it's funny---johnny sees the resemblance of the sound of gunfire in them, of the ticking of a bomb, of the countdown on whether he'll make it out the next op alive. the church bells however, are not what have him on edge.
he's dressed in his finest military uniform, second pew from the front, on the left side---on your side. you look absolutely beautiful, always have, but that white dress really has ticked something else in his brain. your hair and makeup done to perfection, the bouquet of flowers in your hands steady as the priest rambles on about religious sacraments.
your soon-to-be husband seems...bored.
ah, that's it. you're marrying that prick.
johnny's run out of time. he foolishly always thought that you would just come running back to him when he beckoned. you've been best friends for years---even through the thick of his military career, even through the troubles of puberty. the villagers all called you twins as kids which turned into girlfriend and boyfriend as you got older.
and you'd both scream "no way!" and go back to causing trouble wherever it was due.
watching that thing tap its foot impatiently is doing his head in. god, he should've convinced you to leave him harder. he should've made you realise that he's not the one. he should've told you everything--
he doesn't realise he's white-knuckling his slacks until his mother is nudging him silently in the shoulder, casting a weary side-eye his way.
this isn't right.
johnny nearly turns his molars into dust. waiting for the ceremony's finish as it rolls out---white noise in his ears as he realises how badly he's fucked up. he can't ruin this for you now, you've been absolutely buzzing for months. but you've also been crying...but you've said he's the one...
the priest is talking---saying something johnny knows well. like in the movies.
he doesn't even finish the sentence before johnny finds himself jumping up from his seat, leaning over your mother in the pew in front, hands gripping the back of it.
your eyes go wide. johnny can't tell if they mean to plead him to take you away or plead him to stop. the words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them.
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ChildhoodBestFriend!Johnny that was the class troublemaker. you grew up in the same class with him throughout your childhood, but you werenât initially friends. heâd always be cracking jokes and roughhousing with the other boys - loud and obnoxious, always wearing a big, toothy smile
CBF!Johnny never really had any reason to befriend you, you had pretty different friend groups. that said, whenever you two were paired up for school projects or gym class heâd be nice. he never acted too mean with you, always tried to keep the mood fun and light before parting ways
CBF!Johnny that covers for you one day - thatâs when the lifelong friendship starts. you had accidentally broken something that belonged to your teacher. it was an accident, but your nerves had made you anxious over it. sure, you werenât an angel in class, but this was something youâd really get in trouble for
CBF!Johnny saw you break it, and when he saw the fear in your eyes he tensed. he opened his mouth before he could think when the teacher asked who did it, âWas me, maâamâŚâ. he made eye contact with you, that same toothy smile you were used to seeing was replaced with a small, closed one, but it reached his eyes all the same
CBF!Johnny who sticks around with you after that. an arm wrapped around your shoulder as he cracks jokes and goofs off, but he treats you nicely. no roughhousing, well, nothing that would hurt you, no mean spirited teasing - he just wants to see you smile and laugh. sure, he got yelled at by the teacher, but thatâs all in the past. now? now Johnny is all grown and loyal as a dog
Dark!childhood best friend Johnny is going to eat away at my mind for the next couple days, thanks =)
Imagine him guilt tripping you into sex, "At least a blowjob Bonnie, please? Ah been yer best friend for forever." Giving you those big blue puppy dog eyes as he ruts against you.
Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, blowjob, choking, throatpie, manipulation/coercion, guilt tripping, dacryphilia, tell me if I missed any.
âI donât know, Johnny,â you bit your lower lip, staring at him with a nervous gleam and answered his hesitantly. You truly wanted to help Johnny, but you didnât think it appropriate to blow your best friend, especially after your recent break up.
âOne, Bonnie, just one.â
Johnny was always insistent, used to getting what he wanted from you as children and teens, your younger and naive mind listening to everything he said. Perhaps he was used to it, but youâve changed as much as he did, growing up happy but tired with work and life. Youâd been hit on, men coming up to you for a quick fuck or to take advantage of you, and how fortunate was it that Johnny was your best friend. That meant you knew a few tricks youâve heard from prior experience and your friends, but this was Johnny, your childhood best friend who stuck by your side through thick and thin.
âJohnnyâŚâ you stammer when he pressed on, cornering you against the couch in your shared flat, his cock - a big and hard and hot mass - rutting your thigh, his hips rucking up your loose shorts, âIâm not sure if-â
He pouted. Johnny pouted, lips pulled down and his pretty, blue eyes gleaming while he begged you to serve him once, he even threw you his puppy eyes. He pressed himself closer to you, hands finding your hips and pulling you into him, his still growing bulge grinding against your burning core, tingling with the fresh flames of pleasure. He groaned, nuzzling your shoulder and panting loudly, his hot breath hitting your neck in loud puffs and grunts.
