Broken Condom Club Leader

I'm just a college boy trying to spread my wings. New York born and busting my ass in Law school. Give me some smokes and a comic book and I am yours forever. tracked tag: cleverjohnny Johnny Winston / 22 / Rami Malek

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((I left my glasses in my mom's car yesterday.. the same car my dad took to a funeral this morning and has been gone with for more than five hours. I can't see shit, captain. Thank God I took typing classes to know the layout of the keyboard!

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Definitely not something to apologize for. The Scotsman bent down immediately to rub under the dog’s ears, smiling at the sight. “Nah, nah, don’t worry about him. I got eleven of my own and that is not an exaggeration.” Christian mused softly. “Krypto, huh? What a cute name, hey buddy. Got some spare treats in my pocket, if you’re owner doesn’t mind, I’ll definitely give you some, bud.” He nodded, looking up at the other male a moment as he pat the canine on its back, smiling warmly.

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At least the guy Krypto chose to harass was nice. As soon as the stranger got Krypto to come to a halt, scratching him so nicely, Johnny knelt and finally got the collar he had been carrying around his wayward little friend, then pulled the leash from around his neck and secured it to the collar. "Thanks, man." Johnny couldn't help smiling at how the guy talked to the dog, just the way he always did. "I don't mind at all. He probably burned off about 50 calories running off from my dorm. He could use a treat." Standing and brushing off his pants, he extended a hand to the guy. "I'm Johnny."

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"Really?" Imogen looked at him, relieved she had gotten a positive reaction instead of the ones she would normally get when she attempted to talk about books with other people. Generally she would get a blunt reply like ‘Okay’, or even rude ones such as ‘Shut up’, ‘Can you not talk about books?’ and the most frequent response being ‘Do you even have a life’. The mean words and such didn’t really get to her that much, but getting a nice reaction once in a while was nice. "I read all kinds of books,romance, horror, fantasy." she shrugged. "I guess I quite like romance, especially the ones with tragic endings." she admitted, smiling slightly.

The redhead blinked when she heard Johnny talk again. For a second she seemed lost, but then she finally managed to listen to what he was saying. “Kittens?” she asked, a small laugh escaping her lips as she looked at him in confusion. “I mean… I guess kittens are great…” she mumbled. “My friend has a ginger kitten which he named Baby Immy.” she told him, scratching the back of her head.

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He chuckle,d trying to wipe the egg off his face. At least the girl didn't think he was nuts for his words. God knew his mind could run a mile a minute, and it was a rare time he could filter himself as his brain took off without him. "My buddy Sean, back in Tulsa, he one named a horse after me. Johnny Cade. Because maybe this one could actually get someone to--" It hit him too late that that story was not one he might want to share with a stranger who also looked to be a minor. Don't say 'ride a Johnny.' Don't.

"..Brush Johnny's hair. Because he thought my hair was stupid and messy, you know? And you have to take care of a horse's mane or it starts knotting and stuff. So he named it as one big joke about my hair." He smiled easily, sure that it was a believable lie. The girl had never met Sean to know he was a big fat perverted ginger who made jokes about his friend's love lives.

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"Mama’s half asleep between her dreaming of Daddy and her damn prayer books. She won’t notice."

That was a lie and she knew it.

June had never been bitter towards her mother but as she sat in the overly large armchair that practically engulfed her, all of her pent up anger and frustration boiled. Anyone was fair game in her drunken stupor.

She was angry with herself especially for being so stupid as to come here. Although it wasn’t like her brother minded. Eyes that rivaled their father’s in both color and rage glared dangerously up at the eldest Winston and June shifted uncomfortably at his staring. She lingered on the nicknames that had basically replaced her birth name while growing up and she scowled all the more when he called her baby again.

Slamming her less than intimidating hands against the leather the youngest Winston tried to stand on wobbly legs. “Stop calling me that! I’m not a baby anymore!” She wanted to hit him, for the first time since he had left for college the blonde was furious with her brother. All over something that wasn’t even his fault. Against her will she lost her balance, as if her anger had knocked he wind out of her and she fell back onto the chair nursing the glass bottle to her breast.

"I ain’t stayin. I only came t’ sa-" a hiccup cut her off which might have been a blessing in disguise considering on what she was about to confess. 

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Of course their mother would notice. She kept such tabs on her children that it made Johnny shudder at times. Maybe she was just afraid of losing anymore children, but Johnny had no doubts if Sophie Morgan was awake, she would be just behind her little girl, intent on taking her home and talking things out with her.

She was so small and so angry. He could see so much of their father in June, in that moment, as she sat in that huge chair. Even worse, her eyes had become so much like Dallas'. It made him shrink back ever so slightly, staring at her in shock. Not his June. His June would never look at him with such cruel eyes.

Then she raised her voice, standing as best she could. She fell back as if the force of her cry had blasted her backwards. It frightened him. The tiny blonde had never been so upset, not in anger, and it made her brother's blood run cold. He shouldn't be scared of his own sister.

Johnny ought to be in control. He ought to tell her to stop this nonsense, take the bottle from her, and carry her to bed. He would bundle her in a blanket burrito, like he did when they were kids, and kiss her forehead and leave so she couldn't wiggle free til morning. That was everything he should have done.

"June, stop."

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[sophiemarieedwards-thegreaser] seeking counsel

"Didn't you-- didn't you hit on my dad once? Wh--Why would you do that? Do you know who he is?"

