#VERSE: Waiter Johnny

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waiter verse Johnny icons real

Johnny is such a fun muse to make icons for bc, whatever situation u could possibly think of, there is probably at least one episode or comic where Johnny has done that thing so he can have an icon for almost ANYTHING. he has been trough like literally every situation possible

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Three apologies

Pairing : John Price x F!reader (aka OC Mini MacTavish) Summary: Three times the apologies, triple the pain. Part 3 of Five Times

Warning: Mature themes. if you don’t like the idea of age gap story, turn around NOW.

Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “Mini” from her story. Go read her “The Favorite MacTavish”  !

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“I need to apologise.” “For what Captain?”

“For hurting her.”

Soap sitting on the opposite side of the desk, facing Price. 

“I am not the one you should be apologising to, Price, you should be saying it to her.” Soap sneered. He had a lot of respect for the captain. This is private business, not between Captain and Sergeant, but Price and MacTavish. 

Running his hand through his hair, slumping in the chair. “I tried.” Taking a big gulp of the drink before slamming it down on the table. “She wouldn’t take my call, nor reply to my text.” Soap had to admit he had never seen his captain so openly frustrated before about private business. Always calm and collected.

“Price. You have let her down not once, but twice. And even once is too much.” drumming his fingers on the desk, “She knew it wasn’t going to work, but she gave it a go, you know why?” Soap leaned forward, “She trusted me, my judgement, about you. And I trusted you, Captain. And clearly I shouldn’t have encouraged her. I have let her down as a brother. We both hurt her.” 

Leaning back in the chair.  “She’s not living in London anymore. I can’t tell you where she is.” Taking his phone out, flipping through to find your contact, “ I can try to arrange something. No guarantee though..” Price closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh and nodded his head once thanking Soap. 

February wind still has quite a decent bite to it, especially far up north. You ordered a nice mug size coffee with extra cream on top, trying to warm your hands up as you sip on it, cupping the mug. You don’t know what made you agree to the meeting. Are you still that naive to clenching onto that little hope, that everything will turn out fine at the end? Grow up Mini. Stop dreaming.

“Price wants to apologise.” “ Does he now?” You replied flatly. “ Look Mini. I am not pressuring you into agreeing to meet up with him. It’s your choice. I am just the messenger here.” “ I have wasted so much time waiting for him, I am not holding much hope he will turn up this time.” 

“I take that as a yes?” “Tell him this is his last chance.”

Shadow loomed over you as you were deep in thought. “Mind if I sit down?” Following the direction of the voice, stands Price. Somehow looks tired and smaller than his usual self. Gesturing him to the seat opposite you, he sat down, lips pressed tight together, both of you waiting for each other to start the conversation. “Johnny said you have something to say.” You broke the silence after thanking the waiter, expression impassive. 

“I do.” “Out with it then.” 

“I apologise for not getting back to you soon enough.” 

“I don’t expect much John, but a simple text or phone call would have been nice if you couldn’t make it.” Leaning back in the chair, folding your arms as you look into his eyes,”Do not make any promises or agreement if you can’t keep them.” “I’ve got a lot on the line, you don’t know anything.”

“If that is the best apology you can come up with, Jonathan Price, then you need to do better.” You snapped. “Do not tell me I know nothing. I might be younger and less experienced than you, doesn’t mean I am naive.” Standing up, grabbing your bag and coat from the back of the seat, “But clearly I am stupid enough to agree to come to see you again today, believing we can come to an amicable end.” He made no attempt to stop you striding out of the cafe, letting you escape out from there, saving yourself from the embarrassment and for him to see the disappointment yet again he had caused.

“I am sorry Mini.” You ran a hand down your face. Emotionally exhausted. “Johnny, I think I heard enough apologies for the moment. And it’s not your fault. This is between Price and I. Don’t let it get between you and him professionally.” The unpleasant end to the meeting really left bitterness in your mouth. At this stage you don’t know if you were more angry at yourself or at Price.  You are still beating yourself up for not trusting your logical brain. Always letting your heart rule over your brain Mini. Well done. “Even Simon can do better than him.” Soap winced. His captain has really messed up, royally. 

