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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 151

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The stress levels in the house this morning are a little out of control. John is nervous, which makes you nervous, which makes him nervous, and it makes you even more nervous. It’s just a big ball of nervousness. It’s John’s surgery day tomorrow morning. It’s been a fucking nerve wracking few days.

You know it’ll go okay. He knows it will too, but you’re both still nervous. John is so nervous since he’s not ready to not have control over things for a while. He’ll be down and out for about three to six weeks they said, which really isn’t that bad in your mind, but to John, of course he sees it as a life of sitting on the couch while you and Ronan run around and have fun.

Unfortunately with him being so nervous, he’s been a little bit of an ass. He doesn’t mean to be, of course, but he is being one. You obviously have no problem calling him out on it, and now it’s escalated into a massive fight where the two of you are just arguing with one another. It’s been going on all morning now.

You went to your room to take a shower and get ready for the day, but John just followed you and continued arguing. At this point, you’re convinced he’s just arguing to argue. Probably just trying to air out his frustrations, but you’re not his emotional punching bag. His arguments don’t even make sense, but you don’t dare say that. You’re not an idiot. That’s how a real argument happens.

“John! Stop!” you turn around and put your hand out, “I’m so fucking sick of this. You’re yelling at me and taking it out on me. I’m not gonna continue to let you yell at me.”

“I’m not yelling.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re not now, but you were! You’re taking all of this out on me like it’s my fault or something. You called and made the fucking appointment, not me. That’s on you. So, what? Now you don’t want to get the surgery?”

“No, I just…” he drops his hands to his sides and shrugs, “I mean, yeah, but…”

You roll your eyes, “If you want to be in pain every time you play with our daughter, then so be it. I can’t tell you what to do.”

“But I want--”

“Obviously you don’t fucking want the surgery!”

John huffs, “I wasn’t going to say I didn’t. I was going to say that I want to be able to do things and I can’t if I’m sitting on the couch.”

You blow out a big breath and put your hands out like you’re calming yourself, “John, listen to me, it’s for three fucking weeks.”

“That’s a lifetime to me. I do so much around here and I won’t be able to if I’m on the couch for weeks.”

You know it’s not true, but you immediately jump to a different conclusion here, “Like I can’t run this house? You think I can’t fucking run this house or take care of you? Of Ronan? I know how to do my fucking job as a mom. I know how to clean and vacuum. I can take care of you two.”

“I didn’t say that!”

“No, you didn’t but it was implied!”

John turns around and walks over to the window and looks out, “I never said you couldn’t run this house--you already do. But you don’t know what it’s like to give up control. You don’t know what it’s like to have to take care of yourself your entire life, then suddenly just stop. You’ve always had someone to take care of you, so you don’t get it.”

“Growing up with a mom who worked six days a week and missed a lot of things with me and Tess, yes, I kind of get it.” you say, but he keeps his back to you, “We had to fend for ourselves a lot. I don’t blame my mom one bit. She did what she had to do to make sure we had a roof over our heads. I still had someone to take care of me, you’re right, but I certainly wasn’t coddled.”

John glances over his shoulder, “I didn’t mean it like that. You know I think your mom is amazing.”

“John, I’m not asking you to fucking move mountains. I’m asking you to sit on a damn couch for three weeks while your body heals.”

He sighs as he looks at you, “I’m supposed to take care of you.”

“I’m not doing this again.” you whisper, and he shakes his head, “We said we’d take care of each other. Why can’t you let me take care of you?”

“That’s not how it works.”

You laugh in disbelief, “It literally is. I take care of you. You take care of me. We take care of Ronan. That’s how it works. Why are you fighting me on this?”

John walks over and sits on the bed with his back to you, “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“I’ve had surgery before,” he says, and you walk over to sit next to him, “But this is the first time I’m having surgery and have something I could lose.”

You furrow your brow, “You’re just getting surgery on your knee.”

“What if I crash?”

“You’re not going to crash, John. You’re completely healthy.” you tilt his chin up so he’ll look at you, “You’ll be fine.”

“Completely healthy people crash all the time.”

You nod slowly, then you look into his eyes, “But not you, I promise. I always keep my promises, don’t I?”

He’s scared. You get it. You’ve never had surgery but you’d probably be freaking out too.

“Look,” you turn to face him as you reach for his hands, “It’s not up to me. It’s up to you. Do you want to get this surgery? If you don’t, we can call and cancel. No big deal. We’ll figure out something else for the pain. Maybe some physical therapy.”

“No, I made the appointment. The doctor is expecting to see me tomorrow. I’ll still do it.” he says, then he looks at you, “You don’t think I’m a wimp, do you?”

You laugh as you lean over to kiss him, “Of course not. With my anxiety, I’d be way worse. I’d have packed my bags and ran.”

John lets out a small laugh as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close so he can kiss the top of your head.

“I should go shower.” you whisper to him, then you get up and grab your towel off the bed.

“Hey,” John calls out to you and holds your gaze, “I know you can take care of Ronan and me, and I’m glad that it’s you that gets to.”

You smile as you nod, “You were just upset.”

“I’m still sorry,” his eyes soften as he looks at you, “I should be taking care of you though.”

“Don’t you think that I want to take care of you?

John laughs a little, “I’m a grown man.”

“And I’m a grown woman,” you say, and John nods. “But you’re my husband. I know that…let me choose my words wisely here, I know that you did everything when you were married to Helen. She was sick, I get it. But I’m not. I can take care of myself.”

John laughs when you close your eyes and groan, “What?”

“I just sounded like every teen drama show where the male main character is trying to protect the female love interest and she goes on about how she can take care of herself.” you roll your eyes, “You’re 16. Neither one of you can take care of yourselves.”

“Peach…” John laughs, trying to get you back on track.

You walk over and sit next to him again, “I know that taking care of the ones you love is something you do, but it’s also something I do. I love you and I want to take care of you, so just stop being stubborn and let me do it. Because, I know you know it, I’m really fucking good at taking care of you.”

“You are.” he bumps your shoulder and looks at you, “I’ll stop being stubborn.”

“For today.” you tease, which makes John laugh. You lean up to give him a few kisses, then you grab your towel, “I’ll be out of the shower in a bit.”

John nods, “I’m gonna get Ro up.”

“Okay.” you smile at him, then you walk to the bathroom. You stop and look over at John as he sighs deeply and his shoulders droop.

Unfortunately no pep talk or even arguing will help with his anxiety over this.  

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You took Ronan to Tess’ house earlier this morning, and now you and John are just getting ready to leave. Ronan will probably come home to visit John when he’s released from the hospital but she’s going to be staying with Tess for a few days.

“Ready, babe?” you ask softly as you lean against the door frame.

John looks up at you and nods, “Yeah.”

He’s been so quiet this morning. You really feel bad. You almost feel bad for suggesting this whole thing in the first place, but he needs to have it done and he knows that. You both know that. And at the end of the day, you suggested it but John was the one to follow through and actually make the appointment. You didn’t pester him about it. He’s a grown man and made the decision himself. A decision you’re pretty happy about.

“At least you don’t have to stay the night at the hospital.” you whisper to him when he gets to you, and he smiles softly. “You just have to stay in a recovery room for a bit until the anesthesia wears off.”

John touches your cheek lightly, “I’m not upset with you.”

You exhale in relief and relax, “Are you sure?”

“If I didn’t want to do this, I would have canceled it by now. I need to get this done. I need to do it.” he says, and you nod your head. He looks down at his watch and kisses your forehead, “We gotta go.”

You grab your keys off the table and hold them, then you stare down at them for a few moments. It’s only been a week since your car accident and you haven’t driven yourself once. John has driven everywhere, and even when he drives, you still cling to the door handle. Now with John about to be recovering for a few weeks, you’ll have to drive. That scares you.

“Hey,” John’s hand gently rests on top of yours, “I’ll drive us there. It’s my left knee too, so I can probably still drive after.”

“Oh, hell no. You are not driving us home after having been put to sleep.”

John laughs, “I mean in a few days. I’ll be fine. We’re stocked up so much on food, I don’t think we’ll be going anywhere for a while. Maybe I should call Jimmy and have him drive us home?”

“I can do it.” you whisper to him, and he looks at you, “I can. I can be brave.”

“I know you can,” he smiles, then he leans down and kisses me, “You’re the bravest person I know.”

You scoff since that can’t possibly be true, then you smile at him, “Ready?”

“I am.” he nods, then he takes the keys from your palm, “But I’m driving there.”

“Fine with me.”

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“I’m starving,” John whispers, and you frown as you nod.

He was told not to eat before surgery and since the surgery was scheduled for the afternoon, he hasn’t eaten since dinner last night.

“I’ll make sure to have something for you when you get back from your surgery. You’ll probably be offered dinner since it’s…” you look at the clock, “Noon. You’ll be out in about--”

The door opens as the doctor comes in, “Mr. and Mrs. Wick.”

John sits up and shakes his hand, then you shake his hand too.

“I see you’re ready to go, got changed and everything.” he says, and you smile since John dreaded putting on the ugly hospital gown. “You might want to take off your wedding ring and whatever jewelry you have.”

John slides his wedding ring off and places it in your palm, “Better keep it in a safe place, Mrs. Wick.”

You laugh as you hold it close to your chest, “Of course.”

“I just wanted to come in and let you know what we’d be doing. It’s a pretty simple procedure and a pretty quick recovery.” the doctor says, and you nod your head when he looks at you and begins to tell you how they’ll insert a small camera into John’s knee to be able to look around and examine his knee. When they find the tear in the meniscus, they remove it and sew him up. He’ll be sent home by the end of the day when the sedation wears off. “Pretty simple and quick. We’ll give you some simple exercises to do at home, but you really won’t be out of the game for long. You should be able to put weight on your leg by tonight, but we’ll give you crutches to help you get around, and I’d also avoid stairs.”

“Sounds good.” John says, then he looks at you.

“Well, someone should be in shortly to wheel you down to surgery. We have a waiting room right outside, so you’re more than welcome to sit and wait.” the doctor says to you, and you nod. He looks at his watch, “I need to check on a few patients, then I’ll be waiting for you.”

John shakes his hand, “Cool.”

You smile at the doctor as he leaves, then you look at John as you walk around the bed to stand between his legs, “I think you’ll be running around in the yard with Ronan in no time.”

“I miss her,” he whispers, and you nod your head. “You’ll FaceTime her when I wake up, right?”

“Of course.”

John rests his hands on your hips, “And you’ll be there with me right when I’m out?”

“If I could sit in on the surgery with you, you know I would. If I could lay on the surgery bed with you, you know I would.”

“I know,” John laughs, and you cup his face to kiss him. “I love you.”

You smooth his hair back and smile, “I love you too.”

A soft knock at the door pulls you away from John, and a young woman comes in with a wheelchair. She smiles softly, then she does a double take when she looks at you.

“Hi,” you smile at her, and she laughs a little. She’s the nurse you threatened to punch the night of your accident. You sent her flowers and a gift card to a nice restaurant in Oyster Bay since you felt so bad for threatening to hit her. Hopefully she understood that it was one of the scariest nights of your life.

“Well, I didn’t expect to see you here.” she smiles, then she gestures to your forehead, “Still healing?”

You touch your temple, “Just a tiny cut, but nothing makeup and my hair can’t hide.”

She laughs as she nods her head, then she looks at you, “Thank you so much for the flowers and gift card.”

“Yeah, of course. Thanks for not slapping me when I threatened to hit you.”

“Hey, I’m a mom. I get it.” she says, then she looks at John, “We’re ready for you.”

John groans quietly as he stands up and looks at you, and you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest. He kisses your head as he rubs your back, then he gives you a long and soft kiss.

“I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll be waiting.” you kiss him once more, then you stand back as he sits in the wheelchair. A smile immediately spreads on your face when he looks up at you with red cheeks, and you laugh, “Hey, you saw my give birth. This is no where near as embarrassing as that.”

John laughs, “It wasn’t embarrassing, it was amazing.”

You smile, then you walk beside him as he’s wheeled down to surgery, holding his hand the whole time. You press a kiss to the back of his hand when you get to the door, then you kiss him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” John whispers, and you lean in to kiss him again. “I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll be here the whole time.”

You smile softly as you stand back and cross your arms, and he looks over his shoulder at you and waves before the doors close.

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The hospital was freezing while John was in surgery, so you quickly ran out and got his sweatshirt from the car. You got several texts from your mom, Tess, and Jimmy, all asking how it’s going, and you told them all that he should be out any minute now. Tess included a picture of Ronan sleeping in her text, and you keep looking at it.

