#if you know Johhny you know he would~

[ladyshandioftheendless]

Johnny: Are..you a man or a woman..?

Testament: Yes.

Johnny: I mean..what gender are you?

Testament: I am a Gear.

Johnny: Yeah, but what's in your pants?

Testament: I don't wear pants.

Johnny: ...

Johnny: So..what are you doing later~?

[g0ldenzinnie]

Princess Treatment x NCT 127

Featuring: Nct 127 Hyung line Genre: Fluff, suggestive, sweet boys and a little of them being dom. Word count: 2.7k Note: Sorry for the delay but here they are, soon I'll publish the maknae line and then the Johhny fic. Hope you like it <3.

Taeil x cooking for you. 

Even though he has the money to buy you a whole restaurant, he cooks for you every time he can. And I don’t mean cooking fried eggs and rice for dinner. I mean plates worth three Michelin stars. He would make you try new and extravagant things. However, every single one of them is cooked magnificent under his hands. 

“Try this” He spoke, offering you a spoon with sautéed vegetables. You were sitting on the counter with your legs crossed. Watching your boyfriend getting inspiration. You bend over and eat his creation, being delighted with the result. 

“Taeil, it’s so good.” You said smiling. He was looking at you determined. “Really? He asked looking at every detail of your expression to see if you were telling the truth. “Because I think it’s salty.” He says, trying another spoon, leaning his head and nodding. “Yeah, it’s salty.” 

“Baby, it’s fine. Now can I help you please? I feel useless here.” You said getting down from the kitchen counter and facing the other vegetables he had on a kitchen board. But you couldn’t even touch them, since Taeil wrapped you in his arms and took you away from his working area. You tried to resist, but he made his grip stronger. Smiling at how cute you looked, trying to get away from his arms. 

“You won’t move a finger my love. You are my princess after all.” He then leaves you on the door of the kitchen and places a kiss on your forehead.

 “Now, please relax on the couch, watch your series and your dinner will be there in no time.” He said smiling brightly to you. You sigh and roll your eyes. “Fine. But next time, dinner’s on me.” You reclaim while you direct to the couch. But both of you knew Taeil would still cook for you anyway. 

You were watching half of the episode of your series when Taeil arrives with two plates. He then comes with a fancy bottle of wine and two glasses. Maybe the dinner looked fancy, but you would still sit on the couch with the coffee table as your dining room. 

That is the thing you loved about being with Taeil. He felt like home, a comfy and warm home. But still he would never make you feel ordinary. 

You talk about everything, Taeil listening carefully as always, asking you questions about your day or the gossip of your workplace. His focus is completely into your words. As if it were some kind of sonnet. When you finished talking and eating, you tried to get up to clean up the dishes, but he stopped you, pushing you to the couch. 

“Baby, at least let me clean the pl-” You were interrupted by a kiss on your lips. He smoothly takes the plate from your hands and leaves it on the coffee table. Guiding his hands now to your tights, going up slowly to your waist. “They can’t wait.” He said close to your lips with a playful smile. You chuckle before kissing him back. 

Johnny x Princess Passenger. 

Johnny's favorite dates were when you just got into the car and drove. It didn’t have to be somewhere in particular. He just needed you in the passenger seat, some music and the road. So, everything you asked for in the car was yours. You wanted to drive through? Right away. You wanted to put on the music? Ok for him. You wanted just to sleep? Bend the seat, he’ll be quiet. 

For him, you could be doing anything and still love your company in the car. But he had one condition. As you know your boyfriend very well, he is very clingy. He needs to touch you to feel easy. And that includes even when you are in the same car. It can be touching your hand, or your thigh, or something else. Even though you love that about him, you would still tease him some days. 

And today was definitely one of those days.

It was 10:00 PM, when Johnny called you. It was a surprise since you thought he would be working till late at night. “Hello?” You responded confused on the phone. “Let 's ride.” Your boyfriend responded with his usual excited voice. You can already imagine that playful smile on his face at the other side of the line. 

“I thought you were working late.” You said while putting your shoes on. “Well, I am…” He said on the speaker. You try not to laugh, because you know your boyfriend. “And?...” You responded, making him continue. “Well, I escaped.” He confessed. You laugh. “Johnny, one day you will get fired.” You said getting up from your bed. You heard the laugh of Johnny through your phone.

 “Just get your ass in my car. We’re going to get ice cream.” The thoughts in your head disappeared when you heard the magical word. “Yay! Ice cream!” So now you were in his car eating your favorite ice cream, hearing pitch perfect. Your life couldn’t get any better. “Give me some.” Johnny asked while driving. You handed him a spoon, and naturally like a professional he ate it with his eyes on the road. You found that so hot about him. 

By instinct, he then leaned his head towards your hand. Looking for your caring,  As I mentioned before, you were feeling a little playful. So instead of letting him feel your hand as you usually did, you removed your hand. 

Him, completely confused, tries to catch your hand again. But you put it out of his reach, again. “Hey, what’s gotten into you?” he asks, looking at you weird. “Nothing” you say while holding your laughter. He nods and tries another move, this time reaching your tight. His grip was firm and secure. You bite your lip, knowing that he is just trying to provoke you. You loved when he grabbed your tight like that. 

But still you removed his hand. You let out a little giggle when your boyfriend again tried to touch you. Letting him know that you were just messing with him. So he decided to pay you back. This time he used a little more force into his grip. Leaving your skin with red marks. You hold a moan biting your inner cheek. Johnny smirking at your reaction. 

“If you take out your hand one more time, I’m gonna have to pull over and punish you princess.” 

Taeyong x Giving you flowers 

It was believed that victorians gave the yellow tulips the meaning of “there's sunshine in your smile.”

This man would remind himself that every time he encountered you, he would have to give you flowers. And not just any kind of flower. Every time he gave you one, this would be different than the last one. 

And every single one of them had a specific meaning. He would probably investigate what kind of flower is and the meaning of his color. And do you think these flowers come alone? No, no. There is always a little note with a rhyme he created just for you. 

You were at your work cafe when you suddenly felt two taps on your shoulder and turned to find no one. You shrink your eyebrows, thinking you definitely feel someone calling you. To your surprise, you turned around and found a beautiful bouquet on your face. The man holding them was hiding behind them. But of course you knew who it was. 

“Tae, I thought you were on practice.” You say holding the bouquet and finding Taeyong behind with a smile. “I was, but that doesn't stop me from seeing my princess.” You smile sweetly hearing those words and looking at the flowers. 

They were beautiful yellow tulips. Taeyong, seeing your smile, grins for himself and says “That’s the smile.” You look at him confused, not understanding what he said. “What?” He shakes his head and just gets closer to you, placing a short and sweet kiss on your lips. 

“Nothing baby, c’mon I only have 10 minutes.” He quickly takes your hand and runs to one of the tables in the coffee shop. 

During those 10 minutes you talk about nonsense. Taboo topics like the gossip in your workplace and in his. Some drama that happened with the members, ending in another hilarious fight between Haechan and Doyoung. 

You laugh when Taeyong tells you this, imagining the dynamic duo screaming like they usually do. But you didn’t notice the moment you started laughing, Taeyongs chest filled with the air, gasping at how beautiful you looked right now. 

It’s just when you laughed, you took his breath away. It was like a hundred start lights were blinding him every time your smile appeared. And he was delighted by it. Without him noticing, he raised his hand to take yours. 

His gaze softened, focusing on you and you only. You stop giggling and look at him confused. “What?” He shakes his head, smiling now. “Nothing just… I love you so much.” You smile and intertwine your fingers with his. “I love you too.” He responds smiling and leaning closer to kiss your lips, but he was interrupted by your boss. 

“Y/n, stop smooching and get your ass back to work.” She says from the board. Your boyfriend giggles and looks at you mischievous. “Someone is calling you.” You sigh and nod. 

You get up from the chair, grabbing the flowers. “Thank you.” He smiles and caresses your cheek. “Of course princess.” He kissed you and left waving his hand like a little kid. You waved him back and went back to work.

 Afterwards, when you were alone and more calm, you checked the card that was attached to the flowers. When you read the message you blush and feel a warmness in your chest. 

"Her smile shines like rays of sunlight on a gloomy day, just like an angel, with every smile, she shines away the rain clouds, making my heart sway.”

Yuta x dress you. 

This might be understood as he chooses all of your clothes, but no. He literally dresses you. He must put on your clothes all the time. Zip your dress, put on your hoodie, lock your necklace, anything. 

But his favorite thing in the whole world is to tie your heels. He has something with your legs, So whenever he finds an opportunity, he touches them. And you knew it, so you used it every time for your own pleasure. 

One night, you were preparing yourselves for a gala party of the company. Yuta was tying the aces of his shoes on the bed, wearing a black suit that fit him in a way that should be illegal. The first two buttons of his black blouse were open, making his chest clear to the open. You bite your lip, watching your sexy boyfriend being totally naive of his reaction to you. 

So, since this morning you have been feeling a little… playful, you decided to tease him a little. You walked smoothly to him, Yuta still unaware of your presence. Just when you were in front of him, he raised his gaze. 

“What’s wrong darling?” He asked softly. You smiled in return, looking down at him. Slowly you raised your leg, leaving it discovered because of your black long leg cutout dress, until your heel was between his legs, pressed against the mattress. 

You gave him an innocent look, that both of you know it was fake. Still, he smiled wide looking at you up and down. He loved this act of yours. You smile in response and ask softly. “Would you help me baby?”

He analyzes your leg, going down slowly, finishing in your unwrapped heel. He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re trying to provoke me, princess?” He says before straightening to have a better posture. You just shrink your shoulders. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He giggles at your act of innocence.