“Anyway I gotta run. My next shift is starting. Give the baby and your lovely partner lots of kisses and hugs for me.” “I will Mini. and seriously, I am sorry I made you meet up with him.” "Shuush. I don’t care anymore." Lies you tell yourself. "Alright love you lots. Bye!” you hung up before he could reply. Curling up in bed, your mind kept replaying Price’s words,I’ve got a lot on the line, you don’t know anything. Maybe he is right. Maybe there are a lot of things you don’t know about.

What you know is you will have a very hard time getting over him.

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[NCT] Doppelganger?

Hello hello hello! It’s me, Froggi, back at it again with the requests I should have gotten to a million years ago. This is like the best thing I’ve written since I made my blog though so hopefully that’ll make up for me being late. 

Genre: idk fluff i guess  Word count: 1,000+  Feedback is always appreciated, thank u and goodnight  Cozy, inviting, and seemingly set in past decades, there’s something indiscernible that draws you to the cafe that lies on the busiest street corner in Chicago. It’s a place you’ve visited countless times; the employees now know you by name and vice versa. On a particularly rainy day, you find yourself padding into the building, the warmth inside soothing your chilled skin. It’s rather empty, which is out of the ordinary given its reputation, but it’s not at all surprising to see the lack of patrons. It is only Tuesday, and with the downpour outside, it’s no wonder you can count the number of guests on one hand. The chime that sounds throughout the cafe alerts one of the waiters, and he bounds out from the kitchen to offer you a greeting. He’s tall, with chocolatey brown eyes and lips that curve up at the corners naturally, perpetuating an enticingly cat like expression. A few strands of soft dark hair fall into his eyes, and he lazily blows them aside with a harsh puff of air before throwing a welcoming smile in your direction. “Hey, sexy,” says the waiter, poking fun at your perhaps overly casual attire. “Do you not have an umbrella? You’re soaked.” You breathe out a sigh, climbing onto one of the large and rustic mahogany barstools that line the counter. “No, I lent mine to a friend.” Is your response. Johnny looks you up and down, pursing his lips in thought, before scurrying away. Out of sight, you can hear the whirring of machines and the clinking of glass and it’s not long before he returns, a drink in hand. It’s a tradition, so to speak, for you to leave your order up to Johnny every time you visit. He’s good at what he does, and he’s always thinking of new combinations of ingredients to put together just the right beverage to suit your mood. On days like this, your drinks are usually served hot, varying between overly sweet flavors with heaps of cream or something more simple, usually a hot tea with only a dash of sugar. Today, you guess the drink is going to be on the sugary side, judging by the mountain of whipped cream and chocolate shavings that dust the top. When you take a sip, though, you’re pleasantly surprised. It’s sweet, but not overbearing and there’s a faint hint of citrus. Your eyes widen, and you throw an excited thumbs up to Johnny as you gulp it down, the liquid heating your throat and warming you down to your toes. “It’s my newest concoction.” Johnny muses, bowing as if he’s in front of a relentlessly cheering audience. “I’m impressed. I’d say this is your best work to date.” You say, “What’s in it?” “That, my friend, is top secret information. I’m afraid I can’t tell you, though you know I hate to turn down a pretty face.” You haul your bag into your lap, pull out your laptop and boot it up. “That’s fine; I’ll just ask Nathan.” You counter, and Johnny’s eyes narrow. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me.” You taunt, taking another sip of the drink. Johnny, one of your 3 roommates, works and makes a living as a waiter and residential pretty face. There’s a handful of people that attribute the cafe’s popularity to Johnny’s devilishly good looks, and you can’t say you blame them; the days Johnny works are usually the cafe’s busiest. Girls practically line up to see him, no matter where he goes. Of course, it’s an unspoken rule that absolutely no one, under any circumstance, is allowed to flirt with him, unless they enjoy being gently but brutally rejected.To most, it’s painfully obvious that he already has eyes for only one girl. ‘Most’ meaning everyone except for you, the girl in question. It’s routine for Johnny to constantly be flirtatiously throwing quips in your general direction, which you reflect back at him with ease. Everything about him, from the way he dresses to the way he acts, screams “ladies man”, so you suppose you’ve sort of embedded that idea into your brain, projecting his flirty behavior onto everyone he interacts with. “Just ask her out already.” Is a phrase that’s commonplace among Johnny and your two other roommates. Among the four of you, it seems that the only one out of the loop is you. Of course, Johnny isn’t one to push. While it kills him to be so close to you without actually being able to call you his, he’ll take what he can get. He’s a man who’s all about subtlety; he’d rather drop hints for decades before he finally grabs you by the shoulders and scream to the heavens that he wants to go out with you. Which, unfortunately for him, is something he probably needs to do. You don’t consider yourself ditzy and clueless by any means; in fact, you’re at the top of your class in the university’s art program, but that’s another story. Point being, you can’t exactly take a hint, no matter how obvious Johnny might make it. Presently, Johnny’s leaning against the bar, asking you, “What brings you here, by the way? The weather outside is total shits; I didn’t expect to see you walking through