“Mrs. Wick,” someone says, and you look up to see a new nurse, “Your husband is out of surgery and in a recovery room. He’s still asleep, but should be waking up within the hour. You’re more than welcome to go sit with him. Room 306.”

“Thank you.” you smile at her, then you take your bag and hold tight to John’s wedding ring.

You head down the hallway to the recovery rooms, then you find his and slowly push the door open to see him asleep on the bed. You smile as you walk over to him and take his hand, and you lean down and kiss his forehead gently before putting your things on the little table in the corner. You push the chair up next to his bed and hold his hand, then you look down at your phone when you have another text from Jimmy--he’s very worried about his bestie. You decide to open a text group with your mom, Tess, and Jimmy.

Just got out of surgery. He’s still sleeping, should be up soon. I’ll FaceTime with Tess when he’s awake and feeling up for it.

You look back up at John and laugh a little since he’s probably getting such good sleep right now--lucky bastard. You put your phone aside and hold his hand, then you lean your head down and close your eyes.

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Even in your sleep, you know John’s touch. His fingers trail up your cheek and tuck your hair behind your ear, and you smile softly before his thumb slides down your jawline to your lips. You press a soft kiss to his thumb and  slowly open your eyes to look up at him.

“Hi,” he whispers softly, and you sit up.

“Hi, how do you feel?”

John shrugs, “Fine. A little pain.”

You stand up and lean over to kiss him a few times, and he pulls you onto the bed with him. You’re on his right side, so you’re not worried about hurting his knee. He presses his lips to your forehead and keeps them there, then he slides his hand down your arm to your hand where it’s clutched into a fist. He pries your fingers open and lets out a small laugh when he sees his wedding ring hanging loose around your thumb.

“I kept it safe,” you whisper, then you hold it up so he can put it back on. “Does it fit?”

John nods as he looks at the silver ring on his finger, “Of course. Felt weird without it.”

“How long have you been up?”

“Oh, about…15 minutes. I ordered something to eat too. Should be here soon.” he says, and you snuggle closer to him. “You must have been tired.”

You nod and let out a small sigh, “I didn’t sleep very well last night.”

“Were you worried about me?”

“Of course I was.” you sit up and look at him as he smiles, “You’d be worried about me too.”

John nods, “Aboslutely.”

“I was just worried because--”

“Because I’m old.”

You look at him and roll your eyes, “You’re not old. I was worried because…you got into my head yesterday, I won’t lie. You talking about crashing just freaked me out a little.”

John reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “Well, I made it out alive, so you don’t have to worry about anything. I’m out, I’m alive, I’m just…starting to be in a fuck-ton of pain.”

“Oh, a fuck-ton?” you laugh as you walk over to the phone on the wall, then you push the button for the nurses station, “Hi, this is Y/N Wick. My husband has woken up and said the pain is starting to settle in.”

“We can bring down something for him in a moment.”

You nod and smile, “Thank you so much.”

John reaches out for your hand when you hang up, then he tugs it so you’ll lean down to kiss him. You grab your phone and show John the picture of Ronan sleeping, then you hold it up so you can FaceTime with Tess.

Tess’ face pops on screen as she runs and laughs, then she stops and waves, “Hey, currently running away from some kids.”

“Are one of those kids mine?”

“Yup!” she smiles, then she turns around and smiles, “She’s a little crabby today.”

You laugh, “I figured she would be. She didn’t sleep great last night either. None of us did.”

Tess grunts a little as she bends down to sit with Ronan, then she pulls her into her lap and moves the phone down, “How are you doing, John?”

“Pretty good. Just in a little pain right now but they’re coming with some meds for me.” he says, then he smiles when Ronan looks up when she hears his voice, “Hi, bug.”

Ronan makes a noise and looks up at Tess’ phone, then she squeals and reaches forward when she sees her daddy’s face.

You smile and hand your phone to John so he can talk with Ronan, then you get up and walk over to the nurse bringing in John’s meds and food. She tells you that it’s just ibuprofen and when he should take them and how many he should take.

“Yeah, after I eat, I think I can leave. Doc might wanna come check on me but yeah, I’m ready to get home.” he says, and you sit back down next to him, “I really hate being here.”

You lean over to look at your phone, “We’ll be home in a bit. If you don’t mind--”

“She’s your kid!” Tess laughs, furrowing her brow, “And I’m across the street. Of course I don’t mind. Just call me when you want me to come get her.”

“I can’t thank you enough.”

Tess waves it off, “Shut up.”

You laugh as you look at Ronan blowing raspberries as she sits in Tess’ lap, “Well, John is going to eat, then we’ll be home within, I’d say, two hours.”

“Okay. Just text me when you want me to bring her over.” she says, and you nod your head. She looks down at Ronan, “Say bye-bye to momma and daddy.”

Ronan looks at her and says ‘dada’, which makes John laugh as he eats his food. Tess laughs and presses a kiss to her forehead, then she hugs her tight as Ronan squeals.

“Bye,” you sing as you wave at them, then you laugh when Tess holds up Ronan’s hand to make her wave. You hang up and get up to put your phone away, then you sit on the edge of John’s bed, “You’re cool with her coming over for a bit?”

“Of course.”

You laugh, “We’re like part time parents.”

John laughs, “Yeah, let’s not keep it that way. I love our hectic mornings and late nights.”

“Me too.” you smile as you lean over to take a bite of his pudding.

“This is not filling at all.”

You cup his face as you laugh, “I’ll get you something on the way home.”

The door opens behind you, and you look over to see John’s doctor coming in.

“How are we feeling?”

“Pretty good.” John says as he sets his food aside.

The doctor looks at John’s chart and you finally get a glimpse of his name tag and nearly choke. Faartz. His last name is literally farts. John widens his eyes and shakes his head when you look at him, and you turn away to keep yourself from laughing.

“Mrs. Wick, you’re not the first.” Doctor Faartz says, and you look at him. “Trust me, I know. It’s an embarrassing last name. But you grow up with a last name like this, you learn to just roll with it.”

“I am so sorry. I’m usually so mature.” you say, and he laughs when you grimace.

Doctor Faartz laughs, “I actually love it now. Great conversation starter. My wife has a great sense of humor so she’s embraced it as well.”

You smile softly, “Then she must be pretty great.”

“You probably get jokes about your last name.”

“Oh, no where near what you probably get.” you say, then you look at John, “Most of the teasing comes from my brother in law always asking to start a candle company.”

Doctor Faartz laughs, then he sets John’s chart down and walks over to help John up, “I just want to make sure you can put pressure on your leg, then you’re free to go.”

John carefully puts more weight on his leg until he’s standing completely unassisted, “Yeah, feels fine. I mean, it hurts, but not too bad.”

“It might be a little more painful and sore tomorrow, so keep that in mind. Avoid stairs.” he says, and John nods. “You have kids?”

John nods, pride immediately filling his chest, “A daughter, yeah. She’s with her aunt and uncle though.”

Doctor Faartz nods, “Might want to keep her there for the night and tomorrow morning. You’ll be sore tomorrow.”

John nods, “Yeah, that makes sense. She’s 8 months, so she’s crawling a lot.”

“Oof, yeah, keep her clear of your knee.” he laughs, then he takes John’s chart and writes a few things down, “I have a pain killer down at the pharmacy for you. Take it with food. It may cause drowsiness as well.”

“Sounds good.” you say as you take the papers, then you smile at him, “Thank you for everything.”

Doctor Faartz nods his head and shakes your hand, “Of course.”

You walk over and get John’s clothes from his bag, then you grab the sweatpants you packed for him. He pulls the hospital gown off once the doctor has left, then he sits down and watches you as kneel down and help him put some socks on. You carefully put his sweatpants on each leg, then he lifts himself up so you can get them pulled up.

“I fucking hate this already.” he says, and you look at him, “You just had to put my goddamn socks on.”

“Jonathan, don’t start this right now.”

John sighs loudly and puts his shirt on, and he rolls his eyes when you put your hand out to stop him from getting off the bed. You step into the hallway to find the wheelchair waiting, and as soon as you come in with it, he rolls his eyes again.

“Don’t be stubborn. Just sit your ass down in the chair.” you say, and he looks at you. “Now.”

He does it, but not without a groan of annoyance. You know he secretly likes when you get bossy, so he’s probably eating this up.

“The crutches are down at the pharmacy, but the pharmacy is on the other end. I’ll have to drive over there.”

“Can you drive?”

You nod as you grab your bag and put it over your shoulder, “I’ll be fine.”

“Peach…” he reaches for your hand and holds your gaze, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” you nod, then you lean down to kiss him, “Don’t be stubborn.”

John laughs quietly, then he shakes his head, “I hate this, Y/N.”

“I know you do.” you sigh as you stand in front of him, then you get firm with him, “Let me take care of you, Jonathan.”

“I’m supposed to take care of you.”

You put your hand up, “No, we’re supposed to take care of each other. We got married and agreed to take care of one another. I’m pretty sure in our vows it said in sickness and in health, and we both agreed to that. I get it. You hate giving up control. You hate your wife taking care of you for whatever sexist--”

John furrows his brow, “You know that’s not true.”

“I know. And we already had this fight.” you sigh, then you kneel down in front of him, “You’re only down and out for a bit. We’ll chill out on the couch, catch up on some movies, and just hang out. It’s fine, John. Ro will stay with Tess for tonight and maybe tomorrow, then I’ll bring her home. I know you miss her.”

“Thank you.” he whispers, and you lean in to kiss him. “For everything, peach. I mean it.”

You smile at him, “I’m your wife, it’s what I do.”

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Holding tight to the steering wheel, you stare ahead at the hospital parking lot. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you cling to the steering wheel, and you feel John put his hand on your knee.

“You can do this.” he whispers, and you nod, “Just take it a little bit at a time.”

You gently push the gas and feel John grip your leg tighter. You turn slightly to the right to round the curve around the hospital, then you press a little harder on the gas.

“Good job, baby. You’re doing great.” John says, and you reach up to wipe the tear on your cheek, “We’re almost there.”

You slam on the brakes when a car pulls out in front of you, and John grips your leg.

“That was their fault. You’re okay.” he says, and you nod your head. “Keep going, sweetheart.”

You pull up in front of the pharmacy and put the car in park, then you grab your wallet and head inside to get John’s prescription and crutches. You run in quickly to get everything since you just want to get home and not have to drive anymore, then you rush back out to John and stuff the crutches in the backseat and hand him the meds.

“Can you believe that they almost didn’t cover the crutches?” you say as you put on your seat belt and start driving. “She said it’d be about $50 for some damn crutches until she saw our insurance covered it.”

“Yeah…it’s, yeah, ridiculous.”

You laugh and look in the rear view mirror as you switch lanes, “Thank god we have good insurance. Imagine if we didn’t when I had my hemorrhage, or when we had Ro. Yikes.”

“Costs about 14 thousand just to have a baby, and that’s a standard delivery. No private room. I remember looking up all that stuff when you first got pregnant. I was shocked.” he says, and you glance at him, “I am shocked. I am fully shocked, especially right now.”

You laugh as you turn down the road that leads to Mill Neck, “Why?”

“Just am.” he says, and you laugh again. “But yeah, we have great insurance so, that’s good.”

“Are you still hungry?”

John nods, “Yeah, but I’ll just order something when we get home.”

“Sounds good.” you say, then you turn the corner and head down the street to your house. You pull up to a stop and sit there when you realize you just drove from the hospital all the way here without second thought.

“So proud of you, mouse.” John whispers, and you look at him, “And shocked. See how easy it came back to you? The fear went out the window.”

You swallow as you look at him, then you nod, “I’m scared again. I’m thinking about the fact that I’m driving and now I’m scared.”

“You can do it, baby.” he whispers, and you nod as you look ahead. “You got this. We’re only a few blocks from home.”

“I can do this.” you whisper, then you press on the gas and drive through the intersection after looking both ways about five times. You drive slowly past the bookshop, around the construction, then you turn and head down the street, all while John squeezes your leg and tells you how proud he is.

As soon as you get into the garage, you put the car in park and exhale loudly as you relax back in your seat. John pats your leg and smiles when you look at him. He leans over and kisses your cheek, then he turns your face so you’ll kiss him.

“So beyond proud.”

You close your eyes and cry softly as you put your head on his shoulder, “I don’t want to drive again.”

“You will, peach. You like your freedom. You’ll drive again, but if you don’t want to in the meantime, I’m more than happy to drive.” he whispers, and you nod your head. He kisses you a few times, then he smiles when you quickly get out.

