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john constantine and john wick, best of both worlds.
[originally posted on my twitter @gvrfieIds]
I made a thing in art class :D
Thinking Out Loud
For the Anon who asked: John and the Reader meeting at the Reader’s sister’s wedding reception
Author’s note: i would like to begin by saying - thank you all for still being here and sending me encouraging messages and get well notes. Things in my life haven’t been going very well and i wasn’t able to write. Writing for me is a form of coping mechanism when things in life get too unbearable or the world just gets too loud and i need to shut it out. Also i’m a very sad and lonely person and these characters i create even though they aren’t mine become my friends. I had more than half of a mind to not return to this blog HOWEVER i could not leave your request undone. To me that felt wrong.
I am continuing to write your previous requests but it will be slow to come out but it will come out. Requests will remain closed for now until I have about 3 remaining to write. Thank you once again for your love and patience.
Secondly, those of you who have a problem with my writing and thinks I do not post fast enough, please leave. Did you for one second stop to think that “hey this chick is doing this after an 8 hour shift at 2 in the morning for me, for no charge and out of the goodness of their heart. They’re not getting any form of recognition for it either, so maybe i should stop being a bloody pest and wait and if i don’t get it, think, well maybe she’s busy or doesn’t have the time to do this anymore?” but nah lemme be inconsiderate.
My answer to you is this: i will ignore you and ban you from my blog. This “ConfessionsofaCookie” is my space and i could do whatever the hell i want with it. So don’t be damn angry at me for banning your unshaped, lumpy arse, when you are the wrong ones.
Also the hate mail... like why? why waste your - you know what nvm.
Thirdly: Guess who’s back? Back again. Cookie’s back, tell a friend! ♪♫
Thinking Out Loud
“Ah!” exclaimed the coordinator as her bespectacled face spied me down the hallway “, I need you!”
“What now?” I muttered under my breath as I walked towards her.
“Yes?” I asked pointedly as I approached.
She scrutinised me over her frames for a second before she spoke “, I’m in the middle of fixing the venue and the flowers have arrived.”
Her phone beeped serval times and she paused to pull it out and check the screen. “Direct them to me,” she continued matter of factly and promptly walked off.
Why the hell was Amy paying her so much to organise her wedding but she busy asking other people to do her job? Angrily I walked off. The florists were waiting for me outside the front gate. The man punctually dropped the floral order in my hands before I could say hi.
“Well hello, to you too,” I greeted and looked over the order, signed the bottom right of the page and directed his staff to the venue.
I turned to leave. A tap on my shoulder made me look back.
“Yes?” I inquired. The florist removed a vase of flowers the truck and handed them to me “, this is for a Ms. Amy y/l/n from a Mr. Peter Capaldi.”
I smiled and sniffed the arrangement of creamy white calla lilies and the violet blue of the irises, my sister’s favourite flowers and combination. Ah, she was going to love this. A tiny pang rung in my chest, I hoped someday, something like this could happen to me, minus the all the drama though.
Clutching the vase, I carefully made my way up the walkway doing my best to dodge the bustling decorators and caterers. It was heavier than it looked. Finally, I reached the solid oak, front door, opened it and collided with a solid, warm, object. I stumbled backwards, water sloshing everywhere before the vase slipped from my grip splintering on the ground. Or more like it didn’t splinter.
A dark form was righting themselves holding a very intact vase of flowers. Chocolate almond eyes met mines and instinctually my cheeks heated.
i think i ought to like john wick 2 a lot more than i do there is generally acknowledged to be a point in john wick 1 - somewhere between leaving the red circle and catching up with theon greyjoy - where the proceedings stop being rooted in revenge and emotion, and become somewhat perfunctory as viggo basically keeps fucking with john wick when he really ought to know better but without the added layer of 'first of all, //how dare you//' and john wick 2 gets to that point, like, immediately like, before he even goes to rome there's a lot of great world building but this time it's 'john, no' instead of 'everyone else, no' meanwhile common and larry fishburne are great in this, but also //barely in this at all//
Into the Dragon’s Den (Santino D’Antonio x Reader) (John Wick Universe)
For the anon who asked: Can u have a oneshot were The reader is helens sister meaning john is like a really protective bro and they go meet up with Antonio for something and he starts flirting with the reader cause he needs a girlfriend Honestly and johns like fuck off boi and right before Antonio leaves he gives the reader a kiss and his number
Author’s Note: For some reason this was difficult to write and i hope i delivered. However thank you for stressing me out because it makes me a better writer.