it.” You’re in the middle of gulping down more of your drink when he continues. “Don’t tell me it’s because you wanted to come see me? I’m flattered, Y/N, I really am.” You click your tongue. “Wow, you’ve got me figured out,” you deadpan, “I actually just came to study, since it’s so loud back at the apartment.” “You couldn’t study at the library?” He asks. “Nope. Power went out, so the school’s got it closed off.” Is your response. Taking one last sip of your drink, you beckon him over, “Come help me.” He shoots you a, “I’m going to get in trouble for slacking off.” though he doesn’t make any move to decline your request. “No, you won’t. Everyone here loves you.” You say as he climbs into the seat beside you. He scoots closer, brazenly leaning against you with his chin propped on your shoulder. You don’t question the action, but rather the sensation is sends shooting down your spine. It’s not uncommon for him to have his hands on you; often times he’d have you in his lap or an arm slung securely around your shoulder, and it was never considered more than a mindless action between friends. After all, that’s the dynamic your friendship is built on. So why, you ask yourself, does it send your heart into overdrive? Of course. It’s because you’ve got a hopeless crush on the boy. It’s an idea you’ve only nurtured a small number of times, afraid that the blossoming adoration you have for the waiter would cause you to do something stupid, like telling him how you feel, should you entertain the notion that yes, you do like Johnny.His eyes are trained on the brightness of your laptop, and he’s silent as you pull up a number of windows, ranging from PDF files to a random playlist you found on Youtube. Johnny does wonders in helping you study. Physics, your weakest and his strongest subject, is the monster that you try to tackle as you sit tucked away into your own little world inside the cafe. Occasionally, he’ll reach a hand up and point to something you might have missed in your equations, and he’ll murmur answers to your questions. It’s when a sudden change in your playlist has you switching over to Youtube that Johnny lifts his head from your shoulder, prompted by a man seemingly in his 40s entering the cafe. The music that plays through your headphones isn’t something you could see yourself listening to, but when paired with the bright colors of the accompanying music video on screen, it serves to almost hypnotize you. Nine men dance with powerful movements on screen, and the song fluidly moves from hook to bridge to chorus, and it’s during the second verse of the song that something catches your eye. One of the boys, dressed in a candy red jacket with gold chains and auburn colored hair, moves to the front of the group, and your jaw drops. That guy looks just like Johnny! When he moves back to your side, you point to the screen in astonishment. “Check this out. That dude looks exactly like you!” Johnny’s eyes widen a slight bit, and he furrows his brows in confusion before his features relax and he cocks a goofy smirk. “Dude, maybe he’s your long lost twin. You know like that movie The Parent Trap!” You joke. A breathless laugh pulls its way from Johnny’s lips, and he slaps a hand to your back, between your shoulder blades. “Pretty sure I’d know if I had a twin, Y/N. That dude in the video? That’s me.” He casually throws out. “Eat it, Johnny. I don’t believe you.” You say, but upon giving it more though you realize that the idea is entirely plausible. Plus, it doesn’t take much convincing on Johnny’s part to have your jaw dropping in disbelief. “Wait, so you’re telling me that you, Johnny, the Johnny that works making just above minimum wage as a barista, the Johnny that does a shitty impersonation of parrots 24/7, are the same Johnny who’s a famous Korean pop star?” Johnny nods, as if it’s something as simple as 1,2,3. You blink a few times, and it only takes you a few moments to fully come to terms with the knowledge. After all, it doesn’t seem far fetched for Johnny to do something so... Extra. “Is that why you have so many girls up your ass?” You question, jokingly. Johnny leans back in his chair. “Maybe. It didn’t work on the girl I want, though, so what’s it really matter?” As he speaks, he fixes you with a gaze that’s perhaps a bit too serious given the lighthearted nature of the situation, but it nonetheless has your throat going dry. “Bummer.” Is all you manage to mumble out. “Yeah. I guess she didn’t really know about it until just now. I bet if she knew I was so famous, she’d already be falling at my feet.” Muses Johnny, casually despite the rapid beating of his heart. “Maybe now that she knows I can use that as leverage to get her to go on a date with me.” “Why don’t you ask her, then?” You counter. At this, Johnny leans forward, face entirely way too close to yours as he searches your expression for anything that could hint at deception, to give away the idea that you’re playing him like a fiddle, serving as a warning for him to back away because he doesn’t want to deal with the embarrassment of being rejected by the one girl he’s head over heels for. Finding nothing, he takes the opportunity to speak, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he asks, tentatively, “Will you go out with me?” Your lips quirk up in a little grin, and you can see the tension leaving Johnny’s frame when you nonchalantly reply with, “I’d love to.” The waiter has a smile stretching from ear to ear throughout the rest of his work day. On Saturday, when he texts you, telling you that he’ll be picking you up once he gets off of work, you find yourself smiling stupidly at your phone. You shoot a quick ok text, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth before typing out another message. “Oh and by the way, you don’t have to be famous to take me on a date.” Followed by another text, “I’d have said yes any day.” 

