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bonnefoisTitle: I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
Series: Marvel
Character/Pairing: Johnny/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 733
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comment_fic: any/any, play it again. so, traincat & I have this shared headcanon that Peter is a huge Taylor Swift fan. I think it started when there was plans of turning Taylor Swift songs into cute Johnny/Peter Aus, something like that. Title is from "Long Live" by Taylor Swift (which is what they're listening to.) Obviously it's Ammy's.
It sneaks up on him. Here he is, driving in the Spidermobile (which is fabulous now–you're welcome) and he's not even paying attention and then he realizes that he's singing along to Taylor Swift. The same, I'd-do-her-but-not-listen-to-her artist he's been ragging on Peter ever since he gacked his mp3 player.
They stop at the light and Pete gives him this look.
"You're singing along."
"I sing along to a lot of things," Johnny says. "I sang along to 'I Kissed A Girl', and that doesn't make me a lesbian."
"You're a fan of Katy Perry."
"I'm a fan of Katy Perry's boobs. There's a difference."
Eyebrow raise. "So if I were to check your mp3 player, there wouldn't be Teenage Dream, or Firework, or Waking Up In Vegas?"
"Waking Up In Vegas is our theme, man," Johnny said. "One song doesn't doom my playlist. Besides, this is about you. You know how I know you're gay? You listen to Coldplay."
"For the last time, The Scientist is one of the best songs of the decade!" Peter said. "Besides. You know how I know you're gay? You hook up with guys."
"I'm an open opportunity guy," Johnny says. "I can't help but rocking people's world's, be these Earth, or Omicron Persei 8."
Peter was rolling his eyes, but laughing too, because he can always get Pete to laugh. A nudge, a wink, a dirty joke. Yeah, sometimes he has to work for it, but nobody's needed a laugh more than Peter, and he's glad for this skill.
"Wait, wait, my song is on," Peter says. He turns it up and Johnny groans. And yet Johnny has to admit that this one has a great rise to it. It sort of feels like driving fast with him on summer days, like the rush he gets when it's flame on and they're fighting crime together.
Then they're both singing along at the top of their lungs, not particularly caring who is listening, or if it gets in the tabloids this just in, Johnny Storm and Unidentified newsboy sing teenybopper Country pop really badly
And when it's over, he reaches right back over and turns it over again so its on repeat.
"Not a fan, huh," Peter says.
"It grows on you," he grudgingly admits.
"Does this mean you'll go to her concert with me?" Peter says, teasingly.
"Oh dude, that's pushing it. Then again, I could spend the whole time picturing her naked...."
"Jeez, I can't take you anywhere!"
"No, babe, you can take me anywhere. I'd totally rock your world," Johnny teases and Peter is again laughing and rolling his eyes at the same time, because that's how he rolls.
"If I wreck this car because of your bad pick-up lines, you're paying for it."
"Then we'd call a pickup for the pickup because of my pickup–"
"Gahh, you'll make the world implode at this rate," Peter says.
"Yeah, with hotness."
"Try more with horrible puns," Peter says.
"Yeah, love you too," Johnny says while Taylor sings. "Think we can invite her sing at our wedding? Maybe even invite her back for the honeymoon for some action..."
"You wouldn't dare–"
"Hypothetically, hypothetically, man–"
"And you'd be hypothetically sleeping on the couch—"
"Is it an awesome couch?" Johnny asks. They're speeding past buildings now, barely noticing the cars that passed them. Not a villain in sight, but most of their dates got crashed anyways.
"It's a loveseat," Peter says.
"Is it mauve?"
"Actually, it's puce, but that's beside the point."
"You know how I know you're gay?" Johnny says. "Last night. Awesomely gay. So about that threesome with Taylor Swift..."
"Not happening," Peter says.
"What about Katy Perry?"
"Loveseat, Johnny. Loveseat."
"Yeah, love you too," Johnny says.
They stop at the lights and Johnny cuts him off with a kiss before he can have any retort to that. Then he puts the song on repeat again.
