWEASFIOAJNEDFIOVPANDEVIGJBNQWEUBNQ[ WNF[OQJMAFOASKLDMFL;ASKMD;FASLKEDMF;ASJNDF;aswefoaj;sfjka’sedlrknga;eos[‘avosindeg]EPQWRJ]AND[FNG[PWJSF[POAWIEJ[0IWQEJ0RJQ=[WE0IRJA[-QW0IETU0QAUW384T-=Q8UW3-RIOAHEPD;NVAKJSSEBDFVAKSHBDVADIKFJVAPESDFJGVSJDFNGKAJSNF;GVdeswnfowaeiJFRAWEJRPAWOIJEPRIOWEJRPGIUHWERPTIHUAWEJBNAQWRJSGVAKFEDNSLFNCVSALKFNMAWEOPRJPQI23QPR3290IR3-Q59Q234U62-834U5-6213U4=3135 32045==UW-3RTUk

Okay now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, can I just say I feel like i’ve been pummeled in the face with a baseball bat reading this because what in the actual sweet love of fucks is wrong with you that you would inflict this pestilence upon me, nay upon US ALLLLLLLL. I meannnnn “his thighs in those washed out jeans” “his knees all spread out” IS AS MUCH OF A FUCKING WARCRIME AS BUCKING AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THEN, THAT SHIT MARKED THE DOWNFALL OF GOTDAMN CIVILIZATION OKAYYYYASKDJ christ on a cracker i’ll never recover from being permanently maimed by the this paragraph right here like it’s actually insulting how good it is. More importantly it’s amazing bc even though we all know this is actually a 2nd pov OC it is actually what every lowercase-r, reader has been thinking about Johnny themselves this entire time. Lips is just the collective voice that is cannibalizing this man with their eyes on all our behalf everyone is nodding their heads vigorously in agreement with. It’s also the fact that they’re just so smitten, they’re noticing every little tic, mannerism, every gesture, because they’re so enthralled with him, like it’s so fucking on now ksksks three dates and it’s AWN

you’ve made the car feel like one of those Swedish sauna things on wheels, or maybe it’s just you thinking that way, but your neck is hot, real world hot, and even your brow’s a little damp too. God, if he notices the sweat on you, you’ll be opening that door and rolling out onto the road before he can shout at you to stop. 

SKDJFKSKS the embarrassment over the sweat is the most real-world relatable thing except feel like lips has already forgotten that corky and all the other fucken guys look like they just got done playing like eighty sets of olympic tennis but all the towel boys were taking their smoke break at the same time and Johnny never paid em sweaty beasts no mind

“Well, whichever one you like driving, Johnny,” cause the real answer is that one makes you dizzy and the other makes you act like you ain’t never seen a man before.

PFFTTTTTDSKJF I don’t even have anything funny or coherent to say except, yes. Exactly. It’s giving pls sir may i have another

By the time you’re finally getting out of that thing, you’re thinking thank God, cause you don’t know how much longer you could’ve survived without taking one of his hands off that steering wheel just to feel some part of him. Not in a freaky way, you know, just something to stop you thinking all crazy like. Some little bit of him to hold on to, like you have on the bike.

This is sooooo…. I could actually cry at how fucking inspired this is, memorable, imaginative this is like it’s so sweet and also saucy at the same time, like if I somehow lampooned myself on a desert island and this paragraph was the only thing I had to read, it would never get old. Like just I would never consider that element of intimacy of riding on the back of the biek would be lost when you’re  in a car but like ofc it would but there’s no pretense for that kind of intimacy when you’re in a car so you’re just like twiddling your thumbs like whoopdie doslkdfjsk

At least when you’re pressed up against him like that he can’t look at you, all hungry and curious like he has been doing—and you can’t look at him neither, but you can feel him. All big and strong and warm.

No one will convince me that “hungry” and “warm” wasn’t a personal attack directed at me and how very dare you okay the bucking thing happened like 70yrs ago, must your revenge be so needlessly cruel and petty 

and he buys the tickets and the candy, and the soda that you need dowsing with, and you think, yeah, sure, you can play nice. And he’s letting you go in first, cause he’s a gentleman with things like that, so it’s easy to feel like you’re a respectable person still.

Pfttksjdfksjdf so it’s easy to feel like you’re a respectable person still is such a good way of putting it, like “so I can forget how shamelessly i have been objectifying this man in my head since i got in the passengers seat of this car” sksksk

But then you’re sitting next to him again, and this time it’s in the dark, and his knees are touching yours, actually touching, cause your seats are closer in the theatre and he’s still spread out like he’s got a damn engine under him.

STILL SPREAD OUT LIKE HE’S GOT A DAMN ENGINE UNDER HIMSDKFJSKLDJF;AKJSD;F ARE AHYOU KIDDING ME WITH THESE LATENT SEXUAL METAPHORS OR ARE YOU REALLY THAT MUCH OF A MONSTER don’t answer, that’s a rhetorical question bc we obvs know you’re the actual boogyman (affectionate)

All heart hammering and sweating like you ain’t never kept a guy’s company before.

