#ok back to cleaning 🧼

[flipphone01st]

PLEASE write the mafia 141 idea you posted🥺I'm in love with the idea so much already!!!

Mafia 141/Bartender reader- Part one

Johnny🧼

Mostly Johnny/reader in this fic, because ive decided to split this up into different parts that will focus on different characters Like part 2 could focus of Gaz/reader.

Warning: not proof read, bad joke, swearing, alcohol and smoking, Johnny is a lil shit, and pushy, poorly written accents, (if I forgot anything that could have a warning let me know )

this is literally my first time actually writing a full fic so it's probably mediocre, FEEDBACK AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS GREATLY APPRECIATED. Other then that I hope you enjoy :)

Stupid uncle, stupid debt, stupid bar. You hated this, but you suppose its your own fault. If only you had just closed the door when your uncle showed up at your door begging for help because he had gained massive debt to one of the most infamous crime bosses in the city... Johnathan Price...if only you had just said no and didn't drive your ass down to Price's club and demand to speak with him, didn't try and bargain for your uncle...maybe then you wouldn't be forced to work for the bastard...

Two hours...thats how much longer you'd have to spend standing behind this bar. You swear to god, if other drunk yells at you you'll shove a jigger down their throat, and your 'coworkers', if you could even call them that, weren't making your life easier. If anything they were hellbent on making it worse. "Yer lookin' a bit peely wally." Johnny chuckles while cleaning a margarita glass, it was just him today, said Kyle was off doing something for Price, you didn't want to ask what.

You glance up at him, eyes narrowing in confusion and slight annoyance "..huh?"

"Means you look like shite." He clarifies.

You sigh and stand up, nudging an empty box away with your foot "thanks... asshole." You grumble. He chuckles and raises his hands in mock surrender, "Awe come on, I'm just funnin' with ya. You look fine, a wee bit red in the face, but that's it." He grins, you didn't hate him, he could actually be quite hilarious sometimes... sometimes...You roll your eyes. He laughs and takes out a cigarette, lighting it up. "Ya want one?" He offers.

"no...I thought price didn't like us smoking around the drinks.."

"Aye, he doesn't." He shrugs, taking a drag of his cigarette. "but what ol Pricey doesn't know won't kill em."

"mm.." your nose scrunches in disgust at the smell. you take a small step away, not wanting the smoke to settle on your clothes. He blows smoke out the side of his mouth, away from you "yer no fun ya know that?" You scoff, "pft..I can be fun.", while crossing your arms, and leaning back against the bar with your lips shaped into a slightly grumpy pout. "Oh?" He chuckles again, leaning back against the bar himself "can ya? Let's see, tell me a joke."

you think long and hard "uuuuuuuuuuuh..ok I got one. What do you call a fake noodle?" Johnny squints his eyes "...what?"

"....an impasta..."

"..."

"..." You're both silent, completely silent.... just staring at each other...

"..." Johnny sighs "that joke was dogshite."

Your shoulders slump forward in defeat "I know." He chuckles, "Well at least yer aware." before taking another drag of his cigarette. before looking at you with the most smug grin you've ever seen "but that also just proved my point...yer no fun, pipsqueak."

"Pipsqueak?" You raise an eyebrow as your eyes narrow

"Yeah, you heard me. Yer a wee'un." He teased, god you wanted to whip that stupid grin off his equally stupid face. "you're not even that much taller than me."

"I'm seven inches taller than you." He points out.

"...nuh uh.."

"Fuck ya mean, nuh uh?" His eyebrows furrowed as he tries not to laugh, on the other hand, your brows furrow in annoyance. "I mean, nuh uh."

Johnny chuckles, and places his hand on top of your head. He then leans down, the tip of his nose almost brushing yours "dena it alllll ya want..." His eyes were locked with yours, the faint smell of cigarette smoke almost making you recoil in disgust. he leans even closer, you try and lean back but you're stopped by the bar. "...yer still a pipsqueak!" then ruffles your hair aggressively.