His hand went to your leg slowly. Caressing your calf with his thumb, sending you chills to your core. He then reached out for your heel. Tying it like a professional, since he has done this so many times. 

After finishing, he gets close to your ankle leaving a soft kiss on your skin. You chuckle at the sensation, making your boyfriend have his known playful smile. He tapped your leg twice. “The other one, please”. 

You obey him by changing the leg. He makes the same process. His thumbs moved gently, like your skin was made of glass. You close your eyes, feeling relaxed and aroused by his movements. As you always did. 

But you suddenly feel a little puncture on your leg. You let out a little scream and open your eyes, to find Yuta giggling. He had just bitten you. You gasp looking at him outraged. “Meany” You say smiling. “Teaser” He responds by getting up quickly, wrapping you in his arms and starting to kiss your neck. 

You giggle and try to stop him. "Baby the gala." He separates and smiles playful. "Don't think you're getting away with this. The night has just started princess."

Doyoung x pays for everything

This man doesn’t even let you take out your wallet. You find amazing the ability Doyoung has to pay that fast. Whenever you try to pay, he already has his card in his hand, saying that “he got it.” It happens in restaurants, fairs, malls, even in gift shops. You can’t escape Doyoung’s money.  

Even when he was not present. 

You were facing yourself in front of the hairdresser mirror. With your new haircut, that you would still be trying to settle with. You wanted a change for this year, so you thought that your hair would be the perfect victim. 

“So what do you think?” Your aunt asks, owner of the hairdresser. You always got your hair with her. She had an undisputed talent. 

“It 's amazing. Thank you auntie.” You respond, getting up from the chair. “So how much do I owe you?” You turn around, facing her. When you do, you find a nervous face. Shrinking eyes and a tense smile. 

“Yeah well, about that…” You look at her confused, but in just two seconds you got your answer. “No he didn’t” You say angry. Your aunt gives you an expression of defeat. “I told him it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted. And he gave me, well, a good tip.” 

Of course he did, you thought. You thanked your aunt once again and went directly to your shared apartment you had with your boyfriend downtown. Knowing he would be there, to finally face him. 

After a 10 minute walk, you finally reach your apartment, finding Doyoung on the couch. He gave you a wide smile, analyzing your look and instantly loving it. “Someone is looking gorgeous.” He says flirty getting up to embrace you with a hug. 

“Thanks to you.” You say in a not so motivated way. He separates from you, looking confused. “What do you mean?” 

“You paid my aunt for my haircut.” He didn’t change his confused look. “So?” He asks you. You sigh and separate to go to the kitchen. “I wanted, for once, to pay for something by myself.” You turn quickly. “It’s not that I’m not thankful.” Doyoung shrinks his eyebrows. “Good, because you don’t seem like it.” You close your eyes in desperation. 

“That is not what I wanted to express.” You pause for a moment, and sight. “I just… I just feel like I’m taking advantage of you.” You feel your chest heavy, finally confessing that you felt guilty everytime he wasted his money with you. 

But for him, it wasn't a waste. He got close to you, slowly to not scare you. You long for an exhausted or tired face on your boyfriend. But you only find a sweet and dearing face. Doyoung takes your face gently, caressing your cheeks with your thumbs. 

“My princess, you can use me in any way you want.” He got close and gave you a peek on the lips. “It will never bother me.” You giggle and shake your head. “That doesn’t make me feel better.” You respond, wrapping your arms around your neck. He chuckles and gives another kiss on the lips. This one is deeper and stronger. He separates, giving you little kisses on the cheek and starts to talk in your ear.

“Maybe you’ll feel better when we go out and eat in a nice restaurant. So everyone can see that new haircut of yours.” You smirk, taking your boyfriend's face, for him to see you. “At least let me pay for dessert.” 

He then smirks and leans his forehead against yours. “You are the only dessert I need.” 

[obsessivelullabies]

yandere call of duty men — would they kill for you?

— characters included : kyle 'gaz' garrick, john price, simon 'ghost' riley, johnny 'soap' mactavish, phillip graves.

— warnings : murder, yandere behavior, manipulation, toxic relationships, mention of sex (soap's). gender neutral reader, isolating reader.

kyle 'gaz' garrick.

short answer; no. kyle is a rational man. he wouldn't want to terrify you. he wouldn't want to make you hate him by taking someone away from you. he doesn't want you to see him as a monster. he wants to keep his angel happy.

manipulation is his tactic. he'll drop subtle hints saying stuff such as 'i don't like how ___ does this' or 'i hate how they treat you'. he'd slowly distance you from people he didn't trust. he'll let you have a few people, your family and friends are fine, but he makes sure he's the most important person in your life.

kyle just wants to take care of you! can you blame him? he knows that he's the best person for you. just trust him.

john price.

john would only kill someone for you if they were harming you in some way. he knows the mess and the chaos that comes with such an act, yet if he believes his love would be better with said person gone, he'll do it. just for you.

he would make sure you never found out. he knows that's for the better. similar to kyle, he doesn't want you to think less of him. for john, it's more about the hassle of how you'd react.

honestly, he just wants a calm life where he can take care of you. you're his sweet pet. john won't let anyone ruin you.

simon 'ghost' riley.

simon is overly protective. insanely overprotective. he constantly worries about you. to protect you, he vows he'd do anything. if that vow involves such a drastic action, he'll do it. no regrets, no second thoughts.

simon isn't exactly trying to hide it from you. if it comes up in conversation, he'd probably have the most monotone reaction, "oh. i killed him." to the point you think he's joking.

he's terrified to lose you. terrified someone would hurt you. he'd rather set the world on fire than know something terrible happened to you. you were his life.

johhny 'soap' mactavish.

johhny devoted his entire life to you. his motive is jealousy. if he feels like someone is becoming your new favorite person, he'd have to rightfully take that spot back.

johnny would proudly show off what he did. he would fuck you over their dead body if you let him, just to show his ownership over you. how he was all you needed. he was the only man who could please you.

he's not insecure about someone else taking you, johnny is arrogant. he knows he's the best thing to ever happen to you. he's scared someone will manipulate you into leaving him.

phillip graves.

graves wouldn't go that far. in his perspective, you're like a dumb little bunny. he isolates you. he treats you as his sweetheart, making sure you know he's the perfect one to care for you.

all he has to do in his mind is to be firm. firmly tell you that he needs you by his side. he'll lower your self-esteem. make you lonely. make you dependent him.

graves in possessive and slightly insecure. he wants to own you. he wants your mind on him 100% of the time. you're his precious bunny.

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[sinimake]

My Johnshi head canons:

Johnny is insanely good at accents and celebrity impressions

Kenshi never went to college or university. He got immediately pulled into full time yakuza business after his high-school

Kenshi legit talks with yakuza/gangster dailect in japanese

Johnny was the theater kid and a nerd. All around annoying lil shit

Kenshi is super good at poker or any other gambling games

Johnny goes out of his way to support small artists and tips workers with huge bills

Johhny learns new things super fast. He has learned a huge variety of skills for his movies, from cooking to how to handle guns.

Kenshi definitely knows how to work guns too and the yakuza mainly oporates with arms. He sticks to his swords because it is his family tradition, and he's even named "swordsman" for it

Johnny sometimes talks in broken spanish because he thinks it makes him look cool

Johnny had a major drinking problem early in his career. Like he would be drunk every day, then Chris convinced him to get help and rehab, so now he only drinks when it is necessary or when he's hit low

Johnny takes many creative ways to ruin paparazzi pictures. Starting from a simple middle finger to napkin over his face like Benedict Cumberbatch type of things

Kenshi is bad at cooking. Only thing he can do is chop things up

Kenshi knows kendo and judo! He used to be in a kendo club in his highschool

Kenshi has anger issues and often meditates a lot with his mala to work through it

Johnny loves talking during movies. He would pause the movie then have a full-on discussion and debate over the scenes. He's the type of person who interprets blue curtains as a metaphor for sadness

Johnny is swoony romcom type of romantic when Kenshi is more of traditional type of romantic

Kenshi is the number #1 undercover simp for Johnny! Always talking highly of him behind his back but never to his face.

Even after they get together, they still bicker like crazy although there's no intention to hurt behind their words. I need more fanfics of them actually bickering and squabbling

Kenshi takes care of people he loves without taking credits. Like he would give you a water bottle when he knows you need it but he gotta look pointedly away like he's not the one handing it to you

[iifishizzleii]

johnny mactavish who has a sister— you.

part two unedited 😛

you’re younger than him by five years, a sweet, soft thing that has no business being so close to his work life. but you’re stubborn and caring, and you force him to tell you every time he’s back from a mission so you can go to his flat and make him dinner while you two catch up on (your) life.

you’re his best friend. the thorn in his side. his baby sister that deserves only the best of the world in every aspect. you always get the good things, even if it means johnny has to deal with the consequences. especially when it comes to men.

johnny is a protective older brother. he’ll want to meet the guy you fall in love with and have the typical gun in hand while johnny cleans it like how his dad would have done if he were still around. he’ll want to not so subtly threaten to wipe the guy’s existence off of the face of the earth if he so much as makes you cry, and send the guy home pissing his pants. sure, you’ll get mad at him, but johnny’s seen what heartbreak does to people.

he knows his sister. you put your heart into all that you do, and if it gets thrown in your face after being stomped and spat on? he doesn’t want to see what happens to you after that. he wouldn’t be able to without breaking several laws.

so, when it comes to johnny’s sister, you, he’s very picky with the men you bring to his flat to introduce.

