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Pairing: Leon Kennedy x f!Reader
Warnings: Fluff
Your daughter has always been the perfect mix of you and your husband, but lately, you’ve noticed that personality wise she’s resembling her father more and more.
While Leon is a great man, watching your daughter morph into a tiny version of him is rather… Interesting. The first time she showed some sort of sign, you mistook it as a one time thing– But now you’re lucky if you can go a full day without one of her corny lines. And while you’re not particularly mad, it’s concerning how she tries to mimic everything her father does.
“Leon, can you help me with Piper?! We’re going to be late!” you yell, trying to get your husband’s attention. He’s more than likely getting ready himself to drop off his daughter at school. Typically you can get Piper ready without any hassles, but this morning she’s particularly difficult to work with.
“I’m almost done!” she claims, though she’s still wearing her pajamas and has barely washed her face. You sigh, not arguing with her about a thing. You look in her closet for some clothes for the day, a task that she likes to do but won’t get to do due to her lack of urgency.
When you lay down the clothes for her, she pouts. “I wanted to pick!”
“Why don’t you hurry up then?” you say, a hint of annoyance in your voice. It’s too early in the morning for you to handle this.
“You know my knees are not like they used to be.” The comment from your daughter catches you off guard, almost earning a chuckle from you. Her knees, she claims as if she weren’t five. Luckily, you maintain a poker face as you mindlessly stare at her.
“Yeah, kindergarten is wearing you down, you look like you’re smoking a pack a day.” You turn around to find your husband leaning on the doorframe, fighting back a smirk as he looks at his defiant daughter. “You better be staying away from those crayons, Piper.”
“Haha, help her.” You tilt your head and motion it towards her, which makes Leon enter the room and help her out. She’s still difficult, her moodiness doesn’t disappear simply because her father helps her out, but at least Leon has enough patience to deal with the child.
“Don’t you just feel so nice and pretty with the outfit that your mommy picked out for you?” Leon asks as he brushes her hair, and she purses her lips together.
“No,” she answers, making a sigh escape your lips. At least she’s honest. You begin to look for her backpack and anything she might need for the school day– A task that doesn’t take long when she’s not being difficult. “I need a jacket.”
“Are you cold, cutie?” he asks, and she nods before hugging herself.
“Someone left the fridge open last night,” she says, making you roll your eyes. You make sure that she can’t see you as you do so, not wanting to hurt her feelings. She hasn’t done anything wrong but it’s just funny to see that out of all the amazing qualities she could inherit from her father, she inherited that.
Leon chuckles for you, absolutely loving the commentary from his daughter. “You’re right. Seems that I forgot to close the door last night.”
When Leon is done with her hair, she goes to the closet to pick a jacket, landing on the denim jacket that matches her outfit. Leon’s eyes land on the window, noticing the gloomy sky.
“Let’s get you an umbrella, unless you want to shower again,” he tells her, and she nods in agreement.
“There’s one near the door, guys. Let’s hurry up before you’re late, Piper,” you chime in.
“Is there?” Leon cocks an eyebrow.
“If there isn’t it should be fine, it’s just a bit of water.”
“I don’t wanna go for a swim, mommy,” she says, and you sigh as your husband laughs. She’s truly turning into a mini version of your husband.
medic! leon kennedy who realized the field life was too rough for him to sustain, who gets his medical license thanks to the dso’s unwillingness to lose him as an agent
medic! leon kennedy who has to return to the field once a quarter to remain a medic, otherwise his position would be stripped and his license would lose credibility
medic! leon kennedy who meets you for the first time while you’re on your death bed, bleeding through bandages and sweating through your clothes
medic! leon kennedy who rushes to administer life-saving care before you’re taken into surgery, whose hand you grasp in your unconscious state as the bed begins to roll across the stuffy hospital hallway
medic! leon kennedy who checks on your status every few hours after surgery, just doing his job and reporting your condition to your team
medic! leon kennedy who is writing down your vitals when you wake up, blinking at him blearily as your lips tremble and tears well in your eyes
medic! leon kennedy who freezes when you begin to cry, mumbling through sobs about the horrors of your mission, the loss of your partner in the field, finding a moment to sit on the side if your bed and allow you to cry into his shoulder
medic! leon kennedy who checks in on you daily despite the fact that you had been cleared for discharge and would soon be leaving, who finds himself offering to accompany you to your physical therapy and help you clean your wounds
medic! leon kennedy who slowly falls in love as you regain your spark, terrified of the possibility of your returning to the field once you’ve recovered and facing a similar fate
medic! leon kennedy who swallows his feelings when you show up to his house in the pouring rain past midnight, trembling with tears as you recite the nightmares that have been plaguing you
medic! leon kennedy who remains by your side, as a friend, when you return to the field, worrying over you again and again, anticipating your next communication
medic! leon kennedy who decides to save his heart, forever remaining silent about his feelings lest he ever see your mangled body come through the emergency doors once more
It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
“Leon is married to Claire!!” “no, Leon is married to Ada!!!!”