âJust one, please? Ah been yer best friend fer so long, dinnea ah deserve one, Bonnie?â You couldnât tell him no when he looked at you with such a pleading expression, sounding so exhausted and restless.
The moment you gave him a tentative nod, Johnny had you kneeling between his legs, excitedly reaching under his pants to pull out his cock. It hung between his legs, heavy with girth and slightly longer than your ex, balls thick with unspent cum and his trimmed hair musky. Youâve seen his naked body before - from the many shared showers and many moments of comfort - but you never really stared at the length and girth of him. Your flustered cheeks made him coo, running his thumb under your eye and letting you take your time, hands wrapping around the base and wetting your dry lips.
You kissed his engorged tip, tongue swirling around it before wrapping your lips around the head, sucking until your cheeks hollowed and bobbing your head lightly. He tasted salty, the dripping pre rolling down your throat each time you took him deeper, slow and careful because of his size. He was thicker than what you were used to, the girth of his cock hard and covered in crossing veins, bulging and throbbing with a pulse; and he was longer than what youâve had, the head hitting so deeply, making your throat choke around his cock with every drag over your tongue to the back of your mout.
You jerked the rest of his cock, the part that you couldnât take, with your hands, fingers dragging the skin across his length and traveling down to cup his balls, fondling with his heavy balls. He swore loudly, unabashed and shamelessly moaning out your name, his fingers running through your hair and tightening and pulling when he hit the back of your throat, his cock jumping when you audibly gagged. His whole body shuddered when he caught the first tears under your fluttering lashes, some stray tears rolled down your cheek, gleaming under the living-room light.Â
ââM close, Bonnie,â he rasped, softly running his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper and deeper âto let him fill your stomach with him.Â
Invigorated by his words, you bobbed your head faster, choking down your retching and tears, feeling him twitch on your tongue and his pre thickening. He mumbled out a few incoherent words, praises and compliments, telling you how well you were doing and how his best friend had such a good mouth. He let slip out that he wouldâve asked for this favour a while back if he knew your mouth was so hot and tight.Â
âMoan fer me, let me feel ya.â
You moaned and mewl, letting the sound shake through your throat and mouth vibrating his whole cock, head sinking down on him and slick hands still pumping what you couldnât fit, coaxing him to come down your throat. When he came, he thrust his hips up, forcing him much deeper as tangy cum spurted from his tip, painting your mouth and throat in thick, white seed. His body shuddered, head thrown back, back arched and limbs tense, holding you still while you swallowed down his cum.Â
You gasped and panted when he pulled you off, eyes lidded and lips swollen from the stretch of his shaft. He whispered out praises, pulling you to his lap and peppered your face with doting kisses. He kissed your tears away, and he kissed your lips, his tongue pushing past your teeth and tasting himself in your mouth. Smiling softly at your fiery blush, he pressed his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes with a cheeky expression that made you frown.
Ghoap (well, Cbf!Soap mainly) asking Afab!Reader to be their surrogate (pt 1)
CW: Talks of surrogacy/pregnancy
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The last thing you expected when you came home after work one day was your friend Johnny sitting on your couch. You two have been friends since childhood and have been inseparable, even after he joined the military. You trusted the man with your life and would let him come over whenever he felt like it, going as far as giving him an extra key to your flat in Sunderland.
At first, you thought something bad must have happened since you could see he was clearly stressed about something. You drop your bag down and go over to the couch, sitting next to him
"Johnny, what are ya doing here? Is something wrong?"
He looks up at you with those crystal blue eyes, running a hand through his mohawk.
"Nah, there's nothing wrong per say, but...there is somethin' I need to ask ya, lass. Somethin' big...."
"What is it?"
Johnny pauses, unsure of how to ask this. After a moment, a voice from behind you two speaks up. A deep, gravely voice with a Mancunian accent. The unexpected voice causes you to jump slightly and turn around. It was Johnny's husband, Simon. Johnny had told you about him numerous times but you had never gotten to meet him in person before. His brown eyes bore down at you. It was hard to tell what exactly he was thinking but from the tone of his voice and how blunt he was, it was clear he wasn't exactly happy.
"He wants to know if you'd be our surrogate."