until the evening you meet his lieutenant. simon ghost riley. because johnny had gone drinking with the men after a particularly rough mission, and after getting absolutely smashed, price takes it upon himself to contact the only person the scot has in his phone. you.

and johnny should have known. he should have known.

the moment he saw you outside the bar, ghost’s arm under his and wrapping around the sergeant’s waist to keep him steady. the way you greet the 141 with a gentle smile and light voice. the way you stare at ghost a beat too long, and the way his grip on johnny’s waist tightens slightly as he returns your hello with one of his own. one that’s not as gruff, not as piercing as it usually was when meeting a stranger.

like how it was when he first met johnny.

and he hates it. he hates it so fucking much.

the way you and ghost click so easily. how ghost starts spending more and more time around johhny’s place after he met you. how his voice softens when he speaks to his sister, how his gaze loses its sharpness. how he watches her every move, a look of yearning and adoration growing by the day in those soft brown eyes of his.

johnny hates it.

because that wasn’t supposed to be you. that was supposed to be him.

he was supposed to be getting the gentle touches and quiet huffs of laughter. he was supposed to be the one ghost gave dry compliments to so he could smile at them. he was supposed to be the reason ghost stopped smoking because he didn’t like the scent that lingered. he was the one ghost was supposed to whisper inside jokes to whenever they were surrounded by other people. that was supposed to be him sitting at ghost’s side, his head on the taller man’s shoulder as they watched an inaccurate military movie, so that they could critique it throughout because it was him who knew that ghost liked to do those kinds of things.

but, you always get the good things. even if it means johnny has to deal with the consequences.

[slvtforfiction]

hii i just found your account and i really like your writing!! i was wondering if i could request fluff for jake or johhnie just comforting the reader after a hard day 🩵 i hope you’re well and sending you love

Headcanons

☆ Omg lovely ofc!!!

☆ Thank you anon!! <3

☆ Headcanons (Johnnie + Jake)

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

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Jake:

☆ Definitely will order food for the both of you to make you feel a bit better,Starbucks,McDonald’s etc.

☆ If you don’t want to order her make you something he knows you like.

☆ Will cuddle with you whilst watching tv

☆ Knows your boundaries and what you want to do after a hard day

☆ Will always know how to cheer you up and will do whatever you need from him

☆ If there’s a problem at work he’ll call you out sick and do whatever you want to do

☆ If you’re a YouTuber/streamer he’ll make you have a few days off and go shopping/chill for the next few days

☆ If you’re a YouTuber/streamer and you’ve had a bad day because of hate he will put out something on twitter/instagram in support of you and will make sure you know he’s here for you.

☆ Would definitely put on a romcom or YouTube and cuddle with you

☆ Will definitely buy you a few (lots of) things to cheer you up,will always know what to do

Johnnie:

☆ Always knows what to do,just like Jake,knows your boundaries and things you will/wont like.

☆ Will most likely be able to tell the second your down/not happy/had a hard day

☆ Won’t even need you to talk to know that somethings wrong,when he knows he knows

☆ Will most likely watch funny videos,comedy movies etc., to make you smile even if it’s for a short while

☆ If you’re a Youtuber/Streamer and your down because of hate he will make you show him some of the things said and will know exactly what to say to help you disregard the comments

☆ Will know when to leave you alone and will know when to support you

☆ Hugs/Cuddles/Words of affirmation he does it all,as-long as you’re happy

☆ Will order take out/make your favourite meal to cheer you up

☆ Will definitely just make you have a few days off work/streaming/filming and he will do the same so you two can Do something together

☆ Will never make you talk about what’s wrong but will always be there to comfort and encourage you

☆ Will help you work past what’s happened/happening and will do everything he can even put a small smile on your face

[star-suh]

I Did Tell My Husband

Johnny Suh x Male Reader

cw: top johnny suh, bottom male reader, breeding otherwise it wouldn’t be a fic of mine lol, dirty talking, degrading, sir kink, y/n is a slut for johnny's dick, spitting, tummy bulge, mention of bussy but just one time, a bit of hair pulling, possesive johnny(?), cumplay ass to mouth, overstimulation.

an: this is the second part of "don't tell my husband" hope y'all like it and the bottom version of that fic is coming (not so)soon.

part I

bottom m! reader ver. of part I

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it was the next day, y/n was in the living room watching tv when he heard a knock in his front door so he went to open it … it was johnny … "hello mr. suh how are you?" y/n asked, "hello y/n i would say i'm good but i'm not". y/n started to get nervous thinking about what he did with johnny's husband "and why is that mr. suh" y/n asked again, faking concern.

"you know, i find out my husband fucked with someone" johnny told y/n "his ass was filled with cum that clearly wasn’t mine… i have to fuck it out of him" y/n gulped and laughed nervously "mr. suh i don't know why you're telling me that… shouldn't you talk that with your husband?".

"don't act like a fool y/n i know it was you who fucked my husband…" said johhny while grabbing y/n by the collar of his shirt "...and you will pay for that, bitch boy" he pushed y/n inside his house and closed the door.

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"so you were that horny that you didn't care fucking with a married man huh?" said johnny while spanking y/n who was naked in his lap "guess what, he told me that you didn't fuck him good that you can't compare with me, you whore", "i'm sorry mr su-" a hard spank greeted y/n's ass "shut up bitch, i'm gonna show you how a real man fuck" johnny unzipped his pants revealing his huge cock "you're so big mr. suh" said y/n worried "i don't think it would fit in my mouth", "don't worry if it don't fit in your mouth it would fit in other hole, now sit on all fours and take my balls in your mouth", "okay" murmured y/n, "yes sir" johnny slaped y/n's cheeks "yes sir" murmured again y/n and started to suck johnny's heavy balls "that's right you whore, coat them with your saliva" johnny grunted "fucking god… you look so fucking hot with my dick across your face, "i llike it sir, it's so heavy" y/n started licking the pre-cum of johnny's cock head while jerking off the rest "if you gonna suck it do it like a man, useless bitch" johnny pushed y/n's head deep down his cock making him gag "fuckkk that's what i'm talking about little bitch, swallow it all".

y/n keep sucking johnny's big cock "tell me you like my cock" demanded johnny, "umm i love sucking this cock, i love it so much sir" y/n told him "It's like my mouth was made to please you sir, this is where i belong to" johnny started to mouth-fuck y/n "i'm gonna use you as my fleshlight because i know you would like that, right horny slut?", "umm-hmm" murmured y/n "my mouth is only for your cock sir, i'm a dirty slut, let me be your dirty slut" moaned y/n. "enough" johnny pull his cock out of y/n's mouth "you gonna make me cum", "i want your cum sir" y/n begged, "and you would have it, you're my cumdump from now on" johnny kissed y/n his tongue exploring every crevice of y/n's mouth "open wide" demanded johnny and y/n complied, spitting his saliva in y/n's mouth while the latter swallow it.

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"come here whore, now let's get to the good part", "hold on, aren't you gonna use a condom?" y/n asked "no you whore, i told you you're gonna feel a real man cock, every inch and every vein of it" he grabbed y/n's waist, aligned his cock towards his hole and started to slip it inside him, stretching his ass with every inch "fuck you're so fucking big sir… i feel like i'm gonna split in two" said y/n, eyes rolled back "holy shit i'm gonna-" y/n came all over himself "look at you, you're pathetic" johnny said to y/n "It's not even all in yet but you already cummed" johnny laughed and in one powerful thrust he slip all his cock inside y/n forming a bulge in his lower tummy making his legs tremble, johnny kissed and marked y/n's neck while he gets used to his dick "can even take a big cock inside you and you dare to tell me you're gonna be my slut? you can do better c'mon" he whispered… "i-i think i'm re-ready… sir" y/n whispered too and johnny started to thrust and moan "you're so tight bitch, you're choking my cock so good", "t-thank you sir" y/n started to ride it "my ass is yours to use", "say that again" johnny said while sucking y/n's nipple and jerks him off "my ass is yours to use, sir, to dump all your loads here whenever you want".

johnny starts to thrust hard making y/n emitt gutural moans "damn, your bussy won't let my dick go it's gripping so hard, you really want it", "yes sir i want it all day and every day i want you to break my ass and fuck me until it has the shape of your cock" said y/n while drooling with his tongue out "you want my load inside you?" johnny moaned "come while he grabs y/n's chin to kiss him and bit his lip while jerking him off with his other hand "tell me what do you want bitch, convince me to breed you" he grunted while fastening his pace on y/n's dick.

"i want your cum inside me sir, i want to milk your balls dry i deserve it please" y/n moaned "i want it so bad, put your fucking real man sperm inside your cumdump, give it to m-" y/n came for a second time while johnny keeps fucking him rough "get ready for it bitch" he says to y/n and started to spank him "are you gonna fuck married men again?" another slap "tell me whore", "no sir no, i'm not gonna do that again", another spank "are you gonna let lther man fuck your slutty ass?", "no sir no" said y/n feeling overstimulated, "who does your ass belong to?", "it belongs to you and only you sir… you're the only one who can fuck it and breed it" johnny keeps spanking y/n until his ass is bright red "i'm glad you understood what's your position bitch, you're mine now" he said while pulling y/n's hair back, kissing and biting his neck… johnny hugged y/n hard while thrusting rough and finally finishing inside him groaning and moaning "fuck yeah, now you know how a good man fucks" he whispered to y/n's tired body "and remember if you fuck my husband again i will fuck you two times harder than i fuck him… and i think you can't handle that" he laughs and kissed y/n "now let me help you get cleaned, i don't want a dirty cumdump" he positioned y/n to face his ass and started to suck the cum out of him overstimulating him more "s-stop it… please i c-can't…" when he finishes eating y/n's ass out, johnny bring his face near y/n's and kiss him playing with his cum in both their mouths "and well how does it taste?" asked the older, "tastes so good sir i want more" y/n replied, "don't worry about it whore from now on you will have unlimited cum for you but you have to share it too, remember i have a husband" both kissed and johnny helped y/n to get clean.

