Sunday musing-

✨ not canon for Dead Disco ✨

Sometimes I like to daydream and think about if Dead Disco had an alternate ending and one of them transferred to desk duty to help stabilize their relationship and everyone was happy and well:

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people here.” Your fingers trail across a pyramid of apples, plucking four from the top while giving the woman behind the table a small smile. Johnny fishes her payment out of his pocket, and trails behind you slowly, occasionally patting your hip affectionately.

“It’s a nice day darling, everyone’s out an’ about.” You nod absentmindedly, lips parted, taking stock of every fruit and vegetable on display at the farmer’s market, lingering by a stand with goat milk soap.

“Oooh.” Your eyes light on a big inhale. “Smell it.” Johnny’s fingers wrap around yours, and he shrugs.

“Get it if ye want.” The shower is already littered with your things, soaps, razors, scrubs, hair… stuff, he’s not sure, but he’d never deny you anything. You could fill the whole flat with soaps for all he cared. The breeze teases through your hair, a mischievous glitter in your eyes as you pocket the bar of lavender soap and make your way to the next table, as he hands over some money to the soap maker.

“Do you think he’ll make it home for Halloween?” You’re wistful, looking at a collection of wreaths, twine twisted together with a smattering of autumn colors. His lips roll to smother a smile.

“Not sure. I’m sure it willnae be much longer.” You lean into him, shoulder to chest, and his arm tightens around you instinctively. The sacrifices they’ve all made, you, himself, Simon, it’s all worth it for this. “Dinnae worry, darling. He’s jus’ fine.” You slump sadly.

“Let’s go home.”

Crossing the last block, jitters and excitement start to build in Johnny’s stomach, sliver of anxiety settling in the bottom, and he shoots a text off to let Simon know how close they are.

It doesn’t matter though, because he’s standing there on the sidewalk, freshly showered, grinning.

“Simon!” You screech, dropping your bags and taking off in a run, launching yourself into him, his arms coming around your waist, his lips on yours and then to your ear, murmuring something soft as he rubs your back.

Johnny closes the gap and settles in on the other side, his head on Simon’s shoulder, a kiss placed to his forehead. “Missed ye.”

“Missed you both.” Your eyes are wet, and they both manage to land a kiss on your cheeks. You rest your head on Simon’s chest, and reach for Johnny’s hand.

“All together again.” You breathe happily, content, and Johnny’s heart warms.

“Aye darling. All together again.”