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Jasmine Quotes

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  • A summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end pillar of the gallery, my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there in a constant battle with a wisteria, and I thought of what lay before me throughout the world and throughout time, and resolved to go about it delicately and reverently, learning that from each thing which would take me best to another. – Anne Rice

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[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • I didn’t mean to interupt you if you were looking for your friends Miss–‘ ‘Callihan,’ but you can call my Jasmine. Or Jas.’ Or Snookums. Honeybunch. Hotsie Totsie Cowgirl. My Little– ‘It’s nice to meet you Jasmine, I’m Jack. – Michele Jaffe • I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden. – Hafez • I don’t know what’s happened to me. I’ve got a bit more sophisticated in my old age. I like a bit of jasmine tea. I love it. – Danny Dyer • I kept my arms around Joi and my face buried deep in her hair while I waited for Peter Pan to slip through the window. I thought I needed him to tell me what I should do. But he never showed up. He left me alone with a girl who smelled of jasmine and cocoa butter. And before I fell asleep, I finally realized that was more than enough. – Kirsten Miller • I love perfumes. Every morning when my girlfriend and I come down to the courtyard in our block of flats we’re assailed by the most delicious scent – jasmine round a doorway. It almost makes me swoon. – Alan Rickman • If there were as great a scarcity of soil as of jewels or precious metals, there would not be a prince who would not spend a bushel of diamonds and rubies and a cartload of gold just to have enough earth to plant a jasmine in a little pot, or to sow an orange seed and watch it sprout, grow, and produce its handsome leaves, its fragrant flowers, and fine fruit. – Galileo Galilei • I’m just being practial. I knew someday I might have to bare my throat to you. Pete and I discussed that very possibility. As for the danger and risk taking, that’s what Pete pays me to do. And you and I both know he inteneds to get his money’s worth.” Jasmine, I cannot-” Why not!” Because you are not food!” I stared at him for a minute; the I started to grin. I couldn’t help it. Vayl”-I tried to keep my face straight- “I’m not asking you to eat me. – Jennifer Rardin • I’m thankful for a pair of shoes that feel really good on my feet; I like my shoes. I’m thankful for the birds; I feel like they’re singing just for me when I get up in the morning… Saying, ‘Good morning, John. You made it, John.’ I’m thankful for the sea breeze that feels so good right now, and the scent of jasmine when the sun starts going down. I’m thankful. – Johnny Cash • I’m thankful for the sea breeze that feels so good right now, and the scent of jasmine when the sun starts going down. – Johnny Cash • In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume. – Anne Rice • Jasmine apologized and said she was sorry and said she loved me, she couldn’t believe it and said she thought it would be her. All of them were really, really sorry that it happened to me. – LaToya London • Jasmine is just the most delicate and beautiful scent. – Natalie Portman • Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves. – Thomas Hood • Jasmine smirke at the weapon in my hand. “That little toothpick won’t save you, Gypsy.” “Touthpick?” Vic muttered in an indignant voice. “Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now! – Jennifer Estep • Listen,” F. Jasmine said. “What I’ve been trying to say is this. Doesn’t it strike you as strange that I am I, and you are you? I am F. Jasmine Addams. And you are Berenice Sadie Brown. And we can look at each other, and touch each other, and stay together year in and year out in the same room. Yet always I am I, and you are you. And I can’t ever be anything else but me, and you can ever be anything else but you. Have you ever thought of that? And does it seem to you strange? – Carson McCullers • Long strands of drool stretched from between his fangs and dripped on the pavement, sending a heady scent of jasmine to swirl through the air. Perfumed monster spit. What was the world coming to? – Ilona Andrews