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"how was it love?" asked jaehyun, "it was good jae he took it all inside him like a champ" both laughed and jaehyun grabbed johnny's crotch "is there something left in here for me?" he asked and johnny unzipped his pants and discarded his shirt "you know there will always be loads for you in these balls love" he says while slapping his hard cock on his hand "let's go to the room then" jaehyun grabbed johnny's cock guiding him to the room "you better do me harder than him, i'm kinda jealous", "i'm gonna fuck you dumb jae" johnny replied slapping his ass, "you better do" jaehyun replied and closed the door.

[lunarw0rks]

something cute & wholesome for our chaotic bby soap <33 him and the reader being in a relationship whenever she has a mischievous idea, he supports it without thinking twice. mm and maybe one day she’s playing with this archery set and he’s helping her with her aim, she accidentally shoots an arrow wrong and it goes flying through the window of price’s office 🤣 price slams his door open and he just stands there with the arrow in his hat

☾𓂃❛🍰❜┊ run for your life

warning(s): fem!reader, a lil suggestive joke, just a crack fic, no use of y/n ♡ masterlist // requests // ask box

the most startling quality price possessed? how he never yelled.

at recruits, at his men, at anyone. not unless he was barking orders, and most fearsome — even when he was infuriated. his stare was enough to back the strongest of men into a corner.

the scot in front of you was focused for once - a truly rare sight.

❝johnny,❞ a smirk spread on your face; yet another dubious plan flooding your brain. paperwork was boring, and your daily chores were finished. ❝wanna do something?❞

the folder in his hand landed on the desk before he had jumped to his feet as if he had been yearning for a more stimulating activity. ❝aye, how could i say no? what is it this time? throwing little paper balls at simon?❞ he questioned, following you down the corridor to the mischievous location of your plan.

❝not this time. it's something i've wanted to play with for a couple days, just haven't had time.❞ you lead him to the common area, where you got an archery set.

soap's mouth contorted into a dirty-minded smirk, a cocked brow. ❝i knew this day would come, i'm irresistible.❞

that comment only earned an elbow to the ribs and an unimpressed glare, not you confessing your undying love for the former class clown. you scoffed and motioned to the bow, a widened gaze until he had the same amount of excitement as you.

now, instead of a lustful smirk, it was a deviant one. ❝you're saying you want to play with that here?❞ he questioned with some faux seriousness before the act ceased

❝i'm in.❞

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

after what seemed like minutes of bickering, you finally got the bow into the 'correct' position, though the form was questionable when you were too busy cackling.

❝alrigh' now... imagine the face of someone you hate. and it can't be me.❞ soap rasped into your ear, an uncomfortably close hold on you, purely to mess up your precision.

you tightened your lips into a line, shaking your head at his childishness. it was only because he didn't get to go first. ❝johnny if you make me miss, it will be your face in my crosshairs.❞

you pulled back the string with force, aiming for the line of plastic cups you had set up. it was a simple shot, but knowing the man you chose as your practice buddy — it would be anything but a simple task.

just as you released the string, soap poked your side, causing an instinctual flinch on your end. instead of a straight shot into the styrofoam cups, the arrow curved and went through the window overlooking price's office. the small shatter was enough to make you wince and drop the bow, and then him. it was the most terrifying sight of your life.

price, a small arrow that went through the fabric of his boonie hat. and that damned fatherly scowl.

johhny's eyes darted from you, to him, then back to you. unfortunately, this hadn't been a first for either of you. it had become a routine at this point. ❝i'll go left, you take right.❞

you nodded, bracing yourself to sprint the opposite of the direction soap claimed. ❝run.❞

[peachesofteal]

Oh sweet, sweet Peach 🥺 I just blew through your Dead Disco writing in a matter of hours and holy fucking shit I think it might seriously be one of my favorite fic series I’ve ever read in my entire fucking life. I am completely, utterly, irredeemably in love with the way you’ve captured their dynamic—I just want to snuggle up in their little world and never leave. I adore the way you’ve written about Darling’s insecurities in such a realistic way because I know if I were in her situation I’d struggle with the same issues. And the way Simon steps up as a dom to take care of his loves both in and out of the bedroom… cue open weeping. He’s perfect. Johhny’s perfect. Darling’s perfect. So perfect I can hardly stand it. And your writing overall is so beautiful; you should be beyond proud of what you’ve created ❤️

One thing I’d love to see if you’re still writing for this series is for Simon and Johnny to figure out what is going on at work that is stressing Darling out so much (maybe a coworker or superior harassing her and threatening her job if she doesn’t give in) and they just ‘casually’ stop by to bring her lunch and catch the coworker in the act and go all overprotective 🤤 God I love me some overprotective Ghost and Johnny!

Anyways, thank you for sharing your creations! You seriously should be so proud ❤️ much much love!

Hi! Thank you so much, this was so incredibly sweet of you. I've loved living in their little world so for you to say you could curl up inside of it too makes me so incredibly happy. I love them so much, sharing them with others who also loves them just turns me into a pile of sap.

Additionally, I was so happy to write this little snippet that takes place after "On a Slow Night", so thank you for the inspiration. I got to dive into Darling's life a little bit and it was so fun.

Ghost x Soap x female reader Takes place after On a Slow Night This is CANON (weird I have to say this now but I dig it) for Dead Disco. Warnings-tags: 18+ Minors DNI. No smut but this fic contains mature themes. Protective Simon and Johnny. Possessive Simon and Johnny. Darling doing darling things. Anxiety. Eating and food related issues.

It was well past five in the evening.

It was well past five in the evening, and you were still at work, eyes straining across two monitors, comparing lists and numbers across two screens, estimates and bids and evaluations all jumbled together.

A mess. You were staring at a mess, a mess that you hadn't even begun to unravel, a mess that you had to fix before even thinking about going home for the night, the realization of that fact settling like a stone in the pit of your stomach. It unsettles you, sending unease surging through your veins, making your skin crawl with anxiety.

This was your dream job. So why didn't it feel like a dream?

You knew that answer, of course. It was because your new boss, the promote-from-within, the monster that walked these halls, despised you. She regarded you the same way she regarded a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her way too expensive heels, with disdain.

Johnny had tried, bless him, to encourage you to go over her head, to say something to her boss, even though you explained you couldn't.

"I'm just an assistant curator. I can't go over her head, her boss barely even knows my name yet." He had argued, tried to push, until Simon stomped his fight out.

"She can't violate the chain of command. You know that."

Besides, you weren't a snitch. You weren't going to behind her back, or above her head, just for her to retaliate against you later. Which she certainly would. You weren't willing to risk it. You were due to be promoted, and had been waiting. For over two years.

Your phone buzzes against the desk, the group chat lighting up your screen. It's the guys, with the usual questions; where are you, when will you be home, what do you want for dinner. It makes your heart ache, a little bit, makes your head spin, thinking about them at home without you, waiting. Standing by. Just as you do for them, all the time. You begin to type out a half hazard text, trying to explain how you're going to be late, again, when a shrill voice grates against your ears.

"Knock knock." She's standing prim and proper right in the doorway of your office, bony fingers folded around a stack of papers. Oh my fucking god, no way. "These need to be scanned and compiled along with your acquisition list from today." The pressure in your skull skyrockets and you fight the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Kelly, I've really got a lot on my plate. Is there a way I can-"

"Are you refusing?" Orange red lipsticked coated lips flex into a feline smile. A sinister smile. A smart one. Fuck.

"N-no. No, I wouldn't."

"Great. tonight then." She drops them in front of you with a thud, eyeing your taupe wool sweater with disgust.

"Okay, tonight." You slump forward in defeat. You wanted to go home. You wanted to curl up on the couch between the guys, and let run you a bath or give you a back rub. All of that... sounded a lot better than all of this.

I'm going to be really late now. You shoot off the text before putting your phone facedown and cradling your head in your hands.

How late? Johnny asks immediately and you grimace.

Have you eaten? Did you finish your lunch? You try not to wince at the direct line of questioning from Simon, who undoubtedly already knows his answer, based on how you were feeling this morning when they tried to feed you breakfast, and how busy you've been at work.

Don't know. Yes. Half of it. You fire back, ignoring the burn of the guilt from the lie, and then put it in your drawer. Less distractions means you'll get home sooner if you can focus and just get it done.

You don't mean to fall asleep at your desk. It's just, the heat kicks on, and the room warms to a very nice temperature, and your eyelids feel so heavy that you suddenly find yourself excusing it a little if you lay your head down for a minute.

It's a mistake. It's the worst mistake, and you know it, you feel the weight of your mistake sharply when there's a crone like voice shrieking near your ear and you're jerking up in a fright, eyes wide in panic.

"-eeping? While you're getting paid? When you're supposed to be working?" She's standing inside your office now, a foot from your desk, face twisted into a macabre mask of indignation.

"I'm sorry." You croak. "Didn't mean to." You palm finds your face and you rub, trying to get with it, and quickly, before she loses her mind. Your head is spinning, dizzy and clouded, and you curse yourself for not actually eating at least half your lunch like you said you did.

"And you think you'll be a curator next year? With this kind of lazy behavior." She scoffs, nose wrinkled, and shame licks against the skin of your jaw while you grind your teeth.

