It had been two freaking days and nothing. Johnny couldn't reach Lulu on her cell. She hadn't been on twitter in a month which was strange in and of itself. He was loosing his fucking mind. With all the shit swirling on around them she just up and vanished. Not only had she been recently kidnapped but there was Carson's daughter trying to become a mini shot calling. It was the worst time for her to pull one of her Lulu stunts. Johnny was fairly sure that she was okay, I mean that creep that took her was well out of the picture. Lightning can't strike in a bottle twice right?
Johnny paced the floor looking at his phone on the table. He was biting his nail His thought craned up awkwardly in a weird angle to get deeper into the cuticle. He didn't realize he had chewed half his fucking finger off. Literally there were chunks missing. In his stress and anxiety he didn't really notice. Not until the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. Johnny looked down at his hand and saw streaks of blood running over the back of his hand. He groaned. "What is this girl doing to me?" He asked himself.
There was a knock on the door and Johnny rushed to open it. It was Silver Shadow of all people. Silver Shadow saw The excitement drain from Johnny's face. "Fuck you too man." He snapped at Johnny. "Don't give me that shit. Have you heard anything?" Silver Shadow scratched at his chin. "Man I haven't seen dick in this dimension or the next. Maybe she's ya know on a beach somewhere working on her tan. You know how she is man." Johnny eyed Silver Shadow. Yeah, he knew alright, but he didn't like fucking hearing it. "I'm going to tear the city apart." Silver Shadow sighed. "I'll keep beating the pavement brother." He embraced Johnny in a half hug. And then he left.
Johnny had all the fools he could spare out looking for them. The ones that weren't up Bastina's ass like little lapdogs. He still couldn't believe that Mouse was her new yes man. It pissed him off, but he didn't have time to think about that now. Lulu was fucking missing.....Again. Johnny reached for his phone with his bloody hand. The chunks he had chewed away were already regrown. He scrolled through his messages. Nothing. Wait.....! There's a new voicemail. Johnny hit play. "1 Unheard new message. To play this message now press one."
Johnny pressed one impatiently. "Hello American. This is Bob Devner. Can i count on your voice for President...." Johnny's face erupted in anger and he throw his phone at the wall. It shattered in a million pieces. Lulu wasn't the only one with a temper. Johnny's temper was over shadowed by hers but his temper was pretty frightening from time to time. "Piece of shit!" He said. Johnny plopped on the couch and ran his face through his hands. His fingers drug against his lower eyelids pulling them down to reveal the blood vessels beneath. Fingers raking across his face in a show of stress as if he could pull the tension and worry out with a face wash. "Where the fuck is she?" He asked himself sitting in an empty house. Thousands of dollars of modern fancy furniture and his world felt so hollow without her.
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on May 27, 2018 15:32:20 GMT
what was it like to love him?
it's like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once.
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A couple of days had passed since she dropped the bomb of a lifetime on Johnny. Her phone was cut off and thrown in the glove box. Simple matter was that she didn't want to be found or bothered. After the kidnapping thing Johnny had people watching her like a hawk and it was getting hard to breathe. With the new boss there as well she just had a hard enough time adjusting to life after a new set of demons were born in her mind. Lulu knew how to not be found and she used cash to avoid a paper trail as well as a fake name.
Lulu didn't actually go to the spa and as a matter of fact she wasn't even far from the clubhouse. What Johnny didn't know was there was a small apartment a few blocks away. Inside the two bedroom lay a office of sorts and the living room was full of mannequins, fabrics, drawings. Lulu had been a tattoo artist for the club for years so needless to say she had a eye for drawing. Looking around the place there were free had sketches of all sorts of clothing.
Shoes, tops, accessories and everything you could dream of. Johnny had been busy 'teaching' the new girl how to run the club so lulu had been spending a lot of time in this place without his knowledge. Wasn't hard to slip away from his guard detail most days. In the office there were files and copies of emails and job offers from foreign fashion magazines. Offer of sponsorship of her own fashion shows and other prestigious things.
Honestly she was disconnected from her life at the club. This news of her pregnancy and the fact that johnny had barely touched her since she returned had her feeling unlike herself. Maybe he was trying to let her adjust but every time she looked in the mirror and saw scars she figured he just didn't want her anymore. Who would? She was ugly and a train wreck of emotions with a bad temper.
