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Ways Johnny Simpson is Warm

His Smile

When Johnny enters the bar you own, he is talking with Davy. However, when he sees you, he immediately smiles. His smile is warm. It makes your chest feel warm as your heart beats faster. Your face feels warm too, as you can’t help but blush as he half-runs half-walks over to hug you as a greeting.

His Hugs

Johnny’s hugs were warm. He always seemed warmer than anyone else, especially when you were entirely wrapped in his arms with him gently kissing the top of your head. You could feel his heartbeat he was holding you so tightly. So happy to see you. This happened everyday. You loved it every day. You smile up at him.

His Eyes

Johnny pulled back from the hug and looked at you with such warm and kind eyes. So in love you could see it on his whole face. His Green-Gray eyes met yours. The way he looked at you never failed to warm something in you, some emotion in you, that no one else could reach. No one else could touch that part of you, and warm it as he could.

His Voice

“Well Hey, Sweetheart! Hey, we just got done with the gig down the street, is your shift over? I feel like dancing!”

You know his shift ended an hour ago. You knew he and the boys had been drinking from the way Wayne and Davy were struggling to stand. You knew he thought they had just finished. you also knew your shift wouldn’t end for another half an hour. You didn’t have time for dancing. There wasn’t even live music in the bar tonight.

”Sure Johnny. I’d love to dance with you. I’ll put on your favorite record.”

There was his smile again.

His Laugh

You turned the music on and headed back to where Johnny was sitting with the band. He was laughing over something Davy said. His laugh was loud. He never tried to hide his laughter. He saw you and you once again his eyes brighten. He walks over to you again, and takes your hand. He kisses your hand softly while keeping eye contact.

“Hey! Do you wanna dance? The record that makes me think of you is on.”

“I would love to Johnny.” You said softly, smiling because his smile is so cute and contagious.

Bonus:

Johnny Simpson’s hands are cold. His hands shake. Both from his PTSD and his nerve damage. His hands are cold, but when he holds your hand to drag you to the dance floor, it makes you warm. Today, his hands were lightly shaking as one of his arms snaked around your waist for a slow dance. His hands were freezing against your dress, where you could feel it through the fabric. However, as his cold hands held you and sent chills through your body with how cold he was, you felt hot. Johnny Simpson wasn’t just warm. Johnny Simpson was hot.

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You opened your door to find Johnny balancing a large bouquet of daisies, a thermos of what was either soup or tea, and a stack of several tissue boxes. “Heard you were sick so I brought provisions.”

You let out as much of a chuckle as your stuffed up nose would allow. “Johnny, you didn’t need to do all this.” You managed the words hoarsely before being hit with several sneezes. “I’m feeling much better, really.”

“Even I can tell that’s not true. You sound awful, (Y/N) .

You nodded your head in defeat and welcomed him inside. “Sorry.” You plopped down into a large armchair littered with tissues. “I just hate being sick. 

“Well that’s why I came. I know what it’s like to be stuck in bed with a head that feels like it’s swimming and at the same time like it’s all stuffed up and about to explode

You sniffled and wiped your nose with your sleeve. “S’pose you’re right; most people get the flu real bad at least couple times during-” And then you realized that wasn’t what Johnny had been talking about. “Oh,” you said as your hands came to rest in your lap. “Johnny, I… I’m sorry. I know I say that a lot, but you gotta know I mean it every time.

“Why are you sorry? You’re not the one who made yourself sick. ‘Sides, I’m happy to come check on my girl.”

You blushed when he said this. The drummer immediately tried to pull back the little piece of sentiment. “Oh, no no, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant you’re my friend and you are a girl… you’re my girlfriend- No! That’s wrong. That is definitely not what I was trying to say” Johnny brought his palm to his forehead. God, I am such an idiot. This always happened. He always seemed to forget something or say the wrong thing and screw things up. “I should go.”

“No, don’t!” you near shouted. “I mean, stay with me?” You smile hesitantly. “If you don’t mind being around all my germs, that is.”

“Of course I will. (Y/N), I’d stay with you if you had the plague, doesn't matter how contagious you were. I’d stay with you if you were at death’s door. I’d- I’d stay with you if I was the last healthy man on Earth!”

Your smile widened as he came to sit beside you on the arm of your chair. There wasn't anyone in the world half so wonderful as Johnny.

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May I have a crumb of Donny Nova content?? Like a little first date drabble?? I promise I will be Very Normal and can be trusted with Bandstand content in 2024 🥺

My first ask!!!! From someone I definitely do not know since they’re anonymous and have not been thanking all night in discord!! I hope this is alright Anon!! Btw Donny is annoying here but he’s always like that so 👍🏻

Donny Nova knew what fear was. He spent Three Years and Eight months experiencing the worst sort of fear known to man. SURELY that meant he could ask out his crush. That’s what he told himself.

