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Easter Egg Hunt with the Dast Boys(Johnson, Murdoc, Abner, Bobby, and Coco):
A/N: Happy Easter! Wanted to give ya'll some head-cannons of what some of the boys would do in an Easter Hunt. Just some ramblin'. I also reference something from a request I did a few months ago with Murdoc.
Warning: Nothing! (I hope...maybe a teensy-bit of violence.) No proof reading. Also added a hc of mine of Johnson.
Hope you guys enjoy! Happy Readings!
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Johnson:
In the Bang’A’Rangs, Joel would have an annual easter egg hunt for Lyla to have fun. A few Brawlers and the Phoenixes would partake in the hunting for eggs scattered around the compound – because they all made bets on each other to see who finds the golden egg first. So when it starts, Lyla goes straight to Uncle Johnson, sitting by one of the tables near the outside bar, for assistance, knowing he wouldn’t refuse to help the little girl out. With a little bit of time-stopping, he and Lyla take their time searching for every egg on the Bang’A’Rang, some inside the large entertainment room, by the car repair shop, and inside the hood of one of Queenie’s cars. By the end, they find the golden one lodged between two branches in a tree behind the trailers, and Johnson wins the bet.
Abner:
For sure, this will be Abby’s first-time easter egg hunting. He would be confused at first as to why he found Harley, Cleo, and Nanaue painting eggs in Harl’s kitchen – Nanaue lifting up a horribly painted egg, saying Abner and smiling. Once they fill him in on the whole festivities, it’s time for the hunt – Flag and Harley hid the eggs while Cleo prepares Nanaue and Abner by giving them easter egg baskets. Bloodsport is also there, willing to participate since Cleo insisted. At first, the egg hunting was fine until it turned to which one saw it first and blamed each other for stealing the other eggs and then a full-on battlefield. All Abner could do was curl up into a ball and hide somewhere far from Harley’s egg-throwing wrath and Flag nagging at Nananue for breaking all his eggs. But surprisingly, while he was hiding in a bush, he found the golden egg.
Bob:
In the break of dawn, Bob would get up before his partner and go downstairs into the pantry to grab a plastic bag full of chocolate easter egg candy and begin sprawling them all around the house and outside. When it’s time, he goes back upstairs into their shared bedroom and starts poking their shoulder in a poor attempt to wake them up, mumbling [Name], get up...it’s…it’s easter. After dragging them out bed and into the kitchen for a cup of coffee, Bob can’t hold back his excitement. They fail to see at least five chocolate eggs on the kitchen counter before Bob slides an egg towards them, earning a sigh and a tired reply: It’s 7:30, Bob. No matter the excuses, his S/O gets ready for the day and tries to find every egg Bob hid surprisingly well.
S/O [staring at a chocolate bunny taped to the ceiling.]: How the fu–
Murdoc:
Although he isn’t into any festivities since he was a kid, he celebrates holidays like easter because of Cassian. So, come around easter morning, Murdoc is woken up by something heavy landing on his stomach and the mattress moving up and down. Cassian is jumping on the bed, thrilled about today's holiday. While [Name] was working their morning shift at the grocery store, Murdoc took responsibility prepping for the easter hunt. Evening comes, and Cassian is ready to search for eggs in the backyard. Murdoc sits in one of the lawn chairs, watching [Name] and Cassian run around looking for the eggs, taking a moment to himself whilst hiding a smirk.
Coco:
Easter hunting hasn’t been a thing for eons. Usually, Coco would say Happy Easter to a few of his co-workers, who don’t reply back, before going on with his day. Not really caring for the holiday in general. However, when a small chocolate egg appeared on his desk, Coco was curious as to who anonymously gave him the strange colorful tin foil candy. Unwrapping it, he examined the round texture before putting it in his mouth, bewildered when it was real chocolate. Nowadays, it’s hard to find actual, decent chocolate and not the synthetic kind. He hopes, one day, he’ll find the person who made his day and return the favor.
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Lemme know what you think and I hope ya'll have a good Easter Day!
The dastmalchian boys dating a reader who is related to The Addams Family?
love this request so much it made me come back to tumblr
Abner: considering how often he’s around strange people, he doesn’t think much of you, or your family, though he is terrified of your younger sister Wednesday. He spends half of his time cowering behind you like some lost puppy when she’s in the room. However, when he first met your mother, Morticia, she took to him right away, caring for him and making sure he ate. When you asked why she just shrugged, guess she could see the look in his eyes
Kurt: oh. my. god. As soon as Kurt met Pugsley they were already making up schemes to blow stuff up. You even commented to Gomez that you think your boyfriend just got stolen. With kurts hacking background and Pugsley’s…well….love for explosives, you feel as if you have to babysit them, always making sure to give kurt the “don’t blow things up at dinner.” talk every time you were invited to a family gathering
Murdoc: it goes without saying that he fit right into the family, being an eccentric black wearing man himself, you actually believe he’s the reason that Wednesday learnt new creative ways to almost get you killed, though he’d never admit it.
Lonny: at first, he’s anxious to be around your family, specifically your house, he felt like his nervous nature wouldn’t vibe well with them, though they welcomed him in with open arms. anyone their kid loved was now part of this freaky family!
Thomas: He’s used to the joker, he’s probably not even anxious around them, he fits in quite well
Bob: it’s….Bob he will not go near ur family and if he does you ARE holding his hand, he does ask you if you’re a vampire because when he met your mother she gave off those vibes
Piter: he pretty much already looks like one of you, he offers to do your mothers eyelashes and you have to make sure he isn’t attempting to poison her, and when you all go out on the town? by god.