Series: Marvel
Character/Pairing: Johnny/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 733
Author's note:
comment_fic: any/any, play it again. so, traincat & I have this shared headcanon that Peter is a huge Taylor Swift fan. I think it started when there was plans of turning Taylor Swift songs into cute Johnny/Peter Aus, something like that. Title is from "Long Live" by Taylor Swift (which is what they're listening to.) Obviously it's Ammy's. It sneaks up on him. Here he is, driving in the Spidermobile (which is fabulous now–you're welcome) and he's not even paying attention and then he realizes that he's singing along to Taylor Swift. The same, I'd-do-her-but-not-listen-to-her artist he's been ragging on Peter ever since he gacked his mp3 player.
They stop at the light and Pete gives him this look.
"You're singing along."
"I sing along to a lot of things," Johnny says. "I sang along to 'I Kissed A Girl', and that doesn't make me a lesbian."
"You're a fan of Katy Perry."
"I'm a fan of Katy Perry's boobs. There's a difference."
Eyebrow raise. "So if I were to check your mp3 player, there wouldn't be Teenage Dream, or Firework, or Waking Up In Vegas?"
"Waking Up In Vegas is our theme, man," Johnny said. "One song doesn't doom my playlist. Besides, this is about you. You know how I know you're gay? You listen to Coldplay."
"For the last time, The Scientist is one of the best songs of the decade!" Peter said. "Besides. You know how I know you're gay? You hook up with guys."
"I'm an open opportunity guy," Johnny says. "I can't help but rocking people's world's, be these Earth, or Omicron Persei 8."
Peter was rolling his eyes, but laughing too, because he can always get Pete to laugh. A nudge, a wink, a dirty joke. Yeah, sometimes he has to work for it, but nobody's needed a laugh more than Peter, and he's glad for this skill.
"Wait, wait, my song is on," Peter says. He turns it up and Johnny groans. And yet Johnny has to admit that this one has a great rise to it. It sort of feels like driving fast with him on summer days, like the rush he gets when it's flame on and they're fighting crime together.
Then they're both singing along at the top of their lungs, not particularly caring who is listening, or if it gets in the tabloids this just in, Johnny Storm and Unidentified newsboy sing teenybopper Country pop really badly
And when it's over, he reaches right back over and turns it over again so its on repeat.
"Not a fan, huh," Peter says.
"It grows on you," he grudgingly admits.
"Does this mean you'll go to her concert with me?" Peter says, teasingly.
"Oh dude, that's pushing it. Then again, I could spend the whole time picturing her naked...."
"Jeez, I can't take you anywhere!"
"No, babe, you can take me anywhere. I'd totally rock your world," Johnny teases and Peter is again laughing and rolling his eyes at the same time, because that's how he rolls.
"If I wreck this car because of your bad pick-up lines, you're paying for it."
"Then we'd call a pickup for the pickup because of my pickup–"
"Gahh, you'll make the world implode at this rate," Peter says.
"Yeah, with hotness."
"Try more with horrible puns," Peter says.
"Yeah, love you too," Johnny says while Taylor sings. "Think we can invite her sing at our wedding? Maybe even invite her back for the honeymoon for some action..."
"You wouldn't dare–"
"Hypothetically, hypothetically, man–"
"And you'd be hypothetically sleeping on the couch—"
"Is it an awesome couch?" Johnny asks. They're speeding past buildings now, barely noticing the cars that passed them. Not a villain in sight, but most of their dates got crashed anyways.
"It's a loveseat," Peter says.
"Is it mauve?"
"Actually, it's puce, but that's beside the point."
"You know how I know you're gay?" Johnny says. "Last night. Awesomely gay. So about that threesome with Taylor Swift..."
"Not happening," Peter says.
"What about Katy Perry?"
"Loveseat, Johnny. Loveseat."
"Yeah, love you too," Johnny says.
They stop at the lights and Johnny cuts him off with a kiss before he can have any retort to that. Then he puts the song on repeat again.
