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criminalamnesia · 3 months

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If it's not too much would you consider a roommates! Gaz and Soap where you need temporary housing and they offer to put you up for a couple of months in return for some housekeeping and cooking? But then it's awkward sharing a space with three people and two bedrooms so you end up a free use maid ✨

so I’ve been thinking about this,,, and I’m actually changing your idea a little bit (I hope that’s okay!)

also I got completely carried away with this and I miiight already be thinking about a part two where things get a little spicier, like you asked! 👀 keep a look out :))

(also I will 100% write for roommate!johnny&gaz eventually but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head!)

you’re soap’s sister, and when you tell him you need a place to stay, he doesn’t hesitate.

it didn’t click in his mind how your moving in may pose a problem until he’s helping you pack your stuff into a van.

one— he lives with gaz, and he may have forgotten to tell his roommate that they’re adding a third to their already small apartment.

two— there’s only two bedrooms.

gaz was currently on a special assignment, so these two things weren’t a huge problem at the moment. johnny shoots his teammate a text, informing him of the predicament and apologizing for just now telling him.

gaz responds, obviously a little peeved, and johnny’s suddenly absorbed in his phone, trying to soothe ruffled feathers and make this work.

you’re huffing as you keep shoving boxes into the van, your muscly brother now too preoccupied to continue helping.

“little help here, johnny?” you call from the trunk, and johnny startles from his spot leaning against the side of the truck.

by the time he clicks his phone off and resumes helping you, him and gaz have settled things.

you’d have johnny’s bedroom. johnny could sleep in gaz’s room until gaz got back home. and the rest would be worked out at a later date.

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you’ve never met gaz before. sure, johnny has told you all about his teammates and his roommate in particular, but you’ve never actually met the man until now.

he makes you screech in terror, holding the broom you’d been using to sweep the kitchen up like a sword. he chuckles.

“how’d you get in here?” your eyes are wide, taking in the man in front of you, and then it clicks. you remember the pictures johnny had shown you.

this was gaz.

and fuck, he was hot.

“I live here, love.” he says, his tone obviously amused as he looks you up and down. “gonna put that down? or will I be sporting some broom-shaped bruises for the next week?”

“oh, sorry—” you scramble to put the broom down, leaning it against one of the kitchen counters. “I didn’t hear you come in, and johnny didn’t tell me you’d be home today.”

“he didn’t know,” gaz shrugged, walking further into the kitchen now that your weapon of choice had been set aside. “where is he, by the way? we’ve got a lot of talking to do. gotta figure out this room situation.”

you pick at your cuticles anxiously as you shuffle out of the way, allowing gaz to open the fridge. he grabs a bottle of water and twists the lid off, and you’re mesmerized.

wait, what?

you mentally shake yourself from your stupor.

“um, he’s at the gym i think. he should be home soon.”

gaz nods, taking a swig from his water. his eyes settle on you once more as he shuts the fridge door.

“but about the bedrooms,” you start, taking a step towards him. “johnny can have his back. im fine with the couch, and—”

“oh, absolutely not, love. I’d sooner take the couch than make you sleep on it.”

“no no,” you say, shaking your head. “I’ve already caused enough problems by moving in. please let me—”

he cuts you off again with a dazzling smile. “it’s settled, love. you’re not sleeping on the couch. and your moving in isn’t a problem, trust me.”

damn, he’s smooth. you feel your cheeks getting hot, and you have to force yourself to look away from him before you melt.

“okay, well, if you won’t let me take the couch, at least let me do the chores and stuff, yeah? it’s not like I have much else to do,” you tell him with a dry chuckle. the whole reason you’d resorted to moving in with johnny was because you were between jobs right now.

you quite literally had all the time in the world to help around the apartment.

kyle almost looks like he’s going to protest again, but he doesn’t. he must see how much you want to do this, how badly you feel for ‘interrupting’ (you’re absolutely not, and although he’d been miffed about johnny not asking him about you moving in at first, he couldn’t care less now. you were stunning).

at his silence, you give a firm nod. “alright then,” you grin, and he matches your expression. “nice to finally meet you, gaz.”

“kyle,” he says, and your smile widens the tiniest bit.

“kyle.” you say, as if testing the word out on your tongue.

“sis, y’home? I was thinking chinese for dinner!” johnny calls out as the door to the apartment opens. he steps inside, toeing off his shoes before rounding the corner to the kitchen.

“you shite!” johnny laughs out as he spots gaz in the kitchen. they both chuckle, embracing each other in short hug, slapping each other on the back.

“y’broken?” you hear johnny ask, and gaz shakes his head.

“nah, all good.”

johnny nods, patting gaz on the shoulder before his eyes shift to you.

“see y’ve met my sis,” he says, moving towards you and ruffling your hair. you groan, slapping at his hand. gaz laughs. “hope she hasn’ given ya trouble.”

“I just came in,” gaz says, eyes meeting yours for a brief moment.

“so she hasn’ had the chance yet, then,” johnny jokes, and you roll your eyes. “chinese alrigh’ gaz?”

the other man nods, and the two soldiers fall into familiar conversation. you feel as though you’re intruding, and you attempt to slip out of the kitchen unnoticed, but gaz stops you by mentioning your name.

“I was just telling your sister that she’s not sleeping on the couch,” he tells johnny, and then his eyes slide to you. you look sheepish, like a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar.

“oh, o’course not,” johnny agrees. “I can take the couch, she’s my sister.”

“we could switch, yeah?” kyle looks at johnny. “that couch isn’t that comfortable, mate. I don’t wanna be hearin’ you complain about your back in a few days.”

johnny laughs, but nods. “sounds good. looks like you’re livin’ the life then, aye?” he says to you, and you open your mouth to speak, but kyle beats you to it.

“actually, we were just talking about all that. your lovely sister here was saying she’d like to keep the flat clean.”

“s’that so?” johnny questions, eyebrows raised as he looks at you. “y’don’t have to do that.”

“I want to, johnny. it’s the least I can do after barging in on your lives.”

you can tell by the look on your brother’s face that he’s going to argue, so you swiftly cut him off.

“no arguments! it’ll give me something to do anyways.”

johnny concedes, then excuses himself to shower. you tell him you’ll order the food as he leaves the kitchen.

you and kyle are alone again, and his eyes are trained on you. you clear your throat before fishing your phone out of your pocket.

“what’s your order?” you ask him.

kyle grins. he knows what he’s doing to you.

god, this was going to be an interesting stay.

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author’s note:

this is my first time really writing both johnny and Kyle, so I apologize if they seem ooc!

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ilove-masked-men · 5 months

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I like how we all just formally agreed soap has sisters. And how he's the middle child. Iconic.

#cod #call of duty modern warfare #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwf2 #john soap mactavish #cod headcanons #mactavish sisters #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish #cod soap #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap x reader

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warnersister · 1 month

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THE HIGHWAYMAN

Cowboy!Jake (Hangman) Seresin x Reader

• Series •

Summary: Jake Seresin: Highwayman. Riding along coach roads with his gang of the fellow Dagger Squad. But when his companion is in immediate need of a horse, they stop in a town Jake had avoided for the past 5 years. The place he’d left his beloved as a threat from her father, Sheriff Beau Simpson. But when he returns for good, Simpson isn’t having some highwayman get his way with his daughter. Not if he had anything to do with it.

