<blockquote>“We were in People four months ago,” Johnny said. “You know - Stars, They’re Just Like Us.”
It had been a nice picture, too. A late August day, Johnny in a tight shirt and his favorite pair of jeans, sunglasses slipping down his nose. Peter had just swung in, his hair sweaty from the mask and his t-shirt wrinkled where he’d stuffed it in a bag. He was leaning in close to tell Johnny all about what he’d been hitting half an hour before. Their heads were bent together and they were wearing matching grins. Johnny’s arm was wrapped around Peter’s shoulders.
THEY STEAL EACH OTHER’S COFFEE! the caption in the corner gleefully informed, pointing out Peter’s hand creeping towards Johnny’s Starbucks. They looked happy and conspiratorial, like they were in on the world’s best secret. Johnny had kept it as his phone background for weeks.
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One year later: Johnny's reeling, Peter's weird, and the press has moved on.</blockquote>
➤ what a great fic about them being proper married despite their wedding (offscreen, well in the past) having been a sham
