#though I'd like johnny to have short hair

[juststayquiete]

cozy morning with your platonic soulmate

[lunarw0rks]

I have a request for Ghost where 141 notices a change in Ghost when he can't wait to get home to a loved one but hasn't told anyone about her yet. They even notice that he smells different at times, has hairbands on his wrist, and is distracted more than usual and maybe even happier. Then they finally put the pieces together and maybe even find evidence that he does have a loved one, Thank you :))

『♡』 masterlist ♡ rules ♡ ask box Warning(s): nothing major, mild language, gn!s/o A/N: soap in this fic reminds me of this scene lmao. also, this is more headcanon/drabbles than a short fic, since those have been easier for me to write lately.

─── simon hated it, being in love with you. there was a point where his hyper-awarness had dwindled, leaving him lovesick and distracted. regardless, he's a solid lieutenant, hard and ruthless whenever necessary, but it's the little things.

♦ his street clothes don't just smell of tobacco and his natural musk. there's something else, too. your scent. the shampoo and fragrances that you use, are unmistakable to his co-workers.

♦ it wasn't until he was sitting still long enough to smell it, that he panicked. he had been nose-blind, too occupied with a busy day to notice it until now. this whole time, those who had stood next to him throughout the day smelled it too, no doubt.

─── but Simon had to stay calm, he told himself. he could do that, couldn't he? he's always stone-faced and stoic. should be a walk in the park... right? if he played his cards right, no one would notice, no one would tease him - no one would find out about you.

♦ well, that sentiment didn't last long at all...

♦ it went exactly how he pictured it. soap running his mouth, being chatty and persistent to get a rise out of him. and it worked.

♦ "if I were a detective, I'd say ya been caught red-handed, L.T." soap sneered, to simon's dismay. he hadn't said a word; all he was doing was sitting off to the side picturing coming home to you.

♦ the lieutenant replied, forcing his usual scowl. "go bother someone else, Sergeant. I've got no time for childish games." though, since meeting you, that expression had been more difficult to fake. perhaps it was how he bounced his knee anxiously, how he had his head back while daydreaming, or how he fiddled with his scarred fingers more than usual. simon had failed at being subtle, once again.

♦ soap wasn't going to give up that easily, naturally. "the crime of love. head over heels for someone, aren't you? fell so hard you knocked some sense into your hard head, didn't ye?"

♦ "watch yourself, johnny."

─── next, it wasn't just subtle clues to the lieutenant's dating status. it was cold, hard evidence. the gravest mistake he ever made; forgetting to take off one of the hair ties you handed him the day before. or, subconsciously, he kept it to keep a piece of you with him.

♦ no matter the root of the problem, he was screwed. he had officially gone soft... a little soft, at least.

♦ "ghost, you have yesterday's reports?" price asked, preoccupied with the mounds of work on his desk. simon nodded and reached into the bin on the top shelf, his hoodie sleeve rolling down his arm when he did so.

♦ in truth, price could care less about the dating status of his soldiers. all he cared about was that they were punctual and focused - but something about ghost having someone at home, it amused him.

♦ gaz, silently observed from afar, like always. he never spoke, unless spoken to. he was more shocked than anything. simon was never the type in his mind, let alone to be distracted and leave traces of the unknown lover. but, nonetheless, gaz didn't want to lose an eye, so he decided it best to keep his mouth shut.

♦ surprise, surprise.

♦ soap said something again. "hm, i knew it, L.T. you got the hots for someone at home, got it bad, heh." the iciest glare he'd ever received from ghost, was all he got in return. simon yanked his hoodie sleeve back down as if that was going to clear the memory of his vulnerability.

─── "be careful, sergeant, or you'll be lying in the med bay."

[restinslices]

Could you possibly do a scenario where the reader goes to Johnny and asks him for romantic advice because she has a crush on Kitana or Mileena? “Man I’m desperate, I had no idea who else to ask.” Type of scenario.

This kinda short. It only has 1101 words and idk if I fully like this but fuck it, we ball. Idk why I’m so bad at fluff😭

Content Warning: Johnny

The word “crush” was typically used by children. Almost everyone has had a crush in their younger years. Someone in their class, or a random person in a hall, or someone in a higher grade level. Even celebrity crushes are usually talked about by younger people. Because of this, people tended to foolishly think that having a crush would no longer be a thing when they got older.

You were one of those people. Unfortunately, you found out that that way of thinking was false.

You hoped it was simply attraction when it came to Kitana, but the more time you spent together, the more you realized it went beyond that. Everything about her was perfect. Her hair, her smile, the way she’d scoff when hearing something stupid, her need to protect her family and defend the innocent. That was just a small list of what made Kitana amazing. 

You groaned and put your head in your hands. You were so pathetically in love with her and had no idea if she’d ever feel the same way about you.

”I’m almost done with the story. Relax” Johnny elbowed your arm and smiled at you. For weeks you debated on whether or not you should ask someone for advice. It couldn’t be Liu Kang, because that felt like asking a parent. Kung Lao and Raiden were busy training new recruits, so you didn’t wanna bother them. Any other allies like Syzoth, Ashrah, Kuai Liang and Tomas were busy with other things. Bi-Han… well… you couldn’t ask him for obvious reasons. You probably wouldn't have even if he hadn’t betrayed everyone. 

That left you with one other option that was in Earthrealm. Johnny Cage.

Pros? Johnny had plenty of experience with romance, so he had to have some sort of advice.

Cons? Johnny is Johnny. Johnny tends to blab about his movies, like he was doing now. To be fair to him though, you hadn’t worked up the courage to admit you wanted his help. It just seemed strange to have to ask for help with a crush as an adult. 

You lifted your head and looked at him. You don't know what he saw on the other side of his shades -or why he was wearing shades indoors- but it must've tipped him off that something was wrong. 

“I have a feeling you're not worried about whether or not the movie had a happy ending”. You rolled your eyes at his joke. You hadn't even been listening the whole time he was talking. 

“Absolutely not”. Johnny leaned back against the couch and sucked his teeth. 

“You sure?”

“Positive” He booed at you, which made you swat his arm. “I got serious shit I need help with”. He looked at you as if saying “go on”. So you did before you'd say nevermind and run out of there. You let it all spill out. How much you liked Kitana, how you had no idea how to make a move on her and other pathetic sounding things that came out before you could stop it. When you finished, Johnny sighed and took off his shades. 

“And of course you came to me for help” he said with pride. “I am a love expert”

“Please!” You scoffed. “I just had no one else to go to. You're a last resort Cage-”. He put his finger against your lips to shush you. 

“Shhh… it's okay. I'd ask myself for advice too if I were you- hey!” he pulled his finger back when you tried to bite him. “No biting the love expert”. 

“Already regretting this” you mumbled. Johnny either didn't hear or didn't care. You had your bets on the latter. 

“So you want Kitana? Now that's a woman! You're gonna have to be real smooth to earn her heart”. Those weren't really helpful words but you kept listening anyway. “Kitana seems like she'd love confidence. You can't be all small and scared. You gotta walk with confidence”. He pulled you up to your feet after he stood up. “Puff your chest out”. 

“What?”. Johnny moved to your side and pushed on your back, making you slightly arch and your chest raise. “This feels ridiculous”. Johnny shook his head. 

“Women love confidence. Kitana loves confidence. This gives the image of confidence. Now walk with confidence”. 

Walk with confidence?

You started to walk how you usually did but Johnny stopped you immediately. “No! Walk with confidence!”

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“You gotta walk with long strides but a little slow. Like a model”

“You want me to walk slow?” You looked him up and down with distrust. “Why?”. 

“It'll give her more time to look at you”. You felt stupid, but you did it again and again until Johnny was satisfied. It felt more like bootcamp than love help. 

“Now here comes the confession part. The trick…” you leaned in in anticipation. “Don't”. 

“Wha-”

“No questions without a raised hand”

“I'm gonna raise my hand and beat you with it”

“And I will prosecute you to the highest extent of the law”

“AnD i WiLl-”

“Do you want Kitana or not?”

“Of course I do!”. Johnny put his finger to his lip in a shushing motion. You sucked up your pride and stopped talking. 

“Now, you don't wanna confess. None of that 'oh I love everything about you. I think you're so beautiful and intelligent’ nonsense. You approach her-”. Johnny put back on his shades, put his hands on his hips and got uncomfortably close. “Listen babe, you and I… we could be something. You're diggin’ me and I'm diggin’ you. This Saturday we got a date”. 

“Shouldn't I ask instead of telling her to go on a date with me?”. Johnny shook his head at you. 

“You do that and you don't seem confident! Remember confidence is the key!”. 

This made no sense. So let's recap. Johnny wanted you to puff your chest like a peacock, walk like a model and tell Kitana that you two were going on a date instead of asking? 

Maybe you should've just googled this. 

“Um, okay… great talk Johnny” you patted his shoulder then walked towards the door before he could protest. “Great talk. Brilliant talk. Enjoyed it. I'll remember it!”. You closed the door behind you and sped walked to your car, leaving Johnny alone in his house. 

Once you got in your car, you sighed. Well… that was something that happened. You pulled out your phone and went to the voice notes app. 

“Note to self. Never ever ask Johnny Cage for love advice again”. 

[vainvenus]

⌲;꒰ Groovy! ꒱

Pairing :: Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

Synopsis :: Johnny starts to crush on Dally's new friend who's a little bit different from everyone else.

Includings :: Hippie!reader, mutual pinning, readers love languages is personal touch, wingman!Dally, panicking!Johnny, this is kinda short, fluff

An - I'm just trying to drop/finish my drafts even though i think this fandom is practically dead...send outsiders requests if you'd like though!

"I still don't get all that peace and love crap, it's not gonna solve anything." Dally scoffed as he walked beside the you and you shrugged your shoulders.

"You don't have to understand me. If you think fighting will solve everything I'll let you think that." You shrugged and Dally rolled his eyes slightly before his brows raised a little bit and he waved his hand up at a figure who was a few feet away.

"Johnny! That you, man?" He called out and the black hair boy froze like he was caught doing something illegal until he saw a familiar face and he eased up.

He walked over, looking over to the you. He took quick notice of your wardrobe, upi didn't look like too much like a Soc and you definitely couldn't of been a greaser.

You wore a white shirt that seemed a few sizes to big and bell bottom jeans that had multiple patches of different patterns along them and tan sandals. You had multiple necklaces on and a mute orange bandana.

You smiled softly at him and waved your fingers at him which made him stomach flutter a little bit.

"Aww, so you weren't lyin'! You do have friends~!" Yoi giggled, hitting the boy softly on the shoulder and the brunette rolled his eyes with a small snarl.

"Haha, so funny. Johnny, flower power. Flower power, Johnny."

"Flower power?" Johnny repeated as he shook your hand and you let out a short giggle which made his stomach flutter all over again.

"Not my real name of course, it's a nickname. My real name is [Y/n] but you can call me whatever ya' like."

"Ohh." Johnny nodded along, noticing how you still hadn't let go of his hand. Yours were warm and felt comfort at touch. "I...uh..I like your pants."