Connotations to smut marked with *

Prologue

Chapter 1 - The Return to Miramar

Chapter 2 - Damned if you do; Damned if you don’t

Chapter 3 - The Dead Man Walking

Chapter 4 - A glass of Bourbon from Denison

Chapter 5* - A night worth dying for*

Chapter 6 - A bargain with the executioner

Chapter 7 - Listen to her gut

Chapter 8 - Unfinished business with a pistol

Chapter 9 - Please, not another 5 years

Chapter 10 - Gifts from Sacramento

Chapter 11 - May God have Mercy

Chapter 12 - A hanging in the Spring of ‘63

Chapter 13 - The girl with no father

Chapter 14 - You’re needed East

Chapter 15 - An apology is a blessing

Chapter 16* - A final goodbye and a first hello*

Epilogue

Fin.

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imbadatwrighting · 2 months

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Curtis!reader: Yeah, I think people will be pretty happy with my winning phrase: “You just got banged.” Then I point to my bangs.

Darry: Mm, Hun, don’t say “banged.”

Curtis!reader: What’s wrong with “banged?” I banged you. I banged Soda. I banged Pony. I banged the whole gang!

Darry: Oh my god.

#Curtis!reader is too young to know what banging is #source: bob's burgers #x reader #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #curtis sister #x female reader #platonic #curtis brothers #darry curtis x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #johnny cade x reader #dallas winston x reader #two bit x reader #steve randle x reader #cue to Dallas laughing in the background

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kylietellin · 4 months

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regina! curtis sister!

A/N : this is funny cuz I just finished watching Mean Girls for like the tenth time..

bleached blonde hair. 👩‍🦳

You do it by yourself because it’s expensive😭🥹

you are lwk all bark

if you get into a fight with someone, the gang fights for you🫣

you’ve flirted with every one in the gang (except your brothers) at least once (joke or not).🤪😜😝

you’re tongue is lethal

you’ve even made Dallas cry once from what you said😭

he thinks it’s funny though

Ponyboy HATES when you bring your boy-toys over

he also hates how every guy seems to know you or had a situation ship with you

your mouth gets you in trouble at school

and outside of school😝😂🗣️

you have a burn book

you have multiple pages for everyone in the gang

you were just joking! And in the heat of the moment you added them..multiple times..😉

Darry found a pink thong in the laundry and had a fit

it was kinda embarrassing 😕

Sodapop scolds you for being so judgy

like I HC you hating Sandy even before she cheated 🍵🍵🍵🍵

you don’t sit with Johnny, Ponyboy, and Two-bit at lunch

”that’s embarrassing” - You

you'd rather die than do that

you change in the bathroom at school and put on more makeup😭

ponyboy snitches on you sm

Anger issues 🖕

you threw a little tantrum once because the gang was being little cockblockers and you flipped the whole dining table over🤣

nobody tries to roast you or hurt your feelings you will flip out and say something 10000000x meaner

they love you tho💗🥹

#kylietellsજ⁀➴₊⊹ 🎀#curtis sister imagine #curtis sister #darry curtis #curtis gang #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #mha smut #steve randle x reader #two bit mathews #dallas winston #johnny cade

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nympheaecaea · 15 days

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୨ৎ where him and i meet ୨ৎ

SUMMARY ୨ৎ park wonbin stumbles upon a magical hotel and meets the girl of his dreams (literally). OR witches, elves, shapeshifters and gods run a hotel.

PAIRING ୨ৎ god!park wonbin x witch!yn

GENRE ୨ৎ fantasy, fluff, slow burn, eventual smut

FANDOM ୨ৎ riize, nct, red velvet

when yn woke up, she tasted it in the air. something was amiss with that day.

on the weekends, she ought to wake up early. from mondays to fridays she’d sleep until the sun was in the north and the birds were no longer singing, and when she’d get up, the table would’ve been laid and lunch prepared. but on the weekends, yn was asked to eat breakfast before. thus, she woke up early on the first day of the rest of her life.

the sun was already up, chalky and chilly, yet bright in the wintry morning. yn's home was still, where there should’ve been the pandemonium of timed errands, there was only the void of those who had left. she enjoyed that stillness. rising from bed, she pulled the silky covers and tidied the embroidered pillows–her covers weren’t stretching enough and her pillows weren’t fluffing up enough. if it weren’t for that stillness, sohee, her younger brother, would’ve barged in, plopping himself on the mattress and rolling around on top of her plushies, sungchan would’ve followed, picking the fluffiest ones to punch, withal, she found haechan to be the worst of them, he’d talk and talk and talk. for that, she enjoyed that stillness. yn smoothed her dress and braided her hair–her dress wasn’t fitting as well and her hair wasn’t curling as much.

downstairs, the morning was awakening with the ushered lull of chirping and whispering, the footsteps that scattered and the glassware that clattered. yn joined her housemates at the table–it was a glossy mahogany, so vast it could’ve fitted a village, with a surface strategically covered in breakfast foods: bowls of rice and soup, platters of meat and pancakes, and the herbal tea irene would brew for their spirit.

“good morning, dearest.” irene, who had been engrossed in her newspaper, greeted the girl. “did you sleep well?” she asked softly, her voice always a solemn whisper. she took a drag of her pipe, the flowery smoke surrounding them. irene was a witch of primeval blood: she dried flowers to put in her pipe and brew in her tea, believing that it would connect her to the land and make her spirit stronger, she had a willowy black cat, who ran errands for her in the human world and read the morning paper, and she liked to hunt. but never animals.

“like a baby,” yn assured her. before she could return the question, however, seulgi pushed through the swinging doors with her hip, her steps careful and eyebrows furrowed with all the concentration she had to not spill the plate and cup she carried. “there,” she sighed, as she settled both in front of yn. “a full english breakfast with freshly processed apple juice.” she smiled charmingly, her cheeks rising with a tangerine glow. “and!” she started adding, “i made it from scratch, no sorcery, at all!” seulgi finished, bouncing slightly on her feet with excitement.

haechan, who had been silent–a blessing that yn had come to find only happened when he ate–, scoffed at that. seulgi could glide so lightly on her feet, she wouldn’t leave footsteps on snow, and she was a powerful fighter, but, oh, so graceful, it was as if she was dancing with her opponents. yet, she channeled her spirit as a newborn deer walking on its wobbly legs; sparks, blasts, and domestic fires. irene was the one to care for her, calmly dabbing a hand enchanted by runes over the flames and giving her a drag of her pipe. she was also the one to glare at the boys when they snarked, shutting haechan before he could even interject.

yn gathered the different ingredients of her breakfast plate in a bite, and even as she chewed the rushes of flavour, she could not stop tasting the wrongfulness of the day. she decided to ask, even if she feared the answer: “say, auntie, where is uncle taeil?” she had noticed the moment she went down the stairs, taeil had not been there with his gigantic crochet sweaters and his freckled cheeks rising with his blinding smiles to greet her.

irene took a sharp breath and put down her pipe. “left this morning,” she only said, knowing that yn would understand. “didn’t even say goodbye, that sappy bastard…” she rolled the dampness off her eyes and raised her pipe back to her cherry red lips.

taeil’s departure would be the beginning.

yn knew his day would eventually come, as it would irene’s, as it would hers and as it had her mother’s. just the same, she wasn’t prepared for it.

all magical beings were called into the draft. eventually, a pigeon would deliver a letter, an apparition would come in dreams, a knight would ride to the door knocker, and eventually, they’d be sent away. yn hadn’t always feared the draft, dreaded it, perhaps, but not feared. the day a cat had squished through her window, a small package in its mouth that demanded her mother, as if she were nothing more than a weapon, had fulminated the fear. her mother never came back then, even when she sat at the table eating dinner, she was still gone.

on monday a tiny little imp had waddled through the temple, irene swinging an elven axe in her hand at the sight of it, and taeil understood his turn had come. it had lingered in the air then, the loathing that taeil had tried to hide, but they could see. the way his smile was tightlipped, that of longing, the way his eyes were watery, those of regret. it was in the air, how he’d dance with sungchan and sing with haechan till late, so late, irene would tell the youngsters to go to bed, only to join taeil after, the way he’d ruffle sohee’s chocolate hairs and bake him cookies, or the way he’d stay in the silence with yn, just them in their own warm summery bubble, napping like cats stretched in the sun. they’d miss him, they’d miss him a lot. because, even if he came back, he’d never be the same.