This makes you pause. They want you to be their surrogate? The MacTavishs? Really? You understand that you and Johnny are good friends and all, but you figured they would have gone through an agency or even adopted instead. You look back at Johnny, who was giving Simon a bit of a look himself.
"Johnny, is this true?"
Johnny turns back to you and his face softens quite a bit before he looks down at the ground.
"Aye...it's true, lass. I know this is a really, really big favour to ask, but...."
Johnny looks back up at you and gently grabs your hand.
"Could ya do this for us? We'll pay ya, take care of ya. Simon's done took a step back from the military for this next part of our lives so you'll always have at least one of us around at all times."
The look of desperation in Johnny's eyes makes your heart break for him a little bit. You knew he's always wanted to be a dad one day, have a family of his own. You fold your arms over your chest and lean back into the couch a bit, thinking it over....
"If I do this for you....how would we be doing this? Do you already have an egg from a donor? Are you just needing me to carry your child for you?"
Johnny sighs
"No. We'd be hoping ya wouldn't mind doing it....the ol' fashioned way...."
"The old fashioned way...? You mean... You'd sleep with me to knock me up?"
Before Johnny could say anything else, Simon interjects.
"No. Not him. I'd be doing it..."
You look up at Simon, clearly shocked. You barely knew this man and here he was saying that he'd be the one sleeping with you. You've only heard tidbits about him from Johnny. Sure, Johnny made him out to be a good man who liked to crack jokes and was a pretty laid back guy but from this first encounter, he doesn't seem like that at all. This made you extremely hesitant to help your friend out in starting his family....
Seeing the look of worry on your face, Johnny clears his throat causing you to look back at him again.
"Don't mind him, lass. He's just a bit....protective. Simon doesn't feel comfortable at the thought of me sleeping with someone else. I hope ya can understand that? And don't worry, like I said before...ya don't need to say yes now. Ya can give your answer later on, after you've spent a bit of time with Simon and have gotten to know him better. I wouldn't want ya sleeping with someone ya barely know."
You slowly nod. You could understand that. You and Johnny have known each other for much longer and it wasn't a secret he had a crush on you in the past....so Simon most likely felt the relationship would be threatened if Johnny was the one to sleep with you, worrying that would rekindle the old feelings he had for you from your younger years. Giving a slight sigh, you smile at Johnny and slightly give his hand a squeeze before letting it go.
"Yeah, okay. I'll give it a shot for you, Johnny. I'll try to get to know Simon better before I make my full decision..."
Johnny's face lights up and he immediately leans in to hug you tightly. He pulls away after a moment with a huge grin on his face.
"Thanks, lass. I promise Simon isn't normally like this. He just....has a hard time trusting people he doesn't know. He'll warm up to ya eventually."
This earns a scoff from Simon as he turns his head away from you two. Johnny laughs and gets up from the couch, moving behind it towards Simon.
"Lighten up, love. I know ya two pretty well....I think you'll get along in no time at all..."
He looks at Simon lovingly as he brushes his hand through Simon's short, black hair before giving him a kiss on his forehead. Simon frowns a bit, some of the scars on his face becoming more prominent; especially the ones on his upper lip and cheek.
"Really, Johnny? In front of her?"
Johnny only laughs in response, nodding.
"Aye, in front of her. Now come on, we should probably let her be now..."
He didn't need to tell Simon twice. The Brit immediately started heading towards the door without another word, only stopping in the doorway to wait for Johnny. Before leaving, Johnny turns to you again.
"Again, thank you. This really does mean a lot to me, and especially Simon....even if the brute doesn't want to admit it..."
Another groan is heard from Simon, who's barely...just barely....got a slight upward curl of his lips going on.
"...So I'll text ya soon with some dates and times so we can all get together and hang out a bit, so you can Simon can get to know each other better, yeah?"
You nod, smiling as you stand up and give Johnny another quick hug.
"Yeah. Sounds good. See you later, Johnny. Simon."
You give a slight nod to Simon, who hesitates before giving a slight nod back. Johnny turns and walks to Simon, taking Simon's hand in his before the couple leaves your house.
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Childhood best friend Soap who has one of those âif neither of us is married by this age, weâll marry each otherâ deals with you, and has been actively sabotaging every relationship youâve ever had since.
Not in a way you can see, of course. Just little things. Fabricating evidence of infidelity on their partâ fake screenshots galoreâ suddenly having a crisis where he needs his best friend when youâre about to go on a date, convincing you that every little disagreement and incompatibility is a red flag. Acting like heâs just being a good friendâ being the one you can trust to be in your corner.
