A playlist for two smart idiots who are in love, and will get their happy ending someday… and for the fandom that’s usually filled with angst, but believes in that future happiness.
I love angsty playlists as much as the next person, but sometimes you really need upbeat, happy music to listen to as you think about your ship. There’s not an overabundance of playlists like this for Johnlock–for obvious reasons–so I decided to make one. Songs are about either one or both of their POVs. All of it’s fairly upbeat, and a solid 85% of it is happy. (The rest is an homage to the end of s2 + s3.)
I hope it brings you as much joy as it brings me! Go forth, have fun listening to a beautiful story arc, picture these two running around solving cases while pining, think about how they’re so in love, and remember that eventually they’re going to be happy. :)
The fact that Bodhi is very clearly exhausted is evidenced by the fact that the sound of his phone ringing startles him so much that he falls off the couch he’s been lying on (just resting, he’s told himself, not sleeping or anything – never mind that he’s clearly fallen asleep). His unruly hair falls into his eyes and he pushes it back, blinking blearily as he looks for his phone. He spots it dancing on the coffee table to the sounds of Do You Think I’m Sexy, his boyfriend’s name and picture flashing on the screen. Barely half awake, he reaches for it and hits answer.
“Took you long enough,” comes Cassian’s voice before Bodhi can even say anything. “I was starting to think you were dead.”
“Dead to the world,” Bodhi yawns. He curls against the couch, folding one arm o the seat and resting his head against it. “What time is it there?”
“You’re not overworking yourself again, are you?” Cassian answers instead.
“’M not overworking,” Bodhi protests. Not technically. He’s just…working. After all, it’s summer break and not everyone’s lucky enough to be on a community service project in Brazil. The fingers of his free hand go into his hair, twirling the strands. He sighs softly. “If you were here I wouldn’t be overworking. What time is it there anyway?” he asks again.
“We’re in the same time zone.”
Bodhi yawns again, closing his eyes. “I’m sleepy, Cass, not stupid. We’re not in the same time zone. What is it, like…five there?”
“We’re in the same time zone, Bodhi.”
He frowns, making an annoyed sound. “If you’re going to be that way–”
“Open the door.”
“I don’t want to open the–” He pauses, frowning deeper. “What?”
The doorbell rings.
Bodhi sits up, turning to look at the door, then at the phone. His heart starts racing. “How did you…”
“Open the door, Bodhi.”
He stands, goes to the door. “I swear, Cassian, if I open the door and see you there…”
Bodhi can practically hear Cassian’s grin. He opens the door, and sure enough, there’s Cassian with a smug grin on his face, duffel bag in one hand and his phone in the other.
Bodhi hangs up, shakes his head. He doesn’t know what to make of this.
Cassian pouts. “What, not going to invite me in?”
“You’re a right arse, Cassian.”
“Yeah, but you love–”
Cassian doesn’t get to finish that, because Bodhi’s curling his fingers in his shirt and pulling him close and kissing him and making this very satisfied sound in the back of his throat and Cassian could not be more pleased with himself.