“they’re back,” irene said, the darkness of her locks swinging as she turned to the door that led to their backyard. those opened in no second, and through them johnny and sungchan walked in, both covered in a thin coat of sweat and a blush from the gelid air. “good morning boys, how was the run?” she asked them.

“wondrous!” sungchan replied excitedly, “the weather is lovely, and the streets were so empty, i could shift into anything!” he declared, taking a seat next to yn and nudging a piece of her fried egg to himself.

johnny nodded through the younger’s words, busying himself with filling a tall cup of dark coffee. “hey,” he started, and oh no… “why did the morning coffee never talk to the herbal drinks?” he asked into the silence that had reached the room, “because they weren’t his cup of tea!” he finished with a cackle.

like irene, her aunt, yn was a witch of primeval blood. she had lived the beginning of her life by a river. there, she spent her noons learning and reading, entertained by the wandering spirits; the naiads, who would braid her hair and sing about the wonders of corporeal warmth, the kirin who would come to her window to watch her play the violin until her jaw was bruised, the pixies who would bring her flower crowns that would tangle against her mahogany curls, and when the moon would rise in the sky painted by veils of green and purple lights, her mother would come with baskets of the “outside”. she had always known there was another world out there, one with a roaring of engines and clocks, but she had preferred the world of her own creation, her, her mother, her aunts and, sometimes, a nice man that would bring her dolls.

and then, the cat came.

not a month later, she had left her small, sweet world behind. yn had followed baechu, irene’s familiar, carrying a violin case in her back and a luggage from the outside with her essentials: books so chunky she had to sit on the case to close it, gowns and bows sewed from the softest of the silks, and gifts from her unearthly friends. they had rushed through the train station, the small girl garnering looks from the passersby, old ladies who asked her questions and young boys who wanted to hold her braid. she had, of course, cried through it all. the engines and the clocks and the people and the tick tock tick tock and the click clack click clack.

so, like irene, she came from a long line of primeval witches, and she still didn’t understand things like morning runs or johnny’s jokes.

“it’s almost time to open up,” seulgi said looking at the watch on her wrist. “what is the schedule for today?” her eyes settled on sohee, who instantly opened a heavy book and pointed.

the younger boy, opposed to the boyishness his features still carried, was in charge. “we’re starting to get busier with the spring equinox coming, but there is not much to do today. i think we can have the day off.” he announced, finishing with a docile smile.

“and, hopefully, we’ll have somebody new come in before the spring equinox begins.” irene said, standing from her seat and smoothing her inky skirt that covered her to her feet. irene liked long, dark clothes, the sort of clothes that made kids point at her and say ‘mommy, look, witch!’. seulgi joined her, a contrast of darkness and colourfulness, whereas irene was elegant and dainty, seulgi was fresh and boyish, with youthful freckles and mandarin hair that sat at the top of her head showing her pointed ears with gold assets.

“it’s time.” sohee told them, eyes on the watch.

when the clock striked 10a.m, the temple opened.

coming soon...

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intrstellarhearts · 1 year

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the tuffest chick in tulsa - the outsiders x curtis sister!reader

fandom: the outsiders

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1094

request: yes / no

characters: reader, darry curtis, sodapop curtis, ponyboy curtis, dallas winston, johnny cade, two-bit mathews, steve randle

original request: do you mind doing the outsiders crew with a curtis sister!reader where she’s older than ponyboy but younger than soda. basically, the reader is short and the gang (except her brothers) don’t expect her to be very strong but in reality she’s really strong and does roller derby, baseball, wrestling, etc. just a little scenario or headcanons of the boy’s reactions to being shown up by a 15 yo :)

a/n: ty for this request!! i forgot how much i loved writing for the outsiders lol. just wanted to say that requests are super helpful, bc i often have writer’s block lmao. just send me an ask & i’ll write it!! (rn i have a lot of motivation to write for the outsiders, dead poets society and house md!!) again, these could be scenarios or headcanons, and can include the reader or not! the only rule i have is no nsfw :)

taglist: none right now for the outsiders!! (message me or send me an ask if you’d like to be included!!)

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“alright, c’mon ace! you can do it … go go go!!”

you bit back a smile at the loud cheers coming from your brother sodapop. a quick glance told you that he was right there, next to the dugout, with your other brother, ponyboy. you wondered if maybe darry got off of work in time to see you, but the quick call of the umpire quickly snapped your attention back to the task at hand. the sun was beating down on that hot april afternoon, and a bead of sweat came down your forehead. you adjusted your stance on home base, making sure your grip on the bat was tight. the game was tied, and you it was up to you to win. then the pitcher made his move, and there you were, swinging your bat.

“y/n! run! c’mon!!”

you were running alright. and now you ran even faster, having heard darry’s voice cheering you on. this was where you belonged, on the diamond. you could see the other team scramble for the ball, your own teammates cheering as you rounded the bases easily. one of the outfielders tried to throw the ball to the boy on third base, but it wasn’t going to phase you. gritting your teeth, you had an explosion of speed, and slid onto home base just in time. your teammates erupted into cheers as the game ended. you took off your helmet, a big grin taking over your face. you nodded to your brothers, and went over to get a drink of water.

you teammates were there to congratulate you, slapping you on the back and mussing up your hair. as the only girl on your school’s baseball team, you had quickly shown the boys that you were nothing to be messed with. growing up with three brothers, as well as the pseudo-brothers in your gang, you were way tougher than anyone thought. although, many of the boys in your gang still thought of you as fragile and delicate, despite years of showing them otherwise.

“aw, y/n, that was an AMAZING game!!” came the excited yell of your brother ponyboy as he bounded over to you, followed close behind by ponyboy and darry.

“thanks, soda.” you said, and you couldn’t hide a smile. you took a hand to your cheek, trying to wipe some of the grease paint off.

“here, use this.” darry said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a couple tissues. one glace at him told you that he had come straight from work. he looked tired, but happy. “good job, kid. now give me that bat. we need somethin’ to eat.”

“how about the dingo?” you asked, handing darry the bat and your helmet, then taking a swig of water.

“aw, y/n, i don’t wanna go to the dingo.” ponyboy said, shaking his head.

“did you hit the winnin’ run today, pony?” you grinned, nudging your younger brother. “i didn’t think so!!” you, darry, and soda began to walk away, towards the road that would get you to the diner. ponyboy hung his head, kicking the dirt on the diamond, but he followed the three of you after a moment.

the dingo wasn’t exactly the BEST place to hang out, but they could make a damn good milkshake and fries. plus, without steve there, you would finally be able to have food to yourself, instead of him stealing it all the time! it was a short walk from the diamond -- only about ten minutes. however, as you got closer, a familiar truck in the parking lot caught your eye.

“oh n-” you started, but they were already runnin’ towards you. of course the gang was here. of course. in the blink of an eye, two-bit and steve had already tackled soda and pony, and dally and johnny came over to you.

“how come your forehead has that bruise, shortcake?” dally said, leaning in to check it out. you had almost forgotten about it yourself, since it had happened earlier in the week.

“oh, nothin’, dal.”

“doesn’t look like nothin’.” johnny muttered, brow drawn with concern.