âAye, men are such dogs, hen. Dinnae ken how you can stand the lot of us⌠He didnae deserve you, bonnie, doinâ the things he did⌠Better you broke it off now, hen. Imagine what itâve been like if youâd married the daft bastard?â
And just to drive it homeâ imagine he knows youâve always wanted kids. And he drops subtle hints⌠about how your clock is ticking. And every time youâre out with him somewhere, heâll point to every single pram and stroller and papoose and coo over the wee bairn, knowing it just kicks up your hormones. And he can use it to belittle your current partner as a long-term option!
âCanât imagine that joker youâve been seeinâ will give you a pretty baby like that, hm, hen? Not to mention thinkinâ oâ him as a father⌠saw the man struggle to find his other shoe last time you brought âim over.â
Letters From Nowhere - 5 (CBF! Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley)
Part 4, Masterlist
The afternoon following the unexpected visit passes with more work and another call with Bucky. His rich voice echoes throughout the office from the speaker of your phone.
âSo Martha was hanging up the Halloween flags and old Jack fell from the top of the shelf and scared her.â
âMeaning you set the skeleton up to scare her, Buck?â
His laughter quiets down, and he hums,
âI will neither confirm nor deny that accusation, Darling.â
You laugh, and on the other end, Bucky smirks, pleased to hear your laughter ring out in the room of his office.Â
You catch up for the next few minutes before there is a knock at the door, and after you call out to come in, it's Johnny who enters this time. He looks at the phone before his eyes find you.
âBrought you some tea, Love.â His voice is even, with a certain masculine pleasure in his voice when you smile at him. The cup of tea was steaming in the cool room. He sets it on the desk as you murmur a thanks. Johnny doesnât leave then, though, hip leaning against the desk, and he leans into your space easily, glancing at the phone. Your eyebrow shoots up, humored by his posturing, knowing him too well not to notice.
âSi will be in soon for your date.â His accent thickens as he speaks, and you nudge him.
âGot it, now, shoo you big lug.â
Johnny doesn't move easily, but he steps a pace back before he takes your chin, leaning down, and presses a kiss to your lips. You return it to humor the man, and he pulls away, pleased, pressing a kiss to your forehead and leaving.
Bucky is silent on the other end for a moment before he questions,
âDate?â
Buckyâs voice deepens in question, and you turn back to your phone, sighing.
âYeah, Johnnyâs back.â
Buck leans forward in his chair, a frown tugging on his lips.
âHe finally came home, did he?â It's more of a statement than a question, and you reply with a steady yes.
âHis lieutenant is staying as well; weâre set to go out tonight.â
âIs he a good man?â His protectiveness gets the better of him, and the question slips out. You breathe out and think of Simon, his figure in your mind.
âYes, yes, he is.â
Youâre sure of the statement when you add,
âHeâs sweet Buck, he and Johnny repaired the deck, and Elizaâs raised flower beds.â
Bucky considers himself for a moment before nodding.
âHe'd better take care of you, don't make me come down there. âÂ
âWill do Bucky, thank you, I gotta go now, see ya.
As he murmurs his goodbye, he wonders if he should have told you about Him.
-
You leave the office at 5 o'clock, empty tea cup in hand, and go searching for Johnny. You call out for him, and he replies from down the stairs.
âJusâ set the cup on the bannister. I'll get it, you need to get ready, love.â
âRight. Where are we going?â
Johnny comes to the edge of the stairs before calling back up to you,
âI suggested the old bar in town.â
âI haven't been there in years!â You shoot a smile down to him before entering the bathroom to shower.Â
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You enter your room, having dried your hair and ready to choose what to wear. You shuffle through the clothes you put away yesterday and fall upon something that makes you smile. A sundress, a floral collection with a lace trim in the bust, something soft and sweet that you had picked up on a vacation, for a moment just like this.You reach for it and change quickly, sighing at the soft but thick fabric and spinning in it admiring the way the dress dances around your figure. You move back to the bathroom to do what makeup you wanted, and mess with your hair.
You emerge, grab a matching bag, slipping your phone inside before heading downstairs, where you hear Simon talking quietly with Johnny. As you pass down the stairs, their eyes meet your figure in the softest whisper of fabric.Â
âYou lucky bastardâÂ
are the first words out of Johnny's mouth as his eyes take you in. You bite your lip in a laugh until you see Simon, and your mouth goes a little bit dry. The man cleaned up, wearing dark jeans and a dark buttoned dress shirt, the fabric hugging him comfortably. His eyes meet yours as he sweeps his hair back with a steady hand. His eyes are dark, sparked with something like satisfaction. Â
He steps forward from Johnny and offers a hand as you come down the last few steps, and you take it, letting him guide you down gracefully. As you take the last step, he brings your hand to his lips and presses a light kiss to your knuckles.
