THE JOHNNIES

[frostythehitman]

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w0, monday

[frostythehitman]

[ welcome to our shared room, johnny! Bucky has already begun decorating the place, by which I mean he's draped a towel over a digital picture frame. Now, he is digging through his side of the closet to see what clothes he has on offer and just. sighs wearily. ]

...we should figure out who gets the bed and who gets the couch.

[littlejohnny]

You should get the bed! You're older and Big Johnny and I are used to crashing on the couch.

[ Looking at the critter who is sniffing around the floor. ] Isn't that right? [ Big Johnny is going to look over, but doesn't seem to agree or disagree. He's exploring! ]

[frostythehitman]

[ he has never felt older than in this moment. ] I can handle a couch fine too, you know.

Your....Big Johnny. He gets along okay with cats?

[littlejohnny]

[ he respects his elders! ]

We can always take turns.

[ looking at big johnny ] He gets along with other animals pretty well. It's people he's a little wary of.

[frostythehitman]

Okay, so he won't have a problem with Alpine. Will he have a problem with me?

w1, tuesday

[frostythehitman]

[ he is in their room, sighing forlornly as he gently caresses the picture frame on the wall. It is no longer covered up, but rather, displaying a younger Bucky in his early 20s with a blond man. ]

Oh, Steve, what I wouldn't give to be raising these children with you instead...

[littlejohnny]

[ help

he's carrying big johnny as he sees this ]

Should I come back later?

[frostythehitman]

[ looks over at him holding big johnny ]

You know, once upon a time, I could hold Steve like that too...

[littlejohnny]

[ looks at his son, while big johnny looks up at him. hmmm... ]

He must be really important to you. What's he like?

[ looking over at the photo ]

[frostythehitman]

[ the photo depicts a younger Bucky and a small, skinny, sickly blond man. Bucky has an arm draped around the other man's shoulder, and the other man is pressed into Bucky's side, a hand resting on Bucky's chest. They're both grinning, heads pressed together in clear joy. In the background, a busy city street. ]

He was my little punk. Not so little anymore, though. He's the best man I know, brave and righteous, and finally strong enough to back it up. I used to get him out of scrapes, now it's the other way around. But no matter what...we just slot into place with one another. He's my everything, the alpha to my omega.

w2, monday

[frostythehitman]

[ in their room, bucky suddenly looks up from his phone and just yells ]

What the hell do you mean, you're older than Nice?!

[littlejohnny]

[ that takes him by surprise ]

Uh... surprise?

[frostythehitman]

Why are you older?!

[littlejohnny]

Because I was born a few years before him.

[frostythehitman]

[ you know what. fair. ]

Okay, then why do you seem like his kid brother?

w3, friday

[frostythehitman]

[ shhhh i didn't almost forget to memshare you

even in the sanctity of our own room we are not safe from trapdoors! have a mem, sweet roomie ]

[littlejohnny]

[ ... he knows the feeling of being a mascot ]

How long ago was that?

[frostythehitman]

Uhh... [ give him a second to do the math ] ...about 85 years ago, I think?

Week 6, thursday

[littlejohnny]

[ Where is Bukbuk? Is he at the hopital or back at the lounge resting? ]

[frostythehitman]

[ let's say he's in the lounge. he's laid out flat on a couch while alpine loafs on his thighs, pretty much the only part of him not bandaged. ]

[littlejohnny]

[ he'll just kneel down next to couch ]

Do you need to heal longer?

[frostythehitman]

It's fine. I've had worse.

[littlejohnny]

[ he will drag you back to the healing tubes... ]

What happened?

w6, sunday

[frostythehitman]

[ just leaves two huge fuck-off bottles of whiskey on johnny's side of the room for him ]

[littlejohnny]

[ yay ]