✒️ - “making fun of them for their favourite (movie/book/etc) then (watching/reading/etc) it because of them and ending up loving it” + johnny <3
(congratulations on 1k you’re writing is so immersive and the characterisation is always SO on point you deserve every note and follower <33)
omg anon thank you sm, that is so sweet. i love this prompt so much because i have been wondering what type of movies and books johnny would be into. hope you like the result<33
tags: ment of a clockwork orange. canon-set in 1974. johnny is smoking and gets a lil pissy at reader
"Surely you go to the cinema now and then," You scoff after Johnny admits he wasn't one to watch many movies.
"Nah, don't like 'em," He shrugged, resting his feet on the porch fence, and he swung on his chair. You watch as he draws his cigarette, shaking your head in amazement.
"Have you ever seen a movie in your life?" You tease, shading your eyes from the blazing sun.
Johnny frowned and exhaled the smoke from his mouth, "Of course, I have, dumbass. I'm not that stupid."
"Well, what's the best movie you've seen so far?" You ask, leaning back on the fence, your blinded eyes adjusting to Johnny's face.
He thought for a good while, sucking his cheeks and staring into space. "A Clockwork Orange," He blankly answered, returning to smoking his cigarette.
Your eyebrows knit in inquisitiveness. You have heard of it; it came out a few years ago. But everyone you know who saw it said it was disturbing, so you did not go and see it. "Isn't that the British one with a lot of violence in it?"
Johnny shrugged, "It wasn't that bad,"
You scoff out a laugh. "Trust the bad boy to like a movie with a lot of violence in it," You tease, earning a glare from him.
"You asked me my favourite movie, and I told you. Now you wanna get at me for it?" Johnny's defensiveness took you aback, causing you to laugh nervously.
"I'm only joking, Johnny. Damn, calm down." You say, but Johnny was already storming back inside the house. You took that as your message to leave and sulk back to your car.
In the week you were away from the Slaughter yard, you took the time to go to a midnight screening of A Clockwork Orange, thinking you owed Johnny some gratitude for teasing him. Once you left the cinema, you were amazed. Sure, it was violent, very violent. At times, you shielded your eyes from the screen. But for Johnny to like it, it was surprisingly visualistic. It was grotesquely beautiful.
The next day, you visited Johnny, approaching the porch like a dog with its tail between its legs. You were curious to know if Johnny was mad at you as he gave you a blank stare like he always does. In the same position, smoking a cigarette, you walk up to him and stand by his side.
"I saw that movie you like the other day," You begin, looking for his reaction.
He glances at you, keeping to himself. You lean down and wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your head.
"It was terrific," You confess. Johnny's shoulders shifted as he chuckled. "What?"
"Trust you to tease me for liking a movie and end up likin' it yerself," He said amusingly, leaving a peck on your arm. At his return to affection, you smiled and hugged him tighter.
"I kinda wanna see it again. Maybe we should go together?" You suggest.
Johnny smirks as he rubs your arm and pulls you closer, "Sounds like a date."
hi! happy 1k <3 may i request a piece with johnny x single mom reader + the prompt “will you stay?” “of course, i’m not planning on leaving anytime soon.”? i thought it’d be interesting if reader was formerly captured by the sawyer family, while she was on vacation with friends, but johnny relented and decided to let her go because of how badly she begged for her life & at the time her baby was only 2 months old, which she told him. so johnny being johnny as well, he was able to track her down a month later — at first just to check up on her, but he decided he wanted to help her raise her kid & kind of switch up his life since the baby’s father is (willingly) out of the picture. also reader is a young mom (early 20s), around the same age that johnny is, he’s just a lil older. they’re still warming up to each other/developing their relationship but to the reader’s surprise, johnny’s really good with kids & has done a lot to help reader out to give her a break? AAAA THIS IS A LOT OF INFO IM SORRY but i hope it makes sense & that you have fun with making something out of this <333
AAAA ok no but i love this, idk it makes sense for the sawyers to spare a victim if they have a kid?? the whole "family" motto would get to them lol. i love all your info but i apologise if i've missed out on anything. i've made this drabble more like a time passing sort of thing so i could include everything.
tags: angst. single-mum!reader. reformed!johnny. kid is gn (use of they/it). descriptions of trauma. johnny feels a lot of guilt. mild blood ment.