SKDFKS once again I have nothing of value to say except the way this is phrased deliciously and my teeny detective notepad is out, and i’m taking notes, and i’m cryingall over the notes and the ink keeps running so i keep having to rewrite them but i still can’t stop crying so the ink is still running do you see what you’ve done here

You don’t tell him though, cause these are perfectly normal things to happen on a date, right, and you wouldn’t want him to stop, you only want your brain to quit thinking all these things you ain’t got the right to know yet.

Idk why there’s something so interesting about the “quit thinking all these things you ain’t got the right to know yet” like I know Reader hasn’t met Johnny’s other wife yet, but something about this i feel like speaks to the attitude they’re gonna have whenever they meet Benny and see him and Johnny together. Like I know this is obv not the exact same thing but there’s a thread there that feels consistent to me for some reason and I really like and respect them for it

Like they’re made for kissing, carved out just for that one thing, but they don’t make his face any less handsome, right, and you certainly wouldn’t call him pretty allover. Just, rugged, you know. Good to look at. And, Jeez, you can’t even go five minutes without something like that.

I’m sorry but if this isn’t the most perfect description of how scrumptious this man’s mouth is SKSK 

It’s a good thing you ain’t supposed to talk in here, cause the way this is going, something might slip out that you really shouldn’t say.

PFFTKSJFKSJKS NOT READER LEGIT NEEDING THE SOCIAL CONTRACT OF A MOVIE THEATER TO KEEP THEMSELVES FROM POPPING RIGHT OPEN LIKE A SAFE JOHNNY DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HE’S CRACKED WIDE TF OPENSKSKKSKS

And when you don’t move, like you might not’ve seen him do it, he reaches and puts his fingers through yours until, yeah, you’re holding hands, and he’s sitting them both in the middle right where he wanted them.

Are you fFUKKKKKKKKCINGDKJSKDFUCKINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG KIDDING ME, I could kiss you, and kick you, and kill you, and lift you up over my head on a fucking stool like they do at jewish weddings to the bride and groom bc the way you’ve had him handle this here is like– like i’d never fucking think of it, id’ come up with something probably wildy ooc but reading this, even as much as it wouldn’t occur to me, it’s also so. fucking. correct. Like matter-of-fact, not pushy, not overbearing, just like, “let's do This Thing now”

But that bird tattoo, that swallow by his thumb? That’s smooth as anything, and once you start feeling it, you can’t stop. Running your own thumb all over it like you’re in love or something.

LIKE YOU’RE IN LOVE OR SOMETHIGNSKDJFSKJFKJA i had to google if that swallow tattoo was actually real and then saw how many tattoos irl tom hardy has, so i stopped looking for that specific one bc i didn't need to skks, i knew 

Which you’re not complaining about, course not, it sent your heart scattering like a mouse across the kitchen floor, but normally you got a real hold of yourself at a point like this.

The number of times i’ve tried to figure out a better way to say “thumping/beating/pounding heart” better than stupid, cliche, tired ‘ole “thumping/beating/pounding heart” and you just drop this fucking description like it’s easier than nothing at all makes me want to cappo di tucci kiss you on each cheek and also makes me want to caveman smash a bottle over your head full putamadree Dina style

Instead, here you are, acting like you know who he is and what he looks like under all the layers. Acting like maybe you wouldn’t mind so much to one day marry a sort of guy like him—if you were to marry anyone at all, that is. 

OMGSJKDFJSKFJ this turn towards like fanciful daydreaming about marriage was not a turn i saw coming at all but i love it to death, it’s very writing your first name + your crush’s last name all over your spiral notebook in homeroom , i mean I hate to repeat myself but once again very “you liiiiiike kraaaaaabie paaaaattys”

You’re just thinking all sorts of things for the sake of thinking them—just to avoid thinking about all the other things that you’re trying not to think about and, yeah, you’re really going round in circles about it. If he could hear you now, he’d be leaving you right there in the dark.

AWWWWNOOOOOO LIPS!!!! DON’T DOUBT YOUR CHARMS, LIPS!!!! IF YOU PASSED HIM A NOTE IN CLASS THAT SAID “DO YOU LIKE ME? CHECK: YES, NO, MAYBE” JOHNNY WOULD CHECK THE YES BOX I PROMISEEE 

he’s whispering about the girl on screen looking like his Aunt Tina in a hair piece, and you laugh so loud the people in front turn round to shoot you with their eyes—until they see Johnny, that is. Even in the dark, when all you can make out is what the light off the screen gives you, that jacket of his means something. One look at the leather and the patches and, whoosh. Suddenly nobody’s got the guts to say anything about it.

SPFFFTKSKFJ not the slightly problematic but highly relatable “my boyfriend’s back and you’re gonna be in trouble” that we’ve all had at some point or another and some of us * cough * me are having right now as we speak

You’re even squeezing his hand a little afterwards, like you’re thanking him for it even though he didn’t do nothin. Just sat there looking mean, you know. But maybe you want someone sitting there looking mean. Maybe you don’t wanna be doing it for yourself no more, and are perfectly happy to let someone like Johnny do it for you.

