#mortal

Johnny Cage x Reader!

(Includes: Explicit language, mentions of alcohol, suggestive language, fluff, fem!reader, MK1 timeline)

Summary: You're Johnny's new hire. As his assistant, you're to do everything to ensure him a good career. But he can't help but want more...

a/n: this is my first ever fanfiction, so i hope it's good! decided to make one for johnny since i barely see any on my feed. if this does well, or if you all want it, i'll make another part!

You looked down at your phone with a frown, Johnny was 20 minutes late to his shoot. He had missed all of your calls and left all of your texts on read; what the fuck? Pacing around the set, you hear a loud bang against the door. Johnny barged in, his buttoned shirt slightly undone and his face flushed.

"You're drunk, Johnathan. On top of that, you're late." you said with a hint of a growl in your tone.

"Not drunk, tipsy, doll. Me and Kenshi hit the bar, love that guy!" he gave you a stupid smile as he stumbled on set.

"You seem to love everything but your career and don't call me that!" you crossed your arms as they hurried him to his dressing room.

"You're being dramatic, cuteness, it was only 20 minutes!" he blew you a kiss as he went into his dressing room.

You followed, entering his dressing room. He sat in the chair as the stylists got him ready for his upcoming scenes. As they worked, Johnny skimmed over his script. After a good 40 minutes, he was dressed and ready to film. As much of an ass he was to work with, he was damn good at his job. When the cameras turned on, it was like he transformed into character; every scene, every word came from the heart. Sometimes, you couldn't help but admire his talent and skill. Filming didn't take as long as you thought it would today, but it still lasted a good 9-10 hours and you sure as hell were tired. While Johnny and his co-star were still working on their shots, you went out to grab a bite. There was a convenience store right across the street, which was where Johnny would usually send you to get him some snacks during his breaks. You walked in the store and immediately went to the sweet aisle. Scanning over the items, you pick up a few of your favorite candies and some things you'd think he would like as well. On the trip, you also made sure to pick up two spiked lemonades and a glacier freeze Gatorade for yourself. After grabbing a few bags of chips to munch on, you rung your items up and walked back to the set just in time for break. He walked towards you, that same cocky smile on his face.

"My lord and savior, y/n..." he hugged you tightly, taking the bag from your hands and searching through it.

"Oh, by the gods..." you scoffed, "How's filming coming along?"

"Amazing, as always. My acting is top tier, is it not?" he asked, tilting his glasses and looking at you with a smirk.

"Your acting is, but your attitude isn't, Cage. Seriously, you have to learn some type of responsibility. You can't just keep coming in whenever you-" your words were cut off by him placing a finger on your lips.

"If I wanted to be scolded, I would've called my ex-wife. But I get what you're saying, dollface. I'll try to be on time more, okay? You gonna quit being pissy?" he smirked, pinching your cheek gently before he opened your Gatorade.

"Okay, I- HEY, that's my Gatorade!" you exclaimed, reaching for it, "I bought you your own drinks for a reason!"

"I'll buy you another! Hell, I'll buy you a whole case if you want me to!" he chuckled, holding it out of your reach.

"Ugh, you're so insufferable sometimes..." you muttered, rolling your eyes and walking away.

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