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written for @idkanygoodusernamesblog. blitzø x afab/fem reader. it was supposed to be quick and easy, but it morphed into a 1.7k monster. blitzø finds out you're a virgin and offers to help you out.

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"Look, if this is your kink, you can just say it, sugartits,” Blitzø quips casually, an eyebrow raised and an annoyingly familiar smirk in place as he studies you. He has a drink in hand and he lounges back against the arm of the couch, all swagger and self-assuredness. “Let that freak-ass flag of yours fly.”

You roll your eyes, cheeks flushed with heat as you set your glass back on the coffee table in front of you. You should have known agreeing to get drunk with the imp was a stupid idea. You were far too honest when drunk. “It’s not a kink.”

He blinks at you for a moment, blinks again. Then he bursts in raucous laughter.

“You’re fuckin’ serious?!” he crows incredulously. “You died a virgin?!”

“Shut the fuck up, Blitzø.”

“How the shit did that even happen?” he continues, undaunted by your tone. “You are way too fuckable to not get dicked down on the reg.”

You sigh, forcing a shrug despite the way his comment sends a thrill through you. “It’s not that complicated, dude. It just… never happened, alright?”

Blitzø’s smirk widens into something more devious. His tail twitches almost predatorily, and you feel the spade of it brush against your thigh. You were wearing a dress, and the feel of it, even briefly, against your bare skin sets goosebumps along your flesh. “Want to fix that?”

“Don’t be a dick, Blitzø.”

“No, I’m offering you my dick, sweetness,” he replies, his eyes travelling over you in a way that makes you press your thighs together. It’s a tiny movement, but from the way his eyes flick back to your face and his smile twitches wider, you know he noticed it. He shifts in his seat, leaning towards you. You see his gaze drop to the swell of your breasts for a moment, his pupils dilating. “I can show you what you’ve been missin’, and you get to experience some top-shelf quality fucking at the same time.”

You swallow, nerves and something that makes your exhalation shudder rising inside you. “What makes you think I’d be interested in—”

Blitzø runs a hand up your knee, pushing it aside until he can move to knee between your thighs. His claws graze along your skin and you shiver. “I’ve got fifty bucks that says you’re dripping wet right now.”

You scoff. “Oh, yeah, because I’m just gonna—”

The imp’s mouth meets yours hungrily, your voice catching in a squeak as he pushes you back against the arm of the couch. His kiss is rough but his lips are surprisingly soft, and you find yourself reaching up to take his face in your hands. You can feel Blitzø’s smirk against your lips, feel his hand claim your hip, and when you whimper, he slides his tongue into your mouth.

Heat floods through every inch of you to pool in your lower stomach, and you arch up under his touch as his hand brushes up along your waist. One of your hands moves up to touch the spikes between his horns and Blitzø groans in response, his teeth graze your bottom lip.

“Fuck…” he chuckles against your lips, and you whine as his mouth moved down over the side of your neck. His hands squeeze your thighs and spread them wider, and your breathing shakes as he sucks what you would later swear is a possessive mark into the side of your throat.

You fumble with his shirt and he pulls away to take it off, his eyes closing briefly as you reach up to run your fingers over the scars coloring his side. Then his mouth is on yours again his hands tearing the buttons down the front of your dress. When they’re undone he spreads the fabric apart, and you flush under his gaze as he lets it travel down over your body.

“Satan’s balls, you’re like a wet dream.”

You laugh despite yourself and he grins widely, cupping your breast in his hand. You moan, pressing into his touch as he squeezes.

“Christ, that sound is going straight to my dick.” Blitzø groans, lowering himself over to you to run his tongue over a lace-covered nipple and down over your shuddering stomach. His claws curl around your inner thighs. “Now, you remember my name, don’t ya, sugar?”

“Wh— of course I do!”

“Good,” he says, all cocksure smirk and hooded eyes as you hear the obnoxious sound of your underwear being torn away from your body. He spreads your legs wider, his eyes on yours as he hesitates just above where you suddenly need him the most. “’Cause you’re about to have a real strong urge to start screamin’ for ‘God’, but he’s got nothin’ to do with how fuckin’ good you’re about to feel.”

You don’t even have time to roll your eyes before his tongue is on your clit and you moan. He snickers, pulling away long enough to comment, “Heh, I fuckin’ knew you were wet.”

Despite his humor he works you apart slowly, reveling in the way your head falls back against the arm of the couch and the way your hips rise up to push against his mouth. His hands smooth over your hips, thumbs brushing soothing circles against your pelvis as he teases your clit.

“Blitzø…” you whimper his name and he slides a finger into you, sucking on your clit as you grind against his face.

“Damn fuckin’ right,” he mutters proudly against your cunt, flicking his forked tongue over your swollen clit. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”

“So fucking good…” you whine and when he laughs you take hold of his horns and force his face back between your legs. His laugh turns to one of pride, and he rewards you with another finger and the teasing of his tongue against your clit. “Fuck, Blitzø…”

He pulls away slowly, almost reluctantly, teeth digging into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh before he climbs back up your body. “Well, aren’t you just the sweetest little thing when you wanna cum?” he teases, his fingers still asking a lazy pace inside you. “Wanna beg me for it?”

“Prick,” you spit out even as your eyes roll back.

“’Atta girl.” he snickers, taking hold of the hand you have clenched around the couch cushion and leading it between his legs. Your palm cups the bulge straining against his jeans and he groans, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you dare to squeeze.

“You ready for this?” He kisses you before you can answer, and you taste yourself on his tongue. You jerk beneath him as his thumb touches your clit. “Tell me you want it, baby. Tell me you want my cock in your sweet little cunt.”

You nod eagerly, pulling him down into another kiss that’s all tongue and heavy breath. When you speak its against his lips. “Please.”

You hear the clink of his belt and when he presses his cock into you its slowly, every inch given to you in agonizing increments. You arch up under him, one hand clutching at his arm as he fills you, his face falling to the crook of your neck.

“Holy tits, you feel good…” he mutters into your skin, lips and teeth grazing your collarbone. He pauses when he bottoms out inside you, the full size of him creating an intoxicating ache between your thighs as he stretches you further open. “Shiiiiit….”

He doesn’t move until he feels you rock your hips beneath his, taking up a pace that you could almost consider careful, sliding almost all the way out of you before thrusting back in. Its steady and its infuriatingly slow but every press of his hips into yours makes your breath hitch and your fingers flex against his shoulders. You can feel his tail wind itself around your calf, feel the heat of his breath against your throat.

“How’s it feel, sugar?” he asks even as he groans his own pleasure, a crease in his brow. “You ready to start screaming yet?”

You attempt to swallow back a moan but it breaks in your throat, coming out as a plea for harder.

Blitzø grins and obliges, kissing you again as his hips almost slam into yours. This time you do moan aloud, breaking away from his mouth to throw your head back. You wrap your legs around him, forcing him to thrust deeper, to graze against that sweet spot inside you with every press forward, and when he does you cum, loudly and with his name on your lips.

Blitzø fucks you like that until you can feel tears in your eyes and your thighs are shaking, each new orgasm announced with your voice calling out his name. When he touches your clit you curse and tighten around him so much that his eyes roll back, and Blitzø cums too, swearing into your chest.

Unable to roll off you on the couch – you lost your virginity on his couch – he slides out of you slowly and shakily pushes himself up into a kneel between your thighs, slumping against the back of the couch.

He chuckles, wiping a hand over his face. “Fuckin’ told ya you’d be screaming my name.”

You shove him away with you knee and his laughter doubles. He catches hold of your thigh, smirking in satisfaction as your flesh twitches from overstimulation. You smile despite yourself, your breathing unsteady. “Asshole.”

“You want me to fuck that too?” he shoots back cockily. “I’d say we need lube but you’re so wet we can—“

You push yourself up and grab him around the back of his neck, jerking him down into a kiss. He relaxes into it, and you feel his hand ghost over your thigh and up to your waist.

“Blitzø.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.”

He grins, and you shudder as he grazes his fingers over the mark he left on your thigh. “Gotcha.”

#i tried to make it gentle like you wanted while still making it... blitzø #he's hard to write and i hope this feels in character #blitzo x reader #blitzo #blitz x reader #blitzø x reader #blitzø #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #my fic #blitz posting

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 2 days

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Out of This World

A/N: This is my contribution to the @dieterbravobrainrotclub May server challenge. Was it supposed to be a 1k word drabble? Yes. Did I intend to keep it at that length? Truly, I did. Did I absolutely play myself like a fucking fiddle? Again, yes. Am I sorry? Fuck no, I am not. This story single-handedly pulled me out of a month-long slump, so I was not about to clip it's wings. I had a flippin' blast writing this one, and I hope you will have a flippin' blast reading it!

Prompt: Meet Cute + "Do you believe in aliens?"

Warnings: a bunch of F bombs and other swears if anyone cares about that, mentions of past drug use and addiction but nothing current or detailed, Dieter's wild finger-combed curls

Word Count: 5.7k

Fun Fact: The Rancho Mirage Observatory is a real place, linked with the city's library, which means that it is open to the public. How frickin' cool is that? Learn more here.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Fifteen years ago, if someone would have told you that double majoring in physics and engineering would eventually lead to you sharing a scene with an Oscar winning actor in a big budget Hollywood film, you would have laughed directly in their face.

Which was pretty much what you did when Sharon, the executive director at the Rancho Mirage Observatory where you worked, told you that the facility was going to be used as a filming location for an upcoming summer blockbuster.

“Sure, Sharon,” you smirked and playfully rolled your eyes without looking away from your computer. “And we’re all gonna be big stars, right?”

