Smut, I forgot about this in my drafts and rushed to finish it lol
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Proud was an understatement, your boyfriend’s band had gotten a gig, with Johnny thunders!
You two where backstage, not showtime just yet, you where on his lap kissing him and praising him
“I mean fuck, Duff, it’s Johnny thunders!!”
One of you and Duffs favourite artists, ever, and he was just walking around smoking right there!
He chuckled and ruffled your hair “yeah it’s pretty sick..” he trailed off, he was looking at you and thinking, deep in thought
“You okay baby?”
“Mhm, just nervous I guess” he mumbled, it wasn’t completely a lie
You kissed his cheek “don’t be, it’ll be amazing, you guys are always amazing” you smiled and got off his lap, he kissed you once more before going on stage, grabbing his glossy bass
What you weren’t expecting was someone to wrap their arm around you, let alone expect it to be Johnny! He laughed
“You’re pretty cute..why’re you backstage alone hmm?” He leaned in a bit closer, you flushed and pointed to Duff
“With him! He’s my boyfriend!” You earned a chuckle from him and he pulled his arm off
“Really? Lucky fucker..”
You flushed even more at his opening before he left, talking to some other girls backstage
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When Duff came back you waited for Johnny to leave
“Johnny was flirting with me I think” he looked down at you and chuckled
“Was it bad?” “Well I don’t think he knew..but I only like when you flirt with me!” You mumbled pressing into him as he wrapped his arms around you, later on you saw your pretty Duffy with Johnny, they looked over at you and snickered, that worried you, why would they do that? You went over and talked to popcorn trying to distract yourself before Duff came over after a few minutes, kissing your head he led you back over to where he was standing with Johnny, finishing the conversation
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But as soon as you guys made it to the dinghy motel you where in, cuddled into Duff, smiling as he started to kiss your neck and undress you, you went to say something before the door clicked open, you shot up and covered yourself, Duff didn’t do anything like he expected this
“Sup Johnny..” he continued to undress you “Duff why is—“ you where confused why was he here “we’re just….we’re gonna have some fun with you baby doll…” he murmured before standing up going to stand right back to Johnny, only leaving you in red lace panties, it was embarrassing, you looked down as they each started to undress, leather, denim, belts, it was all in a heap next to the bed, you squealed softly as Johnny took his scarf and tied your wrists together while Duff slinked behind you, you looked back at Duff, going to open your mouth and speak before johnny turned your head back towards him, making you gag on his fingers
“Be a good girl for us yeah?” It was Duff speaking
It all happened so fast, Duff was moving in and out, you’re soft bounces making you gag on Johnny, you where thinking that, at least it was gentle enough, you could still form thoughts for the most part, only for that to be thrown out of the window when Duff started to move faster, slapping your ass, he wanted to pull your hair so bad but Johnny was already doing that, holding onto your locks as he fucked you’re face, finally he came and made you swallow, you tried your hardest to catch your breath, it wasn’t easy with Duff still knocking you up, Johnny just watched while he got dressed, walking over he kissed you roughly while undoing the scarf on your wrists, leaving you and Duff alone
A/N: This is a sad one, so buckle up. The idea for this was for it to be based around the songs “Hell and You” and “Cocaine and Abel” by Amigo the Devil though I focused primarily on the latter. Instead of making this a traditional song fic, I instead used some of the lyrics as dialogue.
Warning: This story is focused on the topic of addiction. Please skip it if that will be upsetting or triggering for you.
“Johnny,” you said, nudging your boyfriend with your foot. “Johnny, wake up.”
“Mpfhh?”
“Come on,” you said, extending a hand to help him up. “The day’s already almost over.”
Johnny had been sleeping all day, recovering from another night out with “friends”.
He sighed tiredly as he opened his eyes and looked up at you standing over him.
“Johnny I can’t do this anymore,” you said with a sigh, running a hand through your hair as you helped him up off the floor.
This time he hadn’t even managed to stumble to the couch. He’d spent the night face down on the rug in the living room.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, already starting to get defensive as he stretched his back and adjusted his clothes. Sleeping on the floor hadn’t been the most comfortable choice.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly where this was going. He had noticed the looks you’d be giving him lately whenever the alcohol or the drugs were brought up. He saw the way you looked at him when he came home at night. He could tell you didn’t like what he was doing. He had seen this conversation coming for a while.
“You know what it means,” you said. You looked at the man in front of you and softened your tone. “I’m worried about you Johnny.”