“Drop the god-damn knife, Johnny. She’s got a kid for crying out loud!” Drayton barked.
Johnny’s adrenaline shot through his body, tensing his muscles and trembling his hands. “Is that true?” He growled, eyes shot out at your petrified stare.
You pulled a Polaroid picture out of your pocket, your bloody hands staining the corners. You beheld it to Johnny, trying to steady your shakes. Johnny gazed at the picture, the newborn clouded in white, its eyes closed in a peaceful sleep.
“My baby . . . My baby. I need to go home to my baby,” You sob, begging on your knees, hysterics maddening all parts of your manner.
Johnny’s knife dropped to the floor, and he thought about every bad thing he had done. There was no coming back from this.
It had been a month of silence. A month of sleepless nights and looking over your shoulder. Breastfeeding became agonising. Your baby’s cries sent you into uncontrollable alertness. Your hair was brittle and your skin shallow, the stress shivering through your body like a ghost entering your soul.
The letters came around that time. Off-white envelopes with a few dollars in cash. All that was left was a note,
For the Baby,
I’m sorry.
Meeting him again after the kidnapping was an anxiety-driven step, bouncing your baby on your lap as you waited in the diner booth. You convinced yourself you lost your mind, wanting to rekindle with your kidnapper. But you hadn’t heard from anyone since the birth; the baby daddy became non-existent. Your family refuse to return your calls. The only person willing to help you was Johnny.
He was silent across from you for a while. The only words he uttered were to order from the menu. He shovelled down an apple pie while you bottle-fed your child, lulling them to their afternoon nap.
“Why are you helping me?” You remember asking. Visioning Johnny’s deep gaze, his subtle glances at your first-born, a tinge of sadness glazing his eyes.
He said he owed you too much. Your baby deserved to grow up with a male figure in its life, and you deserved someone to protect you. The sight of your youthful features withering away from stress, the permanent damage he inflicted on you, ached your eyes and down-turned your smile. It kept him up at night thinking about you, struggling with the fussing cries and flashes of his brute force. He wanted to step up. He was ready for redemption.
He drove you back home, watching over his new companions with careful eyes. His arm outstretched as he turned the wheel, hoping not to disturb the baby’s slumber. The rascal woke up eventually, full of energy the minute you invited him inside. “Would you like to hold them?” You asked, unable to ignore his loving stares.
He felt like crying, holding something so precious. Knowing he nearly orphaned this child, ridding it of a beautiful mother. He swore to protect the kid, holding its gentle head and leaning it into his chest. His gentleness surprised you, the warmth filling your smile for the first time in months.
Johnny never left the house. He hadn’t seen his family in months and had no plans on returning. Your little one was proliferating, and Johnny got used to using his strength to pry the ankle biter from dangerous objects. He ditched the knives and retired into swinging the kid until they were out of breath from laughter. He stepped up, got a job, and brought money in to keep you secure.
He was a different man, and he changed you as a mother. He repented for his sins. He begged for forgiveness with every stare your way, with every gentle touch. You finally forgave him, praying that his presence is destined to be everlasting.
“Will you stay?” He held you in his arms as you choked up, clinging to his body.
“I’m not plannin’ on leavin’ anytime soon.” Johnny kissed the top of your head, his arms around you. Your loving touch soothing the aching heart he’s adorned for decades.
hello hello !!!!! happy 1k friend (‘: may i request for a drabble for the nightmare comfort prompt — "i'm sorry." "don't be sorry for this. not ever." with johnny x reader? perhaps the reader and johnny are in a relationship but because of past traumas with exes and their family, the reader has trust/abandonment issues so it’s still hard for them to open up to johnny? so for the first time they have a bad nightmare when he’s sleeping over & the reader finally lets him see them at their worst and cries in his arms, practically begging him not to leave them alone? just a ton of hurt/comfort tbh cos … yea ):
thank you sm anon<33 this will be my last request for the 1k event as it has now officially hit midnight for me. thank u for the requests<33
tags: gn!reader. hurt/comfort. nightmares/night terrors. past trauma. adandonment issues. crying. hugging. thought of revenge.
His heart sank when you swatted his arms away, begging to be left alone. Tears streaming down your face, images of your neverending nightmare haunting your mind. Your night terror has spilt over, leaving you to believe you were still there, still with them.
