walktallhero:

Peanut dismissed the offer. Johnny’s help should be conserved for more important things. Like reaching things off the high shelves, beating up goons who like to gang up on you and all that jazz. This was Romano’s creed. 

“The rest should be pretty easy. Just gotta tighten up some loose bolts and then the brakes and I should be good to go.” Inside, Peanut was busting at the seams with excitement. Everyone was going to be so impressed when he was done. He might even make a few of the rich kid’s jealous.

“I feel like I haven’t heard from you in ages. What’s been goin’ on?”

“It sure has.” The taller man sighed, leaning against the work table a bit.

“I just beat up one of those prep-scum the other night for tryin’ fuck with Lola.” he huffed, pressing his lips in a thin line. Just the thought of it annoyed him.

“And what’s been goin’ on with you?”

ooc// sorry I haven’t been on, I’ve been a bit busy as of late, but um, I’ll reply to all that needs to be when I get back on tonight!

walktallhero:

His frown lightened into a smile at the sight of Johnny and the cable guides. Two good things in one. “Yeah, those,” he chimed.  Peanut then picked through the guides, looking for the perfect fit. 

“Thanks, Johnny. How’s your stuff coming along?” Peanut took an old rag to clean off the plastic cable guide before installing it to the bottom bracket of the bike. Nice. Everything was looking good so far. He wiped his forehead free of sweat and looked back at his friend. “Do ya need my help with anything?”

Johnny smiled back when he saw Peanut was satisfied with the little cable guides. He stuck around for a bit to watch him, figuring he could take a small break, almost done with his own bike. 

“Not a problem, ‘nut.” he shifted his weight from one leg to the other as he stuck one of his gloved hands into the pockets on his slacks, “My bike? It’s comin’ along great, actually. Almost done.” he smirked, seeing that he found the right fit and installed it without a problem. He took a good bit of time looking over the second in command’s bike, Larry sure does have quite a bit of skill. 

“Nah, I’m good. How ‘bout you?”

walktallhero:

The best part of the week was always shop class. If there was anywhere he could relax it was here. Just a man, his tools, and his ride; Peanut was in his element. He had been working on this bike for awhile now and if he could finish before class ended, maybe he could take this little lady for a spin all afternoon.

He surveyed the seniors behind him with a tinge of envy. Working on cars was such a big step up. Expensive though, Peanut thought as he turned to tighten another bolt. With his allowance all he could afford were parts for his bike, assuming he didn’t steal a piece or two from the bike he had lifted from kids. Rick kids to be precise. Nothing to feel guilty about there, right? They could afford to replace it.

He carelessly reached over to his side, knocked over a few chains and bottom brackets. They fell to the floor with a clatter and brought him back from his thoughts. Peanut scowled as he realized something was missing from his table.

“ ’Ey! Who took all the cable guides?”

Johnny swiped a few of Peanut’s much needed cable guides before class had started, thinking they were just spare parts left from the day before or something like that. He didn’t take all of them, but he took about 5 of the 7 there were. He hadn’t used any yet. 

Then there was a loud bang of sorts, like a bucket falling. He and a few other guys turned to see what it was, seeing that Peanut had knocked over his bucket of supplies, after the slightly younger Greaser stood back up after he picked up, he asked where the cable guides were. He then realized the cable guides were Peanut’s.

“Y’mean these?” The taller Greaser asked, bringing over the few cable guides, holding them out to him with his gloved hand.

— // Johnny’s bio/headcanons

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ooc//

I’m going to upload Johnny’s bio and such since my new theme isn’t showing the page.

walktallhero:

johnny-vincent:

Ooc//

okAY„,

time to actually be not so

„,

uhm

shy

ooc:
come of your shell~~

ooc//

I will uwu

and we should ouo i absolutely adore your peanut

nouveaux-riche:

The Fight || Tad & Johnny

Tad whimpered at the harsh contact, and grabbed Johnny’s legs, attempting to force him down to the ground. He may have gotten in one or two good punches to the face, but ultimately with each blow he gave, he received two more.

It wasn’t until Tad noticed a streak of red across his Aquaberry sweater that he realized how badly he was beaten. Tad fumbled to his feet and began to ran toward Town. His heart was pumping so loud, he wasn’t sure if those were Johnny’s footsteps following him or not. As he passed the abandoned Chinese restaurant, Tad turned around to check if Johnny was still there. People were yelling, but he wasn’t sure if Johnny was one of them, or if it was just the rest of the Greasers cheering him on.