You slap his hand away, glaring at him while fixing your hair. "Jerk! Don't do that again." you grumble, and to make matters even worse, you feel your cheeks heat up a bit. "Awe, someone's all hot and flustered now." He smirks, giving you a small jab with his elbow "c'mon now, I was just joking around, relax."

You groan softly and roll your eyes, pushing him away and walking to the other side of the bar, trying to find anything that you could use to ignore him. Johnny grins, quickly putting out his cigarette and following after you "see! that's exactly what I'm talking about. Such a grump...don't tell me yer so boring that ya don't even like a bit of harmless flirting?"

"go away, Johnny." You don't look up from the drink you were pouring for a costumer "Aww, c'mon. I'm just tryna lift yer spirits." He wraps his arm around your shoulder "you like me don't ya?" He grins, not expecting a positive answer.

Your eyes widen and you move out from under his arm "no." Was your immediate response, your voice stern. Johnny grins wider and moves to stand right in front of you, leaning right up and practically invading your personal space. "Don't lie to me now. I bet ya daydream about me, don't ya? About all of us? Me and the lads, hm?"

Your face goes red "what?" He grins, almost deviously "you think I haven't noticed the way ya seem to float off into lala land while staring at me or Kyle work? When Simon's gotta rough up some jackass? Or even when price is literally just in the room with ya? Don't try to dena it, pipsqueak...just can't keep us all out of yer fantasies eh?" His hands slide their way onto your hips, he didn't seem to care about the bar patrons laughing and ooing, some even getting annoyed that the two bartenders were flirting with each other instead of enabling their alcohol addiction.

Your brain felt like it was short circuiting, it had become uncomfortably warm. If you were a truther..you'd admit that despite hating these four men...they were kinda hot. But you're a god damn liar and you'll be one till the day you die! "i-i!..no..no way!.. you're crazy! There's no way in hell id ever like any of you like...that.."

"Mm...sure... I'm definitely crazy." He leans even closer, his voice a whisper as he presses his body into you, the two of you basically chest to chest "...crazy about you." He leans down to try and steal a kiss, you're eyes widen comically large but thankfully before you could even react the gruff voice of Simon makes Johnny freeze just before his lips could graze yours "That's enough, you two 'er supposed to be workin, not swapping spit." He glares at Johnny, you didn't notice it but there was a slight hint of jealousy in his dark eyes... you didn't notice, but Johnny sure as hell did.

Johnny quickly backs up from you, and then looks at Simon with a smug grin on his face "Jeez... Yer no fun either, Si. We were just messin' around." Simon stares him down, not breaking eye contact with Johnny for a good two minutes, until finally letting out a deep sigh "just keep it outside of work..." then glances at you, "Price said you're free to go for today.."

You nod "uh..thank you." You awkwardly stutter, still trying to process what just happened and understand how it made you feel... were you embarrassed? Very. Were you necessarily uncomfortable?... strangely enough...no, you weren't uncomfortable. Simon nods then walks off into his little office behind the bar, Johnny watches him go, then his gaze wanders back over to you "Sooo, ya gonna head off then?"

"yeah.." you answer, somewhat shyly. Johnny nods, a quick look of disappointment on his face before he masks it with a smile "alright, then...have a good night, pipsqueak." He shrugs playfully, and begins walking off to serve a poor bastard that had been trying to order a drink for the past five minutes. ".. you too, Johnny.." you mutter while walking out from behind the bar to towards the break room to get your stuff and finally leave....what a weird ass day...

END OF PART ONE. Please let me know what you thought

[callofdudes]

Dying in their arms - 141

CW: Death, blood, might put you in a coma.

Don't ask me why I made this... Because I have no good excuse other than I absolutely LIVE for writing angst 😌 it will be short but I intend to try and at least sadden you for even a moment.

Can be seen as romantic or platonic.

Soap 🧼

Johnny still remembers the sound. Or lack there of...

"Y/n? How copy, what are your coordinates?"

Silence.

"Y/n!! I heard heavy fire from the east, how copy?"

"Y/n answer me please!!"

Johnny rushes through an old building. He'd be searching for you for hours. Were the comms down? His insides tighten at the idea of where you were. Hopefully safe and alive.