ummm are you even a real fan? he’s obviously married to the girl reading this
girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'
𝐒𝟏, 𝐄𝐏 𝟏: 𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐓
𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐙 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄: 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆
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Synopsis: After breaking their coffee table, Y/n and Jeongin get dragged to IKEA by Changbin, only to get distracted and become convinced a random shopper is a serial killer
CHARACTERS: SEO CHANGBIN, YANG JEONGIN, LEE Y/N
EPISODE LENGTH: 1,292 words
I just finished Total Monster Kill, and felt compelled to expand on a YouTube comment I left. This was the final JRWI campaign I watched before I am entirely up to date, and having watched the progression from the very beginning of all of the campaigns in a matter of months, I have to acknowledge the incredible amount of progress the entire crew has made!
Grizzly’s Dm’ing has improved more than I can describe in a comment, with descriptions feeling so much more real, pacing keeping events captivating and tense at all times, and NPC’s conveying such complex ideals integrated as a product of stellar world building. Recently I’ve noticed a lot more experimental mechanics and story-beats, which have been pulled off so well - the fact that not only is he confident enough, but talented enough to make these work is a huge testament to his improvement.
Condi’s voice acting stands out to me by far as his biggest improvement, as while his characters too have become more fleshed out and deep, the pure range and guttural emotion displayed by him in this campaign (TMK) immersed me so much more than I found myself being in the earlier days of riptide and prime defenders. Even if he does end up with noise complaints lol.
Bizly has always been quite a strong player in voice acting and storytelling, but I’ve especially noticed the sheer complexity and moral dilemmas he weaves into his more recent characters - especially in Everett - has noticeably improved, and the story is so much more impactful because of it. I’ve also always admired the way Bizly delivers his sentences, with diverse cadence and perfect pauses in any scenario, emphasising atmosphere wonderfully.
Although Charlie Slimecicle wasn’t in TMK, I have to simply acknowledge the sheer improving talent he has in improv, as well as the way he seems to always know the most impactful choice to make in order to build a more compelling plot - be it as a player or a game master. Charlie’s ability to manipulate nuanced tone and setting (especially seen in the suckening) and his ability to make horror and pain feel not just “not cringe”, but terrifyingly immersive, is extremely rare.
Finally, Milo - who despite being newer, is such an amazing addition to JRWI I cannot imagine it without her. The way she can make any sentence feel like a punch in the gut- be it from humour, characterisation, or acting so beautifully tragic it makes me ugly cry for half an hour straight- is unparalleled. She is such a dynamic player and adds perfectly to the overall energy of the team.
ALSO! the sound effects, editing, and art have been so gosh darn amazing, and picked up dramatically in the last few years, so a huge shoutout to editors and artists too! Having specially commissioned art, and even dedicated soundtracks (jrwi if you see this please do more soundtracks, is so unbelievably hype and worth it 1000%) is sick as hell and brings so much to the show.
Thank you JRWI for such amazing and moving content, getting me into TTRPG’s, and I can’t wait to see how you can improve even from here!
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ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀᴅᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ (ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ)
𝟷. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴄʜ sᴛᴇᴘ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴄʜ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ғɪʀsᴛ.
ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʀ ᴇɴᴅ—ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ—ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ, ʜᴇ sʜɪғᴛᴇᴅ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴄʜ. ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀɴ ɪɴᴄʜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ.
ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ, ʜɪs sʜᴏᴇ sᴄᴜғғᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ. ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs. ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ sɪɢʜᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ. ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴄʜ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏᴏ ғᴀsᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀssɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ.
ɪᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ.
ᴏɴʟʏ ʜɪᴍ.
ᴏɴʟʏ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ.
𝟸. ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʜᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ
ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ.
ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ—ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ—ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴅ. ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ sᴀɪᴅ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ʙɪɢ ᴅᴇᴀʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs sʜᴏᴏᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ.
ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ɪᴛ sᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴀᴜɴᴅʀʏ sᴏᴀᴘ.
ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ғᴏʟᴅᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ. ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋs.
ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴛᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs. ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ.
ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴏᴅɪᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ғᴜɴɴʏ. sᴡᴇᴇᴛ. ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ.
𝟹. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟɪᴛ
ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ʜᴇʟᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜɪs ғɪɴɢᴇʀs, ᴜɴʟɪᴛ, sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ.
sʜᴇ sᴀᴛ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴍᴀʟʟ—sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ—ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.
ʜᴇ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ.
ɪᴛ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴜɴᴜsᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜɪs ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴘᴏɴʏ ғʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ, “ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ᴍᴀɴ?”
ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ғᴀsᴛ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ.
𝟺. ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ
ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs.
ᴛᴡᴏ-ʙɪᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ’s sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ…ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ.
ᴘᴏɴʏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ғᴏᴏᴛsᴛᴇᴘs.
ᴅᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ɢᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ.
ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ sᴀɪᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.
ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴋɴᴜᴄᴋʟᴇs ᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.
“sʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ,” ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ. “ɪ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ- ɪ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ.”
ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴀʀɢᴜᴇ.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ.
𝟻. ʜᴇʀ
sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʟᴀsᴛ.
sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ.
ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍs sʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ.
ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜɪs sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ.
sᴏ sʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ.
ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʙ, ᴀʀᴍs ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏғ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ.
“ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴ’ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?” sʜᴇ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ.
ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ’s ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ. “ɪ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ.”
“ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ,” sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ sᴏғᴛʟʏ. “ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ.”
ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴛᴇᴀʀs sʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ғʀᴇᴇ. “ɪ’ᴍ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴ’ ʏᴏᴜ.”
ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴏᴏᴅ.
sʜᴇ sᴀᴛ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ᴄʟᴏsᴇ. ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴄʜ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇss.
“ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ,” sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ. “ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴇᴀʀɴ ᴍᴇ.”
ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ—ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ—ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʀᴜsʜ ʜɪᴍ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜɪs sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅs ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢᴇᴅ.
𝟼. ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ
ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ.
ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅ.
ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ.
ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ.
sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄᴜʀʙ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ.
ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ.
Johnny Cade Masterlist!!
Nevermind, I think Ponyboy might have a lot of competition for who came in first for most links jeeeeeesus
Hiii, I saw you were open to writing for The Outsiders and had to jump into your request box! :D
Could you write a very fluffy, found-family, platonic thing where the reader is around 19 and totally mothers the whole gang, especially Johnny. Like, Johnnycakes is her sweet baby boy and no harm will come to him or her wrath will be brought forth. She protects him from his parents as much as she can, she refuses to let him sleep in the lot, he crashes at her place if the boys can't take him, and she tries to build up his self esteem and teach him that he isn't worthless.
(and maybe one night the roof blows off and his parents finally kick him out permanently, so he turns to the reader who welcomes him with open arms, and he maybe accidentally calls her mom, and it's adorable and cute and so sweet)
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Sorry if this is kind of all over the place! I just need to smother Johnny in motherly affection.
I hope you have a lovely day/night!!
this request was so cute i loved writing it!! i did change a teeensy bit bc i wanted it to be more fluffy but here it is!!
‘not a lot, just forever.’ - j. cade
or… your effort to give johnny a life he never got pays off
pairing: johnny cade x fem!reader (platonic)
wc: 580
a/n: this one is pretty short but i’m still getting the hang of writing again 😔
contains: complete fluff, that’s all😛
You never had a good home growing up, but you never really thought about it because other adults in your life replaced the love your parents should’ve given.
When you became an adult, you realized you could be that person for other kids that had a childhood like yours.
࣪ ˖ 𖦹°⋆ cornerstone - johnny cade
-chapter 4
johnny was leaning against his car, arms crossed, grease all over his hands. he barely looked up when you walked over.
“hey,” you said.
he only gave a short nod.
you hesitated, “heard that dx has been busy lately. guess that’s good.”
“guess so.”
the coldness hit hard than you had expected. “are you mad at me or something?”
“why would i be mad? ain’t nothing to be mad about,” he replied.
“johnny..that’s not an answer.”
he finally looked at you. “you wanna know what’s wrong? you and dallas that’s what.”
“dallas? are you serious right now? you’re still mad about that?”
he let out a huff. “you didn’t see the way he was looking at you? the way you laughed at his dumb jokes like he had a sense of humor?”
“i was just trying not to make a scene! i didn’t think he was actually funny. you think i wanted him flirting with me?”
he scoffed. “didn’t seem to bother you much.”
that stung more than you wanted to admit. “you do not get to talk to me like that. you’re not my boyfriend johnny.”
he froze, eyes hardening. “yeah. guess i’m not.”
silence stretched over the two of you. mean and sharp.
“you’re acting like i did something wrong for just showing up. you don’t even let people care about you johnny. you just push and push until everyone’s walked away,” you stated.
“then maybe you should too,” his words landed like a punch to the face.
“fine, i guess i will then,” you replied, voice trembling.
you turned before he could see the tears well up in your eyes.
the sounds of your footsteps still echoed in his head long after you turned the corner, leaving the dx dead quiet.
he kicked hard at a wrench on the ground. it clattered across the concrete, but failed to make him feel any better.
he told himself that you’d be fine. that you’d cool off and forget about him. that’s what he kept saying in his head over and over again until the words didn’t seem like words anymore.
he got in the car and started driving with no destination in mind. every time he blinked, he saw your again, the hurt in your face when you said “you just push and push until everyone’s walked away.”
he gripped the steering wheel tighter.
you were wrong. he didn’t want to push everyone away. it was just safer and easier.
he stopped at a red light and thought about turning the car around. driving back and saying that he didn’t mean it. that dallas had just gotten under his skin.
but the light turned green and he didn’t move. “should’ve just kept my damn mouth shut.”
he pulled into the closest empty parking lot he could find and shut off the engine. leaning back and running his hands over his face. trying to convince himself that it didn’t matter. that you’d forget about him and move on.
but deep down he knew the truth. he didn’t want you to.