“Babe, there’s nothing to be worried about,” he said, taking both of your hands in his, trying to reassure you. “I’m fine. Last night I went a bit too hard, but I’ve got it under control.”
You gazed down sorrowfully at his hands. You had been expecting him to say that.
“If you could see what I see, you wouldn’t be saying that,” you said sadly.
Johnny scoffed and pulled his hands away with yours. He was done having this conversation. You didn’t understand and he wasn’t going to explain it to you. His head hurt and he needed a beer.
“It’s just a bit of fun (Y/N),” he said. “You need to relax.”
“You’re going to kill yourself if this keeps going on,” you said, voice becoming stronger as you got more upset. Why wasn’t he understanding how bad this had all gotten?
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, dismissing you entirely and taking a step towards the kitchen
Tears of frustration began to well up in your eyes and you grabbed his arm to bring his attention back to you.
“Johnny, you have a problem,” you said. “I’m not saying this to upset you. I’m saying this because I love you.” You spoke earnestly trying to get him to understand.
“If you really loved me you would just let it go already!” he said, raising his voice and shrugging your hand off him.
“That’s not fair and you know it!” you yelled back, angry that he wouldn’t even think to insinuate you didn’t love him. Not after everything he was putting you through. “How dare you say I don’t love you?” you asked. “I’d rot in hell with you if you asked me to! I’d to anything for you and you know that better than anyone. You couldn’t name a single place I wouldn’t go with you, but you can’t so this one thing for me.”
Johnny surprised himself and you by staying to listen to your anger-fueled rant. He looked to floor as you spoke, refusing to meet your eyes.
Deep down, Johnny knew you were right, but he couldn’t face that yet. He didn’t want to face it yet. He wanted to stay there, in the dark comfort of all the pills and the drugs and the booze. He wanted to keep following the shadows even though he damn well knew that behind him was the light. He felt his chest get tight with emotion.
“I can’t,” Johnny said. “(Y/N), I-”
“Excuses will only do good if you’re waiting around to die Johnny,” you said bitterly, interrupting what excuses you knew were coming.
“I can’t do it (Y/N)!” he cried, voice cracking.
Everything was escalating. Neither of you had a grasp on it anymore.
“You can! Just have a little faith in yourself,” you pleaded.
“I’ve tried having faith!” he shouted back. “What is there to even have faith in, huh? You’ve said it yourself; I’m messed up.”
Tears fell down his face and you wanted more than anything to rush forward and take him in your arms, to hold him and whisper that things would be okay, but you stayed where you stood.
“I never said that,” you responded quietly.
“I can’t do it,” he whispered. “So please don’t ask me to.”
“You haven’t even tried,” you whispered, voice so low you don’t think Johnny even heard you.
“Fuck you,” he spat back, angered by that accusation. Of course he had tried. He realized that he was an addict. He realized it was too late to just stop. “You don’t know how hard this is.”
“Don’t I?” you argued back. “I’m the one who has to watch you fading away. I’m the one who has the see the love of my life slowly killing himself.”
You leaned back against the wall behind you and slid down to the ground, where you sat crying.
You were too emotional now to carry on with the conversation if this nasty fight could even be called that. This wasn’t how you wanted this conversation to go. You had wanted to make him believe he was better off without all the drugs, not make him upset. Perhaps you had gone about it all wrong, you wondered. Maybe it would have been better to let Johnny figure out that he had a problem in his own time. You were being too selfish with the whole thing, focusing on how this affected you more than him.
Meanwhile, Johnny was in his own head as well. He knew what he was doing was hurting you. It didn’t take an expert to see that. He didn’t want to hurt you, he just didn’t know how to make things better. He hated that you were crying, and he hated that it was his fault. This was all his fault.
“(Y/N)?” he asked smally, sitting down on the floor next you. His thigh pressed against yours, but besides that he made no move to touch you. He wasn’t sure if you wanted him to.
To Johnny’s relief, you immediately buried yourself into his side. His heart swelled at the idea that you might still love him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and you pressed your face into his neck. He could feel your tears against his skin. He hadn’t held you in so long.
“I’m sorry too,” you said, wiping your eyes and pulling away from him. “I’m not trying to turn away from you. I love you Johnny and I’m on your side. I’ll always be on your side.”
“I’m not proud of all the choices I’ve made for a lot of my life,” Johnny said, hugging you closer. “I’ve made you feel like hell.”
“I don’t want to make this about me,” you said, looking up at his face. “I’m sorry I haven’t been thinking about how hard this is for you too.”
He shook his head. “No, I need to stop being cruel to you just because I’m a coward myself.”
