#johnkay

[musicman69love]

John Kay and Steppenwolf.  Some of the best grooves of the late 60′s. Keyboards raging.  A soundtrack of of lives back then.

[harringtown]

31 with John Murphy and 10k? It’s alright if not, but I really do love your writing 💚

wow it’s been YEARS since I heard that name…missed those boys and missed that crackship! thank you!! hope u enjoy!!

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John Murphy is talkative enough sober, but the gates to that big mouth stretch wide open the moment any alcohol gets into his system. Most of the time it’s just teasing or snappy remarks, harmless and easily ignorable.

Tonight, though, 10k is drinking with him, and the more he drinks the less he cares if John says anything.

He shouldn’t be here, getting drunk in the Sanctum tavern of all places, with his ex of all people, but here he is, anyway.

“This is bullshit, you know,” John says, leaning into the table and setting his drink down. He lifts his gaze to 10k’s, eyes piercing.

“What?” 10k asks, pretending not to know.

John shakes his head curtly, lips curling in a half snarl, nose crinkling in disappointment.

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you,” he says, and 10k’s stomach drops like a stone. His heartbeat hammers like a kick drum in his ears, and though he knows he should shut this down right where it is, that he shouldn’t let it drag on like he did before, he’s missed John Murphy more than he’d ever care to admit.

“So stop,” 10k says, and he doesn’t recognize his voice as he speaks. “Come to me instead.” He thinks it might be the bravest, and stupidest, thing he’s ever said, but he can’t quite bring himself to regret it.

John raps his fingers against the outside of his cup for a beat, lips pursed, and lifts his gaze to 10k’s, his eyes burning into 10k’s.

“Outside,” he says. “Now.”

[100-thousand-k]

a cockroach:

(n.) A pest-bug with an ability to rebound from danger;

Similarly, it can refer to a human who seems to be indestructible

[milkcartonbastard]

The Apocalypse Presents- Hairspray

Fandom- Z Nation and The 100. (John Murphy x 10k)

Warnings- Zombie violence.

Notes- I'm a slut for this ship and there just isn't enough stories for them. Requests are open. This takes place in the Z Nation universe.

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   If 10k knew he would meet an apocalyptic asshole who made his heart flutter like a screen door in a hurricane, he would have stayed in the truck when it ran out of gas. But he didn't, so now he was face to face with some guy. He had light blue eyes and dirt and scratches covered his face. He was wearing old, dark clothes and a hood covered his head. Or it did, until 10k had scared him and sent him backwards, the hood dropping off his head as he moved. The guy's left ear was sliced towards to the top and his hair was matted with blood. 

   If he hadn't yelped in surprise when 10k dropped from his little perch in a tree, the taller boy would have thought he was a zombie. The guy grabbed a knife from his pocket and prepared to swing it in 10k's direction. 10k drew his slingshot out, loading a gear into it.

   "What are gonna do with that? Bruise me?" The guy asked. His voice wasn't as deep as 10k imagined it would be, but it was as cynical as the guy looked. Growling sounded off to the side of the two and they both swung around.

   Without saying anything, 10k shot the gear towards the two zombies. It shot through the first one's skull and plowed into the second one's skull. 10k lowered the slingshot.  "5,477."

  "Nice shot." 10k turned his attention back to the other guy before he snapped back towards the lining of trees surrounding the clearing they were standing in. More growling sounded out and the guy- who had to be the same age as 10k- turned toward it. He ran his finger across the bottom of his nose while holding his knife. 10k felt his chest thrum, but he shook it off. Soon, dozens of zombies appeared and his eyes widened. He grabbed the stranger by the arm and started dragging him away.

   "Don't fucking touch m-"

   "Shut up and run!" 10k yelled and they were off. The sound of boots smacking and crunching down on sticks boomed out as the two boys ran from the horde of zombies that were hot on their trail. 10k's brain was in overdrive. Had he passed anywhere they could hide in? He didn't think so, but he wasn't sure.

   "There's a building this way! C'mon!" The other boy grabbed 10k's hand and started branching toward the left. Trees flew by as they ran. They jumped over rocks and logs, never once stopping for breath or falling. The zombies were rushing behind them, black goo dripping from their rotting teeth. 10k's chest tightened, but he pushed forward, trying to keep his pace. Sure enough, a bunch of buildings appeared at the bottom of a hill. It looked like a little shopping plaza. 

   Neither of the boys hesitated before rushing down the hill. They struggled to stay upright when going down and it was like they were in sync. The guy grabbed 10k's arm again and dragged him towards a Barbour shop with fancy letter on the glass windows. They busted inside and slammed the door behind them. The guy grabbed a big filing cabinet and started dragging it towards the door.