âYou look divine, Love.â
Heat crawls up your neck at the compliment. He leads you down to his side, where you can take in the spice of cologne and shampoo. Riley comes down the stairs a moment later, seeking you. Her tail wags upon seeing her three favorite people, and she nudges your hand for pets. You stroke down her head while Johnny steps into both of your spaces.Â
âYe look beautiful, Hen.â
He swallows, and an old smile pulls onto his face. You stand a little straighter under his inspection, but he just looks into your eyes before his arms come around you and pull you gently to him.Â
He presses a kiss to the top of your head before murmuring something into your ear, something illegible, and you question hi,m but he just passes you back to Simon. His eyes crinkle then, and you know that Johnny is happy.Â
-
The ride to the bar is warm in Johnny's jacket, the soft lining pulled tight to your form as Simon drives, His free hand resting on your lower thigh, his thumb circling every once in a while. As he drives, he tells you a bit more about his family.Â
His mom was a florist back in Manchester, while his younger brother was getting a master's in history.
âHe always liked digging around in the old bookstore mom took us to when dad was away.â
When his voice wavers, your hand covers his, a weight settling in the cab.Â
âI bet youâve made them proud, Simon,â You say, encouraging him.
As he pulls up to a red light he takes the moment to look at you fully, something in his eyes searching, to which he seems to find his answer because he squeezes your thigh affectionately.Â
âI guess so.â
He looks back at the road, and you huff.
âYou guess so? Sir, I happen to know so. Johnny must be proud of you.â
You see the smallest smile rise on his lips and you roll your eyes in mock exasperation but your hand remains on his for the rest of the ride.Â
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The bar sprawls in an area surrounded by patches of woods as Simon parks. He gets out and comes around to your side to let you out, helping you down as he did with the stairs. As you step out, the smell of the forest presides over everything. Simon closes the door and comes to stand next to you, waiting for your lead. You approach the door, his hand resting warmly on the small of your back.Â
As you approach the door, it suddenly swings open in front of you, making you jump, but Simon is quick to raise an arm to catch it before it hits you.
The people passing through the door stumble when they spot you two men wearing the colors of your old college here in the city. The taller of the two grins, holding a hand out.
âHey, gorgeous.â
You recognize his voice immediately,Â
âMichael?â
He seemingly sobers up at the call of his name, or at the arm that comes around you as Simon steps forward.Â
âIt's been a while.â He quickly regains his composure while his buddy looks between you and him, then back up to Simon.
âSorry about the door, we gotta catch up sometime.â He and his friend pass, but Michael pats you on the shoulder, and you nod offering a good night.Â
You finally enter the bar to be greeted by a scattering of people in their own groups, enjoying themselves. You pass through the mud area and into the main area, your boots knocking on the hardwood of the floor. The sound of poolballs clatter in the corner while music plays from an old tape jukebox. But in the corner of the room is the bar and a sight for very sore eyes.Â
At the bar in a well fitting apron is a longer-haired blond man, with a rough but trimmed beard covering his face. He tends to a patron, but feeling eyes on him, he turns and when his blue eyes land on you, he beams, a handsome smile lighting up his face.Â
You squeeze Simon's hand before moving forward to greet the man who exits the bar and scoops you up into a hug, spinning you around excitedly as he laughs. When he finally sets you down Simon is at your side, taking in the man cautiously.
While Simon has a few inches on him, the other man is built, with firm muscles in the arm that coil around your shoulder. He is also older, possibly in his late 30s or even early 40s. And then there are his eyes as he looks at Simon the same way, appraising.
You notice the stare-down and take the man's arm and tug, and he looks down to you and presses a kiss to your hair line.
âIt's good to see you, Sweetpea. Your mom said youâd be in town but didnât tell me when.âÂ
You smile at him as Simon shifts, and you finally part, backing up into Simonâs space. The man watches curiously as Simon's arm comes around you, hangs at your hip, a sort of claim to your personal space, and you lean into him in return.Â
Your uncle figure eventually holds a hand out for Simon to shake, which he takes.Â
âTom Cladwell, the owner of the establishment.â
While Simon's hand is still in his, Tom turns it, making Simon's eyes widen a fraction as he traces the tattoos on Simon's exposed arm.Â
âYou served?â
âYes.â
Something akin to approval shines in Tomâs eyes. He releases Simonâs arm with a hearty laugh.
