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A moment from the amazing @thewinterme‘s Johnny x Ash Valentine’s Day fict, “Locked Out of Heaven”.

After reading it, I couldn’t help but draw something for her amazing fict and Johnny singing a Bruno Mars song while playing the guitar shirtless (Ash stole it) fit the bill perfectly. ;-p Now, enjoy a shirtless Johnny and afterward, go read her fict with the link above! It’s AMAZING! So sweet, sappy, and positively adorable!

Thanks, @thewinterme! I hope you like your little Leorai-story. ^^

(For this writing prompts-thing. Still taking requests, just drop me an ask. ^^)

A Little More Discreet

Karai almost laughs when she finds the first rose. It’s placed up on the rooftop where they met the first time. Where she had the chance to kill him - and didn’t.

The second rose is placed where he had caught her after she fell off the Kraang-ship, saving her life.

The third rose is placed close to her throne, somewhere where only she can find it.

Shinigami frowns a little when she finds Karai sitting on her throne with three roses in her hand, but she doesn’t say anything.

He shows up after Shinigami left. He isn’t wearing his Foot-gear, but that’s fine.

She gently taps the little bunch of three roses against her free hand with a smirk before she holds the three roses up for him to see.

“You could have been a little more discreet,” she says. “You’re a ninja, Leo!”

Leo just grins at her.

“I may have been admiring you not so secretly,” he says with a shrug.

“That, you have,” she says with a little laugh as she pushes up from her throne.

And it’s true. He has never made a secret out of his feelings for her.

Quite contrary to her.

“And how do I deserve this gift?” she asks as she walks up to him.

He shrugs again. “Nothing in particular,” he says.

She can see that he gets a little nervous the closer she gets, and she gets really, really close to him, so close their bodies almost touch.

She expects him to avoid her eyes like he did that night when she did something similar to distract him before she used sleeping powder on him so she could go up against Shredder alone. That night that turned her life upside down.

However, Leo keeps his eyes on her.

It makes her smirk even more and she wraps her arms around his neck.

He still doesn’t avoid her eyes, he doesn’t even move.

“Hmmmm, no reaction at all?” she asks with a smirk.

“No, don’t want to miss dodging that sleeping powder this time.”

Karai isn’t sure if he’s being serious or really expects her to play the same trick twice. His voice is secure, though, as his gaze, steady, deep, and oh, she just loves his eyes!

“You should know me better than that, Leo.”

“Should I?”

“Yes.”

“So, no sleeping powder?”

“No,” she whispers. “Just this.”

Karai leans in even closer and places her lips on his mouth.

He flinches a bit at that, and it makes her smile against his mouth.

She wraps her arms tighter around his neck, deepening the kiss.

It’s the moment Leo finally reacts, wrapping his arms around her.

Sleeping powder, really?, Karai thinks. This is so much better!

Thank you, @thewinterme! ^^ It was a bit of a challenge, but I hope I did okay. ;)

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Moments Like This

“Goodbye, honey,” Becky says on the phone. “Give me a call when you’re in the city!”

Her words, her tone, her smile when she climbs back to him on the couch, it’s driving Lance crazy.

It wouldn’t bother him if that person on the phone would have just been someone. But it wasn’t someone. It was Becky’s ex.

Becky never made a secret out of the fact that she’s still in contact with her ex because they are friends.

Lance hates it.

And he ultimately hates that she’s so nice to him.

Okay, Becky usually is nice to anyone, but her ex? Really?

Shouldn’t she hate him or something?

Like Ash hates him right now?

Okay, maybe things are a little different here. From what he knows Becky and her ex ended on good terms because they just weren’t meant to be, how Becky put it.

And he, well, he cheated on Ash.

Sort of.

Nothing happened between him and Becky before Ash kicked him out.

Probably because Ash came home before anything could happen between them.

But still, he didn’t really cheat on her, just sort of.

And just because he needed some attention back then, he needed someone to pamper his hurt ego. His terribly hurt ego.

Who wouldn’t be hurt when their girlfriend was starting her own career without them even if doing this together had always been their dream? Who wouldn’t be hurt when it turned out said girlfriend was an even better singer than they imagined? Who wouldn’t be hurt when said girlfriend got carried away on stage during every gig and almost kicked them off the stage?

And then said girlfriend was even trying to write her own songs, something that was the last thing they still could do better than said girlfriend?

Yes, no one.

Said girlfriend’s name is Ash, by the way.

And Becky, well, Becky was there. She was just there, her smiling, caring self, and it felt good, and he gave in.

And it is fine, it really is. Or so he tells himself every single day.

But days like this when her ex calls to just chat make it hard to believe himself.

“So, how’s your ex?” Lance asks.

“Oh, great!” Becky replies, obviously missing the annoyed ring in his voice. “He met this girl and he really likes her.”