Sharon had a proclivity for puns. Cheesy, obvious, predictable puns, at that, but it was sort of endearing. You were certain that the “news” she was sharing was just a set up for wordplay that you could see coming from lightyears away. Sharon’s puns were rubbing off on you just a little.

You, though, as scientists sometimes are when testing theories, were wrong.

“Well, no, not all of us,” Sharon responded, a somewhat mischievous grin on her face. “Just you.”

That got your full attention, your eyes going satellite- wide as you snapped your head up to look at your boss. “What?”

She went on to explain that the casting director for the film - a sci-fi thriller called The Goldilocks Zone - preferred to cast actual professionals for small parts when applicable. Doing so meant that there was far less of a chance of an actor fumbling technical jargon or performing a job-specific task incorrectly, meaning that there was less of a chance that something that didn’t make sense would make the final cut. Like an astronomer adjusting the telescope lens the wrong way, for example.

Right away, you thought of every medical drama you’d ever watched with your mom. She’d been an x-ray technician for thirty years, and she always noticed when an actor on screen was looking at a diagnostic image backwards or had hung a film upside down on the lightboard. It happened often. Like, once an episode, often.

From that perspective, what this casting director was doing was smart.

But from the perspective of you not having a lick of acting experience, you weren’t sure it was the best call.

When you pointed that out, it was Sharon’s turn to roll her eyes. “Please,” she said with a wave of her hand. “You basically put on a live one-woman show every time you lead a tour or host a stargazing night. And you answer the most out there questions imaginable from kids without missing a beat. You can absolutely handle a few scripted lines about your area of expertise. Unless, I mean…” She shook her head and dropped the borderline giddy excitement. “If you don’t want to do it you obviously don’t have to. It’s entirely up to you.”

You stared at her over the top of your computer screen, face frozen in an expression of utter shock. After a few seconds had passed and you realized you hadn’t said anything, you blinked and cleared your throat. “Um… Can I think about it? And do you know like, what I’d have to do or say or…” You trailed off, circling your wrist in a so on and so forth gesture.

Sharon nodded. “Of course! The casting director just needs to know by Friday whether you’re in or if he needs to start reaching out to other astronomers in the area. He sent me some notes about the scene you’d be in. I’ll forward them to you so you can look ‘em over.” She spoke your name then, your eyebrows raising in response. “For what it’s worth, I think you should do it.” She smiled, wrinkling her nose. “It’s not everyday someone offers you a shot to showcase the thing you’re most passionate about in front of so many people.”

You’d opened her email as soon as she got back to her office to send it, and when you saw the name of the lead actor in the brief scene description, you nearly fell out of your chair.

Dieter Bravo.

Dieter fucking Bravo.

You had to read it three times before the rest of the information sunk in.

The scene you were being tapped for was one of the opening ones of the movie. In it, Dieter’s character, Thiago, is trying to connect with his on screen love interest’s space-obsessed kid, Jae, by bringing them to the observatory for a tour. The purpose of the scene is to drop hints at the movie’s main plot without diving straight into the action, as well as to establish the nature of the relationship between Thiago and Jae - which, from the sound of it, is the classic “this guy isn’t good enough for my mom” to “actually he’s not that bad” to “he risked his life to save mine and now he’s my family” pipeline. It involves both actors asking you questions during the Q&A portion of your scripted tour, and the whole scene is scheduled to be shot in two days, with two additional days blocked off for B-roll footage and wide shots.

It seemed simple enough. As long as you could get over the fact that you’d be working with Dieter fucking Bravo. You let Sharon know that you were in on Wednesday of that week, two days before the director’s deadline.

And then three months went by, the buzz of excitement growing around the observatory as the filming dates grew closer, but there was still plenty of work to keep you busy in the meantime.

But now you’re standing in front of the RMO with Sharon, watching as trailers and trucks carting everything from costumes to cameras roll into the small parking lot. It seems like an overwhelming amount of equipment and personnel for just a few days, but then again you have no idea of what is necessary to pull off a production like this one.

Guess I’m about to find out.

“This is so friggin’ exciting!” Sharon checks her name badge for the sixth time in half as many minutes, making sure it’s on straight. She’s beaming but trying not to explode, and you can’t help but smile. Because, yeah. It’s really friggin’ exciting.

“I truly can’t believe this is happening, Shar.” You let out a nervous laugh and shake your head slowly as two black SUVs pull in behind where the trailers have finished setting up. “This is batshit.”

Before Sharon can click her tongue over your choice of vocabulary, the latest arrivals emerge from their vehicles. From one comes a young actor you’ve seen in several TV shows, their face instantly lighting up at the sight of the observatory’s twin domes set against the backdrop of the hills. They turn excitedly to the two women who arrived with them - one you can tell is the kid’s mom, the other you assume is a tutor since filming is taking place during the school year - and when they turn back towards the building, their smile has nearly tripled in width and brightness, and you wonder if they don’t share the same enthusiasm for all things space-related that the character they’re portraying has.

If so, this has got to be a dream role. Hell, they’re what, thirteen? It’s a dream role regardless.

The trio make their way up to where you and Sharon are waiting to greet them, and hands are shaken and names exchanged - River Harmon, playing Jae and confirming your suspicion about their love of science and the stars, Marla Harmon, River’s mom who is just as eager to get inside and have a look around, and Addison Wright, River’s tutor , who reminds everyone that three hours need to be set aside each day for schoolwork. You chat for a few minutes, just small talk about the weather - hot and sunny before the clock has even hit 9 am - and River mentions the In-And-Out Burger that they passed on the way in, which you tell them is your favorite guilty pleasure in the area.

You’re all laughing at some ridiculous pun Sharon makes regarding the term “animal style” when two more people make their way up the path. You suck in a breath and feel your stomach flip when you register Dieter standing only a few feet from you, accompanied by a petite woman carrying what appears to be a toolbox but upon closer inspection you realize is actually a bag full of hair products and grooming tools. Which makes sense - those wild and wavy curls definitely don’t tame themselves, and from the looks of it, Dieter’s go-to grooming method is just to rake his fingers through his hair.

Not that that’s not working for him, honestly. Fuck.

You let your eyes wash over the man in front of you for a second before the introductions are made. He’s wearing loose-fitting light green linen pants that are tied with a drawstring at the waist, paired with a peachy orange tie-dye tee and a white short sleeved button down left open. You can easily see his two signature triangular tattoos, as well as a few hemp and thread bracelets around his wrist and several chunky rings adorning his hands. Despite the fact that summer has yet to officially start, his skin glows a sunkissed bronze hue like he’s been laying on a beach for weeks. To say he looks good is a friggin’ understatement, in Sharon’s words.

In your own, he looks fucking incredible. A far cry from the tabloid shots that came out a few years ago, paparazzi taking terrible advantage of the fact that Dieter’s struggles with addiction were threatening his health and appearance. He looks healthier and happier than you ever remember seeing him look in interviews or on red carpets, and despite the fact that he’s still for all intents and purposes a stranger to you, you feel a sudden swell of happiness for him for working through those difficult times.

He doesn’t remain a stranger for long, though.

Plucking one wired earbud from his right ear, he winds the cord up and shoves it into his pocket with his phone, and then steps up next to River, his full attention on you as he slides the sunglasses he’s wearing up to sit on top of his head amidst the finger-combed curls.

“Hi,” he says in a manner that seems far too casual when paired with the way his deep brown eyes cut right into your own. He gives you a lopsided smile and extends one bear-paw sized hand, and then he speaks your name, which catches you off guard since you haven’t given it to him yet. “I’ve seen some of the videos of your programs on YouTube,” he says as an explanation to why someone as vastly well-known as he is would know anything about you before you’d even spoken a word. “I’m Dieter.”

You certainly are.

He chuckles and so does River and you can feel Sharon’s second-hand embarrassment as you realize that you just said that out loud. Oh, fuck. “I mean,” you let out a huff of laughter as you wince at yourself. “It’s great to meet you, Dieter.” You meet his waiting palm with yours, his skin warm as his fingers wrap around it and give a light squeeze. “We’re all very excited to have you both -” You look pointedly at River, who smiles widely. “- here at the Rancho Mirage Observatory.”

“Not as excited as we are to be here,” River pipes up, elbowing the man playing their on screen step-dad. “Right Dieter?”

Dieter looks beyond you at the impressive building housing the massive telescope, and you’re struck by the look of awe on his face. “Yeah,” he states, nodding. “Sure beats the hell out of a sound stage.”

River rolls their eyes and shoots you a look that’s brimming with adolescent snark as they throw a thumb in Dieter’s direction. “Don’t let him downplay it. He’s been going on and on about shooting at this place since we got the greenlight to come here. He’s more stoked than I am, and that’s saying something.”

You’re not sure, it could just be the sun, but you think you catch a hint of color climbing his cheeks as Dieter spins one of his rings around his finger. “Yeah, well…” He shrugs, expression returning to neutral. “I’ve always had a thing for space.”

River nods sagely up at him. “Because you’re from Pluto. Right. I get it.”

That makes everyone laugh, even Dieter, who pulls River into a joke headlock and ruffles their hair, yanking their hood up over their head for good measure. “Earthlings these days,” he mutters to you, making the same thumb gesture at River that they used at him. “Can’t take ‘em anywhere.”

You laugh, and you’re surprised at just how easily it comes in the presence of one of the most in demand actors on this or any planet. “Ah, don’t worry. We get lots of Earthlings here.” You shoot River a wink as Dieter finally lets go of their hood, and then you look back up at him. “We know how to handle their kind.”

