#VERSE: Older Johnny

[maaskuline]

some older Johnny icons .. aptly calling him Papa Johnny <3

[heavenbarnes]

I AM SO DOWN FOr u to make all of the 141 as tradies . i ride the train in the wee hours of the morning and am constantly surrounded by tradies in short shorts and my brain short circuits bc why r u showing off your muscular thighs and calves at 5am

price is the site manager, he usually wins the contracts because he comes with a team of frankly frightening looking men who are all expertly skilled at their trades and listen to the man like dogs with pinned ears

simon is the plumber, good at dirty work as a guy best described as rough around the edges with the way he mostly communicates with grunts and the impending thumps of his steel caps on the exposed flooring

kyle is the sparky, known for being fine fingered with a clean work space and honestly masterful with a wire in each hand not to mention the fact he’s easily the most approachable out of the team

johnny is the carpenter by trade, can make something out of nothing and he might be a right shit on the job site he’s unspeakably talented when it actually comes to getting the job done (when complimented he reminds everyone jesus was a carpenter)

[tojisun]

the hand that feeds you

— “i take care of her, s’all.”

johnny mactavish x f!reader

cw: 18+ work - minors dni; age difference; daddy issues (kinda the central plot); cooking as a love language; slow burn but in high speed; a breath of angst; power imbalance; canon divergence - regular/non-military life au // amazing divider by @gildui! // 6.5k words

extra notes: this is a very self-indulgent work. there are holes in the plot, 100%, so ignore those holes pretty pls </3 also ik this is more of a captain johnny-verse but midway through, i started projecting so i might’ve written him incorrectly and im really sorry for that!!

being roommates with johnny is not as weird as it is; he’s amicable, at first, then full blown nice when days passed. he’s not loud, per se, but there’s always a constant chatter streaming from his space, like he physically can’t sit still through the silence which is great because you don’t fare any better with the stillness too, so reminiscent of how it was in the suburbs.

you moved to a neighbourhood just skirting past the inner city just because it’s a lot cheaper. but even then, rent was always high and your little box in a rundown complex wasn’t going to sustain you forever even if you wished it would. then, an opening in johnny’s townhouse was posted, almost half-price than whatever is up in the market, and it’s great despite your skepticism. hell, it’s more than great — it’s lifesaving.

your shitty job at the bookstore really can’t cover much of your expenses anymore, and sure student loans and the grant is great, but the growing debt makes you wince so it’s whatever at this point. you’re about to graduate soon anyway, pooling work experience from volunteering and club organizations, and it’s not like you can even go back to how it was.

(underway to law school, primed up before your father’s scrutiny but the burnout got to you before you could even write the LNAT. you realized that being a barrister wasn’t really what you wanted so you changed programs, midway, and switched to children’s education.

god, the disappointment in your pa’s eyes was so big, you knew to pack your shit before he could even kick you out.)

it’s… tough.

god, is it tough. none of your old friends and colleagues could stay in contact, which you don’t hold against them because most of them, by now, have graduated and entered law school. you’re straggling about two years back because of the switch in programs, and everything’s gone too tight. your budget. your social life.

your dating life.

johnny often distracts you from it all — he works in downtown, in one of those high-rise buildings often reserved for limiteds or holding companies, and has to travel off the city every three months. he makes good money, he said jovially, and you know it’s a nudge as to why your portion of the rent is cheap in the first place.

when you finally bit the bullet and asked why he put up one of the rooms in the market, johnny just shrugged and said he needed someone to house sit but sort off permanently. said something like last time he left, the pipes bursted and he couldn’t really fly back to help with the repairs.

it’s great being with him. he’s bright and bubbly, but also dependable in ways you never really thought about. like—

well, it’s all mundane things so listing them feels embarrassing, and it makes you feel as though you’re a touch-starved damsel and johnny just so happened to be the next older man to give you any attention and his time. but you can’t help it. god, you can’t help preen at the way he exists beside you.

he’s just so… beautiful, is what it is.

rugged and charming and loud and filling. the townhouse is too big for the two of you, but johnny makes it work. makes it feel like the two of you just fit into each other’s spaces.

early mornings are spent with him lilting between english and scottish, his exhaustion plastered onto him even after he’s downed two cups of coffee. he bumps his hip onto yours when he ambles out to prepare for his work, grumbling something like good morning and how’re you. afternoons are more lively and productive; it’s of you coming back from campus at six in the evening only to find him in the kitchen, fixing up dinner. it’s always something fancy and rich in flavour; something he always eats with wine on the side.

you, uh, you never thought he could actually cook, let alone feed himself well, but there he was, always a plate ready for you too like it’s expected that you’ll eat dinner with him. like spending time with him was just natural — the sky is blue, the ocean’s deep, and you and johnny fall into each other like there is an invisible string pulling you close to him.

it’s a beautiful change of pace, and there are more days now when you can breathe in a little easier, and you know it’s all because of johnny. it’s all him who pulled you out of your slump and out of that darkness and gave you the room, literally, to grow.

he’s beautiful, but you’ve said that already, haven’t you? he’s just… so good to be with.

then, johnny began picking up and bringing some home.

.

the first time it happened was shocking, really.

you had an early morning, something that’s so murky now in your memories so you’re unsure if it was anything uni related or work related, just that it was five in the morning and you were clambering downstairs as quietly as you could. you rounded the length of the hallway from the platform to the kitchen when you ran into someone.

“steady,” she’d said, voice hoarse and loud in her shock too.

you yelled, jumping, arms swinging because was there an intruder, and it took johnny physically subduing you for you to calm down. looking back now, you burn in embarrassment, but then you had been so worried, your body wound up so tightly in your fear.

“shh,” johnny had murmured with that wry grin. “s’just me, lass.”

your eyes danced between him and the brunette — pretty even in her rumpled shirt, with long legs and a small waist — trying to understand what was going on. you are sure johnny had told you before that he wasn’t seeing anyone so who—

“your girlfriend?” she asked johnny, turning to him with her lips pursed and her brow cocked up.

the question settled in your stomach, doing wonders to your already-fragile psyche. you’d just spent hours thinking about johnny and what he meant to you; what living with him meant. how it eased up something carved within the trenches of your being, like you’d always been waiting for someone like him.

the question was a reminder, like prickling you with icicles, leaving you to navigate the swoop. but johnny had laughed, nothing mean but so dismissive that you felt the curl of shame brandishing from the base of your spine like johnny was laughing at you.

“oh, nah,” he replied, arm still slung over your shoulders. “she’s sorta my ward, yes? i take care of her, s’all.”

that’s all. you’re nothing more to him but a ward. a tenant. not even a friend—

she hummed, then leaned over to kiss johnny, her eyes still drawn to you like she’s watching, waiting for a reaction, and when she got none, she trudged to the door. you and johnny watched as she bent down to slip in her shoes, some stilettos with red bottoms, before wordlessly disappearing into the darkened morning.

“pretty,” you chirped, trying to break the tension of whatever that was.

johnny laughed in that way that surely crinkled his eyes, only to steer the conversation away by asking why you were up early. you remembered what you had to do and you dived to the kitchen in a flurry, chatting about the deadlines and due dates — so it was a school thing — and johnny just watched, silent, humming, eyes still curved in his glee.

you left no sooner than his… paramour did and, for a while, that was that.

but your semester is coming to a close and your schedule is changing, but so is johnny’s. he’s coming home later and later, but always seemed to offer apologies in the form of easy-to-microwave meals for your dinner. they’re still homemade, probably cooked up in the morning before he left for work, and you’d messaged him to say that he didn’t need to worry about you. that, sure, you came to him amidst financial struggle, juggling work and school, and trying to decide if you would have to starve this month because of rent, but you can cook. for yourself and for him too.

johnny’s face did a terrible thing when you mentioned that in person, the first in a while after things got hectic.

“what,” you bit out, embarrassed.

“nothing,” he said, blinking like he was realizing things he shouldn’t. “s’fun doing things f’r you.”

then he clamped up, spooning soup into his mouth, some of it messily dribbling into his chin. it’s not like you were doing any better, with how your throat closed up at his words, eyes going wide.

it’s been a thing, is what it is, but neither of you two have ever acknowledged that it’s a thing. it’s been a wordless experience — of johnny taking over things when it comes to the house because of course he will, it’s his home, but he always covers things for you too. things you’re sure normal landlords don’t really worry about, but not johnny.

there’s always extra food in the kitchen, extra blankets when the weather dips. there’s even a new cooling machine for the summer even though you know johnny’s room already has an installed air conditioning. he’s even changed the seats in the dining room because he caught you once hitting your hip after an all-nighter on a project.

then, he refurbished the den to make it your office.

“you didn’t have to,” you told him, mind racing at your savings, wondering if he was going to increase your rent.

johnny just shook his head with an almost fond roll of his eyes and clapped your back, arm hovering there. “s’all yers, hen.”

everything he did always accounted for you. so why the women?

they’re all long limbed and trimmed waist, with eyes that sparkled even when all you’ve seen of them is always within the poorly-lit hallway. they have voices that curl teasingly, breathy like they’re enticing johnny for one more night. and they’ve always, always, treated you like a—

like a kid.

a burden, almost, of johnny’s.

and, hell, maybe you are. johnny’s almost twice your age; he’s also already well-established in his career, some senior position that you can’t really follow but one he talks about with fondness. he’s got land rover-money, the car in his garage big and black and almost military grade, and it looks so expensive especially beside the crappy civic you were able to snag for a cheap price because it’s got about three-hundred-thousand mileage already.

you’ve got nothing to give him, other than the lousy rent payment that he doesn’t even really need but is just asking for courtesy because it’d be so weird for him to offer a room, or two now given you have the den too, for free. you’ve got nothing on your name, and if it isn’t pity that makes johnny care for you, then you don’t know what.

maybe his string of one-night stands are right — you are just a kid.

that maybe you really are still too wet behind the ears for the real world that you go running to the next person that could protect you from it, stumbling into his life and licking up every drop of his attention, mistaking his kindness for devotion. his care for love.

.

you should have known, then, that the thoughts would ripple, leaving you to feel like the days are unnavigable. obsession quickly took root, growing fangs, and it ensnared you; a vice noose at what had been a pleasant coexistence.

hell, you can barely stand being with johnny because of the jealousy. it’s a shameful thing, but a part of you thinks you deserve johnny more than the others do.

you tell yourself that nobody knows about johnny’s nightmares and the horrors that spill from his lips when it’s twelve in the morning and the two of you have hit the bourbon. you tell yourself that nobody knows about johnny’s aversion to the windows in the living room; that the reason why the curtains are a deep green is not to match the new plants he’s allowed you to fill up his home but because they shroud the panels more than the cream ones had. you tell yourself that nobody knows that johnny can sing; that he can cook a mean tomahawk; that he likes reading; that his wrists were hurting so he’s currently scheduled for a surgery; that he’s soft to you.

the women don’t know this johnny, you tell yourself, nails clawing at the hems of your chest. they don’t know him the way i do.

it’s a pathetic whisper. it’s so laughable. so juvenile.

they’re right. they’re right.