Warnings: Big bro John and pushy Santino?
Into the Dragon’s Den
“I’m coming with you whether you like it or not,” I stated.
John looked at me, a pained expression on his face “, I just lost your sister and you’re all I have left of her. I can’t let anything happen to you.”
I grasped his hands “, and you’re all I have left of her. I’m not letting you go in that dragon’s den without some support,” I argued.
His shoulders caved and slumped. I pulled him towards me and hugged his trembling form “, you’re retired Jonathon and they need to know that.”
I released him and looked in his dark almond eyes, they looked so weary.
“Come on, let’s go tell that bastard you’re not going,” I whispered.
John nodded, straightened and grabbed the car keys from the table.
We arrived at a hotel – Monte Carlo read the calligraphic writing above the entrance. The massive building seemed to loom over its surroundings. Its Gothic architecture and white stone walls seemed reminiscent of a time long gone by. Gargoyles were perched on every corner and pinnacle of the building, a silent menacing guardian.
We walked up the steps in single file. John had specifically told me earlier to stay behind him at all times in case of any emergency – by emergency he meant if someone tried to kill him. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous and nervous still seemed too small a word for what I felt. Tiny tremors wracked my bones and had my heart pumping a few beats above normal.
John walked up to the counter. A woman in a black and white uniform turned to him.
“Good afternoon sir, how may I be of assistance?” she greeted with a screwed-on smile. Her eyes slid to me as I stood beside John.
“A room for two perhaps?” she inquired.
“No,” John said politely “, tell Santino D’Antonio that John Wick is here to see him.”
The woman froze for a split second, the smile she wore faltering as her eyes widened a fraction. Politely she coughed to hide her reaction and picked up the phone.
Quietly she spoke into the phone “, a Mr. John Wick to see Signore D’Antonio.”
She paused listening, she glanced at John and smiled.
“Yes. Yes. Yes sir – right away.” She hung up the phone and turned to us, the same fake smile in place again.
“Mr. D’Antonio, will see you now Mr. Wick,” she informed “, if you would please follow me.”
She stepped from behind the counter and motioned John to accompany her.
“Ah, Mr. D’Antonio is only expecting you Mr. Wick,” said the woman as she spied me following.
“She stays,” replied John gruffly, the huskiness of his voice turning more to a gravelly sound.
The woman swallowed hard. She nodded her head in acceptance and continued onward. We arrived at an elaborately, brightly lit restaurant that was ... empty.
A lone man sat in a table in the centre sipping wine and resting on the back of the chair. An air of boredom surrounded him.
The woman visibly stiffened as she approached the table with us in tow.
“Signore D’Antonio, your guest,” she announced.
“Mmm!” he mumbled through a sip of wine and motioned the woman away. She scuttled off quickly.
What kind of man was he to put such fear in people?
“Mr. Wick!” he greeted, his accent thick, slurring his words slightly “,please sit.”
“I’m not doing the job,” announced John “, I’m retired.”
He turned to face John, chartreuse eyes framed by sable brows locked on him “, i said to sit.”
Then those eyes slid to me and stayed there. Subtly John stepped to the side, blocking me from his view. A chair scraped on the tiled floors.
“You didn’t say you were bringing a guest John,” chided Santino “, how rude.”
He stepped around John and offered me a hand. My heart beat picked up. I took his outstretched hand, the skin was smooth and soft. He bowed slightly and brought my hand to his lips. I froze and gaped at this notorious mafia man kissing my hand. He stood still grasping my hand and smiled, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners.
I pulled my hand away, cradling it to my chest.
John instantly stepped between us “, I’d appreciate if you leave her out of this. Our business doesn’t concern her.”
“Yes, yes,” he mumbled, head bent to the side to peer around John. Eyes scanning my black ballet flats, faded jeans, white shirt and trench coat.
He smiled brilliantly this time and approached me, oblivious to John “, come - sit.”
Stepping around John he linked our arms and ushered me to the seat beside his. Firmly but gently he pulled the coat from my shoulders and draped it over an unused chair. Like a proper gentleman he pulled out the chair, hesitantly i sat.
John looked to me, his eyes concerned and his mouth drawn a thin line. I smiled slightly in acknowledgement to his silent question – yes i was fine. I could tell he was immensely regretting his decision to bring me along.