“aw, tell ‘em, y/n. it’s a good story!!” pony spoke loudly, dusting himself off as he got up, finally. you shifted your weight, suddenly seeming a bit less confident than usual.

“lemme guess.” two-bit started, and you turned to face him, an amused smile on your face. “you probably slipped or somethin’.”

“aw, lay off two. she ain’t that bad on her feet!!” steve said, punching him in the arm. the gang turned towards you expectantly, pony flashing a huge grin.

“well, i had a baseball game. not the one from today, it was a couple days ago. this guy on the other team started callin’ me names. y’know, stupid stuff. i didn’t think it would bother me. well, the ump started to tell me to shut up, all i was sayin’ was for him to stop!”

“and then what’d ya say?” johnny asked, completely invested.

“so then i get to third base. i decide not to go to home, ‘cause that would be too close of a call, y’know? so i’m on third base, and this jackass…” you quickly fixed your words after a stern look from darry. “this… guy thinks he’s all tough or somethin’. i try to go and run, but he trips me! i fell and hit my head and everything. the ump didn’t catch it, so i got up. he’s laughin’ so hard, and all i’m thinkin’ is that i wish he would shut up. so then i punched him.”

steve did a double take at that, and your smile grew.

“that shut him up pretty quickly.”

“shut him up?” pony began, excitement boiling over. “shut him up??? he was about to cry!”

“yeah!” soda agreed, illustrating by mocking the bully’s crying. “just like this. he ran off to the umpire, who totally called him on his problems.”

“hey, good for you, kid.” dallas spoke, nodding approvingly.

“wow.” johnny remarked, nodding as well.

“i didn’t even think you had it in you!!” steve spoke, messing up your hair. you made a fist to him, and he flinched.

“yeah, you better watch it randle!!” darry cleared his throat, and you put it down. “sorry.”

“maybe you should be our bodyguard from now on!” two-bit remarked, throwing an arm around your neck as you all made your way to the entrance of the dingo. “y/n curtis, the tuffest chick in tulsa!"

"and don't you forget it!" you remarked, grinning from ear to ear.

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#the outsiders #dallas winston #johnny cade #darry curtis #darrel curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders x curtis sister!reader #curtis sister #dally winston #the outsiders scenario #the outsiders curtis sister #the outsiders imagines #the outsiders headcanons

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haztory · 4 months

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[Rain, for good luck.]

⤷ johnny "soap" mactavish x f!reader; wedding fluff (w.c 1.5k)

a.n: i cannot stop thinking about a wedding with johnny. here you go

It’s a simple affair, probably at your own insistence, probably in theme considering the equally simple proposal. A presentation of a ring on an early Tuesday morning in your kitchen, your hair messy, sleep still on your breath as you brew two cups of coffee for you and him. He’s on his knee, then. Smiling wide in his sleep shorts, more sure of this than he could have ever been sure of anything.

The notice of marriage is sent to the registrar that week, a date for your elopement picked for six months later.

You’re able to squeeze a booking for a country estate beside a lake and it's perfect. Only immediate family and a few of your closest friends are in attendance, the same for Johnny. Your friends bunking in rooms together with his friends, your families closer than they have ever been before, laughter filling the estate as they all come to celebrate the weekend of your wedding. The smile never ceases from Johnny’s face and despite the chaos that comes with the whirlwind decision to get married (and the endless teasing accusations of a hidden pregnancy, of which you vehemently deny and he seems to smugly not deny), Johnny has never looked more content.

The day of is an exciting blur, beautiful nonetheless. Cloudy, but the sun beams brightly behind them as a slow breeze sways through the estate. You awake in your bridal suite alone until you’re quickly joined by the number of women who flit and bounce through your room in elation. Your bridal party fusses over your makeup, adjusting pieces of your hair lightly to fit the style you want, crying tears of joy all the while. Your dress lays elegantly pressed in its protective sleeve on the neatly made bed, your shoes sitting beside it.

It’s a snapshot of a moment, delight tangible and permeating. It breathes through the room, light and airy, the anticipation of it—of marrying him— an addictive high that you inhale with deep breaths and hold steady within the locket of your heart. Your dress sits, almost beckoning you into its awaiting caress; Into the future that waits for you in the love and embrace of the man who could hardly delay until dawn broke before asking you to be his forever. You reach for it, letting the long awaited hold consume you—it’s a sweet and dreamy becoming. The softness of the built love enveloping you in the tendrils of its blossoming, and your mother remarks with a teary smile that you are glowing.

You’re walking down the aisle an hour later. Johnny stands at the end, dressed in the ceremonial regimental uniform, and the smile—the same smile that’s been plastered on his face the whole weekend since you arrived at the estate, the same smile that greets you every morning and night—falters in place when his eyes land on yours. It turns watery, and the breath that he takes upon seeing you is heavy. He’s quick to wipe his eyes with his thumb, but you see it even from the distance.

You’re married soon thereafter. Pledges exchanged, vows uttered sacredly to one another as only those who matter look on you. Even then, it feels like it’s just you two; You and Johnny standing beside the lake as nature sings her blessing into the union, and grants permission for man to kiss his bride. And you’ve kissed Johnny before, many times before, and yet, this one is different. It stills earth and life to this moment; all that could be transforming holy within the second, transcending beyond this plane of existence and into the next. A formidable, stilling, precious moment.

You become his, he becomes yours. Forever.

Even when a light drizzle of rain falls upon you in the seal of the kiss, the sky turning a darkening gray in a split second, nothing tramples the becoming. As rain falls harder and your guests run back into the stone house with screeches of shock and surprise on their tongues, you and Johnny fall into a suspended laugh.

“We should go with them.” You tell your husband—husband— as your veil sticks to you like second skin now from the wet and the point in your heels begins to sink into the mud of the grass.

“Let’s stay out here.” He tells you, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him, the other hand cupping the side of your face. Droplets drip down his nose in the downpour, but the grin grows even wider as he leans forward for another kiss, “I wan’ tae enjoy my wife.”

Shared kisses turn feverish in a slow burn, Johnny pulling more and more from the depths of you as his hold tightens and you both stand alone to bask in the luck of your joy. Eternity could be spent out here, and you suppose maybe that’s what marriage is all about. Only when you are called inside by your respective families—”Get oot o’ the rain, ye eejit lovebirds!” His sister had yelled— do you return to the realm of mortals, of simple reality.

Singing, and dancing, and speeches, drinks spilled and stomachs clenching in on themselves as full bellied laughter turns to painful wheezing. Johnny’s sisters crowd around you, blubbering at how grateful that their bawbag of a brother caught someone like ye, your parents charmed evermore as Johnny sits beside them and talks their ears off about the the history of this particular part of the country, and you catch from the corner of your eye two shared friends of yours finally making their move on one another. Caught in the wistfulness of romance, they lean close to one another and you make a mental note to tell Johnny that he now owes you ten foot massages.

The reception is the gateway to the rest of your life—and it's wonderful.

The party goes well into the night and when you return to your bridal suite, Johnny is in tow. Your heels are held in his hand and his suit jacket is draped over your shoulders. Giggles peter out into tired sighs and he flops onto your bed with little reservation when you open the door.

“We should consummate.” He mutters to the ceiling, eyes closed as you unlace his dress shoes and tug them off. He heaves a great breath of relief when they’re off of his feet, “Lemme make a real woman out o’ ye.”

“How romantic.” You laugh, tossing his shoes to the side before falling on top of him, nuzzling your own tired head into the crook of his neck, inhaling the faded scent of his cologne and the warmth of his own musk. His hand caresses your back, following a familiar pattern of tracing onto your spine. “Think I was already a real woman before you met me, though.”