“Good, because I have nooooo idea.” He raises his eyebrows and swings his hands out to the sides and you’re not sure why you thought you knew what he would be like before you met him, but he’s smashing your expectations with how real he seems.And how different he is from the man depicted in the tabloids.

Before you have a chance to respond, a man holding a clipboard and wearing a headset comes bustling over to remind Sharon about the schedule - A quick tour of the facility for the actors and crew, then time for the crew to get set while River completes their schoolwork for the day, hair and makeup for the actors, which you’re reminded includes you, and then filming - and you’re grateful for the PA whirlwind, because it gives you a chance to process the way being two feet away from Dieter’s smile is making your stomach flip.

Get your shit together, this is work… Just work, with an insanely attractive actor who keeps smiling like that when the cameras aren’t even rolling yet. I cannot fucking believe this is happening right now.

Thankfully you’re able to keep your inner monologue where it belongs this time, your thoughts only interrupted by the sound of Sharon clearing her throat and saying your name. “Shall we take the stars to space?”

Oh, Sharon, you really can’t help yourself, can you?

You nod once, grinning. “Absolutely.” You’re still extraordinarily nervous about being in front of the camera. But this part? Showing earnestly interested guests around the observatory and sharing the wonders of science and space? This part you are entirely confident about. Beckoning with one arm, you cock your head toward the door. “Right this way.”

– – –

Dieter can’t remember the last time he was this excited to be on location for a job.

Partially because it had been a long time since his dramatic roles intersected with his personal interests, and partially because there was a time period of about five years - with the Cliff Beasts debacle coming at the tail end - where remembering anything at all was almost as big a challenge as was finding enjoyment anywhere. The triple threat of cocaine addiction, isolation and depression was a hell of a hole to dig himself out of. If six feet is the depth of a grave, he was basically five and a half feet down.

Crazy how a brush with mortality paired with the realization that his life was still worth saving can make a person want to claw their way back to the surface. And even though things with Anika hadn’t worked out long term, not a day goes by that Dieter doesn’t acknowledge that there was no way he was climbing those five and a half feet without her help. The fact that they remain friends is constant reinforcement that his worth goes well beyond his work on the screen or his talents in the bedroom or the number of zeros in his bank account. He provides her with nothing but his friendship. Nothing but himself, and it’s shown him that just himself is good enough.

He’s even been invited to her upcoming wedding, and he has every intention of going. But that’s not for a few months still. Luckily the date is sandwiched between the end of filming for The Goldilocks Zone and the film’s premier. And with this being the only project he’s working on currently, he’s able to focus entirely on the film and then entirely on his personal life.

First though, he’s going to focus entirely on this tour. For three reasons: One being that like he told you, he’s always had an interest in the great unknown vastness of space. The second, that he always tries to immerse himself in the world of the characters he portrays. And the last? The instant interest he’s taken in you.

She’s fucking incredible.

He’s already familiar with you from the videos that the RMO posted to their YouTube account. As soon as he heard that you’d agreed to take the small role, Dieter watched every single one of them, completely enthralled. Your enthusiasm was so tangibly genuine, your knowledge of astrophysics so deeply complex and your ability to explain things in ways that anyone could understand unmatched. He watched your presentation on Kepler-22b four times for crying out loud, and not because he needed that many times to absorb and digest the information. He’d watched and rewatched because it was simply that enjoyable. You made it that enjoyable.

It didn’t hurt at all that he also happened to find you stunning.

The five and a half feet down version of him would have tried to make a move on you before you’d even finished the tour. Hell, before you’d even started it. And though there was still a part of him that was screaming with how badly he wanted to drag you off into the domed viewing room and fuck you until you were the one seeing stars, an even bigger part was steering him in a different direction - one where he actually got to know you.

Not just the you that was “on” for a presentation. Not just the you that engaged with River as they asked a thousand questions about the telescope and it’s range. Not just the you that worked at the RMO. From the moment he saw you standing there, from the moment his hand closed around yours and your smile widened so that it reached your eyes, Dieter found himself wanting to know the you that lay beneath your work.

And then maybe the you that lay beneath your clothes. But that was secondary. A close secondary, sure, but secondary nonetheless.

I wanna know more about her.

That’s why when the tour ends and River reluctantly heads off with their mom and Addison, Dieter doesn’t retreat to his trailer like he normally would when he has downtime on set. Kylie, his stylist, does head back so she can call home and check on her wife and kids, and Sharon, flits off to her office. But you remain in the large circular room watching with interest as the crew starts rigging up the lighting and blocking off marks for the actors with different colored tape, giving him the perfect opportunity to start on that mission.

“So, you ready for your silver screen debut?” You must have assumed that he’d gone with the rest of the group, because when he speaks, you spin to face him with a look of surprise on your face that only makes you more attractive to him. Dieter laughs, the sound a gentle one without ridicule, lifting his hands with his palms facing you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You laugh at yourself, too, closing your eyes and giving a small shake of your head. “No, it’s okay, I’m just…” Another huff of almost incredulous laughter comes from your lips as you open your eyes and look straight at him. “Having a bit of a ‘pinch me’ moment, here.”

You walk down the few steps from the base of the telescope to join him on the main level, the railing cordoning off the enormous piece of equipment between you. Dieter leans against it from his side and you do the same from yours. “Hey, I get it. I felt the same way the first time I was on set.”

Narrowing your eyes and tilting your head, you respond with, “I think it was a little different for you, Dieter. This-” You gesture to the crew spilling in and filling up the perimeter of the room. “-isn’t exactly my wheelhouse.”

He wants to reassure you that you’re going to do more than fine, but he’s caught up on the way his name sounds in your voice. Part of his brain jettisons off to thoughts of what it would sound like in a very different scenario. But that’s not the him in the here and now, so he clears his throat and his mind all at once.

“Nah,” he says, bringing one hand up to scratch at his chin. “My first role had me literally shaking in my shoes. I was a little older than River. That kid is gonna be a fuckin’ star if they keep the mindset they have now, that’s for sure.” You nod, because it’s clear to anyone with eyes that the kid has their head on straight and an excellent support system to help them navigate the industry. “But me? I was a basketcase. So nervous, even though it was my dream.” He sighs. “Still get nervous sometimes.”

That makes you widen your eyes in surprise. “Really? Mr. two-time Oscar winner gets the jitters before starting a new role?”

“Oh yeah.” Dieter groans, shaking his head and looking down. When he lifts his chin again he finds you waiting, his own smile stretching out across his lips. “Imposter syndrome comes for us all. That bastard.”

That pulls a laugh from the center of your chest and his first thought is how do I make that happen again? “It is a bastard, isn’t it?” You hum and Dieter nods. “Well that makes me feel a little better.”

“Good.” He stands up straight, keeping both hands planted on the rail, and you do that same. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re gonna be great.”

You suck in a small breath that he might have missed if he wasn’t so keyed into your every move. “Thanks, Dieter.”

“Of course.” He taps his fingers on the railing, one of his rings clanging against the metal. “So, can I ask you a question?”

You raise your arms to your sides, elbows bent and fingers spread. “That’s quite literally what I’m here for.” Looking over your shoulder, you gesture towards the telescope. “If it’s about this beauty right here, I can-”

“No, it’s…” Dieter’s tongue slips out to wet his lips, warmth splashing through his chest at the way your eyes track its movement. “Not about the telescope. Though I definitely wouldn’t say no if you were just about to offer me a chance to look through it?”

You chuckle. “I think that can be arranged, though it’ll have to wait until all these lights are gone. Or at least off. And it would have to be after dark for the best views.”

“Seriously?” His excitement over the prospect of getting a peek into the cosmos briefly overtakes his desire to ask the question on his mind. You confirm that it would be no big deal and he takes you up on it without hesitation. “Done. Tonight?”

You take your lower lip between your teeth for a split second and he struggles not to stare. “Sure.”

That would be…

“Amazing.” He smiles and runs a hand through his hair. Suddenly his belly fills with the flap of a thousand monarch wings like he hasn’t felt in over a decade. It’s unusual, but refreshing, and he finds that he kind of likes it.

I can’t get ahead of myself, though.

Clearing your throat, you tap your fingers against the railing. “But, um, if that wasn’t your question -” You shrug one shoulder. “What is?”

Kylie comes through the door at that exact moment, calling Dieter’s name before he can answer. “Dieter? You in he- Oh. There you are.” She glances at you, and then back at him, her sharp green eyes measuring and analyzing the small amount of space between the two of you, and he sees her do her best to keep a knowing grin erupt. It doesn’t, and Dieter shoots her a look of gratitude which he knows she catches. “Sorry, but Tyler decided that we should do some promo stills while we’re here, and he wants to make use of River’s school time, so that means you need to get to hair and makeup earlier than planned. Like, now, earlier.” She adds that last part with a roll of her eyes.

Dieter sighs. “Alright, Ky, I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

She nods and turns to leave, sidestepping the sound engineer who is bringing in his equipment to get set up, and Dieter faces you. “Raincheck on that question?”

You laugh. “Yeah. No problem. Ask me tonight.”

“Oh, I will,” Dieter promises with a wink. “See you on set.”

– – –

Your face hurts from smiling by the time Tyler, the director, calls a wrap on the day.

For as nervous as you were going into your first - and likely only - acting endeavor, you end up having a fucking blast. And you know that it has a lot to do with Dieter and River being completely amazing to work with. They’re both somehow absolute professionals and class clowns, deliberately making each other laugh or flub lines a few times, but also delivering serious and convincing performances that you’re sure Tyler will have no problem selecting from. You only end up fumbling your words once, and it’s only because you’re trying to hold in a sneeze, which ultimately wins out as sneezes do. But you take Sharon’s advice and treat this like you would any other tour or presentation you’ve ever given, and since the scripted questions that Dieter and River’s characters - along with one or two of the extras in their on screen tour group - ask are right in line with the ones that you get all the time, the answers roll off your tongue easily.