You get the crutches and help John out, then you wait to make sure he has his footing before you grab your bags from the back seat. You know he’d rather use the crutches by himself than have you hover, so you don’t. He wants to feel like he’s in control, so you allow him to walk on his own. He doesn’t put much pressure on his left leg, but he takes a few steps and winces in pain.

“Don’t bend it too much for today. We’ll just get you settled on the couch for tonight.” you say, then you jokingly roll your eyes, “I guess you can have the chaise.”

John laughs, “Oh, you’re so generous.”

You laugh as you hold the door open for John, then you put your hands out behind him in case he falls. If he does, you’re most likely going down too--he’s so much bigger than you. You close the door behind you and follow behind him as he walks his way to the couch.

“You’re doin’ good.” you say, and John scoffs.

You put your bag down and immediately start moving around the living room to get John comfortable on the couch. You grab some blankets and pillows, then you wait for him to move to the chaise to lounge out. He can’t quite move his leg, so you reach down and help him put his knee up on the couch, propped up by some pillows.

“Want some ice?”

“Yeah, that’d be good.” John says, then he grabs your hand when you start to walk away, “Thank you.”

You smile softly as you lean down to kiss him, “No need to thank me, Wick.”

Before leaving for the hospital you put an ice pack in the freezer for John. You grab it out and wrap it up in a kitchen towel, then you grab some water and John’s meds. He’ll need some food to take his meds with, but you’re sure he wants to see Ronan. You shoot a quick text to Tess to let her know you’re back and she can bring Ronan over, then you head out to John.

“Okay, what’s for dinner tonight?”

John opens his eyes and tilts his head up, “Pizza sounds ridiculously good right now.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“And that pasta they have.” he says, and you open the food delivery app to order some food. “And garlic knots.”

You laugh as you set your phone down, “Already ordered it all. Ro should be here soon too.”

John nods and watches as you gently place the ice pack on his knee. You sit down next to him and get the few papers the doctor gave, then you spending several minutes looking at the exercises John will need to do.

“Ooh, you can do some mini squats. Tone up that butt.”

John laughs, “What is a mini squat?”

You hop up from the couch and show John, and he laughs when you show him from the side angle too.

“Super simple.” you say, plopping down next to him. “You could get a butt like mine in no time.”

John laughs, shaking his head, “I’m pretty sure no one can have an ass like yours.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty good, huh?” you smirk, and John leans over to kiss you.

Looking out the window, you see Tess coming up the driveway with Ronan, so you get up and rush to the door since you miss her so much. As soon as Ronan hears you calling out her name, she kicks her legs and squeals loudly.

“Hi, baby!” you reach for her and kiss her cheek, “Oh, I’ve missed you so much.”

Tess smiles as she hugs you, “How are things?”

“He’s inside just hanging out.” you say, then you head in.

“Damn!” Tess snaps her fingers when she sees John on the couch, “I was hoping he had a cane instead of crutches so he could yell at kids to get off his lawn and shake it in the air.”

John laughs as he shakes his head, “I get it, I’m old.”

Tess sits down next to him and nudges his shoulder, “Nah, I just love to tease you.”

You bounce Ronan in your arms and walk over to John so he can hold her, then you glance out the window to see your food is here already--a perk of being well known in a small town. Quickly making your way to the door, you grab your food, then you bring it into the living room and immediately flip it open so you can take a piece of pizza. You didn’t realize you were so hungry until just now. John leans forward and takes the piece you’re offering him, and Tess sneaks a piece too.

“We’re going to Jimmy’s parents, but I just want to sneak a piece of this first.” Tess says as she gets up, and you smile at her, “We’ll be home around 8 probably.”

“Perfect.” you nod, then you pinch Ronan’s cheek.

Tess ruffles John’s hair, “Just text me and I’ll come get her.”

“Thank you again.”

“It’s no problem, goose.” she says, then she leans down to hug you, “We like having her. And before you ask, yes, Jimmy has asked about six times already today if I’m ready for another baby. He held Ronan for about two hours straight and is just in love with her. He’s begging for another baby.”

John chuckles, “And what was your answer?”

Tess shrugs, then she laughs, “We’re thinking about trying for baby number two this fall.”

You gasp as you look at her, “Tess!”

Tess laughs, “Yeah, but then I don’t really think I want to be pregnant in the summer. You were miserable.”

“Well, yeah, but Tess!” you get up and hug her tight.

“We’ll see. Nothing is set in stone, of course.” she says, and you nod your head, “Anyway, I better head home. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

You sit back down on the couch with John and grab the pasta that he wanted, then you grab another piece of pizza. Ronan is resting her back against the couch as she sits in John’s lap, and you lean over to kiss her before you get up and grab something for her to eat.

John has the remote and is picking something to watch, and he laughs when Ronan grunts a little, “Did you miss us today?”

“I bet she missed daddy.” you say, and he smiles before pressing a kiss to her head.

You hold up a little noodle for her to eat, and she takes it from your hand and tries to eat it but it doesn’t quite make it into her mouth the first few tries. You and John both laugh as you watch her, then you cheer when she finally eats it.

“Good job!” John smiles, then he takes another bite of his food and groans when he moves his leg a little, “Fuck, that hurts.”

“What can I do?” you ask, already standing up and going through his bag for the meds. You read the bottle and open it to take one out, “This says you might feel drowsy, do you want one now?”

John thinks it through before he shakes his head, “Not while she’s here. I just want to hang out with her before I take one and fall asleep.”

“Okay.” you say softly, then you put his pills back in the bag and set them in the middle of the table so Ronan can’t somehow get them. You reach over to give Ronan a few more pieces of food, then you sit on the couch and watch TV while you eat.

You’re starting to feel like the day is catching up with you, and all you want to do is sink into a warm bath and get into bed but you definitely can’t. You want to be up so that if John needs you, you can get up to help him.

Ronan starts to fuss a little, so you take her and put her on the floor to change her diaper, then you put her in her bouncer so she can play for a little bit while you clean up. You put the pizza and pasta away, then you throw away the rest of the garbage before you grab another ice pack for John. You gently place it on his knee and smile at him, and he grabs your hand and pulls you back to the couch.

“You look tired.”

“I’m okay,” you lie, then you look at John, “Just want to make sure you’re okay. Do you have to use the bathroom?”

John inhales and nods once, “I do.”

You get up and hand John’s crutches to him, then you follow behind him to the bathroom. You won’t sit in the bathroom with him since you don’t want him to be uncomfortable, but you’ll just be outside the door if he needs help. You close the door a little and hear John laugh, so you open it.

“What?”

“You’re so cute.” John smiles, and you roll your eyes as you shut the door a little. “Alright, I’m done, mommy.”

You open the door and roll your eyes again, “I’m just trying to help you without hovering.”

“I know,” he washes his hands and laughs, “You’re doing a good job, baby.”

“Thanks.” you smile softly, then you walk with him back to the couch. You see John wincing and clenching his jaw more as he sits down, so you grab the meds and hold it up, “Just take them.”

John sighs and takes the pill, then he drinks some water, “I just don’t want to miss anything.”

“I know, but look at her,” you both look at Ronan, then you laugh as she smacks her hands on her bouncer and plays with the attached toys. “She’s just hanging out. It’s only one day. She’ll be home with us tomorrow afternoon. And remember, this is a good thing. You had this surgery so that in a few weeks when she’s starting to walk, you can crawl on the floor with her and play.”

“A few weeks,” John exhales loudly, “Or six weeks.”

You sit down next to him and take his hand, “You won’t heal any faster if you don’t take the medicine and just rest and let your damn wife help you. You’re the most independent person I know, but for the love of God, just let me help you. Let me make your lunch and bring it to you while you lounge on the couch and heal. Let me do what you did for me after Ro was born.”

“I know, it’s just not in my nature to let someone else help me. I feel useless. I know I’m not, but that’s how I feel.” he whispers, and you smile softly, “I like taking care of you.”

“I like taking care of you. It makes me feel like you need me, it makes me feel…I don’t know, good?” you say, and John laughs. “I just love taking care of you just as much as you love taking care of me. It’s our job.”

John pulls you closer to kiss you, “You’re really good at your job.”

“Thanks.”

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It’s been five days since John’s surgery and he’s doing amazing! He’s been doing some exercises with you every day. The first day he mainly just watched you work out and do them, but he eventually got into it himself. His movement in his left leg is really amazing and he’s able to get around the house without crutches now. He still doesn’t put too much on his left leg just to be cautious, but he’s doing really well!

Today is just a pretty rainy day but John is feeling very antsy from being confined to the house for the past few days, so the two of you decided to drive out to the Manhattan shop. He’s driving since you’re still a little freaked out and he’s been dying to drive for days now.

“How’s your knee?”

“It’s good.” John nods, and you smile at him. “How’s my peach?”

You smile at him and squeeze your eyes shut, “I’m good!”

“Good,” he takes your hand and kisses it, “Thank you so much for taking care of me.”

“Of course, babe.” you smile at him, “I like taking care of you. I know you don’t believe me, but I like it.”

John scoffs and shakes his head, “You shouldn’t have to take care of me.”

“Did Helen take care of you?”

“Well,” he glances at you, shrugging his shoulder a little, “Not really, since you know…”

You nod, “Yeah, well, I’m sure she would have, and I’m sure she did, you just don’t remember. She was your wife and I’m sure your vows weren’t that different from ours, which is to take care of each other. You’re so damn stubborn--trust me, I love that about you--but sometimes I wish you’d get that through your damn head.”

John laughs as he looks at you, “Okay, bossy, I’ll let you take care of me.”

“Thank you.”

“I can still wipe my own ass though, right?” he jokes, and you roll your eyes playfully when you look at him. He reaches over and ruffles your hair a little, “I get what you’re saying. I’ll let you take care of me, because you’re right, you’re really good at it.”

You smile so wide that your cheeks hurt, “That makes me feel good. I won’t hesitate to put you back in your place though if you forget that.”

John laughs as he reaches for your hand and kisses it, “Oh, trust me, I know.”

Pulling up in front of the shop, John parks the car and looks over at it. There are some racks of books outside on the sidewalk and a few people looking at them and even tucking a some into the crook of their arm before heading into the shop. You look over at John and smile at him, and he leans over to kiss you.

When you reach for the door handle, John puts his hand out to stop you, “Hey, I just wanted to--”

“You already apologized.”

John looks down, “Yeah, I know, but you need to hear it again.”

“I forgive you.” you whisper, and he lets out a small laugh. “We fight. It’s healthy. It’s normal. It’s marriage.”

John nods his head before looking up at you, “But you still deserve an apology. I am sorry for how I was talking to you a few weeks ago. I was just scared of losing you.”

“I know.” you turn to face him more, cupping his face and rubbing your thumb over his beard, “I tried my best to help--”

“You were perfect,” he whispers, and you close your eyes when he leans over to kiss your cheek, “You did so well, peach. You really did help ease my mind. I’m still sorry for talking to you that way.”

You start to laugh, “When we fight, you apologize for weeks. Even after we’ve talked it out and forgiven each other.”

“Because I don’t like to fight.”

You pull him to you and crash your lips to his, kissing him desperately. You lean your forehead against his and exhale slowly before you tilt your head back to look at him, meeting his heated gaze. You lick your lips and lean forward to kiss him again, and he smiles when you lean back to look at him again.

John slides his hand up your thigh and pulls you closer, “Can I keep making it up to you tonight?”

“Mr. Wick, I thought you’d never ask,” you put your hand on over your heart and smile, “Why, yes, you can.”

“Hate to break it to you, but…” he sighs dramatically and playfully, then he sits back in his seat and gestures to his knee, “You’ll have to be on top.”

You smirk when he looks at you, “Just where you like me.”

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[h4unted-d4rling]

What do you think would happen to Bill if you put the zodiac wheel on a frisbee and flung it? Would he get vertigo?

[corner-collects-rocks]

silly little idea: what if one day neil went back to baltimore?

things have been going… too well lately. Neil can’t believe it, he’s been captain of the Foxes for over a year now and he’s been making plans about the future with Andrew. The foxes have been on a hot streak and all the new members are really improving. Neil couldn’t be happier. None of the Moriyamas men or Uncle Stuarts men have been by recently to check in. Neil and Jean talk semi-regularly and it started out… rough. But it’s been getting better. It’s approaching 3 years since Nathan’s death, and not for the first time it hits Neil again. His father is really dead. There’s no ifs ands or buts about it, he’s gone. Neil saw it happen. It still doesn’t feel real.