He moves out of the house just as two military trucks pull away. "Y/n, two trucks leaving. Where are you??"

He follows the side of the building to where the trucks were and freezes

"Y/n?"

You were laying in the street. In your own blood.

"Y/N!!" Johnny runs over. His blood boiling and then freezing when he sees you. "No no no no no-"

He drops to his knees and pulls your limp body off the ground and into his arms. Blood drips from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes full of life for a mere second. Your body seems to give up when Johnny finally reaches you, and the light fades from your eyes. Your eyelids close as blood continued to pool around Johnny.

"Y/n wakeup... Y/n come on, wake up!"

He starts to shake when you don't respond. You don't open your eyes, you don't breathe. Tears swell in his eyes. "Come back..."

"Please... Open your eyes... It'll be ok..." He wheezes.

Johnny wails. heavy tears ruin his face as he sobs. "Come back- COME BAAACK!!" He screams. Pain destroys his voice and rips open his throat. He holds you tightly, trying to shake you awake.

"PleEeEase!!! Come back!" He couldn't lose you. He couldn't. Your soft features tear his big heart into shreds. His whole body quivers and shakes. The bloody wound stares at him like a monster. With teeth and fiery eyes, taking you away from him.

His hand finds his comm before he can think.

"GHOST!! Please I need backup now! PLEASE!!!!" He screams again, fingers tightening in your hair. "I can't let you go..." He hicks. "I-I can't let you go..." He runs his fingers through your hair, choking on sobs.

"Anybody!! Help me!!" His comm was empty. "Please..."

Ghost 💀

Ghost had lost sight of you. It was only for a minute.

"Alright, take it slow, don't rush, don't rush. You're so close."

"Thanks Lt. It's really great to have you at my-"

He heard a shot.

Ghost bolts up. That wasn't him. "Y/n!?"

No response.

"Y/n how copy are you safe!?"

Silence.

"Shit-! No!! No!!" He abandons his gun and runs down the embankment. His heart pounding in his chest. There you are, laying in the road. "SERGEANT!" He runs to you and falls to his knees. You were toppled sideways, a bullet clean through your head.

Simon feels the wind knocked out of him. "No... NO! No nonononono-!" He pulls you up into his arms, limp and quickly growing cold.

"Look at me. Y/n look at me..."

"LOOK AT ME!!" He yells out of desperation. "You were so close please! Come on! Wake up... Wake up please-!"

He quivers and tears start to form. "Oh God..."

"Oh please no- please come back..." He grabs your hand and pulls it to his chest. everything seems slow. His eyes are seeing you but his brain isn't catching up that this is happening. That you're gone.

He cradles your body against the back of the alley wall and looks at you.

"Come back..."

"You're ok..."

His hand drops and rests on your cheek. Pain squeezes his chest and a great weight presses against his throat. Tears swell in his eyes as he holds you tightly. "You can't go..."

He whimpers, pressing his face into your messy hair. He starts to shake violently, no longer sure what to do. If he had made it... If he had noticed the sniper maybe he could have saved you.

He rips off his mask and hugs your body as tightly as he can. "You're the only family I have left- I can't lose you! Please Y/n for me!! For me! I can't go back to them without you!!"

"We're teammates y/n please!"

"I've taken care of you as best I could. I-I treat you like my sibling, you are like family- PLEASE!! DONT DIE!"

He screams for the first time in years. His body shakes with sobs, tears streaming unprovoked down his cheeks into your hairline. "Please don't leave me alone out here..."

Gaz ⚽

You'd been hit with a bullet. Gaz pulled your arm over his shoulders and walked you to the safety of a small hut just outside of your target zone. It wasn't safe but it would have to work.

He places you down on the floor and gets down next to you. "How's the wound?" He asks.

You breathe out heavily and pull your hand away, blood squelching from your side. You groan in pain. "Not good..."

"Let me go find some proper bandages ok? I'll be right back." He takes his gun and starts to search the cabin.

You feel cold and shaky. Your eyelids are heavy and you've lost too much blood to recover from quickly. "Kyle!" You call out desperately.