Tad raised his hand to his nose and pulled away fresh blood. This was such a mistake. He should have known not to cross any foreign turf, Lola or no Lola.

This is what he got for being a teenage boy. God save us all, he thought.

Johnny was one of the few Greasers yelling. That felt good, he thought to himself with satisfaction, watching the smaller preppy becoming scarce.

“And don’t come back!” He called after, picking up a half of a brick and chucking it in the prep’s direction, missing him by a mere few feet.

Once Tad was out of eyeshot, he gave himself a little pat on the back. Now they’ll know not to mess with my girl. He smirked to himself, stretching his slightly aching limbs as he took one last glance back towards where Tad vanished into the distance.

nouveaux-riche:

johnny-vincent:

Ooc//

okAY„,

time to actually be not so

„,

uhm

shy

ooc: psh-aw, i like your johnny:)

ooc// omg really??

thank you uwu

i need to replay chapter 3 again

Ooc//

okAY„,

time to actually be not so

„,

uhm

shy

nouveaux-riche:

The Fight || Tad & Johnny

Tad attempted to throw a pathetic punch at Johnny’s chest. His pectoral muscles were harder than Tad expected. Tad looked up at Johnny and knew that to fight his way out would be a lost cause, but to try to talk his way out was still a possibility.

“Johnny, she asked me out. I thought you guys were over with.”

Tad, hoping this was working, took in a deep breath. He then blurted something out he really shouldn’t have.

“It’s not my fault your girl’s a slut.”

Tad instantly shut his mouth and stared up at the Greaser wide-eyed. Shit, he thought.

He then realized something that he had learned from all of his years with his abusive father: Once you’re cornered and grabbed by the collar, you might as well just shut up and brace yourself. So Tad did, and prepared himself for the world of pain to follow.

“What’d you just say about my girl?” He snarled, “Your little trust-fund friends aren’t going to help you now, you’re on my turf.”

The Greaser shoved him back, towering over him, he grabbed a wooden plank.

“Now let this be a lesson; Don’t ever mess with my girl again.” And with that, came a swift blow to the prep’s stomach.

nouveaux-riche:

The Fight || Tad & Johnny

Tad saw the familiar glean of a shiny black leather jacket just as he approached Lola’s stoop. His eyes widened in terror as he realized it was Johnny.

Tad began to quickly walk backwards, dropping the roses to the ground and shielding his face.

There were certain things that Tad Spencer was good at. Buying stuff, being in positions of power, coordinating outfits, hiding his tears from his father, plotting schemes. Fighting was a weak suit.

“Johnny, please, let’s not do anything drastic…” Tad said, looking the tall Greaser in the eye through his spread fingers.

Johnny cornered him, grabbing the prep by the collar of his aquaberry vest and shoving him against a wall, staring Tad dead in the eyes.

“I thought I made it clear,” he bellowed, “Stay away from my girl.” His voice was low, throaty almost. He was gonna make his point clear this time that no one was going to come near Lola ever again.

— The Fight || Tad & Johnny

nouveaux-riche:

Tad smugly strutted under the bridge dividing Town from New Coventry. He felt a rush of adrenaline run through him, as he always did when crossing a foreign turf, especially the Greasers’. He gripped the bouquet of red roses in his left hand a little tighter. What he wouldn’t do for a shot at Lola.

Of course she had hit on him. She hit on everyone. When she suggested a date, Tad was hesitant for a millisecond until he realized that he hadn’t gotten any in a long time. Once his teenage boy brain focused on that, the decision was pretty easy to make.

Tad just hoped he wouldn’t run into any trouble on the way to Lola’s house. He knew that the Greaseballs kept their turf on lockdown. On cue, he caught the glares of some hostile Greasers.

Hopefully Johnny isn’t out tonight, he thought to himself, grimacing in disgust at a particularly polluted sewer. Ugh, I swear, if these savages’ filthy air ruin any of my Aquaberry, I’ll sue.

He neared Lola’s house, smiling at a successful entrance. Yes, that’s right, dirty Greaseballs, he thought to himself, Smart move. You wouldn’t want to mess with a Spencer.

Sadly for Tad, he was out and about, patrolling his turf, it was late and he had nothing better to do. Of course it was late, and some guys would occasionally stop by Lola’s.

Not tonight. He grumbled to himself, sticking close to her house, not in view though. Hidden. He wasn’t going to be played again, he was gonna see who it was and beat the living daylight out of them. No one messed with his girl.

Then Johnny saw the little scumbag. Tad. Boy, was he gonna have his ass handed to him tonight.