(you’re just a—)

“i don’t see you anymore,” johnny murmured one morning, when things have gone quiet again, a cup of coffee sitting on the counter while he watches you throw orange peels into the garburator.

he just got back from a work trip in aberdeen, his exhaustion loud on his face. his hair is overgrown, the bottom ends of his mohawk curling along his nape. he was there for over three weeks, skirting almost close to a month — the longest he’s ever been away — and you had tried so hard not to message. not to drop casual check-ins because you’re sure no tenant ever does that to their landlord, but johnny had remained just as friendly; asking things like if you wanted another potted plant, a monstera or a dragon tree, or if you still had that swiss chocolate he brought home as a gift, or—

the list of his questions grew, but you’ve given him clipped replies, not knowing how to act right anymore since your quiet realization. even the “thing” that you thought you shared with him had fizzled at the drop of the women coming-and-leaving, and you are left to pick up the pieces.

it’s not like you’re broken or ruined or angry. god, no you aren’t.

but you feel unsteady, like now that you know that you liked him more than he liked you, you forgot how to breathe. how to live without that looming burden because your affection is nothing but a burden.

what will johnny do if he finds out? you can’t afford a new place to move into, not when you’re so close to graduating, the finish line just about to graze your very fingertips with how near it is. money is still tight, and johnny has already spoiled you rotten. has shown you how it is to live a comfortable life. and if he learns of your feelings, you would lose this. more than anything, you would lose him.

so you detached yourself from the noose, curling into yourself and using his work trip as a way to move on.

jesus — move on, huh? like there was a ‘you and johnny’ to even move on from. like there was anything there to read. like there was anything there to pull away from; twitching fingers drawing back into the spaces of your ribs, tucking yourself away from his warmth.

“i’ve been so busy, john,” you muttered, just as tired.

“yeah?” he said, still light. still jovial. “let me cook something nice for ye, huh? reward yer hard work and all.”

“i can’t.” you swallowed down the prickle lodged in your throat, eyes ducking away to avoid seeing his. “i’ve got a meeting with the club.”

(you missed the way johnny’s smile dipped.)

“oh,” he said.

you shrugged, internally wincing at your weak attempt at being normal, before gathering your thermos and your messily-wrapped sandwich. johnny was still standing by the counters when you turned around from the sink, his bulk so close to yours in ages. it had been so long since you could just reach over and feel his warmth; feel the soft pudge of what once were hardened muscles.

he’s looking at you with such sad eyes that it’s jarring to truly see because he’s looking at you like—

like he’s losing you.

“i’m gonna…” you trailed off, not really knowing how to end this truly awkward interaction.

“yeah, f’course,” he croaked out. “take care of yerself huh, lass?”

“thanks.” the smile on your face felt more like a grimace. “see you.”

he said nothing more after that, his eyes still searching; still furrowed like something’s changed and something’s happening, and it made your stomach drop because please. please don’t let him notice.

but johnny just watched as you went, his coffee all forgotten.

(something bloomed in the soft press of your heart, flickering like a young ember. you’ve never realized how longing could feel like your mouth is stuffed with cotton.)

.

johnny hasn't picked up since his return from aberdeen.

they’re getting a new firm so the shuffling has been brutal, leaving johnny to clamber out at five in the morning before coming back home when it’s pushing 11pm. the scruff on his face is becoming more unkempt, salt and pepper becoming more intense, but even then, he’s never looked more ruggedly beautiful as he is now.

it’s like he’s aged years and you shouldn’t be reacting so strongly to the change, but looking at johnny now makes you ache in a different way — core throbbing, throat parched and eyes stinging as you watch him. you’re so drawn to his gravitational pull, unable to detangle yourself now that it feels like he’s more back in your life than he ever was.

and you know it’ll end up hurting you. that you’ll go back to isolating yourself at the drop of a new girl in the house, the smell of her chanel or bvlgari perfume filling up the crevices that you’ve dutifully dusted every saturday morning while johnny’s out for a run. he’s made having casual lovers a cycle, one that you cannot blame him for because johnny doesn’t like you back.

but johnny’s been so attentive to you these days. he’s been a hovering presence even when he looks like he’s one blown wind away from passing out in his exhaustion, his warm hand always on the small of your back as he walks you to the door before chirping a hearty, “kick ass, bon!”

he’s back to fixing up food for you, like that blip in your schedule got him all creative because now, it’s not even just dinner. you’ve got breakfast waiting for you in the microwave, and packed lunch already in your bag, carefully tucked beside the manila folders and plastic envelopes for your capstone. it’s like he’s making up for something which is dumb and wrong because now, you’re all swooping stomach and prickling lungs.

“yummy?” johnny asked, catching you wriggling in excitement at the flavour bursting into your tongue.

your cheeks tingled, feverish, before giving him a shy nod.

he huffed, something so achingly fond, and rested his chin atop his crossed arms. you didn’t know what to focus on — the scruff on his face or the hard lines of webbing veins spilling from beneath his folded sleeves. then, he crooned, “good. that’s good.”

you ran upstairs to your room, throwing an excuse about finishing up your paper, before locking the door, and feeding your cunt two fingers to satiate the burn. the stretch was delicious, raw and sweet, and you humped your wrist, trying to douse the flames burning you up.

you thought of johnny, of the way he looked and how much nicer he’s been; of johnny and the way he was so kind to you, so caring like you’re up in his priority list again, overtaking his busy schedule and the firm restructuring, and his needs.

your orgasm felt like a ripping of reality, your mind splintering at the edges as you’re stretched thin. it felt like you’ve been pulled taut, then released with a resounding snap. it felt euphoric, like the explosion of something intoxicating. something wickedly addicting.

you knew that this could never be unmade. your affections had grown their tendrils, curling past the quiet admiration and spiralling into something unforgiving. into something greater than yourself.

“fuck,” you had rasped out, eyes prickling with tears as shame rushed into your chest. “fuck.”

you didn’t need this. you didn’t need any of this.

but it becomes a cycle — wash, rinse, repeat.

johnny continues to go unshaven; continues to pour his attention to you. and you soak it up, needy and soft, unable to turn away with your tail tucked between your legs. you fall back to the ease of how it had been, hip bumping his, morning coffee shared in the silence, dinner a filling affair once more. all that’s changed are the lingering looks, the resonating touches.

how johnny’s wide hand falls to the small of your back more often; how his fingers just slots against yours every time he passes you your cup; how his eyes rove over your face, always searching for something you dare not hope for.

the last time he flicked his eyes down to watch the way your tongue lapped at your lips, swiping away at the extra cream, johnny’s pupils had constricted before a quiet groan rumbled from his throat. your thighs had quickly clenched close as heat exploded in the pit of your belly, spreading like wildfire through your veins. the pressure on your nub made you hiccup, like a whine dragging itself from your trachea, and johnny had snapped his eyes back to yours so quickly, it made you heady.

“bon–”

“i have to go,” you murmured, clamouring to shaky legs.

you fucked yourself to a deafening point once more, ears ringing as you squirted, the gush of your slick pushing past your fingers. you had to gnash your pillow cover to muffle the moan rumbling from the base of your throat, trying desperately to be good. to not be heard. to be better.

but johnny’s burning gaze on your lips was seared into your memory, blazing on top of everything, and you imagined—

god, you imagined.

the way he’ll take you — beard rough on your chin, thicker fingers spreading you wider, reaching deeper, before finally filling you up with all of him, bullying the whole length of his cock until he bottoms out.

you pressed on your stomach, dizzy, thinking about how johnny would hit that far. you know he would. the women he’s slept with have told you, anyway, in passing, describing how he was in bed with dreamy sighs like they weren’t still reeking of sex and johnny’s aftershave.

(you still wonder why so many of them were mean, their noses tipped up every time they saw you. they were the ones that johnny chose, the ones who were fortunate enough to have been his lover, so you wonder why they still sought you out like you were competition.)

“johnnyyyy!” you moaned, loud and long, your fingers prodding at your walls, and you knew that you’d regret the wrangled cry later, but you didn’t care then, too busy swimming in the aftermath of your orgasm.

.

but johnny heard it anyway.

he told you that he had heard you. 

it happened so quickly — one moment you were bent over the espresso machine, fiddling with the levers with bleary-eyed attempts, then the next thing you knew was that johnny was crowding you, trapping you between the warm bulk of his body and the counter, his eyes furrowed so deeply which made the lines on his forehead run much deeper.

“whu’?” you asked, blinking tiredly at him.

johnny just did this shaky breath that rattled his whole body, like he was propped up by a couple of sticks instead of his whole mass. the mood shifted with that weak inhale though, and you turned to fully face him, ignoring the beeping machine because johnny was still looking at you with those eyes.

the ones that made you feel seen, read, and laid bare before him. like he could weave his eyes past the fabrics of your shirt to peek into the very jagged shards of your heart and see the cross that you’ve been carrying. like he knew things about you that he shouldn’t.

“johnny?” you prodded again, finding his silence alarming.

“yer too young for me, m’eudail,” johnny finally rumbled out, voice thick and deep.

and it’s—

what.

your mind was pressing into your skull, trying desperately to link your synapses together; for the fog to clear and for your coherence to rise above the pull of drowsiness, but johnny was faster. like now that he’s said the first words, the rest just follow, unstoppable in their force and in their meaning.

“i told myself i couldn’t,” he murmured, still breathing shakily; gaze still too fragile. “that yer lookin’ for nothin’ like me, and that yer just tryin’ to get out there with yer career.”

he lifted a hand, fingers twitching, before balling it back down to a fist.

“told myself i’ve gotta let go. found a way to cope and shit.”

johnny took another ragged breath in, and it startled you into gulping one of your own — you didn’t even realize that you’ve held your breath as he spoke to you, your chest clenching tightly as your mind began to link the passageways together, filling you in on what he wasn’t really saying.

“but carin’ f’you was so easy. christ, it was even delightful, hen.” he chuckled, something that was somewhat raw and pained.

you licked at your lips, blinking wide eyes open. johnny tracked the movement, his nose flaring like you’ve done something more than a subconscious thing, his shoulders going taut.