“Aye, ‘s probably why I liked ye so much.”

You hum amusedly and sweet silence befalls the two of you. Slow breaths of honeyed happiness that dips into the steady cadence of welcome sleep. You’re halfway to dozing off entirely when he pats you gently, whispering about a bath. He takes the lead, unzipping your dress and laying it with considerable care on the bed before drawing yourself and him into the shower. He washes you both as you lean against him, the warm spray and the soothing strokes of his hands on your neck, your shoulders, your back, lull you deeper into him, deeper into the embrace of sleep.

You awake the next morning to the filtered light of gentle sunlight in your eyes. It’s hard to fight the stickiness of slumber, especially since you know that you have nothing pressing on the agenda for today—but in the stretch of your body against the sheets warmed with rest, your foot touches that of another; And you realize, you haven’t woken up alone this time.

Your husband—husband!—sleeps soundly beside you; His hair is pulled in tufts that you know he’ll soon shave back to his signature mohawk come deployment time, deep breaths exhale from his slightly open mouth, the sheets tangled between his legs as one rests in the cool air of the room and the other lies next to yours underneath the duvet.

It’s quiet in the estate, hardly anyone awake or moving just yet as you sit up in your bed, surveying the state of the room in the glow of a peaceful morning. Johnny’s suit is crumpled by the bathroom floor, your bouquet and other gifted flowers decorate the surfaces around the suite, and your dress lays worn and loved at the foot of the bed, white chiffon spilling over his exposed foot and onto the footbed.

This is the rest of your life. An eventful night; a romantic sight. Youthful longing and late-night fantasies suddenly forgotten worries as they are fulfilled in this moment alone.

You fall back into the bed, attaching yourself into Johnny’s side and breathing him in.

“Still need to make an honest woman o’ ye, Mrs. MacTavish.” A glance upward reveals that his eyes are still closed. You fix yourself into him deeper, wrapping your arm around his bare chest as you lay your head against him. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in tighter.

“‘m counting on it, Mr. MacTavish.”

He smiles and you both return to the homecoming of sleep as rain begins to tap gently on the windows of your life together.

(Rain, for good luck.)

#john soap mactavish #cod x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #soap x reader #johnny x reader #cod #i think about this man so romantically its so overwhelming #he is husband to me #i am his wife #also i owe a public apology to you all #said i was going to come back and then DIDNT #my sister died lol #anyway #commence with cod fantasies

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aniyas-weird-writing · 9 months

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Good morning to you 💙 I hope you’re having a great day today, if it isn’t too much trouble please could I request headcanons of being Johnny Cage’s mature younger sister 💙💙

Yes! I like the idea of that. A mature younger sister to an immature older brother lmao.

Headcannons of Johnny Cage and his mature younger sister.

Theme: Fluff, headcannons

Warnings: None

As Johnny Cage’s younger sister, you have to put up with his bull.

You slightly cringe when he makes terrible jokes (or jokes at all)

You tell Johnny that he’s a horrible and self sophisticated ‘husband.’

Your always with him just in case he says something that you’ll know that makes other people cringe. (you usually drag him away by the ear)

Cassie (and maybe Sonya sometimes) come to you for advice on how to deal with Johnny. Your advice is to ignore him which shocks them because.. well, I don’t think Johnny would handle someone ignoring him lightly. (he would most likely annoy them more)

Johnny would try and make you an actor, saying that you have a poker face and could “be a Hollywood star.” But you would decline, saying that you don’t want to end up like him.

*Pained Laughter from Johnny*

Overall, you have to deal with an immature baby but you still love him.

And that concludes this request. I honestly think this is a crap post and hopefully I’ll do better in the future.

req from: @danielle-marie

#aniyas-weird-writing #aniyasblog #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage x little sister reader (platonic)#mk11 headcannons

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cobrakaisb · 4 months

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party for two

summary: johnny writes and releases a song about you or a look back on your relationship with johnny so far

word count: 1.7k

“so i don’t know if you guys know, but i recently started seeing someone new,” he pauses while the crowd stops and cheers, hundreds of girls screaming for him.

“she’s so amazing and i actually wrote this next song about her, so is it okay if i sing it?” he asks, fiddling with his earpiece as the crowd continues to scream in agreement.

“this is party for two,” he announces, jumping right into the song as the music picks up.

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they were all sitting around the table, the sun slowly sinking beyond the horizons. the small group was a mix of hockey players, close friends, siblings, and a musician. everybody had a drink in their hands, even her, although she was keeping it close to her side, out of her brothers’ sight. someone connected their phone to the jbl speaker, blasting random rap music. she’s barely paying attention to the people around, instead staring out at the lake and sunset.

“are you drinking?” somebody asks, sitting down next to her. she flinches slightly, putting the seltzer in a less visible spot. “maybe,” she whispers, looking to meet the green eyes of the singer. johnny orlando was the bane of her existence. she’s had a crush on him since basically forever, but he was older than her and completely uninterested. besides, he was friends with her brothers, and that just complicates the matter even more.

johnny laughs at her, “relax. i’m not gonna say anything.” she nods, smiling softly at the boy as she relaxes back into the couch. he does too, his arm casually draping across the back, his fingers drawing circles on her exposed shoulder. they slip into mindless chatter; he’s asking her about school while she asks about his music and career.

“well, i’m going to london in a couple of weeks to perform at a music festival,” he says. “that’s so amazing, john. i’m so proud of you,” she says, genuinely happy for him. if she couldn’t have him, the least she could do was support him. he blushes at her words, his cheeks taking on a rosy color. he shrugs, feigning nonchalance, “it’s whatever.” she takes the moment, him sipping his corona, to admire how handsome he is with his backwards hat and black tank top.

“aren’t you cold?” she wonders aloud, fingers dancing along his bicep. she watches as goosebumps arise on his skin. “why don’t you come warm me up sweetheart?” he teases, gesturing for her to come closer to him. she feels her cheeks flush, but agrees, moving in his side. her head rests on his shoulder, her back angled so that it’s flush against his side. now his arm is fully wrapped around her, as she cradles the seltzer between her hands, pulling her knees up to her chest. they continue to sit in silence, just absorbing each other's presence.

it feels too good to be true; it is too good to be true. “johnny! come sit with us bro! we’re gonna set up a bonfire,” luca shouts, waving the singer over. she takes that as her cue to leave, getting up from the couch and his embrace. she takes the final sip of her drink before saying, “you should go. i’ll see you tomorrow.” he nods, a sad look in his eyes as he watches her walk away, back into the house.

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it’s they’re last night. tomorrow the hockey boys and college friends go back to their respective hometowns, and johnny, he’ll be getting on a plane to london. she realizes then, as she’s sitting on the doc, feet dangling over the edge, that she doesn’t want him to leave. they’ve gotten so close over these past few weeks; spending countless minutes together. she’d be doing herself an injustice if she didn’t tell him how she feels. but the thought is scary; there’s rejection and disgust lingering in the back of her mind, plus the blatant disapproval from her brothers.

“penny for your thoughts?” the voice says from behind her, the one belonging to the boy she’s trying so hard to forget. she stands up, turning to face him. her hands are slightly shaking, and she begins to fiddle with the strings of her hoodie, the one with her high school logo on it. she tries to meet his eyes, but the second they connect, she’s breaking the contact.