Lance knows that should reassure him, but it doesn’t. Because he’s heard this story before. Last week with a different girl.

“That’s … nice.”

“It really is, isn’t it?”

Becky flashes him a smile and he feels the urge to slap his hand against his forehead.

“See, uhm, don’t you think it’s weird that you two are still so, uhm, close?” he asks.

Becky twists her mouth at that. “No, why?” she asks. “How is your relationship with your ex?”

Lance rolls his eyes. “You know how things are between Ash and me.”

“I do,” Becky says with a shrug. “Pity.”

Then she leans in a little closer. “Are we really going to talk about our exes now when there are so many more exciting things we could do?” she asks.

Lance raises a brow. “Like what?”

“Like this,” Becky says and pulls him into a kiss.

It takes him a moment to react, but when he does, he kisses her back all too willingly.

Yes, there are moments like when her ex calls that he isn’t sure this relationship with Becky is going to work.

And then there are moments like this when he’s one-hundred percent sure.

Thanks for the prompt, @thewinterme! I had a lot of fun with these two. ^^

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Of Birthdays and Gifts

Mike opens the door to his and Nancy’s apartment. He sent his bodyguards away downstairs, gave them the night off.

Of course, after he was sure that there were no angry bears seen anywhere.

But there’s a reason he wants to be alone with Nancy tonight. Completely alone.

Because today is his birthday.

It’s kind of stupid, but he’s giggling on the inside as soon as he closes the door behind him.

Nancy must have prepared something for this occasion. And all day during rehearsals he’s been wondering what this could be.

She already wished him a happy birthday this morning, still half asleep, her eyes not really open because he had to be at the Theater really early this morning. But she did get up to place a quick kiss on his lips and wish him a happy birthday.

His friends at the Theater - yes, one day he realized that he sees them as his friends - got him a big cake and they had a little celebration during lunch break.

And they all had gifts for him, small gifts, nothing fancy or too expensive, but they are gifts. For him. And they all thought it through. He can’t say he got something that wasn’t him today.

And it only got his expectations higher for what Nancy might have planned.

Because she’s his girlfriend.

She must have gotten him something that’s going to blow his mind.

He frowns a bit that Nancy doesn’t run up to throw herself into his arms.

He checks the kitchen, but it’s empty.

He enters the living room, and there she is, standing in the middle of the room, wearing a stunning dress.

“There you are, babe!” he says, opening his arms.

Nancy walks over to him, wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him into a kiss. He kisses her back, but way too soon, Nancy pulls away again.

“I got food from your favorite restaurant,” she says.

“Good!” he replies and lets Nancy lead him over to the table.

Half an hour later he is still waiting for Nancy to give him his gift.

Okay, it is nice that she got food from his favorite restaurant, and eating it here together with her is nice too, but something is missing.

They talk about trivial things.

It just bothers him a bit that Nancy doesn’t mention his birthday again.

He waits till they finished their dessert, and still, nothing.

And then he can’t hold back any longer.

“Nancy,” he says.

“Yes?”

“It’s my birthday, today.”

She raises a brow at that. “I know.”

“Okay.” He nods his head a little at that. He doesn’t know how to say this differently, maybe in a nicer way, so he goes for the direct route. “What did you get me?”

Nancy’s eyes widen. “Get you?”

“Yes, a gift. You know a birthday gift.”

“Nothing,” Nancy replies.

“What?” Now it’s Mike’s eyes that widen in surprise. “What do you mean you didn’t get me anything?”

“That I didn’t get you anything.”

“What!?” Somehow this makes Mike angry. He always gets little and not so little gifts for her, and she doesn’t even get him a birthday gift!?

Heck, even his friends get him gifts!

And his girlfriend doesn’t get him anything!?

He opens his mouth to say something, doesn’t know what to say and closes it again with a clap.

“I didn’t get you anything,” Nancy goes on, “because I made you this.”

She removes the dishtowel from a plate he hasn’t realized was there before.

His jaw drops when he sees what’s on the plate. A cake, small and a little burnt, but still, it looks amazing.

Nancy has even written “Happy Birthday, Mike!” in frosting on it.

He looks at her with his mouth still open.

“You…” - he clears his throat - “you made this?”

“I did,” she replies. “You mentioned a little while ago how much you like the chocolate cake your mom made, so I thought I might give it a try. I know it doesn’t look good and it probably tastes even worse, but…”

“No, no!” he interrupts her, grabbing a fork.

Yes, the cake crumbles a lot before he can get enough on his fork that it can be called a bite.

He brings it to his mouth, and yes, it definitely isn’t the best cake he’s ever tasted. And yet, it is.

Because Nancy made it.

For him.

Nancy who hates cooking and baking and cleaning, absolutely anything that’s making her look like a housewife.

He finds her looking at him expectantly.

“Delicious!” he says after he’s swallowed the bite.