“That’s not true,” you said. “You’re not a coward.”
“But I’m scared,” he admitted.
“I am too,” you said, “but you don’t have to do this alone. I’m always going to be here for you.”
You needed to support him, you knew. He was the one in control of his actions ultimately, but maybe with you standing by his side, he’d have the courage to change. He’d be able to get away from all the drugs and he would be alright. He’d be back to the Johnny you knew and loved, the Johnny without the drugs. And maybe he’d come out of this all the better, stronger. You had to have hope. Yes, you would have enough hope for both him and you.
“We can do this,” you said, not sure if you speaking to him or yourself.
Johnny showing you affection in very subtle, quiet ways; squeezing your hand under the table, light touches on your shoulders and hips, quick forehead and nose kisses, and long, warm, very tight hugs when it’s just the two of you. He’s a very shy, standoffish guy, so he’s not one for big dramatic displays of affection, but he really loves you and really tries to show that to you whenever he possibly can.
Johnny leaving you little gifts in places where you’d least expect it. Chocolates under your pillow, notes taped to the bathroom mirror, little stuffed animals tucked in your dresser drawers, etc. He likes the way your eyes light up and your smile brightens when you find the gifts, so he does it at least a few times a week.
Dates are pretty rare, because he doesn’t like going out and being around people in loud places, but you often have quiet, romantic nights in at home, watching TV together and eating pizza or takeout or whatever meal you’ve cooked up. He’d much rather spend time alone with you than go to a fancy restaurant, and the nights usually end with passionate love-making and a warm bath or shower.
When he does go on dates with you, he tries to make it special; maybe not 5-star restaurants or anything like that, but places that you both like that have great music and food. Although Johnny is usually pretty casual, he makes an effort to pull out your chair, compliment your dress, and alway pay for the food, and although he’s a bit awkward with it, his eagerness to show off his manners is very sweet. He just wants you to have a good time, and for you to feel appreciated.
Him making an effort to smoke a little less, not only because you’ve asked him to out of fear for his health, but also because he’s been secretly worried that you won’t want to kiss him on the lips as much if his breath smells like cigarettes.
Johnny getting jealous when other guys flirt with you, and going out of his way to kiss you and show you off and make it clear to them that you’re his, not theirs.
You accompanying him to his gigs, and either standing on the side of the stage or sitting in the front row. He keeps his eyes on you during the entire show, and seeing you there cheering him on encourages him to play better and to focus more on the music. You also attend all of his band practices for the same reasons. Luckily, the rest of the band actually likes you, so it’s not a Yoko Ono situation or anything.
When the two of you are alone, he’s a lot more affectionate than he is in public. He’s always got an arm around you and he’s always kissing your knuckle or your cheek or your forehead. If the two of you are watching TV, you’re cuddling while you do it, or at least sitting next to each other with his arm around you. He’s much more comfortable when it’s just him and you, so he’s a lot less shy and awkward.
Johnny may not like dates, but he loves going on little adventures with you. Stuff like exploring abandoned buildings and graffitiing walls and going to ice cream stores and little soda shops and walking through parks at night and going into random stores and businesses just to look at stuff(and maybe shoplift a couple of things). Things that he can look back on much later on in life and smile about.
Johnny loves to play music for you. He’ll come up with little songs to play on his guitar for you, and he’ll sing to you as he plays them. He’s made more than a few love songs for you, and he’s also learned some of his and your favorite songs just for him to serenade you with. It’s one of his favorite ways to show affection to you.
Johnny can write a hell of a good love note; he writes them in his messy scrawl in colored ink on whatever scrap of paper he can find, and he always signs them with, “your biggest fan, Johnny”, just to be funny. He doesn’t like handing these letters to you directly; instead, he hides them like he does the gifts, taped to the back of cupboard doors or hidden under your pillow. Sometimes, when he has to leave early in the morning and you’re still asleep, he’ll slip it into your hand.
Johnny often has to leave super early in the morning, for rehearsals or shows or other things like that. You’re usually still asleep when he has to leave, so, although he hates it, he can’t say goodbye to you when he leaves. He usually slips a note into your hand, kisses your forehead, and says goodbye or that he loves you, even though you obviously can’t hear him.
Sometimes, Johnny wakes up extra early to make you breakfast. He’s not a super great cook, and he sometimes burns the toast, but he’s trying his best and that’s all that matters. If he’s feeling sappy enough, he’ll make the pancakes and the toast heart-shaped and use chocolate chips or something like that. He can’t bring himself to wake you up, cuz you look so peaceful when you’re asleep, so he leaves it on the table with a note. You always make sure to thank him properly when he gets home, of course.