You beamed, letting go and shaking your leg a little. "Really? Dally thinks they look like an art project gone wrong."

"Because they do." Dally muttered and you rolled your eyes.

"I think they're far out, you're such a downer Dally! Hah! Downer Dally!" You laughed and Dally had let out a sarcastic chuckle with another eye roll. "Ahah. Almost busted a lung there."

"See? A downer. Johnny-man thought it was funny." You turned back to Johnny, messing with one of the loose patches on your jeans. "I could make ya' a pair- actually they probably wouldn't be your sty-"

"I'd like that!" Johnny piped up before you could shut the idea down and your eyes widened in surprised, you smiled at him. "Really?"

He nodded, smiling growing along with yours. "Groovy! I'll get onto it as fast as I can."

"Groovy?" Johnny repeated, tilting his head a little bit and you nodded. "Groovy, it's kinda like when y'all say tuff. It's just a good thing."

"Oh, groovy." Johnny said and you had giggled, patting his shoulder.

"You make it sound so weird like it's a different language or something. It's kinda cute." Johnny only smiled, trying to ignore the fact that you had called him cute.

Dally looked between the two of you, narrowing his eyes a little bit before a small smirk itched onto the end of his lips.

"Johnny, you wanna tag along with us? We were just about to head and see that new movie that just came out."

"You should, if you don't mind horror movies." You added and Johnny pressed his lips together in a small yet strained smile.

"Naw, I don't mind."

★

"I could have paid for y'all, you know. We didn't have to break in." You sighed and Dally chuckled.

"Now where's the fun in that?" He hummed as they all took their seats, a little bit away from the front.

"What kind of horror movie is it again?" Johnny asked and Dally shrugged his shoulders. He never really came to pay attention to the movies, he came to be a bother to those who were trying to.

"Some sort of slasher. Shouldn't be too frightening if you're scared."

"I'm not scared!" Johnny squeaked and you had giggled, leaning back in the chair.

"It's alright if you are. I wouldn't judge. You can even hold my hand if you want." You offered as the movie had and started. Johnny pursed his lips before he took your hand in his.

"I'm just holding yer' hand in case you get scared." He established and you had nodded, entwining your fingers with his their hands were basically locked together.

He smiled at that as he tried to focus on one thing.

Not looking like a scaredy cat.

But the movie was barley ten minutes in before Johnny had jumped back in his seat from the killer jumping out of nowhere, his scream muffled in the collar of his jean jacket.

He glanced over at you as he felt you squeeze his hand comfortingly. "Sorry.." He mumbled, his sunkissed skin growing warm from embarrassment.

"Don't apologize. You don't have to act all tough for me, Johnny. It's a horror movie for a reason." You reassured with a small smile as you moved closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Next time we can see something a little more relaxing."

"Next time?" He repeated like it was a foreign statement.

You nodded excitedly. "Yeah, next time! Do ya' not wanna see me again or something?"

"No!" Johnny quickly said. "I'd.. I'd love to see a movie with you again."

"Groovy."

[kumquats-are-gay]

I require johnny fluff! (This is a stick up🔫) maybe with a reader who's sick/tired/injured etc

OH SHIT- ✋😨🤚

But YAYAYAY!! Tysm for giving me something! I wasn't super hopeful that I'd actually receive anything, but this and the other prompt I got have made me so happy :'] thank you thank you!!!

I planned on writing these as short little blurbs but ofc I went and got carried away. AGAIN. Go figure, lol. Anyway, I hope you like it! :D

(THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE IDEA BTW)

Johnny Cage x Reader (SFW)

Tags: no use of Y/N, gn!reader, sick!reader, sick fic, flirting, established relationship, directly pasted from Google Docs (forgive weird formatting), Johnny takes great care of you <3

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51606256

You had been out with Johnny on a date, enjoying each other’s company as the two of you walked hand-in-hand down the pavement. Everything was perfectly fine when you guys had first left: the crisp autumn air was refreshing, and little made you happier than getting to spend time with your partner. However, whatever it was you had come down with hadn’t taken long to make itself known. About half an hour into your outing, you began to feel a little clammy. At first, you had just chalked it up to the cool weather giving you the chills, but the vertigo that checked in shortly thereafter quickly changed your mind. Like hell you were going to say anything about it, though; you didn’t want Johnny to worry. So, you bit your lip and got a grip, hoping to bear through it…until you couldn’t anymore. Mumbling a weary, “I think…I’m going to pass out,” you immediately collapsed. Johnny’s reflexes were sharp, thankfully; he reached out and grabbed you before you could hit the ground.

Johnny carries you back to the car, drives home, then carries you inside the house. All the while he’s transporting you to bed, you have your face buried in his chest, weakly groaning.

He helps you remove your damp clothes before he slips a soft t-shirt over your head, which is followed by a pair of pajama bottoms being gently pulled up your legs. You’re barely able to stand, so he lays you down in the bed, literally tucking you in as he pushes the sheets in around your body. Apparently, you had made this process rather difficult; you kept feebly tugging at his arm and whining for him “not to go”. He had to continuously reassure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Nooo,” you had whined, “don’ leave the bed.”

He rolls his eyes affectionately and continues fussing over you, constantly touching your forehead and repositioning the blankets. You whine again as Johnny moves away, and he’s trying very hard not to give into your pleas; he needs to go get some things so that he can properly take care of you, damn it!

You just keep making those adorable little whimpering noises, though, seemingly having given up on words, and he can’t help but pivot his head to look at you. He sees you reaching out with pitiful grabby-hands, pouting adorably, and—oh, fuck it.

Johnny relents, already making his way back to you as he asks, “What about the things you’re gonna need? Water? Advil?”

You wrap your arms and legs around him like an octopus the moment he settles in next to you. “Don’eed that; jus’ need you,” you grumble against his neck. Johnny huffs in amusement, but underneath the surface, his heart is swelling with affection. When he feels you shiver against him, he knows he won’t get anywhere if he tries to get up to grab another blanket for you. Instead, he just holds you closer and pulls the duvet further up. He runs his hands through your sweaty hair, unbothered.