• Mexico admits you through an arched stone orifice into the tree-filled courtyard of its heart, where a dog pisses against a wall and a waiter hustles through a curtain of jasmine to bring a bowl of tortilla soup, steaming with cilantro and lime. Cats stalk lizards among the clay pots around the fountain, doves settle into the flowering vines and coo their prayers, thankful for the existence of lizards. The potted plants silently exhale, outgrowing their clay pots. Like Mexico’s children they stand pinched and patient in last year’s too-small shoes. – Barbara Kingsolver • Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars. – Paullina Simons • Now hoppin’-john was F. Jasmine’s very favorite food. She had always warned them to wave a plate of rice and peas before her nose when she was in her coffin, to make certain there was no mistake; for if a breath of life was left in her, she would sit up and eat, but if she smelled the hopping-john, and did not stir, then they could just nail down the coffin and be certain she was truly dead. – Carson McCullers • Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons. – Henry Timrod • Roses by the head, jasmine at the feet so appear the longings that have passed without being satisfied, not one of them granted a night of sensual pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings. – C.P. Cavafy • Sandalwood, tagara, lotus, jasmine – the fragrance of virtue is unrivalled by such kinds of perfume. – Gautama Buddha • Somebody comes to your house. You know they’re coming, so it’s not a surprise. And they give you an envelope that has your scenes in it. And they sit in the car outside for a half an hour while you read your scenes, then they ring your doorbell and you give your scenes back. Then you shoot the movie a few weeks later or something. The next time you see your scenes is the night before you start shooting. I never read the script [Blue Jasmine], so I didn’t really know what it was about. – Alden Ehrenreich • The secret weapon is cucumber.’ Solange sat all the way up. ‘Jasmine, cover your ears.’ MaryAnn, Juliette and Jasmine burst out laughing. ‘Sheesh, Solange. Get your mind out of the gutter.’ ‘MY mind is just fine, thank you. It’s MaryAnn’s I’m concerned about.’ ‘You put them on your eyes,’ MaryAnn said, laughing even harder. – Christine Feehan • The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath. – Janet Fitch • The surrealist thinks he has outstripped the whole of literary history when he has written (here a word that there is no need to write) where others have written “jasmines, swans and fauns.” But what he has really done has been simply to bring to light another form of rhetoric which hitherto lay hidden in the latrines. – Jose Ortega y Gasset • The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. “In return for the odor of my jasmine, I’d like all the odor of your roses.” “I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead.” “Well then, I’ll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.” the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: “What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you? – Antonio Machado • This dress makes me look fat,” I told Jasmine as we stood near the back of the crowd and watched the last minute preperations fall into place. She glanced over at me and my efforts to rearrange the folds of my long, gauzy dress. “Your pregnant,” she stated. “Everything’s supposed to make you look fat.” I Scowled. “I think the correct reponse was ‘No it doesn’t. – Richelle Mead • To really love Joan Didion—to have been blown over by things like the smell of jasmine and the packing list she kept by her suitcase—you have to be female. – Caitlin Flanagan • True love is night jasmine, a diamond in darkness, the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles, fashioned of fleecy clouds – a handful of stars tossed into the night sky. – Jim Bishop • We spent the first night of our honeymoon in a country hotel, with Tudor architecture oak beams, and floors which sloped, of the Queen-Elizabeth-Slept-Here variety. There were old tennis-courts – the Tudor kind where Henry VIII was said to have played; and gardens filled with winter heather, jasmine and yellow chrysanthemums. […] So that first night together was spent in the ancient bedroom with the tiny leaded paned windows, through which shafts of moonlight touched the room with a dreamlike radiance […] – Jean Plaidy • We went to the door and I let Asha in. I expected an uberawkward moment when he and Vayl met. But Asha took care of that problem right away. “So you belong to Jasmine,” he said in his melancholy voice. It somehow delivered Vayl his deepest condolences without bearing a trace of malice toward me. – Jennifer Rardin • We’ll meet again in Lvov, my love and I…” Tatiana hums, eating her ice cream, in our Leningrad, in jasmine June, near Fontanka, the Neva, the Summer Garden, where we are forever young. – Paullina Simons • Whether I’m making a recipe or a piece of jewelry or a white-rose-and-jasmine tea or the perfume, I like to think of myself as a happy little sorceress, and if I could just have a little general store with all that stuff and give people a sense of my taste, that would be lovely. – Padma Lakshmi