So Neil buys a train ticket. He needs to see it again. Needs to be sure that his father’s men aren’t waiting for him to let his guard down to exact revenge his father can’t. Neils back in Baltimore and- why did he do this?? This was so stupid now his father’s men are really gonna come for him- Neil walks. Neil walks until he reaches Nathans house. The house he grew up in. The house where a large number of his scars come from. A house that was never a home. A house that served more pain than safety. A house th- a house with a for sale sign in the yard. Somehow Neil missed the cars in the driveway. There was an open house. People were looking to buy Nathan’s house. Neil took a breath, then went inside. He realized he didn’t quit fit in with the couples of newly weds and first time parents looking around, but he had to see it. Neil went upstairs first, to his old room. It looked completely different, the walls had been painted over and the bed frame was new. Neil didn’t mind. That room was never his. It was never somewhere safe to rest at night. It was never somewhere meant to keep the monsters out.

Neil went back downstairs. He knew he needed to go look at the basement. He didn’t come all this way to back out now. He took a deep breath to steel his nerves. The door swung open and Neil accidentally stumbled backwards into the newlyweds he saw when he first walked in.

“Sorry. I didn’t see-“

“It’s alright, you didn’t see it.” One of the women said. She seemed a couple years younger than her wife. Her hair was dyed pink with a blue strand. Her wife was in a blue dress, with a strand of pink in her hair.

“Hey we were just about to go down and look, do you mind if we come with you?” The woman with the blue dress asked. Neil considered it. He figured a tether to the present couldn’t hurt and nodded. He let the couple descend first down the staircase. He looked over his shoulder once at the kitchen before following them down.

Once Neil reached the bottom he looked for any remnants of Nathan’s final moments in the home. Bullet holes in the wall, slashes of his butchers knives in the wood. The entire staircase had been replaced, and if Neil looked closely, he could see remnants of spackle on some of the walls. Neil strode forward to the middle of the room and froze. Any trace of blood from his father, or Patrick DiMaccio or Lola. The basement was clean as if none of it had ever happened. Neil looked again to the walls, faint patches of wall painted over bullet sized spackle holes. He turned around and realized the newlyweds were staring at him oddly. Neil realized they were trying to connect the dots and by then he knew it was time to leave. Neil walked out and turned his phone back on. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going and he had a train to catch.

[jadewritesficshere]

The boy is mine (Jade's edition)

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie has a plan for a romantic night, but things go awry (2k words)

Contents: Anxiety, Eddie is self deprecating, hurt/comfort (kinda), no gendered terms for reader except mention that their hand is smaller then Eddie's and reader is called beautiful, a literal fire (please look up fire safety), fluff

A/N: So I saw this the first day it was posted and I thought it was a fun idea and saved the prompt by @carolmunson. I've been writing this for a bit,, but like I have had such bad mental fog and generalized pain recently I have been having a hard time focusing...I think I kind of misinterpreted the rules a bit...so here is sad lump of a contribution. Call me Stitch the way I am telling myself "it may be little and broken but still good".

18+ only

The night had started well, at least Eddie thought it had. He promised you a romantic night in. He even prepped for it.

Eddie rented sappy love movies, getting advice by Harrington and Buckley surprisingly. Harrington stated flowers were the way to go, but then started arguing with Buckley. While entertaining, Eddie learned more about the languages of romance from Buckley then he did about romantic gifts. But he wrote down to get flowers.

So he watched the movies. And Eddie was high paid a lot of attention and basically learned to make a grand speech. Big pour out your heart moment. Which, he felt he always talked your ear off, so he could totally do.

Eddie then read those magazines all the cheerleaders gossiped and giggled over. He didn't learn much except some tips for the best kiss. Cup the person's cheek and lean in slowly. Build the suspense. Eddie could do that.

Give you flowers. Make a speech. Cup your cheek as he kisses you. Eddie had this in the bag! Each point written in his little notebook.

And then the reality of you coming to his trailer hit him when you called to confirm the date was still on that morning. He hung up the phone after flirting a bit and looked around his house. Nerves flooded his system as he looked at it with the perspective of an outsider. He didn't want it to look bad. And it was, well, it wasn't bad but definitely could be cleaner.

So Eddie had vacuumed and dusted the entire trailer. Tossed empty pizza boxes in the trash. Sprayed some cologne around the trailer to cover the scent of weed, then cursed himself for using the expensive cologne when there was a bottle of air freshener in the bathroom.

Had picked up his clothes scattered across his room and shoved them all, clean and dirty, into the closet. Had made sure his bed had more then one pillow, grabbing spare throw pillows and tossing them towards the headboard. Even if he didn't think there was a chance you would enter his bedroom tonight, he wanted to be prepared.

Eddie had even started dinner before you arrived. An easy roast that Wayne had made hundreds of times. Thrown meat, potatoes, onions, and carrots into the pot, seasoned it and thrown it all in the oven.

It was newer, this thing between you, and he wanted to get it all right. You'd been friends for years, just recently evolved into dating. It was easy to hold your hand and throw an arm around your shoulder before, stealing those small intimate moments and pretending it meant something more. But now it does mean more. Truly, it always had, but neither of you had said anything. Because like usual, Eddie was the coward and ran.

He spent what felt like minutes (it had been hours) looking back at the notes, the plan. He had even sketched some pictures of you and him as he studied. Gave himself some sweet new tattoos and piercings and muscles while you had hearts around your head. By the time he stopped rereading the same points over and over again, he realized you would be there within the hour.

And he already failed the first point, flowers. It had completely spaced him what with the studying, but he had other things he had been wanting to give you so he figured he could wing it. He rehearsed everything in his mind, having various conversations with you. He would take your coat, be charming as ever, and you would fall for him even more then you already had.

But the plan immediately left his mind when you had arrived. Eddie could feel his face flush as his eyes trailed up and down your figure. All the rushing thoughts in his head suddenly stopped. All he could think was Damn, how'd I get so lucky?

"You're beautiful." Eddie mumbled in awe as you had shrugged off your coat. And then you smiled and Eddie realized he had messed up the plan. He thought he had went through every variable but he hadn't. It wasn't you that was going to fall more in love with him tonight, but Eddie was going to fall more in love with you.

Eddie twirled a piece of hair around his finger, unable to meet your eyes. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his palms were begin to sweat. He couldn't help but shift from foot to foot. "Oh I uh....got you something," Eddie smiled and turned to leave before hesitating and motioning to the couch," You can uh sit...or stand, standing is good too! I'll be right back."

Eddie cursed himself the whole time he walked away because of how stupid he was. He could stage elaborate campaigns but couldn't seem to form a single sentence in your presence. Eddie grabbed the gift off his dresser and inhaled slowly, mentally yelling at himself to be cool for once in his life.

And faltered in his steps.

Because you were sat on the couch. Not just on the edge of the cushion like those who he dealt to who couldn't wait to get out of his presence. No, you were fully relaxed into the cushion. You looked comfortable. You looked like you belonged.

And Eddie couldn't squash the butterflies that took flight in his stomach. And he sat on the cushion next to you, fighting the urge to wrap you in his arms and hold you close.

"I got you this," Eddie declared as he handed you a rock. A small, smooth stone that fit in the palm of your hand. Your mouth parted but no words came out. Eddie bit his lip as you slowly turned the stone over in your hands, staring at it.

"I saw it and I thought, well, I thought of you and it matches your eyes and-" Eddie huffed out a laugh and shook his head," Sorry, it's stupid just give it back."

Eddie moved to grab it out of your hand but you slapped at his arm and clenched the stone in your hand. "No, it's mine!" You held your hand to your chest and glared at him. "It's stupid," Eddie looked down. "It is not." "It is!"

"Are you serious? If you don't stop we're gonna have a problem. This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me." You beamed at him. Joy and adoration written clearly across your face. Eddie slowly grinned back as you dared to open your palm and look at the stone again. "My precious," you wiggled your eyebrows at him, making him bark out a laugh as he relaxed.

"Let's save a ring for a later date." He joked, even as his mind raced. You quoted Lord of the Rings! You were sitting on his couch holding a rock he thought was the same shade as your eyes and you liked it!! He was done for. Completely head over heels fallen for you. Said he would never marry yet here he was planning his vows and everything.

"Seriously, Eddie, this is so sweet." Your hand grasped his. Your hand was smaller then his, fitting perfectly. Fingers interlocked hesitantly and then more surely. Eddie's eyes fell to your lips. Your tongue darted out slightly and wet them. And he started to lean in.

The air was thick, and not just with the tension, the anticipation. Your lips were milliseconds to coming in contact with his when Eddie's nose twitched as he caught a familiar scent. Your lips landed on Eddie's cheek as he turned so quickly to face the kitchen he gave himself whiplash.

Thick smoke started to waft out of the room. "Oh fuck!" He jumped up as the smoke detector finally started doing its job and screeched out an annoying beep. Eddie ran into the kitchen with you hot on his heels.

Eddie opened the oven door, smoke billowing out," SHITshitshit-" Eddie cursed as he slammed the door shut, coughing slightly. Your hand reached past him to shut off the oven before darting over to the window and throwing it open.

Eddie's eyes darted to the sink below the window. Stop, drop, and roll- wait no that was if you were on fire. But water beats fire in almost every scenario, right? Except oil, shit did he add oil? No, he didn't add anything except the food and the seasoning so it should all be good right?

"Stand back!" Eddie yells over the screeching alarm. Grabbing the pot holders, he throws the oven door open. Smoke billows past him as he makes a mad dash for the pot, grasping the handles and throwing it in the sink. He throws the faucet on, water pouring over the burnt food and pot.

Steam billows up with smoke, mingling in the air before flowing out the window. A hissing sound from the cool water hitting the hot pot fills the air. You fan the flames towards the open window. "Oh fuck." You cough as your eyes fill with tears from the smoke. Eddie winces as flurried apologies fall from his lips.

The pot, not on fire at least, starts to lessen up on producing smoke. Eddie deems it safe to leave and grabs your hand, dragging you outside. His hands on your shoulders guide you to sit on the steps as you continue to intermittently cough. Eddie rushes back into the kitchen, double checking that the oven was off, and quickly grabs a mug holding it under the still running faucet.

Eddie rushes back outside to you, almost missing the step and face planting. And wouldn't that have been the icing on the cake. Would that make Eddie or the embarrassment of faceplanting be the vanilla frosting? Who even created that saying? Cake was good and this was not good. Eddie shook his head of these thoughts as he sank down on the step next to you.

Eddie hands you the mug of water. You drink it in big gulps, a small dribble of water falling out of the side of your mouth towards your chin. Eddie wipes it away with his thumb as he apologizes," I am so sorry, I don't even know what happened."

"Is this Garfield?" You peer at the mug, as if Eddie almost didn't kill you. "Uh yeah, was in a rush, sorry I didn't grab like a nicer cup. I just ran out...to you..." "Don't apologize, I like Garfield," you mumble taking another drink of the water.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asks, hands running up and down your shoulders, eyes checking you over. "Think I hacked up a lung from all the smoke...," you rub your sternum," Man, my lungs do not like smoke...and you like that?" Eddie let out a nervous laugh," Yeah no sorry, only when its weed. Never really inhaled a straight fire before."

You look up into Eddie's eyes that are full of concern. "Well, I'd recommend like not doing that. But I'm okay, it startled me more then anything," You give a soft smile. "You sure?" "Positive." You knock his shoulder with yours.

Eddie's eyes search your figure, ensuring you aren't lying to him. You ignore him, opting to set the mug down on the ground. Fingers brushing against a dandelion, yellow and bright. You pluck it from the ground and twirl it between your fingers.

You're okay. You're holding a dandelion and you're okay. You aren't acting like you hate him. You aren't making excuses and leaving. You aren't leaving like everyone else-

Eddie's shoulders relax as the tension leaves his body. You're okay. Your relationship is okay. He didn't ruin everything. You're smiling at a fucking dandelion while his heart feels like it has run a marathon.

You're oblivious to his plight as you lean over and tuck the dandelion behind his ear," Maybe don't smoke that. Looks pretty on you." "Not that kind of weed." "Yeah dumb joke sorry."

A slow exhale escapes him as he shakes his head,"No it's good I'm just," Eddie waves his hand in front of him," like what the fuck just happened? I am never cooking again. I'll just take you to Enzo's. I fucked up. Sorry for ruining the date."