   "What if there's some in here? Where are the other exits?" 10k asked. The guy shook his head and 10k helped him move the barricade in front of the door.

   "I cleared this place about thirty minutes ago. There's one exit and this is it. Better than nothing, though." He said.

   "So we're sealed in here now?" 10k asked. The guy sighed and nodded. Anxiety rolled across 10k's skin. How the fuck were they supposed to get out now? How long until the zombies busted down the door to this shitty little Barbour shop? They had about four minutes until the dead would be busting down the doors. The hill had bought them time. 

   "Yep. Now we need a plan."

   10k stared at the door and the glass window beside it. How the fuck were they supposed to survive this? A zombie could easily smash the window in and the door didn't look too heavy duty. 10k looked around the room, trying to figure something out. It was a one-story building, so he couldn't break a window and start sniping at the zombies without leaving them vulnerable. 10k's eyes scanned the room. All that was in the shop was tons of hairspray,  and shampoo.

   Hairspray. 10k felt around in his pockets and felt the lighters he had ran across earlier. He'd was planning on giving them to Doc when he saw him again. All he'd meant to do was take some gas back to the group, but the apocalypse happened and now he was in an empty Barbour shop with a stranger. 10k could see his new friend was trying to come up with something too. He was digging through drawers and cabinets in the front of the store.

   "I have a plan." The words caused the other guy to stand up and turn toward the raven haired boy. 

   "Great. What is it?" He asked. The other hands dropped away from the drawers.

   "It involves fire."

   "No! That won't work. It'll just set them on fire and then we'll have a bigger problem." The guy looked around the room, blue eyes searching. 10k sighed. They had about two more minutes until they were completely fucked. 

   "But I think you have the right idea. Grab all the hairspray and put it in this basket. Now!" He yelled. He and 10k got to work and threw the containers into the trash bin. It took about a minute to get it all rounded up, since Mystery Guy had found more in the back. 10k's internal clock was clicking.

   "Now what?" 10k asked. Then he got the plan. They were making a hairspray bomb. Mystery guy smirked when he saw the look in 10k's eyes. He grabbed the basket and 10k moved the barricade in front of the door. When 10k looked out of the door, he could see the zombies had made it to the bottom of the hill and were standing up. Mystery Guy rushed back into the shop, leaving the door open.

   He'd put the basket about twenty-five feet away from their shelter. 10k slung his rifle off his shoulder and lined it up with his shoulder. He looked into the scope and Mystery Guy stood next to him. 10k handed him his spare pair of goggles and pulled his own down over his eyes. When they passed the basket of hairspray and it was in the middle of the 37 zombies- he counted- 10k took the shot. A millisecond after he pulled the trigger, the basket exploded and the heat from the blast hit the two boys in the face.

   Zombie guts and parts rained down from the sky and splashed the inside of the Barbour shop. 10k felt the liquid hit his face and cover his torso. He smiled. "5,514."

   "What does that mean?" Mystery Guy asked. He had a fresh coat of blood on his face and the goggles over his eyes made him look dorky. 10k's heart fluttered again.

   "I'm going to kill 10,000 zombies. I'm at 5,514. That's my name, too." He admitted. 

   "What? 5,514?" 

   "No, 10,000. It's 10k for short." He admitted. The other guy nodded and they stood up. Once again, they were in sync. Mystery Guy stuck his hand out and 10k shook it.

   "My name's John Murphy. Murphy for short."

   "Well, shit. There's already one of those in my group. I already like you more." 10k's mouth lifted up at the corners without his permission. And for some reason, Murphy's cheeks went rosy. There it was again- 10k's heart fluttering like a screen door in a hurricane. Or a bullet hitting a trash-bin of Hairspray. 

[zoadgo]

new episode of z nation has been givin me intense flashbacks of the good ole johnkay feels i used to get. my heart will never be over them lol

my god, yeah. can you imagine John Murphy and 10k living in a tent in the trees? Being somewhere sort of safe, they’d be able to be human again. And of course it would be too much sometimes, because 10k has so much sorrow and Murphy has so much anger. But Murphy would go for walks in the forest on days like that, and when he’d come stumbling back covered in Z gore 10k would help him clean up and they’d be back to normal without a word.

Imagine John Murphy being the one to push for them going to Newmerica because he knows 10k needs this because 10k deserves to not think about things in terms of defensibility. He fully plans on sneaking away once they get there because despite everything, he thinks he’s not enough; that once 10k makes a new family there, he won’t need Murphy any more. 

[musicman69love]

This LP put Steppenwolf into the rock n roll mainstream and their career took off.

[musicman69love]

John Kay and Steppenwolf.  Sookie Sookie.

[musicman69love]

Get Your Motor Runnin.....