“i need to tell you something,” she whispers, eyes still looking off in the distance.

his face falls. his whole demeanor seems to come crumbling down. “what’s wrong?” he asks. she takes a deep breath, fingers twirling around and around the gray strings. “i have a crush on you, john. i have for the longest time, and i know you’re older, but i’m eighteen now, so there’s really no reason why we can’t be together,” she rambles. “unless of course, you don’t want to be with me,” she finishes, finally looking at him.

there’s a moment of silence before he answers, and in that moment, she can’t help but feel foolish. “it’s not your age that’s stopping me sweetheart, it’s your brothers,” he explains softly.

that answer isn’t the one she’s expecting; it’s not a yes, but it’s not a rejection either. “they don’t have to know. at least, not until we’re serious,” she replies, rushing to get the words out and prevent him from leaving her. “it could be our little secret,” she whispers, looking up at him through her lashes.

she’s practically begging for him to agree, and even though they aren’t together, he knows he can’t deny her anything. “is this really what you want?” he asks, gesturing between the two of them. the last thing he wants to do is force her into something she’s not entirely sure about, especially a secret relationship. “i’ve always wanted you, john,” she replies earnestly. he smiles at her answer, hands reaching out to grip on her waist. he pulls her forward, and her hands rest on his chest. he leans down so their foreheads are touching, “okay then. let’s give us a try.” she smiles, one that takes over her entire face, as her arms wrap around his neck, fingers playing with the strands of his hair. “that’s all i want.”

///

“where are you going?” luca asked, eyeing her outfit up and down, disapproval clear in his gaze. “out,” she answered, fixing the straps of her tank top. “with who?” he continued to press. “a friend. why do you care?” she snapped, slipping on a pair of sandals resting by the door. “i just didn’t know you had plans. that’s all,” he mumbled, walking away without a second glance.

she huffed, finally leaving the house. she walked down the block, to the end of her street, where johnny was waiting for her. they agreed he’d meet her there to avoid alerting the fantilli boys of their relationship. she took one last glance before opening the door to his black car.

he jumped at the noise, looking up from his phone. when his eyes met hers, he relaxed, smiling softly. “hi,” he whispered, taking in the baby pink tank top and light washed jean shorts. “hi,” she answered, looking at his hawaiian shirt and silver necklaces. “you look so pretty,” he mumbled, leaning over the center console to kiss the corner of her mouth. she flushed at his words, mumbling a thank you. he smirked, leaning back into his seat. “buckle up so we can go,” he said, waiting until the seatbelt clicked before taking off.

he pulls into the parking lot of the small cafe that seemed to be the setting of all their dates so far. risking a glance at her as he puts the car in park. “i hope you’re not mad that i brought you here, again,” he says. she giggles, shaking her head no, before turning to face him. they sit there, in the car, just staring at each other for a couple minutes. “are we going to sit here all day? or should we go eat?” she asks, hand reaching for the handle to get out of the car. “right, that.” “oh yeah, that.”

he grabs her hand the second she’s next to him again, swinging them back and forth. they walk casually to the hostess stand, laughing the whole way; exchanging secrets and jokes only they know or understand. once they’re seated, drinks order placed, he jumps right into it. he’s holding her hand from across the table, thumb rubbing gently across the back of her palm. “come to london with me,” he whispers. her eyes widen, mouth falling open in surprise. “what?” she replies. “come to london with me. please,” he begs.

her mouth falls open and then closes repeatedly, like a fish out of water. there’s hesitation in her eyes as she looks at him, trying to come up with the right words; trying to decide between her head and her heart. “john, i can’t. you know i can’t,” she whispers softly. her eyes hold nothing but the desire to go, but he knows he’d never be able to convince her. he smiles, one with a hint of sadness, before saying, “just figured it was worth a try right?” just as she’s about to say something else, the waitress comes back with their drinks. “so are you guys ready to order?”

///

they were sitting on his bed, nothing but the glow of the led lights illuminating their faces in the dark. there was some music playing in the background, but it wasn’t overbearing, just more so to fill the quiet. she’s talking him through something, drama with her friends maybe, but he’d listen to anything from her. she stops suddenly, smiling when she hears the music playing in the background.

“dance with me? i love this song,” she says, getting off the bed to move around to the beat. johnny laughs, turning up the volume as he joins her. they dance together, in their own little private party, just soaking up their time together. at that moment it was just them, at their own little secret party. and it was perfect.

///

and we can throw a party

without our friends, just watch you dance

and i won’t tell nobody, just you, me, and the moon

#johnny orlando x fantilli sister #johnny orlando x reader #johnny orlando blurb #johnny orlando #luca fantilli #adam fantilli #cobrakaisb aus #cobrakaisb writing

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coffeeandbatboys · 1 year

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Being a Curtis sister and getting hurt HCs

Warnings: mentions of hospitals and violence.

Darry tries to tell himself that you're a big girl and can take care of yourself.

But if a Soc dare lay a finger on you, its not just the Curtis kids they have to worry about, its every single Greaser in Tulsa.

Sodapop is pretty chill when it comes to worrying about you.

The only time he gets worried is when you get knocked down and stay down too long.

Ponyboy doesn't try to protect you, rather, he stays by your side and has your back.

When you are hurt in anything other than a fight, though? Something is very off.

There was one instance when you received a gut punch you weren't expecting.

The pain was searing and didn't go away for days.

It turns out that your appendix was about to rupture.

You had been hanging out with Two-Bit, buying some random things for a random occasion, when you collapsed from the amount of pain your side contained.

He panicked and took you to the hospital, only calling Darryl when you were in the emergency room.

When Darry arrived at the hospital, Two-Bit left to find Sodapop and Ponyboy.

Their sister never got sick, so it had to be bad.

Pony, Johnny and Two were the most available to help you during the weeks following while you recovered from the operation.

You hated that you couldn't do some things by yourself, but also grateful for the boys.

When your restrictions were lifted and the doctor had cleared you, God was there a celebration.

All of the boys came over to the Curtis house and Had a party.

#the outsiders #curtis sister imagine #curtis sister reader #Darryl Curtis #Soda pop curtis #ponyboy curtis #two bit mathews #johnny cade #the outsiders x reader #The outsiders x platonic!reader #Curtis brothers x sister!reader

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lukeevangelista · 1 year

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can we have some Beecher and youngest Hughes fluff?!

I Think I Might Love You - Hughes!Sister x Beecher

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“I think I might love you.” Johnny whispered as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You two were currently cuddled up on his couch in his apartment, your head against his chest.

“You- what?” You asked, confusion striking your features. You weren’t sure how to respond to your boyfriend of just a few months.

Sure, you had known him for a while because of Jack, but still.

Throwing around the L word wasn’t something you took lightly.

“I think I love you.” He repeated, more firmly.

He knew he did, he just didn’t know how to tell you; or when.

He knew weeks ago when he saw you in his apartment, in his tshirt at his stove. He was watching you cook breakfast and knew this was something he could wake up to every day.

He knew then he loved you.

“Why?” You murmured out.

“Well,” he shifted as he slowly moved to lean against the headboard, your head now resting on his torso, “First of all, I adore how much you love your family. How protective you are over Luke, hell even Jack and Quinn.” He started as he ran his hands over your arm, “I love how your eyes light up when you see your friends, family, anyone you love. I love that smile that’s on your face when you see a dog in the streets or in a video on tiktok.” He continued on, “I love how demented your mind is when there’s something you laugh at that honestly, you probably shouldn’t have,” he chuckled as you let out a laugh at that, “See? Inappropriate timing.” He pointed out, “and that’s just a few things that I adore and love about you.”

“When did you know?” You asked sheepishly.

“I knew from the moment I met you,” he said, “but it really set in a few weeks ago when you spent the night.”

You gave him a smirk as you looked up at him, “That was a good night.”