“Honey, please, just sit down. There is no one here except me,” Johnny soothes, his voice thick with misunderstanding. It is the first time he has seen you like this.
“No, no, I'm not going back, I’m not going back,” Your words were gibberish to him.
“What ‘you mean? Please, darlin’, just talk to me,” Johnny choked on the lump in his throat, wishing he could embrace you, soothe your nerves and have his touch cure your anxiety. He hated seeing you like this. He didn’t understand it.
“You’re gonna leave me, just like everyone else!” You finally snapped, perceiving Johnny in the room with you. “Everyone leaves me. I’m so alone . . . so alone.”
“How could ya think sucha thing? You’re ma angel. You’re stuck with me, darlin’,” Johnny chuckled, defusing the stress. He slowly reached his hand towards you, noticing the change in your look morphing into softness – brokenness.
“You can’t leave me. You can’t. I won’t let you,” You say, almost possessively, but the sob stuck in your vocal cords still encumbered you. Your cheeks flushed and tear-stained. Johnny began wiping your tears with his calloused fingers, being as gentle as possible.
“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, sweetpea. C’mer,” He slowly hugged you, relieved to feel you mould into his shape. Tucking your face between his neck and shoulder, letting his warmth soothe your sorrow. As you sighed, Johnny sensed your exhaustion. He still had to learn a lot about you, but he was willing to explore his newfound sympathy if it meant keeping you near. He’d do anything for you.
“I'm sorry." You choked, “I- I ain’t normally like this it’s,”
Johnny didn’t need to hear excuses. Anything that gets you this worked up is enough to convince him it’s bad. And he will raise hell to get back at whoever hurt you. No one hurts his lover.
For the 1k followers thing (congrats btw, you deserve it), how about a Drabble with Johnny slaughter x reader with the prompt “one gets in an accident and who’s there when they wake up in the hospital? Their sworn enemy themselves” from the “enemies but one of them has a crush” list? Like maybe they’ve been neighbors for a while and just can’t seem to get along, and then one day he attacks her (or them if you wanna kept it gender neutral) thinking that it’s his victim and then he takes the reader to the hospital and they wake up like bro wtf is even happening (if this is too much story, feel free to scrap it, I saw the prompt and got carried away, may or may not write a whole fic based on this, we’ll see). Anyways sorry this was so long, hope you’re having a good day ❤️
you don't have to be sorry i love this concept!! sorry if i couldn't fit all the details but feel free to use this drabble as inspo for your fic series!! i'd love to read it<33
tags: gn!reader. johnny feels guilt. descriptive violence. full blown enemies. reader is fiestyyy and injured. not proofread.
Your head stirs awake after an everlasting dream. Opening you to the in-between of life and death. The afterlife light blends with the hospital room's fluorescent glow. You squint, groaning in fatigue, a stale numbness comatosing your body. “Where am I?” You groan, noticing the shadowy figure through your blurry vision.
“You’re awake,” The figure was surprised, rushing to your aid. They held your hand in a familiar firmness, and you grimace at their touch.
Your head pounding, you finally adjust to your surroundings, making out the person in front of you. Hair slicked back, eyes stern, absent of that smirk that makes your blood boil. He looked concerned, but it wasn’t enough to soothe your anger.
“You-” Lurching forward, you wince at the drip needle yanking at your skin. Johnny lays you back down, trying his best to calm you down.
“Now’s not the time for fighting,” He says, studying your dry lips and sullen eyes. His carelessness brought you here, the image of your spilt blood burning a hole in his mind. It was the first time he ever felt guilty.
“Get the fuck away from me,” You spat, “You’re the reason I’m fucking here. Once I get out, you’re fucking dead meat!”
“I can explain-” Johnny begins, but you’re quick with your tongue.
“After all these years of hating me and me standing up to your bullshit, and this is what I get? You try to kill me? Fucking piece of shit. It’s about time I slit your throat,”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Johnny barked, trying to keep quiet. “Look- you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. I thought you were . . . one of the kids escaping. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I had to get them before they-”
Johnny stopped talking once he saw your stare, that loathing stare he hated to see. You were conflicted by the way he stared at you. He looked hurt, possibly guilty – but it wasn’t enough to convince you. You knew him inside out for the narcissist that he is. If only you knew his suppressed feelings for you, how highly he thinks of you. You are the last person he wants dead in this world, even if it is a means to an end. He made matters worse, concealing it by being mean to you. If he were honest, you wouldn’t be in this mess.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Slaughter. Once I’m back in good health, I will hunt you down like you do those silly little girls. And I will make sure your death is long and painful.” You spat, looking him up and down. “Now, get out before I strangling you.”