“Alright, honey, try to get some rest now, alright?” he says and kisses your forehead. You don’t need to be told twice; within minutes, you’re out like a light. A smile tugs at the corner of Johnny’s mouth while he gazes down at you. It truly didn’t matter whether you were all dressed up and confidently strutting about, or if you were sweating bullets through a baggy t-shirt and whining for him to hold you—Johnny always saw you as nothing short of amazing, and he’d take care of you for as long as you needed, any time you needed.

~~~

Barely a week had passed since you had first fallen ill. You had nearly made a full recovery by this point and you were feeling like a brand new person. It was in no small thanks to your boyfriend, Johnny, who tended to you every step of the way. Nothing was too big of an ask for him, though you tried not to be a bother if you could help it. He insisted that you weren’t, though, which made you feel a bit better about it.

The only times he left your side were when you really needed something. Otherwise, he was just as glued to you as you were to him, calling into work and everything to ensure that he could be there for you around the clock.

You sighed and smiled at his sleeping figure—his hair was sticking out this way and that, and the bedhead alone was enough to make you giggle. This slightly roused him from his sleep, causing him to mumble something incoherent as he pulled you against him. Your smile only grew; he was so goddamn cute. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you whispered.

Johnny shakes his head and mumbles, “Nah, you’re good.” He pulls you even closer and releases a long, tired exhale. Unable to help yourself, you reach out to scratch at his scalp which elicits a pleased hum from your boyfriend. “Y’know, I think I might be getting sick,” he suddenly claims. You frown and immediately move the hand in his hair to his forehead, which causes him to grouse in disappointment. Your brow furrowed in confusion; he was slightly warmer than usual, but you wouldn’t call it a fever.

“Are you sure?” you ask, looking at him quizzically. He lazily grabs your hand and drags it back to his scalp. You take the hint and continue the task of brushing your fingers soothingly through his sandy locks.

Johnny practically purred at the sensation. The pleasurable feeling of your nails lightly dragging across his skull caused him to slur his words a bit. “Hmm, yeah,” he spoke through the haze, “real sick, but I heard a kiss c’n make you feel a lot better…”

Understanding his game now, you asked him in a tone dripping with suspicion, “Oh, really? That so?” Johnny just answered with an unconvincing ‘mmmmm-hm’ as he continued to revel in your touch. “Alright,” you acquiesced, and pressed your lips to his forehead. “Feel any better?”

“Hmm, I think I need another one for the effects to kick in,” he idly insisted. You could hear the smile in his voice, though, a clear indication that he was obviously bullshitting. You continued to entertain him anyway by giving him another kiss, this time on his cheek.

“How about now?” you pressed, though you already knew the answer.

“One more should do the trick,” he lilted, the cheeky bastard. You outright laughed this time before moving in for the final kiss. Johnny lifted his head at the last moment, surprising you a bit as he captured your mouth with his own this time. The two of you became entangled in an impromptu makeout session as you lost yourselves to each other. That is until Johnny suddenly pushed you away so he could cough into his elbow. He sounded like he was hacking up a lung. The heat that was beginning to gather in your body immediately fizzled out as worry swiftly took its place.

“Hey, are you alright?” you asked with genuine concern. He held up his index finger as if to say ‘one moment’ while he finished his coughing fit. At the end, he took a deep breath and pressed his palm to his forehead as his face twisted into a grimace.

“Ah, fuck…” Johnny sighed before he flopped back onto the mattress. “Okay, nevermind—I think I might actually be sick.”

You shook your head fondly. “Well, it’s a good thing you have me then, huh?”

Johnny smiles up at you in earnest and reaches for the hand that had long since stopped its ministrations, but he just holds it in his own this time. “I couldn’t be luckier.”

[random-thot-generator]

Dirty Little Secret + Pt. 6

JOHNNY 'SOAP' MACTAVISH x FEM READER

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Summary: Fed up when the hot water goes out and short on funds to get it fixed, you suggest Aunt Rue offer something else as payment for the repairs.

Warnings/Tags: Profanity, Suggestive sexual language, Bartering with sex, Meant as a joke, Taken seriously, Sexual overtures, Spicy situation, Johnny's Mr Fix-It, Reader owes him one, No use of Y/N

(Notes: This ran a little longer than the other chapters. What can I say? I love writing naughty Johnny. Startin' to get spicy! yay!)

Word Count: 3.1K

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You were just a few minutes into your morning shower, working your shampoo into a thick lather, when the water seemed to drop in temperature. You had just enough time to pause and register the change right before it turned ice-cold.

Your screech brought Aunt Rue running, bursting through the bathroom door, hand clutched to her chest and eyes wide. "Christ on the cross, lass! What's wrong?!"

You stood outside the shower, shivering and dripping soap, an angry scowl on your face. "The bloody hot water went out again."

Rue sighed, both in relief and exasperation. "Bloody hell." She eyed the lather still in your hair and waved you forward. "C'mon, love. Let's get that shampoo outta your hair. Ya'll be diggin' at your head like a dog with fleas if we don't."

Throwing your bathrobe on, you followed your aunt downstairs, watching her fill a pot with water, adding the last of the hot water from the kettle to temper it.

"Hang your head over the sink, lass," she instructed.

You squeezed your eyes shut, letting your aunt slowly pour the pot of tepid water over your head, turning it this way and that to get as thorough a rinse as possible. It wasn't perfect, but it would do. Grabbing the towel draped over your shoulders, you wrapped it in a loose turban around your head and straightened.

"We've got to get that bloody water heater fixed," you grumbled.

Rue clanged the pot down beside the sink, waving a hand in the air. "Add it t'the list," she groused back, clearly fed up. Slumping into her chair at the kitchen table, she dropped her chin, hand coming up to rub at her forehead. "Just one more bloody repair we don't have the quid t'fix."

You could understand her frustration. Since COVID, every spare pound she made had gone back into the bakery to keep it open and running, the house repairs taking a backseat. In the meantime, the cottage had continued to fall into disrepair, now to the point that there was more wrong with it than right.

Something had to give.

"Isn't there at least one handyman in that man harem of yours? Surely one of them would be willing to help out. You know, give a little to get a little?" you snarked, sounding meaner than you meant to.

Rue scoffed and shot you a bemused look. "I don't have a bloody harem, lass. Just because I still remember how to use what's between my legs, unlike some people, it doesn't mean I use it on every bloke in the village. Doesn't mean I use it to curry favors, either."

You made an apologetic face, sitting down across from her. "Sorry," you murmured, taking her hand. "I didn't mean for it to sound so catty. I just wish there was someone we knew who could fix things around here without charging us an arm and a leg for it. At this point, I'd be willing to give a little just to get that hot water heater fixed. I can live without a lot of things, but a hot shower isn't one of them."

Rue sniffed a laugh, then sighed. Her expression became thoughtful as she racked her brain for a solution. When something finally occurred to her, she quirked a brow at you. "Ya know, there might be someone I know..." A wry smirk appeared as she shrugged. "Though I doubt he'd be interested in bartering for what I could offer."

You gave her a sly little grin, patting her hand. "Don't sell yourself short, Aunt Rue. Those milkshakes still bring all the lads to your yard," you teased, shimmying your shoulders at her. You giggled as you stood, leaning down to peck her cheek. "Goin' t'go get ready for work. Be back in a few minutes."

Rue's smirk turned wicked as she watched you head back upstairs. "Not my milkshakes I'll be offerin', lass," she muttered to herself.

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The sound of an electric saw shrieking outside the cottage early the following morning had you bolting up out of bed, wild-eyed, heart thrashing in your chest. "The bloody hell?!" you gasped, stumbling towards the window.

You peeked through the curtains, eyes darting back and forth to see who was making all the racket. Though you could see orange power cords snaking away from the house, sawhorses set up, boards laid across them, whoever was out there working wasn't in sight. Feeling an inkling of excitement, you hurried down the stairs, bare feet thumping on the risers.

You found Aunt Rue standing in the kitchen making breakfast sandwiches, scrambled eggs and sausages on toast. Plucking up a sausage, you took a bite, leaning against the counter, an eager little smile on your face.

"So, you found someone to do the repairs, then?" you asked, keen to know how she'd pulled it off.

She hummed in the affirmative, brows arching. "Yeah." She side-eyed you with a cheeky little smirk. "He was quite amenable to that 'bartering system' you suggested."

You nearly choked on your sausage, coughing out a laugh. "You're serious? He's working for—" You lowered your voice, eyes darting to the window. "He agreed to do the work for sex?" you whispered, giggling.

Rue hummed again, an enigmatic little smile quirking up the corners of her mouth. "That was the deal." She slanted a look your way. "What was it ya said again? 'Give a little to get a little'? Got me thinkin', so I gave him a ring. Once I explained the situation an' offered him the deal, he agreed to it. Wholeheartedly, I might add."

Your grin was sly as you nudged her shoulder with yours. "Aunt Rue, you little minx."

She shook her head, finishing the sandwiches and putting them on a plate. "I can't take credit for this, lass. It was your idea, after all."

She made a mug of black coffee, adding sugar to it before giving it a stir, that little smirk still on her face. "Mind takin' this out to him while I go shower?"

Your brows shot up. "Wait! The hot water's fixed?"

Her smirk turned into a full-on grin. "It is. That was the first thing he fixed when he got here. You did say that's what you wanted fixed, yeah?"

You huffed out a surprised laugh. "Well, yeah. I just didn't expect it to be done so fast." You peered through the window, beyond curious to know who this mystery handyman was. Must be a randy bloke, to be sure. "Who is he? Have I met him before?"

Rue sniffed in amusement. "Ya have. Now, hurry an' take that out to him before it gets cold. Lad's been workin' since the crack o' dawn, bless him. Reckon he's eager to earn his pay."

You snorted an amused little laugh, shaking your head as you left the kitchen. Heading towards the back patio door, you schooled your face into a pleasant smile. No need to make things awkward by acting like a silly schoolgirl in front of the bloke, right? You'd pretend like you had no knowledge of the circumstances; that would be the adult thing to do.

But then your steps faltered when you saw an all too familiar black truck parked next to Rue's MG by the work shed. "No fuckin' way," you whispered, your smile dissolving. "No no no! Rue, what the hell have you done?" you muttered, steps quickening as you rushed outside.

Your eyes found Johnny standing at the sawhorses, his naked back to you as he measured a plank of wood. His faded jeans hung low on his hips, the heavy tool belt he wore dragging them down far enough to expose the twin dimples on his lower back, just above the teasing swell of his bum. Sweat sheened his upper torso, the skin gleaming across the bunched muscles of his neck and shoulders, beads of sweat glinting down the shallow valley of his spine.

Bloody hell, you thought, biting your bottom lip. "Johnny?"

He turned, eyes lighting up when he saw you. Tossing down his tape measure, he walked towards you, bare chest now on full display. The dark hair dusting his big pecs had bits of saw dust trapped in it. Your eyes followed the happy trail of dark hair down to the waist of his jeans, a rogue memory of what he looked like below his belt, what it felt like to have him brushing against your belly sending a flush of heat racing to both your cheeks and your core.

"Hey, bonnie. Tha' fer me?" he asked, nodding at the mug and plate you had forgotten you were still holding.

"What?" you asked, dazed, then blinked at him. "Oh, uh, yeah. Aunt Rue made it for you," you mumbled, holding it out to him, feeling flustered and overheated.

He grinned and took the plate and mug from your hands, tossing his chin towards his truck. "Come sit with me."

You trailed after him to his truck, perching on the lowered tailgate after he took a seat himself. You had the worst urge to brush away the saw dust caught on his chest, so knotted your fingers together in your lap.

"Aunt Rue said you've been here since dawn?"

He nodded, taking a huge bite out of one of the sandwiches, chewing with obvious relish. "Hm," he replied, chewing with gusto. Taking a sip of his coffee to wash it down, he wiped the back of his wrist over his mouth, shooting you a mischievous look. "Aye. Wanted t'get tha' water heater workin' first. Rue said ye were desperate fer a hot shower."