Finally after a few nights to clear her head she picked up some bags of stuff she had delivered from her favorite stores. To keep the appearance she was just being lulu. Loading the stuff into the car in the parking garage she took the few minute drive home. Parking in the clubhouse lot she grabbed her bags and headed into the building straight to her apartment. Pushing the door open she breezed in and tossed her bags on the couch. Right on-top of Johnny who she hadn't noticed.
Johnny sat on the couch and stared at the wall for so long that he had fallen asleep. His head was tilted back at an uncomfortable angle. His arms were stetched out over the back of the couch and a light snore caught in his nose and throat. It wasn't loud enough to be heard though. The TV was on in the background. He really had been stressed. The news was on and he hadn't bothered to change it. On the TV the newcaster sat with a brown suit and a red tie. It was horribly tacky and his toopay was awful.
He smiled brightly yet sympathetically at the camera as he straightened some papers on his desk. "Our top story this evening. Another mutant body has been found this morning in New York. It appears the mutant crisis has reached a boiling point. This makes ten victims of the mutant murders. New York is offically home to a mutant killing serial killer. Authorities still have no leads. Senator Karl Graves of the Detroit district has proposed a sanctioned city wide curfew for mutants and this goes hand and hand with the mutant registration act that president elect Bob Denver is suggesting...." The TV continued, though the door opened and Lulu came in.
A bunch of bags fell on Johnny and he woke up instantly. Shooting to his feet and screaming, waking from the last bits of a horrible nightmare. He was dreaming about someone torturing Lulu. That is the place his scattered mind took him when he went to sleep these days. It had been a week since he got a decent night's sleep and now.... He was woke up in the middle of yet another nightmare. "What?!?! Whats..... Lulu?!?!?!?"
Johnny stood there breathing hard. His eyes were wild and manic. She had just disappeared off the face of the earth after being kidnapped. After having him tear the entire city apart to find her. She thought it was a good idea to give is security detail the slip and play hooky. It wasn't a game. He was worried about her life! Johnyn wanted to yell at her.
He wanted to Scream at her. Call her a child and storm off but that wasn't his style. He ran his hands through his hair and looked down at the bags. Shopping. She was shopping. His fists clinched tightly. Even thought she brought those bags just to keep up appearances Johnny was angry at the thought that she used shopping to cope. It was her escape. Her way to froget about the world and just self indulge. He was falling to pieces. She was fucking missing. With his kid growing inside her, and she was shopping?
He had to take a deep breathe before he spoke. Otherwise he was going to scream in her face. "You couldn't have called?" He said quietly. His hands were on his hips. He looked as if he expected some sort of apology. He was delusional if he thought he was going to get one. Johnny just stared at her a moment, then started helping her pick up his bags. The TV was on. The News was saying something but Johnny picked up the controller and flipped it off. Tossing the remote on the couch he turend back to her. "You can't just run off like that Lu.... What if something happened to you?" His voice was caring and sympathetic. He was bubbling over with worry, but the rage had faded. He was more relieved to see her than anything. He had all her bags in his hand and he dropped the one's that had fallen on the ground, onto the couch with the rest.
He was only slightly interested in what she had bought. He took a brief moment to peer into one of the many many bags. It was all designer shoes and fancy dresses. No baby stuff. No baby clothes. He wanted to ask about that, but he didn't. Moving over he placed his hands around her waiste and kissed her forehead. He raised her chin to look him in the eye. His look was serious. The brows of that baby face raised in an expression of curiosity. "You know how many people I had looking for you?" He joked softly. There was a smle on his face he was so glad to see her.
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on May 27, 2018 16:45:37 GMT
what was it like to love him?
it's like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once.
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Lulu had been staring at the tv after dropping the bags on Johnny. This mutant killer thing was getting out of control and the idea made her shudder. After dealing with davie she was basically and jumpy neurotic mess most of the time. Johnny had gotten knocked across the room a few times for sneaking up on her. The hell she went through wasn't something that would just go away. Hearing he scream and sound of someone shuffling to ther feet she turned quickly.
Lulu was ready to knock someone straight to the moon but she relaxed a small bit when she saw it was just Johnny. "I told you I was going to the spa for a few days." She spoke simply as she looked at him standing there. "I didn't want to be be bothered.." Her tone was vacant of really any emotion as she stared at him. When he told her she just couldn't run of like that her face turned to a glare of annoyance.
He approached and his hands rested on her waist and her hand was flat on his chest as she looked up at him with a still rather annoyed glance. "So let me get this straight." Her flat hand on his chest pushed him back a bit roughly. He stumbled back few feet and she turned away as she felt her emotions started to bubble over the rims. Walking into the kitchen she leaned forward on the bar. She was looking at the marble counter top as she tried to gain her composure.