Once again, nothing articulate, nothing cogent, except eres un pinshe genio y voy a matarte aunque sea lo ultimo que hago bc it’s just rude to be so talented all up in our faces like this. And like it makes so much sense given what we know of Lips in part 1, like they got moxie out the ears, they’re clearly scrappy, clearly well-versed at taking care of shit when they need to but I also love the idea of there being relief at not having to do that themselves after doing it for so long. It makes it also feel like there’s some story behind that self-sufficience but what is it…… got me all 👀👀

“I’m still deciding,” you tell him, cause you are, cause you were distracted for most of it. But that part you’re not telling. 

PSFSFFTTTSKDFJLSJKFTSTNOOOOOSTOPPPPPPPPPPASODKFJPAOSIDJF BC READER HAS NO FUCKING IDEA AT ALL WHAT’S HAPPENED IN THIS MOVIE ASIDE FROM AUNT TINA’S TOUPE i CANNOTTTSKDFJS 

He don’t smile but his eyes do, and you know before he says anything, that he’s gonna say something in a real sort of a way, just to get a rise outta you. “There I was,” he says, “thinking I was doing something good, you know. Giving you a break from all that talking, Lips.”

This banter, i could crush it with my hulk like strength, i’m wrestling it to the ground and bear-hugging it that hard

“No way. That’s not stickin, Johnny.” “Yeah…” He nods in a sorry looking way. “I kinda think it already has.” “And I kinda think three dates is enough. How’s that for thinkin?” “Oh, calling it then, are you?”

AGAIN THSSSISISIDFJSKJ FFUCKINGGGGG BANTER, LIKE I CAN HEAR HIM LAUGHIGN SO FUCKING CLEARLY, LIKE WHEN HE’S LAUGHIGN AT BENNY RUNNING THROUGH THE RED LIGHTS 

But neither of you are pretending like you believe it, not even for a bit of a game to play; like it’s a given that you’re lying

Where’s my smug pablo emote when i need it bc i’ve already used the spongebob you like krabby patties once in this post SKSK 

So you lean back against his car, right on the driver’s side, and ask him what he thought of the movie, cause you can tell he’s thinking a lot on something or other, so you figure it’s probably that. And he sets off talking like you’re right

Now i’m just repeating myself bc lowkey delirious still from liek aweek of packing and moving and an ave of 4hrs of sleep a night the whole time but the idea that Johnny is a movie buff after one blink-and-you’ll-miss-it scene of him repeating Brando’s lines while watching The Wild One is the most brilliant extrapolation I’ve ever witnessed

you gotta admit, you're not listening to a word of it. Real bad manners it is, really awful of you to get a guy talking and not even hear one thing he says, but Jeez, you’re just watching those lips and that cigarette and not helping yourself in any sort of way at all.

REAL BAD MANNERSSKSKKSSKSKSWHY IS THSI THE FUCKING FUNNIEST THING IN THE ENTIRE FIC LIKE LIPS ACTUALLY BERATING THEMSELFS INTO LISTENINGsksksk just “goddamnit, pullyourshittogether, youlookridiculous, pickyourjawupfromoffthefloor, likereallyareyouinsane, whatswrongwithyou, hesgonnathinkyouresoweirdifheseesyoustaringathimlikethis, getreal, hesjustaman” but being fully incapable of listening to any of it bc look how nice the way his lips do that thang skksks

he takes the smoke from his mouth and tosses it. Never even lit, clean as the day they made it, and he throws it right into that grimy little puddle there with no warning at all. 

As a former smoker, i can attest to how actually hectic this kinda behavior is, i mean downright demented really. Just wasting a perfectly good, unlit cigarette like a candy wrapper. Until i remembered that a pack of cigarettes back then were like the cost of a vending machine soda or some shit

Or maybe, and most likely, he saw how rude you were being and got worked up about it, instead of going the other way. And you wanna tell him it’s not that at all, and you’re sorry, yeah, you’ll listen better now

Nooottskdfjs Lips being like “I swear i’ll be good” to literally no one except themselves i am yooooodelinggggggsldj 

“I’m thinking it’s getting real hard to look and not touch,” you say.

OWWOOOOOOOOOOFOFFFFFF !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HERE TF WE GO, ITS HAPPENING, ITS FINALLY TIME, I FEEL LIKE IVE WON THE OLYMPIC GOLD MEDAL OF SCREAMBLOGGINGSIJFDKSJF 

Slips right out of you, gone without stopping, but you said it in a dazed kind of way, so it came out sort of nice, you guess. Honest without being crazy about it.

I love this description sosososooooooooo much, it’s so key to contextualizing what’s just been said, like I can hear it so clearly, I am right there shooting the movie of my dreams and also sobbing and wiping my nose with my shirtsleeve bc im actually not shooting the movie of my dreams but i would be 

and then he’s kissing you. Not quick like some other guy might, but slow and careful like a man really thinking about it. 