“I told you you were nervous for nothing,” Sharon says, nudging you with her elbow as the crew starts to clear out. They leave the equipment where it is since they’ll be shooting again tomorrow, but one by one the room starts to clear, everyone heading to the hotel that production has booked a few miles down the highway.

You click your tongue and roll your eyes, the smile still stuck on your lips. “You did say that, didn’t you?”

Sharon laughs. “I did. Hey, you want to get dinner or something to celebrate? My treat. Kevin’s home all week so he’s got the kids and I wouldn’t mind a night out.”

Shit, I forgot to tell her about Dieter.

“Um…” You lick your lips and return a wave to the last crew member who heads out into the main foyer. “Actually, Shar, Dieter asked if I would let him take a swing at stargazing, and I said yes. So… I mean, as long as you’re okay with it?”

If she was beaming before she’s glowing now. “Say no more! Absolutely! You’ll lock up when you’re done?” You confirm that you will and she nods once. “Great. I’ll see if Margo from the library side is free. She’s always fun.” She shoots you a mischievous glance akin to the one she gave you when she first told you about the filming opportunity. “You have fun.”

You try to tell her it’s not like it’s a date, he’s just genuinely curious and interested. That it’s just better for someone like him to do these sorts of things one on one because otherwise people won’t let him enjoy it. But all she does is hum an “Uh huh,” while she’s halfway out the door.

And you’re left to wonder if you’re right.

But you aren’t left wondering for too long, because only minutes after Sharon leaves, Dieter, looking exactly as he did when you met him earlier that day, strolls into the room.

– – –

You tell him that it will take you a few minutes to get everything set up. “Hope you don’t mind,” you add, as you start the process.

“Mind?” He blows out a puff of air and watches your every move. “This is awesome.”

As if to punctuate his point, the domed ceiling begins to open at that exact moment, the two sides sliding apart to reveal the night sky beyond. He tilts his head back as far as it goes to take in the sea of twinkling stars. Even without the magnifying power of the telescope, it’s a hell of a view.

“If you think that’s awesome…” You begin adjusting the viewing lens, a small, smiling sound coming from you as you look through it. “Just wait until you get a load of…” You turn a knob, clarifying the view. “This.”

You beckon him with one hand and he nearly trips over his feet to get there fast enough. He steps up next to you, closer than he was when the railing was between you, and that mass of butterfly wings goes fluttering through him again. And fuck if it doesn’t feel great. You move away from the scope but stay close as he bends down to take your place. “What am I looking at- Oh, shit!”

In his field of vision floats a swirling, purplish looking galaxy with a similar shape to the Milky Way. For all the things he’s seen and places he’s traveled and experiences - both bad and good - that he’s had, this takes the cake and the cookies and the ice cream, too. It leaves him speechless and breathless and fills him with an emotion he doesn’t know how to name.

And she gave this to me.

You give him a few seconds to absorb it in silence, and then your voice fills his ear, his eye still pressed to the lens. “That is NGC 3031, AKA Messier 81, AKA Bode’s Galaxy.”

You explain that the different names for it come from the three different times it was discovered and reclassified. You tell him how far away it is - approximately 11.8 million light years away from Earth - and that it can be found tucked into the constellation Ursa Major. And then you tell him it’s your favorite galaxy to show people, because it’s the clearest one that the RMO telescope can view.

“Can you believe that it was first discovered in the 1700s?”

He still doesn’t look away, answering you from his bent position. “I can’t believe I’m seeing it now in 20-fucking-24.”

That pulls a laugh from you and he finally looks up, wanting to see the way that laugh changes your eyes. Tugs at your lips. Pushes your cheeks up.

Beautiful.

You sigh. “Yeah, it is, isn’t it?”

He hadn’t meant to speak that thought out loud but you think he’s talking about the galaxy so he lets it slide. “Gorgeous,” he confirms, about you and the view you’ve shown him. “Anything else you can show me?”

That laugh he’s starting to crave slips out again as you answer. “Yeah, Dieter, I’ve got a few more tricks up my sleeve, hang on.” You motion for him to step aside so you can reposition the scope. As you’re doing that, you bring up your conversation from earlier.

“Hey, um, what was that question you wanted to ask me?” You shake your head, still making your adjustments.

“Oh, it’s just…” He shrugs even though you’re not looking at him. “Something I ask people sometimes when I meet them. Kind of like an ice breaker I guess?”

You step back and let him take another look - this time a gaseous nebula in hues of gold and green - giving him some time to soak it in before expecting him to continue.

“I uh - fuck, this is cool! I…” He looks up briefly, finding your face. “Do you believe in aliens?”

It’s clearly not what you were expecting him to ask based on the expression you wear, but much to his delight this time, you don’t laugh. “I do.”

His heart flips like a gold medalist at the admission. Smart, sexy, and believes in aliens, holy shit. “You do?”

You nod. “Yeah, I do.” Shrugging, you go on, stepping in to readjust the scope again. “Everything I’ve studied or seen suggests that the universe is far too big for us to ever really understand. And we already know that there are planets that theoretically could support life.” You gesture for him to look again, this time it’s the stormy, reddish orange patterns of Jupiter. “And as special as Earth is, I just don’t believe we’re so special that we’re the only ones out there. I mean, that’s what the movie is about, right?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s about aliens looking for other habitable planets and finding Earth, so sort of the reverse of what NASA and whoever are doing. But… Yeah.”

You smile. “So, do you?”

“Believe in aliens?” He leans back against the railing. “Yeah.” He smiles. “Same reason as you. We’re not that special.” She is, though. She’s out of this fucking world special.

You hum. “Cool. Good to know we agree.”

“Yeah,” Dieter takes a breath, filling his chest and letting the dizzy happiness you’ve given him take over. “This might be a long shot, I know it’s getting kind of late, but… Do you want to go get dinner or something?”

You press your lips together like you’re trying to suppress a smile. It doesn’t work, and it’s the best sight he’s seen all night. “Okay.” You start shutting things down, pressing the button that closes the ceiling and shuts the sky away. “How do you feel about In-And-Out? I’ve been craving it since River brought it up and-”

This woman is what dreams are fucking made of.

Thankfully - at least for now - he keeps that part in his head.

“I feel like you just read my mind. Let’s go.”

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 172

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In exactly nine days, you and John will be married for two years (together for three) and Ronan will be one! It’s all coming up so fast, and you’re so excited for her first birthday! She’s gotten so big and has learned so much this past year, and motherhood has been a joy to experience. Parenthood has been a freaking rollercoaster of emotions, but it’s been a blast with John by your side. He’s such a great dad, and Ronan just adores him. It never ceases to amaze you how effortlessly John slipped into his new role as a dad and how naturally it all came to him--he was made for this!

Since the first week of September is a little busy with John’s birthday, Ronan’s birthday, and your anniversary, you’ve been nervous as to how you’re going to take the time to celebrate everything. Thankfully, you and John came up with a plan.

Today is the 28th of August, and you’ll be leaving tomorrow morning for the Bahamas to celebrate John’s birthday and your anniversary. You’ll be coming home on the 4th so that you’re home in time for Ronan’s birthday. You spent the last two weeks going over every single detail, and it’ll all be perfect. You’ve bought all the decorations for it, and everything is going to be just fine!

“Swimsuits!” you gasp as you sit on the floor in front of the dresser, “It’s on a beach, so we need swimsuits.”

“Did I tell you it was on a beach?”

You look over your shoulder at him packing his bag and squint your eyes, “It’s the Bahamas. Of course it’s on the beach.”

John laughs, “I forgot I told you that.”

It was the best option to go somewhere that wasn’t out of your timezone so when Ronan is ready for bed, you and John can FaceTime and see her. Also, if something happened, the trip home would be a quick one. Plus the weather is going to get cool soon, so it’s nice that it’ll be warm where you’re going.

“Seven days in the Bahamas with my peach,” John says as he leans down to kiss the top of your head, “Can’t wait.”

“We decided no gifts, right?” you ask, and John nods his head. You hold his gaze and squint again, and he starts to laugh. You groan, “John! No gifts!”

John puts his hands up in defense, “I just saw something that you’d like.”

“Second anniversary is cotton,” you hold his gaze, “It’s not lingerie, is it?”

“Well, the traditional gift is cotton. Modern is china--I didn’t buy you plates.” he says, and you let out a small laugh, “But no, it’s not lingerie.”

You hum as you look at him, “Okay, well, don’t get too excited about your gift. I promise it’s not groundbreaking.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” John says, leaning down to kiss you again. “I’m gonna get Ronan.”

You nod your head and put some swimsuits aside, then you get up and rush to join John as he gets Ronan up from her nap.

Ronan somehow always knows when she’s not going to see you for a day or two, because she clings like crazy. She’s currently clinging to your legs as you walk around and pack her bag. When John comes into the room, she runs over to cling to him instead.

“Are you excited to hang out with Finny for a few days?” John asks, and Ronan nods her head, “Then you’re gonna go stay with Grandma and Grandpa.”

You look over at them sitting on the rocking chair, “They have so much stuff planned for you, bug. You’re going to have so much fun!”

Ronan scoots out of John’s lap and babbles as she runs over to you, then she clings to your legs. You look at John and laugh, and he gets off the chair and gets some toys for her to play with so you can finish getting her bag packed. John’s phone rings in his pocket a few moments later, and he presses it to his ear.

“Hello? Hi. Um, yes, it always is. It’s heated.” he says, and you look over at him, “You have a key, don’t you? Yeah, we don’t mind. Of course I don’t. Because you never believe me when I say it’s okay!”