“i like doing all sorta things for you. liked seeing y’eat what i cooked; liked seeing y’use what i got f’you. liked watching y’come home to me. to me.”

a soft sound echoed between the two of you, and it took you an embarrassingly long time to realize that it was a breathless whimper that petered out from the base of your throat. you didn’t even realize that you’ve curled into yourself, almost like you’re trying your best to shrink before johnny, and johnny crooned.

callused palm cupped the round of your cheek, his thumb swiping just underneath your eye. “told myself yer too young; that surely yer looking for someone closer to yer age, but bon, i heard y’last night.”

you startled in his hold, a quiet gasp piercing through the heat. johnny’s lips danced with mirth.

“s’right. heard a loud thump against the wall and ran upstairs, all worried, but guess my surprise, yes? y’were moanin’ my name so loudly, it’s like y’left yer door open.”

“johnny, i–”

“tell me,” he said, moving closer, his chest pressing against yours. “tell me t’stop, bon, an’ i will. but y’ve got to tell me. y’ve got to push me away.”

you looked at him, your eyes trembling at what he was laying out thickly, and your throat going parched at the blanketing desire rippling from him. there were so many things you wanted to ask, but his breath was tickling the bridge of your nose, dancing so close to the bow of your lips, and your heart ached.

desire coursed through you in waves, dribbling from the cup, and you lurched forward, chasing after his lips.

johnny melted into you. his hesitant touch turned greedier, more possessive, mapping your body and pulling you closer into him. his mouth devoured your own, gulping down the pleased little sighs and keens spilling from your lips. he kissed like a man starved, but you weren’t any softer; all nippy and desperate, fingers digging into his hair and fisting at the thin strands.

it was feverish, almost to a boiling point, and you needed more.

god, you needed more.

“johnny,” you mewled when he pulled away just enough to slide his damp lips along the cut of your jaw. “johnny, need you.”

“christ,” johnny sounded so wrecked, his voice rumbling deeply from where his lips were suckling on the soft curve of your neck. “i’ve been dreaming of this, mo luaidh. i knew i shouldn’t but yer so sweet to me and i– i wanted.” he said that word like it was dirty; like he’d been fighting tooth-and-nail to suppress it.

it made you tremble to hear how johnny desired you just as much. he had always felt unobtainable; always danced too far from your grasp and was always bigger than what you knew you could handle — his lovers had always looked divinely; pretty, yes, but fierce in their own right like they knew how to live without johnny; and you know they could, because they didn’t need johnny the way you do. they didn’t look at johnny like you do, like he hung the stars with those thick and aged hands of his.

but as you stood there, feeling every word punctured onto your skin, you couldn’t help but begin to cry, the tears springing from your eyes to slip down your cheeks. johnny rubbed your back, soothing and gentle. 

“i wanted t’take you – make y’all mine,” he whispered. 

you hiccuped, shaky from the weight of your hunger, and nuzzled close. your hands fell from fisting his hair so you could claw at the sharp corners of his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles there rippling, all taut when he bent forward and kissed you.

“please,” you began, feeling your mind thinning because you wanted more. more. more. more. “i can be– johnny, s’always been you. nobody else but you.”

you tugged him away, cupping his jaw and forcing him to look at you. and god, johnny looked so devastatingly beautiful, his eyes all furrowed and his cheeks all flushed, and his lips spit-sheened.

“fuck me,” you whispered, tired of dancing around.

he groaned, something that sounded so pained, before he was tugging you with him, up the stairs and skirting past your room and into his. 

you’ve never been in johnny’s room before, just as he had never been in yours since you moved in, and until now you still don’t know what you had been expecting upon walking in, but the smell of johnny wafting through was almost gut-punching. he smelled so close, like he was everywhere — surrounding you from the ground-up, dousing every pore with him until even your mouth felt full.

and johnny, he smelt like home. 

there were no more words uttered as he stripped you off your pyjamas, sure fingers making their way down the buttons, unlatching them from the hemmed slits. you watched with heavy eyes, blinking slowly like everything had been wrung out of you, leaving you pliant and soft. johnny hummed, appreciative, and mapped kisses from your heaving chest, teeth nipping at the fat, before moving on, sprinkling every expanse of your skin with such reverence. 

your hands were balled to your chest when he reached the jut of your belly, his chin hovering just above your crotch. johnny flicked up his darkened eyes at you, asking silently.

you gave him a nod, not trusting your own voice too.

johnny’s eyes had turned into slits, pleased, and hefted himself up just enough to be able to fit his hands on your hips and tugged your pants down. you shivered, the warmth in his room not enough to suppress the winter chill, and it made you buck into him. johnny comforted you with a quiet shh, rubbing his palm on the pudge of your thigh in soothing circles.

you don’t know why that touch was what did it for you, but soft sobs finally spilled from your mouth, scrunching up the desire into something undeniably frail. johnny didn’t startle though, like he knew that you had been wounding up to this tipping point, and instead continued to touch you tenderly, almost like if he could, he would cradle you close. 

“i love you,” you said, sniffling, because that was the crux of your vulnerability, right?

you love him. god, you love him. 

you’ve loved him since the day he sat you down for dinner and told you that you’ve got nothing to worry about, not anymore and not with him around. you’ve loved him since the day he flipped the den so you can have your own space for work; don’t mind the fact that he didn’t know if you were going to even stay, just that he insisted that you deserved that room either way. you’ve loved him since that swiss chocolate, since that cup of coffee, since he’s begun filling your painfully lonely days with his care. 

you’ve loved him since and now—

“oh, mo graidh,” johnny breathed out. “i love you too.” he kissed your thigh, scruff ticklish. “gu siorraidh is gu brath.”

you wanted to ask what that meant but johnny was already moving, sitting back up to strip out of his own shirt. you trailed your eyes down his body, capturing your trembling lips between your teeth at how breathtaking he was — soft with fat but still heavy with muscles, fuzzy with hair with the smattering pooling just underneath his belly button before trailing down to where they were hidden underneath his pants. 

you twitched before finally braving enough to reach out and brush your knuckle over the indents of his softened abs. johnny hummed, something that curled with appreciation, before covering your hand with his and holding it there. 

“all of me s’yers, hen,” he said with such finality that you felt it settle deep within the marrows of your bones. 

you nodded, emotionally spent and johnny lilted something else in scottish, so soft that it was almost a croon. you let him manhandle you — pushing your hips up so he could slot a pillow under for your back; you were so malleable to his touch as he took over, bending once again for a kiss while his fingers danced past the laces of your panties and into the damp heat of your pussy. 

you moaned, eyelashes fluttering when he pressed one in, so careful and slow, but you were so wet that it slid in with no resistance, gobbling it up knuckle-deep. johnny had groaned like he could feel your rising euphoria, before nosing along your temple as he wiggled the finger around, stroking at your walls. you wondered if he was going to tease but then he was pulling it out, only to plunge two in the next thrust, curling and stretching, and oh—

oh, ssss’good.

you don’t even remember how long he’d been spearing you with his thicker fingers, rough and long and reaching far, far deeper than you could with your own, but you laid there, sobbing, feeling your slick slip out, pooling, making a mess of your thighs and his sheets. johnny had moved from suckling on your neck to taking a nipple in his mouth, teeth softly gnashing at the bud. you felt like you were on fire, burning from your core, aching for a release. 

“cum f’me, m’eudail,” johnny groaned, breathless himself, his cock poking underneath his boxers, the fabric all wet from where his tip was, leaking pearled pre-. “let me see you.”

“johnny, i’m gonna– i’m–!” you squealed, legs jumping, squeezing johnny’s sides as you jolted, hips twitching at the bloating ecstasy. johnny just pushed down on your thigh, not letting up with the pace of his fingers. he was fucking you so hard that his hand’s slapping against your skin, his palm grinding down on your clit just right, and the pleasure sizzled into something biting. into something that was almost painful.

it was catastrophic, pulling you into two directions. johnny’s everywhere — his scent in your lungs, his fingers deep in your pussy, his mouth hot and wet on your tits, and like this, like this, you felt yourself breaking. 

ripping—

then, your orgasm was punched out of you. 

your senses had gone awry — throat throbbing as you cried out, your eyes going blind as they rolled into your skull at the final curl of johnny’s fingers. white noise filled your ears, and it was like you were submerged underneath water, wading through the crashing tides of your climax.

you came back to johnny peppering your face with soft kisses, whispering something you couldn’t decipher past the croon of your name and something like you did good and so beautiful. he’d already pulled his fingers out, and used both arms to cradle you close. you felt so empty — god, that wasn’t even his cock, yet — but your body thrummed pleasantly, almost like the itch was finally scratched. 

“johnny?” you puffed out, voice all scratchy and weak. 

“i’m here, bon. i’m here.”

you hummed, curling into his chest, head pillowed by his arm. you wanted to ask what about his own euphoria, but johnny seemed so content just laying there with you, not really desperate or needy, so you let it go, losing the battle against your drowsiness before finally slipping into a quiet sleep. 

.

johnny’s there for your graduation, carrying a big bouquet of only eden roses. you didn’t even know that those particular ones were expensive until someone from the graduation party oohed and aahed to their friend. 

your cheeks burned when their friend chirped, “well someone’s clearly loved.”

you know that what they said would have had johnny agreeing loudly if he was allowed in the lineup because he is never one to be shy about what he feels; or not anymore, anyway. he loves so fully and openly that you still wonder why it took the two of you so long to get together, but the days since then had just been kind and filling that you have long forgotten how it was to not be with him. 

they’re going to call your name soon, and your stomach swoops, excitement and anxiety mixing in a dizzying tandem. 

you’re graduating with a bachelor’s degree in psychology and a diploma in early childhood education, and this is not where you thought you would be when you first started university, but it’s the happiest you have ever been. and sure much of your poli-sci courses were scrapped when you changed majors, and that’s also a lot of money wasted, but you have three job opportunities lined up already and it’s like the seismic shift in your life had finally corrected itself. 

(your mom said she’s sorry that she and your pa couldn’t come, but you’ve stopped longing for their acceptance and told her it was fine.

there’s a date saved in your calendar, though, for a brunch with her and that was enough.)

you ducked into johnny’s arms when the graduation ceremony ended, careful of the bouquet he’s holding. 

“congratulations, bonnie,” he says, a hearty laugh rumbling from his chest. “christ, i’m so, so proud of you.”

you never pegged yourself for a crybaby, but tears begin to pool in the corners of your eyes at the weight of his words. 

“thank you,” you reply, soft and raw, and honest. 

johnny pulls you in, his lips warm as they’re pressed on your forehead. 

and this, just like this, you know things will only get better from here on out. 