Your hand cupped his cheek as you ducked down to meet his eyes," Hey, no. You didn't ruin the date." Eddie rolls his eyes slightly," Almost killing you? Yeah, pretty sure i ruined it." You bump your knee against Eddie's, "it's not ruined and you didn't almost kill me. Small food fire, happens to everyone. I lit popcorn on fire once. Besides, if you did happen to kill me, at least I would have died happy and in love. And you'd be stuck with me cause ghost me is absolutely haunting you."

Eddie can't help but laugh slightly," Oh? You think you'd be a ghost and not get another chance at life? Be reincarnated or whatever?" "Well, even if I was reincarnated, I'd find you again."

Eddie scoffs, "C'mon, don't say that.. That's not even true, you'd totally be able to move on. You wouldn't need little old me." You grab his face and peer into his eyes," Eddie Munson, I will always need you. In this life and whatever happens after. You and me? We're it. Maybe it should be too soon to say, but I feel it in my bones. You're it for me Eddie. Together now, forever, and when everything ceases to exist we'll be in nothing together. I will always be with you because I will always love you."

You lean in and Eddie thinks his heart stops. Your hand holding his cheek in place, thumb lightly brushing back and forth. His eyes flutter shut as your lips finally touch his. It was soft and sweet, lips slowly parting and melding together in a dance that sent shivers down Eddie's spine. He sighed into the kiss as you leaned closer into each other. Your hands threading through his hair, his wrapping around your waist. Lips moving in tandem, tongues darting out tentatively.

You only part when you both are gasping for air. Soft smiles and longing glances shared as the sun sets. "I love you too." Eddie traces your cheekbone with his finger. "You better." You joke. Your combined giggles fill the air as you continue to steal kisses from each other.

The night may not have been the most romantic. Or gone to plan, like, at all. But it was one Eddie already knew that when he thought about he would be able to feel his heart swell with love. And as he kissed you Eddie thought, yeah you were it for him.

[autism-purgatory]

I’m still alive, just wrapping up Viscered Ch3 before I find an alpha reader :)

[stinkrascal]

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY :D

🥹❤️ thank yall so much for the bday wishes. i appreciate yall so much!! big hugs for everyone 🫂

[goodwitchhour]

stephen nedoroscik boyfriend headcanons

requested: yes / no

summary: what the title says baby !!!!

cw: idk man it’s mainly just some fluff!

notes: quickly wanted to do this while writing all of your stephen requests!! promise they’ll be up soon but uni is taking up a lot of my time for the next two weeks would also like to add that I am not, in any way, trying to disrespect stephen OR his 8-year relationship (tess ur an icon and ily, pls share ur secrets for having such a good relationship bc ya girl is desperate), this is purely for funsies & obvs fictional!!! let me know if yall want another part & what your own hcs are! okay byeeeeee

stephen nedoroscik x reader ♡

he fell first. he knows straight away if he likes someone and if he does then thats that and it was no different with you. he didn't have eyes for anyone else, especially after he learnt that you liked him as well

my guy is a little spoon. sometimes he’ll be the big spoon but he also really just wants a cuddle

speaking of.. hugs! all! the! time! will hug you from behind if you’re busy doing something or when one of you have just come home he’ll scoop you up like it’s the easiest thing ever

honestly can’t imagine ever fighting with him likeeee if one of you is upset then he’ll make sure you talk it out! will sit down with you and would be SO patient but he also won’t force you to talk it out if you’re not ready to — either way yall won’t be getting into a screaming match bc frankly I think he’d rather die

on the other hand, if the relationship is more new & fresh he might be hesitant to bring up problems in fear of potentially ruining or making things awkward between you

but once you become more comfortable with each other and your relationship he finds it much easier to come to you, especially because the trust between you is much stronger

will send you videos when he’s at practice! or he’ll actually facetime you and just be on call until it’s basically time to go back home to you! and if you're not busy then you're coming with him to the gym!!

sends you memes all the time! like if you go a few days without checking your dms on instagram or tiktok, trust that he has flooded with them with cursed posts

he will also send you photos & videos of kyushu ALL THE TIME!!! and if he’s away, he’ll ask to facetime just so he can say hi to him lol

will teach you how to play chess and will teach you about his favourite rubiks cube algorithms

will also teach you how to play rocket league if you don’t already know, like will do the whole sit you on his lap and put his hands on yours as his teaches you the controls

speaking of lap sitting, one of his love languages is physical touch fr! if you’re at home he’s practically smothering you but if yall are in public he needs to at least still hold hands or have a hand on your leg/arm/shoulder. he isn’t big on pda really but he also needs to be on your space in some way so it’s something he has to try & balance lmfao

like the scorpio he is, he’s very intense in his love for you! like he’ll keep things private about specific relationship details but he’ll still talk about you all. the. time. without compromising said privacy!! he gets especially good at keeping this balance during the olympics when the press are all over him

if you’re a gymnast like him then he loves training with you!! will help you with routines and vice versa

if you’re just a regular lil person then he loves hearing about your job! always ready for you to come home and unload on him about your day

andddd if you’re famous in some capacity then trust he’s the MOST supportive of you and your career!! like he is your n.1 cheerleader!! (side note… stephen x famous!reader anyone??)

[ryanishyperfixating]

your art is so expressive! i love it! i'm going to go cry now byeeeeee :D

Here’s my euclidian OC to cope, I’m sorry :)

(Thank you I am also sobbing because yall are too nice)

I have more art of this little guy I might post it eventually

[chaos-chloe]

Playing w/Fire - Pezzy x F!Reader

Summary: Taking Pezzy serious when he says something as a joke

TW: Established relationship, kissing, cursing, sexual not smut, female pronouns, lmk if i missed anything <3

“YEAH Pezz lets get this dickhead for killing us!” I screamed into the mic as my character was charging the undead boss in Sea of Thieves.

“T-Uh I thought you were going to say “Get that dick” and i was gonna be like “Fuck yeah, tonight?” Sorry.” Pezzy explained but at the end he started laughing, he started leaning his head on his mic, hiding his red face.

“BABY! BRUH! NOT ON YOUR STREAM!” I screamed in shock at him while my face started growing red as fire. I hit my hand on my desk and backed away. I got up from my desk heading to his office to confront him on stream/camera.

“Oh no, guys, I hear her walking to my office right now. Be prepared to clip, cause I don't know what she has in mind.” Pezzy comments to chat. 

I slam open the door and hear him gasp, I look at him with an innocent face and smirk growing. He is holding a hand over his heart pretending to be scared of me. He looks over at me with his chair fully turned to me, giving me his full attention.

“Hi baby, whatcha doing?” He questions me wearily

“Oh you know, doing what you said.” I said back to him like it was riddle

“What did I say?” Pezzy answers back with a question

“Getting dick tonight.” I stated bluntly, while walking over to him. I climbed onto his lap while turning us around so chat could see us.

*OOO pezzy is getting lucky tonight*

*OoOoo*

*GET SOME PEZZY*

*PEZZY HAS THAT RIZZ WITH HIS GF*

*should i leave? Shits getting spicy now*

“Hi Pezzy’s chat, as you know I’m ___, his girlfriend, now after what someone said. I think its time to shut off the stream.” I said like the plan was full in effect, while on his lap I felt something hitting my inner thigh.

“So I love you all, he will see you tomorrow, probably around this time. Not gonna lie to yall. Byeeeeee, Pezz shut off your stream.” I demanded, i watch as Pezzy puts his hand on the house and hover over the ‘End Stream’ button. Once he clicks it and we both triple check that the stream did really end. He picks me up, my hands behind his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on my ass. He starts walking out of his recording room, towards our bedroom.

“I can't believe you really came in on stream and did that.” Pezzy says surprised

“Whattt? I'm only doing as I was told” I shrugged as I started attacking his neck with kisses and giving him hickeys.

“Definitely show this off tomorrow on stream” i commented 

“Baby, stop, I have a group session tomorrow.” Pezzy whines, hiding his groans.

“Nope, you gotta make me stop.” I said kissing him on the lips.

“Oh you’re in trouble once I get your pretty ass to our bedroom.” He taunts me as I giggle, looking at him with full eye contact. 

[feitanzi]

First time

Konig x Fem!virginreader

Warnings: P in V, Loss of virginity, mentions of tears, smut, lmk if i missed anything

Konig wasn't very surprised that you were a virgin. You were quite, soft spoken, and very reserved. God did he love your innocence but at the same time he wanted to rip it away from you. You had been trying to convince Konig that you were ready to give it up but he was always to afraid that he would break you in the process. The most he would do is satisfy your needs with his long thick fingers curling in and out of your cunt hitting your soft spot with each movement or his skilled tongue lapping at your clit until you came undone all over his face. " Kö i want you so bad, I can handle it i promise"  you pleaded with him repeatedly but all he would say is "Maybe next time Mein Schatz". But one day after enough convincing he finally decided that you were ready to take him.

He slowly slid his cock into you inch by inch looking at your face intently to look for any signs or discomfort in your expressions. Oce he bottomed out he didn't move giving you a second to adjust. "you can move now, i'm ready" He began to pick up his pace as he rutted his hips into yours relentlessly. With each thrust his tip poked and prodded at your cervix as tears began to swell in your water line as you approached your climax.

With a few more of König's harsh thrusts you came all over his lower abdomen. His pace didn't falter for even a second as he continued his abuse to your dripping cunt eventually overstimulating you. "König it's to muchhhh" you whined. "You can take it baby, I'm gonna cum soon just hold on for a while longer for me" He responded as he continued.

His thrusts became sloppier and rhythmless as he reached his climax. Shooting hot ropes of his stick seed into your virgin womb. Eventually he stops all movement completely chuckling as he looks at the fucked out expression.

"Are you alright schatz?" he asks you. All you could domis mewl and nod in response.

Lmk if yall want more like this, Reblogs are appreciated !!

this was one of them fics i didnt really prepare for bc if u look at my previous post i said i'd have it done in a week of so because my professor said i was doing to well in his classes and that they seemed to easy for me so he gave me and advanced book on the scientific study of the human body to keep and work on at home. but its out early! Love yallllll byeeeeee

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 160

warnings: sm*t HMH masterlist

Skipping happily into the office, you smile at John and shake your hips a little as you grab a few more books to put out. You hear him laugh quietly as he walks over to you and kisses your cheek, then he peeks out to the shop floor and comes back in to help you grab the books.

“There’s a couple out there on a date,” you say, and John looks at you, “Their first date. He said he wanted to do something different, so they came to the book shop. Thought it was kind of cute and unique.”

John nods his head, “That’s different. Probably better than dinner at a fancy steak place in New York City, huh?”

You look over at him and smile, “I loved our first date, and you know that I would have been completely fine with peanut butter and jelly on the couch for our first date; I just wanted to be with you.”

“If I had taken you to a book shop for our first date, it wouldn’t have been a date. It would have felt like work.”

“You got a point,” you smile as you look at him, then you lean over to kiss him, “It was a great date though. As soon as you pushed your card across the table to show me that you rebound books, it was all over from there. We didn’t shut up for the rest of the night.”

John smiles, “I was so nervous.”

“I was too,” you admit, and John lets out a small laugh, “But you made me feel so comfortable and like you actually gave a damn about what I said.”

“I did. I do! I still do.” he smiles, and you lean up to kiss him again. “I could listen to you talk all day long and I honest to god would not get bored. You’re my favorite person on this planet.”

You smile, “You’re my favorite person too.”

Both of you look over at the door as Grace comes in with Ronan in her arms and a grimace on her face, and you laugh when she sets her down and shakes out her arms.

“She just…” Grace laughs, “God, she just shit her diaper and it was so loud, everyone looked at me.”

You laugh, “Been there. She has those really wet ones lately. It’s awful. John and I usually rock, paper, scissors over who has to change them.

John turns to you and puts his fist on.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

You both played paper.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

“Yes!” John laughs when his rock breaks your scissors, and you playfully squint your eyes at him before you turn around to change Ronan’s diaper.

Grace laughs as she leans against the desk, “You two are so cute.”

“I’m not too upset about losing because, yes, whoever loses has to change her diaper, but there’s a still nice little win; a massage before bed.” you look over at John and smile before you squint your eyes as you look at the books he’s holding, “Those are…thriller and mystery.”

John nods, “You got it, boss. I’ll put them out there right now.”

You look down at Ronan as you scrunch your face up and clean the smelliest and poopiest diaper she’s had in a while--introductions to solids have been rough--then you set the dirty diaper aside and put a new diaper on her before pulling her dress down. You help her off of the couch and watch as she walks over to her toys on the floor, and you smile when she walks back over to offer one to you.

