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#and I do think Kerry was a bit of the band sweetheart as much as he was Diva
timaeusterrored · 1 year
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Random things I think Kerry did for Samurai
Held Johnny’s hair back while he threw up
Gave the girls his jacket if it was a bit cold
Made sure Henry was rolled onto his side after parties or made it to a safe place
Pretended to be Nancy’s boyfriend to get a creep away from her
Normally the one to clean Johnny up after a fight and listen to his rambles without judgement (he had some thoughts but kept them to himself)
The band can vouch that he’s an amazing cuddler, there’s a picture of him and Denny cuddled up together asleep that they both secretly still have
Would be the one to pay for a group dinner if no one had eaten
Would drag Henry back to the apartment if he was fucked up and called Kerry
Picked up Rogue after she caught Johnny cheating and drove around night city with her (she didn’t admit she was upset but Kerry could kinda tell) (she then punched him in the arm and got out after he dropped her off)
“Call Kerry” was something said often, and if he was in the mess it was “Call Nancy”
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timaeusterrored · 1 year
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(His Muse)
(Thinking about them again babes)
“What’s wrong, J?” V’s lips didn’t move, nor did he even open his eyes. It was kinda freaky when he did that honestly. But Johnny didn’t have it in him to comment or complain. Like V said, something was wrong.
The thing that upset him was the fact that Kerry was right there. He was sound asleep next to V, and looking so unfairly beautiful. Everyone said in the band, Kerry was God’s favorite because of how pretty he was. Johnny never agreed out loud. But he had agreed with it.
It upset him that Kerry couldn’t see him. That Johnny couldn’t feel him with his own hands. Even when they did get to talk, it wasn’t with his voice, his eyes, his ears. Kerry only saw V, with the knowledge that Johnny was somewhere in there. It was a sick joke he had played on himself.
If it hadn’t been for Rogue, Johnny would have ran to him the seconds he saw the screamsheets about Kerry’s mental health declining. He knew that night fucked with his head even more than Johnny had meant for it too, but they had saved him and that’s all that mattered.
“Johnny?” V opened his eyes this time, turning to face him from where he sat behind him. “What’s up?” He said softly, making Kerry shift closer to him, his head rested on Vax’s bare chest.
“When I’m wiped, you’ll still stay with him right?” Johnny may have brought V to Kerry for their own comfort, but he had to make sure V didn’t ditch him as soon as Johnny was out. He needed to make sure he was taken care of.
“Of course I will… ‘M not an asshole.” Johnny just huffed and shook his head, looking down at Kerry. He looked so different, but still just as beautiful as the last time he saw him.
“…Would you like to talk to him? Tomorrow?” V’s voice was quiet, like he knew the risks that came with that. He knew letting Johnny take over like that was risky.
Johnny would love another chance to talk to Kerry, to have a moment with him instead of talking through V. But he couldn’t do that to V, he was already risking a lot slacking off so they could spend more time with Kerry before whatever happened, happened. V was thinking of accepting Hanako’s offer, much to Johnny’s distain. Kerry didn’t know yet.
“Nah. You’d be out of commission for a day if I did that. Those pills are gonna kill you, Y’know?”
V was quiet. Maybe that was for the best.
“Johnny misses you.”
Damnit V.
Kerry took a long sip from his coffee, eyeing V over the mug. He was taking into account what V was saying, processing it. It was way too early to be saying shit like that.
“Does he now?” Kerry asked, putting the cup down. He clearly did not wanna think about it, Johnny missing him.
They had stayed in the Glen apartment that night, meaning Kerry got to steal V’s clothes and have an excuse, like he needed one. Johnny remembered a time when Kerry worse his clothes everywhere like they were his own.
“Do we… have thoughts on that?” V asked, leaning forward on the counter a bit. Kerry leaned in as well and kissed his cheek.
“Whatever you’re planning, the answer is no. You’re body can’t handle it, and I’m sure if Johnny truly cared about you like he said he does, he wouldn’t agree with your sneaky little ways either.” Kerry shut down V’s plan quick, making the merc pout.
“But he misses you. And you miss him-“
“V, sweetheart, lemme explain something. I’ve missed Johnny for 50 years, I’m used to missing him. I don’t think it’s ever gonna go away. But when it comes down to it, I’m sure it will, I’m choosing you. You are my concern now, keeping you alive is what I want. Johnny and I can miss each other for another 50 years, doesn’t mean I want to see him or use you to see him. Got me?” Kerry rolled up the sleeves on the shirt he had stolen, ending his argument.
Damn. Was it bad Johnny was kinda turned on by that.
“Yes Johnny, it is. And why are you two so stubborn?” V asked him, pouting into his coffee.
“Like I said, you’d never win an argument we’re on the same side of. Never gonna happen, V.”
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