[listofwhyyouloveher]

can you do a curtis sister imagine (older than pony younger than soda) and she is stunning and all the boys at school are obsessed with her and always talking to her and asking her out and the gang hates it because shes their baby!!

Summary: The gang sees you get hit on

Warnings: none

Authors note: none

Everything about you exuded beauty, the way you smiled and how you hair fell about your shoulder. You were, perhaps, seen as the prettiest girl in your school, and while you could flaunt it, you preferred being humble about it.

The sun beat down on your face, illuminating your soft lines and plump lips. You peered down the street to watch for oncoming cars, the gang following in stringing clusters behind you.

It was the first week of summer break, and Darry decided to take you all to a small beach village as a nice vacation and because the weather was so nice.

You shielded your eyes from the bright sunlight and crossed the open road to the pier that overlooked the sea. You could hear the waves crash against the rocks and the hoots and holler of the gang. A blond boy stepped up to you, eyes squinted because of the sun. He smiled at you, his freckled cheeks dusted with a pink blush.

"Hello?" You smiled, shining like a pearl.

"Hello," He smiled back, "You from around here?"

Your lips drew back into a thin line, annoyed at the attempt.

"No," You stated plainly, turning back to the sea. The gang filed in behind you, watching the young boy with a mixture of emotions but none, you could sense, we're good.

"Well, I could introduce you to the place," He gestured out to the village and you shook your head.

"Not interested, thank you," You said, and Soda patted your shoulder.

"You sure? I'm pretty well-versed in this area," He smiled again.

"Kid, she said no, beat it," Dallas said, lighting a cancer stick and letting the smoke curl in the sea breeze.

"Yeah man, back off my sister," Sodapop clicked his tongue I'm annoyance.

"Chill man," the boy raised his hands in surrender before walking away.

"This girl gets hit on everywhere we go," Two Bit remarked, lazily looking out over to the sea.

"Yeah, it's really annoying" Ponyboy grumbled. You laughed lightheartedly and continued walking down the pier.

"Hey, if a guy every bothers you like that again, come tell me, alright?" Darry patted your shoulder.

"See, I wouldn't mind getting hit on like Y/n" Steve said, taking off his obnoxious sunglasses that he swore made him "look cool".

"I would," Johnny remarked, walking alongside you.

"I mind when it's my damn sister getting hit on," Sodapop adjusted his hat, the coastal winds ruffling his hair.

"Oh please, it's fine," You shook your head and laughed.

"Seriously, kid, if someone bothers you like that, you come tell us" Two Bit looked you in the eye, his serious face catching slightly off guard.

"Alright" You gave him a soft smile.

"Promise?" Steve nudged You.

"Of course,"

[rcdaryl]

Wondering if anyone could write a story about childhood friends!Simon x reader where reader became a popular singer known for their sad romantic songs because it was all about their childhood(crush) friend that separated from Simon leaving for the military.

A song that's titled 'Simon Said' to remember all the promises of a better life together when they're older that Simon said to reader when they were suffering under their respective family's abuse.

Reader's popularity goes up because of this song, to the point that the 141 hears it on the radio somewhere and Simon would either hear Johnny humming a tune or Kyle playing it in the car, wondering why this tune was playing so often.

And maybe, just maybe, Simon and Reader meet again, having their promised life together.

Based on I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE By Tyler the Creator, feat Brent Faiyaz & Fana Hues on the last few verses,

I wish we had better timing,

I'll save a dance just for you.

So don't forget about me, ba-ba-ba-da...

[laswells-ashtray]

Woke up with thoughts, here I am here with ROLEPLAY with the COD couples.

Alerudy would get a massive kick out of Father Vargas/Seminarian Parra. Alejandro may only be a smidge older than Rudy but he's hanging on to that difference, that's why he gets to be FATHER Vargas. Personally I also get they'd like to pretend to be typical trades- plumber, mechanic, pizza boy. "Oh, you don't have the cash? Come here Cariño, let's work out a payment plan"

NIKPRICE - I want Nik to absolutely need to play as a pool boy in those teeny little shorts, his fluffy chest and belly out, aviators on in the sun while John sits back and pretends to be the lonely and bored house husband he works for. Alternatively, I think these two would absolutely go to a bar, pretend they don't know one another and try to pick one another up like it's the first time again.

Laswell and her lovely wife....I want to see Laswell when Sarah brings out a maid costume, bustling about with a feather duster and little apron while Laswell is on a video call with the Taskforce, Sarah definitely dusting the lower shelves to reveal the goods while Laswell can only watch. I kinda also wanna see Laswell take on CEO/Subordinate where SARAH is the CEO and as the new intern she's gotta make that deadline happen (making her wife cum in under five minutes because their food is being delivered)

Ghoap aren't ever beating the horror baddie/final boy allegations. They've got a collection of costumes, a dozen outdoor locations and some props that may not actually be fake. Selfishly want to have Johnny hunting Simon in the woods while Simon wears something red. It's enrichment time for the big bad wolf.

Faralexgaz where her boys are her knights, her twin Mandalorians, her playthings in a harem, her gladiators. In every situation she is their queen, their centre of the universe and they're all to happy to be there. If Alex ever convinces Farah to dress as Princess Leia (any costume) then we can safely say he's over the moon.

Graves likes that domestic stuff so put him in an apron and put him to work as a free use little husband for the shadows to play with. I also feel like he'd get a kick out of playing as a hero with a rescued civilian or as a cowboy with the "innocent" ranch owner's grown son/daughter.

Thoughts?

I'm gonna start referring to you as the angel of my inbox because this was some kind of Holy pick me up after the day I've been having.

Father Vargas had me walking away to hit my vape because Jesus fuck. Yeah. God, this is fucking diabolical and I love it.

Alejandro and Rudy are well-versed in religious roleplay to the point of giving themselves lore for it. Seminarian Rudy, who can't decipher his faith in the lord and his faith in Father Vargas because the longer he spends tutelage their word holds the same value in his eyes. Father Vargas who's very job it is to test his willingness to commit to his faith and how else can he go about it but tempt him with the pleasures of the flesh.

I think their go-to after that is mechanic because I'm a big believer in biker! Rudy. Rudy plays the mechanic, Alejandro plays the naive and new-to-the-biking-world customer who's getting ripped off and pays for it by sucking his mechanic's cock.

Pool boy Nikolai. Jesus. Tiny shorts that hug his arse and the hair on his chest damp after he gets out of the pool, tits soaking... Christ.

That one is surprisingly John's idea when they're away on holiday, renting out a place with Nik's money and they have nothing better to do but fuck. And Nikolai is committed to playing the part as he tries to woo John because who could ever let such a man go to waste. They're lucky that there's no one staying close enough to them to hear John moaning or see him with his cock out as Nik treats him to a three-fingered massage.

The bar is Nikolai's idea because he knows John will automatically default to playing interested and a little mean because at first the idea will make him feel silly, but as he gets into the role he'll like playing the bitch. Nikolai knows he will, and he knows himself well enough to know that when they're in an alleyway, grinding against each other like two horny teenagers he'll enjoy watching John's face as he cums in his pants.

It's not often that people send me asks using Sarah where they characterise her 100% correctly but this feels like you've peeled her from my brain and pasted her into the ask.

The maid dress stops halfway down her ass cheeks, so the only reasonable course of action is to bend over and clean the lowest shelves she can find. Maybe even feign embarrassment as Kate's eyes trail over her and land on the lacy red panties she's wearing and how they're damp against her cunt. God, how could she forget to dress properly under her uniform when cleaning for such a woman. Kate ends the videocall claiming a family emergency, everyone but John believes it but he's not stupid enough to call her out.

Kate plays the bumbling, nervous intern well. Dropping papers and leaning over to pick them up, forgetting that her shirt isn't buttoned properly and giving Sarah a perfect opportunity to glance at how her intern forgot to wear a bra that morning if the clamps on her nipples are anything to go by. And if Kate ends up on her back on her bosses desk with Sarah sitting on her face, then that's just what the job entails. Her lips are wet as she greets the delivery driver for their takeout, she prays it can be mistaken as lipgloss.

Horror allegations for Ghoap are real, they're both like that.

Simon, who's white tank top is damn near shredded on his chest so it does little to cover his nipples. Or the bite marks around them. And, he can't untie the red shirt from around his waist because it's hiding the hunting knife he has to carry because these woods are dangerous.

Big bad wolf Johnny doesn't seem to agree when he bunches up the red fabric and uses it to gag Simon, or when he stabs the knife through his tank top and pins him to the ground so that he can have his way with him.

The fucking gladiators. Oh my God.

Queen Farah who demands that her best gladiators fight to the death for her affections. Gladiators Gaz and Alex who fight and swing at each other until hair gets pulled and suddenly they're grinding against each other, making out like sloppy drunks as their hands slip under gear.

Farah has to remind them whose affection they're fighting for, and as it's only fair, they combine their efforts in speaking her pleasure. What better offering to a queen than to let her watch one of her greatest fighters frantically thrusting into her, brainless in his attempt to please her as his opponent mouths at her tits and drags her fingers in slow circles over her clit.

Graves gets off on the free-use little house husband fantasy because as a man who's always in charge of his people and leading something, be forced into a position where he does nothing but what he's told and he takes what he's given is ideal for him.

Doesn't matter who it is, if it's one of his Shadows who wants to bend him over a countertop and make him take her strap or if it's one who wants to push him onto the couch on his back and ride his cock for all he's worth. He'll take it and he'll like it. Maybe he wants one of them to force him onto his knees and choke on her cock without letting him lift a hand to get himself off. Only for the next Shadow to walk in and coo at him, cum dripping down his chin and with his cock's weeping tip dampening his apron and take mercy on him by making him cum. And then again. And again. Until he's teary-eyed, chest jumping with pathetic little gaspy breathes as he tries to escape the onslaught of stimulation.

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Notes from tonight’s show I took!