John sat to the right of D’Antonio, anger radiating off of him. Santino seemed oblivious to the fact or he just didn’t care. He clapped loudly and a barrage of chefs bustled into the room pushing serving carts brimming with hot food. Quickly they plated the food and left in the same bustling fashion. A steaming plate of lobster sat before me.
“We have business to discuss,” said John, his full attention on D’Antonio who was propped on his elbows watching me like a smug cat.
Involuntarily my stomach rumbled loudly. I winced and shrunk in my seat. I shot John an apologetic look.
He waved him off “, bella is hungry. We’ll discuss our affairs after.”
“D’Antonio -,” John’s voice was cut off as Santino happily piled pieces of bread and other fancy bits onto my plate.
John looked furious “, she doesn’t eat that,” and pulled an odd shaped piece of food from the dish. In hushed tones they argued over what went on my plate. John being quicker grabbed the lobster and cracked it open. D’Antonio looked on with a dissatisfied pout.
“Um, Mr. D’Antonio...,” I began.
Both eyes swiveled to me.
“Please bella, call me Santino,” he interceded and shot me a Cheshire cat grin “, and your name bella.”
“y/n –“
“Such a beautiful name.”
“Thank you,” i held up a hand as he started to speak “, I’m not finished,” i said sternly.
His eyebrows rose “, John has something important he’d like to discuss with you. I seem to be a distraction so – thank you for the wonderful meal.
I stood and pushed back my seat.
Santino jumped up and gripped my wrist “, no – sit – eat,” he said tersely.
He turned to John, eyebrows knitted “, problem, Mr. Wick?”
“I regretfully decline your offer of a job.”
I tuned out of the conversation and focused on the plate of lovelies sitting before me. God it smelt good! I picked at the lobster and tried to pry it open. I knew John had cracked it for me but the shell didn’t seem to budge. i looked up, John and Santino were both focused on each other. Carefully I picked up the lobster and the cracking tool and pressed down hard on the tail.
It broke with a violent crack. “Sorry,” I winced.
Taking the tiny fork I dug out the white meat and ate it with an internal sigh of happiness. Suddenly Santino’s napkined hand shot out, gently it glided on the corner of my mouth.
I stared wide eyed at him “, um, thank you?”
“Keep your hands off of her,” warned John “, we’re finished here, let’s go.”
“Don’t interrupt a lady when she’s eating,” protested Santino.
Internally I sulked but, I stood. Goodbye lovely food. Santino stood as well, shooting John an irritated look. He slipped my coat from the adjoining chair and helped me put it on.
He reached into the inner pocket of his black jacket and pulled out a card “, contact me at anytime using this card.”
He kissed it before pushing it into my hand. Swiftly he pulled me to him pressing a kiss to my cheek, he smelt like cigars and spices. His slight stubble scraped my cheek lightly as he pulled back, Chartreuse eyes locked on mines.
John ripped us apart, shoving Santino backwards. He gripped my wrist firmly and towed me out of the room.
“Careful John, it’s because of her i cancelled the order,” he called after us “, ciao bella, until we meet again.”
“Dream of me!” I heard echo as the door to the restaurant swung close behind us.
“You tossed the card?” asked John.
“Yup,” I lied.
The card he gave me weighed heavily in the breast pocket of my trench coat. I exhaled, happy the order was cancelled and John was free, however, the dour handsome, green eyed face lingered in my mind.
I patted the pocket, i might end up calling after all.
Hope you enjoyed~
8 Helping Hands
Author’s Fic
Summary: John rescues you from danger (this is so loose)
Pairings: John Wick x Reader
8 Helping Hands
A blood curdling scream erupted from my lips.
“John, John!” I shrieked as I scurried across the bedroom.
Feet pounded on the stairs and the door swung open with a bang. John barged in gun drawn, cocked and ready to fire at the cause of my alarm.
He swept the room, his muscles bunched under the thin white tee “, what’s wrong?”
“There, there!” I shrieked, pointing towards the bathroom and scampered behind him.
Carefully he approached the door. He pushed me aside and pointed to a corner, a silent command to stay behind. Using the nozzle of the gun he pushed open the ajar door and disappeared into the room. I waited for him to emerge with bated breath.
He walked out a minute later, hands slack at his side. John frowned and approached me.