Okay, we’ve gone over some of the cute couple shit, now let’s get into the good stuff that we all came for: the sex.
Johnny’s pretty fucking great in bed, as lowkey and quiet as he usually is. This boy always makes sure that it feels good for you and that you actually finish, which isn’t always the case for some guys.
He usually opts for the slow, sensual, passionate, romantic sex. The lights are off, the curtains are open so you can see the city lights outside his apartment, and it’s just the two of you praising each other and showing your love and appreciation for each other. It’s really nice, actually.
Johnny always cuddles after sex. No exceptions. If the two of you need to get up and go take a bath or shower, he’ll do it, but then it’s straight to cuddling. The body heat makes him sleepy, and it’s very comfortable.
Sex is probably the time when Johnny really becomes vulnerable and let’s you know how he really feels about you and how much he really does love and treasures you. He speaks softly, like he’s afraid someone will overhear, but he just absolutely showers you with praise and affection and tells you how amazing he thinks you are and how he can’t imagine a life without you. It’s sappy as hell, and sometimes he’s kinda cheesy, but he’s being sincere, and it’s incredibly sweet.
Sometimes, the sex gets a bit rougher if he’s in a bad mood or has a lot of pent up energy, but it never gets to the point where you get hurt or where he’s insulting you or any of that. He’s pretty sexy when he’s like that, though.
The only exception to the “always cuddle after sex” rule is when the two of you have quickies. He prefers to have them when you’re in a skirt and a button-up shirt and heels, because he can just pull the skirt up and unbutton the shirt and fuck you in the heels(he finds it sexy.)
If the two of you ever decide to get married, the proposal and the wedding will both be very lowkey and casual, nothing over-the-top, but it’ll still be the best and most important moments of his life, and he’ll mean every word he says.
Basically, your relationship is laidback and quiet, but still passionate and romantic, and you’re his entire world, even if he can’t always show it.
Author’s note: Let me know if this got too sappy or serious lol. I feel like it definitely did...
You never saw it coming.
The day had been perfect. You and Johnny, your boyfriend of almost eight months, had spent the whole day together. You went out for lunch at a cute little diner, then went and took a walk through Central Park. The two of you took your time strolling through the park, soaking in the nice weather. On your way back to your apartment, you had picked up some dinner to eat while watching a movie that evening.
The whole day had been spent with the man of your dreams. He was everything you could have wanted in a partner. He was kind, and witty, and loyal. He opened doors for you and held your hand anytime he could. He laughed at your jokes and amused you with his own. He made time for you in his busy life as a musician and made you feel loved. You loved him and it was clear that he loved you just as much.
Or at least you thought he did.
When the two of you had gotten home, Johnny began to act a bit strangely. Well, strange for him. Even after eight months of being with you, Johnny sometimes still got shy and nervous around you, a fact that you found absolutely adorable. But this night, Johnny was acting more nervous than usual. You had chalked it up to being tired or stressed. He had been in the studio earlier this week working on some new material. Maybe that’s what was getting to him.
“Um (Y/N),” Johnny said, interrupting the movie.
You paused the movie and looked up at him, sitting up a little straighter.
“What’s up babe?” you asked. He seemed awful serious all of the sudden.
“Um, well, this is kind of hard to say but I think that maybe- well, I think maybe we should split up,” he said, fumbling over his words.
You stared at him waiting for him to get to the punch line of whatever joke he was playing.
Unfortunately, there was none.
He sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I just think it’s for the best.”
“What? Why?” You had so many questions. You needed to talk to him about this.
“I should just leave,” he said, getting up from the couch and hurriedly making his way to the door.
“No, stop,” you said, following after him. “What do you mean we should split up? What happened?”
“(Y/N) please,” he said, eyes looking glassy as he turned around to look at you again. “Please don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” His words came out hoarse, like he was trying to hold back tears.
What the hell could he be getting choked up about? You were the one in the middle of getting dumped.
“I just- I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” you said a bit incredulously. “Just give me a fucking reason, Johnny!”
Despite your tone, you weren’t mad at Johnny. You were just hurt. This felt like it was coming from nowhere and you were completely lost as to why this was happening. People don’t just break up with people for no reason.
“I just don’t see it working out,” he mumbled with his head low, unable to meet your eyes.
“So, we’re really done?” you asked. Your voice was hushed now, barely above a whisper. The tears that had been forming in your eyes finally began to fall down your face.