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oky the speed with which I just keyboard smashed and the diversity of symbols and capitalization may have been too great for my computer to handle and it may have froze and wouldn't restart for 10 minutes sksks

cause you can tell by his lips, by the way he’s moving, he’s still sort of worrying about it. Like he knows how to but can’t remember yet, or doesn’t know if he likes your mouth enough to forget about the last one he was used to.

THE LAST ONE HE WAS USED TOOOOOOO UGH I AM FLINGING MYSELF ON THE GROUND, KICKING AND SCREAMING, OUR POOR JOHNNY SDKFSJDKS but also is it fucked that I was legit like oh don’t worry about the last one, i bet he and betty hadn’t proper smooched since Eisenhower left the white house

you’re just making sure you remember every bit of this, incase he decides he don’t like it after all.

It really is so interesting to me how much Lips is second guessing Johnny’s interest, like it’s a little bit of insecurity that I wasn’t really anticipating but i feel like says a lot, i just don’t know exactly what it’s saying yet if that makes sense skskksks

Which you’re glad of, cause somehow it’s all adding up to taste like the best sort of thing you’ve ever had, and you don’t think he’d get that title if it was just the cigarettes on his tongue.

As a former smoker who formerly dated a few smokers, can confirm would not get that title if it was just cigarettes

Well, you’re already standing straight again and letting go of his jacket, cause it seems impolite to be tugging on him like that and one of his hands moves to your neck like he’s trying to leave but can’t make his body listen to his head.

LIKE HES TRYING TO LEAVE BUT CANT MAKE HIS BODY LISTEN TO HIS FREAKKKKKINNNSNKDFJSK HEADDDD GET TF OUTTA HERE WITH THIS SLFKDJA;LKSDJFPAOIWE LIKE YOU FUCKING KNOW ITS BAD WHEN IM QUOTING THE SAME THING TWICESKJDFS 

He could have another, or he could shove his hands in his pockets and rush you into the car, and you wouldn’t complain one bit because now you know. You know what it’s like.

Look they waited until they were s’posed to know and look what a treat they got 😌

“Take me home?” Which is the wrong fuckin’ thing to say apparently, because his hands drop off you so quick it almost stings. Like you were never hot

BROOOOOOOOOOOO STG I FUCKING DROPPED MY PHONE READING THISSSSASKJFSKJDK AS QUICK AS HIS HANDS BC IT CANNOT FALL APART THIS SOON ARE YOU KIDDDING

You watch him scratch the back of his neck—always itching when he’s trying to get outta something, yeah, you seen him do it enough times already 

Sksksksk once again, I refer you to bullet point 4 or whatever tf when I said  like this is the shit you do when you’re studying someone under a microscope, not even for simple curiosity, but bc you literally have not a single choice at this point, it’s a compulsion, it’s a sickness, it should be put in the dsm, we are all infected with it thansk to you and your pro johnny rhetoric and your pro-johnny agenda

“You gonna tell me you don’t wanna date me no more?” you ask him. Which is funny, cause you said that before he kissed you, and neither of you meant it then, but now there’s a little sour guy in your gut saying maybe

me rn

"I can’t give you a life, you know?” You stare at him real hard. “Did I ask you to?” “Not yet, but,” he shrugs, “I’ve done all that before.”

JOHNNYYYYNO OOOOOO nonononononno my boi you’re overthinking things, itsfineitsfineitsfine doens’t matter that not an hour ago, Reader was writing your name in their notebook and doodling little flowers and hearts around it shsshshhhhhhhhh itsfineitsfine, nothing to see here, look what's that over there!

He’s figuring all this out like it’s brand fuckin’ new, and all the while trying to make sure you’re not getting cut up in the process. A little early on, sure, but that’s what you gotta do, right? Clear the gutter out before the rain comes.

I might as well be as useless as that little brain roomba from Fallout at this point

(This guy☝️)

bc I can’t help but quote this shit twice and just repeat everything i’ve said already but clear the gutter out before the rain comes is such prose, so perfect, so disgusting, highly objectionable, deeply immoral, i love it completely, i’d probably ? maybe die for it, i’d definitely kill for it. Like it illustrates the sentiment so seamlessly without sounding pretentious which i feel like is such a difficult balance to strike but critical for this character’s voice specifically. Also loving how there’s like the slightest hint of doubt under it bc i can’t help but question how much they can mean it if they were already going from zero to marriage SKKSKS but we love a mess, i came here for the mess. i are, yes, entertained

So you tell him, “I only wanna spend time with you, Johnny.” And he thinks on that, looking like he don’t believe anyone could ever say it and mean it, then he says, “S’pose that’s alright then, if that’s what it is.”

The way Johnny’s in such disbelief over that is so comically upsetting skdfjskjdfs like man, his divorce did afucking NUMBER on him but betty also did treat him kinda like furniture, i mean we saw it skdfjsk 

Scared of touching him like you’re used to doing it, and scared of him dropping you off without saying nothing else at all. Just your pinky and his pinky, and the radio on quiet like you’re dreaming, or something.