"Because I was kidnapped i'm supposed to sit around in the clubhouse Like a god damned jail cell. While your off babysitting princess Bastina im just stuck her being watched like a animal in a cage by the guys?" Her hands gripped the marble so hard it started to crack. Lulu was trying hard to not have a break down and bring the whole apartment down on them. She could feel the tears in her eyes so she didnt even look at Johnny.
"All I get are these looks of pity or annoyance from everyone around her because of this shit. Everyone is tiptoeing around me like im some fragile shell about to crack. Even you. Whens the last time we spent a moment alone together? Right im just a ugly scared up disaster area who's own boyfriend doesn't wanna look a her." Even with her best efforts her voice was cracking and some of the bar crumbles to the ground under the force of her strength.
"why dont you go run off and play errand boy for Princess. I'll sit here in my cage like a good like train wreck." the hurt in her voice was obvious and she pushed passed johnny heading towards the bedroom. Standing in the room she sat at her vanity and stared at the mirror. Grabbing tissues she blotted at the make up smearing on her face.
Johnny couldn't fucking believe it. She disappeared for 3 fucking days without a peep. She put him through hell. He thought she was dead or worse.... Kidnapped again. And she came back like nothing happened. When he questioned it about it. He was the bad guy?!?!? This logic made no sense at all. It was starting to piss Johnny off. He was a larger than life guy. Always had been.
He got the name Stuntman because he was brash and ballsy and he would project himself through a brick fucking wall if it meant getting whatever he was after. He was cocky and confident but none of that shit mattered when Lulu was around. All eyes were always on Lulu. He was larger than life. She was larger than him. She completely overshadowed him in every way. Hell, most of the time it wasn't even him running the it was Lulu behind the scenes pulling all the right strings and making all the right moves. Johnny was just a figurehead.
So when Bastina came in and took over sure, he was mad for a moment. His gut reaction was anger, but then he realized he didn't have to be in charge anymore. He could fade into the background. He could have more quiet moments with his girl without having her so distracted by running the fucking club. She was running his life anyways. Johnny didn't want any of this shit. He didn't want all the drama and the guilt. He just wanted his girl back. He wanted back those years when they were just a couple of young scared kids running off together.
To hell with the consequences. To hell with the rules. They threw it all away for each other because that meant something back then. Along the way things got blurred and twisted. Things became about who was in control and who was running the show. Johnny didn't give two furry cracks of a rats ass about that stuff! They were having a baby. Instead of talking about that she was accusing him of not loving her for what?
Because he hadn't given her every ounce of his attention? He wanted to make sure the club didn't falter under the weight of an inexperienced girl. He owed Carson that much. Him and Lulu both did. Carson was like a god damned father to both of them. So while it hurt Lulu that Bastina came in with her hostile Takeover Johnny was god damned relieved. What pissed him off was this idea that he didn't love her.
Are you fucking kidding me? He had seen the scars. He had seen the way she looked at herself in the mirror at night before crawling into bed with him. It was cold and silent those nights. She curled up in a ball and literally wanted nothing to do with him. He understood that. After what she went through he was trying to give her her space. You go through an ordeal like that the last thing Johnny assumed you wanted was a horny boyfriend trying to crawl on top of you in the middle of the night thinking about only his needs. Johnny respected the fuck out of Lulu, but now he was mad. He charged after her. There was anger in every footfall that thudded in her direction.
Johnny stormed into the room and saw her sitting at that mirror again. That fucking mirror. It was that fucking mirror's fault that she felt so worthless. Johnny walked over there and pushed passed Lulu. He grabbed the vanity by both sides and jerked and pulled until he broke it off from the dresser. He took the fucking thing and slammed it on the ground. The glass shattered into a million piece. Johnny was on fire. His eyes alight with anger and passion. Whirling around he grabbed Lulu by the wrist and jerked her to her feet. "You think I don't care about you?!?!" His voice accusational and hurt. Johnny grabbed a broken piece of mirror shard and clutched it in his hand. "Huh?!?" He held up his hand and sliced it down the center. Blood dripped out for a moment but before it could even stain the floor it was healed. " I can't scar Lulu!"