Johnny couldn’t even agree out loud. He simply nodded his head.
Not wanting him to see you cry, you turned away from him.
“Just go,” you said, wanting the exact opposite.
You wanted him to envelope you in his arms and take it all back. You wanted him to pepper your face with kisses and apologize for everything he had just said. You wanted him to stay.
But he didn’t do any of that. Instead, he did as you said and made his way out through the apartment door, shutting it behind without a glance back at you or word spoken.
You fell to the floor the second the door closed, crying. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. How could you have been so stupid to think that Johnny really loved you? Clearly, you had meant nothing to him. Had you really meant nothing to him? If you had, he wouldn’t have left you, right? What were you going to do now?
You sobbed into your hands as a million questions raced through your head.
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As it turned out, getting over Johnny was proving to be quite difficult. The first few days after the breakup were, of course, the worst. You had spent the majority of your time laying in bed with a box of tissues and eating takeout. As much as you had wanted to stop thinking about him, everything reminded you of Johnny and brought you to tears. Even when you slept, he was on your mind, filling your restless sleep with dreams of him.
Your friends were quick to pull you out of this depressive slump though. The second after you had called them and told them the news they had rushed over to your place with a bottle of booze and a trash bag to get rid of anything Johnny had left at your apartment. You stayed up for hours talking about what happened between you and him while your friends listened and tried their best to console you. They were pissed at Johnny in a way that you weren’t. Where they were more focused on him breaking your heart, you were still stuck on why. Johnny had never told you why he was ending things with you and you couldn’t stop wondering what had happened. Part of you believed that perhaps you were to blame, that you had done something to go and mess your relationship up.
For the next couple of weeks, you tried your best to move on. It was hard though. Your apartment was filled with memories of your time spent with Johnny and you were constantly reminded of him. As much as you would have liked to be angry and bitter with Johnny like your friends were, you just couldn’t feel that way towards a man who you’d loved so dearly.
It was nearly a month after the breakup that your friends finally convinced you to go out with them and have some fun.
“C’mon (Y/N), it’ll be fun,” your friend whined. “It’s been so long since you’ve gone out.”
So, you relented. It had been awhile since you’d gone out to do anything fun. Mainly your days had consisted of working, eating, and sleeping. It would be nice to get out for a change.
Your friends practically cheered when you agreed to go with them and dragged you straight to your closet to find something “more acceptable” to wear. Apparently, sweatpants and a t shirt weren’t appropriate party attire.
Once you had finished getting ready and were looking “fucking hot (Y/N), you’re going to have to ward off all the boys”, you and your friends were headed out the door and on your way to the party.
You weren’t sure whose place you were at, but you recognized a good amount of people as you took in the scene. It was dimly lit, full of people, and the music was so loud the walls were almost shaking. No doubt the cops would show up later due to a noise complaint. People were mostly lingering around, sipping a drink, and talking with the people around them.
Your eyes traveled around the room as you and your friends approached some people you knew. It was then that you spotted him. Sitting on the couch, sandwiched between to other guys, was Johnny.
One of your friends followed your gaze and spotted him as well.
“I am so sorry, (Y/N),” they said. “I didn’t know he was going to be here. We can get out of here, go home, have our own fun.”
You smiled sadly and looked away from your ex-lover and back to your friend. “It’s alright, I was bound to run into him eventually.” It was true, you and Johnny ran with the same crowd. You knew one day you’d have to face him again. “Let’s just stay. We were so excited for tonight.”
“Are you sure?” your friend asked, skeptical.
You nodded. You were done being miserable, you decided. Yeah, Johnny had broken your heart, but you needed to let that go. Tonight, you were going to have fun and forget all about the boy seated just across the room.
That was how you found yourself in the upstairs hallway, flirting with a boy you’d never met. He was cute with dark hair and dark eyes. He smelled like booze and was slightly swaying on his feet, but you weren’t too concerned about that. You had no intention of doing anything more than flirting with the young guy. Maybe you’d let him steal a drunken kiss or two, but he was mainly a distraction from Johnny who had surely spotted your presence at the party by now.
“Fuck,” the mystery boy slurred, “you’re so hot,” he commented before almost crashing into you. You caught his staggering body with your hands around his waist and moved your face to the side to avoid his attempt at kissing you.
“And you’re drunk,” you said, laughing slightly. “You need to go lay down somewhere.”
The boy nodded, his head slumped against your shoulder. You decided you’d help him into the bedroom down the hall before leaving. The party had kind of sucked anyways.