Johnson: it’s johnson, he doesn’t care who your family are, he loves you and that’s all that matters
Scenario - What it would be like to slow dance with Johnson, Jack Delroy and Bob Taylor.
JOHNSON - This man, if anything, definitely knows how to slow dance. Steady hands gripping firmly onto your waist as you rest your cheek against his shoulder/chest. Prefers being at home, holding your body close to his as music streams through the speakers and fills the living room. I believe this man is a secret romantic at heart, and would take the opportunity to slow dance with you if the moment presented itself. Would twirl you every so often, but loves the close intimacy of being able to hold onto you as you sway together.
JACK DELROY - Showboat. Loves to twirl you, and have a bit of fun. Holds you close to his body, and probably leaves kisses on your forehead every so often. Would enjoy dancing with you in general, doesn't mind if it's in public or not. Definitely has a nice collection of records for you to choose from. Very sensual when it comes to slow dancing with you (hands running up and down your body.)
BOB TAYLOR - Very nervous, shaky hands as you direct him to hold onto your hips or waist. Is a little unsure at first, but I believe after some time he would start to love the slow nature of dancing with you. He finds it soothing, your hand in his as you gently guide him. If your short, he would love to rest his chin on top of your head and just close his eyes to the music. If your taller, he finds comfort in resting his head against your shoulder as you rub your hand up and down his back. He starts looking forward to these slower, more calm moments with you.
guys, i kinda wanna just start a david dastmalchian yt channel and just compile every little scene from every show/movie he's been in, and make like compilations of his interviews because WE ARE LACKING IN DAVID DASTMALCHIAN MEME VIDS ON YT!!!!!
NOT TO MENTION THERE'S SOME SCENES OF SOME MOVIES I CANNOT FIND ON YT OF DAVID AND IT PISSES ME OFF TO MY CORE SO should i start a david dastmalchian yt channel???
After years seeing only the traumatic face of his mother, something changed when Abner was designed to be part of the suicide squad, and he meets you. After a dangerous moment in the beach in Corto Maltese were Spectro pushes him far from an explosion, he starts to really see her. He doesn’t understand why, only after that moment he looks at her, and she’s the only one who don’t look like his mother. He also doesn’t understand why she’s so kind to him, or even what is she doing with that group.
The reader has a codename, so mostly she’s called by Spectro.
Was possessed by the headcanon gods on the verge of sleep last night so now I'm writing a super long Johnson/Matty fic, I wanted to see how much I could do today and I'm already 5 pages in with the first scenario of like 5+ just getting to the good stuff so if that isn't a good indication that this one is gunna be LONG then I dunno what is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Summary - It's midnight and all Johnson wants is to hear your pretty voice on the other end of the line.
Word count - 497
Warnings - smoking, so many uses of pet names, yearning, Johnson being slightly horny for you
A/N - Love how I'm literally only writing for Johnson so far. Originally this was supposed to be smut but I decided against it at the last minute. (Loosely inspired by the song Evangeline by Stephen Sanchez)
Johnson took a long drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke coat his tongue. In his other hand he held a sleek black phone that was connected to a barely kept together phone booth. A stream of live band music spilled into the streets whenever someone walked inside the bar, reminding him he wasn’t alone.
Pick up, baby.
He cradled the phone to his ear, holding onto it as if the device might disappear in his hands. Maybe you were asleep, or simply weren’t home-
“H-Hello?” your sweet voice came through the receiver, stalling his thoughts. A strange sense of relief washed over him.
“It’s me, angel.” he said, plucking the cigarette from his lips. He could hear you shuffling around, turning on the lamp beside your bed.
“Well hello, lover boy.” you eventually said, giggling in his ear. His heart fluttered at the sound, as he firmly pressed the phone against his cheek. The time on his watch read 12 a.m.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologized, flicking the cigarette. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”
His stomach twisted at your silence, tugging at the phone cord as some mease distraction as he waited.
You sighed into the phone, “It’s fine, I wasn't getting much sleep.” You fell silent again, weighing something in your mind.
“Too busy thinking about you anyway.”
He perked up, snuffing out his cigarette as he propped his arm up on the phone stand. People continued to filter in and out through the bar door, drunkenly making their way past him without another thought.
“Been thinkin about you too, angel face.” he confessed, his voice nearly a whisper. He could picture you lying there right now, phone held up to your ear, hand grasping onto it like a lifeline. The mattress hugging the curves of your body, the sky blue nightie you adored rising up over your stomach whenever you moved around. Your own hands running down the sides of your soft body, teasing him over the phone.
“Been thinking about you a whole lot,” he muttered, the sight of you in his mind vanishing. You giggled again, amused. He closed his eyes, greedily drinking in the sound.
“I’m curious to know just how much I’ve been on your mind, Johnson.”
Your sugary voice was almost mocking, causing his heart to wince.
He glanced back at the bar door, contemplating. The minutes ticked away on his watch, yet it felt as if time didn’t move at all. The sight of you appeared in his mind again, all blue and all soft.
“Stay awake for me, doll.”
You hummed, “Will do, doe eyes.” before promptly hanging up.
He hung the phone back up, flicking his cigarette on the ground. The warm night air brushed against the nape of his neck. He began walking, the mere thought of you in his mind pulling his body toward your presence.
Behind him, the lively sound of bar music and laughter filled the parking lot.