You furrow your brow and sit down on your knees in front of him as he laughs, “Who is that?”

“Your sister,” he says, and you laugh. “She wants to know if she can go swimming while we’re gone.”

“Of course you can!” you say when John puts his phone on speaker, “You know where everything is, you're welcome to come over whenever.”

Tess laughs, “Hey, don’t tempt me, I might just stay there while you’re gone.”

“Me too!” Jimmy yells from the back. “You two excited to go?”

“Yeah,” John smiles as he looks at you, “We’re getting Ro’s bag packed right now.”

You hug Ronan tight when she sits in your lap, “She’s super excited to stay at the Hendricks’ house! She’s very excited to see her silly Uncle Jimmy.”

Ronan loves Jimmy. Ronan loves everyone, but lately she is just in love with Jimmy. Daddy is and always will be number one, so John definitely never has to worry. But Jimmy is her new favorite right now, probably because he’s so wild and does anything to get a laugh from her--even if it’s at his own expense. One day, he nearly knocked himself out doing something stupid to get a big laugh from Ro and Finn. Tess called John and had him rush over since she thought Jimmy had a concussion. He had a minor one but he was fine, and he even got Tess loving on him hardcore the rest of the night.

“We’re excited to have her. Finn and I already got some treats and games to play,” Tess says, and Ronan looks up at you. “You’ll be back on the fourth?”

“Yup. We already got everything done for her birthday party, I just need you to grab her cake on the fourth--two cakes, actually. One is her smash cake. I don’t think we’ll be back in time.” you say, and Ronan looks up at you again at the mention of cake. You press a kiss to the top of her head and hug her, “But everything else is taken care of. We’ll decorate that night and in the morning, then it’s Ro’s first birthday!”

Ronan claps her hands and walks over to climb onto John, and he hands his phone to you before he lays down on his stomach and lets her crawl onto his back.

“We just have to finish packing, then we’ll drop her off in the morning.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Tess says, and you lay down next to John. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You prop your head up and look at John, “Yeah, see you tomorrow. Bye.”

John smiles as he holds your gaze, then he reaches over and tucks your hair behind your ear, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you smile, then you let out a grunt when Ronan jumps onto your back. “She sure is a solid baby.”

“Yeah, she loves food.”

You roll over to your back and laugh when she sits on your stomach, “We love a chunky babe though.”

“We do,” John smiles, then he scratches his fingers over Ronan’s tummy as she giggles, drool running down her chin.

Ronan crawls off of you and toddles over to her toys, then she starts pulling things out to play with. John groans as he gets up, then he reaches down for your hands to help you up, kissing your cheek once you regain your footing. He smooths your hair back and scratches the back of your head for a moment, and he smiles when you hum.

“I’m going to finish packing my bag.” he says, and you smile at him, “Not long now, Mrs. Wick, and you’re all mine.”

“Well,” you look at him and smile, “I always am.”

John gives you a little wink, and your stomach flutters as you giggle like a schoolgirl.

Dropping off Ronan went better than you expected. You expected tears and screaming, but there were none. From Ronan anyway. You sobbed for the ten minutes to the airport. John held your hand and told you that everything would be okay. You knew that, of course, but it still sucks to leave her. He was a little sad too. You just miss her when you’re gone. You’ll see her every night when you FaceTime, and you’ll be back soon, but she’s your little baby. Ronan, on the other hand, probably won’t give two shits that you and John are gone. She has Grandma and Grandpa to hang out with, plus Aunt Tess, Uncle Jimmy, and her besties, Finn, Bleu and Sadie. She’s going to have a blast.

John pulled into the small private airport shortly after dropping Ronan off, and you’d stopped crying by then. He helped the pilot and the co-pilot pack the bags, then he made sure you were feeling okay before taking off. You’ve flown several times now, but your anxiety hasn’t gone away. John does his best to try and take your mind off of it, and for the most part, he does a really good job.

Now John’s currently reading a book while you sit there looking out the window. He hasn’t let go of your thigh since takeoff. In fact, you’re both still buckled in.

“Do you ever worry that we’re leaving Ronan too much?”

From the corner of your eye, you can see John look over at you, even though you’re looking out the window of the plane. He squeezes your hand a little and leans over to kiss your shoulder, and you look at him.

“Last time we were away from her was back in May when we went to Paris. We were away from her for a few days, then she was back with us.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

John shakes his head, ��No, I don’t. I think it’s very healthy that we have time for ourselves. Ronan is still pretty young, and even if she were five years old, I still think it would be good for us to get away to have some alone time. She’ll appreciate that when she’s older. Hopefully, she’ll see how we treat one another and know what is healthy in a relationship, and that’s what she’ll seek.”

“So, you don’t think she’ll be upset with me?”

“Why would she be upset with you?”

You start to laugh, “Because I’m taking her daddy away from her.”

“Baby,” he turns to you and reaches for both of your hands, “She loves you just as much as she loves me.”

“I just don’t think that’s true,” you say, laughing quietly. “I mean, okay, yeah, it probably is. I just don’t want her to be like ‘you and dad always left me when I was a baby.’”

John furrows his brow as he laughs, “She must have incredible memory then, because I’m pretty sure she won’t remember that we left her with family for a week while we celebrated our anniversary.”

“Stop making sense, Jonathan.”

“No, look at me,” he says, and you look at him, “I guarantee that Ronan will appreciate this when she’s older. We’re not just setting an example for when it comes to being a decent human being, we’re setting an example of what she should expect when it comes to her relationships. She deserves someone who will be there for her. She deserves someone who will love her even more after having a child--if that’s what she wants. She deserves someone who will love and respect her, someone who will listen to her and protect her. She deserves everything that you deserve, that everyone deserves.”

You let out a small chuckle, “There you go with your Wick Wisdom. Your Wicks-dom.”

“You hang out with Jimmy too much.” he says, laughing when you looked so pleased with yourself.

“You really are so smart though because all of that made sense.” you say, then you playfully glare at him, “It’s annoying.”

John tucks your hair behind your ear as he smiles, “A healthy household begins with a healthy marriage, and I’ll be damned if I ever fuck this up.”

“You do a very good job at loving us, babe.”

“That’s all I could ever ask for.” he whispers as he leans over to kiss your temple, “As long as my girls are happy and know that they’re loved immensely by me, that’s all I need.”

“You are loved immensely by your girls,” you lean over and rest your head on his shoulder as he intertwines his fingers with yours. “By the way, you give me everything that I deserve. I hope I’m able to give you what you deserve.”

John rests his cheek on the top of your head, “Of course you do. We were made for each other, remember? We’re soulmates.”

You laugh quietly as you close your eyes, “You’re so corny, but I believe you.”

Our first day here, we really didn’t do much. We arrived at the house and just hung out on the beach, watching the sunset and drinking some wine. It was nice, and I think Y/N enjoyed it as well. I’ve never seen her laughing and smiling so much. It’s really nice to see her at ease and not having anything to worry about.

I look over at her as we walk down the beach now, and she smiles when she looks up at me. She leans up and kisses me a few times, then she hugs my bicep in her arms.

“It’s so beautiful here,” she says, walking along the shore. The bottom of her dress is wet as a result of the water, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “And warm.”

“Yeah, it’s nice.” I say, and she kicks a little water at me.

I laugh as she splashes water at me, then she takes off running down the beach. She holds her dress up and steps further into the water, raising her eyebrows and challenging me. She doesn’t think I’ll get in the water. I step forward into the water, and she screams with laughter as she runs away from me, and I chase after her. She heads deeper into the water and throws her arms around my neck when I get to her, and we kiss as the water crashes around us.

“God, I love you.” I whisper, smoothing her hair away from her face, “You’ve made me the happiest man on this planet.”

“Really?”

I nod, “Yeah. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Y/N wraps her arms around my waist and smiles, then she watches as I reach down and undo the button on her dress as the waves continue to crash around us, knocking her into me a little. She bites her lip and looks up at me as I pull her dress open a little, and I start to smile when I see the light blue lace of her bra.

“Is this new?” I ask, and she nods in response. “And you’ve been hiding it from me all this time?”

“No, I was just waiting for you to discover it. I knew you’d find it by the end of the night.”

I laugh, “And if I hadn’t?”

“Well, I’d give you a few hints.” she says, and I raise my brows and smile as I lean down to kiss her. “If you take me back to the house right now, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, wherever you want.”

There’s a table in the kitchen that I want to take her on so badly, so I lift her up and carry her over my shoulder as she laughs.

We’ve been walking around all day and I’m so ready to just go back to the house and eat. I’m ready to put my feet up on the back porch and watch the sunset with my peach, but she has other plans. She’s been pulling me in every direction to all of these shops, and we’ve spent so much money on just things for our family and Ronan. I don’t mind, of course, but I’m tired and ready to go home. My social battery--she taught me that--is running out, fast. I know hers has to be too.

Holding tight to my hand, Y/N happily walks down the street before she points to the woman sitting outside of a store with a table in front of her. I’ll admit that the moons, crystals, and lights around her do make her very intriguing.

“It’s a palm reader or psychic, whatever you wanna call them,” she says as she looks up at me, “We should go.”

“I don’t believe in that stuff, peach.”

She scoffs, “Okay? Maybe I do! Who cares? Let’s just go see what she says. If she’s way off, we’ll just laugh about it when we get home.”

I look down at her and start to smile when she pouts, “Fine.”

Giddily skipping over to the woman, Y/N gives her a small wave before she plops down in the chair across the table from her. I stand behind her and look around at the other stores in hopes that I can find one and get away from this.