He returns with a few bandages and kneels at your side. "What's up? You ok?" You take his hand and shudder, tears swelling in your eyes. "Can you hold me..?"

"Yeah, I guess, just let me bandage-" you grab his wrist. "Don't bother..."

His eyes widen. "Y/n no I need to get you out of here." You grab his vest and pull him closer, his warm body sending shivers across your own. "Take off my gear..." You whisper. Kyle doesn't hesitate, stripping you down to your t-shirt and pants.

Tears are already swelling in his eyes. "I can't- no-!"

"Hold me, Kyle."

Kyle sniffles and pulls you into his arms. You rest against his warm chest, quaking hand grabbing the hem of his shirt. he closes his arms around you and presses a short kiss to the top of your head.

"Do it... Finish the mission... For both of us ok?"

He sobs and nods. You wipe away his tears and squeeze him tightly. You slowly close your eyes and rest back against his chest.

Kyle sits there. He sits there for what feels like hours. He sobs. He wails. He screams until his insides hurt and his voice gives out.

He hugs you in his arms, begging you tell him what he did wrong. His body moves and he brings you into the bedroom. He lays you on the bed and holds your hand tightly, a shaking, sobbing mess.

Price 🥃

You had your back leaned up against a building, heaving in the darkness. Your leg was shot full of pain, twisted and broken from your fall out of a military truck and you were losing blood quickly.

"Captain..." You shudder into your comm.

"Hang on y/n, almost there. Just a little longer."

"I don't know how much longer I have..." You cough blood up onto your uniform and down your chin.

"Hang on soldier, I'm coming. I'm gonna be right there."

You drop the comms and close your eyes. It feels heavy and cold. Your own blood the only warmth against your cold tactical gear.

Price wasn't far away, you knew that. You just had to try and hang on.

Price slams on the brakes of his vehicle when he reaches you. The empty dark streets make him want to move quickly. "Come on y/n!" He rushes over and grabs you. You're bleeding beyond repair but your eyes flutter open enough to see him.

"come on, I'll carry you-!"

You cup his cheek and run your thumb over his rough skin. "John..."

"It's ok- it's going to be ok!"

You ignore him. You have little time left and so many things still to say. A tear runs down your cheek as you shudder out a final breath.

John holds onto you tightly. His hands dig into your forearms even as your hand drops away from his face and your eyes close.

"Y/n..."

He presses his forehead against yours, feeling the life leave your body. His jaw clenches and tears form in his eyes. His body shakes with rage before he starts to cry. Tears slip down his cheeks, overcome with rage and sadness.

"I'm sorry..." He hugs your neck and lays your head on his shoulder and cries. He couldn't lose you. He'd lost so many good men and women he couldn't let you die too.

"Give me one more chance... Give me one more chance I know I'll do it right-!"

He shakes, his body throwing him out of sorts. "I can't lose you all..!"

He sits there alone in the darkness. He was all alone now. No one to come back home to. All he could do was mourn your death in the darkness.

"It was an honor serving with you..." He whispers shakily. He presses a soft kiss to your temple and lays you on your side. He salutes and climbs back in his truck, the sound of enemy patrol on its way...

Hi. No, if this hurt you, I do not apologize 😊

[builder051]

🧼 no spidey prompts from me today! just dropping in to say it's good to see you back, but i'm also glad you took time off to take care of yourself!

Thanks, friend. Happy to see you too.

Ok, my secret is… I really dislike hand-washing. I promote it as one of the first steps of primary prevention, but being a good example, I am not. It’s kind of a sensory thing, and I also find it a little illogical (why wash your hands with crummy public bathroom soap and frigid water and dry them with a waste of good tree pulp when you just end up with a wet smart watch and have to touch a germy door handle to let yourself out?). I much prefer hand sanitizer (hanitizer, right?)or alcohol wipes or baby wipes. HOWEVER, when I have any visible/observable substances on me (usually paint), I do wash the traditional way. I also am careful about only touching my face or areas with medical devices with clean hands. I’m immunosuppressed, and the last thing we want is an infection. Still, the goal there is to be sterile and stop the spread of bacteria, not necessarily to be “clean.”

