#love ya and I hope you enjoyed this!

[petite-phthora]

Please don't shake the cat

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 13]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

RedHood = Jason

Danny = Danny

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Private chat

RedHood: *picture*

RedHood: this yours???

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Seeing the picture of Ellie clamped onto Red Hood’s arm Danny lets out a sigh while rubbing his forehead. He takes a few seconds to look at the picture while deciding on how to reply.

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Private chat

Danny: you don’t happen to be in Mexico right now by any chance, do you?

RedHood: No.

RedHood: I was out patrolling when I was suddenly bitten by her.

RedHood: Thought it might have been a criminal or stray cat or something like that at first.

RedHood: I was not expecting a feral teenager, but I can’t say this is the first time it’s happened.

Danny: damn, she was supposed to be in Mexico 😕😥

Danny: I guess this is what she was trying to tell me with that cryptic message she sent me huh

Danny: and the stray cat analogy isn’t too far off to be perfectly honest 🤔

RedHood: So you know her?

RedHood: Can you help me get her off? I’ve tried prying but she’s got some sick ass jaw strength.

RedHood: Which would have been pretty cool any other time, but it’s currently not really working in my favor.

Danny: I’m so sorry about her 😓 😓

Danny: we’ve been trying to teach her to ask for consent first

Danny: but it’s still a work in progress 😅

Danny: of course I'll help you get her off!! 😊🙃

RedHood: Great! You’re at your apartment, right?

RedHood: I’ll be there in two shakes.

Danny: please don’t shake the cat 😰

Danny: she’ll get grumpy and might latch on even tighter

Danny: I’ll come to you instead 🙃

Danny: you said you were patrolling, so crime alley, right? 🤔🤔

RedHood: Well, yes, but I doubt you’ll be able to get up where I am right now.

RedHood: Let me at least come down to the ground first and I’ll tell you how to get here.

RedHood: Danny?

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Jason looks down at his unread messages with a slight frown. He puts his phone away and looks back at the teenager on his arm.

He gives his arm a small shake, causing her to growl at him which immediately makes him stop.

Right… No shaking the cat.

Jason lets out a weary sigh before looking down over the edge of the building to the ground below. He’s trying to think of the best way to get down with only one functional arm when a voice breaks him out of his reverie.

“Hey, Hood. I’m here!”

He turns around, slightly alarmed that there’s a second person who managed to sneak up on him tonight.

Damn, he’s getting rusty

Though from anyone whom he had been expecting to see, he had not been expecting to see the guy he messaged a minute ago standing behind him on the roof.

“How did you get here so quickly? And for that matter, how did you even get up here?” Jason asks confused.

“Oh, I flew” is Danny’s casual response, which gives Jason more questions than have been answered. But before he can decide whether he should bother asking for clarification Danny already moves on to the next topic.

“Anyway, let’s see what we can do about this,” he says, approaching Jason’s arm and the girl that’s hanging off of it.

“Good luck,” Jason says, holding out his arm a little better and watching bemused as Danny and the teen have a stare-down.

“Ellie, what did we say about biting others?”

The teen, Ellie, narrows her eyes and growls at him. Danny just crosses his arms and gives her an unimpressed stare.

“Nah-ah, you have to let him go. We ask before we bite someone. It’s called consent. Don’t make me get Jazz to give you another lecture”

It’s clear to Jason that Danny’s attempt at talking to her isn’t working when the teen proceeds to glance at Jason calculatingly before giving Danny a challenging look and biting down harder.

Apparently, it’s clear to Danny as well, as the next thing he does is let out a put-upon sigh before declaring “Well, I gave you a chance. Guess we’ll have to do this the hard way”

Danny then grabs a hold of her and tries pulling her off of him.

What is his life? Jason thinks as he’s standing there while Danny tries to physically pull the teenage girl, who decided his arm looked like a nice snack, off of him.

Though luckily for him, it seems to work as not a few seconds later Danny has pulled her off of his arm and is now holding the teenage girl with a bloody mouth up by her armpits.

Danny sets her down with a sigh but before he can speak up, the teen crosses her arms and levels Jason with a sharp look that makes him straighten up.

“Thou winneth this round, Red-Helmed Knight of the Night. Though thou should be prepareth, as the upcoming trials will be even more toilsome” Ellie declares while pointing at him, uncaring of the blood on her face.

“And I,” She points a finger back at herself for emphasis, ”Sir Ellie of the Infinite Realms, will—” she gets cut off when a fly enters her mouth.

Danny moves to help her but she holds up a hand to stop him, using her other hand to thump on her chest a few times.

She spits the dislodged fly out onto the floor and glares at it.

“Curse you! Foiling my monologuing once again!” she yells after the fly as it flies off.

Right…

Jason turns to Danny.

“So is she your sister?” he asks curiously. And totally not trying to fish for more information about Danny and his family.

Instead of Danny answering the question though, Ellie cuts him off.

“I’m his love child with the mayor of our town.”

Danny gives her a disgusted look.

“Ellie—”

She looks back at Danny with a shit-eating grin on her face.

Yeah, definitely siblings.

“I love my dads!” she says proudly, her eyes still on Danny.

Danny gives her a deadpan look in response before it changes to a more mischievous one.

“Oh, I’m sure Vlad would love to hear all about how you reclaimed him as a father figure—”

“Oh Ancients, no. Don’t even joke about that” She fake gags at him before turning back to Jason.

“Can I change my answer? I’m his bodyguard” She says, pointing her thumb at Danny.

That makes both Danny and Jason raise an eyebrow at her, though Jason’s can’t be seen through the helmet. They speak up at the same time.

“A bodyguard, huh?”

“No, you’re not, that’s Frighty”

Danny’s statement makes Jason pause and turn to look at him.

He’s got a bodyguard?

Ellie shakes her head happily.

“Nope! I took over the position. My knightly title isn’t just for show, y’know? I earned it fair and square!”

“When did this even happen? And why was I not told?” Danny asks, bewilderment covering his face.

Jason stays silent as he tries to make sense of the conversation.

“About…” Ellie takes a moment to think about it “3 months ago? I think it was when you were dealing with some time chores. And I thought it’d be a nice surprise, so… Surprise!” she exclaims, doing some jazz hands at the end of the sentence.

“What did you even do?”

“I snuck up on him and threw a Fenton Wii remote at his head which knocked him out cold. It counted as a win so I earned the position by right of conquest and gained my knighthood” She says with a shrug.

“Huh… think that would’ve worked for Pariah Dark as well? Would’ve made things so much easier…”

Ellie gives another careless shrug as Danny lets out a small reminiscent sigh. Meanwhile, Jason stands awkwardly to the side.

“Well, either way, I’m proud of you. Do you have a video?”

“Tucker filmed it for me, yeah”

“Nice”

They high-five with grins on their faces. At this point, Jason lets out a small cough which has the Fenton siblings turn around startled and proceed to then give him identical sheepish smiles.

They really look like they could be twins…

“Ah, sorry Red Hood. And again, I’m sorry for Ellie.” Danny says, rubbing the back of his neck with a small blush on his face.

“I’ll take her back home. And uhh… see you next time?”

Jason gives him a smile from under his helmet.

“Sure, if you’re still up for that next date?” Jason trails off with some hope.

His words make Danny’s blush darken.

“Ah uh, yeah! Yeah, of course! The next date! Uhmm, I’ll text you! Or you can text me. That’s fine too!”

Next to him, Ellie rolls her eyes and makes some fake gagging motions. She then grabs Danny by his arm and starts dragging him away.

“Come on, Loverboy. You can and your paramour can flirt later. When I’m not there… and after he’s passed my trials” she says, muttering the latter part low enough that Jason can’t hear. But, judging by the way Danny’s head snaps back to her and how his brows furrow, he did hear.

Just as Jason goes to reply, giving them a thank you and a goodbye of his own, perhaps even an offering to help them get down from the roof, he picks up on movement behind him.

Quickly turning around has him regretting not leaving the rooftop earlier, as he watches the Bats (and birds) land.

Fuck.

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Taglist:

@i-always-say-yea   @uraniumwizard    @why-must-i-be-like-this   @griffinthing @i23432i @imsotiredfanficlovertm

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 17 <3

Kenma x blowjobs

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"Ahhh- slow down a bit, doll-"

His thighs clench under your fingers as he mumbles the words, and you take a deep breath through your nose as you slow down your pace. His long fingers are buried in your hair, occasionally pushing your head down and holding you in place when he's getting too close. Drool is coating your chin, your eyes watery at this point, and your throat clenches around him when he pushes too deep and makes you gag.

You look up at him, hoping not to look too much of a mess and instead somewhat hot, especially when you know that he's recording this. Kenma on the other hand knows that he doesn't need the recording to remember how you look like right now. Your lip gloss smeared on his cock, your hair no longer neatly done, but loose strands falling into your face and the straps of your bra falling down your shoulders, revealing a part of your chest seductively.

But what really makes this moment unforgettable for him, is your facial expression. He can see how much you enjoy it, see how eager you are to please him, to be his good girl- and he's certain that he's never seen a sight this hot before.

You swirl the tip of your tongue around his cock, a groan coming from the back of his throat as you keep on teasing his sensitive tip. "Just like that- you feel so good," he sounds surprisingly calm, but the way his hips slightly buck into your mouth reveal that he's everything but calm.

You groan, spit coating your chin as you bop your head and let the tip of his cock meet the back of your throat, knowing fully well that this will make you gag if you do it repeatedly, but still wanting to take as much of him into your mouth as you can. He moans, and the way you slowly increase your pace has him close his eyes for a few seconds to stay focused. "Ohh, fuck- you're way too good at this, I'm not gonna last long," his breath is rapid and shallow, his hand slightly pressing your head down just a bit more when you press your tongue flatly against the underside of his cock.

You let him use you, allowing his hands to guide your head up and down while he fucks your face. Your body feels hot, your mind dizzy from the slightest lack of oxygen, but hot desire rushes through your body at every single one of the unrestricted sounds that leave his lips.

"Gonna-" a groan leaves his lips, his mouth falling agape and his brows furrow when he holds your head in place as shoots his cum down your throat. You choke, but still try to swallow as much as you can, feeling the liquid filling up your mouth with a salty taste while he moans your name and twitches inside of your mouth. You swallow a few times around his cock until he releases a small whine, and you finally release him.

His eyes are wide while he watches how you clean his cock thoroughly, giving little kitten licks to the sensitive tip until you have all of his cum in your mouth and his cock is only glistening with your spit. A few moments pass before you finish up licking him clean and tucking him back into his pants, leaving no evidence of the sinful deeds prior. You can feel how his body tenses at every single touch of your hands, your effect on him undeniable. Kenma releases his grip on our hair, one of his hands now tilting your chin until you look up at him- and you get lost in his beautiful golden eyes.

"Come here." He suddenly gets up, his features unusual soft when he grabs your hands and helps you to get on your feet before he directs you to sit on the chair. His hand softly comes to your chin once again and rubs the spit away, a gentle smile coating his lips.

Kenma pecks your lips, shortly, a faint blush coating his cheeks now before he quickly turns around to face the multiple screens behind him. You can only see his back when he leans over the desk, the continuous clicks of the mouse and the sound of him typing on his keyboard accompanying him. The sounds you've already gotten so used to ever since he started his streamer career a few years ago and asked you to move in. "Here we go, " he mumbles when a big video finally shows up on the screen.

"It's all set up. We can start whenever you're ready." His soothing voice comes from the speaker, and you blush when you see yourself on the screen, your body only clad in the red lingerie he got for you, and Kenma, with his cat-like eyes watching you carefully with reddened cheeks as you sink to your knees in front of him and palm him through his boxers.

His body blocks the screen for a moment when he steps in front of you and rests his hands on your thighs to spread your legs. All your questions are answered when he kneels in front of you, getting comfortable on the ground before he pulls the chair closer until he's directly facing your panties. A mischievous glint sparks in his golden eyes when he looks up at you, the sounds of you sucking his cock now filling the room from the speakers behind, but you hear his next words clearly even through the noise.

"How about you relax and watch that video while I'm practicing for the next one?"