✒️ — “sharing a bed and you haven’t even bought me dinner first, isn’t that just scandalous?” + joel miller please and tysm, congrats on 1k!! <3
i was thinking on this concept all day bc this is my first time writing for joel n i wanted to do it justice. tysm for your request and congrats<33
tags: gn!reader. use of a gun (joel pointing it at you). enemies to crushing. bed sharing. swearing.
“I am not sleeping on the floor,” You declare, staring daggers at the man pointing a gun at you, your hands bound behind your back.
“Thieves don’t deserve luxury,” Joel remarked. He looked like a mean motherfucker, staring right through you. He didn’t like your attitude, but it made toying with him all the more fun.
Joel’s job was to deliver you back to the QZ after you stole supplies and ran for it. Hell knows why they wanted you back alive. Joel would have shot you on the spot, but he figured you’d have a more agonising punishment when he returned you. And the bounty was a pretty penny for a job so simple. He’d be stupid to turn it down.
“You call that luxury? Dude, we’re gonna get bed bugs either way,” You scoff, cocking your head towards the dusty bed.
“Fine, you sleep in the fucking bed. If I catch you off it, you’re dead,” This guy was so mean, so threatening. You laughed him off, hopping onto the bed and finding a comfy spot in your bounds.
“Why you gotta hate me so much?” You sighed, “If you knew why I stole them, I think you’d think twice about shooting me.”
Joel gritted his teeth, not appreciating you playing with his emotions. He sat up on the bed, finger hovering over the trigger. “It doesn’t matter. You know people are starving in there, and you went ahead and made it harder for everyone.”
“And you should also know the QZ denies resources to needy people. I’m not dumb, you work for those asshole guards. Don’t you notice them getting fatter – eating all the food? Gimmie a fucking break,” You bite back.
Joel looked at you, reading the genuine annoyance on your face. Maybe you were as noble as you sound. And perhaps you were talking sense, and Joel agreed with you. Or maybe you were a firefly or another vigilante on the rise. Complying with you meant he was putting his life at risk.
“So fucking honourable,” Joel mumbled, “I’d get some rest. We’ll arrive by noon, and they’ll want you all perked up before they have it with you.”
You ignored his words, eying his body next to yours, a smirk arriving on your sly face. “You’re not sleeping in the bed, too, are you?”
Joel pressed his gun firmer against your back. “I said get some rest.”
You couldn’t hold in your laughter. This guy was ridiculous. “Sharing a bed and you haven’t even bought me dinner first, isn’t that just scandalous?”
He fought the urge to beat the shit out of you. He turned away, holding the gun against his chest. He cursed himself from the blush creeping up his neck.
“I don’t have to worry, do I? You’re not like a perv or anything?” You said half-jokingly.
“No, I’m not,” Joel began to get irritated, wishing you’d drop it and sleep.
“I’ll take your word for it,” You sighed, closing your eyes.
You were the first to wake up, your eyes greeted by the rising sun through the misty window. You feel an unidentified weight from over you, cringing at the impact. Instead of the big, intimidating man smothering you in your sleep, his arm was wrapped around you, cuddling you like a teddy bear. Before you woke him up to his embarrassment, you gaze at the warmth of his skin, his crow eyes, the peaceful expression on his face. Damn, he’s pretty handsome, you thought, beginning to smile.
🍙 — here i am again, sorry i just had to request this too. can i get reformed johnny slaughter bf moodboard? also if u wanna do cowboy bf leland.. 🥺 i saw that was ur example and who doesn’t love leland? anyways, ily and i’m proud of u! thank u. <3
don’t be sorry you can request as much as you want!! but since you asked for reformed!johnny AND cowboy leland… why not both? ;^) bc of the photo limit i’ll put cowboy leland in another post<33
🍙 - happy 1k!! i'm going to be completely on brand and humbly request an ana moodboard - final girl vibes, something about her relationship with maria, whatever floats your boat
