#So I'm not as nervous! But man. If. Bonnie is Blue. I will cry.

[arcadequeerz]

Oooohhhh I'm awake again, thinking about the fnaf movie,,,like-holy shit! It's REAL. FNAF MOVIE HAPPENING- WE HAVE A RELEASE DATE!....

Dawko & Ryan released a video on Goin to the set, n ouuugh I'm so excited,,,,,

[dumbbitchgalore]

Part 3: Old man!Price wants his birdie to fly away 🕊

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Part 4

There you were, sitting in a shady bar in the middle of a shady town, drinking a shady drink that tastes like straight up ethanol and leather.

Sighing softly you rest your forehead against the wooden table in front of you despite a strange stickness that lingered on the table. Periodically checking your phone, you only hoped for one man to reach out to you.

All you needed was an apology and a vow to make this right. You believed in John's words so much that you'll forgive his transgressions if he simply says 'I'm sorry', but you were beginning to lose hope.

As the past three hours went by since walking into John and skank fucking like two impotent fucks, and you were out here drinking your demise away. Sighing softly, you lift your head up and lean against the chair as you close you eyes to drown the inane conversations carrying on around you.

"Didn't think I'd see you here, Bonnie." You here a scottish accent gumbling behind you as you could practically hear the smirk smacked across his face.

You groan in annoyance and turn to face him. "Johnny, how can I help?" You plaster on the most pathetic fake smile as you usher him to take a seat.

Johnny obliges and sits opposite to you with a smug look on his face. You roll your eyes.

"Don't see the Captain with you, Bonnie."

You sigh heavily, rubbing your "First of all, don't call me Bonnie and second of all shut the fuck up."

He chuckles, sipping his beer. "First of all, Price isn't here and second of all I think Bonnie suits ya."

At this point your eyes might as well be stuck at the back of your head from the amount of times you've rolled them. Johnny can see the irritation written across your face. But then he notices the eyes.

Your beautiful eyes now red and swollen, blurry with tears. He frowns and extends his arm to hold your hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

"Bonnie...?" He whispers.

"Hm?" You croak out as you take a swig of your drink

His frown deepens even more, "Everything okay with the Captain?"

Without realisation, tears cascade down your cheeks, staining your shirt. You couldn't even get a syllabul out of your mouth before Johnny stood up and sat next to you, hugging you tight and running his fingers through your hair.

He lets you cry for what seems like for hours as he provides a silent comfort to you, keeping you warm and touching you tenderly to make sure you don't steer too far away from reality.

Leaning away from him, you haphazardly wipe your tears away and you let out a nervous chuckle, embarrased by our own sudden outburst.

Johnny simply smiles back softly brushing the hair out of your face and caressing your cheek.

"It's okay." He mumbles.

You look up at him and give him a small smile back, trying your best to mirror his own. You eyes dart across his face.

His eyes. John's eyes. There were a softer shade of blue compared to Price's, yet it filled you up with warmth as you fixated your eyes upon his. Too enamoured with the colour of his eyes, you were unable to register how close he was beginning to lean in. His breath fanned your face as you were trying to understand his motives.

Before you could ever react he presses his lips against yours, forcefully yet delicately. Hungrily and needily. Your breath hitches as your eyes widen. You simply stare at his closed eyes, not kissing him back. John pulls away, scanning your face for your reaction.

Leaning in you press your lips against his, this time making sure to kiss him back. You don't know what came over you, maybe it was the eyes, maybe it was his touches. But what you knew that you were kissing him with fevor. Moaning and tugging at his hair as you deepen the kiss only to pull away for a sliver of oxygen. You both pant as you rest your forehead aganist his.

"This is so wrong." You mutter, breathlessly,

"Is it, birdie?" He says, that stupid smug once again occupying his face.