"Kelly, I'm sorry. I'm exhausted and-"

"I don't want to hear your stupid excuses. I should fire you, right now. Sleeping! On the-"

"What the fuck is going on here?" Everything inside you grinds to a halt at the sound of the deep, gritted Manchester accent. Oh, fuck.

Simon's standing just inside the office, Johnny next to him, holding a bag. It's got a Tupperware in it, you can see from here, still fogged up by the warm contents inside. They've brought you dinner. Your heart melts at the sight, and then swiftly hardens and drops like a stone when you realize 1. They're not allowed to be in here after hours and 2. Simon just cussed at your boss. When you don't say anything, still sitting there slack jawed, Johnny prompts you.

"Darling? Is everything alright?" You try to put a thought together, to answer, but Kelly beats you to it, turning on a dime, taking a few steps to where they lurk just inside your office.

"Who are you? You can't be in here after hours." She hisses, and while Johnny sneers at her before looking back to you, Simon's fist visibly clenches.

"Security let us in."

"They don't have the authority to do that, you can't be-" You stand, but the floor somewhat shifts beneath your feet, walls tilting, and your fingers grip the desk. It's enough for Johnny to disregard anything she's saying, pushing past where she stands with her hands on her hips to stand at your side, a steady hand on your elbow.

"Alright love?" The blue eyes search yours and you manage a nod.

"Jus' tired. A bit hungry." He looks back to Simon, who's watching you carefully, before he turns his irritated gaze back to Kelly.

"Did I hear you threatening to fire her?" His voice is cold. It's seeking, lethal, something sharp and refined that you've never heard. Johnny keeps his hand on you, thumb stroking soothing circles into your skin.

"She was asleep."

"Because ya've overworked her, you daft cunt." Johnny snaps, and her eyes widen in shock.

"How dare you! Who do you think you are?" She caws and Simon takes yet another step, this time close enough that she jerks backwards.

"She works outside her contracted hours all the time, and she doesn't complain. At your request." Simon cocks his head. "Sounds like a labor law violation, if ya ask me."

"Aye, it does." Johnny cheerfully agrees, warm palm sliding up and down your spine. Kelly looks between the three of you, something uncertain tugging at the corners of her eyes, before she's shaking her head in protest.

"She volunteers, she-"

"She's ours." Simon snarls it, and Kelly blanches. "And we're not going to allow whatever mistreatment is going on here to continue." Something warm simmers in your stomach, even though your mortified. Ours. She's ours. The words make boulder sized butterflies thrash in your stomach. You're probably going to need to find a new job, but this is kind of worth it. Kelly is sputtering at Simon, who's now standing with his arms crossed, glowering at her from the behind the mask, looking properly terrifying, while Johnny continues to rub your back, warm palm soothing you into a big yawn, one you fail to stifle. One they both see. He dismisses her, with one more promise of a phone call to the labor advisory, or worse, the board of directors. That threat alone is enough to shut her up, scaring her into pressing her back against the wall meekly, while Simon gives Johnny a subtle nod.

"We're leaving." Johnny declares, and Simon nods. He crosses the room to pull your bag from the back of your chair, while Johnny slides your laptop into it's sleeve and grabs your coffee cup. "C'mon darling, let's go home." He coaxes, and you let them lead you from the office, Johnny with a firm hand at your waist, Simon leading the way.

You don't look back at where Kelly stands in the hallway, gobsmacked and speechless.

[charliemwrites]

your so amazing, your the first writer I've ever done asks with or requests with. But I just LOVE how you write everything

(Don't do this if you don't wanna for any reason)

what would johhny do if he's watching feral one day and she suddenly gets super upset and he dosnt know why? She crying and is taking heaving breathes as she just crumbles, he had noticed when he got there she had been acting funny bit wasn't expecting this at all. So he calls simon who was just out that day but thought it would be good for feral to have someone there and he's cursing under his breath as he trys to get back fast. But what does johhny do in the mean time?

-🐇

Wow really?! I feel so honored thank you!!!

Poor Johnny really is just trying his best.

You’ve been acting funny since he arrived. Still bitey, but not as much as usual. And you brushed him off for play wrestling too! It’s not anything he’s worried about, though. Maybe you’re just having an off day.

And then you start melting down and oh, it’s a really bad day then. He can’t get you to calm down - not with any of Simon’s suggestions or even ones he just tries out. Nothing seems to help.

He finally gives up and calls Simon. You take the phone when he offers it, finally quieting down enough to hear what’s being said over the phone. Johnny doesn’t know what Simon tells you, but the tears finally seem to slow and you’re down to little hiccuping noises.

When you hang up, you climb pitifully into Johnny’s arms and press your face against his neck.

“Wanna watch a movie.”

“Alright, stray,” he soothes. “Anything in particular?”

“No.” You pause, suck in a shuddering breath. “No more choosing. Just…. Just wanna sit.”

And he doesn’t quite understand but he gets enough of the message. He takes you to the couch, stuffs you into one of Simon’s hoodies and sits you between his legs with your back to his chest. He puts on one of your favorites from the list in your care guide and tells you to sip water.

Shockingly, you do. You still sniffle a bit and wipe at your face, but it’s not the awful crying from before. He just stays with you, doesn’t speak or mention it. When it’s time for you to eat, you repeat “no more decisions” so he just picks a meal, makes it, and has you eat it. And again, you do.

When Simon finally gets home, you’re mostly calm, though still wide awake with Johnny on the couch. Can’t sleep and refuse to be put to bed. Thats okay though, your keeper is home now and everything is better.

[anthroposeen]

tmagp 12 relisten notes

Celia:

- requests tea, not coffee, the OIAR custom. points to her being from the TMA universe + bonus thing! there was no tea in the OIAR and sam lended her some. potentially a demonstration of their relationship dynamic lore-wise (celia representing other-wordly things and sam's insistence on interacting w them. this is definitely a reach, though, since im very much a 'the curtains are never just blue' person)

- she agrees to go out with sam but needs to "sort some things out" maybe related to jack, georgie, or her individual research

Sam:

- he asked her out! oh my god (alice's father)!

- is trying to distance himself from the magnus institute (TMI) but is still unable to break his curiosity about it

Alice:

- watched sam ask out celia (we can assume it was with the manner of a deer in the headlights)

- "its rude to have no game" i love you maam

- no glitch after she says "i cant believe im missing out on all of this- devastating" but could be because it comes off as more sarcastic than a blunt lie

- "we dont always get what we want, do we?" potentially a hint at her feeling about sam

- "i go by alice, now, actually" important only because i adore you miss dyer

- seems to genuinely care about gwen, lending to the idea that shes protecting her coworkers

- "i dont wonder. i know" no glitch followed this statement. it could be because it was meant as a joke and not to deceive gwen, but who is to say

Gwen:

- she's trying to discuss the morality of their roles and seems to be unhappy to participate in mascot strip club murder

- "you dont wonder what the point is? who benefits from all this awfulness?"

Glitches/lies:

- "dont worry about it, it wasnt that bad" alice, referencing TMI

- "no." sam, lying about not being interested in information about TMI

Incident:

- this is the result of gwen giving mr bonzo the hit, and it seems to have been read at her computer (once again implying theres a consciousness within FR3D1 or jmj)

- incident made by jordan bennett -> maybe related to this universe's bennett family (connection to barnabas bennett) but i doubt its lore relevant

- no obvious alchemic ties in this incident

- this case is narrated by norris/martin, but goes against the regular theme of his incidents (lonliness, loss of a loved one)

- the robotic sound of the narration seems to be diminishing, with very little of the beginning and end of the incidents being read in a monotone and robotic voice

- i want to voice my deepest appreciation for the title being "getting off", along with mr bonzo initiating a hit for the uk government in a strip club. incredible. absolute cinema from the minds of AJN and johhny sims truly

The target:

- before this episode, my theory was that klaus, colin, and teddy were the most likely to be the hit

- based on this list, if the target is the groom, it makes the most sense for it to be klaus, since there has been no mention of colin or teddy being engaged, and thats a clue i dont think the writers would leave out. however, the groom is called "baz" by his friends, which is a nickname i dont recognize (but its potentially on the rpg somewhere?)

- im not very convinced that klaus was the groom in this incident. i think the hit may have been obvious to lena, but gwen has yet to connect all the dots, leaving the audience a bit in the dark as well

[bitterpotionn]

Johnny Slaughter Headcanons - Night at the fair

I wanted to write up some headcanons for Johnny at a county fair. I was inspired. I hope you guys like these shorter forms of content, if you do let me know! But don’t worry! I will still be working on more long-form content.

Warnings: fluff, mention of sexual favors, Johnny is a sweetie (for once)

Johnny would be really hesitant to go. Why do you even wanna go anywhere other than the family house?? He would need A LOT of convincing and begging. Eventually, he would give in, after a lot of persuasive blowjobs.

Johnny would love the fair food. He would try all the different stands. From tacos to cotton candy to caramel corn. He would always be holding some type of food. He would complain about a stomach ache later and make you take care of him.

His arm would be around you constantly. His observant eyes scan the entire area, making sure no one is looking at you for too long. If you guys are waiting in line for food, he is firmly holding your hand while ordering. Glancing back at you every so often.

You guys would come across some of the prize booths and you just HAD to have one of the stuffed bears. Johnny would groan and complain but deep down he wanted to win you that bear and show you just how capable he was. He would play the game flawlessly and win the bear. He would hand it to you with a wide smirk. He would be very proud of himself. You better cherish that bear and display it nicely back home, because he will have no problem reminding you that he won that bear for you.