“It sure was.” He grinned down at you, “Seeing you that morning, in my clothes, in my house? Made me want to relieve that entire night again.”

“Well we can always relieve it again,” you replied as you ran your hand over his chest, “Oh! And,” you laughed, “I think I might just love you too.”

#hughes!reader x johnny beecher #johnny beecher x hughes!sister #soft thoughts w/ari #johnny beecher #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

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mdpplgtz03 · 2 years

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Johnny Lawrence became a sensei again and teach karate. he meets daniel's little sister, reader in the bar. she is still single and an yoga instructor

LaRusso? Daniel LaRusso is your brother? - Johnny Lawrence

Summary: After a long day teaching, Johnny decides to stop by the bar, like every night, to drink his daily beer. But annoying calls and beers lead to encounters and surprises...

Pairing: Johnny Lawrence x LaRusso's sister!reader

Author's Note: mistakes will be corrected later. I hope you like it and thank you for requesting! 💛

After a long day of training the boys of the new Cobra Kai, Johnny lets out a big sigh as he finally closes up the dojo. Returning to the world of karate is not easy. He definitely needs to get fit again… And he definitely needs a beer.

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The bar is not as crowded as it normally is in the evenings.

Johnny sits down and asks the bartender for a beer, the same one he drinks every night. The young man nods and immediately leaves it in front of him, ready to drink.

As always, Johnny proceeds to distract his mind with the television that hangs a few feet from on the bar. And although what he is seeing is nothing important, a female voice next to him prevents him from hearing whatever he is seeing, which irritates him.

"I know- listen Dani, I had a long day, I don't think I can go- yes, I understand, but-" the voice pauses to let out a sigh, "I'm very tired. I had a long day, I was late with the rent- no, I don't want your help - you know I always appreciate it but I really don't…"

The conversation continues for a few more minutes, then an 'I love you too' is heard, and after that, the call ends. That seemed to relieve him. Finally he thinks to himself and then he focused all of his attention back on the television. Or so he thought.

"A beer please" but it wasn't just that, it was exactly the same one he's drinking. Which is weird because hardly anyone drinks it. And that seems to pique his curiosity because he turns around to see who is the woman, the cool woman, who drinks the same beer as him.

There, sitting next to him, one arm supporting her head and the other simply stretched out, is you.

And you honestly didn't plan on doing this. Everything was supposed to go well today… which was the complete opposite. But after having spent the hard day, the bar came your way... and you needed a break.

"Long day huh?" You hear someone on your side. When you turn your eyes, after thanking the bartender for the beer, you meet a blond guy. By appearance, he seems one, two years older than you, he wears a plain black shirt, and on top of it, a light checkered red shirt.

"Sorry?" You try to sound nice, but you're so stressed that you just want to drink, go home, take a shower and sleep.

"I usually drink that one" he nods at your beer, "when I have bad days"

You notice that in his hand is the same bottle. "I guess then today was that bad for you huh"

"Something like that" Johnny takes a sip of his beer.

"I'm Y/N" you hold out your hand politely, Johnny looks skeptical at first but then shakes it.

An electric current runs through your hands for a second. "Johnny"

–

"You don't seem like the type to do karate," you laugh.

Two hours later, you are both sitting at a table, this time with two empty plates and a couple more beers. both enjoying each other's company, as well as getting to know each other thoroughly.

"That's rude. Are you saying that because of how I look?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I shouldn't judge by appearances" Both laugh.

"Well, being a yoga instructor, shouldn't you be drinking water, or all that healthy shit you guys do?

You explode of laughter for a few seconds, then you calm down and decide to answer. "Yeah, well, I don't usually drink actually, but today," you sigh, "Today I definitely needed it. I was late with the rent, I forgot the money at home because I was late and-"

"Yeah I know. I heard you when you arrived. Well I didn't know it was you but," I must admit, you looked stressed, your husband must-"

You correct him. "No, no," you laugh, "Daniel is my brother. I'm single." You let out a nervous laugh.

Johnny didn't expect it. You are very beautiful, impossible for anyone else to not notice that.

"Sorry, I thought," Johnny decides it's best to take another sip of the beer, the last one.

"I'm the little sister," you say. "And he's always worried about me, he has since our parents split up and he moved in with mom. You take a short pause.

"He'd helped me a lot and I really appreciate it! But since I moved out here he seems to be checking up on me all the time, but come on, I'm an adult! I can take care of myself!" I laugh. "But I guess it's in his blood. Being a LaRusso isn't easy," You add nonchalantly.

Johnny chokes on the last sip of beer. He hopes he has misheard.

"Are you okay!?" You threaten to get up to help him but he shows you with his hand that he is fine.

"LaRusso? Daniel LaRusso is your brother?"

You don't understand, so curious, you ask,

"Yeah, why? Were you and him friends or something?"

How weird that you didn't know. He thinks. But remembering what you said about your parents, that's when he realizes. It may not be a good time for you to know…yet.

"Yeah, well, let's say him and I are good old friends" and what 'friendship' Johnny and Daniel had.

#johnny lawrence #Johnny Lawrence imagine #williamzabkaimagines #johnny lawrence x reader #cobra kai #karate kid #Johnny Lawrence x LaRusso's sister #mdpplgtz03'swritings #mdpplgtz03answers

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warnersister · 1 month

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Chapter 1 - The Return to Miramar

The Highwayman Series | Prologue | Chapter 2

‘No Entry – Construction (TRANSATLANTIC RAILWAY DUE TO FINISH 1869)’ the sign read and the frontman on his horse creased his brows into a tight and questioning line. “1869? But its 1863.” He said, voice in a questioning tone. “haven’t you heard?” his companion asked “east and west are racing to see who can build the most. Gonna be shut a while” he said matter of factly, while straightening out his mustache from where the Tennessee heat had frazzled it. The former grunted in response “this is our way though” “well were gonna have to go a different way hangman, don’t fancy getting Spitfire killed by a train” the other told him, motioning to the fine mare he was riding on. He nodded “yeah hornets too young for that, rooster you’re right. You know a different way?” hangman asked. Rooster thought for a minute, straightening out his mustache again, already bunching up under the springtime humidity – but this time, more in thought than in maintenance as he turned to look at his surroundings “already crossed Mississippi” he said, remembering when they’d crossed the mighty river – not wishing to back track on that path. “were gonna have to go the whole way round, through missouri – Kansas, take a left at colorado” “could we not go trough Texas?” Hangman asked, thinking of a shorter route they used to traverse a decade prior. Rooster raised his brows “aint Sherrif Simpson still after us?” he asked and his friend shrugged. “Already told the rest of ‘em to meet us in Louisiana and it’ll take weeks, months to get there if not, were good as dead if the Indians aint as hospitable again” there was silence for a minute “plus you’ve got a stache now and I’ve got this sweet bod, he wont recognise us” Hangman said, flexing while Rooster threw his head back and laughed loudly “bod ain’t as good as mine, bagman” Rooster said and the other shook his head “c’mon. Texas it is."

This route was fresh, recognisable but still; new-(ish). There were plenty of structures that were erected since they’d last abided there, especially in the Plains – a substantially belittled number of natives and much more Easterns who you could tell had no business being in Western heat – searching for green grass but getting tumble weeds in lieu. They’d reached their meeting point but a week later, reconsiliating with Coyote and Bob who’d been engaging in business up in the rockies, taking the strongest horses but only returning with one. “Hercules?” Hangman asked and bob shook his head “struggled all the way up, slipped, poor boy couldn’t handle it. Was cryin’ in the night he was. Had’a put him out o’ his misery” the four all bowed their heads and shook them in remembrance for their fallen companion. “damn” rooster said. “Well there's no way the two of ya can manage all the way to New Mexico on Chinook, let alone California” Hangman said. “we passed a ranch on the way down here in northern Texas, town called Miramar” Bob told him as Rooster and Hangman shared a look. “Ain’t that where we nearly got hung?” Rooster asked “sure is Brad.” Hangman thought for a moment “Good mares?” Hangman asked “the best” coyote said “young lady an’all. Mighty fine on the eyes” “guess we’re heading up North.”