“Thank you!” you take it and make noises as you play with it, and she looks up at you and smiles, “Where’s daddy?”

Ronan looks up with her big brown eyes and perfect eyelashes, then she toddles over to the door, garbling and babbling baby nonsense until she gets to the doorway, “Dada!”

“What?” John sings from the shop floor, and you lean over to see Ronan waddling out to see him. You hear her screech loudly a few times as she walks around, then she giggles, which means John has probably picked her up. He tosses her up a little as he walks back into the office, and she squeals. “Oof, it stinks.”

You laugh as you stand up and grab the diaper, “I’m gonna go toss it outside.”

Holding the poopy diaper like it’s…well, a poopy diaper, you head outside and walk down and around the corner to the back of the shop where there’s a big dumpster that is used for the shops on this strip. You don’t want to throw the diaper away in the shop just in case you forget to take the garbage out and it festers overnight. That would be absolutely horrible to come in to tomorrow.

You toss it in the garbage and look out at the town square as you walk past, and you wave at a few people who must be setting up something that is happening this weekend. There’s empty booths and strings of fairy lights being hung up over what looks like a makeshift dance floor.

There isn’t a festival happening this weekend since the bookshop always taken advantage of the extra foot traffic and has a sidewalk sale. The wind picks up a little and blows a piece of paper that is pinned to the board on the sidewalk, and you walk over to see what it says.

14th Annual Daddy Daughter Dance.

“Oh, my god.” you pull the sheet off and rush inside to John, who is sitting in the kid’s section with Ronan in his lap, and you sit down and read the paper to him, “Daughters of all ages (no age restrictions) are invited to a magical night of music, dance, games, and treats. Girls may be escorted by dad, grandpa, uncle, or any father figure. This evening is for girls to spend with their first ‘love’, to connect and strengthen the relationship between fathers and daughters; a relationship that will last a lifetime.”

John takes the paper and laughs, “That’s cute.”

“You should take Ro.” you say, smiling wide, “There’s no age limit, it’s in the town square, it’s a little spendy, but look, the money goes to a good cause.”

Looking at the paper, John nods his head, “Isn’t she kind of little?”

“No age restriction. This could be your little tradition with her! You could take her every year!” you say as John starts to smile, “You two can make a whole day of it. I can take her to get a dress and do her hair and her nails when she’s older. You can take her to dinner somewhere fancy, then go to the dance and win prizes.”

“It does sound like a good idea.” he admits as he smiles, and you lean over to kiss him.

You pinch Ronan’s cheek as she smiles--her chubby cheeks are so pinchable!--then you kiss the dimple in her cheek, “I’ll take this gorgeous girl to get a dress tomorrow.”

John chuckles, “I’m kind of excited, to be honest.”

“It’s cute!” you smile, then you tickle her belly, “We get to go shopping for you!”

Ronan giggles and kicks her legs, then she slides off of John’s lap and waddles around, babbling loudly. John smiles as he watches her, and your heart melts a little when he looks back down the paper you brought in.

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Ronan has just been put down for her nap after the mall, and she’s pretty zonked from all the shopping. You’re not sure how she’ll even get through the night tomorrow since it’s the daddy daughter dance, but you’re sure John won’t mind holding her if she falls asleep.

As you round the corner to the bedroom, you stop and watch as John looks at himself in the mirror and fixes his suit. He pulls the jacket tight around him and fixes the sleeves, and he dust off the pants a little.

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen him in a suit, and damn he looks good! You can't help but feel a flutter in your chest as you watch him. It's like you're seeing him for the first time all over again. The way he carries himself, the confidence that radiates off of him - it's all so attractive.

“Is that your suit for tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” he laughs nervously, “Yeah, I haven’t worn this suit in a while, so I wanted to make sure it’ll fit otherwise I’ll have to go get one today. It fits though.”

You walk over to him and run your hands down from his shoulders to his hands, then you nod, “You look very handsome. You have some cufflinks?”

“Uh, yeah, the ones you got me for Christmas,” he says, and you walk over to get them from off the dresser. “Thought they’d look good.”

Nodding your head, you grab one and hold it up to John’s sleeve, “Looks great.”

“Do you think I should, like, comb my hair back? Or do something different?” he asks, and you laugh a little--he’s taking this so serious, it’s very cute. “Is that dumb?”

“No,” you walk over to him and cup his face, “You look as handsome as ever just like this. Reminds me of our wedding day.”

John smiles as he leans down to kiss a few times, then he undresses and hangs his suit back up. You walk over to sit on the bed and open the drawer on your nightstand to see all of the junk you’ve accumulated in it over the years (every hair tie that you own, 4 chapsticks, 6 pens, one highlighter, a small bottle of lotion, an unused bottle of lube, 2 very hard Tootsie Rolls, an expired condom, and a little packet of tissues), so you decide it’s time to clean it out.

“What are you gonna do tomorrow night?”

“Oh, haven’t given it much thought, really.” you shrug as you look at him, “Probably just get some stuff done around here. Maybe clean Ronan’s room and go through her dresser and closet to get rid of stuff she doesn’t fit--well, pack it away. I want to save her clothes just in case we have another girl in the future. I also need to go through my closet too. I have some clothes from when I was pregnant that I’m obviously not going to wear or fit in anymore.”

John nods as he pulls his jeans on, then he sits by you, “Have you ever been to a daddy daughter dance?”

“Didn’t have a dad,” you say as you look at him, and he closes his eyes--instant regret.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I mean, I knew that, but…I just…I didn’t think.”

You touch his arm, “Its’ okay. I always saw my friends going to them when I was in elementary school. They were pretty popular--I didn’t know they still were--but it was just at our local community center. By the time my mom met Dan, we were too old and cool for those kinds of things and he was just mom’s boyfriend, you know? We didn’t really see him like that yet.”

“Would you have wanted to go to one?”

“Absolutely,” you smile as you look at him, then you shrug, “But you can’t really go if you don’t have a dad. I didn’t have any father figure. I suppose my mom could have taken us since she was our mother and father figure, but she worked a lot. I think it’s really important that you and Ronan have this, you know? She obviously won’t remember it until she’s maybe 5 or 6, but…”

“I will.” he says, and you nod.

You feel the back of your throat tightening with the urge to cry, “You know I’ve always said how important your relationship with her is, and you know why. I didn’t have a dad to love me the way you love Ronan. She’s incredibly lucky to have you, as am I.”

John nods, then he walks over to the closet and pulls out a garment bag, “I was wondering…would you like to join me and Ronan?”

“What?”

“No age restriction,” he says, and you laugh a little, “I’m a dad. I’m not your dad, but I’m a dad. It didn’t say that a husband can’t bring his wife.”

You laugh tearfully as you look at him, “You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” he sits down with you and smiles.

“But this is your thing with Ronan. I don’t want to barge in on that.”

John chuckles, “It’s not barging if I’m asking you.”

You look down as John gently runs his fingers up your arm, causing goosebumps to form, then you look up at him as he smiles softly.

“Every little girl deserves to go to a daddy daughter dance,” he says as you tear up again, “And I’d be more than happy to bring both my girls. Let me do this for you.”

“You’re really the sweetest man I’ve even known.”

John laughs as he pulls you into his warm arms, “I bought a dress for you.”

“What? When?”

“When you took Bug to get her dress earlier.” he says, and you laugh, “I went to that one shop you love in Oyster Bay.”

You stand up and take the garment bag, then you unzip it to reveal the blush colored dress made of tulle, “Oh, this is so pretty.”

“The bottom is kind of fluffy but not too fluffy. Go try it on.”

You lean down to kiss John, then you skip to the bathroom and quickly change. The top of the dress is more of a halter top, which is perfect since it’ll be warm tomorrow night, and the neckline plunges down a little but not too much. The bottom isn’t fluffy but you get what John meant--it’s tulle, it looks fluffy.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you grow giddy when you realize you have your own version of a princess dress. You spin around and watch the dress bloom out around you like a flower, then you walk out to John.

“Wow,” he smiles, “Looks really good.”

You look at yourself in the mirror as John watches behind you, and you fix the dress a little and look at him as he walks over to help zip the dress up. He kisses your shoulder and back as you smile and close your eyes, then he moves your hair and kisses up your neck.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers, hugging you tight to him, “I know you’re not my little girl, but you’re still my girl and I’m more than happy to share tomorrow night with you.”

“Thank you,” you whisper back, and he touches his hand under your chin to turn your face toward his so he can kiss you.

Turning around to face John, you place your hand on the back of his neck and kiss him deeply as he slides his hand down to your ass and grips it. You feel his hand move up to the zipper of your dress, then he unzips it and reaches up to pull the halter from over your head.

“Okay, good.” he nods, and you furrow your brow as you lean back, “Just making sure this is easy to get off.”

“John!” you laugh loudly, then you slap your hand playfully against his stomach as he laughs.

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John left a little while ago since he said he needed to grab something last minute but he said he said he’d be back shortly. You’ve gotten Ronan all bathed but not dressed yet--she’ll drool or spill something on herself--and now she’s in your bathroom with you while you curl your hair and do your makeup. You’re just about done too, so you unplug the curling iron and set it on the silicone mat to cool down.

“Should we go get you dressed?” you ask, and Ronan looks up at you as she chews on an old comb you and John have never used. “Come on.”

You reach for her hands and hold them as she walks in front of you to her room, then she falls to her butt and crawls over to some toys while you grab her dress from the closet.

It’s blush colored like your dress but maybe has a little more pink in it and it’s fluffy! It has a satin ribbon around the middle that ties as a big bow in the back and has a matching bow for her hair.

You kneel down in front of Ronan and grab a clean diaper, then you lay her down and hand her a toy to keep her busy while you change her diaper. She’s at the point where all she wants to do is kick her legs and flail her arms. You pull the dress over her head and smile when she looks at you, and you start to laugh as you hold her hands and pull her to stand up.

“Oh, you look so gorgeous!” you smile as you fix the bottom of her dress, then grab her little shoes to put on. “Can momma put a bow in your hair? Will you let me do that?”

Ronan looks at you as she chews on the toy, and you take a few strands of her brown hair and click the bow to it.

“Very pretty!” you smile at her, and she scrunches her face and smiles back. You pick her up and carry her back to your bedroom so you can get dressed, then you set her down on the floor and grab out the dress. You match it with some gold heels that you haven’t worn in a while but you remember being comfortable, then you get some accessories and look at yourself in the mirror. “I think daddy is one lucky man to have two gorgeous girls. Don’t you think?”

Ronan babbles as she toddles over to you and reaches up, crying a little when you don’t pick her up right away. You lift her into your arms just as the front door opens, and you fix your dress and Ronan’s before walking to the stairs.

“Are my girls ready?”

“We are!”

John laughs as he rushes to the living room, “Don’t come down yet. Let me sit on the couch.”

“Okay, we’re coming down now.”

“I drove past the town square on the way to get what I needed to get and it looks really great. They got the lights on, the booths have lights around them, they have music playing, some people have already shown up. I think this will…” he stops talking as you and Ronan stand in front of him, and he lets out a small laugh as he tears up, “You both look beautiful.”

You smile when he gets up and kisses you, then he leans down and kisses Ronan before taking her from you so he can get a better look at you. He takes your hand and holds it up so you’ll spin, then he pull you closer to kiss you again.

“You look gorgeous,” he whispers, and you smile as you step back and gesture to him in his suit.

“Look at you! You’re wearing the shit outta the suit.”

John laughs as his cheeks turn red, “Whatever.”

“You clean up nice, Wick.” you say, then you wrap your arms around him, “We’re a good looking family.”

“Yes, we are.” John bounces Ronan in his arms, then he looks at you, “Shall we?”

Holding hands with John, you walk to the door and grab your purse for the night, then you grab Ronan’s diaper bag--not very glamorous but a necessity. John locks the door up behind you, then he walks to the car and gets Ronan wrangled into her car seat with her fluffy dress. He rushes over and opens the door for you and nods his head as you laugh.

“Thank you, sir.” you get in and fix your dress, then you look back at Ronan as she chews on her hands.

John is doing something in the trunk as you wait for him, then you look to your left and smile when he gets in the car and sets an oblong box in your lap.

“What’s this?”

“Something for tonight.” he says, then he looks over at you, “I was going to get Ronan something but I didn’t want her to choke on it, so I just got her some flowers.”

You laugh as you nod your head, “Yeah, good idea.”