As you walked down the crowded walkways you would pull him to the Ferris wheel, giving him a pouty face. "Pleeasseee Johhny we could see the whole fair from there!" He would roll his eyes and shake his head. But with another squeeze of his hand and a pouty face, he would give in.

Once you were on the Ferris wheel, his hand would find its way to your thigh, squeezing every so often. Your eyes would light up as you watched the colorful lights of the fair light up the dark night. His eyes would be on you, admiring the way you looked so happy. He made a mental note to take you out more. He loved seeing you like this.

Johnny would be more hesitant to ride one of the more fast-paced rides. "Darlin' these things are dangerous, what if you get hurt" He would say glaring down at you. "They are perfectly safe! It would be fun!". She smiled up at him, holding both of his hands. After some more pouting and promises of some "favors" when you got home, Johnny would let you ride "just one." Truth be told, Johnny hasn’t been on a ride like that since he was a kid. He was nervous, but he’d never admit it.

During the ride is one of the only times you would see Johnny genuinely laugh. Fully-fledged laughing. The way the ride spins you both around would make Johnny laugh like a kid. Afterwards, he would complain that he feels sick and that its time to go home. Turns out eating all that fair food wasn’t good on the stomach.

You both walked hand in hand down the dark street, heading back to his parked truck. You could hear the laughter and loud noises of the fair disappearing behind you as you walked. The air was still and warm. You leaned against Johnny as you walked, his strong arm wrapped around you. You were holding your stuffed bear close to your chest, giving it squeezes every so often. "You have fun, doll?" he said looking down at you. You smiled and nodded looking right back at up. "Thank you for going with me, we should do this more often" He chuckled and shrugged. "Yeah you're right, it was fun" Once you arrived to the truck he helped you up, he set your bear snuggly next to you. About ten minutes into your drive back home he looked over at you, you were fast asleep against the window of the car. He smiled, a genuine smile. He laid his hand on your thigh, admiring how peaceful you look.

[dark-is-d3ad]

Got covid, so here is a collection of sick!141 headcanons:

• When someone gets sick, Gaz will bully the hell out of them. Last time he told Ghost he had the worst case of sniffles known to man (god knows how he didn't get disintegrated at the spot). But, he's also the one to make ginger tea, bring some snacks, flirt some lemsip out of that pretty nurse for his sick teammates. His actions really balance out the jokes.

• When he gets sick himself, he usually gets all of that back, everyone makes sure he's got everything he needs, and he ends up with way too much snacks, tea, and medicine. He's usually quick to get better, yet it warms his heart to know they care about him just as much as he does about them.

• Soap gets dramatic when he's feeling off. Not on missions, he knows how and when to push through, but God forbid he's going though a cold back on base, he'll let everyone know how fucking miserable he is. If he has an option to take a day or two off, he will do it, screw everything until he's back on his feet. Also, Ghost would usually ignore the rambles but then check up on him every now and again, just to make sure he's actually OK, and there's nothing major going on.

• Ghost usually gets more gruff and moody when he's sick. He also tries to avoid everyone, and he just sleeps it off if he can. Having a runny nose when you wear a mask all the time is not fun, it gets wet and awful. He doesn't like to miss the gym, too, but he usually goes easy if he's not well. The only thing Soap really scolds him for is that he keeps smoking anyway.

• Sick Price is a nightmare for the rest of 141. Not only the man is a fucking workaholic, he's also stubborn as hell. He'd be sitting in his office working his ass off even if his head is stuffed, and he's really not in shape to deal with all that paperwork. It requires a joint effort from all of them to get him to drop it and rest some, and him getting more irritable doesn't help it. That attitude also makes it worse for him, so he's usually sick for longer because he doesn't really allow himself time to recover and jumps straight back the second he feels just a smidge better.

• Soap usually has these awful high fevers for the first couple of nights, he's shivering and all that. Ghost brings him extra blankets and stays with him sometimes, especially when it's really bad. He's seen Johhny being really out of it because of how high his fever was, the guy couldn't even figure out how to use his phone, had forgotten about the meds and was a complete mess. So, Ghost tracks that for him, and makes sure he's OK, and that his fever doesn't fry his brains ("god knows you haven't got a lot left in that noggin, Johnny, you need every braincell").

• Price has a secret family recipe for chicken noodle soup that he refuses to give away, but when one of his guys is really not OK, he usually makes some. Even Ghost can't resist it. He's reluctant to let anyone in, but the smell really hits home, so he opens the door. The small "thank you" he blurts out really tells Price a lot.

"You're welcome, Simon. And you're off for tomorrow, get some rest, OK?"

Also, the only other person that he just can't not let in is Soap. Gaz would just drop off a tray full of things at his doorway, shout him a quick "get well soon, Lt" and be out of his hair, but Soap is a whole another story. Soap is relentless. One time he stayed at his door for hours, so now Ghost knows better than to resist him, it's a fight he cannot win. God knows he tried. Having him is honestly good, too. He somehow makes it easier just by being there, he reminds Ghost to drink his water, makes him comfortable in a way Ghost would never care to, not when it comes to himself.

[juvenillia]

~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 16: lieutenant

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

photo credits go to very talented @ave661

a/n: achievment unlocked: a new part of our life before joining the 141, and don't forget I do crosspost on ao3 and here, if you'd prefer to read over there.

CW/TW: mentions of loss, violence, jealousy, two teasing scots, guilt, trauma, death, suppressed emotions, nightmares

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Laswell and Price already started going after that twin of Camilo and trying to find his track. What really wasn't an easy task so far. Kyle did work a lot to get a grip of all the fragments of intel and connect it with each other. Especially drawing differences between real intel and gossip from all those rich kids at the gala. Meanwhile you tried to avoid Soap as much as possible. You still felt a weird shadow creeping over your mind when you saw him. You haven't talked about the events and much more important about the kiss. Johnny tried to reassure you back at the hotel that everything was completely fine and that it wouldn't change anything. "Dinnea break yer pretty head, bonnie. It's fine." Is all he said with a reassuring smile before you headed back to your hotel room to get rid of the fancy stuff. And even when you knew it was indeed fine, it left you felt odd, and things got even weirder when your Lieutenant approached you about it. Ghost made his own assumptions of what happened. According to Johhny’s lipstick-stained lips, the way you avoided him, and the way the Scot tried to avoid Simon while searching out for you the whole time. It made him nervous to the brim. He needed to get a hold of this situation.

You tried to avoid it, telling him that everything was fine. "Did he ‘urt ya?", his voice was calm when he stared down at you in the kitchenette. Standing a bit closer than necessary next to you. "What? No. Of course not.", you stirred in the cup filled with Simon's favorite tea, before handing it to him. Simon nodded in appreciation taking the mug in his huge hands. He investigated your face for any hints of discomfort, of anything that would at least ease his mind. “It should've just not gone that way…”, you exhaled quietly. Simon’s heart ached in his chest as he noticed the guilt behind your eyes. He then averted his eyes, finger clutching tight onto the mug.

The next words ran so fast over his lips that he immediately regretted them. "Ya like 'im?" His accent was thicker than usual and his voice so low and nearly hurt. To his fortune it made it difficult to understand him properly and if you thought you did, it confused the hell out of you. Maybe you did mishear him after all. He didn't look at you, that way you couldn't read his eyes. Just when you wanted him to repeat his question, your phone started ringing and a small smile appeared when you read the name. "Sorry, Lieutenant. Need to get that one." He nodded, looking after you while you left the room. "Thanks for callin' back, mate.", he heard your voice shortly and then you were gone. And he was left with a nauseous feeling in his guts. He wouldn't dare to ask again, not wanting to receive an answer he might not want to hear. It only made sense to him; the way Johnny was always near you. The way you both get along so easily and the way he asked you so much personal stuff. He made his mind up a few ago already. Still, he hoped that these observations lead him to a wrong. And he never wanted to be wrong about something so bad.

You let Price know about your latest possible cooperation after the call ended and he made sure to arrange a meeting as soon as possible. That’s when you nearly ran into the Scot while wanting to head back to the common room to get your own tea. He took a grip onto your shoulders, preventing you from falling. “Ach, slow down, lass.”, he cooed while smiling at you. His smile faltered as he saw your eyes averting his glance. “We should talk about it, eh?” You nodded and he dragged you into a calm corner. Hiding from curious eyes. The talk didn’t take you long because you knew everything was fine. Still, it helped to sort things out directly. Making sure nothing would stand in between you, no hard feelings, just two professionals that had to do, what they had to do. But for the teasing man he is, he couldn’t suppress another statement. “Yer really not a bad kisser. Yer future lad can be happy.”, he said with a smug grin while giving you a quick hug.

You punched his upper arm with more force than necessary. “Zip it, MacTavish” He only laughed. “I knew someone who’d be eager to try.”, he winked at you and left before you could reach back for another hit. You only sighed, your cheeks burning hot, but your head felt light. Your fingers pinched the bridge of your nose. This man would be the death of you once he’d play more offensive. You weren’t allowed to risk anything. The Scot knew too much already.

Sometime later you found yourself in a briefing room together with your whole team and Laswell. Planning on further operations. Johnny and Simon - especially Simon - were annoyed from the whole situation, because of the latest announcement your Captain brought you. The 141 now had to work closer together with KorTac. Or better said with the Austrian colonel. Price announced it just a few seconds ago, explaining that they needed every helping hand that they could get. Before Ghost could even protest Johnny's voice could be heard. "Can we really trust him?"