[yupthisisshe]

Affections Revealed and Answered - Mattheo Riddle x gn! Reader

A/N: reader could be of any house; language warning (Mattheo says the f-word once); they are making out (that’s most of the plot but I swear it's supposed to be kinda cute); no nudity or sex; very close friends to lovers; the kind of Mattheo that’s nice to his friends and people he cares about but absolutely will get into fights if he thinks the other person deserves it; also I wrote and edited this in once sitting - so yay me! <3

You were sat in Mattheo’s lap, straddling him as you both sat on the couch in your common room. If it were anyone else, they would get weird looks or teasing comments, but people knew better than to disrespect Mattheo, and even more so they knew better than to disrespect you lest Mattheo find out. This intimate position wasn’t unusual for the two of you. I mean, what else were friends for if not comfort? But you wanted more this time. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his shoulder and neck, as per usual, but instead of just laying there innocently like you normally would, you began to kiss at it.

“[Y/n]…” Mattheo questioned, not completely sure of what was happening at the moment, but sure of where it would be going if you continued. You could tell his tone was supposed to come out with a bit of a warning undertone, but all that really came out were questions unasked, but soon to be answered.

“Do you want this?” you asked.

“Fuck yes,” he replied, and you sensed longing in his tone that suggested he’s wanted this more than you know for longer than you know. Rather than go back to his neck, you went straight to his face. You grabbed his face and your lips smashed together. Soon, you were licking at his bottom lip, asking for entrance into the caverns of his mouth, and he couldn’t have been happier to oblige. He opened his mouth and your velvety tongues danced in a composition of longing and affection. Matthew gripped you gently but strongly, one hand against the back of your head and the other arm circling your waist. Your hands had both moved to the back of his head, trying to pull him impossibly close. The light moans and groans you both let out were enough to tell you that maybe you were close enough, but your hearts and bodies couldn't help but want more. You ended up pushing him to lie down across the couch in the process of your affections. You laid across him as he refused to let go. You kissed for minutes, disconnecting for breaths and reconnecting like you couldn't bear to be apart once you caught your breath. After so long, you stopped to speak what felt like the most important sentence in your life.

“I love you, Mattheo.”

He smiled and you both let out a light, breathy giggle.

“I love you too, [Y/n].” He had the softest smile on his face, like it was proof of his words.

You smiled lovingly and proceeded to rest your head on his shoulder. Perfectly positioned for you to apply kisses to his jawline or chin, and for him to apply kisses to your forehead, or nose if he tilted your chin up a bit. He held you in his arms, one arm holding you securely, and the other rubbing you softly and lovingly. You lay there together, comfortable in your new relationship, and already knowing somehow that you would love each other for life.

[kate-bot]

We all love a peppino a peppino that gets really flustered

so true..... u can decide who/what hes thinkin about..... >:)

[likesdoodling]

Happy 25th birthday to Technoblade!

Also- I may or may not colour these later, but that's gonna take forever, so like...

We shall see.

Anyway. This is a bunch of some of my favourite Technoblade moments, all jumbled together in no particular order

Btw, most of these are direct quotes, (I only paraphrased, like. 2. I think-) since I spent a good deal of yesterday trawling the internet to find the originals. Feel free to ask if you want to know where something comes from! Though I think most of them are pretty obvious. Probably.

RIP Technoblade

Technoblade Never Dies!

:D

[dramaism]

@kdramaspace + @userdramas YEAR IN REVIEW 2022 |  Stocking Stuffers | tag a friend or someone you’re thankful for/admire and create a gift of some of their favorite shows/characters/ships/etc of 2022 - @damn-salvatore (hiii, Harumi! happy holidays, xoxo)

Do not put everything on the line for something as fickle as love. If something like this ever happens again, and you find yourself in a life or death situation, give up on love and choose your life.

[st0rms-art-blog]

MORE GRIAN DRAGONS??? YESSS have to add to my art collection hehehe, this one belongs to @shaklyart I apologize though as my digital art pad broke just before Christmas It is only a pencil but have fun with your grian dragon turned accidentally poultryman dragon.

[ineffable-doll]

"It’s Not Too Bad When You Get Used to It" by IneffableDoll

T, 8 chapters

CHAPTER 1: 3.3k

Following Armageddon’s failure, Aziraphale and Crowley perform the bodyswap, prepared to be captured by Heaven and Hell. But after both factions fail to show up the next day, the angel and demon must pretend to be the other for much longer than anticipated… Hilarity ensues, feelings are felt, and no one anticipated so much breakfast being involved. But that’s ineffability for you. * Prewritten; will update every three days until completion. Come back on December 29th to binge!

A silly romp of Aziraphale and Crowley poorly playacting as each other, with fluff and feels because I can't help myself. Queerplatonic, aroace, lots of banter and humor! Book vibes and characterization with season one canon.

[ohitslen]

I work hard for my scholarship but I fight harder for ✨Chapter 7 of Easy to Care, Easy to Love✨💪🔥🔥

This chapter I give you answers for last chapter’s cliffhanger! Flustered Woowoo! Realizations! Wolfwood neatly remembering everything about Vash! What will all of this lead to for these two insufferable bastards?? Read to find out! 👀💖💖

[edsbacktattoo]

i would like more music recs actually 👉👈 my top artist was bastille (for like. the fifth year in a row, as expected) and several of my top songs were from fish in a birdcage if that's any indication of my taste?

MUSIC RECOMMENDATION TIME

okay this absolutely thrills me. I don’t listen to much Bastille (i don’t have anything against them, just not to my personal taste!) but i’ve heard of fish in a birdcage!! i’ve put together a collection for you, i hope some of them hit the mark :D

TADAAAHHHH!!! this selection is a combination of weird and electronic/rock sounds (maybe a bit jarring?) but they’re all gorgeous! i hope you like some of these :) please do journey back if you’d like more!

alternatively, i’ve made this ofmd playlist that features a few songs similar to this vibe! (in fact, i think a few of these are already in the playlist lmao) so if that tickles your fancy, you can find the playlist here

this goes for everyone btw. if you like a particular artist and want to branch out a bit more! i might be able to recommend some tracks <3

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part XVIII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW!!

Words: ~ 4,9 k

About: Finally! Pure smut, barely plot. Can be skipped if you're uncomfortable with that. The longest part so far xD

Part I II -> Final Part

Your relationship with Atsumu has been thriving.

You came to appreciate that he is actually a very reliable and vivid texter and how you both regularly went on dates- something that he insisted on, and you definitely couldn't complain about that. You know that he has a tight schedule, but that apparently doesn't stop him from inviting you over every single weekend, without exceptions, always making sure that Saturday night belongs to the two of you. Often, you would go to Onigiri Miya's to eat, much to Osamu's delight. He always insists that you don't have to pay, yet you still often place a crumpled 10 bucks note in the tip jar to keep the guilt at bay.

You both have developed a routine of eating out together and then watching a movie at Atsumu's place. He's told you a lot about his work, sometimes complaining about other players, but he seems really confident in his skills, with the start of the Olympics getting closer and closer every single day, which he is anticipating quite a lot.

You'd tell him about your work too, tell him about the things that you like, that you enjoy to read, confessing with reddened cheeks that you sometimes read rather unconventional stories, to which his smug grin had intensified, and he seemed very interested in getting details of that, which you denied at first, but then promised him to send him recommendations. You had also told him how Yachi and you met and how you got to know Hinata and Kageyama. You came to enjoy this caring side of Atsumu, and it feels rather domestic to spend time with him like this, just the two of you talking and having fun.

And more often you'd find yourself in Atsumu's lap after talking for hours, heavily making out with him until you both gasp for air- just like today.

You barely pay any attention to the movie, the sounds only faintly in the background, some action movie that Atsumu found with a good rating and insisted you both watch—and instead, it didn't even take him ten minutes to scoot a bit closer and to gently turn your face towards him to kiss you, deepening the kiss quickly and then pressing your back against the couch. He's now hovering over you, your legs wrapped around his middle and your hands deeply entangled in his hair. You came to notice that he loves when you play with his hair, sometimes even resting his head in your lap just to have you give him a head massage, so you don't hesitate to feel the soft strands in your fingers and scratch his scalp softly.

He groans against your lips when you slightly pull on the strands, and a breathy moan escapes your lips when he grinds his hips against yours. He's hard already. Very much so. You feel his cock pressing against you, just the fabric of his sweats and your panties separating your bodies from each other. Your skirt rode up when Atsumu had forced your legs open to settle in between them, but you don't mind laying under him like this. The tension between you is thick, and you're glad that you're wearing a nice matching set of underwear tonight, even though you're convinced that he couldn't care less about your choice of clothes.

"Gosh, yer driving me crazy." He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, and you swear you could combust at the sight of pure unrestricted lust in his eyes. This is usually what you'd do: make out until you both couldn't take anymore and then fall asleep together while cuddling, without going further. He made it pretty clear that he wants to take this slow and earn your forgiveness for the situation, and while you appreciate his efforts, you'd also appreciate him doing just a bit more with you. "Tsumu—can we... you know... go a bit further?" You ask with bright cheeks, hoping that he's also willing to take that step with you, and he raises a brow in a teasing way, and you almost push him back when you see his sexy smug grin. "Oh? Wifey wants more, huh?" He dips his head, and his lips find your neck, kissing down to your pulse, causing you to release a soft breath while you arch against him, his cock now hardly pressing between your legs. "I would be a bad husband if I deny your wishes."

His kisses get just a bit rougher, his teeth grazing against your skin, and you arch into him when he bites down slightly. "Atsumu—" you try to even out your breath, but you can't seem to calm down when he nibbles on your skin, the feeling almost painfully intimate when he cages you underneath him like this. "We can go a bit further, if ya want to. I could go right here." He shifts his weight and angles his face a bit deeper to press a kiss against your collarbones, leaving a tingling sensation on your skin when he pulls back. "Or right here." His fingers pull down the side of your shirt until you expose even more cleavage to press a sensual kiss at the swell of your breasts. You feel heat rushing through your body, and you softly moan at the action- he's driving you insane.

"How far do you want me to go?" He looks up at you, his eyebrow raised in a silent question while he looks at you. His face is close, so close, you can see his flushed cheeks and widened pupils, and you're certain that you could explode any second when he looks at you like this. "All the way. If you're okay with that?"

You barely manage to finish the sentence before he already starts moving to press your back harder into the couch until you lay flat. A soft gasp leaves your lips, and your eyes widen when he thrusts his hips against yours in the process, the friction so good and welcoming against your sensitive spots. His fingers find the hem of your shirt, and he gently pulls it up until your bra is exposed to his eyes. An almost dangerous glint is in his eyes when his thumbs hook in the cups of your bra and simply pull them down until they rest under your tits and force them to stand up. Your chest heaves heavily, your nipples perky, not only because of the chilly air but definitely because of his undivided attention.

He suddenly brings his thumbs to his lips, one after the other, quickly licking the digits, before his hands cup your tits, his wet thumbs rubbing over your perked nipples, a sensation that has you release a small whimper. His hands start to softly massage your breasts, and you thank all deities for his setter hands, so big and warm and skilled, feeling so good against your bare skin. Your own fingers grab into the cushion below you while you try not to squirm too much—not that you could escape from him now when he's basically straddling you and keeps on playing with your tits.

It feels good—really good, the tingling sensation between your legs growing stronger with each passing second, and you start to wiggle underneath him, your body aching for more of his touch. Atsumu notices the shift in your demeanor and softly pinches your nipples one last time before he moves a bit down, his hands caressing your bare sides while he does so. The way he's treating you makes you almost whine out loud, so soft and tenderly, it's making your head spin. "I love how your skin feels. So soft and warm." He mumbles, his eyes scanning your whole body before he suddenly gets up, just enough to not sit on you anymore. Instead, he kneels between your legs, grabbing your thighs and pushing them apart a bit further to have a good look at your panties. "A matching set?" he asks when his eyes wander back to the bra that still pushes your tits up. "Yes," you nod a bit breathless and flustered, and the way he's taking things so slow makes you feel even more needy for him, while he seems so calm and cool. Probably his year-long experience of keeping his cool every single day when he's playing.

"I like it. But I think these need to go." He nods towards your panties, the sheer material not hiding much actually, but the clear wet stain on them makes the situation even more scandalous. You nod with reddened cheeks, and he places two fingers against the wet stain, caressing and softly rubbing against the spot, while keeping his eyes on your face. "Though, I'm really glad to see that yer enjoyin' this as much as I do." His finger softly presses inside of you, just a little bit with your panties still between you, a shock of electricity rushing though your body when the fabric stretches against your clit, and his finger enters just the tiniest bit inside of you. He stills for a second, watching your reaction for a second, before he brings his other hand to the fabric, hesitating, before he clears his throat before he meets your gaze. "Can I rip 'em?"