Act 1:

- Jena Ace is def like a little sister to dally but an older sister to pony

- Jena Ace constantly pats people on the back or shoulder, very physically affectionate Ace, like those ARE her brothers

- AJG fully turned and did the “for bein too goddamn handsome” line to the audience

- During GGAH, dally said “oh yeah pick up my paycheck” in a mocking voice while rubbing the bat

- Josh Pony is SO 14 during Darrel’s verse of GGAH, like when Darrel first put his arm around pony, he sorta relaxed into it then pushed him away like he was super annoyed

- During RITF, when everyone comes in, Jena was leaning back against Jordan

- During the bedroom scene, when soda did the “544 fucking pages line”, Josh smiled and then soda smiled cause he made pony smile

- During the “cause you’re so brainy” soda was kinda stroking Pony’s face with his finger and tapped his nose before putting his hand down

- After great expectations, when he was hanging on the side, Josh lifted his t-shirt and kinda wiped his eyes

- Marcia LOVES grabbing Trip by the front of his shirt

- Josh’s face after the slap. Heartbreaking. He just held his hand to his face and stared at Darrel with the most hurt expression

- “What the hell do you think you’re doing hanging around this ignorant piece of shit”

- In faft, Josh!Pony is starstruck and has so much love for Johnny

- Johnny playing with the knife at the start of FAFT vs Pony messing with it during DAMD

- Ponyboy’s face when Johnny starts singing FAFT with him is so relieved and hopeful

- Hailey’s booth vocals were SO clear during RRB

Act 2:

- Josh pulling off the wig during JFT was so weird to watch, like the yellow wig was just under the normal one

- At the start of the soc bit of JFT, Chet, Paul, and Brill were all kneeling and looking down at Bob’s grave

- Josh’s delivery of “following me” in DAMD was so good and felt like a gut punch

- When Johnny did his “the heck you talking about”, he kinda tapped Pony’s shoe to get his attention

- After Johnny died, Ace wrapped her arms around Ponyboy and held him until soda came and took over

- Josh’s little brother monologue was INSANE and the emotion was phenomenal

- When soda came over to the car during HTH, Ace was sitting between Darrel’s legs and kinda resting her head on his knee

- Ponyboy’s blame towards himself and self hatred was so glaringly obvious during the first hospital scene

- Ponyboy’s hand was wrapped identically to Soda’s for the rumble

- Ponyboy’s position when he was sitting in front of the hospital bed during hopeless war perfectly paralleled his position when he’s holding Johnny’s clothes before stay gold

- during hopeless war, when Chet came over to Paul, Paul put his arm around Chet to kinda support him

- Brent and Jasons’s emotions during the soda’s breakdown and final brothers scenes were incredible

- When everyone looks at Bob in the finale, he grinned and kinda laughed while looking at Cole

[bobsbagofmeth]

𝐏𝐁&𝐉𝐉 જ⁀➴ 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐔

𝐉𝐨𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 - “𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲”

The quiet one with the loudest fan base. Joaquin’s all sun-warmed skin, sleepy grins, and lyrics that sound like they were written on the back of a love letter. He’s the kind of boy who lets the others talk over him in interviews, then sings the verse that makes everyone cry in the car at midnight. He’s got that effortless Harry Styles feel: charming, soft, but always a little out of reach. Somehow shy and magnetic at the same time. The type to write a love song and never admit who it's about.

“He said his favorite sound is the moment right before you laugh.”

Age: 19

Nicknames: Joa, JT, Pretty Boy

Gender/Pronouns: Cis male (he/him)

Sexuality: Bisexual (leans emotionally to guys more, physically to girls—overall a complete lover boy)

Close Friends

Peter Parker (like a little brother)

Johnny Storm (chaotic duo)

Bob Reynolds (very flirty friendship—fans ship them HARD)

Likes

Journaling

Thrift stores

Indie records

Polaroids

Late-night drives

Slow dances even when there’s no music

Dislikes

Loud arguments

Being rushed

Industry drama

When fans put the boys against each other

Personality

Warm & Grounded, with a genuine energy that makes everyone feel seen-he’s the one who always stops for fans, remembers their names, and signs the last poster even if he’s late to soundcheck.

Flirt without trying, has that slow blink, head tilt, and “you’re the only one in the room” look. His charm isn’t loud but it’s dangerously subtle.

Protective older brother energy toward Peter, but gets flustered when Johnny teases him back.

Appearance & Style

Floppy curls that fans want to run their fingers through (and that Johnny tries to mess up before interviews).

Soft brown eyes that always look like they’re hiding something.

Wears open shirts, bandanas, sports jerseys, rings, and jewelry gifted by fans. Never the same outfit twice on stage—always styled but effortless.

Has a tiny bird tattoo on his collarbone that peeks out when he performs. No one knows its meaning.

How He Smells

Vanilla, warm sandalwood, and fresh laundry—like a hug you never want to end.

Occasionally mixed with citrus or coffee depending on the season.

The kind of scent that lingers on someone’s pillow or hoodie long after he’s gone.

Little Quirks

Talks with his hands, especially when excited.

Always carries a leather notebook full of lyrics, doodles, and the occasional pressed flower from fans.

Likes to nap in weird places—backstage storage closets, under coat racks, on top of Johnny, or with his head in Bob’s lap.

Taps his fingers on his mic during interviews when he’s nervous.

Has a habit of kissing his necklace before going on stage for good luck.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

When I was younger I never felt like I was anyone’s favorite. My sister was my dad’s favorite, and my brother was my mother’s favorite. But then I got older, and me and my sister got closer. And I realize that now I’m her favorite, and that just makes my inner child so happy because I’m someone’s favorite for once.

And idk WHY but I think this could apply to the Curtis brothers.

Hi anon, I'm so sorry for the late reply, my life is hectic as hell right now.

I kind of relate to this, not that my parents have favourites so much, but me and my younger brothers are always and forever locked in a war to be our older brother's favourite.

I think in terms of Outsiders verse it's kind of implied that Ponyboy was the 'odd one out' in the Curtis family (Johnny mentions Darry acted like their mother but looked like their dad, and Soda looked like their mom but acted like their dad), HOWEVER, I think this might not have played out in the family dynamic as Soda and Darry being the favourites. I think Darry was their dad's favourite, and while I don't think Mr.Curtis would be blatant about it, I think the fact he and Darry were so close and Darry always wanted to be just like him would make it clear to Soda and Pony there was a bond there that they didn't/would never have with their father. And Pony was the baby. Moms often get really attached to their youngest kids because its their 'last chance' to see their kids so, well, everything. Last baby things, last first steps, last first day of school, etc. So I could see Mrs. Curtis' kind of falling prey to this mentality, and Pony being her favourite, especially since Pony is the youngest of the gang and would probably stay with her while Darry and maybe Soda got to do 'big kid stuff'.

But Soda? Sodapop Patrick Curtis? People pleaser extrodinaire? he's the quintessential middle child struggling with mental health issues and a learning disability in a time where neither of those were properly adressed. Sure, his parents loved him but he knew he wasn't either of their favourites, even if Mr and Mrs Curtis treated them all the same. So when PONYBOY starts following him around at age two? When he chooses to run to SODA after a nightmare instead of mom? When he gets a little older and tells soda about the kids who are being mean to him at school? Soda's heart is GONE. Pony stole it, because Pony CHOSE him. Soda is used to being Steve's favourite, but he is used to being overlooked by his own family, until Ponyboy comes along and makes it clear from day one that Soda is his hero, his unequivocal FAVOURITE? Yeah, Soda was done for. And when their parents died? The only reason Soda didn't sink into despair or turn to booze as a way to cope was because Pony still looked at him like a hero, maybe even more so than before, and Soda couldn't let him down. He couldn't do anything that might jeapordize Pony looking at him like that. Because Pony CHOSE him, and Soda couldn't handle a reality where he wasn't Pony's favourite anymore, because being Pony's favourite is half of what keeps him sane.

Thanks for the ask xx

[maaskuline]

OK SO. i wanted to put together some different verses & AUs that i could potentially use for Johnny here!! :D there's a lot of different possibilities to be had with him, so this list may be changed & updated as time goes on!

also definitely feel free to tell me if you wanna explore any of these with ur muse if any of it catches ur attention!!

STANDARD / CROSSOVER: This is just your regular ol' Johnny Bravo. Nothing out of the ordinary here! He can be just about anywhere in his 20's here. This will be the go-to verse for threads unless specified otherwise. ( TAG — VERSE: Crossover )

TUMBLR JOHNNY: This is a special Johnny. :) Still your classic, regular Johnny Bravo by all accounts, same as above—however, it's more interactive! For example, say Johnny gets a lot of anonymous messages and questions and such, and he gives an IC response! NPC characters can also thrive here, so you could get as creative with it as you want. Occasionally, I'll also post my own writing drabbles or have fun events to go along with it, much like this therapy session drabble i wrote here! In essence there really isn't ANY verse attached to this one, and you could possibly even apply this to other verses instead if it could be applicable! ( TAG — VERSE: TBA )

TEEN: In this verse, Johnny will be his teenage self! Which can be anywhere from 13 – 17. Here, he is NOT as buff as he is now (except for age 17, specifically); in fact, he was actually quite scrawny as a teenager! It was also the 1980's when he was a teen, however that part can be optional if you'd prefer. ( TAG — VERSE: Teenage Johnny )

OLDER: For this verse, Johnny can be anywhere in his 40's - 50's. Older Johnny's character can vary a little depending on the setting and thread. Here's a post describing my general concept for a middle-aged Johnny! ( TAG — VERSE: Older Johnny)

POKEMON: Here, Johnny is a Pokemon trainer (team TBA)! But despite what you might assume... he's not really much of a fan of battling. Not to say that he won't battle if put to the challenge, but he's actually more of a fan of contests himself—in which he instructs his Pokemon to show off their moves, literally and figuratively! You know, all for show, baby! ( TAG — VERSE: Pokemon Trainer Johnny )

STEVEN UNIVERSE: Rather than your typical gem AU... Johnny is still a human in this verse, and lives at Beach City. He's still his regular self, essentially—however, he is exclusively looking to date gems. He's not interested in any human woman! He wants those foxy space mamas! He reasons it's because he wants to be included in fun alien adventures, and have the opportunity to travel space. And what better way to do that than by bagging an alien babe? He... doesn't have much luck in his romantic pursuits so far, though. ( TAG — VERSE: Steven Universe Johnny )

THE LAST OF US: Okay, basically, imagine Johnny's in the place of Joel in TLOU! If you've got a child muse, they could potentially fill the role of Ellie—however, if not, the "Ellie" role will instead go to Little Suzy! Keep in mind, please, that I'm only going off of the TV show version of TLOU here, so I am not familiar with the games or the full story yet! ( TAG — VERSE: TLOU Johnny )

EVIL HENCHMAN: Got an evil villain character of some sort? Johnny could be their henchman, if you'd like! Just know that he's not a very GOOD one, and will probably mess up all your plans by complete accident. Often makes a good "foil" character in this regard. ( TAG — VERSE: Henchman Johnny )

MEDIEVAL / KNIGHT: Based on an idea with @riiese ! Here, Johnny's a knight in the Medieval era! I imagine instead of sunglasses, he wears a big ol' helmet that covers his eyes and the gigantic pomdadour is still just hiding under there LOL. He goes around saving "maidens in distress," and thwarting any foe that stands in his way, in his... own goofy, cartoonish ways. ( TAG — VERSE: Sir Bravo the Brave )