*pinches bridge of nose* Like you’re dreaming, or something. I might as well just be a pile of human mush at this point with like i how much damage this fic and specifically this chapter have done to my psyche

It’s short and a little polite, like Mrs Saccone might be watching

SKKSKSSK fucksingskfdjdskfj there is always a mrs saccone in everyone’s neighborhood, apartment building, duplex, whatever 

He’s half-way down the steps again when he says, “See you tomorrow, Lips,” and he don’t even know if you’re free for him or not. Which you guess means you haven't scared him off at all, if that’s what it is.

The fact that Johnny’s just assumed like, “we’re doing A Thing now,” like he’s a really aloof, noble dog a beagle or a basset hound or something idk, what tf do i know about dogs, im a cat person living on the streets until he climbs up the steps of a house with the porch light on, and Lips is outside chatting on the phone, carrying the rotary receiver part with a cigarette hanging outta their mouth, and the dog just walks up and lays right by their feet like, “yeah, this one. Imma pick you. No, no, no you don’t gotta go moving or making a big fuss, just lemme sleep here cause i picked it.” And Reader just smiles cause how special this cute street dog picked me and then shrugs and keeps talking on the phone bc they dont wanna spook him away and it’s so correct and so johnny and yeah, so basically I’ve just continued to deteriorate rapidly from the aforementioned damage, and have advanced past the mush stage, sonlike i’m literally talking to you and staring at the liquid me that has coalesced now into a puddle around me, just me soup. And bc I’ve lost the ability to type altogether, i’ve actually been dictating the 2nd half of this screamblog to my executive assistant, aka one of my cats, his name’s boots but i call him dooty after that mr. skeltal meme, yes, say hi to everyone, dooty. *waves, slides teeny glasses up nose, returns to typing industriously with teeny cat paws* in fact this was typed at a rate of 6wpm which is why it took so long for me to finish, sorry mj. Cats just don’t have the thumb dexterity but we’re doing our best here in the hausofmamadas considering i’m actually Incorporeal Human Stew bc of what you’ve done so thanks bestie *plants fat kiss on your stupid mouth, screams in your face, flips you off, walks away crying*

white room - pt. 3

johnny davis x gn!reader, 18+, canon typical themes and language, 4k words, 3 of ? part one | part two a/n: if anyone's curious, the fics named after the song white room by cream, which was both relevant enough, and playing on spotify at the time, to be chosen for such reasons skskssk gif credit to @hausofmamadas mi amor

Friday, well, that one turns out to be a movie. Not in the romantic feeling kind of way, but in the real movie theatre with a bucket of popcorn and everything else kind of way, and you would’a never expected that from a guy like Johnny. 

Really surprised you at first, caught you so off guard that you made him say it twice when he picked you up, but then he said besides riding and racing, movies are his favourite way to spend an hour or two, which really warmed you up to the idea. And you know, he wasn’t lying, neither. Everyone likes movies in some sort of way, sure, but Johnny? He loves them. Really really. His eyes lit all the way up when he told you which one he’d picked out for you, and you didn’t mind anywhere near enough to complain or choose something else, so that’s what you ended up doing.

And on the way there, he asks what your favourite thing is, for passing time and stuff, and you tell him, well, you suppose that’d be writing. So he says, books? And you says, yeah, stories. Adventures. 

“You ever think about writing a movie script?” he asks.

And you shrug, cause you ain’t never thought about it really. “I could do.”

“Bout some guy who starts a bike club?”

“Yeah, and he thinks he’s the coolest guy around, til he meets someone cooler, that is.” 

He smiles. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, someone they call Lips.”

Then he’s laughing, and not looking at all where he’s going, eyes all sticky to yours, but the road's straight, so you figure it’s alright for a little while. “It’s good,” he says, “but, ah, I don’t think it’ll make it. Won’t get the audience, you know?”

“Sucks,” you tell him, “I had a real good feeling bout that one.”

Oh, and he picked you up in his car this time too, which you ain’t never seen before. With the bikes and the trucks, you thought you had his wheels all covered, but then he pulls up in this thing—real neat looking, all black and low to the ground, but not too showy, like something he could still put his girls in, when it’s his turn or something. And you know as much about cars as you do about bikes, which is nearly fuckin’ nothin, so you couldn’t tell him anything about it, other than it looks nice, and that he was in a real surprising mood today. Keeping you on your toes, you said. 

His reason was something about not wanting to leave his bike someplace he can’t get to in a pinch, and apparently that’s the movie theatre. So, you’re sitting next to him this time, instead of clinging on like a second jacket, and talking all that crap about movie scripts while he drives you there.

You figured you’d be feeling a sort of way about the car thing, cause you were getting real used to having him in front of you, really enjoying it, you know, but side by side? Well, that’s a whole other drug. Spent the whole ride so far just looking at him. At his face, his hands. His thighs in those washed out jeans of his—cause he sits the same in a car as he does on a bike, would you believe it, his knees all spread out like that. And sure, maybe it’s not polite to eat him up so much with your eyes, but you’re listening too, and talking when he needs something from you. 