I don’t really believe in this stuff, plus they tend to prey on tourists and take their money. They’ll tell them very vague things and give people false hope. I just don’t want Y/N to be upset or anything.

I zone out as the woman and her start to talk, so I’m not sure what she’s telling her, but she pulls out a stack of cards with designs on them. I look over and watch as she sets them down one by one and tells us what they mean--something about how we’ve found success or something. I will admit that we have found a lot of success in our lives and marriage.

“This card here…” she points at it and nods, “Hmm, looks like there might be a new addition to the family sometime soon.”

Y/N starts to laugh as she looks at me, “Interesting.”

“That doesn’t mean you, necessarily. It could be a sibling. And it doesn’t always mean a baby, could be a new pet.” She says, and Y/N looks at me again. Oh, wow. How perfectly vague. I just nod my head and look away since I’m not going to indulge this woman and her vague predictions. “Your husband isn’t so sure about me.”

“I can see that,” Y/N says as she looks at me, smiling widely. She’s completely entertained by this.

The woman laughs, “He’s very protective of you. The energy he’s giving off is very strong. It’s very intimidating. His guard is completely up. Something tells me it always is when he’s with you. You two mesh very well. You are very…what’s the word? Synchronized. When you move, he moves. Where you look, he looks. He’s always one step ahead of you--not in a bad way, no, but in that protective way. He always wants to protect you and put your needs first. I don’t say this to just anyone, but you two are completely perfect for each other. True soulmates. Your paths were always meant to cross. You had some struggles in the beginning, but because you two loved each other so hard, you worked through them. You two were always meant to be together.”

She’s right about that. I’ll let her have that one.

“You worry about that a lot, don’t you?” she asks Y/N, who hesitantly nods. “Don’t worry about if he loves you or not--he absolutely does, sweetheart. You’re his true love. There is no one else in this world he is meant to be with. It’s you. You’re his one.”

Y/N starts to smile as she looks over at me, and I smile back at her. Yeah, okay, I’ll let her have this one too--she’s fucking right!

“And your daughter.” she says, and Y/N and I both look at her. “I see very good things for her. She’s going to be as smart as she is beautiful. And so very kind, just like her mother and father.”

Y/N smiles as she looks at me, “I didn’t tell her that we have a daughter.”

“Well, she had a 50/50 shot…” I say as I sit down next to her.

“Yeah, but I didn’t even tell her that we had a kid.” Y/N says, and I hold her gaze because, sure, that’s true.

The woman just chuckles and nods her head, “This isn’t your first marriage.”

I stare at her for a moment before I shake my head, “No.”

“You lost your wife.” she says matter-of-factly, and I nod my head. She gestures to her chest and heart, “Something with her heart.”

“She had a heart condition,” Y/N says, and I look over at her just as she looks at me.

The woman looks down at her cards and nods her head, then she smiles, “Your parents are very happy that they relocated to be closer to you.”

“Oh?” Y/N smiles, perking up, “I’m glad! We like having them close to us.”

I continue to look at the woman and wonder if maybe she just knows me. Maybe she’s heard about me or something. Most people knew I was married before--that’s why I left. But she doesn’t seem to even give me a lingering look. She has no clue or interest in who I am. I sit back and listen as she talks to Y/N, and the woman laughs when she says something and looks over at me.

The woman looks down at her cards and purses her lips before looking at Y/N, “You’ve recently opened your home to someone.”

“We have!” Y/N smiles, looking at me.

“He’s very grateful.” she says, and I look down at Y/N again when I see her tearing up. “He’s really needed the help you’ve given him, and he really counts on you two.”

Y/N wipes the tear off her cheek when she looks at me.

“Well, I enjoyed our time.” she says, and I reach for Y/N’s hand to help her up. I smile when Y/N looks at me, and she laughs and rolls her eyes playfully. Just as we start to walk away, the woman calls out, “John…”

I furrow my brow since I didn’t give her my name and neither did Y/N, and I turn around to look at the woman.

“Helen is very happy for you. And she approves wholeheartedly,” she says, gesturing to Y/N next to me. I stare at the woman for a moment before she looks down and begins fixing her cards.

Y/N clears her throat and shrugs when I look at her, then she turns to continue down the street with me trying to catch up and figure out how the hell that woman knew Helen’s name.

“You wanted to stop and talk to her.”

“Well, yeah, but…” she shakes her head and looks out the window, “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

I exhale sharply and pull the car into the rocky driveway before I turn it off and look over at her, “So now you’re mad at me?”

“Never said I was.”

“You’re giving me the cold shoulder, peach.”

After we walked away from the woman, Y/N was just different. She was quiet and looked like she was on the verge of tears. We had already eaten lunch, so we decided to just head back to the house. In the car, I tried to reach over and hold her hand, but she pulled away from me and turned toward the door--the telltale sign of an upset peach. I let her do her thing and have her moment, but I tried to get her to open up about why she was upset. She wouldn’t tell me until I finally guessed that it was the woman.

“I’m gonna go sit on the beach for a bit,” she says as she slips out of the car.

I quickly get out, “I can come with you.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Well,” I struggle to find words and end up just sounding like a dad, “Just stay where I can see you.”

She nods her head and walks away as I watch her. I sigh loudly and walk over to the back porch since I can see her, and I sit down and watch as she plops down in the sand and pulls her knees close to her chest. I let out a big sigh and sit back in my chair, keeping my eyes glued to her.

After sitting on the beach for 20 minutes, she finally gets up and starts walking back to the house. I sit up and smile when she looks at me, but she’s not feeling any better.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I lean back and grab her arm when she walks past, and I pull her into my lap, “Talk to me.”

“I…” she sighs and shakes her head, “You didn’t believe a word out of that woman’s mouth until she mentioned Helen.”

“She was saying vague stuff!” I say, and Y/N gets up and stands in front of me, “Telling us we’re perfect for each other, that there’s going to be a new family member--maybe not a baby, but an animal! It’s vague shit that she probably tells everyone. Of course I don’t believe her.”

Y/N crosses her arms, “So you don’t think we’re perfect for each other?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” I shake my head, “She just tells everyone that who sits in front of her.”

“Yet you believed her when she mentioned Helen.”

I sigh loudly, “Because how would she know her name?”

“How would she know we have a daughter? I didn’t even tell her we had a baby.”

“She had 50/50 shot at that, peach.” I say, and she rolls her eyes, “Of course when she mentions someone by name I’m going to believe it.”

Y/N huffs and turns her back to me, “I’m not trying to ruin our anniversary week.”

“Just say what’s on your mind. I’m not mad, but I want to talk this out,” I reach for her skirt and tug it a little in hopes that she’ll come back and sit in my lap.

She crosses her arms and looks at me, holding my gaze, “You only believed her when she mentioned Helen, even though she was talking about how great we are together.”

“I think we’re great together! I’ve never questioned that or said that wasn’t true.”

“Put yourself in my shoes for once, John. Think about how you’d feel if she mentioned my husband who passed away. I know you’d be upset too. You’d feel a little jealous. I know you would.”

I take a deep breath and nod, “I know. I would.”

“If she hadn’t passed away, you would still be with her and we wouldn’t be together, and we wouldn’t have Ronan,” she says as she starts to cry, “And that fucking kills me!”

I open my mouth to say something but she quickly moves past and heads into the house. I get up and follow behind her.

“I’m being dramatic, I know!” she turns around and walks backwards, and I realize she’s laughing at herself, “I’m being fucking crazy! I just…I’m so sad about it, John.”

“Peach stop,” I reach for her hand but she turns around and throws herself on the bed as she cries. I lay down next to her and pull her close to me. “Do you think everything happens for a reason?”

“Yes.”

“I do too,” I move her hair and kiss her shoulder, “I think everything happens for a reason, which is why I know everything that happened to me, including losing Helen, led me to you, because we were always meant to be together. I was always meant to find happiness with you, peach. Always. I’ll be honest with you, baby, I believed that lady from the moment she said we were soulmates. Because I know we are too.”

Y/N sniffles, “You’re gonna leave me for being crazy.”

“No, I’m not.” I laugh as I turn her over to her back so I can see her. Her eyes are bloodshot and her face is covered in tears. I prop myself up on my elbow and look down at her, “I have no plans on ever leaving you, but you have to let this go. You have to let this Helen stuff go, sweetheart.”

“I can’t,” she frowns before she starts to cry.

I wipe her tears away and cup her face, “You can, peach, and you have to. You think that all I do is sit and think about her, but I don’t. Believe it or not, I go days without thinking about her, probably even weeks. And I don’t think about her the way I used to at all. I don’t think about her that way anymore. There is no longer a part of me that wishes I could reverse time and go back. I have the best life. If I ever want to reverse time, it’s only so I can get more with you.

She lets out a big sigh and looks up at the ceiling before she turns her head a little to look at me, “Am I crazy?”

“No,” I shake my head and hold her gaze, “If I can let Helen go, you can too.”

“I guess it just hurt my feelings that it seemed like you didn’t believe anything else she said until she mentioned Helen. I wanted you to believe her when she said we were soulmates.”

I start to laugh, “I do! I absolutely believe that, but it doesn’t take a psychic telling me to know that.”

Y/N rolls over so she’s facing me, and we look into each other’s eyes for a few silent moments. She sighs and closes her eyes, so I pull her closer to me.

“I don’t think you even want to know how many times I’d ask myself if I’d ever love someone again. I wondered every single day. I wondered if I’d ever even see someone that way again. One day I told myself that if I never loved again, then oh well. It just wasn’t meant to be,” I say, and a tear rolls down her cheek when she blinks, “I really thought I wasn’t going to ever fall in love again, and I had decided to just live with it. I’d be fine. I’d be lonely, but whatever. But then I met you and everything changed.”