You stare at him with wide eyes, unable to form words, understanding that this is something that he wants to do even though he seems slightly embarrassed by it. You're so turned on by the question though that you simply nod, and he brings both of his hands to the fabric and pulls. It takes him two more attempts before the fabric softly rips, his attempt to be gentle and careful to you very clear, and the simple display of his suppressed strength has your pussy clenching around nothing. He scoots slightly back, his eyes focused on your cunt, drinking in the sight of you, while you tremble in anticipation. This is even better than all the fantasies you've had about him so far, all the dirty thoughts about his arms and thighs that made you stick your hands into your panties when you're in need of release. All of that can't compare to what you're feeling right now.

"I'll eat ya out first 'kay? Get ya nice and ready for me." You open your mouth, ready to protest that you're already wet for him and you don't need further prep, and that you just want him to fuck you, but your protest gets stuck in your throat when he settles on his stomach, his arms grabbing your legs and hoisting the above his shoulders. He is on eye-level with your pussy and you suddenly feel so exposed, yet still so safe with him.

"So pretty," he mumbles, and you're not sure if that was even meant for you to hear, and you let out a gasp and a soft choke of his name when he softly licks against your folds. Softly, just testing the waters- and judging by your reaction, his is convinced that he can do more to you. His tongue licks against your folds again, harder this time, putting more pressure on you and you mewl contently. "Just like that, pretty girl. Let me do my thing and enjoy yourself. Part of my husband duties, to keep my wife satisfied."

He kisses against your entrance, resting his lips on yours and letting his tongue peak out just the tiniest to get you a feeling of it, and you clench involuntarily at the feeling of his warm tongue. He licks against your folds again, this time pausing when he reaches your clit, softly closing his lips around it and sucking. "Atsumu-" you gasp with wide eyes, your legs almost caging his head when he sucks a bit rougher. "Shhhhhsh," he hushes you and sucks just a tad bit softer, one of his hands letting go of your leg and moving between your legs too. Your breathing pattern is irregular and you moan when you feel a wave of need rush through your body.

One of his fingers prods against your entrance while he keeps his lips enclosed on your clit and you feel like you're going to explode. It's hot- so, so hot when he softly pushes a digit inside you, his tongue messily licking your clit until your eyes roll back and your back arches off the bed- you can imagine how lewd you look right now. Flushed cheeks, crossed eyes, your tits exposed while you arch your back like you're in heat with Atsumu's head between your legs, licking your cunt while he fingers you open.

It's hot, oh, so hot. The way he's pumping his finger inside of you, slowly adding another one when he feels you easing up for him. The way he's licking up all of your arousal, groaning against you and humping the bed for a bit of friction for himself while he gives you pleasure. The way he's watching you heavy lidded, probably unable to see much of your face, but the occasional glances of your expression are enough for him. He's addicted to your taste, addicted to the way you moan his name, softly at the beginning, but now with more urgency and need, getting louder for him when he increases the pace of his fingers. You didn't know what to do with your hands at first, but now you're gripping his hair and pushing him ever so softly against your pussy, unable to resist the need to get more friction, and he so willingly gives you more. The wet sounds of his fingers pushing into you and the way he's messily eating you out makes you feel like you're in heaven. He could do this for hours, worship your taste and listen to your sweet sounds, but he can feel you clenching repeatedly around his fingers, indicating just how close you are.

"Tsumu- I can't- gonna-" you barely manage to form words, moans and deep breaths hindering you from saying what you want to say, but he simply keeps going at the same pace and you suddenly feel your high overwhelming you.

It's too much. The heat, his face between your legs, the way he's fingering you, the way his tongue is teasing your clit and giving you just the right amount of attention- it takes you like a wave and you feel your muscles tensing and arching against his face while you come. Your mouth is wide open a lewd sounds leave your lips while you feel the delicious sensation rushing through your body. Atsumu doesn't change his position, nor his pace, he simple keeps his ministrations up and licks up your juices until you only whimper softly and your hand falls weakly onto the couch. He kisses your cunt, gentle and caring while he pulls his fingers out, his lips ever so soft while he whispers a praise against your folds, and you feel how you blush at the sudden unexpected sweetness.

Your body finally relaxes and you fall back into the cushions. He slows down his ministrations and looks at his hand with a grin, your slick on them evident. You focus your eyes on him and follow all of his movements when he shortly licks his fingers with a groan before he grabs his shirt, his fingers leaving a mess on the dark fabric before he pulls it over his head and throws it away. You silently ogle him, taking in the sight of him, broad chest heaving heavily, strongly defined shoulders and arms, and the slightest bit of dark hair trailing down to the band of sweatpants. "Ya alright? Wanna go further?" His voice is a bit raspy and his cheeks slightly reddened and it makes your heart beat faster. His hands find your sides and softly caress the skin while he waits for your answer. He's still hard, you can see it through the fabric of his pants, but you're convinced that he would not push you to go further, no matter how painful it is for him. You look at him softly and nod, a small smile on your face when you reach out to him. "Kiss me, please?"

He nods with an approving hum and leans down to kiss you, his weight now settling on your body in a comforting way. Your hands reach for his hair when he kisses you, your body arching up against his when his lips meet yours in a gentle but firm kiss. You allow your hands to wander and to explore his naked body while you return the kiss, your tongue moving against his while you rake your nails softly against his bare back. You can feel a shudder running down his spine and you repeat the motion, only to be rewarded with a little groan against your lips. You let one of your hands roam to his stomach, feeling the muscles clench under your fingers, and hesitantly move further down to the trail of soft hair, waiting for him to either stop you or to encourage you.

Atsumu is quick to raise his hips to allow you to have your way, his hips raising just enough to allow your to move your hand between your bodies. The soft hair on his abdomen tickles the palm of your hand and you let your fingers roam to the hem of his pants, until you feel the bulge. He inhales sharply when you palm him through his pants, his muscles clenching hardly when he finally gets some friction. You softly move your hand, feeling his length, the hardness of him, his balls, heavy and full. He takes a shaky breath, his eyes closing for a second, before he opens them abruptly and leans down to kiss you. His lips are glued to yours, deepening the kiss while he angles his face to push his tongue just a bit rougher against yours. You finally move your hand inside his pants, fingers hesitating for a second at the hem, but then you slide them under the fabric and reach for his cock.

He is big. Big and warm, wet with precum already, and you trace the shape with one of your fingers while your other hand holds his shoulders for support.

You explore his cock, getting a feel of him, how long he is, how he feels against your skin- and you love every single second of it. You softly close your hand around his shaft and start stroking, being rewarded with an airy gasp against your lips. You start jerking him of, moving your hand in a steady rhythm, while making sure that you don't push him too far. "So good," he rasps against your lips and you moan in response, feeling a wave of adrenaline rushing through your body. Your free hand moves to his ass, boldly pulling the fabric down, and clumsily you release his cock after you managed to pull his pants down just enough to have his cock spring free and to poke between your legs.

You only now realize that he is indeed bigger than you thought- just having him pressing himself against your body makes your eyes open widely. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, observing al of your reactions while he waits for you to make a move, effectively showing you that you're in charge. He just hovers above you and looks at you expectantly.

As if you could stop now. Your body is screaming for him, aching for him and you simply spread your legs further and gently grab his cock, lining him up at your entrance without any more words.

His eyes widen, clearly surprised by you taking the initiative this fast, but he nods and seems to brace himself for what you're about to do. You collect some of your slick with the mushroom head of his cock, making sure he is well-lubricated before you line him up once again. Atsumu suddenly takes in a sharp breath and pushes his hips back, just out of reach for you now- much to your confusion. Did you read the signs wrong? What if he doesn't want to-

"Do ya want me to use a condom? I don't mind, ya just hafta tell me and-" he starts and vaguely gestures towards the bedroom, and you look at him wide eyed.

"Tsumu-" you whisper, your heart swelling with affection, tears almost dwelling in your eyes at his honest expression. "I uhm... I'm assuming that you're clean? i don't mind if you... if you don't use a condom. I use contraceptives." You know that your cheeks are bright red while you keep talking, but the moment just feels so painfully intimate, when you're basically asking him to fuck you raw- it almost feels like love. It makes you vulnerable and you have a hard time looking into his eyes, but he is quick to turn your face towards him, his hand gently cupping your chin, while more of his weight suddenly lasts on you.

He looks at you for a moment, not saying anything, simply studying your face before he presses his lips against yours in a longing and gentle kiss. You return the kiss your hands quickly wrapping around his broad shoulders while you move your lips against his. He pulls back, his eyes so soft while he watches you. "Your trust means a lot to me. I'll make sure to keep it forever."

You're too flustered to say anything, your heart heavily pounding in your chest, so you take that as a cue and line his cock up at your entrance, this time angling your hips a bit, until the head of his cock disappears between your folds and stretches you out. "Please-" you gasp for air when you feel him pushing inside. You see how his gaze turns hazy, your own eyes also unable to focus on the sight of him while he pushes deeper and deeper inside of you, until he's finally bottoming out. His breath is shaky, his facial expression looks like a mixture of shock and pure bliss. "Yer- squeezin' me- so good, fuck," his eyes roll back, his muscles clenching hard while he tries to keep his weight as steady as he can.

You're not any better under him. His cock feels so big inside of you, a stretch that you haven't felt for so long, feeling better like anything you've ever had before. You feel tears dwelling in your eyes- from pleasure and from feeling so close to him, so connected like you're meant to be with each other, and he is quick to notice the change in your expression. "What's wrong?" He seems more focused when he leans down to press kisses to your cheeks, your nose, your lips, gentle while he holds you. "N-nothing. It's just- I'm feeling a lot of things right now- please, Tsumu, I- I just like you so much-" your voice is low and soft, and he lifts his face to look at you, his expression so gentle and kind, you're sure that you'll never forget this moment. "I like ya too. Don't wanna live without ya, y/n. Yer precious to me- in a way I don't think anyone has been precious to me." His confesses, and you feel like your heart is skipping a beat.

He's not confessing his love to you- you've only known each other for a few months, with a rather long pause during the incident, it's too early to talk about love. Yet, you're convinced that he feels the same. That you're both made for each other and will love each other. Unconditionally.

You both don't need more words, and he presses his forehead against yours and looks deeply into your eyes while he starts to move his hips. Your jaw drops and your lips part slightly when he pulls away, his cock almost leaving you completely before he thrusts back in, slowly and controlled, so much that it drives you crazy. You can't even talk and beg him to do it again, yet he still understands what you need, and repeats the motion, thrusting into you nice and slow just how he is convinced that you like it. You moan softly, your breath meeting his lips while he starts setting a pace, sensual and slow, angling his hips slightly different until your hands grab into his shoulders just a bit harder when he hits the spot that makes you see stars. He curses when you clench around him, but he doesn't stop but keeps thrusting just a bit harder.

You don't know how long he keeps on fucking you like this, the pace nice and slow, just like lovers would, both of you enjoying the pleasure of being so, so close to each other, until you can't help but to feel your high approaching. Your legs wrap tighter around his waist, your heels digging into his back while you clench around him, knowing that you're almost there. His facial expression shifts at that sensation and his eyes shoot wide open.

"Fuck- y/n-" he groans and suddenly grabs your hips tighter when he pulls out- completely this time. Your jaw drops at the loss of friction, your hips trying to fight against his grip to bring him to push back into you- fruitlessly.

"Why are you-" you whine, feeling robbed and empty, your body needing him to be closer, needing him to give you something. "Shhh, I got ya." He moves your hips and you understand what he's trying to do, helping him to move your body until you're kneeling in front of him. The new position makes you tremble uncontrollably, and you know that his gaze is focused on your pussy while you nervously shift in his grip. "So, so pretty," he groans and leans down to press a kiss against your ass cheek, and you whimper at the praise.

"My pretty princess, I'll make ya feel so good, 'kay? Just a bit more, can ya wait for me, huh? I'll fill ya up nice and good if ya do." You could come from his dirty talk and his voice alone, your pussy helplessly clenching at the thought of what there is to come, and you loudly moan when he finally pushes inside, the angle so much deeper than before, it makes you see starts and until you tighten around him like a vice. He curses, his hands gripping your ass cheeks hard and spreading them to watch his cock disappear into your wet folds. You meet his thrust, desperate for more friction, and he slams back into you harder, making you slowly lose your mind. Your arms give up and your face lands on the pillow, but you barely notice that, all of your nerves only consisting of the pleasure that Atsumu is giving you.

