#johnnypaul

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Penelope (2006), Haywire (2011) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Johnny Martin (Penelope)/Paul (Haywire) Characters: Johnny Martin, Johnny Martin (Penelope), Paul (Haywire) Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Snow, Snowball Fight Summary:

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Penelope (2006), Haywire (2011) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Paul (Haywire)/Johnny Martin Characters: Johnny Martin, Paul (Haywire) Additional Tags: Crossover Pairings, minor psuedo panic attack, Fluff Summary:

He was supposed to pick Johnny up from the club, he never meant to lock them out of the car.

So earlier I was thinking about this photo of Paul: (source)

And I realized that this is probably how Paul dresses normally. And yet I tend to headcanon him as dressing more nicely. Like maybe not suits all the time but not the above either.

But then I thought about it more and because that scene takes place at a bar, he probably dressed to blend in. A suit would’ve stood out while this look wouldn’t.

Then I thought about how he had probably been dressed like this the first time Johnny met him at the gambling ring, because again he was blending in.

#third gif is how I headcanon he normally wears his hair#kinda unkempt#if only because Johnny always messes it up

Paul sat on the couch and was attempting to read through one of the books he wanted to read, but the clank and clatter coming from the kitchen kept distracting him. Johnny had banned him from the kitchen, told him that unless Johnny was screaming for help, to stay away. The constant noise coming from the other room was starting to worry Paul. Johnny could cook, did cook regularly, but he wasn't normally that noisy about it. Paul knew what day it was, a silly holiday that hadn't ever matter to him before, just another day, another date. Even though he had Johnny now, it still felt the same. There was no magical feeling a love to go with the day. 

"Dammit!" Johnny shouted, followed by what sounded like something being thrown on the tile floor. 

"Johnny?" Paul called, ready to rush to the kitchen. 

The smoke detector answered instead, blaring loud and angry as Johnny shouted several curses as Paul raised into the room. The kitchen was a disaster: mix bowls and measuring cups littered one counter, while smoke billowed from the open oven and the blackened heap sitting inside it.

"What happened?" Paul asked, grabbing a dish rag and waving it in the direction of the smoke, trying to clear it away from the smoke detector.

"I was trying to make a Valentine's cake. Instead I burned it," Johnny replied, sinking down onto a dining room chair, defeated.

"Why in the world were you trying to make a cake?" Paul asked, giving up on the smoke detector to kneel in front of is boyfriend.

"I wanted today to special. I know you don't like Valentine's day, but I thought maybe if I did something to make it special, maybe you would."

Paul shook his head. "I don't dislike Valentine's day. It's just never meant anything to me. But I could be trying harder to at least enjoy it, for you."

Johnny shook his head, causing flour dust to float into the air. "You don't have to. I'll clean this up and order pizza or something."

Paul held Johnny's hands, squeezing them gently. "We'll clean up the mess and we can do whatever you'd like. I should have realized what today meant to you and tried harder."

"It's not like today's ever meant anything to me before, but I didn't have someone like you and now I do. That's all."

Paul smiled and kissed Johnny. "Then let's try and make this a good Valentine's for both of us."

Johnny smiled at him. Paul grabbed a second chair and used it to take down the smoke detector while Johnny opened the kitchen window. Then Johnny pulled out the burned remnants of the cake and threw it away. They worked together to clean up the mess across the counter, Paul washing the dishes while Johnny wiped down the counter. Once the kitchen was clean again, they did order pizza and sat down on the couch to watch silly romantic movies. When the pizza finally arrived it was heart-shaped and had the word 'Love' spelled out in pepperoni. 

"Thank you," Johnny said. 

"Happy Valentine's Day," Paul replied.

Sitting in a tree

Johnny sat in his usually tree by the river, people watching. It'd been a rough day at work and he just wanted the calm of the river. As he watched, a man came jogging by, only wearing shorts and running shoes. His bare chest glistened with sweat in the afternoon sunlight. Johnny kept watching, eyes following the man as he passed by. Suddenly, the man disappeared from view and Johnny landed roughly on the ground. He tried to sit up, hoping no one had seen him when a voice called to him, telling him to stay down.

"Don't move. You might've broken something or have a concussion," the voice said.

Johnny lay back on the grass, as the shirtless jogger came into his view again.

"Hey, can you tell me your name?" the man asked, looking over Johnny for any obvious injury.

"Johnny."

"Okay, Johnny. I'm Paul. Try not to move."

"Thanks, Paul, but I'm fine really."

Johnny started to sit up again. Paul put a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back down.

"I mean it, don't move. Does anything hurt?" Paul asked.

"My ego?" 

"Johnny, be serious please."

"My head hurts a little."

Though it was more than a little and he was realizing that the sun was glaring overhead, so he started to close his eyes.

"No, don't close your eyes. Keep looking and talking to me. What else hurts?" Paul asked.

"Um... I don't know. You won't let me move."

Paul sighed, looking at Johnny who was trying very hard to keep his eyes focused on Paul's instead of his still very shirtless form which was now leaning over him.

"Here, does this hurt?" Paul asked, moving his hands along Johnny's arms.

"No."

"And here?"

Johnny winced, as one of Paul's hands skimmed down his sides. Paul moved Johnny's jacket farther out of the way, pressing against the area again.

"Ahh. Ow, okay, yeah that hurts," Johnny grimaced, trying to flinch from Paul's touch. 

"Might be a broken rib," Paul replied.

"How the hell could you possibly know that?"

"Part of my job."

He continued to move his hands along Johnny's body, pressing spots that made Johnny wince.

"Well, besides the rib, I think you're only bruised, but I'd still rather we call paramedics."

"Can I just please try to sit up first instead?"

Johnny looked at Paul and tried to plead with him silently. 

"Okay, but carefully."

Johnny nodded. Paul put an arm around Johnny's shoulders, easing him up until he was sitting.

"How do you feel?" Paul asked.

"Okay?"

"Johnny."

"A little light headed."

"You probably have a concussion."

Johnny groaned. Paul kept his arm around his shoulders, shifted a bit to reach his other hand to the back of Johnny's head.