PRINCE: Similar to the Knight AU, this verse may typically take place in the Medieval era, or any other old-timey era where princes would be a thing. Here, Johnny is royalty, and an heir to his mother, Queen Bunny! He desperately searches for a princess so that he won't have to assume the throne all by himself someday. ( TAG — VERSE: Prince Johnmark )

TOUR ROADIE: Based on an idea with @burnlikeme & @mfniccals ! Johnny is a tour roadie, riding around with singers & musicians as they perform around the world. He is not a celebrity himself, but is extremely starstruck around them, and hopes that this could be his ticket to stardom if he plays his cards right! ( TAG — VERSE: Tour Roadie Johnny )

MILITARY / G.U.N: Based on an idea with @drrobctnik ! Here, Johnny's a new recruit in the military. He's just gotten his beloved hair shaved—which may not seem like a big deal to most, but to Johnny it's like the end of the world, and because he initially put up such a resistance to it he's already on bad terms with some of his higher-ups and peers. ( TAG — VERSE: Military Johnny )

BABYSITTER: Got a child muse that could use a babysitter? Look no further! Johnny's got you covered. He may be in over his head, however, as Johnny has little experience with kids and is prone to making plenty of mistakes. It's worth noting that this verse happens to take place in Johnny's late twenties to early thirties (28 – 33 years old), sometime after his mama has passed away. ( TAG — VERSE: Babysitter Johnny )

STUNT DOUBLE: Based on my own personal story for Johnny, in which he briefly works as a stunt double for movies & actors for a time! He's not much of a celebrity himself—he merely works for them. And like his Tour Roadie verse, he's absolutely starstruck to be around them! However, it's worth noting that this verse happens to take place in Johnny's late twenties to early thirties (28 – 33 years old), sometime after his mama has passed away. ( TAG — VERSE: Stunt Double Johnny )

WAITER: Same as above, based on my own person story for Johnny—but here, he works as a waiter at a 5-star restaurant for cuisine of various Asian cultures. It's worth noting that this verse happens to take place in Johnny's late twenties to early thirties (28 – 33 years old), sometime after his mama has passed away. ( TAG — VERSE: Waiter Johnny )

CASHIER: Here, Johnny works as a cashier at a music shop! He's starting to realize he may be a bit out of touch with what everyone likes in their music nowadays—he's got some old-school tastes himself, which gives him a harder time if the more modern crowd were to ask him for music recommendations. It's worth noting that this verse happens to take place in Johnny's late twenties to early thirties (28 – 33 years old), sometime after his mama has passed away. ( TAG — VERSE: Cashier Johnny )

[cherrydipp]

HI guys i’m here to yap about the symbolism of paul singing solo in justice for tulsa. adjusts my tie okay here i go.

Paul singing in Justice for Tulsa is SO important. Him being the only soc (besides Cherry) to sing/speak is basically showing how he is leading the group. He is taking on the role of “pack leader” literally immediately after Bob’s death. When you dive deeper into this fact, or honestly from first glance, it’s SYMBOLIC and crucial to the storytelling. Paul is (was) is Bob’s right-hand man — his best friend out of all the boys.

However, stay with me here, he is also the eldest member of their little group. He is the adult, hence why the cops go to and interrogate him first. He is the adult, so all of the socs are looking at him for what to do next, waiting to see what’s the next move. Bob had always been the one organizing everything, so now the responsibility as well as all eyes fall on Paul. He is practically the gang’s big brother when you think about it.

None of the socs weren’t going to accuse Cherry or even bother her in the beginning. The girls understood she was grieving (for goodness sake she just like her boyfriend), and the guys well. They’re the guys. This all changed during Justice for Tulsa when Cherry goes “You were only having fun?” accusing the boys of starting it. The music changes and so does Paul’s voice — he goes from sorrow to angry. His reply is him initiating the revolt (don’t think that’s the right word but we ball) against Cherry.

The socs are drawn to side with him. Beverly suddenly removes her comforting hands away from Cherry and instead goes to join her boyfriend beside Paul. Even Marcia is contemplating what to do. His rage is transferred onto the others as his tone of voice/singing becomes more directed and bitter. They are so quick to believe him when he says Cherry held Ponyboy’s hand (even though we as the audience know he is gaslighting her), and quickly turn against the girl as well.

Paul CONTINUES to get louder as the song goes on, the entire verse after “Bob didn't need to die!” (which is his snapping point, where the line of not targetting her has officially been crossed. Marcia joined the others and Cherry left the scene) is him practically SCREAMING. His mic is turned up and the others become an ensemble with him as the lead, chanting the same phrases as him. This further proves how he became their new leader.

ALSO not to mention when he was being interrogated by the cops, he was NOT afraid to give up Ponyboy and Johnny. He actually says their names as soon as he asked. With that, he also tries to get Cherry to back him up and tell the police it was them two, despite her not even being there when he was murdered. He nudges her and eggs her on because he KNOWS she is not going to crack. She is going to resist releasing any information because she knows the type of person Bob was (hence why she dumped him). Although, if anyone can break her, it’s going to be Paul. He’s going to intimidate her and get the others to as well, which they don’t even need to be told, they just DO it.

As he gets closer while singing “You should be as mad as me, at the senseless tragedy,” she backs away MUCH like she did when Bob was yelling at her after the Drive-In. When the ensemble joins in, Brill gets real close to her and tries to take Bob’s jacket from her grasp, which she retaliates and immediately pulls back.

Basically, what I’m trying to get at is that Paul became the king of the socs after Bob died. They looked to him for guidance, whether it be because they were scared, see him as an older brother, or even were just completely lost. He was the most responsible.

okay baiii

[holeintheboat]

The Outsiders Mafia AU (Headcanons)

!!WARNING: This may contain some spoilers!!!

-Johnny loves Jazz (blues are a close second)

-Darrel is called ‘Superman’ because he once stopped mid getaway to help a woman cross the street

-The entire mafia group worships Frank Sinatra

-Tim got his scar in a violent one-on-one fight with Dallas, which also led to him losing the eye

-Johnny is a FANTASTIC cook, and shares his love through food

-Ponyboy used to watch a ton of Mafia/Secret Agent movies to ‘study’ for his future job

-The Shepherds are all from Sicily, and lived there for most of their teen years

-Johnny learned to speak several languages so that he make international deals

-Angela puts hours of efforts into her curls, and once killed a man for trying to run his fingers through them to flirt

-Curly prides himself in his height, he grew to the same height as Tim just a year before the events of ‘No Permanent Death’ and loves to remind everyone

-Johnny actually has a hatred for alcohol, but drinks it (or pretends to) to make himself seem older

-Tim will only ever drink beer

-Dallas became an assassin because he wanted to be like Charlie Chan and almost quit when he realized the man was, in fact, not an assassin

-Johnny has faked his own death about six times, and has gotten creepily good at it

-Darry hates swearing, and only does it when he’s very very upset

-Darrel is the only Curtis who can speak more than just English, He learned Italian so he could understand exposed messages within the Mob

-Dallas has actually run into the Shepherds several times, he never realized Johnny was Bambi because usually the boss doesn’t participate in the fights

-The socs do exist in this universe!! Most of them are businessmen/women who the mob has killed :P

-Sylvia also exists!! She is Dally’s ex-girlfriend, she left him after she figured out he kills people for a living

-Soda and Steve are still dating Evie and Sandy in this verse. Sandy isn’t aware of what Soda does, Evie actually is also a member of the mob and often helped out Steve at work

-When Mr.Shepherd died, all of his jewelry was given to Johnny because he was taking his place. The only thing he kept was a ring (a thick, gold, engraved ring with a red ruby) the rest was given to the Shepherds to disperse amongst themselves

-The Shepherds each got one ear pierced when they were teens to be more like their father

-Johnny sees the Shepherds as his equals, which is the reason they all dress similarly. This is also why it doesn’t occur to someone that he is the boss.

-Angelas callsign “Bella” comes from the word Bello: which means Beautiful in Italian

-Johnny once shot a very important client just because they shoved Curly

-Curly is actually really bad at his job, but gets away with it because of pure luck

-Soda got the name ‘Dice’ because he's known for taking chances on the job

-Johnny called Tim ‘Scarface’ after he lost his eye in an attempt to raise his spirits, and the name just stuck

-Tim has a glass eye, but often takes it out because he thinks its funny how grossed out his coworkers get

-Johnny wanted to be a musician, and can play the sax and guitar (he couldn’t decide if he wanted to be Louis Armstrong or Chuck Berry lmao)

-Curly wholeheartedly thought he and Johnny were related for most of his life, because he wasn’t on the mission where they found him

-Johnny gives out most of the nicknames, he was actually the first person to call Darry ‘Superman’

-The Sicilian Mafia is usually very specific about only letting in Italians. Johnny called bullshit on this, and that's how Steve(slick) and Buck(comma) got put in

-Steve used to work at the DX, he got invited in to the mafia because he was the only one who was willing to take Johnny’s car (all of his former coworkers thought a scruffy child with a century old car wouldn’t pay well)

-Buck got invited in after Tim and Johnny saw a man throw a drink on him (he beat the man to a pulp and Johnny said he had good enough aim to work for them)

-Angela LOVES compliments (She forces her brothers to hype her up 24/7)

-Johnny holds large dinners with everyone who works under him once a month to get to know them. The reason so many people are willing to take orders from him is because they know he’s the kindest boss they’ll get

-Tim is incredibly well-versed in dressing wounds, it's become somewhat of his job

-Curly cannot aim for shit, and has repeatedly just handed the gun to someone else

-The Curtis’s used to have a dog before Ponyboy was born, but they had to get rid of it to be able to pay for his upbringing

-Curly is known for full-on tackling people in fights, which actually works incredibly well

-Johnny is a horrible driver and has hit several pedestrians, animals, and trees (and got very upset after each one)

-Ponyboy has a binder that he uses as a dairy, he had pages dating back to his parents death

-Curly once tried to tackle Darry on a mission, Darry then simply pulled him off and tossed him out of the room

-Darrel refuses to do any work that involves a woman, and has lost to the Shepherds several times because he wouldn’t detain Angela

-Soda once drove a getaway car straight into the side of a building, and it almost got him and Darry killed

-Johnny paid for Steve to get braces, and he had the nickname ‘Lock Jaw’ for a VERY long time

-The Curtis’s often have movie nights!!