"Fuck, y/n- can ya cum for me? Can ya do that, pretty princess?" He groans, one of his hands releasing your ass to rub circles on your clit- a little sloppy and uncoordinated at first, but when he finally hits the spot you drool on the bed sheets. "Tsumu- gonna cum- gonna cum for you-" you whine out loudly, and it only spurs him on to move faster until you cry out his name, only able to form this one word while you clench around him and reach your high. You realize that he's cumming to, but he doesn't slow down, his groans turning into an overstimulated whimper while he keeps on fucking you while cumming. He's coming so much inside of you, it's already dripping down your leg before he's even finished, but you enjoy the feeling of the hot sticky liquid on your skin.

You don't know how much time has passed until you finally calm down and simply lose all tension. He softly pulls out and places your hips on the couch before he collapses and flatly lays down on his back next to you. His arms reach out for you, and you allow him to pull you against his sweaty chest. You're sweaty too- something that you only notice now, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's probably used to sweat anyway. His hand starts caressing your hair, and your fingers roam along his chest, feeling the soft flushed skin under your fingers.

"How was it?" His hand still caresses your hair while you lay on his chest, listening contently to the sound of his heartbeat with a smile forming on your lips. "That was... really good," you airily laugh and cuddle closer against his chest, and he wraps his free arm tightly around you, instantly making you feel warmer when your barely clad chest presses against his naked one.

"Just really good? I'll need to work on my stamina, can't have ya sayin' really good only. Wasn't that mind blowing or something like that? Felt mind-blowing to me at least."

You softly snort at his words and look up to him, only to find him looking at you fondly. "Wanna stay over? I'll order some take out and we can finish that movie?" His eyes flicker to the screen, only to see that the movie is basically over. "Or we can start another movie. I think there is a sequel to that."

"Shouldn't we finish the first one before we start the sequel?" You look at him with raised brows, and he laughs softly at your reaction. "You're perfect. Just stay right here." His arm wraps around you, and you feel warmth in your heart,

while you lie in the arms of your husband.

[yupthisisshe]

For What It’s He’s Worth - Neville x gn! Reader

A/n: warning - negative self-talk (Neville talks badly about himself but reader quickly tells him how wrong he is); gender neutral reader; reader and Neville are not dating but reader is in love with Neville (they are def mutually pining in my head but reader doesn't officially know that in this piece and its not really hinted at on Neville's part); this is mostly just one poignant moment between the two and practically no other plot; its angsty fluff (I think?)

“But maybe that’s all I’m good for. Forgetting and being forgotten.” Neville says with such acceptance that your heart cracks in two because you can tell he has considered this too many times.

“No!” You exclaim, nearing a shout.

“[Y/n]…” he says quietly. Unsure where you are going with this, but understanding how heartfelt this moment is.

“I won't let you talk about yourself like that! I won't!” he was the melancholy one, but you were the one nearing tears.

“But it's true,” he says with the saddest smile you’ve ever seen. The tears became harder to hold back just looking at him. How can he believe this?!

“It’s not! You're not forgettable! Neville, you are so unforgettable that from the moment I saw you I've never been able to forget you! Not even for a moment!“ you couldn't tell if you were being hysterical but you didn't care. He needed to know, to truly understand that he was not forgettable. He was so much more than he gave himself credit for. You didn't care if you had to scream it from the astronomy tower or coddle him nightly while whispering it into his ear like it was the only words you knew besides “I love you.” Three words which you weren't sure you had the courage to say just yet, but you could tell him this: he. Was. Unforgettable. And nothing less.

“[Y/n]…” was all he could say. He didn’t know what to think. No one had ever said anything to him to indicate that he was anything but forgettable. Not everyone made him feel that he was, but no one had ever told him he was, in fact, unforgettable. He couldn’t believe it. Was he truly memorable after all?

Both of you stood there, unspeaking. Tears began to seep from your eyes. You couldn’t hold them back anymore. Neville still didn’t know what to think of himself, but he did know that he had to show you how much he appreciated your words and how much he appreciated you. He knew what it felt like to feel and be ignored and unheard. He never wanted you to feel that way. He rushed to embrace you and you returned the motion. The two of you remained that way for a while, not saying anything, but feeling it all.

From that night forward, whenever Neville felt forgettable, he remembered that moment with you, as well as all the other moments he has spent with you. He remembered you and the bond he shared with you and he knew: He was worth more than he gave himself credit for. He was not forgettable. Even if he didn’t feel it, in your eyes, he was indescribably amazing and utterly unforgettable. And as time went on, he not only knew this, but began to believe it, and to live and breathe with it as the truth. Because it was, and he could feel that now.

[waterfallofspace]

Reminiscing On Rebuttals.

The one in which W/olfwood seems to have a cold, and V/ash dips into his memories in order to fight the urge to say something about it. Feat. A ‘not-so-surprise’ twist as to the cause of the ‘sickness’. Also featuring V/ashwood because this is absolutely a date even though neither of them can admit it. 

Made ~this post~ and asked for suggestions, W/olfwood was picked to be the one suffering by @lycheeehehe and since I wholeheartedly agree, and deeply love this man, here’s the results of that suggestion! (sorry for ANOTHER tag <3)

To anyone who reads this, thank you! And I hope you enjoy it~~

(Contains references to swearing and mild violence, in case anyone doesn’t like those!) 