He told himself that it would be easier than he thought. That if half the band (David) could have a new date every night, surely he could go on one. You clearly liked him, despite being way too shy to say so, so he thought he would take the chance.

You worked at the bar they were playing at, so right after the last set, he said goodbye to the guys and walked over to you. He ignored David cheering, and Johnny’s sincere (but too loud) encouragement. He ignored everything to focus on actually walking over to you.

There you were, waiting tables and looking like heaven as you did every night. Which is to say it nearing 11 pm and you were a mess from working all day, and he still saw you as beauty itself.

“Hiya!” Donny said, in his usual greeting. You notice his voice is a shred higher than normal today, and he clears his throat in surprise at his own voice.

“Hi Donny! I’m just finishing my shift, you played great tonight! Really helped me get through the work.”

“Glad to hear it. Say… are you free tomorrow?”

“What? Why are you asking?”

“Well I just. I mean. We have a set tomorrow at The Blue Whisp, at seven. Do you wanna come?”

His thoughts were racing, did he just ask you out? He couldn’t believe he actually did that.

“I see you preform almost every night, Donny…”

shit.

“Well I was also wondering if you wanted to get dinner there after. They have pretty good sliders there, I know you like those… and maybe a drink after?

“Oh… Donny, are you asking me out?”

There was a pause, he was nervous about outright saying it. He was a music celebrity, but he didn’t compare to you. What if you said no?? He had to go for it though, another moment without being going steady with him was too many moments.

“I mean. Yeah.” He said, hoping that didn’t sound too awkward. It did, however, sound terribly awkward.

You also paused, momentarily unsure how to react.

”Alright then, I’ll see you there, Mister Nova.”

He thought he would burst right there.

The next night, you dressed up and went to The Blue Whisp. Donny had stressed all night over what to wear, and how to tell you how beautiful you were, because you were always beautiful. His hands were shaking all day with his nerves, and the band kept teasing him, asking him if he would be able to make it through the set. Thankfully, Wayne had his back, and managed to keep most of Davy’s taunting at bay.

He saw you, of course. It took him halfway through the set, but he saw you there in the crowd. He almost fumbled the verse, luckily it was a song about you, so it was hard to mess up with you in front of him when it was just all the things he wanted to say to you. He hoped you knew it was about you.

After the set, he sat down to eat with you. His hands were still shaking. You both ate your sliders, making semi-awkward conversation, with pauses that were both awkward and comfortable. Donny thought that felt right, to be awkward and just right at the same time. It was a first date after all. You both talk mainly about you, your likes, your dislikes, everything he could think to ask you that seemed ok for a first date. Donny did his best to talk about himself, and you were kind in the questions you asked, keeping them surface level. You knew Donny hated thinking about his life at all, even things as small as his favorite color were difficult to pry from him. You made note of this in slight teasing, and he finally laughed. You could always make him smile. When dinner was over, he had a plan. First, he glanced back at the stage to make sure the boys had left, he had had enough teasing from them tonight. Everyone had left except Johnny and Davy, who were at the bar together trying to get the attention of a waitress. With everyone else out of the way, he grabbed your hand and led you backstage, which was something few people got to see. It was messy and barren, but he led you right to his piano.

“Do you know how to play?”

Teaching the girl how to play piano was one of the oldest romantic tricks in the book right?

“Yeah, I actually do!” You said excitedly.

Well there goes that plan. He stared at you, absolutely astounded.

“You- you know how to play?”

“I just said I did Donny. But it’s been a while since I played.”

You took a seat at the piano as he continued staring at you in shock. He eventually stumbled over to you as you started playing one of your favorite songs. He couldn’t believe he found a girl like you, who could play just like he could. His ego said he was better than anyone but his heart said he could listen to you for hours.

Having a professional piano player watch you made you incredibly nervous. Your finger slipped, you hit one wrong note, and your hands flinched back. You immediately put them in your lap and nervously picked at your fingers.

“Oh. Like I said, it’s been a while since I practiced. Sorry-“

“What? What do you mean? That was great! I mean you could probably replace me with a little practice.”

”What- no, Donny, I-“

”Yeah, you just need practice. You know what scoot over. I’ll practice with you.”

Before you could protest, Donny had slid next you on the bench. He smiled at you and played a few keys.

“Come on, just copy me.”

“Donny I don’t think-“

“No, I could see it in your eyes earlier, you love to do this. And you did really well! Just practice with me. One song! Just one song and I’ll let it go!”