Price looked at the Scot and then at you and you nodded. "I do vouch for him. Did walk through hell with him a lot of times and would do it again in an instant. Without him I wouldn't be here anyways." The last part sent a jolting pain down Simon's body. What you didn't intend to cause of course. Your eyes wandered over to your Lieutenant, shaking your head the slightest with a reassuring glance. König had already saved you a lot of times besides the last time, you just wanted to make your point clear. "Then everything should be fine. Gaz and Laswell will work on the new gathered intel. I'm gonna meet with König to inspect the chem factory once more and Soap, Ghost and Skadi you will meet a specialist she recommended to try to track Camilo's grave to find a trace of our new target." He stated calm.

"Can't we switch Gaz and Soap?", you said bluntly, what earned you a bewildered look from those two. Even Ghost was confused, especially after the question still lingering in his head, the one he still had no answer for. "Not arguable.", Price only laughed and dismissed everyone. As you stepped out, you were instantly stopped by Ghost. He wouldn't repeat his question but still curiosity got the best of him. "Why don't ya want Soap 'n the mission?" - "You'll find out soon enough.", you patted his shoulder playfully before leaving him behind to prepare your stuff for heading out. His brows knitted as he watched you walking away. Sometimes it was still hard for him to understand you.

That's how you found yourself on a helicopter with those men again. A smile lingering on your lips. That would be the actual first time you’d be excited to meet someone again. The flight was quite long, and sometime later you found yourself at a military base where you were already greeted from some soldiers. Leading you to a court. "Lieutenant Riley, it's an honor.", one of the men approached Ghost and he nodded appreciating while shaking the man's hand. "Sergeant MacTavish, Sergeant Quinn." You nodded at each other. He led you to another court in the back of the base to wait. It felt good to be on an actual operation again. Even if you were only light armed because it would be a simple task. Your wounds were healed up, and you heart ached for some real action. Laswell was right from the first second, you weren’t suited for civilian life. Just as you turned the corner your smile grew even wider. "Why so excited, bonnie?", Johnny nudged your side. "We just gonna meet the best boy out there.", you smiled widely. Johnny and Simon both stopped in their tracks, looking at each other confused but their muddled state shouldn't stay.

Just when Johnny wanted to question your behavior you already went down on your knees as a mature German shepherd approached you with full speed and nearly knocked you over in the process of greeting you. "Silver!", you cried out while patting and cuddling the dog in front of you. A smile grew behind Simon's mask watching in awe and Johnny chuckled. "Best boy. I see." Silver threw himself on his back that you could rub his belly with full force. "I've missed ya too, buddy. So, so fuckin' much.", your voice was filled with pure adoration.

"I'd sell ma left eye to be even once greeted that lovely by yer.", a man's voice approached you. And you only smiled down at the dog who enjoyed the reunion just like you did. "Well, he isn't a pain in my arse, unlike you.", you smiled while standing up, slowly shutting the distance between you. Silver didn't leave your side, always nudging your leg with his nose, trying to get your attention back. Your two teammates closing the distance themselves to your spot. "Nae, Quinn, admit it. Yer missed that arse of mine!" In front of you were a man about a head taller than you. A longer but well-groomed beard, ginger hair smoothly laid back. Some freckles over his nose, and a toothy grin on his face. "Never, mate.", you simply said as he gave you a hand and pulled you in for a quick hug and tapped your back with the free hand. The brown fur ball still at your side. "Just missed him.", you added mockingly while patting Silver's head. The other two men getting closer to you. "Och, yer talking oot yer arse." [Stop it, I don't believe you], you rolled your eyes at him. "Believe it or not, Matty."

You just wanted to introduce him to your two teammates as Johnny already intervened. "Haud yer wheesht!" [Shut up!] He immediately stepped forward to hug the stranger and both instantly started to ramble in Scottish. You moved with Silver to Ghost's side and chuckled. "He is Scottish.", his voice was somehow annoyed, still an amused undertone in it. "See why I'd rather wanted Kyle to tag along.", you simply laughed while Simon now patted Silver and nodded, shaking his head in disbelief. "Promise me, Lieutenant, that if we split up, you stay by my side. Can't have the Gaelic jabbering over the comms all the time.", you laughed out while watching the heated discussion between both Scottish men in front of you. "Of course, lo...", he swallowed the last word. You just raised your brow at him but didn't gave it another thought. You had a job to get done.

"Alright McKenna, you have enough time to talk to Johnny on the way. Let's go.", you scolded him jokingly. "Yer right, Quinn. Let's go. You'll take Silver, he’s already used to yer. And I have a rookie on board." You indeed split up. Simon stayed as promised with you and Silver. Matt, Johnny, and a new dog called Ruby went another path. Your goal was to track down where they buried Camilo, to be able to observe the place and maybe find the lost twin that way.

Between you and Ghost were a comforting silence while following Silver around until he broke it. "So, another ex-teammate?" His voice was soft. He always made sure to stay a step behind you, to have your six, just in case. "Yup.", you answered quickly. Simon wanted to ask something else but then the voice of McKenna came over the comms. "Yo, Quinn. Konig told me about some news.", his voice let your blood run cold and you stopped in your tracks. This bastard, of course they would've talked. Simon stopped next to you. "Don't know what ya mean, McKenna.", you say bluntly. You could hear Johnny's chuckles in the backgrounds and made a note to push both in two separate holes deep in the ground. "Cha sgeul rùin e is fios aig triuir air." [it is no secret when three people know it.], you only rolled your eyes and didn't answer to it. Simon looked half disgusted, half annoyed at the Gaelic, but shrugged it off. You were just happy that he couldn't understand any of it because Johnny's laughter became louder, and your cheeks more red.

"Bloody 'ell...", Ghost only exhaled, and you smiled, reassured that he didn't understand it. "Leave them their fun, I guess." He nodded; his eyes soften as he looked at your features. After some radio silence, you found a place Silver inspected more. You sat down while the dog ran along the place. That's when you heard Matthew's voice again. "How's the sleep going?", you heard him asking with a teasing tone over the comms, and you wondered about what the Scots would talk the whole time. You believed that Johnny openhearted would tell him everything that would embarrass you in front of your Lieutenant. You were just glad that no one of them knew about the wet dreams that still haunted your nights. That would be a secret you'd take with you into your grave. "Still the same. How about you?", you tried to act as stern as normal, your eyes lingering on Simon's figure a bit away from you. His eyes following the dog.

"Ya ken Quinn, you should get yer a big spoon. Dae wonders.", he chuckled, and you had to clear your throat in shock. Now Simon looked directly at you and your eyes met. The pure idea of having someone, having Simon as your big spoon did things to your stomach. The faint memory how he held you in that factory washing over your mind. The easiness how you could fall asleep next to him. But then you realized what Mathhew did imply and shook the rambling thoughts inside of you aside. "Wait, McKenna, since when?!", you averted your glance from his, not able to look in his brown eyes for too long. Eyes trailing back to Silver who still sniffed through the area. "About eight months, yer should come visit. You'd like him.", he chuckled, and a smile appeared on your lips. "I'm happy for you."

Matthew always was the type of guy to settle down one day, finding his significant other and just living on the manor of his family at the countryside near Edinburgh. It made you indeed warm up to hear, that he finally managed. It was never something you did even consider for yourself. The military was always your everything and you supposed that your stuck with it for life. Still, you couldn't deny the fact that the times you fell asleep around your team - around Simon - were indeed the ones where no nightmare crept their way up to your mind. So maybe Matthew was right, maybe you...no. You immediately shoved those thoughts aside. The kiss with Johnny just showed you, that you're not into that kind of things. But why was there a little voice inside that dared you to imaging the fake couple mission with Simon instead of Johnny? Your glance wandering up to him again, you noticed that his eyes were still pinned on you. The warm smile now aimed at him before it turned into a quiet chuckle. “Ghost, you’re staring again.” This time his eyes stayed on you as their corners crinkled the slightest. “Just observing.”, he answered once more. You nodded while Silver’s bark pushed both of you out of this comfort and ran to another spot. You followed him.

The operation went on not much longer as Silver did accomplish his purpose. You sent the coordinates over to Kyle for everything else before heading back to the base. Packing up your stuff. Everything happened faster than expected, and that's how you found yourself sitting together and having dinner in a place near the base. A place Matt did recommend, and that wasn't too far away. So as soon as the helo came to pick you up again, you'd be all set.

You had a good feast while being able to eat outside of the base's canteen after a long time and you enjoyed it all too well. Silver was under the table, curled up against your legs. Simon was seated next to you. By now it was an unwritten rule, the place next to you belonged to him. Johnny knew, so he sat across from you next to Matt. "So how did it come, yer never mentioned yer former team.", Johnny asked curious while taking a full bite out of his steak. "It's not a surprise. Ya know how long it took her to tell us about the time before joining the Wolves." - "McKenna!", you looked at him with a glimpse of anger. He shrugged it off with a cocky smile. A gesture you were way too familiar with. Simon’s glance was onto you. You told him about your former a team a few things. Well, you told him about Randy, but never what was before that. "Always the same Lieutenant, eh?", Matthew folded his hands and leant a bit back. A drink in the hand, that was placed on the arm rest of his chair.

A desperate sigh left your throat, while you shook your head in disbelief. "Wait a sec.", Johnny nearly choked on the meat in his mouth. "Lt?! Nae, Nae. Skadi 's Sergeant just like me." Simon's gaze still lingered on you next to him and he could see how the stiffness rose in your limbs. He nudged your leg with his knee, just the slightest. Just a little gesture of consolation. He never would push you to talk about something, he knew better than digging in, but he wanted to show you, that no matter what, it was fine. You were safe with him. His knee lingering against yours. Showing you that he was right there if you needed him. You placed the fork down and looked at Matt. "Got me degraded after...ya know", your voice was low, slightly painful glimpse in your eyes while your stared at your plate. Even Silver felt your tension and nudged your leg with his nose. The degradation was something you never addressed. Price and Laswell knew about it, but nobody else, till now. Johnny and Simon stayed quiet. You never told Simon what actually happened; besides, you lost Randy, and that you considered it your mistake. He looked worried at you, and the urge to take your hand grew with every second. Still, he held back.