You didn't miss the way his eyes slid down your body as he said this. Suddenly aware that you were still dressed in nothing but your thin sleep tee and shorts, you crossed your arms over your chest. You hadn't even bothered putting on a bloody bra. Your face burned hot when you felt your nipples tighten.

"Um... yeah. Thanks for fixing it." Christ, you couldn't even look him in the eye. "I, uh, wanted to talk to you about what you and Aunt Rue agreed on. For— p-payment."

He arched up a brow as he took another bite of his sandwich. "Hm?" he hummed in query.

Clearing your throat, you tilted your chin up, narrowing your eyes slightly as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. "Just what did she offer you in payment?"

He took another drink of his coffee, smirking, shooting a wink at you over the rim. He swallowed then ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "She dinnae offer me anythin'. She did tell me what you had offered, though." His smirk turned lewd.

"And what did she say I offered?" you rasped out, voice strained and hoarse. Your mouth had suddenly gone as dry as a desert.

He sniffed out a quiet laugh, leaning into you to whisper, "She said ya tol' her ya'd be willin' t'give me a little somethin' to get the hot water fixed." His hand came up to graze a finger down your bare arm, his eyes fixated on the gooseflesh that erupted in its wake. "Couldnae say no t'an offer like tha'," he husked out, voice low and loaded with innuendo.

You squirmed, huffing in irritation, trying to ignore the way your thighs clenched together. "So, you agreed to do all the repairs for what? Sex?"

He smirked. "Done worse fer less, bonnie. Ya shouldnae be so surprised. A deal like tha' 's hard t'turn down." He gave you a dirty, teasing grin. "She said ye were the one t'suggest it. Is tha' true?"

"W-Well, no... I mean, I did suggest it, but it was just a joke. I was talking about her, not me." Your eyes flickered over him. "And I had no idea she was going to ask you to do the repairs. I figured she'd get one of her blokes to do the work."

Johnny shook his head, pushing the plate and mug aside to slide closer to you. "She tol' me ye said ye'd be willin' to give a little t'get yer hot water fixed. Did ye say tha' or no', bonnie?"

You swallowed thickly, eyes locked on the scar on his scruffy chin. "I-I did," you admitted, voice quavering and breathy.

He hummed lowly, leaning in to whisper at your ear, "Job's done, hen. When can I collect my payment?"

Your lashes fluttered as your insides clenched, belly dropping with arousal. "But the job's not fuh-finished yet. You're still working."

He sniffed out another laugh, his hand landing on your knee, sliding it up to mid-thigh. "Tha's no' the deal, bonnie. I mean t'get paid fer each repair I finish." He tilted his head to graze his nose at your ear. "I drive a hard bargain, lass."

Your thighs squeezed together again of their own volition, trapping his fingers between them. "I n-never agreed to that," you whispered softly.

"No?" he queried, matching your tone. He nuzzled his nose into the spot behind your ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin and making your shiver. "Tha's too bad."

Suddenly he was on his feet, brushing the saw dust from his chest. He pulled the T-shirt he had tucked into his tool belt out and pulled it over his head, pushing his arms through the short sleeves.

You blinked, gawking at him, still reeling from the sudden loss of his proximity. "Wuh-What are you doing?"

He unbuckled his tool belt and laid it on the tailgate beside you. Tilting his head, he smirked at you. "Well, I'll no' be workin' fer free, lass." He stepped up to you, planting his palms on either side of your hips. "I still expect ye t'pay up fer the water heater, though," he purred before stealing a quick kiss. He chuckled at your flummoxed expression and gave a playful smack to your thigh. "Up ye go, now, bonnie. Got t'get the truck loaded. Need to return all these tools I borrowed."

When you just sat there, gobsmacked, he shook his head, grinning, then shoved his hands under your arms and lifted you off of the tailgate. He stood you back on your feet with a peck to your nose before slamming the tailgate shut. He then turned and walked back to the sawhorses, unplugging the saw and wrapping its cord around it.

You scampered after him, watching as he set the boards off to the side, before collapsing one of the sawhorses. "You mean you're just going to leave?" you demanded, voice high-pitched and plaintive.

He shrugged, folding up the other sawhorse. He gathered both under one arm and then picked up the saw. "Well, if yer no' goin' t'honor the rest o' the bargain an' ye got no other means o' payment, I'd be a right numpty to keep workin', aye?"

You made a frustrated noise in the back of your throat, stomping up to him as he loaded the sawhorses into the back of his truck. "I never said I wouldn't honor the bargain, but—" You floundered for a moment. "It's— it's not fair to expect me to pay up for something I didn't agree to."

He leaned against the side of his truck, crossing his arms. Giving you a considering look, he sighed. "Tha's a fair point," he finally conceded. "Ye only made the offer fer the water heater. As fer the rest o' the work..." He shrugged. "If ye decide ye want t'renegotiate the terms, I'll be willin' to entertain yer offer."

"Entertain my offer?" You huffed, insulted that he would suggest he would have to think about it before agreeing. You tilted your chin up in defiance, glaring at him. "If my terms don't suit you, I'm sure some other bloke in the village will be more than happy to 'entertain' my offer," you snipped out, then spun on your heel to stomp away.

You only made it a few steps before his hands were on your arms, tugging you back against his chest with a grunt. "Careful, bonnie," he husked at your ear. "Ye dinnae want t'test me like tha'." He pressed his mouth against your ear. "I'm jus' as jealous o' you as ye are o' me."

You should have been offended, but damn, if his words didn't turn you on in the worst way. Still, you couldn't stop yourself from egging him on. "Huh. Think you own me, Johnny?"

He breathed a husky laugh. "I dinnae own ye, bonnie," he whispered, low and dark, "but yer mine, all the same." He dragged his nose up the column of your neck. "Jus' like I'm yers. Ya ken?"

You literally shuddered in his grasp, knees going a little wobbly. "Johnny..."

"Give me what I want, bonnie. 'S no' like ye dinnae ken what ye'll be gettin' in return, aye?" He pressed up against you and rutted his hips, letting you feel how hard he was. "I'll make ye feel so good, sweetheart. I promise."

The back patio door opened, Aunt Rue stepping out. Johnny's grip on your arms loosened, his hands sliding away as he took a step back. You had to lock your knees to keep your balance, swaying until you felt Johnny's hand at the small of your back to steady you.

"Packin' it in for the day, lad?" Rue asked, coming out to join the two of you.

Johnny smirked, casting a sly look your way. "Tha's up to her," he replied, nodding at you. "So, wha's it goin' t'be, bonnie?"

You drew in a shaky breath, trying your best not to look as wrecked as you felt. You could feel Aunt Rue's eyes boring into you, watching you like a hawk. Crossing your arms over your chest, you pursed your lips, eyeing Johnny up and down. "Finish your breakfast then get back to work."

The look he gave you had you soaking your knickers.

"Aye, bonnie. Yer the boss."

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part 5 part 7

[pippin-katz]

Like A Love Song

Pairing: M/M | Crossover Ship - Marco Peña/Johnnie Blackwell Media: The Kissing Booth 2 (2020), High Strung (2016) Rating: T (for language) Word Count: 2,098

Marco is having a shitty day and goes to the park with his guitar to relax, but ends up having an interesting interaction with the attractive violinist who plays at the same spot.

A/N: I literally wrote this in a fit of inspiration and need for a romcom short story, but it came out pretty nice, so I thought I'd share here! Enjoy!

As the subway slowed to a stop, Marco lifted his wrist up to read his watch. He read 1:26 and heaved out a heavy sigh as he stepped off the subway car onto the platform. His guitar bounced against his back as he made his way up the stairs. The breeze greeted him by playing with the dark curls resting on his forehead, but the sun was nowhere to be found. It seems that it was aware of Marco’s melancholy mood and opted to spend the day behind the clouds in solidarity.

His day had been unpleasant since he woke up twenty minutes late that morning. In his haste to catch the bus to campus and make it to class on time, he hadn’t been able to brew himself a cup of coffee and forgot to put his laptop back into his bag after studying the night before. He ended up being forced to take notes by hand, leaving it cramping and sore afterwards, as well as giving him a wicked headache. Such pain had been a hindrance to practicing for his thesis performance in the following class.

Music and migraines don’t mix well. After only an hour, his professor had noticed his lack of progress and given him a pitying look. Marco couldn’t remember the last time he felt so embarrassed as they suggested he take the rest of the day off.

He had taken the advice, intending to purchase lunch from his favorite food court restaurant, only to discover that it was closed for some reason. He’d settled for a lackluster protein bar from the vending machine.

That’s what led up to where he was now, begrudgingly exiting the subway station. As silly as it was, all the obstacles and inconveniences caused a lump to form in his throat and heat to prickle behind his eyes. Marco was disappointed, exhausted, and hungry, and all he wanted to do was relax, even if it was only for a few hours.

Despite the lack of sun, it was pleasant outside. The subway station he’d gotten off at was next to a park that he often visited when he needed fresh air. Sometimes he brought his guitar with him and played whatever he wanted, not caring about anything, and letting the music take him wherever it led. If he was lucky, occasionally someone would drop some change or bills into his open guitar case. He didn’t play for tips but being a college student with a major in music, he never turned them down. Overall, it was an enjoyable experience.

There was only one problem: Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy.

He was exactly what he sounded like. He was tall and pale, with dark hair that swooped down to fall just barely over his eyes. His lips were full and looked absurdly soft. He always wore casual alternative clothing that was typically topped off with the leather jacket his nickname implied. The final piece was, of course, the aforementioned violin. It was a dark brown that looked nearly black, and though Marco was certainly no violin expert, he could tell it was one of high quality; it was definitely not bought from an everyday music store. He was good, really good. The sound that came from it was richer than any other he’d heard. Every note seemed to sing with emotion.

Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy was stunning, incredibly skilled, and Marco fucking hated him. Well… sort of.

There was no logical reason for it. Despite making eye contact a few times, they’d never spoken to each other. It wasn’t as though Violin Guy had done anything to warrant his hatred. All he did was stand in the same spot every day, look unfairly beautiful, and play the violin. Maybe that was all he needed to do for Marco to dislike him; maybe if he stopped and thought about it for a few minutes, he’d be able to chalk it up to projecting his own insecurities onto the handsome stranger.

However, on this particularly shitty day, he couldn’t care less. Marco was not someone who asked for much. He didn’t find himself asking some divine power for favors regularly, but today all he wanted was for Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy to not be at the park.

Luck was not on his side, as should have been evident to him from the events of the day leading up into this moment. Marco trudged along the sidewalk to his favorite spot in the park; it was a coincidence that it was the same place Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy played. There was a small fountain with tables around it. The concrete turned into pretty tiles, making it look like a little plaza. It was by far the best part of the park in his opinion, and he wasn’t going to let some brooding violinist with a pretty face ruin that for him.

That was his thought process as he approached the fountain. The soft sound of running water was accompanied by the telltale notes of the violin, allowing him to hear the other man’s presence before he could see him. Marco rounded the fountain and was greeted with the visual of the violinist; he pointedly refused to acknowledge if his heart sped up.

As usual, Violin Guy was wearing some ripped black jeans, a band t-shirt, and his signature leather jacket. His eyes were closed as he let his bow glide across the strings, and there was a barely noticeable sway in his body as he played.

Marco recognized another musician with true passion for their craft easily, which only made him more annoyed. It was harder to justify his distaste for the guy when he shared a musical soul. He sighed as he shook his head and wandered over to sit under a tree.

Marco’s hands were still a bit sore from class that morning, but it wasn’t unbearable, and he wasn’t planning to play anything difficult. He methodically removed his guitar from his back and set the case down in front of himself. He moved slowly as he unzipped it, retrieving the instrument.

The guitar’s wood was familiar and smooth under his fingertips. Its cool surface was soothing. He plucked a few notes experimentally, adjusting the tightness of the strings to find the perfect pitches. Once everything was properly tuned and prepared, Marco closed his eyes and exhaled.

