Just Friends | Lennstarr [✔️]

SPECIAL CHAPTER

Written by HearTheBullet  like holy shit this is so fluffy and perfect and ughhh

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Currently John was watching a Jamaican crab and his sea creature posse attempting to get their ex-mermaid pal some lip action - and trying desperately to remember why he'd agreed to a Disney marathon.

He was reminded of his exact reasoning when the warm weight pressed into his side tried to burrow impossibly closer, snuggling beneath the orange blanket they had draped across them. Ringo let out a little huff of laughter as Ariel and Eric capsized their boat, eyes fixated on the screen like this wasn't his 37th viewing of the film, and John felt a dozy, adoring smile grace his lips without consulting his brain. This was the reason he was currently being subjected to 'The Little Mermaid' on a Saturday evening - his little blue eyed, floppy haired, Disney loving best friend.

Ringo seemed to sense John's affectionate gaze and twisted to face him, blinking his large, sapphire eyes owlishly.

"What's up? Why're you looking at me like that? D'you not like the film?"

"No, no, it's... Good," John was lying through his teeth - it really wasn't his cup of tea - but it was worth it for the visible relief on Ringo's face, "I was just wondering how many times you've actually seen it."

Ritchie looked as though he'd acquired vicious sunburn in about 3 seconds flat, and John couldn't help but think he'd been optimistic with his earlier guess of 37. His friend had clearly seen this film more times than any respectable human being should have, if the hue of cheeks was anything to go by.

"I don't want to know do I?"

John's smirk was affectionate, and Ringo shook his head with an embarrassed giggle that was so adorable John could barely cope.

"It's one of my favourites. We even had a ginger tom named Sebastian."

The guitarist raised an incredulous eyebrow, "Seriously?"

Ringo nodded, before turning his attention back to the film and curling up against his larger friend, "Mmm, you're nice and comfy Johnny. Now shush, this bit's dramatic."

John wasn't entirely sure he agreed, so he did as he was told and kept his mouth shut - at least until the wedding, at which point he proceeded to ruin Ritchie's childhood by pointing out the priest had a boner - but other than that, he was quite well behaved.

"I'll never be able to watch it the same way now, I can't un-see it," Ringo lamented in a childish whine as the credits rolled, covering his eyes as he tried to erase the image from his brain, and half heartedly swatting at John, "You're so dirty."

John grinned, "Nope. Disney's dirty. I just read about this shit on the Internet."

Ringo pouted exaggeratedly, making full use of his big, sad eyes and full lips and unknowingly making his closest friend's heart skip a beat, "You're trying to ruin my innocence Johnny."

John mentally squashed the filthy thoughts that immediately sprung forth, beating them back into the recesses of his teenaged mind with a healthy dose of 'this-is-your-best-fucking-friend-not-some-leg-you-want-to-hump-you-horny-dog' and other such mantras he was oddly familiar with.

"Nah Ritch, just preparing you for the outside world - trust me, it's a filth-fest out there. Erect priests on every street corner."

Ringo let out a startled snort of laughter that set John off as well, leaving them both in fits of giggles and clinging to each other on the sofa. The smaller boy somehow ended up strewn across John's legs, and as John looked down at his still smirking friend, he couldn't help but card a hand through the mess of soft brown hair in his lap. Ringo gave a warm smile, speaking quietly.

"I'm not sure I like the sound of hordes of horny clergymen. Maybe we should just stay here? Hide from the big bad world under my blankie?"

He held up the bright orange blanket hopefully, only half-joking, and John could barely fathom how scary the world must be to someone as sweet and kind and goddamn innocent as his Ringo. He instinctively pulled the smaller boy into an all-encompassing hug.

"Course we can Rings, we'll stay here and watch Disney films and hide under blankie eating popcorn and sweets and chocolate until we explode, okay?"

He felt Ringo smile into his shoulder before he pulled back to stare into John's unusually warm brown eyes, "Okay Johnny."

"Good, now what's next on the agenda?"

Ringo grinned at the change of topic, giving John another quick cuddle before hopping off the sofa in a flurry of excited limbs, "I was thinking 'Mary Poppins' next? I mean, who doesn't love Dick Van Dyke murdering a cockney accent for two hours?"

John couldn't help but chuckle at Ringo's enthusiasm as he settled back into the sofa cushions, "Sounds fab."

And with Ringo snuggled into his arms, giggling sleepily at Bert's attempts to out dance a group of cartoon penguins - John had to admit it really was.

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SO FLUFFY GAH

I FEEL SO HONORED THAT SOMEBODY WROTE THIS FOR THIS FIC LIKE WHAT??