[aphrorite]

my to do list !!

ok. im gon be able 2 do this. i can finish it - and i can do great ! i am so capable, more than ever been. and i will pick myself up! am strong!

self care | time took: 30mins

brush ur teef for pearly whites! 🪥 ✔︎

brush ur pretty hair so it stay soft n silky 🙆🏻‍♀️ ✔︎

change into new cloths for day! 👚 ✔︎

lotion ur skin so it stay baby smooth! 🧴 ✔︎

get urself a glass of water 💧 ✔︎

do some morning stretches 🧘🏻‍♀️ ✔︎

get a lil snack 😋 ✔︎

manifestation log ✔︎

homework | time took: 5hrs

internship tracking sheet ✍🏻 ✔︎

assemblage reflection ✍🏻 ✔︎

assemblage rubric ✍🏻 ✔︎

assemblage visual resource file 🎨 ✔︎

for tomorrow | time took: 30mins

pack lunch 🍱 ✔︎

put supplies in bag 🎒 ✔︎

prepare outfit 👗 ✔︎

hand in resumes for jobs 📝

cleaning / chores -> throughout the week

m cat roscoe

change all his waters n fill up w teeth cleaning solution 🐈

bathroom

wipe mirrors with windex 🫧

scrub sink 🧽

use toilet cleaner 🧻

take out trash and replace with new bag 🗑

vacuum floor 🧹

bedroom

wipe dresser and desk 🧼

put papers in right spot 📄

put makeup bag in better spot 🛍

put lampshade back on ceiling 💡

clean under bed 🛏

vacuum floor 🧹

living room

re-arrange table 🖼

dust bookshelf and tables 🪑

vaccuum carpet 🧹

vacuum cat tower 🧹

family room

wipe tv set n electronics 🧼

wipe furniture 🧼

re-arrange coffee table 🛋

vacuum couch 🧹

vacuum floor 🧹

agere stuffs -> throughout the week

post diary log 📔

post food ideas 🍔

work on bio 🖍

funs + organizing -> fun ideas

organize some seagate files

find mods for sims 4 !!! 🛒

play sims 4 !!! 🎮

[tri-point-bruiser]

🧼 , Alice and yer main guy.

🧼  : your  muse  bathes  mine  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness

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TAGS: blood, angst

It had taken Raphael much longer to get them to his lair than usual, both because of his injuries, but also because he was making doubly sure they were not being followed. Normally he would make a trip like this alone, but he couldn’t risk just leaving Alice there, or taking her to her own home and having her followed. This would be the first time she had seen where he lived and while he trusted her, he wasn’t sure she was ready for the reality of his lifestyle. 

Winding through the tunnels Raph made it to one of three secret entrances into his own personal lair. He had been carrying her and running purely on adrenaline at this point and it was starting to run out. By the time they made it through the corridor and into his lair proper, he was starting to limp slightly. Setting Alice down on the floor Raphael gestured around.

“It ain’t all fancy, but it is clean and cozy. Kitchen is back over there, help yerself ta anythin ya want. Tv remote is on the table there, the couch is huge but it’s more comfortable than it looks. Make yerself at home, I gotta tend my wounds ok?” Raph wasn’t exactly being impatient he was just in a lot of pain and he knew how badly he was hurt. 

Walking further back into his lair he stopped at his bedroom to peel off his gear and just dropped it in a pile. He would worry about it later. He did take his sai from their holsters and carry them back to his bathroom with them setting them on a low shelf near the massive stone tub. Well, it wasn’t actually a tub, it was a curved piece of cement on a base, something they found at an old construction site. Don said it might have been a left over part for the sewers, or something for a bridge, it was hard to tell. It had taken a lot of work to get it here, but it served well enough as a tub after some serious modifications. 

Digging around in his medicine cabinet Raph found he only had two vials left, he would have to let Leo and Don know he was running low again. After Mike was almost killed, Don and Leo had worked tirelessly, studying their blood, and some of the mutegen he had squirreled away without telling them. They had come up with what was essentially a modern day healing potion. It only worked for them, and all it really did was kick their self healing into overdrive. They only ever used it when things were bad, and Raph knew he was bleeding internally and one of his lungs was deflating which was why he was struggling to breath a bit. His shell was cracked and now that his gear was off and he was standing still, there was a puddle of blood growing quickly at his feet. 