âSorry to bother ya son. I served in the Navy myself years ago. I retired when my best friend settled down and had this little one,â he ruffles your hair fondly.
âLieutenant Simon Riley.â Simon finally introduces himself, sure of the person Tom is now, he eases his shoulders a fraction, the tension slips away with Tomâs friendly demeanor. He eases up more when your hand comes to his arm, taking it and moving to his side again.Â
âFirst drink at the house! You want your usual?â
You look at the fond grin on his face and know there is no arguing.Â
âYes please.â
âAnd for you, son?â
âWhisky, neat,â Simon says simply before pulling out a bar chair for you. After you sit, Simon pulls the next chair up and joins you, a hand resting on the back of your chair naturally. As Tom prepares the drinks, Simon asks how work went.
You beam up at him,
âBuck and I worked on the research for the gardening program. We work with local schools and get interested in gardening and recycling.â
Simon hums, taking a low sip of his drink before Tom sets your Shirley temple down. You take a breath and take a sip, appreciating the fizz and cherry on your tongue.
âWho is Bucky to you?â Simon asks, and you blink at the question and the look in his eyes before sighing, setting your drink aside.Â
âHe and I dated for a bit, more casual goings, I appreciate him as a hard worker and friend.â Simon hums, setting his drink down as umber eyes look into yours with a curious shine.Â
He shifts, turning towards you and hooking a long leg up for balance and your eyes trace what is exposed of his chest in the shirt, his tags hanging. You take him by surprise when you reach over, a hand gently taking the tags in hand.Â
âYou saved Johnny.â You say quietly, setting the tags after inspection gently against this marred skin before tracing his neck. You feel him exhale through his nose, tracing a particularly nasty scar before pulling back for your observation, a soft look in your eyes. Simon feels his heart quicken feeling you look into him for the first time.
âThank you.â You say silently and move to pull away, but a hand takes yours. You blink when he smiles.
âI love him, more than I could ever realise,â He says quietly, and there is a pulse of affection in his eyes, and you watch his eyes soften when he brings your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles, your blush turning away when he chuckles richly, gently releasing your hand.Â
Simon looks around the bar, then expectantly finds what he's looking for, the juke box in the corner, and he takes a quick sip of his drink before setting it down and pulling you up gently.
âJohnny did give me some pointers,â Simon smirks at your furrowed brow, but he leads you over to the jukebox before inserting a coin and letting the music play when you finally get his intention, your eyes lighting up with joy as smooth lyrics begin to play.Â
Boys workin' on empty
Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
I just think about my baby
I'm so full of love I could barely eat
There's nothing sweeter than my baby
I'd never want once from the cherry tree
Cause my baby's sweet as can be
She'd give me toothaches just from kissin' me
Simon guides you with a hand at the small of your back, passing underneath Johnny's jacket, the weight of it a comforting presence as his fingers spread and he pulls you closer to his chest. He then guides you into a gentle way as memories take you away.
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
The bar dissolves as you come home on a late night after a failed date, heels in hand and a tired sigh leaving you. You make the steps up your parents' porch and are surprised to find the door unlocked and as you approach, the porch light comes on, and the door opens to reveal Johnny.Â
âYou were out late.â He crosses his arms, and you sigh again, and he softens,
âThat bad huh?â He frowns and ushers you inside for a mug of tea.
In your kitchen, parents log past asleep you both toe the line between friendship and something more as he pulls you close.
Boys, when my baby found me
I was three days on a drunken sin
I woke with her walls around me
Nothin' in her room but an empty crib
And I was burnin' up a fever
I didn't care much how long I lived
But I swear I thought I dreamed her
She never asked me once about the wrong I did
Simon sways on his feelings, arms coming around you and pulling you from your mind as Hozier sings. It was this very song you cried to many times, Al the loss, the directionless running, it all seemed pointless then.
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
There must be some storm in your eyes because Simon takes your cheek in hand and looks into your eyes. His are deep brown depths, a fondness shining in the low lights of the bar, he murmurs your name and you focus on him ignoring the others around you.
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
My babe would never fret none
About what my hands and my body done
If the Lord don't forgive me
I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me
When I was kissin' on my baby
And she put her love down soft and sweet
In the low lamp light I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me
On a dime, Simon pulls you closer, stopping in the moment to hold you close, the smell of leather and a faint trace of gun oil permeating. There is still the scent of earth, you notice, from his working outside and there is a faint smell of bourbon and vanilla that clings.