“John,” she frowns and closes her eyes.

I wipe her tears away, “You walked into my life and changed everything, peach. After that, I never once questioned if I’d love again because from the moment I met you, I knew that you were the one I had been waiting for this whole time. I haven’t felt lonely or unloved since you came into my life, Y/N. And I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I wish I wasn’t like this.”

“I love you the way you are,” I say, and she shakes her head, “Dramatics and all. Even when you throw yourself onto the bed and cry, I still love you.”

She starts to laugh, then she leans back to look at me, “Why do you put up with me? It must be so hard.”

“Why do you think you’re hard to put up with?” I ask, and she shrugs bashfully, “It’s because someone else has made you feel that way, but you’re not. You are my favorite person in the world, and if you don’t believe me, go ask the psychic. She said not to worry about it. You believed everything else she said, so believe her when she says that you shouldn’t worry.”

“John, I’m so--”

I press my finger to her lips and raise my brows, “If you say that you’re crazy or insane, I will hold you down on this bed and tickle the shit out of you.”

She finally starts to laugh, “Okay, but I am a little weird.”

“You are,” I admit, and she gasps before she laughs and pushes me over to crawl onto me, trying her best to tickle me, but I’m not ticklish. I get my arms free and wrap them around her, pulling her down to my chest and pressing my lips to hers, “You’re my favorite weirdo, peach. I’d be lost without you. When you’re upset, I know just the right way to love you to make you feel better.”

She nods, “You do.”

“And it’s the same way for me. When I’m upset, you know just how to love me,” I say, and she smiles softly. “See? We’re meant to be. We were made for each other and no one can change my mind about that.”

“Did I ruin our week?”

I shake my head, “Of course not.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and I shake my head, “No, seriously, I am. I love you. You love me.”

“I do.”

She lies down next to me, snuggling into my side, “I really am going to try to let that stuff go. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Not gonna happen,” I say as I kiss her forehead. “I promise that.”

We’re both quiet for a few minutes, just holding on another but it’s so nice.

“Sorry,” she whispers, “I’m just being stupid. I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to leave.”

“Why do you say things like that?” I ask, raising my brows when she looks at me, “That you wouldn’t blame me for wanting to leave or asking why I chose you? Why do you say that stuff?”

She shrugs, “Because any other man would leave. I’m not worth the hassle--I’ve literally been told that. No one would put up with me. No one would choose this. No one would choose me.”

“Then any other man isn’t the right man for you, which they aren’t, because I’m the right man for you. I always will be. And you think no one would choose you? I chose you. I always say something bigger was at play when it comes to us, whether it’s fate, magic, or God, but what it really boils down to is that I chose you because I can’t live without you. We chose each other. Because we want to spend the rest of our lives together. There is no one else I’d rather have bad days with or insecure days with.”

“You don’t get insecure like me, John, you don’t get it.”

I sit up and look at her, “I do get it! Trust me, I get it. Think of my life. Think of how many times people have told me that I didn’t deserve something. So many people have told me that I’d never have a normal life or a happy life, but you’ve helped me retrain my brain. You’ve helped me get out of that slump of thinking I don’t deserve any of this. My insecurities might manifest in a different way, but I get it. I can’t lose you. The thought alone makes me lose my mind. But I get it, Y/N. I get it.”

Y/N sighs as she sits up and nods, “You’re right. That wasn’t fair of me to say. You never really know how much someone has fucked with your head until things are really good. I never realized how much my ex messed me up.”

“I still will kick his ass.” I say, and she starts to laugh. “Think he’s still with your cousin?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know. I don’t follow Andrea on any social media, so I have no clue, but with the way Tonya was when she stayed with us, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s searching for her daughter’s next boyfriend.”

“Well, she’ll need to look elsewhere,” I say, and she smiles at me, “I am so happily taken. Even if I was single, I’d never date her daughter. I would hate having Tonya as a mother-in-law. I feel like she’d criticize everything I did.”

“She would. Well, maybe not, since she clearly has a boner for you.” Y/N laughs, then she looks up at me, “My mom loves you, so I think she’d literally fight Tonya if she ever tried to take you from me.”

I smile, “I do love Bev.”

“Bev loves her Jonathan.”

“She has never called me John, isn’t that crazy?” I laugh as she smiles. “It’s always Jonathan.”

Y/N laughs, “And she’s never called Jimmy anything but James. I think, sure, she might have called you John once or twice since knowing you, but it’s always Jonathan.”

“Who started that?” I say, squinting my eyes playfully as she smiles.

“I always gushed about you on the phone and called you Jonathan when I talked to her. She’d call and I’d spend at least an hour talking about you.” she smiles as she cups my cheek, “You’re my favorite person.”

I kiss the palm of her hand, “You’re mine, peach.”

“Wanna go for a walk and watch the sun set?”

“I would love that.” I get up from the bed and reach for her hands, pulling her up to me. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her softly as she hums, then I lean back and hold her gaze.

“I really lucked out that day when I decided to check the mail.”

I hug her closer, “Even if you hadn’t gotten the mail that day, I was waiting for you. I’d wait until the end of time for you.”

“You’re a very patient man, John Wick.”

“So I’ve been told,” I laugh as I look down at her, “But thank you for not making me wait too long.”

I fucking love this woman. And yes, that includes her dramatic side.

There is nothing better than waking up next to someone you love. Y/N is tucked into my side as I slowly wake up, and I smile when she nuzzles closer to me. Surely she’s waking up too. Until then, I just look down at her and smile. I lightly trail my fingers over the few freckles she has on her cheeks and gaze at the fan of her dark beautiful lashes. She has one little freckle just below her eyebrow, so I lean over and press a gentle kiss to it.

As I look down at her, I think that surely I couldn’t love her any more than I already do, but the moment she opens her eyes and looks at me with a smile on her face, I know that my love for her will never stop growing and changing. It’s a little overwhelming when I think about how much I love her. I wouldn’t have it any other way though.

I lean over a little to kiss the top of her head, then I start to sit up, but she puts her hand on my chest to keep me in place.

“I have to pee,” I whisper, and she playfully groans before rolling over and putting her arm over her eyes to block out the sun. No doubt she’ll be coming in when I wash my hands.

Without fail, that’s exactly what happens. The bathroom is dark since I didn’t bother to turn on the light, and I watch through the mirror as she sleepily walks over and plops down on the toilet. After I wash my hands, I crawl back into bed and close my eyes. We’re on vacation, we have no responsibilities or plans, and I’m in no rush to get up for the day.

I hear the water running for several minutes and look over at the bathroom door when it turns off. Y/N is wiping her mouth off as she walks out, and I smile. She’s brushed her teeth, and I know exactly what that means.

I watch as she pulls her shirt off and tosses it aside, then she kicks off her underwear and crawls up the bed, straddling my waist before laying against my chest and kissing me.

“You know you don’t have to brush your teeth before kissing me in the morning, right?”

“My breath is horrid,” she whispers in between pressing kisses to my neck, “It’s for your own good.”

I laugh, “Is mine bad then?”

“No,” she sits up a little as I laugh, then she smiles, “Sometimes, but I don’t mind.”

I hold her tight in my arms as I sit up, then I carefully toss her aside, causing her to yelp a little.

“Okay, that was hot.” she says, fanning herself a little.

I quickly make my way to the bathroom and brush my teeth, then I walk back out to the bedroom to see her laying back on the bed with her hand between her legs. I smile as I walk closer to watch her. Her eyes trail down my body and land right at my crotch, then she smiles.

“Do it, John,” she whispers, watching as I push my boxers down. “Touch yourself while I touch myself.”

I tilt my head a little and raise my brows since she has her legs squeezed shut, and I smirk when I look back into her eyes, “Spread your legs for me.”

Y/N bites her lip as she spreads her legs apart. I stroke myself as I watch her push her fingers deep into her pussy, and I let out a small groan when she rubs her clit and smiles. I walk over to her and lean down to kiss up her body. She cups my face and rests her legs on either side of my waist when I lay on top of her.

As I kiss down her body to settle between her legs, she runs her fingers through my hair and hums before tugging it lightly to show me where she needs me. I look between her legs and smile when I see she’s throbbing for me.

The moment my mouth comes in contact with her, she arches her back and lets out a laugh. She gasps quietly and hums when I suck on her clit, then she hooks her arms around her legs and pulls her knees close to her chest. I move up a little more so I can get a better angle, eliciting loud moans from her.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah, right there,” she pants, then she drops her legs and spreads them apart again, placing her hand on my head and tugging my hair, “Fuck! Oh, shit, I’m gonna come!”

I pump my fingers in and out while simultaneously eating her out, and she moans my name loudly as her body begins to shake. She tells me that she wants me inside her, which is perfect since I can’t last much longer, so I quickly crawl up and slot myself between her legs, pumping my hips at a rapid pace as we look deep into each other’s eyes. Soon, I slow down and take long, deep strokes that cause her to dig her nails into my back and to moan loudly.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I barely manage to choke out. I kiss down her throat then back up to her lips, “God, you feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

“I’m gonna come,” she whispers, and I nod, “Come with me.”

“That’s the plan,” I joke, and she smiles before pulling me down to kiss her.

Y/N sucks on my ear as my eyes roll shut, and I feel my body tense up before my hips shudder and jolt as I come inside of her. She grips my body tight to her and lets out a loud string of moans as I continue to move my hips, and the friction against her clit causes her to grab my arm and practically scream my name, searching for anything to hold onto as she rides out an intense orgasm. She moans and pants loudly as I look down at her, then she hums and closes her eyes, her cheeks flushed and her hairline damp with sweat. I tuck my face into the crook of her neck for a few moments as we breathe together.