Stress and anxiety had been clinging to him all day like a soaking wet blanket, weighing him down and sticking to him uncomfortably, but when he focused on the cool breeze on his skin and the sounds of nature around him, it slowly melted away. His fingers moved on their own as he strummed and plucked whatever notes called to him. He let his melancholy mood move his music rather than forced himself to play something more upbeat; fighting negative emotion was a waste of time. The improvised melody reflected his mental state perfectly.

Marco sighed as he paused at the end of a phrase, feeling as blue as the cloudy sky overhead. It really had not been a good day.

That’s when he heard the melody echoing back to him through the voice of the violin a few feet away. Marco looked up from his seat on the grass, eyes landing on the Violin Guy, who was standing a little closer than he had been before.

Instinctively, Marco scowled. What? Did this guy think he was better than him? Was he playing the same tune just to demonstrate how much lovelier it sounded when he played it?

As Violin Guy played, he glanced his way, making deliberate eye contact. Marco felt himself freeze under his gaze, unable to look away as he listened to solemn notes come from the other man’s instrument. He captured the same sadness that Marco had originally played with, but then he added to the tune. When he listened very closely, he could hear an almost questioning tone underlying some of the notes.

The man met his gaze again as he paused, his expression neutral but eyes expectant. Tingles ran up and down his spine; it was a question. Marco looked down at the guitar in his hands. He debated for a moment. For some reason, Violin Guy had noticed his negative mood and chose to approach him, speaking a musical language that only they understood. Marco didn’t know why he was doing this, but he would be lying if he wasn’t curious about the man. This was his opportunity. He poised his fingers to answer.

He licked his lips as he concentrated, plucking out a slightly different melody. His disappointment and exhaustion bled into the music. Marco closed his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows as he felt it all flow through the guitar. When he finished the phrase, he turned his head toward the violinist.

Violin Guy gave him a tiny nod, so small that Marco wasn’t sure if it was a nod at all. Then he raised his bow to the strings once more and spoke back. A series of notes floated through the air. They were soft, maintaining a somewhat melancholy feeling, but there was a twist in them. It was something hopeful and kind that made Marco’s chest expand and his eyes grow hot. Against all odds, his lips quirked up just a little bit as he listened to the sweet sound of the violin.

He met the man’s eyes again, his own widening as he received a small smile in return; he didn’t think he had ever seen Violin Guy smile before. He nodded down to the guitar as he continued to play, the tune becoming more hopeful as he continued. It was an invitation.

Marco felt his throat close up as his cheeks warmed, but despite the nerves, he began to play along. He was hesitant at first, but the two instruments blended beautifully as they performed their impromptu duet. There was so much feeling and personality in each sound, but somehow, they came together in just the right ways to create a masterful melody. Marco’s lips grew into a true smile as the frustrations of the day left his mind. His playing grew livelier, brighter, and by the time they finished their little song, he couldn’t even remember why he was so upset to begin with.  

He beamed at the violinist as he lowered his guitar back into his lap, and the other man looked down bashfully, nervously tapping his thigh with his bow. Then he straightened his posture and stuck his chin out a bit. He made eye contact with Marco and walked directly up to him without pausing.

Marco’s eyes widened as he was offered a hand. Uncertainly, he tried to meet him in a handshake, but the violinist grabbed his wrist instead, making him gasp. He tucked his violin under his arm and fished into the pocket of his leather jacket. Marco found himself unable to speak as he pulled out a pen. He opened it with his teeth and quickly scribbled onto his skin.

When he finished, he released Marco’s hand and cleared his throat. His pale cheeks had grown quite red. He opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind. He closed it, and instead nodded to him before turning to walk away, pretending as though he was unbothered when the opposite was obvious. Marco blinked rapidly, frozen for a moment. His skin still tingled from the other man’s touch. He looked down at the writing, his heart leaping as he recognized a phone number.

There was also a note underneath the digits. His cheeks flushed with heat as he grinned shyly to himself. The man had written: “I hear music when you smile. – Johnnie”

Marco looked up to see the violinist, Johnnie, with his violin packed away and posed to leave. He rubbed the back of his neck, figure tense as he kept glancing between him and the ground. Marco flashed him his most dazzling smile, and the tension in his shoulders disappeared as relief washed over his expression. He raised his hand to give him a small wave as he began to walk away. Marco returned it enthusiastically and watched with his grin still in place as he left.

Once Johnnie was gone, he ghosted his fingertips over the ink on his wrist. He pulled out his phone and created a new contact with the number. Marco inputted his name but tapped to add a note. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he typed: Hot Leather Jacket Violin Guy <3

[obsessedwithyouxx]

Heya there✨ If you're up to it, I'd like to just leave this here: Can you write a little fluff of the gang as kids, perhaps maybe like 6 years prior to the events of the novel?. Maybe adding all their little antics they get up to and making sure they remember to get home in time for supper because Mrs Curtis is making lasagne. Or the gang making sure they include a young Ponyboy in a game. I thought that would be pretty cute and I've been craving fluff lately, and having a look at your writing, I can tell that you'd be perfect to deliver something delish!✨ Good Luck!! -🐦‍⬛

Yessss I actually love this type of fic let’s gooo!!

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG🥲🥲

Enjoy!!

(btw this isn’t reread or edited so there will be typos is js can’t stand reading back on my own writing sorry)

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The ringing school bell was Sodapop’s saviour, as he rushed out the classroom door, finally free from the teacher’s relentless yapping.

He ran down the school hall towards where his best friend, Steve’s classroom was. He’d told Steve he’d wait for him, because his teacher always kept their class back later, and Steve didn’t feel like walking home alone.

“Sodapop, no running in the school halls.”

He groaned, but slowed to a walk as he reached the door. He glanced in the window, searching for where his buddy sat.

From behind, Two-bit crept up on him, swiftly grabbing him and pulling him away from the door. Two-bit was the grade above Soda and Steve, he should probably have been two grades above, but he’d been held back.

Soda groaned as his friend decided to mess up his hair which had been sitting neatly under a baseball cap until then.

“Stop it Two,” Soda half giggled, half groaned.

He struggled in his grip, finally managing to slide away.

The door to Steve’s classroom swung open, and in a flash, Steve was outside. “Hey Soda,”

“Hey Steve-y” Soda singsonged.

“Where’s Johnnyboy?” Asked Two-bit.

Both boys shrugged; Johnny hadn’t mentioned walking home with them. “Let’s go find him then.”

After a few minutes, they found Johnny standing over by his locker, smiling as they came up to him.

“Hey Johnnycakes,” Two-bit smiled,

“Hey Two-bit” Johnny responded.

Two turned around to address Steve and Soda, ask if they wanted to hang around at the lot after school, but they were already gone, halfway down the hall, Soda running, chased by Steve into a flying tackle.

Johnny rolled his eyes, glancing over at Two-bit who was laughing as a teacher tried to break the boys up.

“Sorry miss.” Soda said, looking down at the ground. “We ain’t really fighting.”

He flashed her a charming grin, he may not always be well behaved, but he was well mannered, and knew how to charm his way out of anything.

The teacher gave a short nod, before turning away.

The four of them made their way out of the school grounds, having decided to head to the Curtis’ house for a bit.

Soda swung the door open, and he and his friends tumbled into the house.

“Hey Darry,” Soda smiled. The rest of the group gave their various greetings.

“Hey Soda, hey guys.” Darry said happily, getting up from where he sat on the living room sofa to playfully ruffle his kid-brother’s hair.

“Hi Johnny and Soda and Two-bit and Steve!” Came a smaller voice.

“Hey Pones,” Soda smiled. “Did Dad pick you up from school?”

Ponyboy nodded.

The group sat around the house for a bit, turning on the television. After less than five minutes, the group started to get restless.

Two-bit was making dumb jokes and elbowing the others, Steve was laughing back at him. Johnny was glancing around, like he wanted to stand up. Soda was chasing Pony around the room, for no apparent reason, just to get rid of some of his endless energy.

It ended up being Mrs Curtis who got them all out of this house.

“You boys look bored, don’t you.” She smiled. “Why don’t you all go Outside, come home before dark though.”

The group ran right out the front door.

“Soda,” Steve groaned, “Why’s he coming.”

Steve shot an unhappy look in Ponyboy’s direction. In response, Soda shrugged, he didn’t mind that his kid-brother was there.

Honestly, Soda didn’t think Steve actually hated Pony, he just wanted to look tuff or something.

Finally, they ended up at the lot after roaming around town for a little bit. Darry, who had tagged along regardless of the fact that he was a fair bit older than the others, had found 20c in his pocket, which had resulted in a crowd of young boys filing into a corner store, causing a ruckus, and leaving with a bag of chips and a coke.

A little later, Dallas Winston showed up, cigarette between his lips. As he made his way towards the group, he made his presence known by kicking a pile of scrap metal that someone had left there, the bang echoing through the lot with a bang.

“Hey Dal!” Called out Johnny.

“Hey Johnnycakes.” Dally smiled, grabbing a handful of Johnny’s long hair and ruffling it up.

Johnny laughed, “You’re gonna pay for that man.” And he got to his feet, playfully jumping and tackling Dally to the ground.

“Ahhh, he’s got me, someone save me, I beg of you!” Dally called sarcastically.

Steve gave a laugh, taking a running leap and landing right on top of the two boys.

One by one, the rest of the gang joined the playful rumble, which somehow turned into a game of tag.

Finally, as the boys began to grow tired, they sat back down, around the lot.

“Look at the sunset, Soda.” Pony smiled, shaking his brother, who had been animatedly telling Two-bit something funny that had happened at school that day. Soda turned to face Pony, smiling, and following his kid brothers gaze.

“It’s pretty tuff, right?”

Soda smiled back at Ponyboy. He didn’t share his brothers interest in literature or the world around him, but he did love Pony, so he nodded back happily.

“Mrs Curtis said be home before dark.” Two-bit pointed out.

Darry nodded in agreement. “Well we’d probably best be getting home.”

Ponyboy sighed unhappily. “It’s not even dark yet and it’s not that far of a walk.”

Soda smiled, “Yeah Darry, c’mon.”

Darry knew his mother had put him in charge, he was the oldest after all, but still, he didn’t disagree that it would be fun to stay a little longer.

“Fine.”

That statement was met with happy cheers from the group.

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I honestly would write more and I absolutely love this request, but my creative side is just not doing what I wanted it to at the moment, and I don’t want to keep you waiting any longer!! Hope this is okay😭💪💪💪

also I wasn’t sure what to do about dally, bc I don’t know if he would’ve been in ny or what at that point (if their ten year olds he was in jail buttttttt) so I js chucked him in there n ignored that stuff :D

[yagirlpurplefox12]

Hi :D I love your Johnny Knoxville story. Could you write something about Scrad & Charlie (Men in Black II) Thanks

Imagine: Scrad & Charlie having a mad crush on you, a human...

Men in Black II Scrad and Charlie x Gender Neutral Reader Romance Very short story cuz I remember nothing

Honestly, have not watched Men in Black II in I don't even know how many years so if I get everything wrong, my bad. Though, I do remember when I saw this movie I always looked forward seeing Johnny Knoxville so please enjoy <3....

Running into these two was a chaotic time in your life as you thought the man walking into your shop asking some strange questions was just a handsome homeless man that you seem to get along with very well. You were even ready to slip him your number when this woman, gorgeous confidence and neat wavy black hair, came walking in demanding for his attention. His eyes were very reluctant to turn away from you. There is just something about you that has his alien blood pumping. As he faced the unnamed woman, you could have sworn you saw something trying to peak out of his backpack. Minding your own business, you think nothing of it as you deflate seeing him walk away with her. Just as we was about to leave, you decided why not? If he's not interested, at least you won't be living with yourself regretting that you never tried to see where this could possibly lead. "Wait," you shout for him, having your name written on a ripped piece of paper. You rush around the counter and hand him your number, giving your best smile you could muster at that moment. He pauses, just staring at you. Slowly, he lifts the paper to his face and a huge smile spreads. "See you around," he winks and leaves the store. It wasn't until a couple days later you two go on your first date. And, let's just say Scrad's friend felt left out. After dinner, he was walking you home when Charlie decided to introduce himself. It scared the living shit out of you but you didn't run. In fact, you at first thought it was fake but when you realized it was not, you became fascinated. They both never felt so welcomed nor comfortable before.