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Jasmine Quotes

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  • A summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end pillar of the gallery, my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there in a constant battle with a wisteria, and I thought of what lay before me throughout the world and throughout time, and resolved to go about it delicately and reverently, learning that from each thing which would take me best to another. – Anne Rice

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[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • I didn’t mean to interupt you if you were looking for your friends Miss–‘ ‘Callihan,’ but you can call my Jasmine. Or Jas.’ Or Snookums. Honeybunch. Hotsie Totsie Cowgirl. My Little– ‘It’s nice to meet you Jasmine, I’m Jack. – Michele Jaffe • I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden. – Hafez • I don’t know what’s happened to me. I’ve got a bit more sophisticated in my old age. I like a bit of jasmine tea. I love it. – Danny Dyer • I kept my arms around Joi and my face buried deep in her hair while I waited for Peter Pan to slip through the window. I thought I needed him to tell me what I should do. But he never showed up. He left me alone with a girl who smelled of jasmine and cocoa butter. And before I fell asleep, I finally realized that was more than enough. – Kirsten Miller • I love perfumes. Every morning when my girlfriend and I come down to the courtyard in our block of flats we’re assailed by the most delicious scent – jasmine round a doorway. It almost makes me swoon. – Alan Rickman • If there were as great a scarcity of soil as of jewels or precious metals, there would not be a prince who would not spend a bushel of diamonds and rubies and a cartload of gold just to have enough earth to plant a jasmine in a little pot, or to sow an orange seed and watch it sprout, grow, and produce its handsome leaves, its fragrant flowers, and fine fruit. – Galileo Galilei • I’m just being practial. I knew someday I might have to bare my throat to you. Pete and I discussed that very possibility. As for the danger and risk taking, that’s what Pete pays me to do. And you and I both know he inteneds to get his money’s worth.” Jasmine, I cannot-” Why not!” Because you are not food!” I stared at him for a minute; the I started to grin. I couldn’t help it. Vayl”-I tried to keep my face straight- “I’m not asking you to eat me. – Jennifer Rardin • I’m thankful for a pair of shoes that feel really good on my feet; I like my shoes. I’m thankful for the birds; I feel like they’re singing just for me when I get up in the morning… Saying, ‘Good morning, John. You made it, John.’ I’m thankful for the sea breeze that feels so good right now, and the scent of jasmine when the sun starts going down. I’m thankful. – Johnny Cash • I’m thankful for the sea breeze that feels so good right now, and the scent of jasmine when the sun starts going down. – Johnny Cash • In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume. – Anne Rice • Jasmine apologized and said she was sorry and said she loved me, she couldn’t believe it and said she thought it would be her. All of them were really, really sorry that it happened to me. – LaToya London • Jasmine is just the most delicate and beautiful scent. – Natalie Portman • Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves. – Thomas Hood • Jasmine smirke at the weapon in my hand. “That little toothpick won’t save you, Gypsy.” “Touthpick?” Vic muttered in an indignant voice. “Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now! – Jennifer Estep • Listen,” F. Jasmine said. “What I’ve been trying to say is this. Doesn’t it strike you as strange that I am I, and you are you? I am F. Jasmine Addams. And you are Berenice Sadie Brown. And we can look at each other, and touch each other, and stay together year in and year out in the same room. Yet always I am I, and you are you. And I can’t ever be anything else but me, and you can ever be anything else but you. Have you ever thought of that? And does it seem to you strange? – Carson McCullers • Long strands of drool stretched from between his fangs and dripped on the pavement, sending a heady scent of jasmine to swirl through the air. Perfumed monster spit. What was the world coming to? – Ilona Andrews