“Well, good morning,” I whisper, and she laughs quietly. “What’s the plan for today?”

“This,” she says, and I raise my brows and jerk my hips a little when she places her hands on my ass. “I want you to fuck me in every position imaginable.”

I smile as I lean down to kiss her, my nose brushing against hers, “Really?”

“Maybe after some breakfast,” she says, lightly scratching my back with one hand while moving my damp hair with the other, “Does that sound good?”

“Sounds great,” I lean down and kiss her softly, but it soon turns to desperate sloppy kisses. I’m growing hard again already and I know she can feel it. I reach down and slowly slide myself back between her legs, and she smiles at me as her eyes slowly roll shut. “Should I go make some breakfast?”

She hums, “Maybe in a few minutes.”

“Oh, yeah?” I laugh, and she blushes as she nods. “What should we do for the next few minutes then?”

Y/N reaches down and pushes me in deeper as she holds my gaze, “I think you have a pretty good idea.”

Even though you said you wanted to spend the day in bed, your body needed a break--John was not holding back during that second round. Honestly, both you and John needed a break after it. The two of you hopped in the shower and got dressed, then you went and sat on the patio while John made a quick lunch for the two of you. The sun was beaming down on you, and you started to feel a little sleepy, so you closed your eyes for a few minutes until John softly nudged you to wake you up so you could eat.

“Still feeling tired?” John asks, smirking when you pull your sunglasses down your nose to look at him.

You playfully roll your eyes and push them back up, “I’m feeling fine now.”

John chuckles before taking a big bite of his salad, “Should we call the kids?”

The kids. Your heart immediately swells.

“Yeah,” you nod as you prop your phone up against your cup. You take a bite of salad just as Logan answers the FaceTime call, so you wave at him.

“Hey! How’s the vacation?”

John leans over, “It’s good! Look at our view from our patio.”

“Whoa! That’s awesome!” Logan says when John turns the camera to show him the beach. “Have you guys swam with sharks yet?”

You start to laugh, “Uh, not sure if we will. You don’t know this, but I have a huge fear of water and fish. I was bit--”

“She says she was bit by a fish, but I don’t know if I believe her,” John teases, laughing when you hold up your elbow to show him the scar. “Yeah, she says she has a scar. I see nothing, Logan.”

“How are you though? Is everything okay there?”

Logan nods, and you can see he’s sitting in the living room, “Yeah, everything is good. Just been working, coming home, and going to bed. I took Bleu with me yesterday when Daniela and I went on a hike. He loved it.”

“I bet,” John says, leaning over again, “Where’s he now?”

You smile when Bleu sits up and looks at the camera while you and John talk to him. He tilts his head from left to right when John talks to him, and you laugh when he whimpers a little.

“Oh, he misses his daddy.” you say, and John frowns a little.

John loves this dog so much. He still gets sad to leave him behind when he can’t come with somewhere. He is John’s little buddy. It never fails to make you swoon.

“I’m glad to hear things are good there, Logan,” you say, and he brings the phone back up to him.

“I saw Ronan just a little bit ago.” he says, and you and John both lean in. “I took Bleu for a walk and stopped to talk to Tess and Jimmy. Ro’s doing really well. She was laughing hysterically at Jimmy.”

John chuckles, “Yeah, she thinks he’s so funny for some reason.”

“He’s a little jealous,” you say, gesturing to John who shakes his head as he laughs. “I’m glad everything is going well there. We just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” Logan smiles, and you nod your head.

John leans over to get into view of the camera, “Call or text us if you need anything, okay?”

“I will, but I’m good! Just hanging out and working.”

You smile as you wave, “We’ll talk to you soon. Be safe!”

“I will, you guys too!” he waves back, “Bye.”

“Bye, sweetheart!” you say as you and John both wave before hanging up.

Now it’s time to talk to your very favorite girl. You prop your phone back up and take another bite of food while the phone rings, and you and John both lean closer when the call is answered and all you hear is Ronan laughing.

“Bug!” you and John say in unison when she looks at the camera.

“Hi, hi, hi,” she waves, and you wave back at her.

Tess laughs as she leans down, “Hello there.”

“Hi! How’s it going?”

“Good!” Tess smiles, holding up her phone so you can see Ronan, “We’re hanging out in the backyard for a bit, then we’re going to your house to swim. Logan is there, so we’re going to grill out for lunch.”

You nod, “We just talked to him. I didn’t know if he worked or not, so I called him first hoping to catch him before he went to work, but he must not today.”

“No,” Tess shakes her head, “Jimmy let everyone have the day off today since it’s so nice. I think he just wanted to spend time with Ro.”

John scoffs, “He’s trying to steal my baby.”

“Am not!” Jimmy says before leaning down to get in frame, “You’re just mad that she thinks I’m funny. I can’t help it that I’m a jokester.”

“More like a joker,” John says, and you nudge his arm as he laughs.

“Be nice!”

John laughs, “He knows I’m messing with him.”

You smile as you look back at your phone, “How is she? She’s not too fussy, is she?”

“She was a little fussy last night. I think she was just a little confused and wondering where you two were, but she’s fine now,” Tess says as you frown, “Babe, she’s fine! Listen to her!”

Ronan has been giggling the entire phone call now, and it just makes you frown even more.

“I miss her!”

“She misses you too,” Tess says, then she points at the phone, “Ro-ro, say hi to momma and daddy.”

Ronan waves her hand and smiles, showing off her little teeth. She squeals and claps her hands, “Daddy!”

“Hi, baby,” John says, waving at the camera, “Daddy misses you!”

“I’m here too!” you say, and Ronan squeals loudly, saying your name over and over. “Hi, sweet girl!”

Ronan grins as she looks at the two of you through the camera, talking all about something. You can’t even keep up because she’s talking so fast. She slips off of Tess’ lap and runs away, and you and John both frown. She probably misses you too, but she just wants to play with Finn.

“Sorry, Finn got a new toy, so…” Tess turns the camera so you can see Ronan and Finn playing with a bubble gun, and you smile when you see Ronan running over to pop the bubbles as they fall to the ground.

“Tess,” you say, and Tess grins when the camera is back on her. “Did you buy her another new outfit?”

Tess laughs, “I don’t get to buy dresses! I mean, hell, if Finn wanted to wear them we’d buy them, but he doesn’t want to. I saw it and thought it would look cute on her. I was right!”

“She does look cute,” you say, frowning when the camera turns back to Ronan playing with bubbles.

“She’s okay, you guys. She’s having fun and she’s doing just fine. She’s eating and sleeping fine. She’s okay.”

“I know, we just miss her.” you say, and John nods. “Thank you for taking her.”

Tess scoffs as she turns the camera back to her, “I’m honored you let me have her.”

“Well, who else would we have let take her?”

“Mom?”

You start to laugh, “Mom would lose her mind having her for a week straight. She’s on a bit of a naughty streak right now.”

“Oh, we know,” Tess says, and you grimace.

Jimmy laughs as he bends down closer to the camera, “She’s taken to pinching me, by the way. Where the hell did she learn that?”

You smile when John looks over at you, “No idea.”

You tend to pinch him playfully sometimes. It doesn’t hurt him, of course, and it’s not intended to, it’s just a playful thing, and maybe Ronan sees it. Who knows? You should probably stop though so she doesn’t do it to other kids.

“It doesn’t hurt, but she thinks it’s so funny,” Jimmy says.

“It’s because you make a big scene and throw yourself on the floor. She thinks it’s hilarious.” Tess says, and you put your hand over your mouth as you laugh and look at John who does the same exact thing. “It’s fine, but her and Finn are going to be little shits when they’re like…eight and nine. We’re going to be called into the principal’s office at least once a week.”

John laughs, “She must get those mischievous genes from her mom.”

“Oh, yeah, totally,” you say sarcastically, then you smile at Tess, “Well, I’m glad she’s good.”

“I said she’s doing okay, I never said she was good!” Tess teases, and you laugh. “I’m kidding. She’s absolutely precious and I love her and would die for her. I’ll keep sending pictures and videos of her to keep you updated, but stop worrying about her and enjoy your anniversary! Go have sex on the beach or something. Wait, the beach is private, right?”

You hum, “Somewhat. No one is really around us.”

John leans over and kisses your neck, “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I’d like to take you on the beach again.”

“I heard that, you sicko.” Tess says, and you and John both laugh. “I love you both. Talk to you later!”

“Love you! Give Ro lots of hugs and kisses from us. Bye!” you hang up the phone and look over at John as he smiles at you, “Now my sister knows we had sex on the beach.”

John laughs, “Like you weren’t going to tell her anyway.”

“Okay, so maybe I just like to brag sometimes.” you say as John leans over to kiss you. “Do you have the patience to wait for me to finish my salad?”

“I guess,” he teases, and you slowly take a bite as you look at him. He laughs and rolls his eyes, “You’re a little shit. Ronan gets it from you!”

You smile proudly, “Maybe!”

John eyes you as you eat the last few bites of your salad slowly, and he huffs and dramatically sits back in his seat while you try not to laugh. You finally let out a laugh as you get up, and John follows behind you into the kitchen. You look over your shoulder at John as he stares at you, and you turn around and quickly pull your tank top off.

“I’m ready now.” you say, holding his gaze.

John’s eyes drop down to your breasts as he smiles, and he quickly grabs you and carries you off to the bedroom as you laugh.

“Wrong way!” you laugh, pointing toward the beach. He quickly changes direction as he spanks you, and you cling to him as he brings you down to the beach.

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