Plus, you only caught him a couple times, but he’s been looking at you as much as you’re looking at him. At your jeans and thighs as well, you reckon. Between the both of you, you’ve made the car feel like one of those Swedish sauna things on wheels, or maybe it’s just you thinking that way, but your neck is hot, real world hot, and even your brow’s a little damp too. God, if he notices the sweat on you, you’ll be opening that door and rolling out onto the road before he can shout at you to stop. 

At one point, he says, “You like the bike or the car more?”

And you say back, “Well, whichever one you like driving, Johnny,” cause the real answer is that one makes you dizzy and the other makes you act like you ain’t never seen a man before. You’re not precious neither, about what he thinks of you, but you’re not gonna go and say something that’ll make you sound like that now, are you?

By the time you’re finally getting out of that thing, you’re thinking thank God, cause you don’t know how much longer you could’ve survived without taking one of his hands off that steering wheel just to feel some part of him. Not in a freaky way, you know, just something to stop you thinking all crazy like. Some little bit of him to hold on to, like you have on the bike. 

Who would’a known that was the lesser evil of the two, right? At least when you’re pressed up against him like that he can’t look at you, all hungry and curious like he has been doing—and you can’t look at him neither, but you can feel him. All big and strong and warm. Then you don’t gotta sit and wonder like you were just then, going all crazy thinking about how it would be, how it would, well, you know. With his hands and his face and his lips and stuff. Thinking bout that, you know. 

So you get out the car, and for a few minutes you’re free, feeling normal, and he buys the tickets and the candy, and the soda that you need dowsing with, and you think, yeah, sure, you can play nice. You’re chatting and laughing just like last time. And he’s letting you go in first, cause he’s a gentleman with things like that, so it’s easy to feel like you’re a respectable person still. 

But then you’re sitting next to him again, and this time it’s in the dark, and his knees are touching yours, actually touching, cause your seats are closer in the theatre and he’s still spread out like he’s got a damn engine under him. 

Like, fuck, you feel altogether insane by the time the movie’s going. 

No other man’s ever got you like this, right? Sure feels that way at least, like you’re fifteen again, and letting the kid next door take you out for the very first time. All heart hammering and sweating like you ain’t never kept a guy’s company before. 

Johnny don’t notice of course. He’s watching the movie with both hands on his lil’ pouch of M&Ms, and every time he laughs, he’s no idea that his knee’s rubbing up on yours or that his elbow’s bouncing right into your arm. You don’t tell him though, cause these are perfectly normal things to happen on a date, right, and you wouldn’t want him to stop, you only want your brain to quit thinking all these things you ain’t got the right to know yet. 

Like how his lips are so big and pretty looking. Like they’re made for kissing, carved out just for that one thing, but they don’t make his face any less handsome, right, and you certainly wouldn’t call him pretty allover. Just, rugged, you know. Good to look at. And, Jeez, you can’t even go five minutes without something like that. Wondering what his lips are really like to kiss, or whether he’s got any more tattoos any place you can’t see. 

It’s a good thing you ain’t supposed to talk in here, cause the way this is going, something might slip out that you really shouldn’t say. So you just keep looking forward and watching the movie that you’re already losing track of. 

_____

Turns out, biting your tongue is worth it sometimes, cause about half way in you get the answer to one of those crazy questions of yours.

Only a little something, but it gets your heart going all over again. Out of nowhere, his hand goes right there on the arm rest between you, and it’s not just resting, it’s inviting, cause the palms up, you know, waiting for you. And when you don’t move, like you might not’ve seen him do it, he reaches and puts his fingers through yours until, yeah, you’re holding hands, and he’s sitting them both in the middle right where he wanted them.

Before, you’d been wondering if his hands were as rough as they looked like, and well, now you know. And they are. But that bird tattoo, that swallow by his thumb? That’s smooth as anything, and once you start feeling it, you can’t stop. Running your own thumb all over it like you’re in love or something. But his hands are a little cool, you know, compared to yours, and you guess you got some habit you can’t help, about warming things up by rubbing them all sweet like that. 

You guess you’re also feeling like he’s sort of familiar already, and that’s what you do when you hold a hand and it’s one you’re used to, right?

But how’s he got you feeling that way after doing so little? Like he’s got you holding hands and tracing swallows and thinking about his thigh against yours, when really, you’ve seen him three times and that’s it. Which is next to nothing, you know? You haven’t even kissed him properly yet. The other night, when he dropped you home, you got a peck on the cheek and a mouthful of cologne and that was that. Which you’re not complaining about, course not, it sent your heart scattering like a mouse across the kitchen floor, but normally you got a real hold of yourself at a point like this. 

Instead, here you are, acting like you know who he is and what he looks like under all the layers. Acting like maybe you wouldn’t mind so much to one day marry a sort of guy like him—if you were to marry anyone at all, that is. You figure one like Johnny wouldn’t be too bad. Quiet when he needs to be, rough looking, but nice still. Someone you couldn’t bring to your mother but would bring to an office party. It could work, you know, if you were ever really wanting something like that to work. 