-Johnny refuses to hurt children, and often makes someone take the kid to another room if they do anything violent

-Ponyboy LOVES the arts, and his knowledge of Italian literature and art has saved him many times

-Angela is an excellent baker, and often tries to get her brothers to help her (they fuck it up every single time)

-Ponyboy still has nightmares in this universe, and has climbed into Soda/Darrys bed several times

-Darry hates that Pony often sees him as the bad guy, but knows he has to be to keep him safe

-Johnny is known for having an odd sense of humor and it has almost gotten him killed a million times

-Tim has “la famiglia” tattooed on his right bicep, with three little hearts under it (very similar to the one his father has on his neck)

-Though Steve doesn’t have and important role in the Mafia, him and Johnny are very good friends

-Tim is what's known as the ‘consigliere’ which means he serves as an adviser to the leader and resolves disputes within the family. (Johnny refused to make anyone the underboss because he didn’t like to think of any of them beneath him in rank)

-Ponyboy is a stargazer

-Johnny was been confused for a girl several times due to his long hair, but he refuses to cut it

-Tim gets very upset when people flirt with Angela (he’s the definition of a over-protective older brother)

-Johnny has never dated anyone- he knows whomever they are will be put in danger, and he doesn’t like the thought of people he loves fearing for their lives

-Soda once got a concussion because he ran into a wall during a chase with Curly, Curly only remembers him as ‘the wall kisser’

-The Shepherds all have a violent hatred for Ponyboy because Johnny told them about what happened in the first chapter (though Johnny has never spoken about him with even an ounce of malice)

-Darrel has been shot many times, so much so that the hospital knows him by name

-Johnny can’t stand hospitals because his parents once left him at one for three weeks. So even if he is on his damn deathbed he will NEVER go to one

-Just about everyone in the Mafia is not proud to be in it, but they all know it’s the best thing they can do with their backgrounds

-Buck and Johnny are rather close, and Buck often makes him fake drinks (ones without alcohol) because he knows how much the boy hates it

-Darry and Soda are both REALLY into cars. it’s actually helped them a lot in car chases, because they can always remember the make and model of the car

-The Shepherd Family was actually not very well known until Johnny took over, but he still worships Mr.Shepherd as if he’s the most famous man on earth

-most named characters has been to prison at one point (aside from Angela, Curly, Ponyboy, and Darrel)

-The job as Boss is incredibly stressful, and Tim has taken over for Johnny on several occasions

-Tim taught Angela, Curly, and Johnny hand-to-hand combat. He’ll often brag about it to anyone who will listen.

-Johnny goes by the Shepherd name, and only signs ‘Cade’ under important documents

-Angela has the best aim out of her entire family

-Tim actually was very upset when Johnny got his job as boss, but got over when he realized just how much the job SUCKEDD

-Two-Bit and Dallas worked together when they were rookies, but Dallas eventually moved on to do bigger and better things

-Ponyboy loves August weather, but feels he can’t enjoy those months becuase that’s when his folks died

-Two has run into Angela several times and made several (failed) attempts to flirt with her

-Johnny and Dallas have actually had several conversations in this universe, But Dallas never thought he was worth killing

-Sometimes random pastries/foods would appear on the Curtis doorstep during the Great Depression, they never knew where or who it came from but it helped them to survive (take a wild guess who made them lol)

-Johnny used to play the guitar while Angela sang to help Curly sleep <3

-Darry has never once touched a cigarette, but will drink jus tan out anything put in front of him

-Pony LOVES Italian food, but refuses to eat it because it just feels wrong to him

-Red is Angela’s favorite color, which is why the whole group is forced to wear something red (she picks out their clothes literally every day)

-Mrs.Shepherd died while giving birth to Curly, so Johnny and Curly have both never met her

-The Shepherds love spring because it reminds them of Sicily

-Bucks original nickname was FAG (Funny Accent Guy), given to him by Curly

-The Curtis brothers were all relatively short as kids, but shot up the second they hit puberty

-Tim tried to kidnap Louis Armstrong for Johnny's birthday (it did not work.)

-The Mafia has two main cover restaurants. One being a bar (that we see in the first chapter) and the other being an off-brand Italian place (Whenever someone fails an important job, they are banished to work at one of these two places)

-Johnny is the shortest person on his team, so he’ll often just step on their feet when they upset him

-Darrel is an avid people watcher

-Johnny actually looked up to many of the agents, and will excitedly tell people whenever he gets in a fight with one of them (even if he completely beats their ass he's still a total fanboy)

-Dallas has a really good memory, and can easily recall every fight he’s ever been in

If you have any other things you want me to write into the story, but them into the comments :D

[lighthailstorm]

character/film playlists updated

characters:

Arisu Ryohei (Alice in Borderland, 2020-present): i'm (impatiently) waiting for the new season to drop. but in the meantime i made a japanese sad boy playlist for my favorite character on the show.

Carmen Berzatto (The Bear, 2022-present): songs that i think carmie would listen to, if he even had time to listen to music.

Christopher Moltisanti (The Sopranos, 1999-2007): he's one of my favorite characters from the show bcs he's so interesting to me. like he's so clearly depressed from the beginning of the show but no one really takes him seriously.

Donnie Darko (Donnie Darko, 2001): mostly based off the therapy scene where the therapist asks donnie "do you feel alone right now?". it's got a bunch of songs from the 80's but also some more recent that i think match the vibe still.

Fiona Gallagher (Shameless, 2011-2021): my girl just gets overlooked all the time and the show literally never let her be happy. so i've made her a playlist bcs i appreciate her.

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine Nine, 2013-2021): just a bunch of songs that i think jake would jam to plus songs that he likes in the actual show.

Jughead Jones (Riverdale, 2017-2023): yes i watch riverdale unironically. yes, i know it's bad. idc. jughead is my favorite character and so i've made a playlist with a bunch of songs that either i think he'd like or that he referenced on the show.

Laurie (Little Women, 2019): completely based off the scene where laurie confesses his crush on jo. so just a yearning/unrequited love playlist based off this quote.

Lou Bloom (Nightcrawler, 2014): based off the tense and synth heavy soundtrack from the movie. i included a few songs from the soundtrack but also added some other rock or synth-y songs.

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho, 2000): i laughed audibly in the movie when patrick was listening to walking on sunshine so i needed to make a playlist of other songs i think he would listen to, not because he liked them but just because he needs to "fit in".

Peeta Mellark (Hunger Games Series, 2012-2015): what a man. truly. this is just a bunch of songs that give off peeta vibes to me.

Travis Bickle (Taxi Driver, 1976): a playlist that i organized to play like a decent into madness, akin to travis' in the movie. this playlist includes some older songs from the likes of Frank Sinatra and Johnny Cash but also relatively more modern bands like Radiohead. In fact, i think this playlist is mostly Radiohead.

Troy Bolton (High School Musical Trilogy, 2006-2008): made a 2000's (mostly r&b playlist) that i feel like troy would like. this is solely made bcs i've seen this trilogy an ungodly amount of times and so i feel qualified to make these assumptions. also this all started bcs like 2-3 years a go i saw an edit for troy with the song because of you by neyo and i was never the same.

MCU/DC characters:

Bruce Wayne/Batman (The Batman, 2022): this is my favorite depiction of batman, solely because he's so unapologetically emo and a loser. so i made him a playlist that he can listen to while he applies his matte black jefree starr eye shadow in the bat cave or smth.

Miles Morales (The Spiderverse Film Series, 2018-present): the BEST spiderman that there ever was. i was forever changed when i saw across the spider verse and so i immediately put together a bunch of songs that i think miles would listen to while he swings between buildings.

Peter Parker (The Sam Raimi Trilogy, 2002-2007): toby's depiction of peter is one of my favs so it only felt right that i make him a playlist.

Peter Quill/Star Lord (2014-present): songs that peter would play on his walkman. most songs are canon to the movies and others are my own suggestions.

Sam Wilson (Captain America: Brave New World, 2025): this is MY captain america. idc what nobody says.

Tony Stark/Iron Man (2008-2019): my favorite marvel character actually. so it only makes sense that i would have to make him a rock playlist.

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch (Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, 2022): based off the quote where she says "This is me being reasonable." bcs first off the way that elizabeth olsen delivered that line was perfect but also bcs it shows just how unhinged wanda became bcs of all her loss. so i made a sad/angry/desperate combo playlist for her.

tv shows:

Dance Academy (2010-2013): if you are unfamiliar with this show, it is an australian tv show that is set in an elite dance academy/high school.

"i just want so badly to be rid of you." - this was uttered by our main character tara while in an argument with her long time on again/off again boyfriend, christian. this line specifically has been stuck in my head for the better part of a decade and so i've made a playlist that displays the toxicity of their relationship and what led up to tara saying this.

"you all want me to fail." - this playlists is for abigail armstrong. she starts off the show being the bully/mean girl of the show but it's revealed later on that she's struggling with an ED and various other problems. she's a perfectionist as well so this playlist ig encapsulates all of that.

Glee (2009-2015): all my favorite glee covers in release order.

Mr. Robot (2015-2019): based off of elliot mostly and the type of music i think he'd like.

You (2018-2025): made this playlist for joe when season 4 came out and i'm still not done with season 5 (i'm trying to pace myself) so i may add some songs depending on what they play in the soundtrack.

movies:

Black Swan (2010): playlist for the main character nina and her decent into madness at the hands of her own crazed perfectionism

Bones and All (2022): just a bunch of songs that describe the feelings of the 2 main characters of the movie.

Challengers (2024): based off the crazy hype soundtrack from the movie. it includes some songs from the soundtrack but also other artists who make house/club music (i.e. Charli XCX and The Dare).

Girl, Interrupted (1999): playlist was made with daisy in mind but honestly the songs fit for everyone in the movie

The Great Gatsby (2013): based on the vibes of Gatsby's parties through his eyes as he's pining after daisy. some older songs from Dean Martin or Frank Sinatra but also more modern songs from Lorde or Lana Del Rey.

Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind (2004): songs based on the dynamic/relationship of the main characters, clementine and joel.

Dead Poets Society (1989): just the general vibes of the movie. the music doesn't match the setting of the movie tho - so not much 50s music in here. but its for the vibes, trust.

Good Will Hunting (1997):

"it's not your fault." - this playlist was kind of just based on the quote from the movie. it's more of a daddy issues playlist than anything.

will hunting <3 - just some songs that i feel like will would play on his walkman or songs that describe him

Gone Girl (2014):

"i knew he wanted cool girl." - playlist based off of amy dunne and how it felt to be playing "cool girl" for so long

nick dunne - if u couldn't guess based off the name, this is just a playlist from the perspective of nick dunne in the movie

Fight Club (1999): songs that i believe reflect the Narrators mental state in the movie. as a super sleep deprived person (i slept for 3 hours last night), i feel i'm qualified to make this playlist.