The last they ever thought would be you inviting them in your apartment, yet here they are. Drinking vodka and soda with you.

"Scrad, I like this one can we bang-!" Scrad covered Charlie's mouth so fast that you weren't sure it was from what Charlie said or how fast Scrad tried to cover it. "You know, I think I'd like a second date before we even his second base. How about two days from now, six thirty, here so Charlie can join us and we will go from there. I can make us spaghetti and meatballs?"

"Sounds perfect," Scrad grinned, close to you enough for him to put his hand on your lower back. Charlie gave you a big, sloppy kiss as affirmation and to show his excitement for his little, overwhelmed blissful snaky body.

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[knoxvillesjackass]

retaliation

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦; 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ..

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“Are you bored?” Johnny asked. He leaned his muscular arm over my chair and pulled the chair closer to him.

“No, not at all,” I smiled. Johhny turned his head. He saw right through me. He always did.

“You’re lying to me,” Johnny spat.

My breath hitched as I felt his eyes burning into my soul.

“You know I don’t like it when you lie to me, babe.”

Johnny breathed against my neck and placed a small peck on my jawline.

It was Ryan's birthday. Johnny and I had been invited to his house for what I'd expected to be a small get-together with friends, which had instead turned out to be a massive feast.

A big, square table was placed in the middle of the living room. Nearly 60 people were gathered around it, talking and having fun.

Yet, Johnny had seemed to notice my dull mood increasing as the evening had gone by.

“What’s wrong? Tell me,” Johnny asked, almost as an order.

I turned in my chair and faced him. He was, as usual looking gorgeous.

I brushed away a strand of hair from his face.

“It’s just the people, I don’t know anyone here,” I frowned.

Though Johnny and I weren't a new couple — we'd been together for almost five years— I still felt like a complete outsider at social gatherings such as this one.

My social skills were disastrous, not to mention the feeling of regret I felt every time I opened my mouth.

“You’re babbling. You know almost everyone here,” Johnny said.

I huffed and raised my eyebrow.

“No, you know everyone here. I’m just the puppet, that people feel like they have to know to get closer to Mr Knoxville,” I spat irritated, and rolled my eyes.

My exhaustion was getting the best of me.

I could feel Johnny tense up at my minor outburst.

I turned my face away from Johnny and looked straight into the thin air.

Johnny sighed deeply while removing his arm from around my chair.

He took a sip of his beer. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight, but you seriously need to quit it,” Johnny commanded sharply, just loudly enough for me to hear it.

I chuckled at his order. Johnny had always been good at putting me in my place if I were to step out of line. Yet, my temper didn’t always agree with him.

“Alright, I’ll remember that dad,” I grinned sarcastically, not taking his shit for one second. “Look at me,” Johnny ordered. I took a sip of Johnny's beer, snatching it out of his hands, neglecting his command. “Hey! I said look at me,” Johnny spat under his breath, taking his beer back. He grabbed my wrist from under the table to get my attention, but I was quick enough to snatch it out of his grip.

I heard him softly chuckle out of rage. Suddenly, I felt Johnny's long fingers run across my exposed thigh underneath the table. I gasped slightly at Johnny's touch.

“Where did this behaviour come from? Hmm?” Johnny questioned smirking. His voice had softened up a bit, though a tint of anger still hung in his tone. I was too busy focusing on not reacting to Johnny's tight grip on my upper thigh to say anything.

“Mute, are we?” Johnny asked and slid his hand further down my thigh. “Johnny, quit it,” I shrieked quietly and smacked his hand off my thigh. He growled at my rejection of his touch.

“When we get home, I’m going to fuck you so hard, that you’ll wish you never behaved the way you just did,” Johnny whispered.

Oh, the desperation in his voice was almost comedic.

His hand again found its way between my legs, firmly holding onto my inner thigh. His touch sent chills down my spine. Johnny enjoyed the power. He dwelled on it.

He adored seeing me like that. I was fragile in his grip.

My blood rushed to my cheeks as Johnny's fingers slipped under my short dress and pulled my panties to the side.

“Johnny, please," I whimpered pathetically, trying my hardest to not draw any attention to the two of us.

I looked him directly in the eye, surprised to see him acting as if nothing was going on, yet there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

I accidentally let out a loud yelp as Johnny's fingers started rubbing circles on my clit.

“Are you alright?” A guy sitting before me asked. Johnny chuckled slightly at the man’s question.

“Yeah Y/N, are you alright? You look a bit flushed,” Johnny noted as I passed him a peeved look.

“I think I’ve just had a bit too much to drink,” I said politely.

The man nodded and returned to his conversation.

“I’ve had enough of this, I want to leave” I stated and once and for all removed Johnny's hand from my heat.

-

Johnny drove the car back home. It was silent. Once in a while, he passed me a glance, but he knew damn well, that I was too frustrated, sexually, to even think straight.

“I fucking hate you for what you did tonight.” I spat, breaking the silence. The words felt like acid in my mouth.

“Oh, you’ll get over it,” Johnny said, his eyes focused on the road.

I scoffed at his words, but then, all of a sudden, an idea popped into my head. A horrible one at that, but one that was well deserved.

I looked at Johnny, smirking devilishly. He glanced at me confused, but quickly returned his attention to the road.

Slowly and carefully, I placed my hand on his lap. Immediately, I felt his body tense up.

“Y/N,” Johhny hissed, a warning undertone evident in his deep voice.

“What?” I asked innocently, trailing my hand upwards and gently brushing his cock. I could feel him getting hard through the fabric of his jeans.

Johnny let out a faint grunt as I slowly unzipped his pants. His hand grabbed the steering wheel so tightly, that it made his knuckles go white. His jaw clenched and the frustration building up inside of him was only getting stronger by the second, it made him look weak and helpless, to my satisfaction.

After palming him through his boxers, I unzipped his pants and skimmed my hands right where his boxers met his skin until I was sure, that he was completely hard. I teased him for a while, never quite dipping my hand in far enough to grasp him until he was practically begging for it.

“Please, Y/N."

I chuckled internally at how smoothly my plan was going, watching in amusement as Johnny bit his lower lip and let out a loud groan.

"Please what, Johnny?” I asked, unable to control myself, chuckling at how desperate he looked.

Johnny's head snapped in my direction. He grabbed my wrist before pulling down his boxers himself, “Just touch me already."

I couldn’t help but admit how hot that was.

Though just watching him in his state, had made me want him to fuck me right then and there, I wanted him to feel the same disappointment.

A couple of strokes were all before I quickly retrieved my hand from his standing cock.

"What the fuck?” Johnny asked disappointed. A small smirk found its way to my lips as I looked at Johnny, who showed nothing but disappointment.

“Oh, you just wait,” Johnny said with a smirk displayed on his lips.

[elvenbeard]

Today's modding shenanigans!

Today I wanted to test out ACM a bit :D I think I'd most enjoy using it as an additional tool for making custom outfits and seeing how different item appearances work together, less as my primary tool to creating custom outfits as such (also, it is a bit buggy for me and I can't seem to export appearances reliably for some reason).

Since you can alter custom appearances with it too, though, you could definitely mod one "base outfit" and then change the colors spontaneously for a different vibe (for example, I could make an apperance for Kerry wearing one t-shirt and then change the shirt decal or color on the fly in game without cluttering his .app file with a dozen different appearances that are virtually the same just different colors!). Wondering though if there exists a resource that lists every item's appearance names (cause some are super specific and hard to guess, like... instead of "black" or "smiley-face" you have appearances like "6th street" or "black_capsules") for this purpose... and if not, I'll probably make one just because I would find it useful to have xD

Also, ACM is really neat for taking off Kerry's jewelry on the fly for certain pics XD Or changing nail colors and things like that! In all these regards this is a super useful resource as is already, but I'm excited where the mod makers will take it :D (also... random sidenote, but can we talk about Dante for a moment? I'm a little bit in love, and I need his shirt not only for Kerry but also for Vince XD).

Then some silly behind the scenes stuff xDD @netcess said that Reed really needs a party outfit with a cool hat, so I put something quick and simple together for her and... I wanted to take a pic and as I went into Photomode, Vince spawned straight across from Reed and looked so disappointed at him partying without him when so many pressing issues are at hand XD Just really fun little moment I wanted to capture, intensified by facepalm XD

Honestly he rocks it XD Might make a recolor to fit his suit when the mood strikes xD

And finally: who wore it better? XD

(giggling and kicking my feet at how his hair and beard match now :3)

No but I actually tried my hand at editing this hair mesh for Kerry, cause it was clipping a bit here and there! This is done super quick and dirty like... In theory I know I could export his headmesh and then fit it exactly to that, but for now this aint so bad already actually! :D No more clipping into the side of his head and the hairline in the front looks better. I left out Johnny's hair cap and all that because I wanted to go for a really really short, very freshly shaved look for this like...

Something he would've done at the end of his tour right before coming back to Night City. Keeping the long hair consistent for all concerts. And as I said, I 100% get why he has that look, like... It has old, seasoned rocker vibes, it's so much less clean and more himself than his 2077-appearance like... natural hair color, not styled at all, embracing himself again with the whole "I'm gonna name my next album "Kerry Eurodyne" and go back to my roots thing, he looks like he just came off stage, sweaty and tousled, so... yes!! I do love it for all those reasons, but idk... I feel like, it's also at the same time something low maintenance that he doesn't have to pay a lot of mind to, escaping into his music and career after apparently losing V. And I think with the tour over and with getting V back so unexpectedly, he'd change things up a bit again. It's a concert/tour look for me. And this style is also low maintenance, while still Kerry, still rebellious, but a little more cleaned-up, in control of his life, if that makes sense?

@pinkyjulien sorry for stealing your tags from my other post, but you put it into words so well, on point!!

Especially your last point, cutting/shaving your hair to mark a new beginning is 100% such a thing he'd do!! So yeah, I think I'll stick with this for his two-years-plus-four-months-later look xD

[solarsunny19]

Part TWO of classic literature characters I think I could take in a fight:

1. This one suggested by a friend: Humbert from lolita

Now personally, I think I could take him with my bare hands but please allow me to tie him to the ceiling and let everybody at him like a piñata. Baseball bat with nails included 😍💅✨️

2. Any character from Romeo and Juliet, bro those guys were stupid. Tell me I could not just pit them against each other. They're all angsty teens with no braincells. I could literally introduce them to my chemical romance and then while they're distracted by their teenage angst I would knock em out.

3. Macbeth and lady macbeth

Ok Macbeth, bro was so crazy if I put a bedsheet over my head he'd have a breakdown. I feel like I could take him. BUT SOLAR, HE LITERALLY WAS IN WAR AND FIGHTS WITH SWORDS! BRO GOT DEFEATED LITERALLY JUST CAUSE A GUY WAS BORN FROM A C SECTION. BRO GOT TRICKED BY PEOPLE MOVING TREES. I think I could take him.

Lady Macbeth though, I KNOW she fights dirty. She definitely pulls hair. But I am also a dirty fighter. I think I could still take her but damn it's gonna hurt and I'm scared. I feel like she'd be like a feral dog in a fight. Honestly she might make her husband do it for her and then it's like once I got him down it's round two and I'm fighting her at half health. It's gonna suck but I could take her. In the long run she ain't much of a fighter compared to other characters.