The ride was slightly awkward with Coyote and Bob both on one horse, they changed primary rider every hundred or so miles – and it made it easier to travel at night, but still; a man wanted his own horse and Coyote was proud of Chinook, but the horse was starting to weary with some three hundred pounds on his back. But eventually they saw the sign. White lettering and red background, carved so deeply into old mahogany and almost illegible, but it was undeniably so: Miramar. So close you could almost make out Oklahoma, but far enough away and enough Stetsons present to recognise the contrast between what was and what wasn’t Texan territory. “where’s this ranch of yours, Bob?” Jake asked, swallowing harshly as he eyed the infamous town over his sunglasses; Bob pointed straight ahead, and adjacent to the Sheriff’s office, was an unassuming parlour attacked to a decently sized acreage of farm, a good seven or eight horses feeding off their dinner. “alright. Let’s get in and get out.” Jake said, instructing his horse to move forward as he did so. “you guys got history here or something?” Javy asked and rooster snorted “yeah something like that” “what happened?” Bob asked “lets just say he had a thing for the Sherrif’s daughter and he organised to hang him if he didn’t get out of town.” Rooster explained, recalling the events from what seemed like yesterday. Jake cleared his way as a way to get the lot of them to shut up. He still had the ring he was going to give her in his breast pocket.

They drew a lot of attention as they rode through town – strangers clearly dressed in travelling attire. But they were the Highwaymen, not pilgrims. Coyote hopped off the back of Chinook and Bob followed suit, heading to the girl who had their back turned to them, currently attending to a young pony who seemed to refuse to leave the refuge of her stables. “Excuse me, ma’am – any of these horses for sale?” “Uh huh the lot of ‘em” she’d replied, turning to the strangers to greet them as customers. Jake felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. “jake?” “hey, petal” he replied, unable to muster anything else as he looked at you, still as mighty fine if not more gorgeous than he day he’d hit the road with rooster. You looked to his left and nodded “Brad” “hey pretty” after the short and unsweetened reunion. “Y’all should get off my ranch. My daddy still has a right mind lynchin’ the two of ya” you say smally, turning to reattend to the horse. “Still?” Rooster asked with a smirk but Jake was taking it more seriously as you nodded your head to the stocks “meaner than the day you left” “sweetheart-“ “I aint talkin to you, Jake” you say and look at your feet “look, my horse passed in the rockies; was hopin’ I could but a new ‘un to get us to California. Got any up for the job?” Bob asked and you looked at him. “Uh, we got a few. Albatros is gorgeous and strong, but I don’t think she’ll last ‘till Cali.” You place your hands on your hips, surverying the pack “Falcon, he’ll get you there but no further.” You say “that there” you point at the strong, pale coloured horse in the back of the field “Lightning. God he can ride, got the strength of Zeus. He’ll get you there, hell he’ll get you through Mexico and back. But he’s my favourite, he’s gonna cost ya” Jake smiled “God he was just a young’un a few years back. My, he's grown” he says, recalling the day he’d gifted you the horse. He’d saved up all his money, didn’t even steal him, brought him all the way from New Mexico. Didn’t even ride him, he walked on foot – made sure the mare had his breaks and god your smile when you accepted him. His hair matched Jakes, so he’d always be there when he wasn’t. “You’re willing to sell him? After all this time?” you finally look at him, pain apparent in your eyes “you left, Seresin” that hurt “you bought him as a reminder. Don’t need no reminder of you, boy” you say “well ‘m here now-“ “exactly.” You cut him off and there is a silence.

“How much for Lightning?” Bob asked after a while. “Make me an offer.”

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imbadatwrighting · 1 month

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*Curtis!reader hearing someone in the kitchen*

Curtis!reader: I should let you know, I’ve read a book on Jiu-Jitsu, and I’m prepared to throw it at you

#Johnny in the kitchen just trying to get water: 😧#source: bob's burgers #x reader #x female reader #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #x male reader #curtis sister #platonic #curtis brothers #johnny cade x reader #darry curtis x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #ponyboy x reader

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kylietellin · 4 months

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Curly Shepard x Curtis Sister! reader 🥵 I swear nobody makes these its so annoying

A/N : I'll do this as HC since you didn't out anything else

Idk why but this gif makes me weak in the knees 😍😍😍😍

You're probably twins with Ponyboy or younger than Soda other than Ponyboy.

Being the sister of the curtis brothers and part of the curtis gang warded off lots of heartbreaks.

You thought that you were just ugly, but no, guys are just scared of your brothers.

It's kind of the same for Curly, he's the younger brother of tim and older brother of Angela.

He has a bit of a reputation for fighting, with that and his last name, girls were kinda scared of him.

Being avoided by future girlfriends and boyfriends made you guys relate.

Also the gang stuff.

You never saw Curly like as bf material until Highschool.

He also didn't think you were cute until then.

One random friday, he comes to your lunch table, where you're sitting with some girlfriends.

He sits down next to you and starts flirting and successfully scored a date and number

(he already had the number since he'd been over at the curtis house before but getting a girls number kind of is a check off on picking up a broad)

You got all cute and decided to go.

He tried to have.. y'know.. after the date, but you sternly told him that you're not that easy

Made him want you more

After months of secretly dating, Tim catches you two making out and somehow it gets to the gang that you're dating Curly.. hmmm i wonder who spilt the beans?!

Ponyboy denies everything

"My sister isn't dating anyone"

If you are twins with him, it might hurt his feelings that you didn't tell him.

Sodapop thinks it's some sick joke 'someone' (Tim) made up to provoke Dallas or somethin.

"Yeah sure..."

Darry considers it since you'd been more sneaky and quiet recently.

Doesn't actually realize it though.

Johnny is the only one who actual thinks it's true 1000000%

"You're too stubborn, Pone."

Dallas fights Tim

He thinks its to provoke him

Tim uses it to win arguments with him at Bucks

Two-bit needs someone to remind him

He completely forgot about this whole dating rumor.

"wait she's dating who?"

Steve half thinks it's true, but Sodapop tries to explain how it's all fake.

"Man, you sound kind of crazy, but alright."

The gang really finds out when they catch you wearing Curly's well known leather jacket. Also, Johnny brings up the fact that he saw you and Curly at the Dingo on dates for the past few months.

"Why're wearing Curly's jacket?" Ponyboy asks.

"why would it be curly's?" You respond.

"It has that little red string sewed in a swirl in the collar." He responded. How does this kid know everything?!

Gang goes wild.

"Lets rough him up a bit" Steve suggests.

"Oh, yeah I forgot to say, I saw her and Curly on little dates at the dingo past few months" Johnny says randomly.

"YOU DIDN'T THINK TO TELL US?!"

"I didn't think anything of it" he replied

You are grounded btw.

During your grounding, Curly, stupidly, came to the house, thinking it was only you there and the gang was sitting in the living room like wtf...?!

You had to rush Curly out before shit went down.

Took a while for the gang to accept him, but it happens.

#kylietellsજ⁀➴₊⊹ 🎀#curly shepard #curtis sister imagine #curtis!sister #curtis gang #the outsiders #johnny cade #dallas winston #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #steve randle x reader #two bit mathews #circa 1965

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