John gestures for you to open the box, so you look down at it and pop it open to reveal a gorgeous and simple diamond tennis bracelet.

“I noticed you didn’t have a bracelet to wear with your dress tonight, and you know I always buy your earrings and necklaces, but I never give you bracelets.” he says, then he takes the bracelet out and places it around your wrist. He brushes his lips softly over the inside of your wrist, then presses a kiss to it, “It looks great.”

“I didn’t get you anything,” you whisper, grimacing a little.

John shakes his head as he reaches over to cup your face, “Tonight is a night for me to spoil my girls rotten, and I’m gonna spoil you.”

You laugh when John cocks up his brow a little, insinuating sex for later, and you laugh again as you lean over to kiss him, “Sounds great.”

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The air is warm and full of laughter and music, and it smells of cotton candy and warm chocolate chip cookies. Everywhere you look, you see little girls dragging their dads off to some booth to win a prize or get their picture taken. It’s all very sweet. This year’s event is held outside, while most are usually held in a fancy house on the hill, but people are still dressed in suits and fluffy dresses, so the three of you still fit in.

You thought you’d get weird looks from people when you paid to get in, but they just smiled and complimented you and Ronan. John got a few compliments as well from the older woman who took your money. There were a few people who wandered over to see what was happening, and one guy was thrilled and said he’d be back in twenty minutes with his daughters.

As you stand at a booth and look through the little trinkets on the table, you overhear a young girl, maybe 13, telling her dad how embarrassing he’s being because he’s dancing the music. She’s trying her hardest not to smile but every time he pokes her arm, a little smile tugs at her lips. You just want to lean over and tell her to cherish it.

Embarrassing dads like that are kind of the best. Dan wasn’t around when you were little, but he’s definitely an embarrassing dad--Leah has shared a story or two about that. He’s really the epitome of a corny dad.

“Where should we go next, huh?” John says to Ronan as she flails her arms around, “Oh, that way? Okay. Come on, mom.”

John takes your hand and holds tight to it as the three of you wander around.

The moment you got here, John has been so considerate to you. He’s seen you looking around at the fathers and daughters and getting teary eyed, and he just kissed your cheek and told you how happy he was that you came with.

To someone who grew up with a loving dad, they probably wouldn’t really think anything of this but to a girl who didn’t have one growing up, this is everything. Your inner child is healing and it feels really good.

“Oh, mom should try this.” John says, and you laugh as you look at the goldfish toss, “Maybe momma can win a new fish for us.”

You laugh, “That’s a lot of pressure.”

John and Ronan watch as you toss a ring onto the bowls where the fish are, but you miss a few times. You hold up the last one and grimace, then you toss it and watch as it spins around the rim of the bowl.

“Yay!” you clap your hands and lean over to kiss Ronan, “I won a fish!”

Ronan squeals as she leans over for you to take her, and you hoist it up as John takes the fish from the woman behind the booth. He holds it up to look at the orange fish in the bag, then he holds it up so Ronan can see it. She points at it as she leans over but John holds it away enough so she can’t grab it.

“What are we gonna name him?” you ask as she garbles, and you laugh when she points at John and just says ‘dada’, “We’ll think about it some more.”

“No, no, Dada is a good name.” John smiles, and you laugh quietly.

There’s special dance coming up shortly for everyone, so you make your way over to the benches and sit down as some dads bring their kids out to the dance floor. You hand Ronan off to John and gesture for him to go out there, but he looks nervous.

“Won’t it be weird?”

“When have you ever cared what people thought about you, babe? You love this little girl. Now give her her first dance.” you smile as Ronan scratches her fingers against John’s beard, “Go now while she’s still in a good mood.”

John leans down to kiss you, then he walks out to the dance floor and holds Ronan in his arms. She’s still looking at him and playing with this beard as he sways back and forth, then she plays with his tie as he whispers to her.

He’s probably telling her how much he loves her--actually you know he is. She leans against his shoulder and twirls her finger in his hair, then she leans back and giggles. You pull your phone out and snap a few shots of the two of them as they dance together, and you wipe the tear off your cheek.

A soft and slow version of Stevie Wonder’s Isn’t She Lovely begins to play, and John smiles as he kisses Ronan’s cheek and walks over to you.

“Should we dance with momma now?” John puts his hand out and smiles, “Mrs. Wick, may we have this dance?”

“Absolutely.” you nod, propping the bag holding the fish up on the centerpiece.

John pulls you to your feet, then he smiles and walks back out to the dance floor. He wraps his right arm around your waist and smiles at you, then he looks at Ronan as she reaches over to play with your hair.

“Look how beautiful my girls are.” John whispers, and you smile at him. “I’m the luckiest man here.”

“You know, we’re pretty dang lucky too.”

John holds you and Ronan tight to his chest, and he leans his cheek against the top of your head as you sway back and forth. You close your eyes as you rest your head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat, then you open your eyes and look at Ronan with her cheek pressed to his shoulder and her eyes closed.

“Oh,” you stand up straight, “She’s asleep.”

“We don’t have to go, do we?” John asks, and you shake your head when you realize John is having fun and wants to stay longer. “I can grab her stroller from the car.”

You nod, “Yeah, sounds good.”

John rests his hand on your lower back and pulls you close to him again, “And we can have a few more dances.”

“Is your arm okay?” you gesture to Ronan, “She’s not killing it?”

“Nope, it’s perfect.” he smiles, then he pulls you both closer.

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After putting Ronan in her stroller, you and John hung out at the festival for a little longer. He won a duck plushie for Ronan at the water coin toss, then he won a teddy bear for you at the balloon pop. The two of you walked around and laughed like teenagers in love, and it was fun.

Since you thought they’d have dinner served--they didn’t since the theme was a festival this year--you didn’t eat dinner. John dropped you and Ronan off at home, then he headed to Oyster Bay to pick up dinner from your favorite Thai restaurant.

Ronan woke up when you changed her out of her dress and into her pajamas, so you just sat on the couch with her and feed her some scrambled eggs and banana. She’ll get a bottle in a bit.

You turn on the TV and grab your phone, then you scroll through your phone to see what people are saying about the picture you posted of John and Ronan where they’re both looking at each other and smiling. Comments from Jen, Amanda, Tess, and your mom all make you smile, but you’ll have to reply to them later. Your mom has already texted you to ask how the dance went. You’ll reply to her later too. You look over at Ronan as she watches TV, then you kiss the top of her head.

“Did you have fun today, bug?” you ask, and she looks up at you as she struggles to get a piece of egg into her mouth--you reach over to help her. “Daddy loves you very much. Very, very much. You’re so lucky to have him. He’s pretty much my favorite person on this planet, aside from you. Though when I say that, it makes me feel guilty because I do really love Aunt Tess too and Grandma. I just love a lot of people, but I love daddy in a whole different way. He’s healed my heart so much over these past few years, and I’m grateful that you’ll never know any of the pain that I have because daddy won’t ever treat you the way my father treated me. Daddy loves you and only wants the best for you.”

Ronan is just babbling and chewing on her hands as she looks up at you but all you see when you look at her is John; the spitting image of him.

“I love you so much, Ro.” you whisper as you lean over to kiss her cheek, “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. It’s actually pretty ridiculous how much I love you, babe.”

“She loves you.” John says, and you jump and put your hand over your heart as you close your eyes and exhale. “Sorry.”

You laugh, “Holy shit, you scared me.”

John gestures to Ronan as he laughs, “Let’s hope ‘shit’ isn’t her next learned word.”

“If it is, it’ll be your fault. It’s your favorite swear word.”

“Nope,” he sits down, “It’s actually ‘fuck.’”

You laugh loudly as you put your hand over his mouth, and you both look at Ronan as she sits on the couch and eats her bananas and eggs. You feel John pressing kisses to your hand, so you remove it and look at him.

“She loves you, peach. And she knows you love her.” he whispers, and you smile as your eyes soften, “I know you love her too, and she’s so lucky to have you as a mom. I never had a mom, just like you didn’t have a dad, so I understand exactly how you feel when it comes to me and her, because it’s how I feel about you and her. She’s so lucky that she gets a mom who is going to love her unconditionally. I see the way you are with her, she’s so lucky, baby.”

“Thank you,” you smile as you lean over to kiss him.

John dips his thumb into your dimple, “And you’ve healed my heart too, peach. In so many ways. My heart is so full now because of you. I’ll be forever grateful for that.”

You lean over to kiss John a few times, then you laugh when Ronan crawls over your lap as she babbles, “Oh, you got a few things to say too, huh?”

“What movie should we watch?” he asks Ronan as she crawls over to him.

“I got the perfect movie that fits the theme for tonight,” you say, and John nods.

“I’ll get the food then.”

You smile as you kiss Ronan’s cheek, then you grab the remote and settle into the couch.

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“Why…the hell did you pick that movie?” John asks, then he sniffles a little, “That was heartbreakingly beautiful.”

You picked 1995’s A Little Princess to fit with the daddy daughter theme of the night, and it had John almost sobbing at the end as he held Ronan. To be fair, you both were crying but it’s a great movie and it fit with the theme!

You lean over the sink and spit out the toothpaste, then you look at John, “I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“I did! It was very sweet.”

Walking over to stand behind John, you wrap your arm around his waist and rest your cheek against his back, feeling the bumped up skin on the scar on his back. You lean back and trace your finger along the silver scar of an upside down cross, then you close your eyes and press kisses to it before moving to the other scars on his back.

“Stop thinking about it.”

“Can’t help it,” you say, matching John’s tone.

No matter how many times you see those scars on him, they knock the breath out of you and make you cry. It only reminds you of all of the shit John went through and how unfair it is.

John turns around but you shake your head and trail your finger along the scars on his stomach.

“Doesn’t help,” you whisper, and he pulls you into his arms, pinning yours down at your side so you can’t hug him and feel the scars. “It isn’t fair what you’ve been through either.”

“Oh, I know,” he whispers against your neck, then he leans up and smiles, “But it led me to you. And if I had to do it all over again just to have you, I would. A million times over.”

John lets go of you and cups your face, kissing with you with warmth and passion. He slides his hands down to the back of your thighs, then he lifts you up and carries you out to the bedroom. You smile at him as he lays you down and crawl up to kiss you, then he walks over to shut the bedroom door.

Reaching out for him, you laugh when he pulls your pajama shorts off and tosses them aside before he lays down on top of you. His right hand is warm as it slides up your silk pajama top onto your breast, and you close your eyes and smile as he kisses and sucks on your neck. You smile every time his beard tickles.

He takes his time as he kisses all along your neck and collarbone, then he sits up and pulls your shirt off, helping you when your hair gets a little tangled in the straps, then his hot mouth is back on your skin, kissing down your chest to your bellybutton before he kisses the little ‘J’ tattoo on your side. He licks up your chest to your chin, then he presses his mouth, warm and wet, to yours.

“I’d be lost without you,” he whispers against your lips, and you open your eyes to look at him, “I’d gladly go through everything again just to be with you.”

You smile softly as you reach up to cup his face, “Well, good thing you’ll never have to. I know it’s dramatic, but John, I’d die without you.”

John laughs quietly, “Yeah, me too.”

His hand slides down your side to your ass, then he lifts your thigh and wraps it around his waist as the two of you kiss. He moves his hand back up to your underwear, then he tugs them down and maneuvers you and him as he pulls them off and throws them aside.

“I’m still so impressed that you can do that one handed.”

That earns a little laugh from John before he moves his hand between your legs and rubs you slowly. He lays down next to you on the bed and spreads your legs open further, and you moan softly, looking into his warm eyes. He licks the tips of his fingers and moves them back between your legs, and you jolt a little as he smiles. He begins to move down between your legs, but you reach out for him and shake your head.

“Wait, wait, wait…”

“You don’t want me to go down?”

You laugh a little, “I do, I just…I wanna keep looking at you.”

John nods his head and sits up, then he takes the pillows and props them up for you. He makes sure that you’re able to watch him, then he kisses down your stomach to between your legs. You look down at him and smile when he kisses and nips at your thighs, then he spreads your legs apart and looks up at you as he buries his face between your legs, his tongue so warm and wet. You press your hand to your mouth as you pant, and you nod your head to let John know he’s doing well.

“Oh, shit, John…” you moan, then you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “Yes, you’re so good at that. So good, baby.”

As John softly sucks on your clit, you push yourself back a little and moan but John pulls you back to him, then you place both hands on his head and pull him even closer. He hums loudly and closes his eyes, and the vibration of it causes you to shake as his beard scratches against your skin.

