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"Johnny?" "Aye?" "Kiss..."

"Ye want a kiss, hen?"

"Mhmm.."

Next thing you know he's on you already, lips pressing right over yours. He's holding you close, one hand on the back of your head, the other on your waist. It starts off gentle, really. But soon, he's kissing you with all he's got, tongue and teeth, going all in.

When you try to pull away, there's a good chance he won't let you. You can only hope he does, just a little. Let you get some air in, but he'll be back for more just as fast. He's never been the type to half-ass things. So when you ask, best be prepared.

He's reckless, so he'd insist that he's fine like he's unbothered, if you aren't careful, you won't even be able to tell he's sick. It's until he gets worse that he'll give in and let you take care of him without complaint.

Though it doesn't seem to end there as even then he's still trying to act tough, refusing to take medicine and will just 'sleep it off'. You can only sigh at his behavior and stay by his side to make sure he actually rests instead of running off somewhere. He's too stubborn for you to convince him otherwise.

Sometimes you'll find him waking up in the middle of the night, feeling around the bed for you.

"Bonnie?"

Once he finds you, he pulls you in, burying his face against your chest, seemingly seeking for your heartbeat. You hum softly in response, pulling away just enough for you to place your hand over his forehead, checking his temperature.

"Ye know ah love ye, right?"

You can't help but feel a smile forming on your lips.

"Yeah, Johnny, I do."

He chortles, eyes barely awake as they stare right at you.

"Good, just making sure."

He goes quiet for a bit before speaking up again.

"And ye love me too?"

You giggle at his impromptu questioning.

"Mhmm.. I love you, Johnny."

He sleepily grins at your answer, right before his eyes fall closed again and he drifts back to sleep.

Every time you complain he just decides the solution is to put you on his lap.

It always happens the same way, the two of you are sitting next to each other, be it while watching TV, busy with your own phones, and whatnot. Before you know it, his leg is already nudging yours to the side. Despite being told off, he'll eventually go back to doing it over and over again until you finally have enough.

"Johnny."

He turns to you, one eyebrow raised.

"Move your damn leg. You keep hogging the whole seat!" "Ah barely noticed, hen. How 'bout ye sit here instead." Whilst he says that, he lifts you without much effort and deposits you right over his lap, one arm settled around your waist. You're completely baffled as he settles things just like that once again.

"You always do this.."

You huff, crossing your arms.

"C'mon, Bonnie, dinnae act like ye dinnae like being on my lap."

"That's not the point."

He chuckles, pulling you back to lean on him.

"At least this way, we'd both be comfortable, hm?"

He pays no mind to your fuming, he simply nuzzles your neck, uncaring of the way his stubble scratches your skin, laughs as it makes you chide him again. But he notices that you're not moving off his lap.

It's not something that he's familiar with. So when he gets spoiled with so much affection from you, he doesn't always know how to act. Doesn't really know how to respond. Even when the two of you have been dating for awhile, Simon is still figuring things out with you.

He loves you. That's for certain.

But he doesn't know how to show it. He doesn't know how to receive it. It eats at him sometimes, if he's doing something wrong with you, if he's not doing enough. He can only hope you know just how much he feels for you.

He treasures you, doesn't want to lose you. The one good thing in his life that he doesn't come by very often. He wants to make you happy, every chance he can get, that's what he knows for sure. The principle that he's gone by ever since he decided to make you his.

So he tries to be a proper boyfriend for you.

He likes to act like a puppy from the way he nuzzles you, seeking your warmth as if he doesn't radiate enough already for himself. Cuddling is basically routine with him, if you refuse, he'd automatically assume you're mad at him or as he likes to say it, "Ye dinnae love me anymore, bonnie.." cause he's dramatic like that.

He has those puppy eyes for sure. You still haven't gained quite a good resistance against them. Unless he pisses you off enough, then they won't be working no matter how much he bats those eyes at you. What's annoying is that he knows how well it works against you, hell, he even takes pride in them. Sometimes, he doesn't even realize he's looking at you like that. "Johnny, stop that."

"M'not even doing anything, hen!"

Whenever he holds you, he'd most likely aim for your stomach first. He adores how soft your tummy feels against his rough hands. He can't get enough of it. Any chance he gets, he'd grab you and don't expect him to let go until you forcefully separate yourself from him.

"Johnny.. You're squishing me!" "Aw, hen, dinnae be like that.. am just holdin' ye."

He always pulls you back in, squeezing your stomach. Sometimes he'd even tickle you when he's feeling particularly mischievous. Luckily, right now he doesn't.

"You're treating me like a stress ball.." "Ah'm not even squeezing ye that hard!"

He knows of the risks, that's why he refuses to keep a piece of you that can leave you vulnerable. He doesn't want anyone tracking you down. He knows he has a lot of enemies already. He doesn't want you to be exposed to that kind of danger.

That's why he only has his own memories of you to count on whenever he misses you. He knows he can be annoying with how much he talks about you to his teammates. Especially Simon. He knows the guy is probably close to shutting him up permanently, but he can't help it.

Somedays are harder than most. He couldn't afford any distractions in his missions, he is perfectly aware of that. But he allows himself that when he's supposed to be resting, during his downtime. He doesn't need any reminders of you when his heart has long since known you.

(also can i be 🦇anon? - i loveeeee ur work btw)

OMG Hello Anon !!! Thank you for sending in a request :DD

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Every moment that he could, he'd bring you up into the conversation. Simon has long been used to it by now. It's like the guy never stops gushing about you whenever they're outside of missions. Always boasting about some bonnie lass he's been dating for a while now.