You sighed, knowing that when don’t got excited like this he wouldn’t stop. That’s why Julia joined the band in the first places. Actually it’s why most people in the band did. He was relentless.

“Fine. One song, and that’s it Donny!”

He was so glad you were letting him get a way with this, because he really thought you wouldn’t. He was desperate to hear you play again and with how nervous you were he didn’t know if you would without a little prodding.

For the rest of the night, Donny sat with you, and played at the lower end while you mimicked his playing. As the night went on, you opened up, laughing and getting more excited to play. His energy and enthusiasm were infectious. Sometimes, his hands would hold yours as he showed you proper hand placement. You both blushed at that, but he pretended he wasn’t, despite it being more visible everytime you mentioned it.

“You are… astonishing. I mean- wow! You.. you really have talent.”

He showered you in compliments like those all night. You were worthy of every one of them.

Eventually, the bar did have to close. Donny walked you home, wanting you to be safe. He also wanted to be a gentleman after you endured his more… persistent and difficult side. He wasn’t always like that, and he wanted you to know it. You walked in a very comfortable silence this time, less like dinner and more like a silence you would be ok with having everyday of your life if you could.

“Thank you, for walking me home, Donny.” You said, turning to face him as you approached your front door.

“Oh, well. Thank you for letting me. I know I was a bit, uh, pushy earlier.” He made sure not to swear around a lady. He was really trying his best to be his best self for you.

“Well, you have me a wonderful night, Donny, even if you were pushy.”

Oh thank god, he thought.

“However-”

oh no.

“It means that you still owe me a good date Donny. Care to go on another Saturday?”

This was one of many times that night you had made his jaw drop. He had lost count. You were just too astounding. Too understanding. Too wonderful. Too perfect. How did you exist?

“Donny?”

“YEAH. Um. Yeah! Yeah absolutely we can do that. I mean if you want-”

“I’m asking you, Donny. Of course I want a second date.”

“Right, yeah. I mean obviously you do. B Because you asked I mean.”

“Right. Well Donny, I think it’s time to say goodnight…”

”yeah…”

There it was again. That silence that was awkward and perfect at the same time. Then you did something he really didn’t expect. Just as he went to turn around and leave, you kissed him. He gasped, and froze in place. He turned around to look at you and ask if you really did that, but all he saw was your door closing and a brief flash of a bright red face darting inside,

He smiled. He really couldn’t believe he found a girl as good as you.

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Can I request a Johnny x reader where the reader is a fill in for Julia when she's sick and he just kinda stares at her lovestruck the entire time and the band teases him for it?

“Jonny. Johnny, are you even listening.”

Johnny nodded from where he sat behind his drums. “Ya, I’m listening. Hey, who’s she?”

Donny followed his friend’s glossy-eyed gaze to the young woman pacing the room as she went over lyrics in her head. “Like I was trying to tell you, that’s (Y/N). Julia can’t make it again tonight so (Y/N)’s gonna sing her part in the set.”

“Wow, she’s gorgeous and she can sing?”

Donny raised an eyebrow and smirked “Wait until you hear her. Then you’ll really be in love.” He tapped Johnny’s hat with the rolled up sheet music he was holding. “Just make sure you’re not so busy staring you go and forget your part.”

But Johnny was more likely to mess up trying to hide how bright red his face had become.

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If your requests are open, can I please request a bandstand Johnny x reader! I love that boy so much!!

“Here we have the base and the three levels of toms.“ Johnny pointed out the each drum to you as he named them. “But she’s my favorite, the snare drum.”

You chuckled. “She?”

“People call boats she. Why not drums?” He shrugged. “Makes about as much sense to me.”

“Alright then, I like it.”

Jonny’s face lit up. “Ya?”

“Ya.” You circled the drum set. To you it was just an instrument, a source of music. For Johnny, you knew it was infinitely more. “So why’s the snare your favorite?”

“Well...” Johnny rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually, I never really thought about that. I guess it’s ‘cause she’s different from all the other ones. That makes her special. And it’s not just because she’s different, but how she’s different.” Johnny was getting excited. He got on his knees next to the drum set. “You see, it’s got something to do with there being a whole bunch of wires insides the drum. That’s why it makes the sound it does. The rest of it’s beyond me. The guys have tried to explain all the science behind it. I still don't understand most of it.” Johnny’s expression turned sheepish as he pulled out a drumstick and fiddled with it in his hands.

You knelt down and placed your hands over his, stilling them. “Sometimes things are more special when you don’t understand them.”

“Ya?” Johnny said, looking up at you.

“Ya. I’m certain of it.” 

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Can you do some platonic Donny-Nova band x fem!reader? Because god knows I'm always a slut for a nice fluffy friendship fic. 💓

It started because you needed a job. 