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Peyton mimed stroking an invisible beard as she squinted her eyes and dramatically looked into the distance. “Hmm… Let’s see…” she trailed off, shifting her footing. “Oh!” she exclaimed, smiling as she turned back to him. “There’s Christina Aguilera, it’s a sweet sort of smell. There’s Miss Dior Cheri, it’s got a sort of fresh smell of roses and then there’s Anna Sui, it’s quite nice, a slightly bitter smell, but in a good way, really refreshing I suppose. They’re all on my favourite’s list.”

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Johnny couldn't help smiling at Peyton's dramatics, then nodded. He knew his mom usually wore a sort of mellow cinnamon and vanilla number, but he never learned the name of it. From what she described, he'd take door number two. "Miss Dior Cheri. Got it. Is that, like, something you can get at Walmart, or should I swing by a department store on my way home?" God, he was praying that he could just get it at a normal store. Bigger stores were more expensive. He started rubbing at the back of his neck as he thought about having to shell out big money for a gift. God, he needed a smoke.

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"I still love you."

The word made him cringe and rise bile in the back of his throat. Dallas didn’t even have to look to know who it was, it could only be his son. His mother knew better than to bring up that disgusting word, and his sisters were smart enough to realize his fleeting affections.

It was his son that, despite going to college, and despite reading all of those fucking books that meant nothing to Dallas, who was stupid enough to dare him to feel anything.

Just like his namesake.

"Sorry, what was that Johnnyboyo?” 

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The wet laugh and the glassy eyes only seemed to egg the towhead further in his assault, if only to wipe clean those weak eyes and the fucking guilt. His hand tightened and for a moment Dallas was fascinated with the rippling of his own white skin against bone. He never realized how near death really was, breathing life and taking it within his own body.

The switchblade seemed to magically appear within his hand and as he neared it towards coffee colored flesh Dallas had realized just how long it had been since he had used it.

He wanted to stain it red.

He wanted to rip clean the guilt that was eating him alive behind dark blue eyes that had always gleamed up at him as if he had hung the fucking moon.

Dallas was tired of it.

He didn’t want to be a superhero or an idol to some brat that reminded him too much of past mistakes.

"I will, I’ll do it."

The snarl of a lion who actually wasn’t as brave as most thought growled from his tight lips. A bluff wrapped in wishful thinking. He glanced away and scowled, knowing that his son knew of his superstition nature and had to be using it against him to have the upper hand. 

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"Go on, Dad, you always wanted me to be like my namesake, didn't you? Go right ahead. Kill me. Just like you killed Johnny Cade. Couldn't get him out of the church on time, could you? Big surprise."

He sucked in a breath, perhaps the last one he would ever take. He looked his father dead in the eyes, meeting identical icy eyes. He was tired of looking into them, but God, he had wanted this for so long. he had his father's undivided attention. And he wanted to make it hurt.

"You could never do anything right. You couldn't even die."

He closes his eyes. He doesn't want to give his father the satisfaction of seeing the light go out of his eyes. He thinks his words might break Dallas, but it is just as likely that they will make him mad enough to truly kill his own son. It's an edge he has been slowly dancing towards since Johnny was a child. Always his fists, his knife, anything he could get his hands on, always so close to Johnny, so painful. This? This would be easy.

This would only hurt for a minute or two.

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"Deal. The phone is.. is um, r-right in the kitchen…"

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"Thanks-- Oh. Wait. Are you, like, home alone?"

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“Harsh. I was actually thinkin’ it be the other way ‘round. Y’know, ya old lady could use some silver t’ make her mouth look prettier.”

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"You mean like how a few new bullet holes and a flat pulse would make you a lot more tolerable?"

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[gunmetalfangs] seeking counsel

"Krypto, no!" The harried law student charged after his canine companion, cursing under his breath as the dog descended a flight of stairs. This is probably what he deserved, after leaving the poor bulldog in the care of  his mom over last semester of college. Even so, that didn't mean Krypto should go charging at people willy-nilly. "I am so sorry about him-- Krypto, no."

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Void [Drabble]

Johnny finds that he is past caring for what his father has to say, especially about his scandalous sex life. Dallas was always going on about his sexual prowess, about his wild nights in New York City. Sometimes, he was ballsy enough to try and discuss the things he had done with Johnny's own mother, the things he still did on the cold nights when Sophie Morgan remembered loving her ghost boy so clearly that she let him in the house they had shared for nearly 30 years.

"Except then your Mom turned up pregnant and decided she wanted you more than sex. That was fucking hysterical. Sucked enough dick that they still talk about it in Tulsa, but she'd sooner have a little shitweasel than keep up that lifestyle. Man, those were the days--"

Johnny is lying on his back, looking up at a thousand stars wheeling overhead. He is unsure where he is, one of the houses his father keeps along the coastline, and he sees more stars now than he has ever seen in all the years he has occupied Manhattan. Dallas is drunk and ranting. Johnny is drunk and mystified by the innumerable pinholes swirling overhead. He sees now why a friend of his sisters is so in love with the night sky. There's something comforting in all these voids around him and inside him.

"You never should have been born."

Johnny thinks about it. He considers the stillness he feels now, the comfort it gives him. He is not son or brother or lover or student or friend. He is. He is. He is. His heart beats to that soft rhythm. He is. He is. I am.

Had he not been born, he knows his sisters would have faced the brunt of their father's abuse and his mother might never have found her spine. He thinks about how he talked Sean Mathews brother down from taking a short walk off a hotel roof in junior high, even when his knees shook and his voice cracked in pure fear. The world might be a lesser place, without his presence, at least for those he called friends and those who shared his blood.

Even so, he wants to be selfish. He wants to know that he can be craven. It is tiring, being the golden boy. He shuts his eyes, staring into blackness and listening to that damnable beat of his heart. I am. I am. I am.

He knows which of the two is preferable.

"You're right, Dallas."