4. Taming of the shrew

Every character. EVERY SINGLE ONE.

And let's be honest, KATHRYN WOULD BE THE HARDEST ONE TO FIGHT. Creepy old guy? Kick him behind the knees and suddenly he's fallen and he can't get up. Pertruccio? An idiot, he fills me with rage sometimes, I know he fixes his behavior (fun fact in case you didn't notice, Kathryn was not the tamed shrew) BUT I WOULD STILL WILLINGLY BEAT HIM UP. Bianca and her husband (I forgot his name don't judge me) easy. I could take them both at once. Call me over confident, I call it justifiably so.

Characters I don't think I could take:

2. Personally I don't think I could take Tom Buchanan, but I would definitely try! Lemme at em'. Idk he just sounds tall and I'm too short. I can always bite his ankles.

3. Most characters from the outsiders except ponyboy and Johnny. I'd feel bad tho. I can't hurt them, that would not be very stay gold of me.

4. The creature from frankenstein

1st half of the story, I couldn't man, I'd feel bad. I would give him a name cause I'd feel bad calling him creature and invite him to tea. I think I'd call him Dave. Also I'd get him clothes. How much of that story was he naked?

2nd half man fuck that guy lemme at em'

Ngl that whole section about the little girl was so weird like bro u sound like an incel calm down. Go to therapy before I beat you into going. I mean I'd probably die (he's literally I think 7 feet tall) and I get the whole point is that violence is not the answer and that I'm wrong for attacking him but like bro wtf.

Feel free to tell me who you think u could fight and give suggestions. This is fun

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

NCT Spooky Season [Day 10]

Does Your Dog Do Tricks?

TW: Language, Ghosts, dead bodies, gun use, break-in-and-enter Genre: Comedy Pairing: Suh Johnny x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 0.9K Prompt: Werewolves. Not the ABO kind.

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Notes: I know! I know, not the kind of fic y'all had in mind! Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

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"Oh my goodness! Who is this handsome boy?! How cute, he's even wearing shorts!" Your coworker gushed one day, bending down to meet the Doberman's eye.

"Oh, it's Johnny," you said. Your coworker froze.

"Johnny? Like... Johnny Suh?!" She shouts, her hands hovering on either side of the Doberman's face.

"Yup."

"Your boyfriend's a werewolf?!" She half whispers.

"I guess technically he's a weredog," you corrected her. Johnny barked next to you. "He just uses his dog form when we're on the train, we pay less," you explained. Then, with a quick column of light surrounding the Doberman, Johnny steps out and shakes his hair out.

"Hey, Karina," he waves and her jaw drops. You shove a shirt toward Johnny and he pulls it over his head.

"Suddenly the shorts make sense," she huggs.

"Yup," you nodded and Johnny flattened out his shirt with his hands.

"We're not late, are we?" He asks.

"Nope... but, uh, I didn't know werewolves could change between forms so readily," Karina follows close behind while you and Johnny take off.

"Nope, not usually," Johnny answers. He opens his weather app and shows Karina. "Full moon tonight, my transformations are kind of going haywire right now," he shakes his head. "Really bad."

"That's why I told him to cancel our meetings today, but no, he decided to be hard-headed and keep them," you rolled your eyes.

"It'll be fine! I'm not the one in them anyway!"

"No, but you're going to be right next to me, so how am I going to explain to old geezers why there's a whole ass dog sitting next to me one minute and a half-naked man then next?!" You sat behind the desk, the nameplate '(Y/N) Suh - CEO' glimmering in the sunlight as you did so. Johnny took the usual secretary's desk a few steps away and, again, another column of light and, instead, you see a dog sitting on a chair. "Look at that!" You groaned.

"Wow, you really are a cute dog though, Mr. Suh!" Karina comments. Johnny barks and you run a tired hand down your face. Sure, there's less of a stigma of werewolves in the workplace now, but considering the age range of shareholders it'll still pose a challenge to have Johnny switching back and forth between man and dog for a whole meeting. He can barely keep one form for more than an hour before switching back, and it was impossible to determine the length in between too. "Maybe I can sit in instead?" Karina asks.

"I'd ask you to, as well, but it's a 'no,'" you sighed. Another column of light.

"Unless you know the entire file on our property in Mexico, it's not a good idea," Johnny says and Karina flinches in surprise.

"We have a property in Mexico?!" She turns to you.

"Exactly my point," you shook your head. "It's fine, we'll just have to wing it!" You said. "Johnny, you think you can try to stay in one-" A column of light. You sighed.

"Borf!" Johnny barks and you buried your face in your hands.

"We're so screwed."

~

You were so on edge. You were nearing the end of the shareholder's meeting and somehow, miraculously, Johnny had stayed in human form for nearly two hours. Which meant that he was overdue for a transformation and that nagged at the back of your mind.

"What do you think, Mr. Suh? Should we invest more into the Mexico property?"

"Oh absolutely," Johnny nods. "There's plenty to do and even more to see in our location and we want to make use of that," he says. Your phone rings next to him.

"Speaking of," you cleared your throat and slid it to Johnny. "Please answer this for me, let me know what they say," you instructed. Johnny nods, leaving the room with your phone in his hand. You crossed your arms.

"And what about you, CEO?" The shareholder turns to you.

"I also second the investment in our Mexico property. If anything, we should divert the extra funds we put into our China property and," you noticed the slight beam of light under the door and you swallowed harshly. Then, to your horror, the door swung open again and Johnny trotted in, as a dog, and sat next to you.

"Suh, is that a dog?" The shareholder asks. You look at Johnny. And Johnny looks back at you, phone in his mouth. You took the phone back.

"Yes, this is... my dog," you nodded.

"A well-trained breed, John must have stepped out for a moment and given your phone to him, does he know any other tricks?" One of the shareholders ask.

"He knows a couple," you nodded and handed him a pen. Johnny took it in his mouth and signed a paper with his signature.

"Remarkable!" Another shareholder exclaims. "How did you train your dog to do that?"

"Well-" You are cut off by the beam of light next to you and there sits Johnny, pen still in his mouth and without a shirt.

"My god..." The man across from you drops his pen and the woman next to him drops his jaw.

"So... uh... Mexico," Johnny grins and slides the deed toward the shareholders.

"Right... we're both onboard," the man says slowly, signing the document while still looking surprised. The woman next to him was the same.

"Dear god..." you sighed, and another column of light flashes next to you and there sits the Doberman with a wide smile.

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[zuszab]

What's their respective Stand powers? How was it for everyone to be transferred to a place that speaks something totally different? Have they met any of the actual Jojo characters? How much do they take from what each character is based on?(Aka how much personality or traits do they share)

What is your power?

How it was?

As I wrote earlier, there is an IT company in Japan that can help eliminate the dangerous virus that infected Moon and Sun. The other three were sent there to see if they too were infected with this shit, and if they were infected, they asked them to destroy it for them as well. And Fredy Fazber's company doesn't care that their animatronics don't speak Japanese

Who do you meet there?

Sun -( I meet young man named Josuke and his mum, a tall guy Jotaro, Okuyasu and, and... and. . . That's all what I remember. Oh, right! I meet also an amazing programers from that company what they try to fix us! :D

Moon -(Teenager Josuke, who fix me after I get hit by wierd arrow and his mum. She's lovely in her way~ I meet girl who can move her hairs, it's weird but I like it. There's was some dwarf Koichi and talented manga writer Rohan. Of course I meet people from company that are destroying virus at my head and some others problems in ours codes. Oh! I meet, again, Bloodmoons they're now friends with Sun

Eclipse -(No one worthy of my attention. The only one who catched my eye are mr. Yoshikage Kira and young boy Josuke Higashikata. They have very intresting Stands~ Somehow I'd like to cooperate with them to saver gain my goal

Lunar -(Not much, becouse I'm Eclilse's Stand-thing and I can't go so far away from him... I meet a girl with moving hair and a manga writer Roham or something like this. I also meet a Josuke Higashikata and normal looking guy Youshikage Kira which make Eclipse happy just by looking at their powers from this Stand-thing

KC -(The same people who Moon meet.

How much personality?

Sun is smart, confident, brave, friendly and loyal, his likeable personality helps him make friends

Moon is righteous, though blunt individual. He is ruthless with his enemies but loyal to his companions. Moon is a rather cold and prideful animatronic

Eclispe is a despotic manipulator, often showing a lack of conscience or empathy. He has great ambitions and a lust for power. He set himself the goal of becoming the most powerful being on Earth. To achieve this, he is willing to use anyone and everything he can, ignoring morality that would only limit him <- from Dio || He is a serious and caring man (for, according to his criteria, important people). He is also very clever and very careful in his actions, looking for and choosing the safest ones before making a decision. However, it must be remembered that he is not an angel and when he is nervous he becomes quite aggressive and violent <- from Fugo

Blood- have a gentle heart and is loyal to those he likes. He is highly perceptive, wise and quick-witted. Blood is an extremely cool individual, able to keep his composure in even the direst situations. He usually remains the the most mature half of Bloodmoon

-Moon is a rough and choleric teenager who has quite childish behavior. He has a penchant for brutally simple actions that work surprisingly well at keeping his opponents off guard. Moon is almost as short-tempered as Eclipse, being quite loud, vulgar and violent in his outbursts. Despite his exuberant behavior, he shows a sweet side to those who get to know him. He values his friends above life and considers "friendship" to be the most precious thing in the world. Aware of his handicaps, Moon is willing to let Blood and Sun look after him. He usually remains the least mature half of Bloodmoon

KC doesn't care. (Let me quote here) ,,I don't care about 'living' or 'dying' or who's 'just' and who's 'evil'!! (...)"~ Johnny Joestar || He is an impulsive and brutal man with a good heart. He consistently shows his emotions when he's happy, he smiles, when he's sad he starts to cry. KC often acts on impulse and rarely takes the time to observe and analyze his opponent. He is a very curious person. This curiosity extends to the habit of trying to learn everything. He also has a confrontational and violent side. In battle, KC is very aggressive and qualified to land deadly blows <- from Okuyasu

Lunar is an abrupt, snappy with his elders (read: Eclipse), courageous and confident. He advocates aggressively asserting hisself, when his patience go out. Lunar is particularly violent in his fights by Eclipse's personality. He also has a vindictive side and repays tenfold any wrong committed against him

BONUS: How did you feel when you got off the plane?

Sun -( I got scared at first! I thought maybe I had a new glitch, but thanks to Eclipse, I realized that people there speak a different language. I don't know Japanese so I tried to talk using sign language. Some people understood me and helped me, all of them they were really nice!

Moon -(Ermm… I was shocked more by culture different than their weird sounds language. It wasn't bad, me and Sun used sign language to communicate with humans

Eclipse -(Hmmm… Honestly? I was scared… damn scared… *sigh* But!! I didn't show it to anyone and I was lucky enough to meet people who speak English~☆

Lunar -(For me it was normal, I knew Japan and Japanese from teenagers who sometimes came to our Daycare just to watch anime. It was weird for me, but I did it with them. I was really excited when I heard that we'll be transferred there! Now I'm not…

KC -(Confused. Very confused

Is there anything else you'd like to know?

[mistydeyes]

Hello!! Stumbled across your blog while binging Cod content. I absolutely love you writing. My favorite is the medical history of 141. I did an internship at a pharmacy for a few months and seeing drug names once again was pretty cool (ciprofloxacin is my fav but that's a conversation for another time lol). I really like how you inculcate pharmacology in your writing. This is my first time making a request since I'm fairy new to tumblr. I would like to request a pairing if that's fine. I'm 20, islander thus I have tan skin ,dark brown eyes and extremely long hair but it appears short since it's very curly lol. I am 5'3, wear glasses and on the curvier side but fairly muscular since I do my best to go to the gym daily. I'm have a blue belt in karate and love martial arts. I'm also very good at yoga and try practicing it everyday since it's relaxing and energizing for me. I have a dark academia, fairly unique and elegant style. I dress modestly and LOVE coats, trousers but I love dresses as well. I love designing my own clothes. I recently got a black ,mermaid cut floor-length dress with a leg slit and pearl sleeves (basically it looks like the dress it held up by a chain of pearls)stitched. MBTI- INTP Zodiac - Scorpio