He never fails to mention every little detail of you. Simon's gotten sick of it, but he can't even help but be happy for him to have someone waiting for him back at home. To have someone to return to after tiring and stressful missions.

He sees it, how much love Johnny has for you, only an idiot wouldn't notice. The guy practically looks lovesick when he's been away from you for too long, even when sometimes he hides it well.

Simon can see it during the nights of their missions, just as they get a moment of rest before they have to set out again. He's sitting off alone, looking occupied with his thoughts, that is until he notices Simon approaching him. He'll start dropping some random facts about you like he's in some sort of variety show.

You don't even know why he's fond of it. What you do know is that everytime you get dragged in to bath with him, the tub is already full and brimming with bubbles. He always has you bathing with him everytime he brings out the bubbles.

You're not complaining though.

It's a nice way to spend time and relax with him. You'd be sitting between his legs, back leaning on his chest. He doesn't even let you do any of the washing. When you do try, he tuts at you.

"Ah, ah. My job, Sweetheart. All ye gotta do is look pretty and relax."

So you let him do the work.

You appreciate it, really. He's gentle with the way he handles you. He washes your hair properly, lathers your body nice and easy (though sometimes you'd have to scold him to not let his hands wander). Then when he's done, he'd place kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

He likes having you with your guard down, not in a taking-advantage-of-you kind of way. Well, maybe, sometimes (not in the way that you think). But more often, he likes how he can freely indulge you.

Whether you act clingier or grumpier, he doesn't mind whichever side it is. He just likes taking care of you. He likes this softer side of you. He likes spoiling you, if it isn't obvious enough already.

"My sweet bonnie lass.."

He likes to murmur while he holds you close, burly arms wrapped tight around you, sometimes too tight, to the point where you'd pout, feeling constricted.

"Johnny.."

You half whine and he already knows the tells by now, so he relents before you make a fuss, not wanting to perturb you any further, no matter how fun he might find it.

He'd loosen up but still have you cuddled close to him, brushing through strands of your hair till you hum softly, breathing slowing down. And once you fall asleep, he stays up a little more just to watch you, etching the sight of your peaceful expression to his memory.

It's already proven with how many times he has kissed it off of you and staring at you after like it's your fault that he has it smeared all over his own lips. He sometimes even pouts at you as if to ask to wipe it off of him. That is if he's feeling clingy.

Another time, he'd act all smug watching you scold him and having to reapply it like he's not about to repeat it all over again. You'd actually have to be firm about it or he absolutely will. He enjoys it too much.

"Hmm?"

You lean in to kiss him, a soft peck pressing right on his lips before pulling away.

"What's that for, hen?"

"For coming back home."

You say with a soft expression which makes him melt, his heart clenching tight in his chest. You've got the habit of making him feel that way, feeling too much love for his too small heart, something that he never thought he'd have, or even deserve. "Dinnae ken that my wee bonnie is so cheesy.."

One time, you attempt to bake, following a recipe you found online.

You made the decision after seeing so many baking videos on your phone. Johnny knows of this, he's seen the video playing on your phone numerous times when you're lounging around with him.

It also doesn't help that he never fails to tease you for drooling over them. Thus, you've finally had enough of those cravings by taking it upon yourself to make it by your own hands.

So you try.

It should've been simple. Chocolate chip cookies, you've seen plenty videos, followed the same steps and the exacts ingredients.

But the difference is that none of them put Johnny into the factor of their process.

Somehow, he managed to make what's supposed to be a 15 minutes prep time for the dough to take a whole lot longer because he can't keep his hands off of you and also because he keeps trying to sneak a taste of the dough that you have to stop him every time unless he wants to risk his life with salmonella (as if he doesn't risk his life enough already).

"Johnny, what did I tell you?"

You say for the nth time now as you see his hand reaching over to the bowl.

"Aw, hen, c'mon a wee taste wouldn't hurt.."

"No, Johnny, you'll have to wait until after I bake them.."

He huffs like a petulant child, grabbing hold of you again from behind, chin resting over your shoulder.

"So strict.."

You sigh over his demeanor, exasperated but still fond of him.

"It's for your own good."

"Aye, yer the boss."

He grins before pressing kisses to the side of your face. You chuckle, relishing in the affection before pulling away to put the dough in the fridge.

"Okay, we can put it into the oven later after we let them chill. Let's hope they turn out good."

"Even if they weren't, ah'd still eat them. As long as it dinnae kill me."

You snort, shaking your head.

"I hope not."

You exclaim in surprise as soon as you hear the sound of the door.

"M'home, bonnie"

His voice sounds tired, yet fond.

You're quick to meet him at the door, too happy to see him to contain your excitement. He meets your enthusiasm with his own, pulling you into his arms, lifting you up and spinning you around as you giggle. Once he puts you down, he cradles your face, kissing over your forehead.

"How've ye been, hen? Still as bonnie as ever, ah see."

You can't help but to let out another giggle, your eyes full of adoration as you stare at him.

"Better now that you're here.. Missed you lots.."

Your words are enough for him to break into a grin. He gently rubs his thumbs right over the ample skin of your cheeks.

"Mhmm, missed ye too, hen," he presses another kiss to your cheek, "ah dinnae ken how much longer ah could've survived without ye."

You give him a look.

"Now you're just exaggerating.."

He snickers, poking at your nose.