Characters: V/ash, W/olfwood, + flashback/memories featuring M/eryl and R/oberto Word count: 3.6k

~~~~~~~ “Over here, Needle noggin.” Vash waves, giving Wolfwood a warm smile as he enters the dome. The sentiment is not returned, but he does get the signature smirk, cigarette hanging from his mouth, as usual. ‘Whoops- probably should have warned him ahead of time…’ “H- hey, you actually can’t smoke in here.” Wolfwood pauses, giving Vash a measured look, dropping and crushing it with a huff. Vash responds with a sheepish smile, before gasping, holding up a finger. “I actually have something you can have instead!” He digs frantically through his pockets, ‘Come on, where did I leave it… I know I put it somewhe- ah-hah! Got it!’ He stands tall, eyes closing as the smile takes over his cheeks, and holds out the lollipop. “You bought me candy?” “Well… yeah! I figured that you’d be unhappy with the no smoking rule, but I remember you sometimes like to suck on candies instead, so… w- was it not right..?” There’s a hesitation in Wolfwood’s posture that Vash can’t seem to read, but after a pause, he takes it. Vash lets the smile brush back over his face, turning on his heel to start giving Wolfwood a tour, before he pauses. “What was that?” Wolfwood’s stiff, and Vash notices the way his face has a bit more colour then it did a minute ago. “What was what, blondie?” “Hm… nothing, I guess. Just thought I heard something.” “We’re in a fucking bubble of plants. You probably heard some, I don’t know, plant noises.” A laugh shakes Vash’s body, even Wolfwood cracking a smile at the sound. Vash lightly grips his arm, letting the excitement flow through him again. “Can I give you a tour? There’s a lot that’s changed since the last time you’ve been here, and I wanna show you all of it! My favourite is probably the trees, they’re so huge, oh wait no, my favourite is actually th-” “knNNT’chh-!” “Oh, bless you Nicholas!” “N- not yehht- hH’GNxxt’chh-! dnGT’chh-!uhhh...”  “Bless you again! Are you-” “I’m fine, focus on the tour.” It would be more convincing if he didn’t have to break away to let an itchy cough dance through his chest at the end. Vash lets his grip tighten on Wolfwood’s arm, the latter still not having pulled away. They stand like that for a moment, Vash feeling every shiver that runs down Wolfwood’s spine travel up his arm as the coughing breaks off into heady sniffles. Vash can feel the question simmering on his tongue, starting to burn his mouth. ‘Are you sick?’ But before he lets it out, his mind drags him back to travelling with Meryl and Roberto. ~~~ “Are ya sick, Wolfie?” “I t- told you… hH’ZSHHHEEW-! God almighty- I told you not to call me that.” Roberto raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. ‘It doesn’t suit him’ Vash allows himself to think, throwing a blessing at Wolfwood before glancing back over at Meryl, who has pressed herself as far away from the coughing man as she can manage in such a small car. “You didn’t answer the question.” “I’m not sick. hEH’KESHHH’AA!” “Bless you!”  “Real convincing.”  “Wel- eh’kNTSSHHH’AA-! Fucking- hAH’IHHZZSHHEEW-! If you weren’t plannin’ on listening to my answer, why ask the damn question at all?”  “Bless you!”  Vash can’t help but chuckle, blushing slightly at the dirty look Roberto shoots him for the laughter. “I- I mean, he’s got a point, what his answer was gonna be was k- kinda obvious.” “See? Even spiky hair gets it.” “Vash isn’t exactly the blueprint for how to be honest ‘bout your health.” “I guess you’re right there, but that don’t mean I’m sick just because blondie agreed with me. His lack of self care ain’t relevant. heHhh-! Christ, not agai- eH’AAIYESHH’AA-!”  “B- bless you…” The pint tint deepens as Vash sinks into his seat, shooting Roberto a sheepish grin, met with a shrug, before glancing back at Wolfwood. He manages to catch the hiss that scrapes through the tired man’s throat as he brings his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his defined nose. “Headache?” He’s careful to keep his voice down, Meryl and Roberto having started a conversation ‘More like argument’ about her driving style. Wolfwood gives a slight grimace in his direction, letting his eyes flutter shut as he roughly attempts to crush all of his nose in his wrist, unsuccessfully, as the tickle takes over again. “hAH’AIISHHH’AA-!”  Meryl jumps once more, though Vash can’t tell if it’s from the noise or the fear of germs. Either way Wolfwood doesn’t miss it, neither does Vash miss the pale red starting to spread across his ears. In an effort to remedy the situation, Vash pulls out a pile of crumpled napkins, handing them over with a silent smile in lieu of a blessing. Wolfwood gives him a slight nod of thanks before burying his nose in a few rapidly pressed against his face. “hH’MMFFFSHHH’UHH-!” “Bless you.” It’s barely a whisper, but Vash knows it was heard. He lets his hand wander up from the seat to rest against Wolfwood’s shoulder, wincing at the tension that meets him. Wolfwood meets his eyes, a flicker of something burning in them that Vash can’t help but yearn for. “Sleep.” Wolfwood nods, letting his head fall to the side, the side that Vash’s hand just so happens to be placed on. Vash lets out a warm smile, eyes jumping to the front to make sure they’re not being observed. After confirming they’re not, he runs his hand against the tired man’s cheek, his blush spreading deeper at the slight congested sigh he’s met with, shortly replaced with stuffy snores.  ~~~ “You’re not gonna faint on me, are ya?”  Vash feels the world rush back into focus, Wolfwood’s expression teasing, but with a hint of genuine concern drifting in his eyes. ‘Oh, I totally just spaced out… how long was I not paying attention? It’s not like I can tell him what I was thinking about… come on Vash, think on your feet, you’re supposed to be good at this!’  “N- no of course not! Sorry I was uh… just thinking about p- plants…” Wolfwood raises an eyebrow at this and Vash mentally smacks himself. Thankfully, Wolfwood doesn’t fight it any further, most likely too focused on directing another wet sniffle at his shoulder, followed by an entirely too itchy throat clearing. “Alright then. eH’GNT’chh-! You gonna start showing me the plants instead of jus’ thinkin’ about them?” “Bless you! Right, of course, let’s go left first, that’s where the trees are, work our way back over to the far right, that’s where my favourite ones are!” “Lead the way, blondie.” A squeak escapes Vash’s mouth as he beams at Wolfwood, grabbing his arm again and dragging him off towards the trees. He can’t help but try to speed a bit through the explanations as Wolfwood’s sniffling seems to increase to a near constant level. Light, yet itchy sounding coughs keep spinning him away from Vash. ‘And then there’s the sneezing that he seems determined to stifle til it kills him, stubborn idiot.’ “hH’dnXGT-! haHHhh-! iH’ASH’nxxGT’choo-!”  “Bless you…” Wolfwood responds with a deep sniff, letting his nose rub against his wrist with an urgency that seems almost too personal to watch. Vash turns away to give him a bit of space, feeling his chest clench at the way the last one nearly broke through. “R- ready to continue?” “Go ‘head, keep talking about your trees.” “Actually we’re onto the bushes now! I know, it seems a bit like trees but smaller, but there’s actually a load of differences. So firstly-”  Vash lets himself start rambling out facts about bushes as easily as breathing. He’s spent days on end studying each plant in the dome, listening to people talk about them, reading about them anywhere he can find information. ‘There’s just something so soothing about them… a simplicity that humans don’t seem to share. It’s one of the things I love most about humanity, and yet… also something I adore about the plants.’ A slight hum pulls Vash out of his monologue, letting his eyes rest comfortably on Wolfwood’s gruff form. His hand is permanently pressed to his nose, a slight cough escaping on every second sentence, colour starting to spread through his cheeks. Despite all this, Vash can tell he’s listening to every fact, soaking in all the beauty of nature. And maybe, soaking in the beauty of something else too.  “You said these things flower, and then grow berries from those flowers?” “Yeah! Which is really fascinating because the flowers themselves aren’t particularly tasty, or edible for that matter, but the berries are delicious!”  “If you say so. hEH’enGNXT-! dtKNgxxt’-!” “Bless you. It’s actually surprising how many plants are edible, and which ones taste good! See, some look good, but don’t tast-” “hA’DANGTT-! S- shit… huHhh-! Guhh… ihhh… hiHH’AIIESHHH’AA-!” “Oh, bless you again!”  “Don’t waste your breath, needle noggin. You were saying something about tasting good?” Vash tries to recall the point he was making, but his attention is preoccupied watching Wolfwood attempt to rub his nose clean off his face. He lets out another light cough, stumbling a bit with the effort taken to contain the sneezes that follow right on its heels. ‘Seems they’re not satisfied being crushed into oblivion anymore.’ Vash fights the instinct to offer a blessing, instead offering a distraction from the miserable sniffling. “EHHNGXT’choo-! hehh’SHHkngtt’choo-!” “Can’t remember what I was saying before, but that’s okay, you’ve probably had enough bush facts… Let’s move to the flowers instead, some of my favourites are over there! They just have such beautiful colours, it’s almost like a sunrise but in a physical form, plus-” Grabbing Wolfwood’s arm yet again, Vash practically skips over to the flowers, his excitement only dulled by the way Wolfwood flinches away from Vash into his shoulder to stifle another set.  “iH’hNGtt-! eh’KngXT-!” “Bless you.” “Thanks, blondie… excuse me.”  Standing in front of the flowers, gesturing to a field of poppies, Vash finds himself studying Wolfwood, trying to catalogue symptoms. ‘He doesn’t seem feverish, but there’s the sneezing, sniffling, he’s got a cough, and his voice seems to be getting hoarse. Though, I can’t tell if that’s from the stifling or a sore throat. And then he excused himself instead of brushing it off or making a joke… he’s gotta be feeling worse than he’s letting on… I should really say something… but…’   ~~~ “INKGT’shoo-!” “Bless you. You should really stop that, you’re gonna implode.” “Thanks for the concern shortie, but it’s misplaced. You should be more worried about the fucking mob waiting to skin us alive outside the door. Thanks for that, stampede.”  Vash blushes, Roberto and Wolfwood shooting matching glares in his direction while Meryl offers a sympathetic smile.  “I tried to warn you! I said they weren’t exactly fans of mine here…” Meryl suddenly joins in on the glares, Vash feeling his face run pale, a sheepish smile forming as she waves her hands around with an irritated retort.  “That’s not the same thing as ‘oh hey guys, heads up, the whole town will actively try to hunt me down and kill me’.” “hH’AIIYYZZSHHEWW-! RRSHHH’AA-!” Roberto rolls his eyes as Vash and Meryl offer simultaneous blessings, Wolfwood brushing them off with a rough sigh, turning his attention back to the crack between the boards of the window they’re crouched around.  “It looks to be about ten, maybe fifteen at most. I could take maybe six on a good day.” “Is this a good day, undertaker?” “heHhH-! hEPT’TNGGK’choo-! Christ- iHH’ZZSHHHEEW-!” Meryl and Vash echo the previous blessing, prompting a new round of eyerolls from Roberto, Wolfwood joining in this time, before Roberto casts his eyes back on the sickly man.   “Gonna take that as a no.” “I’m fine. Now are we gonna do this or what, blondie?” “Y- yeah… I mean… or we could try to find a back way, run away before they can get in…?” “An- AYYZZSCHHH’OO-! And why exactly would we do that?”  A nervous smile works its way across Vash’s face as he goes to answer, Meryl shooting him a pointed look he chooses to ignore. ‘Someone’s gotta say something… he’s gonna get himself killed if he tries to go out there in this state.’ “Bless you… and well… you seem a… a bit… sick- hey, ouch!” Vash yelps as Wolfwood’s hand meets the back of his head with a rough swat. Roberto lets out a light chuckle which Meryl glares at him for, giving Vash a soft smile as he rights himself. Wolfwood, however, is glowering at him. “I am not sick. I don’t get sick. heHhh…! Oh for fucks- hEH’KNNZSSHHHEW-!” “Deny as much as you’d like, Wolfie-” “Don’t call me that.” “-the fact remains, you’re in no state to take on this many people. Stampede is right, for once, we should try to find a back way out and sneak away.” “Fine, I ain’t gonna fight you. Rather save my energy for kicking this one’s ass for getting us into this mess.” Another blush spreads across Vash’s ears, dipping down into his cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck with his hand. Wolfwood smirks a little at the display, before dipping back into his chest with another harsh outburst.  “knNGT’ZSHHH’oo-! IHHZZYYSHHHEW-!” “Bless you.”  There’s silence in response, but as Meryl and Roberto head downstairs to start scoping out possible exits, Wolfwood lets his head rest against Vash’s shoulder, sniffling deepling as the position loosens the congestion. Vash lets a soft smile form, running his fingers through Wolfwood’s hair, giggling at the sigh it releases. “I’ve got you, Nicholas.” “I know, blondie.” ~~~ The scene finishes playing in Vash’s mind. As he regains conscious-thought he finds, much to his alarm, that he’s been talking the whole time. ‘So final verdict, mentioning the illness leads to physical retaliation, but if I just keep up what I’m doing he’ll seek comfort on his own terms. I can do that. Side point, it seems I can just rattle off facts about flowers without even being consciously aware of it…’ “-and that’s why I enjoy lavender. Do I talk in my sleep?” Wolfwood who’s been nodding along, offering light hums or growls between the outpouring of his symptoms suddenly stops, raising an eyebrow as he casts a smirk towards Vash. “Where did that come from?” “I just- uhh… was wondering..?” “hEH’INNGT’shoo-! Well-”  “Bless you.” “-not much that I’ve heard, just a few words here and there.” “What?! And no one ever thought to tell me?” Vash gets a shrug in response, but a mischief dances through Wolfwood’s watery eyes, smirk deepening against his cheeks. ‘He’s obviously feeling well enough to make fun of me still, though given his mindset of denial, that just means he isn’t on death's door yet.’  “I guess it must’ve slipped my mind. hH’ESHNXXT’shoo-! Damn it.”  “Bless you. D- do you maybe have a…” Wolfwood throws a dirty glare his way, eyes daring Vash to finish the sentence. In response, Vash feels his cheeks warm, ears starting to faintly burn. It’s quickly replaced by a pang of concern as the latest sneeze has left Wolfwood slightly trembling as he attempts to catch his breath. ‘I need a new plan, something to get him sitting down so he can rest, without being too obvious. I could say that I need to rest, but he wouldn’t buy that… Oh I got it!’  “Do you wanna come see my favourite flowers? They’re called sunflowers, they’re so tall and bright yellow with a black center, it’s just stunning, wanna see..?” “That’s what I’m here for, ain’t it?” The response sounds cold, but there’s a playful tone in Wolfwood’s voice that sends chills down Vash’s spine. His hand trembles at the thought of grabbing him again, ‘Maybe I shouldn’t keep pulling on him… I don’t know if he wants-’ but before he can spiral too far, Wolfwood lets his own hand grip Vash’s. Neither of them says a word, matching colours blooming over their cheeks as Vash leads him towards the flowers.  “There’s a bench in the middle of the field, it’s practically surrounded by them, can we sit on it..? I really like how close you feel to them on it.” “hept’IZNNGT’choo-! Scuse me. If you insist, blondie. Your tour after all.” Despite the way he rolls his eyes, Vash can hear the sigh Wolfwood releases as he sits, elbows resting on his knees as he lets his head fall into his hands. Vash starts to ramble on about the sunflowers, but is cut off before he even finishes the first sentence. “I love how tall they are, they even reach up to our hea-” “hAH’AIIIYYSHH’OO-! KZZSHHH’AA-! hiHhH’IZZSHHH’AA-!” “Bless yo-” “KNG-ZZSHH’AA-! I can’t… hUH’EEYSHHHEWW-! AIIEESHHHEW-! RRSHHHH’AA-! I can’t stop… heHhH-! ahh…. iHH’KNGTT-DTGXT-huH’IZZSSHHH’OO-!” “Are you okay-?” Vash’s panicked tone comes with a frantic attempt to figure out why Wolfwood’s suddenly so much worse. He lets his worried gaze run across Wolfwood’s convulsing form, a stabbing pain in his heart as the sneezing man attempts to give him a wide eyed look. He only succeeds in prying open his eyes for a second before the onslaught crushes them shut once more. “hEH’KETSCHHH’AA-! eh’kNTSHhhew-! What the fuck is happening- haAhHH-! aiiyESHH-keschhh-rRRESHH’AA-!” “Come on Nico, just try to breathe. Bless you- I don’t understand why it got so much worse?!”  “I- eh’EASCHHH’oo-! hH’RRSHHH’AA-! KESSHH’AA-! Every breath- ma- makesitworse- hEH’INGGTT’choo-!” “Bless you… Every brea- shit Nicholas- stand up, right now, here, grab my arm, just stand up! Why didn’t you say something?”  Wolfwood does as he’s told, and Vash grimaces at the state of his nose as he leaves the safety of his arm to shoot Vash a confused look before ducking back in, smothering another desperate fit. “MMFFSHH’AA-! hEH’INNGT-RRSHHH’AA-! eH’MMFFSHH’OO-!” Vash pulls Wolfwood along at a pace that leaves both of them panting for air as they reach the doors of the dome. He practically throws Wolfwood through them, the panting man slumping down the wall until he’s sitting on the floor, Vash taking a seat next to him. “Christ Nico, why would you enter the dome if this was gonna happen? Bless you again…”  The sudden realization that seems to dawn on Wolfwood’s face between desperate hitching nearly gets a laugh out of Vash. Without a word, Wolfwood ducks back into his shoulder, aiming away from Vash but entirely giving up on catching them. Vash takes a deep breath to calm himself, noticing how they’re already sounding slightly softer.  “uhH’ZZSHHHEWW-! yyyiESSHH’aa-! hh’AIISHhh’oo-!” “Here, bless you by the way, take these, they’re not much, but it should help.” Wolfwood greedily accepts the napkins, attempting to crush his defined nose into the stack as another set pushes its way out of his battered sinuses. “heHh’knNGSHH’oo-! iZZSHHHEEW-! Fuckin- hAH’AIISHH’aa-!” “Bless you. Jeez, I thought you were just sick? Why didn’t you tell me?”  “I als- heH’ESHHEEWW-! Also thought I w- hH’RRUSHH’AA-! was just si... sick- hAH’keTCHshh’oo-!”  Another itchy cough leaves both wincing as Wolfwood attempts to suck air back into his lungs between spasms. Vash runs through the events in his head, too distracted to offer a blessing. ‘I should have noticed… when he’s sick it usually starts in his throat, he should have been hoarse before the sneezing started… I was just so distracted by the plants…’ “It’s my fault, I’m sorry. I should have noticed, or said something, I just…” Wolfwood lets out a rough laugh as the coughing fades out, sending the burning feeling back to Vash’s gut. Chills run down his spine as he realizes one of Wolfwood’s hands is still clinging to his. Wolfwood sniffles deep and wet before he responds. “Not your fault. I’m not the easiest person, am I, blondie?” “Heh… not exactly…” “Seems I’m not the easiest allergic person ei- heH’IZZSHH’AA-! either.” “Bless you… Again- I’m really sorry Nicholas, I shoul-” A light squeeze to his hand shuts Vash’s mouth mid word. His eyes trace up to Wolfwoods, shivering at the warmth that’s waiting for him. “Not your fault. I’ve had this sort of reaction to things before. Turns out I’m a pretty allergy prone guy I guess. Christ- eH’KETSHHEEW-! aiiYESHH’aa-! Might be one of the reasons I enjoy trudging the desert so much. Don’t normally run into much besides sand.”  “Bless you. You have allergies?” “Yeah, and what of it? They’re actually a sign your immune system works too well. Plus I guess I needed something to combat the fact I basically never get sick. Wouldn’t be fair to all you folk if I just got to be immune to everything.” Vash allows the laugh bubbling up in his chest to reveal itself, mind flashing back to all the many, many times he’d seen Wolfwood sick. ‘Denial to the very end. Predictable as always, Nicholas.’ Wolfwood’s smile brightens at the sound, dark eyes feeling nothing but warm as Vash soaks them in. “hEh’aiiYEshh’oo-!” “You’re starting to sound a bit better, bless you. I guess not being in the dome helps. And it probably helps to not be sitting at nose-level with all that polle-” “hEH’RRUSHHH’AA-! IZZSHHHEEEW-! Oh god blondie, don’t even say the word.” “Bless you! Sorry! Why don’t we go see if home has some medication somewhere.” Wolfwood coughs again, lighter but still itchy, and lets out another deep sniff. “Sounds like a plan. hept’ktSHHAA-!” “Bless you, Nicholas.”  “Thank you, Vash.” Shivers run down his spine at the use of his name. ‘People call me that all the time but… somehow it feels so… personal… when he does it.’ A bright smile slips across his face, Wolfwood echoing it with one of his own, whispering something under his breath that Vash just catches, before standing and starting to head toward home.  “I’ve always loved your real smile.” 

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 155

warnings: dual pov, john wick chapter four spoilers (if you haven’t seen it and don’t want spoilers, do not read!) mentions of vomiting HMH masterlist

The lines at Disneyland haven’t been too bad. Thankfully the babies have been in great mood as well--considering the jet lag and warm weather, you’re fully surprised that Ronan has been so good. You’re sure she’s just happy to finally see you and John again. She slept in bed with the two of you last night since neither of you wanted to let her go, even just for the night. Being away from her was a lot harder than you expected, but at least you managed a couple days alone with John.

“What should we ride first?” you ask John, and he just chuckles and looks down at Ronan in his arms.

When he first mentioned Disneyland, it never crossed your mind that she wouldn’t be able to go on rides. You were too busy thinking about how excited you were to be going. But John assured you that Ronan will be able to go on plenty of things as long as the two of you hold her. It’ll mostly be tame little boat rides, but you don’t mind that. You planned on going on them anyway, you might as well bring her along with.

“Dude!” Jimmy taps John’s shoulder and points at a roller coaster, “We gotta go!”

“I wanna go!” Tess raises her hand and looks at you, “Goose?”

You smile, nodding your head, “Yeah, of course.”

John inhales deeply and nods, “Yeah, I’m up for it.”

“I wanna ride with you,” Tess says over her shoulder, and you nod. “The boys can ride together.”

The line is long but after waiting about 15 minutes you’re finally up to the front. You stand next to Tess and smile at John, who is just looking at you with not much expression on his face.

“You good?” you ask, and he nods his head, giving you a thumbs up. “You sure? You’re quiet.”

“I’m good, peach.” he smiles, then he leans down and kisses you. “Don’t get too scared.”

You gasp, “I would never!”

The gates open and people filter into their carts, and you sit in one in front of John and Jimmy. You get your belt on and try to look back to see John but since he’s sitting directly behind you, you can’t see him. You look over your shoulder more and see Jimmy talking to him and laughing. Hopefully John is okay.

As the ride takes off, the air is filled with laughter and screams--the screaming is mostly Jimmy at this point. You hold hands with Tess and throw your hands up in the air as you go through the twists and turns, and you squeeze her hand tighter when you see the first big dipping coming up. You both scream with laughter and look at one another.

Leaning over, you yell over the wind blowing in your face, “Is John okay? Can you see him?”

Tess turns a little and nods her head, “Yeah, he’s smiling.”

The smile on your face grows bigger before you scream loudly and drop down the next dip, your stomach doing a little flip. Your hair is a mess on your head by the time the coaster is going back to the station, and you laugh when you see Tess’ blonde curls all in her face.

“We gotta go again,” Jimmy says before he’s even out of his seat.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Tess grabs his arm and hugs it, “I’m riding with you this time!”

Before you can tell them that you’re good, they’re running off to get in line again. John reaches down and helps you out, making sure you’ve found your footing, then he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Your hair is a mess.”

“I know, I should have worn it up. I have some hair ties in my bag.” you say, then you look at him, immediately stopping and widening your eyes when you see his face is pale as a ghost, “Are you okay?”

John stops and turns to you, “Yeah, why?”

“John, your face…” you put your hand over your mouth and laugh, “Baby, you’re so pale.”

“I’m okay. I just need some water.”

You reach up and cup his cheek before pressing your palm to his forehead, “Sweetheart, you look sick.”

“I’m okay,” he whispers, and you look into his eyes again.

“Babe,” you begin to worry more as you look at him, “You look like you’re going to throw up.”

John reaches out for the railing and swallows, “I’m okay.”

“You have motion sickness, Jonathan.” your mom says, and you look over your shoulder at her. “Honey, you need to sit down.”

“Think he’s okay?” Jimmy jokes, and you playfully slap his arm.

You walk over to the stroller and grab your bottle of water, then you gesture for John to sit on the bench. He takes the water and finishes what’s left in it, and Dan hands him another bottle. You pour a little water onto a napkin and gently dab it against John’s cheek and forehead.

“I don’t want everyone to make a big fuss,” he says quietly to you, and you nod your head.

“Hey, if you guys want to go ahead, that’s fine. We’re just gonna hang out here.” you wave your hand, “Go on. We’ll catch up.”

John rests his elbows on his knees and puts his head down, “Holy shit, I’m gonna throw up.”

“Bathroom is right there,” you rub his back and smile softly when he looks at you, and he gets up and hurries off.

Tess looks back and gives you a thumbs up, asking if you’re okay. You give her a thumbs up and laugh when she holds up her phone. You’ll text her when John gets back.

Loud groups of children decked out in Disney attire and their tired parents move past as you wait for John on the bench, and you finally see him coming back out. He lets out a small laugh when you perk up.

“I’m fine,” he laughs, sitting down next to you.

“I didn’t realize roller coasters made you sick.”

John laughs, “You and me both. First time on one.”

“What?” you gasp loudly, causing a few people to look over but you don’t care. “John! You’ve never been on a roller coaster before?”

“When would I have ever been on a roller coaster?” he asks, and you both laugh.

You nod, “Yeah, that makes sense. I guess there wasn’t much time for that back then, huh? Well, I won’t make you go on any other rides.”

“I still want to go on rides with Ro,” he says, patting your thigh, “But they are nothing like that one.”

A small laugh escapes your lips as you look up at it, “Yeah, it was a pretty intense one for your first roller coaster. You’re lucky mom isn’t over here. If she knew that it was your first ride, she’d take your picture standing next to the sign like you’re five.”

“Yeah, definitely don’t want that.”

“I can’t believe you just went on a ride and didn’t even tell me that it was your first.”

John shrugs, “Didn’t want to be left out, or seem like I was holding everyone back or something.”

“We would never think that, babe,” you reach over and press your hand to his cheek, “You feel better?”

“I do,” he nods, and you lean over to kiss his cheek, “Yeah, might want to rinse my mouth out first. Thanks for staying with me.”

“Of course.” you smile at him, and he rolls his eyes when you start to laugh, “I’m sorry! I just didn’t expect you to be sick after the first ride. I didn’t know! Had I know, I wouldn’t have gone on it.”

John squeezes your thigh, “It’s fine. Should we go find everyone? Maybe take Ro on a ride.”

“Yeah, I think she’ll like the Peter Pan ride.” you stand up and reach for his hands to pull him up from the bench, “I think you’ll be okay on that one.”

“You don’t get sick?”

You scoff, “Hell no! My mom used to get us wristbands for this amusement park every summer. Tess and I would spend the whole day there. Mom would pack us a bag with snacks for the day, drop us off, and pick us up at 8. We rode everything. But I do know something you can ride that won’t make you sick.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” John looks down at you. You start to smirk as you point to yourself, and he laughs, “You?”

“Yup!”

John chuckles, shaking his head, “Nah, I think I have something you can ride.”

“Well, as long as you don’t throw up anymore today, I’m so down. Not really into vomit-breath.”

“I do have toothpaste, you know.” he jokes, and you laugh as you lean up to kiss him.

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John was not too pleased to see how charming Flynn Rider was, but you thought it was pretty funny. Ronan absolutely loved him and thought he was very funny as well. She laughed and kicked her legs, and she even leaned over for him to take her. He and Rapunzel fawned over her, which made you tear up since Tangled is becoming her new favorite obsession lately. When you turn it on, she just sits quietly and watches it.

The plan is definitely for her to meet more princesses, but right now you’re taking her on her very first ride. You might have teared up a little. She’s sitting in John’s lap looking around at all of the pretty lights, and she’s squealing happily every so often.

“God, she’s getting so big.” you frown before leaning over to kiss her, “Stop growing up! You need to stay my little baby girl forever.”

John leans forward to see her face, “I hate it. I want her to stay little forever.”

“She’s getting so much personality though,” you say, smiling at the two of them, “She looks so much like you, babe.”

“You say that a lot, but I don’t think you realize how alike you two are,” he says, and you look at him, “She is so much like you too. She makes all these goofy faces just like you. She’s starting to look so much more like you too--that dimple is killing me.”

Ronan’s cheeks are squished when John hugs her and kisses her, then he points at the little Tinkerbell on the wall. She waves her hands in the air and dances along to the song, then she looks over at you like she’s waiting for you to dance. You rock a little in your seat and smile wide at her. When John joins in, she giggles loudly, showing off her two little teeth that have come in.

God, how does she already have teeth?

You frown a little thinking about how fast this is all going by. Soon she’ll be getting her license and going to prom. You absolutely hate it. Instead of focusing on that and how fast time flies, you scoot over and rest your cheek on John’s shoulder, laughing quietly every time Ronan squeals happily.

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Even though you already saw a lot of the famous landmarks in Paris, you have no problem going to see them again. Your mom is dead-set on going to a few places in particular, so that’s what is on the agenda for today. The kids are in a stroller that is being pushed by her on the sidewalk. It probably wasn’t a great idea to put them in a stroller since the sidewalks are narrow but it’s better than carrying them or chasing Finn down when he runs off.

John is holding tight to your hand as the two of you walk behind everyone else, but he’s been…different today. Just really quiet. You noticed it last night actually, after dinner. Surely his stomach can’t hurt from Disneyland two days ago. It’s something else. He barely touched on his time in Paris--he really didn’t say anything other than after Helen, he stopped here. You don’t know exactly what happened in Paris but you can tell it was something big. You’d never straight up ask him since you don’t want to push him to talk about something he’s not ready to talk about.