His calloused hand cupped my cheek, the rough pads of his fingers scraped my cheek lightly “, was someone in here?” Concern creased his features.
I looked past him at the open entryway to the bathroom “, well-.”
I wrung my hands together, unsure of how to explain the events that had taken place. My assailant chose that specific moment to show itself.
“There, there!” I screeched and pointed.
John whirled, gun drawn, ready to fire only to lower his arm and look back at me with a confused expression. I stood in the centre of the bed, hopping from one foot to the other, eyes wide in my head.
“THERE!” I stressed and pointed again. John backed up and followed my pointed finger.
In the doorway it stood, five inches in diameter spread on dark brown, hairy, stilt like legs. Slowly it creeped forward and raised its two front legs in the air. I squirmed. John shot me an incredulous look and chuffed a laugh.
“Johnnnnn,” I whined, backing towards the headboard of the bed, my feet sinking into the plush mattress.
He sighed, raised his gun and fired. Brown bits of the spider exploded across the room.
I approached him, his back towards me “,is it gone?”
I touched his shoulder, he turned.
“I didn’t know you were afraid of spiders,” he said, his voice soft but his eyes sparked with mischief.
Heat creeped into my cheeks and I looked away from him “, it’s a bit embarrassing.”
My eyes found the place where the spider had existed only moments before, a black smudge mark and a hole were all that marked its presence. John’s arms wrapped around my waist and the back of legs, easily he lifted me from the bed.
“I don’t think so and I wish you’d have told me before,” he said, all traces of mischief disappearing as he sensed my unease.
“You’re safe now,” he whispered into my hair. His lips ghosted my temple in the faintest kiss and he made to exit the room.
I slung an arm over his shoulder and pressed my lips to his cheek “, my hero.”
Hey, Jealousy (John Wick x Reader)
For the anon who asked:
A fic about john wick getting jealous and ends up slightly being some smut. 😏👌🏼👌🏼
Authors Note: Sorry anon, it’s not full smut but i think it’s good enough :D that’s for this prompt. i had such fun writing it! hope you enjoy!
Rating: M
Song: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - Taylor Swift feat, Zyan
John Wick x Reader (smut)
Hey Jealously
I was furious, fuming, positively leaking smoke from my ears. How dare he, how dare he, take a job like that and put a hit on both of us. To make sure no one came after me he abandoned me in the Continental where Winston was currently babysitting me. Babysitting me!
I was more than capable taking care of myself, being just as capable as John in the field but according to him “, I need to take precautions.” My fucking foot! Then he proceeded to deposit me unconscious in one of the Continental hotel rooms. I had tried to leave but Winston and his band of merry men prevented me from doing so, saying he was keeping me safe as a favour to John.
Now here I was beyond irate, holding his note in my hand with his scratchy handwriting saying he’ll be back later tonight after he takes care of things. I crushed it in my fist and tossed it into the fireplace. I could be there backing him up!
I looked to the clock, two o’clock in the morning. I spied the unopened luggage I packed earlier the day sitting across from me when John tricked me into thinking we were spending some alone time. That was until I found out his plans. I stalked to the case and opened it, looking for the perfect dress to wear to the Continental’s private bar lounge. Since he was going to have fun without me, I’ll just have fun without him. I smirked to myself as I pulled out the perfect dress and proceeded to get ready.
All eyes turned to me as I entered the lounge. I grinned to myself. Oh, John how you were missing out. I spied an empty two seater table and sat. A song I didn’t know was playing. The waiter arrived not too long after to take my order “, gin.”
My drink arrived with a tall dark gentleman.
“May I help you?” I asked.
“Your drink,” he offered with a southern accent and placed my glass on the table along with his “, may I?”
I gestured to the empty chair and crossed my legs. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and leaned towards the table. The man’s eyes flicked from my face to my cleavage.
“Like what you see?” I questioned, while stirring my drink.
He smiled like a viper “, never seen anything like it.”
I chuckled low and seductive. Oh, yes, this was going to be fun. I took a sip from my drink, feeling the burning sensation slide down my throat and into my stomach.
Someone cleared their throat by our table. I looked up into a pair of lined, glass blue eyes. I felt the temper I had just calmed flare back to life.
“Winston,” I gritted, through clenched teeth.
“Y/n… Reese,” greeted Winston.
My companion raised his glass to the hotel owner in response and took a swing of the drink.
Winston turned his attention to me “, is this wise?”