• Mexico admits you through an arched stone orifice into the tree-filled courtyard of its heart, where a dog pisses against a wall and a waiter hustles through a curtain of jasmine to bring a bowl of tortilla soup, steaming with cilantro and lime. Cats stalk lizards among the clay pots around the fountain, doves settle into the flowering vines and coo their prayers, thankful for the existence of lizards. The potted plants silently exhale, outgrowing their clay pots. Like Mexico’s children they stand pinched and patient in last year’s too-small shoes. – Barbara Kingsolver • Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars. – Paullina Simons • Now hoppin’-john was F. Jasmine’s very favorite food. She had always warned them to wave a plate of rice and peas before her nose when she was in her coffin, to make certain there was no mistake; for if a breath of life was left in her, she would sit up and eat, but if she smelled the hopping-john, and did not stir, then they could just nail down the coffin and be certain she was truly dead. – Carson McCullers • Out in the lonely woods the jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a royal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons. – Henry Timrod • Roses by the head, jasmine at the feet so appear the longings that have passed without being satisfied, not one of them granted a night of sensual pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings. – C.P. Cavafy • Sandalwood, tagara, lotus, jasmine – the fragrance of virtue is unrivalled by such kinds of perfume. – Gautama Buddha • Somebody comes to your house. You know they’re coming, so it’s not a surprise. And they give you an envelope that has your scenes in it. And they sit in the car outside for a half an hour while you read your scenes, then they ring your doorbell and you give your scenes back. Then you shoot the movie a few weeks later or something. The next time you see your scenes is the night before you start shooting. I never read the script [Blue Jasmine], so I didn’t really know what it was about. – Alden Ehrenreich • The secret weapon is cucumber.’ Solange sat all the way up. ‘Jasmine, cover your ears.’ MaryAnn, Juliette and Jasmine burst out laughing. ‘Sheesh, Solange. Get your mind out of the gutter.’ ‘MY mind is just fine, thank you. It’s MaryAnn’s I’m concerned about.’ ‘You put them on your eyes,’ MaryAnn said, laughing even harder. – Christine Feehan • The sound of her laughter was sticky as sap, the smell of night-blooming jasmine soft as a milk bath. – Janet Fitch • The surrealist thinks he has outstripped the whole of literary history when he has written (here a word that there is no need to write) where others have written “jasmines, swans and fauns.” But what he has really done has been simply to bring to light another form of rhetoric which hitherto lay hidden in the latrines. – Jose Ortega y Gasset • The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. “In return for the odor of my jasmine, I’d like all the odor of your roses.” “I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead.” “Well then, I’ll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain.” the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: “What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you? – Antonio Machado • This dress makes me look fat,” I told Jasmine as we stood near the back of the crowd and watched the last minute preperations fall into place. She glanced over at me and my efforts to rearrange the folds of my long, gauzy dress. “Your pregnant,” she stated. “Everything’s supposed to make you look fat.” I Scowled. “I think the correct reponse was ‘No it doesn’t. – Richelle Mead • To really love Joan Didion—to have been blown over by things like the smell of jasmine and the packing list she kept by her suitcase—you have to be female. – Caitlin Flanagan • True love is night jasmine, a diamond in darkness, the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles, fashioned of fleecy clouds – a handful of stars tossed into the night sky. – Jim Bishop • We spent the first night of our honeymoon in a country hotel, with Tudor architecture oak beams, and floors which sloped, of the Queen-Elizabeth-Slept-Here variety. There were old tennis-courts – the Tudor kind where Henry VIII was said to have played; and gardens filled with winter heather, jasmine and yellow chrysanthemums. […] So that first night together was spent in the ancient bedroom with the tiny leaded paned windows, through which shafts of moonlight touched the room with a dreamlike radiance […] – Jean Plaidy • We went to the door and I let Asha in. I expected an uberawkward moment when he and Vayl met. But Asha took care of that problem right away. “So you belong to Jasmine,” he said in his melancholy voice. It somehow delivered Vayl his deepest condolences without bearing a trace of malice toward me. – Jennifer Rardin • We’ll meet again in Lvov, my love and I…” Tatiana hums, eating her ice cream, in our Leningrad, in jasmine June, near Fontanka, the Neva, the Summer Garden, where we are forever young. – Paullina Simons • Whether I’m making a recipe or a piece of jewelry or a white-rose-and-jasmine tea or the perfume, I like to think of myself as a happy little sorceress, and if I could just have a little general store with all that stuff and give people a sense of my taste, that would be lovely. – Padma Lakshmi

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[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 )