“Soccer cure.” Jimmy says, and you furrow your brow.

“What?”

Jimmy laughs, “Soccer cure.”

“What is he saying?” you ask as you look at John, “He’s your best friend.”

John laughs and gestures to Tess, “He’s her husband.”

Tess rolls her eyes and laughs, “I have no clue. Sometimes I tune him out.”

“He means Sacré-Coeur,” John finally says, and you look up at him, “It’s the Basilica--”

You look at your mom with your brow furrowed, “Mom, isn’t that the picture that Grandma had in her living room?”

Your mom stops walking and turns to you, “Yes, and she was in love with it. She talked about how beautiful it was every time I went over there near the end before she…anyway, yes, and I want to go see it.”

“We will, honey.” Dan says, touching her arm.

“Turn right at the end of the street,” John says, and you look at him when his voice is so monotone. “It’ll lead you there.”

You lace your fingers with his and smile softly at him, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” he says, avoiding looking at you.

“Okay,” you squeeze his hand before you let go of it and speed up a little to walk with Tess.

He doesn’t want to talk right now and that’s fine. You know when John needs his space. You won’t push him on it. You look over your shoulder at him as he shoves his hands in his pockets and stares ahead, a little crease in between his brows like he’s worried or overthinking. Jimmy ends up falling back to walk with John, and you link arms with Tess as you all continue down the street and turn where John tells you to.

“Oh, shit!” Jimmy starts to laugh, and you all look back at him as he nudges John’s arm, “You wanna take the stairs?”

You look back and see the staircase, then you look at John, “What about the stairs?”

“Oh, you don’t know?” Jimmy says, and you furrow your brow in confusion, “John--”

John clears his throat and glances at your parents before looking at Jimmy, who is quick to pick up that John doesn’t want this information--whatever it is--to be broadcast in front of them.

“222 stairs.” your mom says, shaking her head, “Could you imagine going up those? How are we going to get up them with the stroller?”

You’re not an idiot and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out something happened on these stairs. John’s world and his past life is…incredibly insane.

You walk over to John and hold his gaze, “So, the stairs…”

“Yeah,” he takes a deep breath and finally lets out a small laugh, “The stairs.”

You cock up your brow and gesture with your hands, “Just a wild guess here, but this isn’t your first time seeing them.”

“Definitely not.”

“Hmm,” you nod your head and look up at the stairs.

John points, “You can go down a little and there’s a hill that you can go up instead. You’ll end up in the same place at the top.”

“Let’s do that.” your mom says, and Jimmy jogs over to get the stroller so he can push the kiddos.

“So,” you look at John and smile, “Hill or the stairs?”

John looks up at the stairs like they’re something he really needs to conquer, “You with me?”

“Always,” you put your hand out and smile when he laces his fingers with yours. You look over at the group and smile, “Meet you at the top.”

You and John head up the first set of steps in silence. They aren’t too bad--yet. That quickly changes after the second set.

“Hold on,” you hold your side and wince, “Side cramp.”

John leans against the light post and watches you, smiling when you look at him with one eye squeezed shut, “You good?”

“No!” you laugh and stand up straight, “How does someone do this?”

“Try doing it about three times in a row.”

You let out a loud laugh and give John an incredulous look, “No fucking thanks!”

John looks up the rest of the stairs and shakes his head, “Definitely didn’t think I’d see these stairs again.”

“Was Paris your last stop before home?” you ask, and John nods without looking at you. “So, it all ended here?”

“Yeah.” he says, but he doesn’t give you anything else.

You reach out and squeeze his hand, smiling softly when he looks at you, “We don’t have to talk about it.”

He looks back at the stairs, then he reaches for your hand as the two of you start your way up the next set of steps. He stops for a few moments to make sure you’re okay, then you head up the next set.

“Damn, my glutes are on fire!” you laugh breathlessly, looking over at John in hopes he’ll get a kick out of it, but he doesn’t even crack a smile.

He’s having a battle of his own in his head right now, so you just go silent and make it up the rest of the stairs. You really want to complain about how your feet hurt and your legs too, but you don’t. You just stay quiet and hold his hand.

“Hey!” Jimmy waves, then he bends over and puts his hands on his knees, “Holy shit, that hill is no joke. Stairs must be worse.”

“They certainly weren’t fun,” you say, letting go of John’s hand so you can push Ronan’s wispy brown hair out of her face as she sleeps in the stroller.

Tess leans against Jimmy and closes her eyes, “I’m passing out as soon as we get back to the hotel.”

“We have more places to see! Come on!” your mom walks past you with so much pep in her step that you wonder where the hell she gets all her energy.

Everyone follows behind your mom like she’s the teacher leading you all on a field trip. You lean down to check on Ronan and help carry the stroller up a few steps before you finally stand in front of the beautiful basilica. Your mom is tearing up and taking pictures of it, and Tess is too. She brought her fancy camera so she’s able to get some really good shots.

“Mom, can you get one of the three of us?” Tess asks as she hands her camera to your mom, but she puts her hands up and shakes her head. Tess looks at you and laughs, “She’s too scared to hold my camera. Would you mind?”

You take the camera and snap a few shots of Jimmy, Tess, and Finn, then you get some of shots of just Jimmy and Tess. Ronan fusses a little when she sees that Finn isn’t in the stroller now, so your mom gets her out.

“Want some pictures with your family?” Tess asks, taking the camera back.

“Yes! Of course.” you look over your shoulder and furrow your brow, spinning around in a circle in search of John, “John? John? Jonathan?”

Where the hell did he go? You wander around and call out his name a few more times until you finally spot him sitting on the steps. Looking over your shoulder, you put your hand up to let everyone know it’s okay and that you’ll be back. You head down the steps and sit next John, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” he glances at you and looks out at the skyline, and you follow his gaze. “It’s beautiful here.”

You wrap your arms around your knees and nod, “It is.”

After a few moments of silence, John takes a deep breath, “Don’t you want to know all this stuff about me? Aren’t you wondering what happened on the stairs?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I want to know!”

“You just never ask,” he finally looks at you and shrugs. “And you always say we don’t need to talk about it.”

You turn to him and rest your hand on his arm, “Because I’m respecting your boundaries and past. I would never make you talk about this stuff, Jonathan. This is your life. These are big moments from your past. Big, tough, heartbreaking moments. I would never push you to talk about that stuff if you don’t want to. I want you to tell me everything. I want to know what you were doing May 9th, 2017! I want to know it all. Everything. Every detail. Even the ones you deem unimportant.

John nods, “I guess I started assuming that you just didn’t want to know. Most people would just ask--Jimmy does. I don’t tell you a lot because it’s hard. Hard for me to explain. Hard for you to hear. It’s just a hard thing overall.”

“I know,” you look down as he plays with your fingers, “But I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, there’s nothing you can say that will scare me away. I’m in way too deep with you.”

“I’m not worried about scaring you,” he looks into your eyes and sighs, “I’m worried I’ll break your heart.”

Your heart immediately sinks, “Well, now you’ve scared me.”

John chuckles as he turns to face you more, “Not like that, peach.”

“You can’t play with a girl’s emotions like that, babe.” you laugh and jokingly wipe your brow, “Scared me.”

“I don’t know what I was doing May 9th, 2017,” he says, and you start to laugh, “But if you’d like to hear about Paris, I’ll tell you.”

You shake your head, “It’s not up to me. It’s up to you. It’s if you want to tell me. Of course I want to know. I want to know everything. But it’s not up to me. It’s you. If you want to tell me, then I’ll gladly sit and listen to you. You know me, I love to listen to you. And if you decide that this is something you want to keep for just you, for just John Wick, then I will respect that. You know that.”

“How are you so understanding?” he asks in disbelief.

You smile softly, “Because I really fucking love you.”

“Dada!” Ronan squeals loudly, and you both look back to see her holding Tess’ hands as she walks down the steps--Tess is really just holding her and helping.

You look back at John and smile, “Someone misses her favorite guy.”

“Hey, bug,” John takes Ronan and sets her in his lap, then he kisses her cheek. He looks over at you and tucks your hair behind your ear before he leans over to kiss you. “Last time I was here, I thought this was the end. I thought that would be the last sunrise I’d ever see. My only thought was…”

You smile when John looks at you, then you shrug a little, “It’s okay.”

“She was my last thought,” he whispers like it’s a secret, then he looks at you again, “I’m sorry I just admitted that to you.”

You let out a small laugh, “It’s okay. It was like five years ago. I think it’s okay to admit you were thinking about another woman--your wife at the time. Trust me, John, I get it.”

“I just…” he looks out at the skyline again before he hugs Ronan closer, “I thought it was the end.”

“But it was just the beginning, really, wasn’t it?”

John laughs when you scrunch your face up in disgust over how cheesy that was, “Yeah. I laid on these steps and accepted that it was the end for me, but I had no idea that my life was going to change after.”

“Ah!” Ronan holds up a Cheerio in front of John and tries to feed it to him. She babbles and giggles when he eats it out of her hand.

“Oh, it was soggy.” he spits it into his hand and wipes on the cement.

You scoot closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder, “If you want to tell me about it sometime, I’m all ears.”

“Maybe later?” he asks, and you smile as you nod. “I think right now we need to do a little photoshoot with my gorgeous girls. I want to make some new memories here--some good memories.”

Ronan kicks her legs and babbles loudly, pointing at a hot air balloon in the sky, then she looks at John like she’s waiting for him to explain what it is. He chuckles softly and kisses her cheek, squishing her face a little when he hugs her tight. You prop your elbow on your knee and rest your head in your hand as you look at him, holding tight and loving on his baby girl.

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When you got back to the hotel, John was still a little quiet, but he wasn’t at all like he was this morning. He didn’t tell you anything but he started to talk with the family more and even walked with your mom alone for a bit. No doubt he was gushing about Ronan or something from the smile on her face and how he kept glancing over at the two of you since she was sitting in your lap. He’s still processing what happened to him, you’re sure. It must be a lot to wrap your head around, and being here with your family on top of it all must be jarring.

You’re all back at the hotel now and sitting on the balcony, looking out at the Eiffel Tower and eating ice cream. Ronan has it all over her face and clothing, so she’ll definitely be needing a bath, which will be perfect since she’s going to be a little hyped up from the sugar. She loves to play in the bath and she loves when her daddy makes silly voices and makes her toys talk to her. He has a way of making everything magical, not only for her but for you as well.

“Hey…” John whispers in your ear from behind you, and you look over your shoulder, “Watcha doin?”

You start to laugh, “Just sitting here. What about you?”

“Just admiring you from afar,” he says, and you roll your eyes before tilting your head back to kiss him.

“You should admire me up close, Wick!” you tease, and he leans over the couch and wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck and shoulder.

John exhales and buries his face in the crook of your neck so his voice is muffled, “I have plans for us tomorrow, so don’t plan anything with anyone else.”

“Okay,” you turn your head to the side to look at him, “Are they sexy plans?”

“No, but we can have those tonight.”

You start to laugh, “Well, from the past few days we’ve been here, we have established that our bed does not make a sound even when you’re…ripping me in half, so…”

“Yeah, the bed is quiet,” he holds your gaze and cocks up his brow, “What’s not so quiet is you.”

“Well,” you put your hands up as you shrug, “That’s not my fault. You’re just too good, so I think you’re to blame for that, really.”

John pecks your cheek as he laughs, “I’ll take the blame.”

“Of course you will,” you cup his face and kiss him again, “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too,” he whispers, then he looks over when Ronan pulls herself up on your pants. “Hi, bug. Looks like you had some ice cream.”

Ronan is grinning wide and shaking her head fast from side to side, the sugar clearly hitting her. She screams loudly and reaches one hand up for you, so you pick her up and put her in your lap.

It’s kind of amazing how babies can go from super hyper to zonked out. Ronan leans against your chest and twitches a few times, then she’s out like a light, sleeping soundly with your shirt clutched in her grip. You pry her fingers open and stand up, then you head inside and lay her down on the couch to change her out of her clothes and into her pajamas that John has grabbed. John also brings a warm washcloth and wipes away the chocolate on her face.

Since there’s a few bedrooms upstairs, that’s where her and Finn are sleeping. You head upstairs with John right behind you, of course, and you put Ronan into the pack ‘n play. She moves around until she’s comfortable, then she smacks her lips and lets out a small sigh.

“Ah, to be a baby.” John says, and you look over at him, “They fall asleep so fast.”

“I distinctively remember you passing the fuck out last night. You didn’t wake up once.”

John laughs, “You wear me out.”

“Oh, do I?”

“Yes, you do.” he pulls you closer and kisses you tenderly as you back out of the room.

Your mom clears her throat and smiles when you both look at her, “Dad and I are heading to bed. We’ll get the babies in the morning.”

“Thanks, mom.” you walk over and hug her tight, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” she says, then she squeezes John’s hand, “You two have fun.”

You widen your eyes and stare at her as the blood drains from your body, “What? Why would we be having fun tonight?”

Your mom playfully squints her eyes, then she laughs, “I meant tomorrow.”

“Oh,” you blink a few times and feel your cheeks burning red with embarrassment, “Right, yeah, of course.”

“Goodnight,” she says, smiling at you before she slips into her room.

You look at John and smile when he starts to laugh, “Extra quiet tonight.”

John puts his hands up and backs away, “I can’t make any promises. You know me, I’m just ‘too good.’”

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In true John Wick fashion, he has kept you completely in the dark about where you’re going today. All you knew was that it was take a little while to get there, that you were to wear something cute and breezy (Tess’ words) which meant you were to wear a summer dress and some sensible shoes to walk in. Thankfully you packed lots of shoes and dresses.