I could feel my body beginning to heat back up, I ignored Winston and turned my attention to the new song. Intense and rich the music began followed by the male vocalist.
Been sittin' eyes wide open behind these four walls, hopin' you'll call It's just a cruel existence like it's no point hopin' at all
I looked back to him, a sweet smile plastered on my face “, I’ve no idea what you’re talking about?”
Baby, baby, I feel crazy Up all night, all night and every day Give me somethin', oh, but you say nothin' What is happenin' to me?
He gave me a tight-lipped smile “, I just wanted to let you know he’s back and looking for you.”
I glanced at my companion whose eyes were scanning the room and politely not listening to our conversation. I doubted he’d be the kind to have me under house arrest.
“Thank you,” I said dismissively and turned my attention back to my male companion.
Winston moved off. I shimmied my chair closer to Reese, his hazel eyes looked surprised.
I smiled dazzlingly at him “, I wasn’t hearing you properly before.”
I don't wanna live forever 'Cause I know I'll be livin' in vain
John was in for a rude awakening when he saw me with this stranger. I chuckled to myself. There was only a foot between our chairs. I dropped my hand from the table onto his knee and leaned into him. His cologne scratched my nose and I had to try very hard not to recoil.
Reese was handsome with gold flecked hazel eyes, chestnut hair to match and a square jaw line coated with the slightest five o’clock shadow. I spotted a fresh blackening bruise being hidden by the collar of his crisp white shirt. I took my free hand and brushed it open and slid a finger caressingly over the bruise.
“Rough night?”
And I don't wanna fit wherever I just wanna keep callin' your name
He chuckled, a lovely bass tone “, aren’t you a seductress,” and leaned towards me.
“Is there another reason you’re sitting at my table then?”
Until you come back home I just wanna keep callin' your name
“Dance?”
Suddenly my heart fell. John flashed through my mind, that was how we first met. He’d seen me, just I was now, sitting at a table by myself and he’d ask me to dance.
Until you come back home I just wanna keep callin' your name
“Um –,” I choked.
Until you come back home
I was cut off by a deep husky voice, threatening death and destruction “, there you are, thank you for keeping her company.”
Reese looked taken aback and sank back a fraction in his seat. I could feel the menace and fury pouring out of the person behind me.
“Your welcome,” Reese replied and took a gulp from his drink.
John’s hand wrapped around my arm, a silent command to leave. Suddenly my eyes stung.
I smiled at Reese, while standing “, thank you for your company.”
He nodded without looking in my direction. I let John lead me from the room, everything was a blur. I entered the hotel’s elevator with John behind me. I couldn’t face him so I kept my back turned to him.
“I took care of things,” he announced.
I nodded and silence followed.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” I croaked.
He didn’t respond. Slowly I turned to look at him, letting my emotions spill down my face in black rivulets. He was so blurry, all I could make out was his form.
“I’m not the one who was about to crawl into some stranger’s lap,” he hissed.
“Jealous?!” I bellowed at him “, that’s exactly what would’ve happened if you died you jackass!”
I gasped as I was slammed into the wall, I inhaled deeply, my throat tight.
“Yes!” he roared “, is that what you wanted to hear? That I was jealous that the woman I love and wanted to protect was looking like she was about to run off with some strange man.”
I opened my mouth to counter but he continued.
“And I walked in to see you wearing this dress and him and every other man in the room eye fucking you!”
The tears continued to run, dripping off my chin and onto my exposed cleavage.
“I was so worried about you,” I sobbed “, I needed you to feel the same pain I felt when you left me. I love you so, so much John.”
My heart clenched in my chest. I would give my life for him and him for me but, locking me up in this place had hurt me. I felt like he didn’t trust me or think I was capable enough.
His thumb brushed away my spilt tears “, I am sorry for leaving you but I don’t regret it.”
He kissed my forehead tenderly, then each eye. I looked up at him he was still a little blurry but getting clearer, I cupped his cheek and traced his worried and pained face with my other hand.
“I’m sorry too,” I murmured.
He kissed my nose and I giggled. He smiled, a little light pouring back into his face chasing away the pain. Gently he brought his lips to mine in a tender kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me a few inches from the floor. I draped my arms over his neck, one of my hands fisting into his midnight hair.
The kiss deepened, his tongue in my mouth tracing my lower lip, probing and thrusting. He broke from my mouth and traced my jaw line. His lips sucked a path down my neck leaving a line of possessive bruises in its wake. I threw my head back and it banged into the gold elevator wall.