Boy, you’re almost making yourself sick thinking about it. You barely know the guy and you got no interest in marrying, not any time soon, and God knows Johnny ain’t wanting that either, so what does it matter to you? You’re just thinking all sorts of things for the sake of thinking them—just to avoid thinking about all the other things that you’re trying not to think about and, yeah, you’re really going round in circles about it. If he could hear you now, he’d be leaving you right there in the dark. 

Then he breathes by your ear, and he’s whispering about the girl on screen looking like his Aunt Tina in a hair piece, and you laugh so loud the people in front turn round to shoot you with their eyes—until they see Johnny, that is. Cause then it’s right back to the screen again like they didn’t see nothing. Even in the dark, when all you can make out is what the light off the screen gives you, that jacket of his means something. One look at the leather and the patches and, whoosh. Suddenly nobody’s got the guts to say anything about it.

And the worst part? That all makes you feel even more like you’d marry him. Or someone like him, if it came up, of course. You’re even squeezing his hand a little afterwards, like you’re thanking him for it even though he didn’t do nothin. Just sat there looking mean, you know. 

But maybe you want someone sitting there looking mean. Maybe you don’t wanna be doing it for yourself no more, and are perfectly happy to let someone like Johnny do it for you.

Who knows, but you really should be watching the movie now anyhow, cause he’s gonna ask you all about it, you’re sure, and you don’t even know any of their names yet.  

_____

“So you like it?” he says after, just like you knew he would, when you’re walking back over the lot to that four wheel surprise of his. 

“Yeah, I think so.”

“What, you only think you like it?” He throws you one of them big, crumply, frowns, with a cigarette bouncing in his mouth already. “How can you not know if you liked it or not?”

“I’m still deciding,” you tell him, cause you are, cause you were distracted for most of it. But that part you’re not telling. “I know I prefer things where I can talk to you, though. Face to face and stuff.”

He don’t smile but his eyes do, and you know before he says anything, that he’s gonna say something in a real sort of a way, just to get a rise outta you. “There I was,” he says, “thinking I was doing something good, you know. Giving you a break from all that talking, Lips.”

“No way.” There it is. “That’s not stickin, Johnny.”

“Yeah…” He nods in a sorry looking way. “I kinda think it already has.” 

“And I kinda think three dates is enough. How’s that for thinkin?”

“Oh, calling it then, are you?”

“Yeah, I am.” But neither of you are pretending like you believe it, not even for a bit of a game to play; like it’s a given that you’re lying, you know, three dates and he and you both know you’re sticking around for more. No question. “You ever gonna light that thing?” you ask, pointing to the long smoke dangling over his chin. You’re at the car now and he still ain’t touched it, acting like he’s not even thought about it since he put it there.

“Was getting round to it,” he says, making no move to do anything other than standing there looking at you.   

And you’re looking right back. 

It’s dark out already, cause that movie was longer than you thought it’d be, but there’s enough street lights round here that nothin’s really hurting by it. He’s just got a little orange on him, shoulders glowing like you’re sitting with a campfire or something. 

So you lean back against his car, right on the driver’s side, and ask him what he thought of the movie, cause you can tell he’s thinking a lot on something or other, so you figure it’s probably that. And he sets off talking like you’re right, going on about one of them cowboys in particular, but you gotta admit, you're not listening to a word of it.

Real bad manners it is, really awful of you to get a guy talking and not even hear one thing he says, but Jeez, you’re just watching those lips and that cigarette and not helping yourself in any sort of way at all. You just agree and shake your head when it feels like the right thing to do—and you know you’re making it obvious, may as well be screaming kiss me, Johnny, kiss me, but he just keeps going. Talking more than you ever heard him talk about anything. 

And right when you think he might ask you something, or call you up on that look you’re giving him, he takes the smoke from his mouth and tosses it. Never even lit, clean as the day they made it, and he throws it right into that grimy little puddle there with no warning at all. He could’a kept it you know, put it back in the box and had it later, if he didn’t want it no more.

“What d’you do that for?” you ask him.

He says, “You wanna go?” 

It’s the way his voice sounds when he asks, it makes you frown a little. Like he’s upset or something. Or maybe, and most likely, he saw how rude you were being and got worked up about it, instead of going the other way. And you wanna tell him it’s not that at all, and you’re sorry, yeah, you’ll listen better now, but all you can do is shake your head at him. 

No, you don’t wanna go. What you want is—well, you’re trying to be good about it, cause he said before that you’re the first person he’s looked at in any real sort of way since Betty left, and that’s a whole load of weird, every step of the way for him, you know—but, God, what you really wanna do is kiss him. You want to kiss him. 

Guess he’s used to you by now, cause you’ve been so quiet that he notices something off about it. Then he don’t look upset, or mad, he just looks confused when he asks, “You okay?”

 Well, then you figure, screw being nice, just for a little bit. 

“I’m thinking it’s getting real hard to look and not touch,” you say.

Slips right out of you, gone without stopping, but you said it in a dazed kind of way, so it came out sort of nice, you guess. Honest without being crazy about it. And he says nothin, no surprise right, but you do catch something—yeah, right there, he goes and does it again—his eyes drop from looking at yours, to looking down at your mouth. Bingo. He’s thinking about it too. All you can do is wait it out.