Downing the vial Raph grimmaced and began filling the tub with water and tried to kneel to dig in his cabinet but that sent pain shooting through him to the point he almost screamed and ended up punching right through the little cabinet door.

“Oh my god RAPH!” Alice did explore just a little but had not really been satisfied with being left alone in an unfamiliar place. It had taken her a bit to find him hearing the crash and then seeing all the blood on the floor had her panicking just a little. “How can I help? Tell me what to do.”

Raph panted and wheezed just a bit, knowing he couldn’t get out of this and didn’t even have the energy to fight it right now. “Cabinate, big jar, has some weird lookin greyish liquid. Dump the whole thing in the tub.”

Alice didn’t hesitate and boy he wasn’t kidding when he said big jar. It was heavy but she did what he said even as she had to strain to do it. It smelled weird, but not bad, almost like a deep cave and minerals. It swirled in the water and was quite pretty making little iridescent patterns. She backed away setting the jar down trying to avoid the growing pool of blood as she watched Raphael stumble and slide into the tub. He was breathing hard and it finally hit hard just how badly injured he was. 

“Are… is there anyone I need to call?” Alice was worried this was it, she was going to lose her friend.

“Nah.” His breathing was wheezy but sounding just a little better. “Already got what I needed. Don made some stuff fer when I crack my shell. It helps clean it and will make it easier for it to heal. I may need ta go see him ta get it sealed, but I should be fine once I let the medicine work it’s magic.”

“Ok, is there anything I can do? Raph you saved my life, please let me help.” Alice stood there wringing her hands.

“Yer gonna get soaked… I .. can’t wash myself, my wounds need ta be cleaned. Especially my shell, The cracks are deep enough that, I’m bleedin, if it gets infected. Dunno if I can survive that again.” He was honest, and felt shitty for scaring her. 

“Fuck getting soaked.” Alice stripped to her under garments and just climbed into the tub with him. “Ok, tell me what to do.”

Raph just stared at her for a long moment. “I mean, ya could have just taken it all off at this point.” He laughed and then winced. “But I get it, ok. See that box, there is some scrubbers in there. First yer gonna have ta scrub my shell near the cracks, ya don’t gotta do the whole thing, but it needs ta be real clean.” He paused. “If ya think yer gonna be able ta handle it, once I’m clean, I can walk ya through the sealin process, but… it hurts me, a lot, yer gonna have ta be able ta handle knowin that.”

Alice paused, only for a moment. “If I don’t do it, you might die right?” She didn’t really wait for an answer. “Will you hate me after?” She asked delicately.

“Nah, My brothers have done it a few times. They have an easier time holdin me down, but I will do my best not ta thrash around, maybe just get ya ta tie me down first.”

“Kinky.” It was out of her mouth before she could stop it. 

This time Raphael laughed hard, so hard he was wincing and then panting struggling to breath as he rolled over and presented his shell. “Ok, no more makin me laugh, yer gonna kill me, and sweetheart, we are way past kinky already.” He paused for a few moments. “Ya got cute nipples.”

He deserved the small swat to the back of the head he received and Raph knew it, but soon he was settled down as he felt Alice begin to carefully scrub his shell. Her touch was so gentle and soft, soothing in the best kind of way. His voice was quiet when he finally broke the silence. “Thanks… fer all this… I know ya didn’t sign up fer any of it, but, I don’t know how ta tell ya what ya mean ta me, after everythin ya’ve done fer me.”

Since he couldn’t see her, Raph was unaware that Alice had been silently crying while cleaning his shell. Seeing the damage was shocking to her, knowing how  much of himself he put on the line to save her and his words made her smile, but her chest was tight. Those feelings, the ones she didn’t want to admit, were bubbling close to the surface and words were threatening to escape from her that she wasn’t sure he should hear, not now, not yet. “You  never have to thank me for being there for you Raphael.”