“Ouch,” I moaned.
I banded my legs around his waist and ground on his growing erection. He groaned into my ear at the friction and pushed me into the wall, hiking my dress up and grinding into my core eliciting a hiss of pleasure from me.
My hands freely roamed his back, running over his arms, chest and grasping his ass. Tight and firm. Delicious. My hands went back to his hair, the strands sliding silkily through my fingers. Roughly he grasped the strap of my dress to push it from my shoulder. I felt it snap but I didn’t care. John freed my right breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I moaned at the wet velvety contact of his tongue and rolled my hips against his hardened cock. He paused and shuddered against my body.
“Like that big boy?” I whispered into his ear as I sucked my own mark of ownership into his pale neck.
I rutted my hips against him and pulled at his shirt but gave up and attacked his belt, needing him in me.
The elevator bell dinged, I hopped off John and did my best to straighten my clothes. The doors opened to reveal Winston.
Winston entered the elevator with a cocked eyebrow and a knowing smile “, John… y/n, I hope I’m not interrupting something”
“No, not at all,” we replied in unison.
Winston smiled and turned his back to us.
I caught sight of our reflection in the mirrored wall. I did my best to stifle a laugh. John’s hair was sticking out at all angles, ruby lipstick streaked across his lips and rained down his chest along with purple bruises. His tie was about to fall off his neck, his shirt also bore my lips mark, three of the first buttons were on the floor and his shirt tails were hanging out his pants. John’s belt was undone and his large tattooed hands were clasped over the tent in his pants.
I was worse, looking like a truck had run over me – twice. My hair was netted and frizzy. I had raccoon eyes, black tracks ran down my face, my lipstick was smudged half across my face and down my neck. So much for the label saying it was none transferable. The left strap for the low cut, black, spaghetti strapped body con dress was broken. Red and blue marks decorated my neck like an elaborate necklace.
John caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled. I ducked my head feeling a bit of heat creep into my cheeks. His hand found mines and squeezed.
The elevator dinged, opened and Winston stepped out.
He turned, a smirk on his lined features “, it makes no sense wishing you a good night but, I must ask that you please keep the noise level at minimum for the other guests.”
“Of course, Winston, good night,” replied John, still holding my hand.
“I’m not the one who’s going to have a good night,” Winston said with a wink.
The elevator bell sounded and the doors closed. I looked up at John who was already looking at me, lust coating his features.
Oh yes, this was going to be a very good night.
Quack Goes The Duck (John Wick X Reader)
Summary: John and You have a date night out at a Carnival fair. It all fun and games. While passing by a stall one of the grand prizes catches your eye. You play the game and the owner cheats you out of the prize. Upset and angry John steps in to help...
Author’s Note: Hi~ It was just supposed to be fluff. I hope I delivered :D
Tags: @samuraiwarrior cause you wanted thissssssssss
@galaxycat1903 this wasn’t the fluff i had in the works for you. Your fluff fic will be done but i know you wanted John fluff and this kindda, sortta qualifies :D
Quack Goes the Duck
I could barely contain my excitement as I exited the car. I clutched my arms to my chest and stared in wide eyed wonder at the brightly lit, neon lights of the Carnival fair. John stepped beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder; I looked to him and grinned ear to ear.
“Where do you want to go first?” he asked, eyes alit with happiness.
“Roller Coaster, duh!” I stated matter of fact.
He nodded and we made our way to the attraction. After various rides we ducked in and out of stalls, picking and choosing and sometimes even fighting over what games to play.
I pulled a thick wad of pink cotton candy and felt it melt into sugary goodness in my mouth.
I stopped mid stride, whispering to myself “, oh my god, that’s so cute!”
John had walked off without me. He glanced to his side and whipped around when he didn’t see me.
I felt the pressure of his arm on my shoulder “, see something?”
I nodded absently soaking up the warmth of his body. I pointed to the object that captured my attention. His eyes followed my outstretched finger and landed on the pudgy, white, pink tailed, rainbow mane unicorn with a bell dangling from its horn, hanging from the window red and white striped stall. He huffed a laugh. I grabbed his wrist and dragged him across the busy walkway, dodging around people until I reached the item.