After a second that feels like a minute that feels like an hour, his head shakes halfway and he says, “I don’t,” but that’s all he says, I don’t. Then he goes and pulls you into him. 

Just like that.

Two hands, either side of your face, scratchy on your cheek and cool feeling cause you got hot real fast, and then he’s kissing you. Not quick like some other guy might, but slow and careful like a man really thinking about it. Kissing you like. Well. Like nobody’s ever been kissing you before. 

You feel yourself curling in, right up close to him, and grabbing onto the edges of his jacket a little. Letting him kiss you, not the other way around, but doing all you can to keep it going, you know, cause you can tell by his lips, by the way he’s moving, he’s still sort of worrying about it. Like he knows how to but can’t remember yet, or doesn’t know if he likes your mouth enough to forget about the last one he was used to. 

And you’re not caring about anything to do with any of that, you’re just making sure you remember every bit of this, incase he decides he don’t like it after all.

But he keeps going still, and your mouth starts tasting like his mouth, which is like a load of ash and candy, cause he’s a sweet tooth, you know, who knew, and he was tossing them back like water in there. Which you’re glad of, cause somehow it’s all adding up to taste like the best sort of thing you’ve ever had, and you don’t think he’d get that title if it was just the cigarettes on his tongue.

When he pulls back—and God, you fight him on it—you make a noise like he hurt you. Embarrassing, right? A little whimper like an animal, or something, and that makes him keep you real close for a sec, just to be sure he didn’t actually hurt you somehow. Then you’re both saying “sorry” at the same time, for some reason. Sorry, you know, over nothin. 

And that’s dumb enough that you laugh right up against his lips, and he breathes in a lazy sort of way, all heavy like he’s not had his fill yet. 

Well, you’re already standing straight again and letting go of his jacket, cause it seems impolite to be tugging on him like that now he’s waiting a little, and one of his hands moves to your neck like he’s trying to leave but can’t make his body listen to his head. 

Course, you don’t mind either way. He could have another, or he could shove his hands in his pockets and rush you into the car, and you wouldn’t complain one bit because now you know. You know what it’s like. 

You’re smiling still too, while he looks at you all hungry like, and you know it’s in your mouth and your eyes and the way you find yourself saying to him,

“Take me home?”

Which is the wrong fuckin’ thing to say apparently, because his hands drop off you so quick it almost stings. Like you were never hot, he was, and now he ain’t there holding you the cold is real sharp feeling. Then he steps back a bit, and he’s clearing his throat and rubbing his nose with his knuckles, and you figure you’ve scared all of that right back out of him again.

“You know,” he says, like it really hurts him to say it, “I—I can’t. I mean. I don’t wanna rush into nothin with us, you know?” 

“I know,” you tell him. “Who’s rushing anything?”

You watch him scratch the back of his neck—always itching when he’s trying to get outta something, yeah, you seen him do it enough times already—and he’s screwing his face up like you ain’t getting it, and he can’t think of any way to put it that'll help. “We should probably, I mean.”

“You gonna tell me you don’t wanna date me no more?” you ask him.

Which is funny, cause you said that before he kissed you, and neither of you meant it then, but now there’s a little sour guy in your gut saying maybe, just maybe, you know. 

“No, no.” He shakes his head, voice all whiny like it actually is hurting. 

“Well what is it then?”

“I know how you get, yeah…you, when it gets like that. Taking you home, staying over. I mean," and then he says, "I can’t give you a life, you know?”

You stare at him real hard. “Did I ask you to?”

“Not yet, but,” he shrugs, “I’ve done all that before.”

A part of you is thinking, God, worrying about all that already? This guy’s a real piece of work. But the sensible part thinks, yeah, you too, even if you weren’t really thinking in any serious kinda way—plus he’s got a divorce two steps behind him, so why wouldn’t he be worrying about it? He’s figuring all this out like it’s brand fuckin’ new, and all the while trying to make sure you’re not getting cut up in the process. A little early on, sure, but that’s what you gotta do, right? Clear the gutter out before the rain comes.

So you tell him, “I only wanna spend time with you, Johnny.”

And he thinks on that, looking like he don’t believe anyone could ever say it and mean it, then he says, “S’pose that’s alright then, if that’s what it is.”

And you say, “Yeah, that’s what it is.” 

And when he drives you home, he’s got one hand on the wheel, and the other on his thigh, and you put your pinky round his like you’re scared of holding it proper. Scared of touching him like you’re used to doing it, and scared of him dropping you off without saying nothing else at all. Just your pinky and his pinky, and the radio on quiet like you’re dreaming, or something. 

But then it comes to it, and you get another taste of candy and ash right under your porch light.

It’s short and a little polite, like Mrs Saccone might be watching, but that don’t matter, cause you figure it means he’s decided you’re alright spending time with him still. Not rushing into nothing, yeah? 

He’s half-way down the steps again when he says, “See you tomorrow, Lips,” and he don’t even know if you’re free for him or not. Which you guess means you haven't scared him off at all, if that’s what it is. 

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