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
As the song slows, you feel the eyes of Tom watching with curiosity; there is the low murmur of other patrons. But instead, you focus on the beating heart holding you, leaning your head into Simon's chest.
Warnings: slight angst but like they're kids, fluff, johnny being a good friend
Words: 1.9k
Synopsis: Summer is here but Johnny has to leave...
You sat at your desk with the math assignment in front of you and the urge to throw your textbooks across the room. Math was never one of your strong suits and despite the fact that it seemed simple for everyone else in your fifth grade class, you struggled your way into earning Cs.
A soft groan left your mouth as you set your pencil down and looked at Johnny who sat at the desk beside you.Â
He was preoccupied with drawing something on a spare piece of paper which made you frown even more. Of course he was done with his assignment before everyone else and youâd believe it if he told you that he got it done within five minutes of being handed it.
You glanced around the classroom to see everyone else diligently working on their assignments. It was supposed to be a quiet time but that didnât stop your classmates from talking to each other in hushed voices while the teacher pretended not to notice.Â
âJohnny,â You waved to get his attention and he glanced at you. âHelp me.â
âOn what part?â He didnât look up from his drawing until you held out your assignment for him to take.
âOne through fifteen.â
âAll of them?â
You gave him a pleading look as if he would refuse before he took the paper from you. You smiled and watched as he copied his answers onto your paper without a second thought.
âHowâd you do it so fast?â You wondered as he handed you back your assignment.Â
âBecause Iâm smart.â He grinned and you rolled your eyes.
You set your assignment aside and looked at the drawing that he had been working on.Â
It was a drawing of the landscape around his house. Even at the age of ten, he had enough skill to draw a detailed version of the rolling hills and the woods on the edge of the small farm he lived on.Â
You rested your chin on your hand as you watched him touch up the drawing with content.Â
âYou should get a new sketchbook.â You said as you pulled out another piece of paper and handed it to him when he had finished.
âI have to save up more money,â he began to draw. âI used up all my allowance to go to camp.â
Your eyebrows knitted together and you straightened up in your seat as your stomach churned ever so slightly.
âYouâre actually going?â You wondered and he looked at you with confusion.
âYeahâŚI talked to mam and she said I could go if I used my own money for it.â He explained and you slumped in your chair.
âOh.â
A summer science camp had been offered to the fifth graders this year to show off some of the fun things that science can offer, as the sponsor had explained, and though you werenât super interested in what the camp had to offer, Johnny had practically fallen out of his desk with excitement. That was when you realized that he got excited about other kinds of explosions other than the fireworks you saw on New Yearâs.
Johnny had begged his mother to let him go but she wouldnât budge. You didnât ask your mother because you knew she would say no since you didnât like science and since it seemed like he wasnât going to go you werenât worried about it.
But now he was leaving for the entire summer for the first time since you had known him and for some reason that made you want to make yourself smaller.
âShe told me last night.â He added and his face fell. âI was gonna tell you before the sponsor came back for the money.â
Guilt washed over you and as much as you hated the feeling that settled within you, you gave him a small reassuring smile because of how excited it made him.Â
âItâs okay.â You shrugged. âItâs only for three weeks anyway.â
âMaybe you can ask your mum if you can come.â He suggested and you nodded without a word.
You knew it would be a lost cause but you didnât want to make him feel bad. They would surely tell you no even if you begged them.Â
What were you going to do without him? Would he make more friends and leave you behind? What if he thought it was too fun and decided to stay?
When the sponsor came in to collect the money you didnât really pay attention to anything that he said. In fact, for the rest of the day you were distracted by your own thoughts even when the school day was over.
Johnny mustâve noticed on the walk back to your house because as soon as you both set foot on your street he smacked your shoulder.
âRace ya to the hideout!â He shouted before sprinting off towards the woods.
âNo fair, thatâs a head start!â You raced after him.Â
The two of you ran to the woods, kicking up dust as the treeline got closer and you caught up to Johnny. You jumped over the tiny creeks in the ground that acted as a barrier between your home and the sanctuary that was the woods around it. Soon the trees blocked out the sun and the dead leaves crunched under your feet as the two of you ran through the woods towards your hideout.Â
Johnny touched the tree that your hideout was built on and you folded over in defeat as you panted.
âYou cheated!â You gripped your knees as you gasped for air.Â
âNo I didnât, you just run slow.â He teased between breaths and you sent him a glare.Â
âWhatever.â
You threw your backpack on the ground and climbed up the ladder into the house. It was roughly made by the two of you from stealing wood and tools from Johnnyâs family farm and using any spare decorations you could find in your familyâs storage. Slowly the two of you brought anything that you could carry and fit inside before it became almost a second home for you both.Â
You grabbed the stereo and turned it onto whatever CD that had been left inside.