Quickly I examined the stall - shoot the duck, read the sign. Simple enough I thought. Several people were lined up with air guns, shooting at the slowly moving tin, yellow ducks. I spied the owner of the stall standing gin a corner observing the patrons.
“Excuse me!” I called, his head turned to me.
“Hi,” I waved him over “, how do I win the unicorn?” I pointed upwards to where the plush was strung.
“Oh, that’s top prize – shoot all the duck and you get it,” the man drawled “, five gives you twenty shots, shoot all and you get the unicorn.”
I was virtually bouncing on my feet with glee as I slid him the money. John stood behind me watching quietly like my shadow. The stall owner smirked at me.
The people before us collected their prize and left only us. I looked to John and beamed at him; he smiled back and rubbed a small circle on my shoulder.
“Go on,” he motioned as the owner finished righting the ducks that had been shot and took the almost finished cotton candy from me.
The owner handed me the air gun. I stood and braced myself, settling my aim and fixing my stance the way John taught me. The man flipped the remote switch and the game began. The yellow ducks bobbing up and down while rolling across the area.
I took aim, exhaled slowly through my mouth and shot. The first yellow duck fell, the corners of my mouth tugged upwards. I aimed and fired again, two ducks fell. Two became three, then four and so on, until I had one more. It had taken me no more than twenty seconds.
I glanced at John who stood behind me with a smile of approval on his face. I turned back to the game, and tracked the duck through the scope, lining up the shot.
Suddenly the game powered down. I looked up wide eyed. What was going on?
The game owner snatched the gun out of my grip “, thirty seconds are up! You lose.”
I stared at him open mouthed.
“You didn’t say that there was a time limit,” I breathed incredulously, hands splayed out at my sides.
The man raised a brow and gave me a sour expression “, I did. Listen better.”
I ground my teeth.
“You didn’t say that – the other people before me didn’t have a time limit you cheat!” I shouted shaking a clenched fist at him, a few people turned to stare at us.
“Hey miss, it’s not my fault you can’t hear well,” retorted the owner.
“Why you -,” John’s hand gripped my arm and I looked at him eyes ablaze.
He stepped in front of me, hand down in his pocket “, five dollars, twenty shot right?”
A group of teenagers came up to the booth, chattering happily amongst themselves.
The owner looked a bit weary “, you don’t qualify.”
John cocked his head to the right, his calm demeanour oozing something otherworldly.
“Hey, dude, hurry up and let the guy play cause we’re waitingggg,” said a dark haired boy.
“You heard them,” said John drawing the money out from his wallet and handing it to the man.
The man glanced at John, the money, the kids, then back to John and the money.
“Dude!” shouted one of the teenagers annoyed. The others backed him up.
He took it with a smirk and reset the game machine. He handed John the gun and started the game. I gasped, the ducks were moving across the screen at twice the original speed. The teenagers also commented on the speed and started making bets on how much ducks John would be able to knock over. This man was despicable.
Thirty seconds were all he had. John aimed and fired. Silence.
“Which was the one you wanted again?” asked John turning to me as he rested the gun on the table.
“Unicorn,” I said with a triumphant smile as I took in the open mouthed gazes of the group and the stall owner.
Grudgingly he climbed up and unhooked the animal before thrusting it into my open arms. I hugged it tightly to my chest and buried my face into the white fur.
“Thank you,” I mumbled to John and linked our fingers. He raised our joined hands and kissed the back of my hand.
I turned to the group of teenagers “, you guys should find another stall to play at, this guy cheats,” and walked off with my prize and man.
“That thing is so ugly,” laughed John.
I cut him a glare “, no it’s not.”
I looked down at the rainbow coloured mane “, it’s so fluffly!” and squeezed it again, the bell jingling with the motion.
“It may be even cuter than you,” I said slyly and ran cackling through the crowd leaving John to chase after me.
He caught me quickly, laughing and red faced.
I stood on my toes and pecked him on the lips “, let’s go home.”
His hands found my waist “, had enough fun?”
I wrapped a free arm around his neck pressing my body firmly to his “, I can think of more fun things to do.”
He grinned, his eyes slid from my face to the unicorn “,I don’t want that thing in the bedroom watching us.”
I frowned “, it’s just a stuffed animal.”
“y/n”
I flicked the bell “, what, think he’s going to rate your performance?”
“y/n,” he said again a bit exasperated.
“Fine I’ll leave him in the living room.”
As we walked off a thought struck me “, where’s my cotton candy?”