Johnny dropped the shard and ripped her shirt open with his hands. She gasped and he stood there looking over hr body. He pulled the shirt back over her shoulders and allowed it to fall away to the floor. His voice was softer now. Almost hypnotized. "But i think it's beautiful that you can." He said kissing one of the scares she was so ashamed of on her shoulder. "It shows just how far you've come. How fucking strong you are. Their reminders that you've been through hell and back and you're still standing. Lu....We're having a fucking kid. You think I give a fuck about scars?" His eyes watered. "I fucking love you Lu." Before she could say anything Johnny's lips pressed into hers in a powerful, forceful explosion of everything he had been holding back over the last few weeks.
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on May 29, 2018 19:32:31 GMT
what was it like to love him?
it's like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once.
tag - @someone
words - 504
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The one thing that was known truth was that if Johnny and Lulu fought the whole club knew. Its not like Lulu was subtle of quite. Most of the club had been replaced over the years from her abuse whether intended or not. Her blue eyes stared into the mirror just thinking about everything she had been through, The fact that she had more scars to cover with new tattoos. Whether anyone wold believe it or not she always had a low self esteem. Didnt really matter how much Johnny talked her up.
She had so many thoughts running through her mind that it drowned out the sound of him stomping like a mad man. What she did notice was him shoving past her. The wood was breaking on a very expensive Antique Vanity. Lulu was gonna yell but she heard the glass shatter into millions of pieces on the ground. She spun around on her stool and he grabbed her wrist jerking her to her feet. She could here the hurt in his voice but she was feeling just as bad.
He grabbed the shard and sliced down his hand which made her flinch after was Davie had done to her. Next there was a rip of the fabric she was wearing and is caused her to gasp feeling the cold air of the room hit her skin. Never before had she felt subconscious in front of Johnny than now. His lips on her shoulder caused a shiver to run up her spine. Bringing up the baby only gave her more concern than she already had.
She had nightmares about accidentally killing there child because of her super strength. Something so fragile and Johnny hating her for it. Hearing him say he loved her almost had her break down but there wasn't time for that. His lips pressed to hers and her hand gripped the worn leather of his jacket. Stepping a foot back he pulled him with her. Pushing off the floor she slid onto the dresser as her lips locked with his.
Pulling the pins out of her hair it fell down her neck. Her fingers moved up under his jacket and pushed the leather down off his shoulders. For a moment she broke the kiss and her blue eyes stared at him. "I love you Johnny Rome." She spoke before pressing her lips back to his.
Johnny pressed against her. The heat rising from this moment was enough to fog the mirror, if it wasn't lying in a million pieces around their feet. He felt his jacket slip from his shoulders. His har bouncing around and swaying with their wild erractic movements. She pushed herself up on the the broken vanity and he happily leaned in for more. His fingers explored the damaged and abbraised skin that she was so ashamed off. It only made him more turned on. She was his solider. She was his warrior woman. No matter what hardships they faced they always came out the otherside standing.
There was a moment, a pause and he looked back into her eyes with a curios gaze wondering why she had stopped. Those words rung in his ears and brought a smile pierohuetting onto his face. "I love you too babe." He leaned back so he could better see her face. His hand swam through her long gorgeous hair and he brushed the bangs away to see those fantastic eyes. "You've never been more beautiful." He said. His words were soft and rang truth into the stiffling room. Pushing her back he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her. Carrying her all the way across the room. He heard two thuds... The sounds of her shoes falling off her feet, heels of coursre. He laid her down gently on the bed. He had avoided this for so long because he was afraid to touch her.
Her terrors were bad before shaking and screaming in the night, but the night she got back... That night she came home she screamed until her throat was raw and he had never been more terrorfied. She was hurting and he couldn't help her. Johnny climbed onto the bed. Peeling away his shirt he tossed it over the side and continued his pursuit of her. Rapid breathing, desperate needing. All of it bubbling up to the surface in one explosive moment that pulled him deeper down this rabbit hole. Johnny's eyes never left hers for a minute.
He wanted her to know he was seeing into her soul... Not looking past her or indulging her for the sake of being kind, but in fact he honestly and truely wanted her. His hand swam up the side of her face and Johnny cupped her cheek with a loving hand. His lips lowered down to hers and with a gentle soft kiss he continued his way down her flesh. Her skin was hot and a little salty. Her hands rested by her sides as he made his way down kissing every inch of the body that she found so unappearling. He loved her. He didn't care about the scars. They had worse scars from worse monsters in their closets over the years. Johnny only knew that she would get better. He would help see her through this and show her that she was still a force to be recokoned with in this world and their child was going to amdire it's mother for more reasons than she realized.