After helping the boy into the bedroom, you reentered the hallway.
“Hey,” a familiar voice sounded as you stepped out of the room.
You looked up. It was Johnny.
You forced yourself to ignore the flutter of your heart and greeted him coldly.
“Hey.”
Johnny looked nervous. His eyes darted around the hall, unable to stay trained on you for more than two seconds at a time. He fumbled with his hands as he stood there, putting them in and out of his pockets several times as if trying to figure out what to do with them.
“What do you want?” you finally asked, his silence bothering you.
He shrugged. “I just wanted to ask how you were doing is all,” he said.
You scoffed and Johnny looked surprised.
“You dumped me with no warning and no reason and now you’re gonna ask me how I’m doing?” you asked. “Go fuck yourself, Johnny.”
It seemed the anger your friends held for Johnny finally caught up to you. Johnny’s eyes were wide. He clearly had not expected that reaction from you. Part of you was happy to have caught him off guard. Again though, Johnny didn’t say anything. He just kept on staring at you.
“How do you think I’m doing Johnny?” you asked, continuing on with your rant when it became clear Johnny was not going to respond. “I’m doing awful, thanks for asking,” you said with fake cheer.
You stormed past him, ready to leave him and this awful party behind you. He reached out and caught your wrist as you walked past, stopping you from leaving.
“Let go of me,” you said through gritted teeth. He was really pissing you off now.
“Wait,” he said. “I never meant to hurt you (Y/N).
“Well, you did,” you snapped. As much as you wanted to pretend you were fine and over him, you weren’t.
Johnny sighed and let go of your wrist, shoulders slumping. “That really wasn’t my intention.”
“It wasn’t?” you asked. “Then what was your intention, huh? To make me look like an idiot? To make me feel like a goddamn fool?”
“No,” Johnny said, shaking his head earnestly. The look in his eyes reminded you of the day he had broken up with you. He was upset. He looked hurt.
“Then what?” you snapped, hands on your hips.
“I thought you’d be better off without me!” he said, nearly shouting to get his point across. “I thought you’d be better off without me, okay?”
That shut you up.
“Why would you think that?” you asked, tone considerably softer than before. You were baffled. You had no idea that Johnny had felt that way.
Johnny looked tense and he pulled at his hair in frustration before answering you.
“Because- because look at you and look at me!”
“I don’t understand-”
“(Y/N), you’re literally perfect!” he exclaimed. “You’re -you’re so good and kind and beautiful and smart and I’m- I’m not. I’m awful. I’m just some loser junkie trying to make it big. You deserve so much more. I thought I was doing you a favor. I thought you’d be happier without me.”
Johnny’s words brought tears to your eyes.
“Look,” he said, gesturing at you. “Now I’m making you cry. Again. God, (Y/N), you deserved more than me. I knew I was bringing you down and did what I thought was best. I never meant to hurt you, I swear.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, voice watery.
“You wouldn’t have let me go,” he said, looking guilty and just as upset as you.
“You’re right,” you said, nodding and trying to pull yourself back together to talk with him. “I wouldn’t have let you go. I wouldn’t have let you go because you are so wrong Johnny.”
You took his hands into yours as you went on. “Johnny, I’m not perfect, okay? I get tired and mean, I’m an awful cook, and I am definitely not as smart as you think I am. The list goes on.”
“But none of that matters to me,” Johnny said. “To me, you’re perfect.”
“That’s what I’m trying to get at,” you said. “Johnny, I love you for you. I love every part of you, flaws included. The only part of you that I don’t like is that you’re not mine anymore.”
“So, what are you saying?” he asked, looking down at your interlocked fingers, afraid of getting his hopes up.
“I’m saying I want you back in my life.”
“But-”
“Johnny, I want you in my life,” you said, silencing his argument. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said, now looking deep into your eyes.
“Then trust me,” you pleaded. “I’m a better person with you by my side.”
Johnny hesitated a moment before eventually nodding and you threw your arms around his neck in joy. You pressed a loving kiss to his lips, trying your hardest to prove to him how much you loved him.
“Come home with me,” you said, arms still wrapped around him.
“Okay,” he agreed, the ghost of a smile on his face.
You kept standing there, holding him, overcome with joy at just the feeling of having him back in your arms.
“You have to let go of me first?” he joked, now fully smiling due to your affection.
“Promise me you won’t leave again,” you said, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“I promise,” he said, leaning in to capture your lips in another kiss which you happily returned. “I promise.”