I love reading, drawing and playing cards. I play cards nearly everyday-my favorite games include gin rummy, go fish and Uno. I like drawing surreal and horrific designs such as monsters and nightmarish things lol. Despite drawing terrifying things, I am IN LOVE with goofy and cute things. I have a collection of cute erasers and stationary shaped like tiny dinosaurs, fruits, vegetable and cacti. I am an avid reader. I will read anything that piques my interest. My house is filled with books. There's at least a book in each room. I generally enjoy fictional books. I also love cooking and baking. I LOVE spicy food. I am always trying new recipes and cooking techniques. I love trying new food that I see on menus despite not liking lots of stuff sometimes (I don't mind though. It's part of the experience :D). Whenever I'm at the hall, you call always find me in the bookstore or a lingerie story.(a bit nsfw but I adore lingerie ) I am adventurous and love extreme sports but I haven't had the opportunity to. I'd love to sky dive and bungee jump. So far, I've ziplines, ski, undersea walk and parasailed. I am introverted but once I warm up with someone, I never stop talking. I LOVE memes. I bombard my friends with them daily lol. I am told that I have a "don't mess with me aura" but once you know me I'm just a goofball. I LOVE mathematics, specially statistics and biology. I do math for fun. Currently taking a gap year but I aspire to be a STEM student . :) I LOVE nature . Although I'm solitary I'd love to share peaceful life in a nice cabin with a partner to have fun with and joke all the time. I'd love for my partner to be my bestfriend and support my antics. Thank you for reading the long description and I'd be soo grateful if I could get a pairing. Thank you soo much!! And I love your work!!Keep it up!! <3 (i'll try to attach pics of my art and goofy things)

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish (a/n we need to have a convo because my fave antibiotic has to be bactrim/sulfamethoxazole and trimethoprim! but thank you so much for reading my work :) also your art is amazing! I love all of the mediums you use)

How you met: You had vaguely known of the scotsman when you found out he was joining your group on vacation. You and your friends had planned a trip to New Zealand to accomplish a few bucket list items such as bungee jumping, zip lining, skydiving, and parasailing. It just happened that you and Johnny hit it off as you overlooked the Nevis River Valley and prepared for a once-in-a-lifetime jump. "Shite," he swore as you looked at him, "higher up than I thought." You laughed as your guide checked your rope and restraints. "That makes it even better," you said with a devilish smile as you looked at the frightened man. "I've jumped out of planes before but this is crazy," he exclaimed as you began to see your friends start to jump off with screams of adrenaline. "You can hold my hand," you offered as you stuck a hand out, "I've done this before and it's a great rush." He took your offer as the person to your left jumped. "Here we go," you yelled as you both walked off the platform and dove head first into the ravine. Your ears were immediately filled with his screams as you laughed and took in the gorgeous view. You smiled as you looked up at him and saw the hairs of his mohawk hand upside down. "Yer aff yer heid," he swore at you as the adrenaline began to wear off. "You think that now but you should see me when we go skydiving later," you joked and gave him a wink as he mentally prepared for the next extreme activity.

A peek into your relationship: Despite the distance, your boyfriend loved coming to your house. Whether it was a new book, a clothing project in the works, or the smell of spicy food from a new recipe, there was always something to entertain him. This time, he was having you do one of those drawing challenges were you practiced different illustrators styles. "Johnny hold still!" you giggled as he posed for your portrait. You lightly kicked him with your foot as you sat on opposite sides of the loveseat. "You done yet?" he kept asking as you shook your head and sketched out his face with pen. Eventually after what he said was "forever" you unveiled the finished paper. You could see his eyes travel from each one of the sketches until he set the paper down with an unreadable look. "What?" you questioned as you inched closer to him. "I love it but," he trailed off, obviously for the dramatic, "I don't know if I should be concerned that the Tim Burton and Junji Ito styles are horrifying good." You took a moment to laugh before pecking him on the cheek. "Just because I'm good a horror, doesn't mean anything," you replied and he took the opportunity to hold you in a hug on his lap. He kissed your forehead before replying. "You're a crazy one," he joked and you rolled your eyes. "Yeah but at least I'm yours, Mactavish. And don't talk about crazy when you're the one with a mohawk and no rock band in sight!"

[biscuits-of-bagend]

DnDoc, The God of Rock 'n' Roll #3 - Look up to the Sky and Play

Part 1 Part 2

Previous stories: DnDoc, Coming Home DnDoc, Space Band DnDoc, A Man's a Man

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The Doctor instinctively looked at Ruby at the mention of a god of music, but he didn't want Jordan to feel like he had to stop talking so he refocused as quickly as he could.

   "You're telling me that's not how you know these songs?" said Jordan.

   The Doctor shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. But let's go back to the start. When did you meet this god?"

   Jordan squinted at him. "You're acting awfully casual for someone just learning about a god. You sure you don't know them?"

   The Doctor shifted on the couch. He noticed that Rogue had shuffled closer to him so that they were pressed together, which was nice.

   "We - Ruby and I that is, I don’t know about Rogue - have had some… close contact with a couple of gods," said the Doctor. "They're gone now though."

   "Well, that's the problem," said Jordan. "So is the God of Rock 'n' Roll. I call them The Gorr for short."

   The Doctor tapped the side of his head. "I will keep that acronym in mind. But like I say, let's go back to the beginning. When did you first see The Gorr?"

   Jordan sighed and gripped the cup tighter. "I suppose you'd say 'the beginning' was actually a while before that. Fourteen years ago, back in 1955, me and my girl - Tanya - we saw this new musician coming to town. His name was Chuck Berry."

   Ruby grinned. "Johnny B. Goode, right? The song from -- a film I've seen."

   The Doctor chuckled. Sometimes he still stumbled over details from the future (compared to his current time-location), so he knew it wasn't easy for Ruby. But Jordan hadn't mentioned anything about seeing films from the future, so it was probably best not to tell him about Back to the Future.

   "Johnny B. Goode eventually, yeah," said Jordan. "That was in 1958. That was -" He sucked in a sharp breath. "That was a year before Tanya died. But by Gorr she loved that song, so much. So… picture me, it's late 1959, and I'm out standing on the grass of our tiny little back yard a few months after Tanya's passed away. It's cloudy, so the only light I can see by is the end of my cigarette. But it doesn't matter because by this point I've not been seeing what's physically in front of me for months. I've just got memories of her dancing past me, and all the rock 'n' roll shows we went to. It was weird though, because a lot of people seemed to be losing interest in music around then, but we loved it so much, more and more every year."

   "We can explain that later if you like, everyone else losing interest I mean," said the Doctor. "But go on, what happened that night?"

   "Well, I started hearing this music. You must have walked past the lyrics today, because no matter what else I paint I always paint that song," said Jordan.

   "Oh," said the Doctor. "The God of Rock 'n' Roll. The song. I'm the number one at making bad decisions…"

   "So you do know it!" Jordan sat up straight.

   "I've heard it, but no actual god brought it to me or anything," the Doctor explained. "Where was it coming from that night?"

   "Well, there's a line in the song: 'I pick up my guitar, I look up to the sky and play, to the God of Rock 'n' Roll.' At that point, I thought the song was coming from inside my head; I figured I'd heard it before somewhere and didn’t remember it properly, and the memories were digging it back up." Jordan took a deep breath and looked at each of them in turn. "But that wasn't what was happening."

   "What did you see when you looked up?" asked the Doctor.

   "I saw, and you're not allowed to laugh at me, I saw looking down at me the face of God. Well, a God. This God. The God of Rock 'n' Roll. It had spiky black paint on its face, a fringe down over its eyes, a flat cap, greasy hair around its shoulders, and loads more things that seemed weirdly purposeful but so random," said Jordan. "I don't suppose any of it makes any sense to you?"

   The Doctor took a moment, processing the idea of a grieving widower confronted with a face of god in the sky. Eventually he blinked and said, "Fringe over the eyes could be the Ramones? Hey ho, let's go, et cetera."

   "Right, I see," said Jordan, pressing his fingers to his closed yes. "Well, anyway, I did what the voice said. I went back inside and plugged in my old guitar - which I hadn’t touched since it happened - and with the super long lead cable I came back out into the yard. I looked up to the face - still there - and I played Johnny B. Goode from the depths of my soul, just like, every fibre of love for Tanya in my heart I pushed down the strings and up into the sky. When I was done, the face smiled at me, and I looked it in the eye and I thanked it, and it was the warmest interaction I'd had with anyone since it happened.

   "From that moment on, I felt best when I was playing to the Gorr. I felt like I was going to find a way through. But then, four years later, it just stopped working. And it's never come back since."

   Something ding-ed in the Doctor's brain. He saw Ruby doing some quick maths in her head as Jordan took a moment to let out some tears again. 1959 + 4… 1963. God. Music… Fuck.

   "Ruby, can I talk to you for a moment? I could do with a drink myself, just some water or something," said the Doctor. He stood up, as did Ruby. Rogue stayed sitting, eyes widening as he looked across at Jordan, clearly not enthused by the thought of being in charge of small-talk. The Doctor leaned over and whispered, "Please, just keep him talking about music for a second."

   Rogue paused for just a moment but then said, "Yeah, I can do that. You can count on me."

   "Thank you." The Doctor kissed him quickly then followed Ruby out of the living space, back towards the console room. He could hear Rogue asking if the Gorr had sent any Earthlings songs to Jordan; he grinned.

   "Doctor," said Ruby as they emerged back into the console room. "What he's just said means that the 'God of Rock 'n' Roll' went away in 1963 - the year we banished Maestro. Was he playing to Maestro that whole time?"

   The Doctor steepled his hands over his mouth. "I don't know, Ruby… But it feels possible."

   "What do we do? How do we… help? I don't know why Maestro was helping him, but they were not helping anyone else… and to be honest, I doubt whatever they were doing for Jordan was helping him either. Not really," said Ruby.

   The Doctor nodded. "It certainly doesn't feel like he's had space to develop healthy coping mechanisms."

   Ruby was humming something quietly, something the Doctor vaguely recognised.

   "Ruby, what was that?" said the Doctor.

   Ruby frowned. "I thought that was you."

   "Oh… shit," the Doctor muttered. He took the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and held it to his ear.

'Cause tonight I'm on fire, sliding down on my knees to pray

To the god of rock and roll

Come on and save my soul

God of rock and roll

   "Stop it stop it stop it," the Doctor hissed at the screwdriver, though more accurately he was trying to get through to the half of the sonic cloud housed inside.

   The viewscreen clicked on and the Doctor saw the inside of Rogue's ship, with the song echoing through from there too. The round-things on the TARDIS walls started to pulse to the beat. The Doctor heard footsteps thundering down from the inner corridors of the TARDIS.

   "Doctor!" Rogue shouted, bursting into the control room from one of the upper doorways. He leaned over the railing and looked down at the Doctor and Ruby, then back up at the lights. "It's like this up there too. Jordan, come here for a second." He waved his arm and Jordan joined him on the platform. Rogue explained, "I didn't want to leave him alone, not with the music… Do you know where it's coming from?"

   Rogue had directed this at the Doctor but Jordan exclaimed, "They're back! The Gorr must be back! The music… it's surrounding me! Come on and save my soul, God of Rock 'n' Roll!"

   Little icons started to appear in the round things - lightning bolts, the US seal but with a baseball bat, a yellow FF, a sharply painted tongue. On and on it went, the symbols of rock 'n' roll plastering themselves around the TARDIS as the music got louder and Jordan sang ever more desperately. He was trying to drag his God back into the world.

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Part 4

Song references: Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry God of Rock & Roll by McFly

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