âCan we listen to something else?â Johnny groaned as he flopped on one of the bean bags dramatically.
âChange it yourself.â You sat in a different bean bag and grabbed the box of friendship bracelet materials, knowing that he wouldnât get up to do it.
You searched for the bracelet you were nearly finished with and began to work on it. For a moment neither of you said anything, sitting in each other's comfortable silence until Johny spoke.
âDid you know that thermonuclear bombs rely on a primary process called nuclear fission.â
âHow do you know that?â
âThis book. Apparently this is what theyâre going to talk about in camp.â
âOhâŚâ
He continued to spout off more fun facts that you could hardly pay attention to as the anxiety from before crawled back up into your stomach and took is hostage. You felt bad about how anxious it made you feel and for wanting him to stay but you were so uncertain about what would happen when he left.Â
You stewed in your own mind while you finished the bracelet before he called out your name.Â
When you looked up at him, he had a concerned look on his face.
âWhatâs wrong?â He wondered and you fidgeted with the bracelet.
You werenât sure if you should tell him or not. You didnât want to make him upset, but with the way he was already looking at you, you realized that he would be regardless if you told him or not. You didnât want to worry him and make him feel worse.
Your heart raced and you avoided his stare.Â
âI donât want you to go to camp.âÂ
Johnny was quiet but you couldnât look up at him as you stared at the bracelet between your fingers.
âWhy?â He sounded sad and it made you frown even more.Â
Your voice got stuck in your throat and you shrugged. You didnât know how to explain all of the emotions you felt and how to say them without hurting him or without crying.Â
However, tears had already formed and when Johnny sat next to you, your shoulders touching as he nudged you, the tears blurred your vision.
âWhat if you forget about me?â Your voice quavered and heat washed over your face as tears ran down your face. You were a crybaby and you felt stupid for how you felt as you held back sobs. âWhat if we stop being friends?â
âWhy would I stop being friends with you?â He wondered with a concerned look on his face.
âBecause this would be the first time weâll be apart since weâve known each other!â
Johnny pulled you into a tight hug that you reciprocated. He let you cry as he held you before he pulled back and looked you in the eyes. He had a determined look as sure as day while he stared at youÂ
âWeâre always gonna be friends,â he stated firmly and you wiped your eyes. âAnd I wonât forget you, promise.â
âReally?â You sniffled and he nodded with a grin.
Johnny got up and raced towards a box near his bean bag. He rummaged through it before he pulled out a friendship bracelet like the one that you held tightly in your hand, and kneeled in front of you.Â
You had assumed that he was still working on it but of course, in true John MacTavish fashion, he had finished his way before you finished yours.Â
He took your wrist and tied it tight around it to make sure it wouldnât fall off. When he was done he outstretched his own wrist and you tied his around it with teary eyes.
âNow weâll remember each other while Iâm gone.â He said before he studied the bracelet you made.
A soft smile spread across his face as he rubbed it between his fingers which prompted you to look down at yours.
It consisted of your favorite colors in an intricate pattern from the booklet that your mom had bought, one that you thought was pretty but couldnât manage to make on your own. Even though it was meant to represent you, you managed to see Johnny in it.Â
You let out a shaky sigh of relief.
When you looked back at Johnny he had a sort of sad look on his face that made you tilt your head as he sat next to you.
âIâm gonna miss you,â he admitted and you frowned. âYou canât convince your parents to let you go?â
You shook your head.
âThey know I wouldnât enjoy itâŚeven if we went together.â
He sighed before he leaned against you and you did the same to him.
âMamâs letting me take a camera, Iâll take lots of photos for you.â He said and you nodded.Â
You were glad that he wouldnât move on or forget about you and that he was even going to think about you while he was gone. It was going to suck that you were going to be alone while he was gone, you knew you were going to be bored out of your mind while he was gone but you felt a little safer knowing heâd come back.
âIâll make sure to tell you what you miss.â You told him and he smiled.
âGood, and when I get back we can make up the lost time during my birthday.â He sprung up from his seat and took the CD out of the stereo. He put a different one in and you rolled your eyes at the choice. âNow for some better music.â
You scoffed and retorted but did so with a smile on your face.Â
part 3
A/n: i want y'all to get bridge of tarabithia vibes from this but like in the whimsy way not the dead best friend way