You let out a string of moans as John delves his tongue in deeper, then you look down at him to hold his gaze and interlace your fingers with his before closing your thighs around his head and moaning his name loudly as an orgasm ripples through your body, turning you into a twitching mess.

“Come here, come here. Come here right now,” you reach for him and push his boxers down, and he pulls you down the bed and bites his lip as he thrusts once to bury himself inside of you, “Oh, fuck!”

John chuckles low and soft in your ear, “You might wanna lay on your stomach and bury your face.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he licks his lips and nods his head, and you roll over to your stomach like he suggests. He slides back between your legs as you put your face in the pillow, then he leans closer to your ear, “This is much better.”

You smile as you look over your shoulder at him to say something to him, but he thrusts his hips hard, knocking the breath and the words out of you. You place your hand on the headboard to keep yourself from jolting forward and hitting your head with every jerk of his hips, then you look back at him as you laugh.

“Gonna turn your legs into jello, Mrs. Wick,” he whispers, and you cock up your brow.

“Oh, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you tease even though you absolutely know he will.

John leans down and kisses your shoulder, “You know me, I always keep my promises.”

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“You know, I really love your after-sex hair,” John says, tucking your hair behind your ear, “It’s always a little damp so the natural curls come out. You always look so sexy.”

You smile as you reach over for a strawberry, “Your hair gets curly when it’s damp too. It’s sexy. It curls at the ends.”

John bites into a strawberry as he lounges on bed next to the platter of fruit and crackers. He holds up a strawberry for you, then he smiles when you bite it. The two of you sit in silence for a few moments as you snack, and you look over to see the time; a little after 10. You’re happy it isn’t too late.

The days of staying up until the early hours of the morning are now pretty limited since you have to have your wits about you during the day with a baby. Every now and then when Ronan is with your parents, you and John might stay up a little later than usual but it’s not common.

“Can I try something?” John asks, and you nod your head as you look at him. He moves the platter away a little, then he takes his half eaten strawberry and crawls closer to you.

“What are you doing?”

John laughs, “Trying something.”

You laugh a little as John gestures for you to lay down, then he unties your robe and opens it. You look up at him as he licks his lips, then he takes the strawberry and gently trails it around your nipple, watching the pink juice roll over your breast. He leans down and sucks it off, and you hum softly. He sits up and rubs the strawberry in a circular motion over your nipple again, and you moan when he sucks it off again.

John opens your robe more and trails the cold wet strawberry over both of your nipples, then down your stomach, his lips not far behind as he licks up the trail of juice. He kisses back up to you, then he smiles and offers the rest of the strawberry to you, which you take.

The two of you look at each other for a moment, then you frantically pull your robe off and crawl over to him as he takes his boxers off.

“One more time.” you whisper, and John nods with his lips pressed to yours. “God, you make me crazy.”

John lets out small grunt when you push him down and crawl on top of him, then you grab a strawberry and smirk as you look down at him.

“Your turn.”

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[sunflowerandstrawberryspice]

Little redraw of a scene I did for Inktober day 3 (path), I'm autistic so, of course, I immediately thought of my favorite scene from the Garmadon comics!

This gives me the perfect opportunity to talk about them cause holy shit they have a huge grasp on my psyche lol (Remember this is all for fun and the haha sillies so please be nice):

The comic was so genuinely good and captured Garmadon's character SO WELL! Like they made him such a fantastic character (I thought he was before but this just reinforced it) and I loved the way it showed he was impacted by everything that happened and how he feels about himself like UGH it was so great.

Also, I'm sorry but the scene where Other Garmadon is like "Did Wu warn you or did you only wish he had?" Is so sad cause like 1) He wanted to believe someone tried to stop him, that there was someone looking out and trying to save him but ALSO 2) this means that he kinda made himself think it was HIS fault for not listening, which kinda feeds into the narrative of him feeling like there was only one path for him.

I would like to point out there could kinda if you squint be an allegory for like queerness/anyone rejected by society HERE ME OUT! This is obviously a stretch I'll admit but like the demonization of oneself, literally fighting another version of himself until he comes to accept he isn't only the bad parts of himself and can grow and change and is a person! Also, Garmadon is just kinda fruity in general side-eyeing his """"Roommate"""" Vinny Folsen of NGTV News and his WHOLE dynamic with Clouse in Tournament of Elements (Garmadon a Bi icon).

Anyway yeah I love Garmadon and yall should to, fuck crystalized, I hope we get more of Garmadon in Dragons Rising and lowkey I think it would be super funny if the first canonical queer rep in Ninjago was Garmadon an ex-warlord son of god who happens to also be Oni and just Vinny who is literally just A Dude tm.

That's all from me, I am now going to fade into the abyss until I finish the Spinjitzu Brothers books when I will surly return with new opinions! BYEEEEEE!

[knwatchesninjago]

S1E9 The Royal Blacksmiths

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS EP!!!!!!!

MY BELOVED COLEY POLEY!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOSHHHH!!!! Y'ALLLLL!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS EP WAS SOOO GOOD!!!!

Okay, so I got some time today so I decided to finish rewatching this ep and OH MY GOSHHHH!!!!!! <33333333

Well, LETS GET STARTED!!!

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#Pythor's weird face

Dude... Pythor. Who do you think you are? Night Ninja? I mean like you wearing a beard, doesn't change who you are, lol. (Kudos to y'all if you figure out the reference, lol)

Sighhhh. At least these 4 Ninjas weren't dumb enough to actually fall for the whole beard "disguise", lolll. Looking at you Newton Star, loll

Man... I miss that show so much... the nostalgia... loll

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ANYWAYS!!!!

This ep had SOOOOO much of

#SiblingBonding

Honestly, I was so happy that they were seen in different outfits!!

Cole especially looks sooooooo cute in the gray hoodie!! <333 But he always looks cute!! Lol.

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Speaking of Cole!!!!

OH MY GOSHHHH!!!! His and his dad's dynamic is soooo GOOD!!!!!

Honestly, I love this relationship soo much because it's so relatable in many aspects!!

And Y'ALL!!! I KID U NOT!!!

I squealed so hard when I saw this scene again!!!

MY LITTLE BLACKBERRY!!!!!!! <333333

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There were also some more sibling bonding!!! But this time it's with Wu and Garm!!

Due to the annoying 30-image limit, I can't show all of my screenshots.

"Just like old times?"

"Just like old times."

*wipes a tear*

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AALSOOOO!!!

#Lloydster_Enters_the_Scene

MY BABY!!!!!!! YOU LIVEEEE!!!! <3333333

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Alas.. I am up to 30... I have to say, this ep was just what I needed after a long day at school!!!

I leave you all with this:

#NeverPauseNinjago

Byeeeeee!!!!!! See y'all at ep 10!!!!

https://www.tumblr.com/kittenninja14/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[petalsofgod]

A SP success & failure story lesson - The importance of tracking self

Hey guys!! it's been around 3 months since the last time i've written an entry here because i was busy with my academic goals and so many shit had happened by then so i'm updating

Which brings me to today's topic.... HOW I MANIFESTED MY SP (and how i half assed my manifestation)

I will try to keep it short. On my previous manifestation, i manifested my SP to come back to my city. A few days later, i noticed myself imagining him to kiss me out of nowhere. Idk why i was even imagining that because we were best friends for years and i didn't want anything else, but i was identifying with that imagination for ne reason??

So guess what happened. We hung at his place the next day and EVERYTHING I HAVE IMAGINED had happened. We kissed for hours. But later that day, i couldn't keep the same vision.

I was thinking of the situation 7/24 and focusing on the 3D, never focusing on the wish fulfilled state.

2-3 weeks has passed by and i come to the conclusion that i couldn't stand being his friend anymore. I needed to be in a relationship.

I started assuming i'm in a relationship with him and didn't take no for an answer. I was in that state for days.

Then i bumped into him. We went at his place and hugged for hours, slept together, he gave me forehead kisses, we held hands etc.

My emotions overflowed and i started focusing on 3D again.

My mistake was, whenever i got movement from 3D, i couldn't keep up with the end story. I always focused on the movement. As you can guess, that didn't stay. I had assumed that i'd ruin things everyday. I was even checking his insta profile to see if he unfollowed me FOR NO REASON???

guess what had happened. While i was assuming that i'm gonna ruin things, i got into an argument with him because of my insecurity. I blocked him, he unfollowed me on instagram etc.

So thats the story of how i successfully manifested my SP to fall in love with me then fucked up my manifestation going back and forth and focusing on 3D

By today, i'm starting to focus on my wish fulfilled state!! even if i get movement from 3D LOLLLLLZ

I'm in a loving relationship with him. I'm never ever falling out of the state againnn i'm gonna track myself and update yall guys byeeeeee thats all for today i gtg study

Have a nice day and stop focusing on your 3D!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kittenninja14]

Ninjago Recommendation #9

AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Y'ALLL!!!!! THIS FIC IS SOOO CUTE!!!!

It takes place in the movie-verse but b4 the movie actually starts.

The summary:

Lloyd is an emphath meaning he can feel everyone's emotions. Sadly everyone hates him. But that doesn't stop him from giving comfort and love to others in a similar state like him.- starting with a certain blue-eyed boy.

YALLL!!! THIS FIC IS SOOOOO GOOODD!!! IT DEFINITELY IS A GIANT MUST READ!!!!

If y'all are Lloyd stans, this fic is purr-fect for you!! <33

This fic is overally (i just made a word!! :D) A-MEOW-ZING!!!

(And here’s a thing… I never just had off the “a-meow-zing” title to everyone. The fics that I really love get that token.)

Anyways, i gtg to do ELA and do a district assessment :')

wish me luck!! byeeeeee!!

https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

[terminally-outsiders-obsessed]

if your insert got hurt what would the gang do

OMG SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO GET TO THIS I honestly didn’t have any motivation to actually write so here we are

anyways lemme start yapping (warning might be a bit ooc but I’m trying really hard for it not to be so it’s not intentional)

TW: mention of wounds and being jumped n such, brief mention of weed, though it’s nothing too graphic (unless you count inexperience with drugs graphic /j). stay safe yall 💕

Darry

Darry is a father figure to Casper (as he is with most of the gang), and I can imagine two different scenarios

one: Casper got jumped (probably for snagging money from the socs for weed) and Darry lightly scolds him about being more careful around the socs and tries to encourage him not to get money from them

two: Casper just does something stupid, which leads to him getting way more harsh scolding

either way, Darry still scolds him (yet while patching him up)

Sodapop

oh sodapop you sweet man

for most of these it’s just gonna be in the context of Cas getting jumped

Sodapop thinks of Casper as another brother due to how close Casper and Ponyboy are, and also the Curtis’ by default

Sodapop is very comforting and such as he patches Cas up, making sure that he doesn’t hurt him too much while disinfecting his wounds

10/10 my favorite himbo /j

Ponyboy

had to leave and brainstorm then come back but I think I got an idea

Ponyboy acts a lot like Sodapop, yet less comforting but only because he’s a little awkward

Pony definitely doesn’t leave Cas alone for a little after, mostly because he knows that Cas is a particular target of the socs

Johnny

warning Johnny and Casper are gay and they kiss but they’re both boys oooooo

Johnny nearly tweaks when Cas gets jumped lmao

he’s like Ponyboy and is a bit awkward but less so because he has gotten jumped pretty bad before too ofc

after the Curtis brothers patch Cas up, Johnny and him go back to Casper’s

Casper can smoke weed in piece as he rests his head on Johnny’s chest and yaps about what happened then they pass out

I love my gays hi gays

Dally

Dally acts like he hates Casper but they act more like brothers

Dally laughs at him for getting jumped and then very seriously asks about what the socs look like so he can beat they ahh

Let’s up on their roughhousing until he knows Casper is healed bc he’s not a monster (debatable)

Steve

steve fans I’m so sorry idk what to write for lil bro, I’ll try to do a character study or smth later so I can think of something for him cries

one of yall should help me with Steve’s character I need assistance from the professionals

will update later if I think of anything

Two-Bit

two-bit is a silly goose omg

he shows genuine concern but also jokes around and they giggle together bc Casper is practically high 25/8 and finds everything funny

them and dally are such a trio omg I could write about them for days tbh (don’t ask me to it would take ten years)

mickey mouse is on while Casper is being patched up and both of them giggle and watch

my skrunle bungus 💕💕💕💕💕 the scrimblo bimblo 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

ANYWAYS THATS IT GAMERS YAYYYYYY sorry it took so long

everyone please send me asks if you have anything you want me to yap about!!!! okay byeeeeee

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