You were a server at the Blue Wisp, and it was a good job.

You had a great boss, you got to listen to live bands every night.

But you also knew no one could blame you with wanting to aspire to more than simply serving drinks.

And thats why Joe passed along your name when Donny mentioned needing a gig manager with how popular the band had gotten.

As tremendously grateful you were to Joe, you were also shocked.

You knew a good deal about show business in theory. You’re father had played in band before he had gone off to fight in the war.

But what did you know about representing what was quickly becoming the most popular band in the country?

However, the band welcomed you with open arms, and their faith in you did wonders.

You got fell into the group’s dynamic easily and got along well with all the guys.

Julia loved having another girl hanging around. Being surrounded by the guys all the time could get exhausting.

But Donny and you were the closest.

He called you “kid.” You were the youngest of the group, after all.

But it was more than that. Donny saw you much like a little sister. 

He had never had siblings, and he loved having someone to show all the ropes.

It also didn't hurt Donny’s ego with how much you looked up to him.

He teased you like crazy. He worried about you if you were late. He always tried to cheer you up when you seemed down, and would always be there to talk to if something was bothering you.

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Hello 👋! I saw that you write Bandstand and I got super excited. Can I request either an imagine or headcanon about Johnny, maybe like if he has a crush on the reader? Just super fluffy. Thank you!

Johnny’s Girl

I’ve never written for Bandstand before but I enjoyed writing this so much! Johnny is just such a sweetie so the fluff came easily too.

Johnny was sure you must have been staring at something els. For the entire set, you were staring at something that must be behind him. No, it didn't’t quite make sense. Even he could see that. So what was it then?

The next night you were back, and then the next. And every night you kept your eyes firmly set on him the entire performance. Johnny decided it was time to call in reinforcements. “Donny, you ever notice that girl who always sits right upfront?

“Mhm.” Donny didn’t break concentration with the sheet music he was mentally reviewing.

“I don’t know. Sounds stupid, but I feel like she’s always staring at me. Not in a creepy way of anything. She seems real sweet. I just don’t know what it’s about or why she keeps doing it.”

“Sounds like you got yourself an admirer, Johnny.” Davey sauntered in, adding himself to the conversation. “You must be giving her a toothache.”

“What?”

The band’s leader looked up and rolled his eyes. “He’s saying she likes you. Next time she come to a gig you should go talk to her after.”

“You think? I don’t know, fellas. What if it turns out she doesn’t actually like me and I scare her? What if I make a fool of myself and say something stupid.”

Davey slapped him on the back. “Won’t know until you try, kid.”

The next time the band played, you were there, up front as always and sat so they had a perfect view of a certain drummer.

Davey nudged Johnny towards you. “Now would be the time. Go talk to to your girl.”

“She’s not ‘my girl.’ I don't even know her name.”

“So ask her. Should be easy since she’s walking up to us right now.”

Johnny turned to see you nervously approach. “Hi, I just wanted to say how good you guys were tonight. Of course, you’re great every night. And you’re always so wonderful on drums. I mean everyone in the band is...”

Johnny didn’t hear the rest of the girl’s ramblings. He was transfixed on her bright, wide eyes and the way her hair perfectly framed her face.

“... only if it’s not too much to ask.”

“Sorry,” Johnny came out of his thoughts. “I get a little lost sometimes. What did you say?” Now he had gone and done it. She probably thought he was a jerk.

“Oh, that’s alright. I was just wondering if I could get your autograph.”

“You- you want mine? The band was becoming more popular, and it wasn’t strange for girls and young woman to ask Donny and Julia for their signatures. But no one had ever requested his.

The girl nodded and handed him a notebook. As he signed, Johnny wondered why his head suddenly felt so light. It was a different sensation then that of his meds, and though strange, not entirely unwanted. “I almost forgot to ask, who should I make it out to?”

“(Y/N).”

Johnny handed back the notebook. If he were Donny of Davey, he might have added some smooth or flirtatious comment. But Johnny was convinced he’d never have the guts. “We really appreciate you coming to so many of our shows. I mean, I- me and the guys see you in the audience a lot. So just wanted to say thanks.”

“I’ll keep coming as long as it’s you up there playing.” She blushed at her own words, as if their boldness surprised her. Then she turned quickly to go back to her seat.

“(Y/N), wait! He was unmistakably two loud for the distance between them. “Maybe one of the nights I can buy you a drink afterward if you like?”

The girl looked back at Johnny and her beautiful smile was added to the list of her features that enraptured him. “Yes, I would like that very much.”

I wrote this whole thing and then realized Johnny spells his name with an h

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