How John is able to keep his mouth shut about surprises always blows your mind. Whenever you have something planned for him, you almost blurt it out because you’re so excited. He’s just so good at keeping secrets.

The two of you boarded the train, found your seats, and sat down. The train took off a few minutes later but you have no idea where you’re headed. You don’t even know what direction you’re going but it’s nice to look out the window and see everything going by.

John reaches into your purse and pulls out the water bottle, then he offers it to you. You take a quick sip and hand it back to him before you cross your legs and links arms with him. He leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Soooo…” you look at him and smile.

John shakes his head, “Not telling.”

“You never tell me where we’re going!”

“That’s what most people call a surprise, peach. It’s a surprise.” he says, and you playfully roll your eyes at him. “You’re going to love it.”

You look at him and purse your lips, “Have I mentioned wanting to go there before?”

“No.”

“Then how do you know I’m going to love it?” you tease, and John’s face falls as he begins to worry. You widen your eyes and turn to him, “Oh my god, John! No, babe, I’m going to love it! I am!”

John sighs, “Well, now I’m worried.”

“No!” you put your hands over your face and sink into your seat, “Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. John, babe, you know I’m gonna love it. You know me better than anyone.”

“I know,” he says, and you look at him, “But I really hope you do like it. I’m trying really hard to impress you.”

“What? Why? Well, wait…wow, that was a lot of w’s.” you say as you both laugh, “John, this whole trip has been amazing. You don’t need to impress me! If I’m honest, you impress me when you’re still here after we get into a fight or when I’m being…well, difficult. You don’t need to do extravagant things to impress me, Jonathan.”

John nods his head and takes a deep breath, “You’ve never been to Paris before, so we’re doing everything I can think of. This won’t be our only trip here, but I want this one to be memorable.”

“It’s my first trip here. It’s my first trip here with you. It’s going to be memorable no matter what.” you look out the window as the trains glides on the tracks, “I’ve never been on a train.”

“We’ve ridden the subway before.”

You scoff and wave him off, “That’s different. The subway doesn’t count.”

“Do you remember when we rode the subway that one time?”

You laugh as you nod and look at him, “That drunk guy in front of just vomited all over the floor and passed out.”

“Had to have four officers come in and carry him out.” he says, then he reaches for your hand, “Let’s hope we don’t have a Train to Busan incident.”

“Don’t say that!” you gasp, widening your eyes, “That’s just my luck. And it’s the perfect plot. Two Americans stuck in a foreign country when the zombie apocalypse starts.”

John cocks up his brow, “I’m not American.”

“You’re…whatever.” you laugh, then you look at him. “Would you protect me if zombies came?”

“Nah, I’d throw you down so I could get away.” he says, and you gasp loudly, playfully hitting his arm as he laughs. “Well, what kind of question was that? Also why does everything go to the zombie apocalypse with you?”

You tilt your head back against the seat and chuckle, “I don’t know.”

“It’s funny.” he says, and you look at him, “You’re the funniest person I know, you know that?”

“Even funnier than Jimmy?”

John chuckles softly, “Even funnier than Jimmy.”

“Wow,” you grin wide, “Wait ‘til he gets a load of that.”

“Oh, you can’t tell him.” he widens his eyes, shaking his head, “It’ll be bad for you, not for me. Actually I take that back. It’ll be bad for all of us. The jokes won’t stop.”

You link your arm with his again, “His jokes aren’t too bad.”

“Nah,” he presses his cheek to the top of your head, “But you’re still funnier.”

You scoff, “Duh.”

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**

After getting off the train, it was a just a short walk to get to our final destination. It was a nice walk though. The weather is perfect here today. It’s 80 and sunny, but there’s a pretty decent breeze to keep us cool. Y/N has her hair down and is wearing a dress that blows in the breeze, and I have to say: I am married to the most beautiful woman ever.

She has no clue where we are as of right now, and I’m honestly pretty proud of myself for being able to pull this whole thing off. She’s become quite sneaky so I’m surprised she hasn’t found out where we’re going. I know she eavesdrops sometimes when I talk with her mom even though she’ll deny it. I can’t lie, I do the same thing too.

“Oooh,” Y/N coos when she sees the gardens in front of us overflowing with white and pink flowers, “This is so pretty. Is this someone’s house?”

“It was…” I nod, and she perks up and looks at me. I start to laugh, “It wasn’t mine. I’ve never lived here.”

Y/N shrugs, “Well, I dunno. I feel like you’ve been around the world quite a few times. I don’t know where you’ve lived.”

“New York, mostly.” I nod, and she leans down to smell a peony. “New York is my home. Has been for a long time.”

“You’ve made it my home too.” she says, reaching for my hand, “I’d never feel at home there if it weren’t for you.”

I let out a small laugh, “You would have made it your home eventually.”

“Nope.” she shakes her head, turning her nose up and smiling, “It was all because of you.”

“Well, thank you. I’ll take the compliment.” I pull her closer to me to kiss her, then I open the gate and gesture for her to go ahead. She furrows her brow and looks at the house before looking at me. I chuckle, nodding my head, “This is your surprise.”

She stares at me for a moment before the color drains from her face, “You bought a house?”

I start to laugh, “No. I would definitely talk about that with you first.”

“Oh, thank god.” She puts her hand over her heart and closes her eyes, “I don’t want more houses.”

“I don’t either,” I look up at the house covered in vines and flowers, “This is Monet’s Garden.”

Y/N looks at the house and stands on her tiptoes to get a better look around, then she looks at me, “Oh, shit.”

“Yeah,” I laugh, nodding and smiling, “Should we go explore? We got the place to ourselves for a bit.”

A loud squeal comes out of her mouth as she rushes over to hug me, then she grabs my hand and yanks me along with her, rushing through the beds of purple tulips and roses.

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I had to get in contact with someone to set this whole thing up, but it went well. After we explored the gardens for a bit and took tons of pictures--Thank you, Tess, for letting me borrow your camera--we sat down on a blanket and had lunch. We just talked about the trip so far and how we dread going home now that our family is here. If they weren’t, surely we’d be beyond excited to head home.

“I just still can’t believe that you love me.”

She looks at me like it’s the most outrageous thing I’ve ever said, which is probably is since I haven’t said much for a few minutes now and it was completely out of no where.

Y/N shakes her head and takes my hand, “John, babe, you’re my best friend. Loving you is so easy.”

“I’ve just…I’ve done some shit, Y/N.” I shake my head as I look down, then I look at her, her gaze still fixed on me and still so full of love.

“What if…” she turns to face me, reaching for both my hands, “It was me instead? What if it was me who had this…unbelievable life? What if it was me who had done all of those things that you’ve done? What if it were me who had been through hell and back? Would you still love me?”

I furrow my brow, “Yeah, but--”

“No,” she presses her finger to my lips, “You would love me. Simple as that. No buts. Just like I love you, no buts.”

I smile when she starts to laugh, “No butts?”

“No buts.” she rolls her eyes playfully and laughs, “No if, ands, or buts about it. I love you. There is no question or hesitation, John. The way that you love me is the way that I love you. I know that you feel like you’re not deserving of my love, but trust me, you’re the only one deserving of it. And if it wasn’t me here--I hate to think about it--but if it wasn’t me and it was someone else, you would deserve their love too. But…there’s never going to be someone else because I’ll beat the shit out of them for trying to take my man!”

I laugh as I bring her face to mine so I can kiss her, “I would beat the shit out of someone for trying to take you too.”

“Oh, good.” she smiles at me before kissing me, “Very protective over you.”

“You have no idea how protective I am of you.” I whisper, looking into her eyes, “I’d burn the world down for you.”

She smiles softly, “I know you would, but I’d never ask that of you. I just want you to have a nice life, and I really hope I’m doing my best at giving you that.”

“You absolutely are. Don’t ever question that. I have the best life I could have ever imagined,” I say, and she shrugs bashfully when I look at her, “And that’s because of you. When I got out, I never thought that my life would be this great. I thought I’d just go home and live in peace as a free man. I thought I’d just have Bleu. I didn’t even think I’d have Jimmy as my friend when I got out. I didn’t have anyone.”

Y/N smiles, “Now look at you!”

“Yeah!” I laugh, nodding my head before I look down. I reach out to take a bite of a sandwich, then I look up at her as she looks around the garden. She plays with her food for a moment before she sets it down. “What’s going on in that head of yours, peach?”

“Just thinking,” she says in the sweetest voice, then she shrugs, “You’ve never told me much about Paris.”

I set my sandwich down and sigh as I look at her, “Because it’s probably the hardest thing I’ll ever have to tell you.”

Y/N scoots closer to me and holds my hand as she looks at me with soft eyes and a soft smile, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Well…” I wipe my mouth and hands off on a napkin before looking at her, “I think I’m ready.”

“Wait!” she scoots down and rolls over to lay on her stomach, then she props her head up on her hands and smiles at me, “I’m ready!”

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**

“And then Winston and The King--”

“Wait, what’s his name?” you ask, and John shrugs one shoulder. Though it’s certainly not the place nor time, you start to laugh, “You don’t know his name?”

John shakes his head, “No.”

“You just call him The King?”

“Yeah, everyone does.”

You start to laugh again, “His name is probably something really random, like Wilbur or Dennis.”

John chuckles a little, “Or Kenneth.”

“Yeah!” you laugh harder before you stop and smile at John, “Keep going, babe.”

“Anyway, he…found me, took me back to a safe place, and I got stitched up, probably slept for days on end. Bleu was next to me the whole time, never left my side.”

You look into his eyes when he finally meets your gaze, “You never told me any of this until now. Why?”

“It’s really fucking hard, Y/N. I was…on the brink of not coming back and I knew…I knew the moment I spoke those words that I just did, this is the reaction I would get,” he gestures to you as you start to cry, “The last thing I ever want is to make you upset. Hearing about your husband’s near death experience isn’t fun and it’s certainly not a fun topic of conversation.”

You wipe the tears off your face, “No, but it allows me to know you even more. Have you thinking about it the whole time we’ve been here?”

John shrugs, “Not really at first, to be honest. I didn’t really start to think about it until we passed a few places that reminded me. You have a good way of taking up most of the thoughts in my brain.”

“It’s a pleasure, Mr. Wick.” you smile, and he leans over to kiss your cheek.

“I guess being here again just conjured up those memories and I wanted to talk about it.” he looks at you and nods, “I wanted to talk to you about it all.”

“I taught you well,” you throw him a wink, which elicits a laugh from him.

Hearing about John’s past is always hard. No one wants to hear about someone they love being hunted down and hurt…literally repeatedly. But John is strong. He’s a fighter. He gets back up. He gets knocked down 200 times, he’ll get up 201 times. He will always fight, you know that. You’re so beyond proud of him and who he is, who he was, and who he is becoming. He’s the best man you’ve ever met; every version of him is the best.

Even though you know what a fighter he is, it’s still hard to imagine the things he told you today. Being thrown over railings and falling several feet to the hard ground, hanged, stabbed, shot at, hit by cars. It’s genuinely a miracle that he’s even still alive. But again, John isn’t one to give up.

“I can’t believe you have all of your teeth.” you say, and John furrows his brow before he laughs loudly.

“What?”

You look at him and laugh, “I don’t know. I’m just thinking. With the amount of shit you’ve been through, you’d think you’d have missing teeth or something.”

“Of course I have my teeth!” he chuckles, shaking his head, then he points to his tooth, “But this one is fake.”

You gasp loudly and put your hands over your mouth, “What? Jonathan! We’ve been together this whole time and I never knew your tooth was fake!”

John clearly finds this assuming since he’s laughing, “What? Did you want me to lead with that when we met? Hi, I think you’re beautiful and would love to get to know you. By the way, my tooth is fake.”

You clean closer and look at him, “It doesn’t look fake.”

“That’s the point.” he lets out a small and leans over to kiss your cheek.

“You are so gorgeous,” you whisper to him, and he smiles as he pulls you closer and lays you down on the blanket, “Oh, you’re gonna make out with me in Monet’s Garden?”

John chuckles softly against your lips, “First time for everything.”

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Two strong and warm arms wrap around your waist, and you immediately melt back against John’s chest as a smile spreads on your face. He presses a few kisses to your shoulder, then he kisses your cheek and looks out at the Parisian skyline for one last time.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m gonna miss this place,” you whisper softly, then you shrug, “But I am excited to get home. I miss Bleu. I miss the shop. I miss our bed.”

John nods, “Bleu is going to be so excited to see us.”

“I hate being away from him, but I know he’s being taken care of.”

Bleu went with Grace and Tony before you left. Grace was beyond thrilled to have him while you were gone. She’s going to be so sad when you’re home and she has to hand him back over though.

“I’m excited to get back to life though.” you inhale deeply and wrap John’s arms around you tighter, “As much as I love going on trips and being in different countries, I have to admit that I really do love our life back in New York and I miss it. I miss the simplicity of it. The…normality and routine.”

“Yeah, I understand that.” he moves your hair off your shoulder and smiles when you look at him, “Plus Ro will be needing her monthly check-up soon.”

You laugh, scrunching your face up a little, “Isn’t it so lame that I’m looking forward to all of that? I look forward to going home and doing chores and running errands. How dumb is that?”

“It’s not dumb,” he shakes his head and turns you around so your back is against the railing and you’re facing him. “It means you really like our life, and I do too. I can’t wait to get home and do all of that stuff.”

“I really love doing life with you, John.” you tear up as he smiles. “I think that’s why I’m so excited to get home; I get to do all that mundane shit with you.”

John touches your chin before leaning down to kiss you, “I really love doing life with you too.”

You wrap your arms around John’s neck and deepen the kiss, holding tight to him and never letting go.

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