"Quinn... why dinnea yer tell me.", Matt looked in sheer concern at you. "Why didn't you tell me you retired from active service.", you snapped back, pinning your eyes on him and catching him completely off guard. "Well... I...I...", he started stuttering, averting his eyes from yours. Both Johnny and Simon felt as intruder right now. Like they shouldn't be here, that those things weren't meant for their ears. "You thought I'd be mad at you?", you chuckled slightly desperate. "Somehow." - "Bullshit. Just tell me why you called back then." - "I owe yer so much.", he smiled softly. You shook your head. "You owe me nothing and you know that.”, your voice was serious, before it softened again. “Still, I appreciate your help.", you smiled at him, and he mirrored it. What followed was a solace silence, eating in peace. A silence Matt had to break once more because he hated when no one was talking. He couldn’t stand the silence, even if it was a comforting one.

"Yer should really visit us. Maybe with Konig, just like the good ol’ times.", he tried to change the topic, but regret the choose as soon as he saw the stoic expression of Ghost in front of him. But you nodded, "Could be lovely...", you say a bit absent. " 'scuse me, just catching some air.", you said while heading outside. Silver immediately following you. Of course, Simon would have loved to head out after you, having your usual evening smoke, but right now, he wanted to give you the space you needed. Even if his side felt suddenly so cold. But, he wanted to ask Matthew something else. He really wanted to but couldn't let the words slip over his tongue. To his fortune, Johnny was just too curious himself. "So, König and her?", he looked in anticipation at his newfound friend. Matt only laughed at the high awareness the men gifted him now. "Nae, pal. That's something ya should ask her." - " Oh c'mon!" Johnny cried out. " 's complicated and 'm not the person to tell that story. She'd kick my arse." He shrugged it off and before the other Scot would dig in any deeper, your sign to leave this place came up. The flight that would bring you back to your base.

Johnny gave Matthew a quick hug before climbing into the helo. Simon nodded at the newfound ally, giving Silver a head pet before following his teammate. You stood in front of Matt for a bit. Cuddling Silver a last time. “Dinnea waste that. Risk it for once.”, he said calm while giving you a hug and a wink as you turned to the helo. “Shut up, McKenna.” Simon reached his hand out to help you climb on the vehicle. Just then you heard your friends voice once more. “Quinn!”, he cried out. You turned around again. He stomped his foot in a forceful manner against the other. His closed fist pushed over his chest, right above the spot where his heart was beating. “See yer on the other side of hell.”, he saluted in front of you, a genuine smile onto his lips. You mirrored his salute. “Till we meet again, mate.”, afterwards your fist opened, and you placed two fingers, your index and middle one, onto your forehead. The inside of the digits facing him. He did the same. It was your common good-bye salute before every solo mission, before every splitting up. Afterwards you turned around to take Simon’s helping hand to let him pull you onto the helicopter and you were on the way back to your home.

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[2knightt]

OMG DARLING! YOU NEED TO DO: Johnny W A motherly s/o 😱😱

↳heaven is calling my name₊˚✧

➬ johhny cade x motherly!reader

a/n:i love it when i get a req from you😭 the nicknames got me giggling n shit. TWO FICS IN A ROW!! i am on a ROLL.

his type. definitely his type.

confides in you?? for everything??

“y/n, i was so stressed out today. why are there so many chocolate bar options? i was freaking out in the middle of walmart for 15 minutes.”

“aw, i’m sorry johnnycakes. but, did you at least get your chocolate bar?”

“…no. some little kid started to rush me so i walked off.”

please just listen to him. no matter whatever he says, just listen.

it makes him happy to know he doesn’t have to just have his head down and nod all the time.

“and then—wait, i’m talkin’ to much, ain’t i? sorry, doll. i didn’t mean to ramble.”

“johnny, don’t apologize when you did nothing wrong. what happened next? did dallas do anything?”

“…”

he just stares at you lovingly and sighs like he’s dreaming.

“yeah—he punched the guy. you look real pretty right now.”

“he what?”

reassure him for everything. he needs it, so badly.

“johnny, it’s okay. what you are feeling is okay. everything is going to be just fine.”

“you think?”

“i know so, love.

he’ll try his best to reassure you too! he knows that even though you’re a nice person, it gets tough for you too.

“baby, it’s okay. i’m here for you, i always will be. you’re smart, smarter than i’ll ever be. stop worrying about something so small, please?”

you comforting him makes him feel like he saved a whole town in his past life!

you basically force him to lay down and tell you all his problems like a cliché therapist.

“and i just don’t know if i’ll ever reach his level. he’s tuff, strong, and don’t take nothin’ from nobody. while i’m seen as a wuss, the pet of the gang.”

you nod your head, tilting your glasses down as you write stuff on a clipboard.

JOKES LOL🙏^^

you just rub his arm while he talks. you never interrupt johnny while he vents to you.

n’ he likes it that way. when people interrupt him while he’s talking, it makes him not wanna talk again.

offer him food. legitimately, offer him food whenever.

he’s so grateful for it😭.

“would you like some tea? coffee? pepsi?”

“pepsi sounds nice.”

“i’ll get it for you, johnny, don’t you move an inch.”

when you leave he’s giggling and kicking his feet!!

he loves being treated like a princess. he told me so!

teach him how to bake it’d be a fun thing for him.

not for you though, since it’s johnnys first time baking he’s gonna be really nervous.

he misses the bowl when cracking an egg, puts too much milk and sugar, stirring to slow, all that.

but shockingly, the finished product is really good.

you definitely encourage him to grow more and more, to get out of his shell.

you take him everywhere you go to show him other things he could be doing, and he doesn’t mind.

you motivate him to try new hobbies, ones he never thought he’d try.

like you even got him into knitting! he thinks it’s a calming activity.

until steve and sodapop walked in on him knitting. wasn’t so fun no more.

“are you knitting, dude?”

“hell yeah man, knit me a sweater.”

“…hop off my back guys.”

being his cheerleader>>

he gets so happy when you cheer him on it’s so sweet.

“yeah, n then we won the rumble.”

“i’m so proud of you, johhny! that’s so cool!”

normalize writing notes for johnny cade to make him feel loved.

when you leave them for him, whenever, he gets so giddy with joy.

“whatcha readin’ there, johnnycakes?”

“a note y/n gave me.”

“oooo you inlove, huh?”

“..yea.”

may 20th, 2023. 11:19AM.

[clovermarigold]

Could you do a one shot of MK1 Johnny with a street racer reader?

Johhny Cage x Street Racer Reader

Johnny was in peak of his career, every movie he was in earning award after award. He was practically expected in every action movie of the decade, along with the occasional rom com. So here he is, looking over the long list of films his agent had procured for him to star in. Most had been by the request of their directors, but a few were movies his agent went out of his way to look into.

Being that films took years of work to film and edit, reshoots and last second voice overs, Johnny could only really commit to one, and the occasional small series or backup role. Looking through the list his attention was caught by a high pace action movie where he would star as the lead; an undercover cop trying to crack down on Los Angeles' street racing epidemic, only to be drawn into numerous hijinks.

It seemed like an interesting concept, the script was good, and he did have experience with this studio and director. But the real draw was the warning that was attached with the script.

Due to the risk factor involved in numerous stunts, scenes, as well as for realisms purposes. All cast members will be required to take safety courses as well as in constant supervision of professional consultant at all times.

He was going to be doing his own stunts and working with a real street racer. If that didn't have 'Cage Flick' written all over it in bold he didn't know what did.

He of course got the part, he still questioned why the audition was even necessary.

His first day on set was simple enough, meeting the cast and crew, as well as a few brief investors for the movie. That was until he met you.

You had grown up in LA and gotten into street racing fairly young, so naturally you were the best pick for this job. And the producers were willing to pay a fuck ton to be able to advertise that extra layer of 'authenticity'.

You were an instant hit with the cast, getting along with nearly all of them instantly. Johnny in particular was rather captivated. It was your first time meeting such a high-profile celebrity, even as a born and raised LA resident.

The attraction on Johnny's part was immediate. Confident, hot, and looked damn good in the driver seat.

Throughout shooting, you had coached Johnny on safety guidelines and how to do complex drifts and turns.

That wasn't to say the attraction was one-sided. Hell, you had thirsted over this man with your friends when you binged his movies. So, when you heard the director making fun over him about his less than hidden attraction towards you, you took your chances.

A hand guiding his when instructing him how to use the gear shift, giving him pats on the back when he figured out how to pull off the reversed driving sequence, and being extra sure he was behind you when you decided to bend over to inspect the hood of the car. (there was nothing wrong with it)

Despite what media would have you think, being an actor is a very busy and grueling job. Johnny had wanted to ask you out a number of times, but by the point he had enough courage and confidence that you were also interested, filming had wrapped up.

So here he was, sitting in an Italian tux, surrounded by some of the most talented minds in the filming industry, with an Oscar nomination, wondering where the hell it all went wrong.

"Johnny" he looked to his co-star sitting to his left. Looking down to see the small bound together papers with the word 'draft' on it.

"It's soon, but, by the looks of it.... It's been greenlit" A sequel?

Well, seeing as he was the main lead, it was no doubt they'd need him to come back. And if they did?

He knew the condition he was going to demand if they wanted him.

Maybe he could finally ask you out for that drink.