johnnie guilbert & jake webber imagines

boys don't cry

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reader comforts johnnie, when he is crying.

female reader, fluff as fuck

the warm water, dripped down her soft, yet calloused hands, as she scrubbed at the white plate. "i fucking hate doing this shit." she complained, hating the feeling of the soggy pieces of food touching her bare skin. she couldn't wait to get back into her warm, fluffy sheets, and cuddle her boyfriend. after she had finished the dishes, she quickly fed her sphynx cat, angus, of whom johnnie was allergic to. he didn't mind though, not at all. as long as it made her happy. although angus clearly doesn't shed his fur, making his allergies quite alright, if you asked y/n.

"good boy." she mumbled, scratching the underneath of his chin. she stood up, her knees cracking, before she walked over to her and johnnies shared bedroom. her, now cold, hands pressed against the door handle, opening it quietly. upon walking into the room, she noticed it was pitch black, all that could be heard were light sobs. her heart melted, her hands shaking. "johnnie?" she called out into pure darkness. his heart dropped at her voice, wiping his smudged eye shadow.

y/n walked up to his side of the bed, switching on the small, antique lamp. "oh, baby." she frowned. he looked fucking shattered. his makeup was smudged over his face, his nose and cheeks red. she cupped his cheeks, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose, before wrapping her arms around him. he melted into her touch, his surprisingly cold hands pulled her on top of him.

he opened his mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out. "you don't have to tell me now, only when you're ready." y/n spoke softly, reassuring him. "you're not embarrassed?" johnnie questioned, afraid to make direct eye contact with her. "embarrassed of what, you? no. you're allowed to have feelings, johnnie. you shouldn't feel embarrassed, you're human." she answered, running her hands through his hair.

"but boys dont cry." he said, looking up at her. she smiled, "did you just quote the cure, johnnie?" he cracked a smile, making her heart explode. "no- yes- maybe." he laughed. "you're so silly." she giggled, straddling the raven-haired man. she twirled his hair around her pointer finger, admiring the man below her. she placed a kiss on his forehead, moving to his temple, then to his cheek, then to his nose, to his jawline, and finally, to his lips. "you're so handsome. my handsome boy."

"yeah?" he replied, tilting his head slightly to the side. "oh yeah. my favourite lady." she joked, he rolled his eyes sassily. "you are so a part of the sassy man apocalypse." she smiled, flicking his forehead. "ouch!" he shouted, catching the small girl off guard. "did that actually hurt?" y/n asked. "yes, a lot." he spoke sarcastically.

"awh, sorry. c'mere." she awed, grabbing his forehead and planting a fat kiss on it. "do i get kisses now?" he questioned. y/n hummed, "maybe, why were you upset?" johnnie looked up at her, his hands on her hips, rubbing up and down her waist. "i'm just- tired, you know? i feel as if i'm not doing enough." he admitted.

"johnnie, you're doing more than enough. for everyone. you've been working your fucking ass off, for weeks. you need a break sometimes, and that's okay. i love you, and i always will. and you'll always be enough for me." y/n reassured, holding his hands in hers. "fuck, you're so perfect. i love you" johnnie smiled, crimson spread across her cheekbones.

"now, let's do face masks!" she exclaimed, pulling him up by his hands and dragging him to the bathroom. he hated fa

ce masks, but he loved her. so it didn't really matter. y/n placed two clips in his hair, moving it out of the way. "not my forehead." he groaned, she rolled her eyes. "shut up." she groaned back, dragging out the up. she dipped her brush into the bright pink, peel off face mask, before dragging the cold cream across his skin. "shit, that's fucking cold."

"you're such a drama queen, oh my fuck." y/n commented, continuing to paint his face with the pink face mask. "it's actually cold, baby." he spoke, the pet name melting her heart. "you're shitting my dick, it's not even- oh!" she started, but was soon cut off to johnnie wiping the mask on her face. "ugh. johnnie. why would you do that? i'm gonna break out now. fuck."

"it's fine, you'll still look beautiful." he smiled, grabbing her face. she rolled her eyes, a smile still planted on her face. "yeah?" she mimicked his words from earlier.

"oh yeah, my pretty girl."