The Holdovers (2023): playlist based off the found family vibes of the movie, using only songs from the time period (or before) and songs from the actual soundtrack.

The Hunt (2012): if ur unfamiliar, this movie is about a man who is falsely accused of being a pedophile and the fallout of that. so this playlist is a collection of songs that give off that devestating feeling of no one believing you.

The Iron Claw (2023): songs based off the movies ending - bittersweet.

Joker Duology (2019-2024):

"all i have are negative thoughts" - a playlist for arthur fleck in the first joker movie. has some songs from the soundtrack and other songs that i felt matched the time period and vibes.

folie à deux - based off of the relationship between harley and artuhr in joker 2. has a lot of older music like from fred astaire and frank sinatra. just bcs i felt it matched the vibes of the movie.

Lady Bird (2017): just a playlist based off the mother-daughter relationship in this movie. and also kind of just how it feels to be growing up and approaching graduation but just not wanting to.

May December (2023): this movie truly was not talked about as much as it should have been. but anyways this playlist is mostly based off of the character joe.

Mother (2020): this is a playlist inspired by this japanese movie about a boy and his relationship to his hot mess of a mother. basically a playlist for those with mommy issues

Pearl (2022): mostly based off the final monologue from pearl in the red dress, specifically when she says "i don't feel well." there are a few older songs but mostly they are modern.

Prisoners (2013): the movie starring jake gyllenhaal and hugh jackman. it's mostly based on jake's character, detective loki, but i think it reflects the entire vibe of the movie.

Rush Hour Trilogy (1998-2007): these movies were honestly so hilarious that i needed to make a playlist for lee and carter together. guess which songs represent each character.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (2010): a scott pilgrim inspired playlist that includes songs from the original soundtrack

Sound of Metal (2019): this is a movie about a drummer who loses his hearing and how he deals with it. this is just a bunch of mildly depressing rock songs.

A Streetcar Named Desire (1951): based mostly off of blanche's character. there's some older music (i.e. doris day, lesley gore, ella fitzgerald) but also some more modern music (i.e. mitski, fleetwood mac, ethel cain)

books:

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: a mostly instrumental playlist based on how the book made me feel. kind of nostalgic and melancholy, but also wistful? idk, just check it out.

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov: playlist based on the disgusting "relationship" between lolita and humbert humbert.

My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Otessa Moshfegh: based on the narrator of the story who is so depressed and deeply unsatisfied with her life that she chooses to try and sleep for a whole year (almost uninterrupted) by taking copious amounts of sleeping pills. tbh i feel like doing this everyday so i had to make a playlist about it.

Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare: just a bunch of songs that tell the story of a tragic romance

untitled manuscript by Me: I started trying to write a book because I got super bored one day and these are some songs that i either mention by name or i feel like match the vibes of the book/main character (it's quite eclectic)

games:

Mouthwashing (2024): saw an edit to this game with headlock by imogen heap and it was so perfect i had to find other songs that matched the eerie/unsettling vibes of the movie just as well.

[dallasgallant]

Looped universes au

Will preface this with I’m not usually a cross over person and I know next to nothing about the musical, so if you want to do anything with this I leave it in the hands of someone familar and loving with both versions… but this idea struck me and I think it has some great potential.

The idea is that when Musical! Johnny and Dally die they end up on the side of the road somewhere on the edge of Tulsa… in the movie/book universe. There’s some intal “you shouldn’t be here/whats going on” stuff thinking it’s a regular afterlife

Then the ‘oh’ of the fact it’s 1965 and another dimension (this takes longer to figure out.)

They stumble across the DX and Soda, thinking they’re just Greasers in need of a spot to stay the night invites them home.

General confusion works up, they’re sitting on this reveal to not sound insane etc.

This is like two days before everything goes down in the movie/book universe and there’s some base similarity signs and it’s a Can you do anything? Should you do anything? Is it even going to be that way?

Also just think it’s a more involved way to point out like differences and have fun with it

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I do picture this as a more “serious” au but funnier stuff:

“where’s *musical character*?” “Who?🧍‍♂️”

Pony just looking out the window “Darry they’re about to start singin’ again I can feel it” (taking musical singing literally is funny sue me)

“I wanna hunt some action” “no you do not 🗣️”

Musical! Johnny and Musical! Dally losing their minds over the fact the rest of them can change clothes lmao (joke)

Movie! Pony just staring at musical! Johnny “there’s no fucking way you’re 16.” (Ironically he looks older than younger lmao)

Them finding the movie! Verse much gritter and harsher -> now it wouldn’t be “stage” blood and fake hits in universe but I feel like there’s something there you could toy with in it being all more? Clean? Intentional? Idk how to explain it. (No one really dies in a musical. They’ll be a ghost or appear in the back for a referral song or at the very least bows- again there’d be a in universe translation of this but)

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Karate Kid verse should have been a trashy Shoujo manga.

Daniel is of course the cute and sassy hero(ine) surrounded by a harem of hot guys of treat him like shit because they're all in love with him and can't process the fact rationally.

Johnny's the popular, wealthy and dumb high school rival who shoves him against lockers because he wants to kiss him but is confused.

Chozen is the foreign exchange student who torments Daniel because he's too cute to live and therefore sexy violence is the only option.

Maybe Daniel tries to learn how to kick ass and visits the local Karate Dojo--but all that happens is that Johnny's older sensei hones in on him in a very subtle and violently creepy way and Daniel once more lives to regret his choices.

Terry...LMAO. Terry is 100% Shoujo manga certified already. He's the tall, dark, and handsome psychopath who probably stalks and assaults and grooms Daniel but it's okay because he's very sexy about it and gorgeous. And rich!!

Daniel probably ends up with Johnny here after a slap or two, but half the readers are big mad that he didn't end up with Terry and demand that there be an alternate chapter and ending.

im ngl. i would totally read that.

i have made many jokes about how Daniel has his harem of rivals. they just can't get over him due to the combination of his coquette-ish nature and his feral punk energy.

Johnny is dealing with some heavy Repression, lol. who is this punk who dares to cross him? (in reality Daniel is mostly just trying to mind his own business, but then Johnny got a taste and became a feral dog.) his friends are all like "nooo, it's totally normal to have a strange preoccupation about this kid you barely know but have decided is your enemy." "it's totally normal to become obsessed with Just Some Guy because you can't get him out of your mind." "it's totally the Normal Thing to do to take it out on him rather than to self-reflect."

Chozen comes and is infuriated that his love interest Kumiko is infatuated with this scrawny wimp. what does he have that Chozen doesn't? it sure as hell isn't muscles.

so maybe he has buttery skin and beautiful eyes? so maybe he has delicate wrists and a spunky attitude that refuses to bow to Chozen's whims? Chozen is The Man, and Daniel will realize that. even if he has to make him.

Terry does seem like an anime love interest lol. maybe that's telling as to why i like him so much. i wouldn't call him a psychopath though. but definitely the traditional bastard boyfriend. he wants Daniel under his thumb. to be obsessed with him. "what do you mean you want other friend's Danny boy? am i not enough for you?" he never gets over Daniel. he is always trying to win him back with lavish gifts.

i would also add Mike Barnes in just for fun. he may be an upperclassman, (assuming this is in high school) a year above Johnny and Chozen, but a year below Terry.

Terry hires him to keep an eye on Daniel, but then Mike gets infatuated himself and tries to steal him. but Mike came up to Daniel using only violence and so now he has to convince Daniel that he secretly has a soft side.

Johnny can win in the end, but he has to go through Daniel's bff's Ali, Kumiko, Jessica, and Amanda. (also, his exes.) They put him through hell. (As they should.) but once he actually apologizes, he is allowed a chance. (Begrudgingly.)

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻. repost,  don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬. FULL NAME  ….  Jonathan Forrester Walker NICKNAME  ….  John, Johnny, Peaches ALIAS(S)  ….  Captain America, US Agent GENDER  ….  transmale SIZE  ….  186 cm / 6′1″ AGE  ….  mid thirties ZODIAC  ….  Cancer SPOKEN LANGUAGES  ….  native in English / fluent in Spanish / conversational in Farsi / learning Russian

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬. HAIR COLOR  ….  blonde EYE COLOR  ….  blue SKIN TONE  …. fair BODY TYPE  ….  muscular, built VOICE  ….  here DOMINANT HAND  ….  right POSTURE  ….  tall SCARS  ….  two on his chest from his top surgery and some on his back and sides from being shot at and getting some shrapnel from jumping on a grenade TATTOOS  ….  army ranger's logo with his troop number on his left upper arm BIRTHMARKS  ….  none MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S)  ….  His hair, his sarcasm his one brain cell actions and remarks

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝. PLACE OF BIRTH  ….  Custer's Grove, Georgia HOMETOWN  ….  Custer's Grove, Georgia SIBLINGS  ….  Michael Walker; older brother, Kate Walker; younger sister PARENTS  ….  Caleb Walker; father, Emily Walker; mother

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. OCCUPATION  ….  army ranger captain; formerly. captain america; formerly, new avenger; currently CURRENT RESIDENCE(S)  ….  new avengers tower CLOSE FRIENDS  ….  ava starr, yelena belova, bucky barnes, alexei shostakov, bob reynolds RELATIONSHIP STATUS  ….  divorced (single in certain verses) FINANCIAL STATUS  ….  middle class DRIVER’S LICENSE  ….  yes but he's not allowed to drive CRIMINAL RECORD  ….  yes VICES  ….  alcohol even though it no longer has any effect on him

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. SEXUAL ORIENTATION  ….  bisexual PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE  ….  dominant-leaning switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE  ….  switch TURN ONS  ….  noisy partners, giving/receiving praise, risk of getting caught, semi-public, against-the-wall, doggy style, restraints (on his partner or himself), calling his male partners ‘sir' and 'daddy', power play, sensory deprivation, orgasm denial/control, dom/sub dynamics (especially subtle applications of d/s themes in casual situations), hair pulling, biting, scratching, etc. TURN OFFS  ….  rape play, foot fetish LOVE LANGUAGE  ….  Quality time and physical action, with the occasional verbal affection in form of cheesy serenades and the like. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES  ….  it was long-term monogamy, now it's just him having fun except the verses where he has a girlfriend/boyfriend.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬. CHARACTER’S THEME SONG  …. here HOBBIES TO PASS TIME  ….  watching films, working out all his extra energy from his serum MENTAL ILLNESSES  ….  insomnia, PTSD, depression, imposter syndrome LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED  ….  neither PHOBIAS  ….  fear of abandonment, fear of failure SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL  …. 5/10

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