#unvendaval / john wick.

[thirt13n]

most people who have skill with a needle and thread would find the task of patching up holes in a suit jacket by hand laughably easy ----- but since her proficiency with both typically involves skin ( and a fair bit of blood on her hands at one point or another ), it’s ironically taking her longer mending the fabric of his jacket than it would if it was him she was rushing to make whole once again. it makes her thankful for the rare amount of downtime they’ve managed to find for themselves ------- it’s certainly not the first time they’ve had to navigate a world with a target on their backs or feel the need to constantly look over their shoulders, but before now they’ve always been able to claim asylum at the closest continental until it was time to move on.

but now, it’s just the two of them catching their breath in a glorified closet of a motel room she’d gotten with a fake credit card and a faker name.

the scene is somewhat familiar; she’s sitting cross - legged on the bed beside @unvendaval with her kit spread out in a fan around her --- organized chaos — while she squints in the dull yellow light at the last hole ( for good, she’d like to hope; but it’s unrealistic ) she has to patch up tonight. small blessings come in the form of only having to patch one layer of fabric with that tactical lining he’d explained to her keeping the rest of the garment ( and him ) intact.

her fingers go to work again, getting a stitch in before she’s exhaling another ‘fuck,“ under her breath when the needle gets greedy and finds flesh on top of fabric. she pops it in her mouth, nose crinkling in annoyance at the familiar taste of metal on her tongue. he’s watching her now, ( all those ‘ fuck!’s ’ have been adding up; it would be difficult for him not to notice considering she could lean to her left and catch his shoulder before too long if she wanted to ) or maybe he has been for a while, it's hard for her to tell.

she apologetically removes her finger with a pop! glancing down and waiting for the little red dot to expand again so she can repeat the process. “a tailor, i am not,” she sighs before watching intently as he takes her left hand and pulls it towards him, pressing a kiss against her palm. “not that i’d rather be patching you up tonight,” what she’s been doing tonight is by no means her best work; but still seems to be appreciated -------- either that or this is his way of mourning the passing of his suit. “i guess i really shouldn’t be complaining, hm?”

#unvendaval #unvendaval / john wick. #ic » plaintext ; answered. #verse » john wick. #i said bring on the fluff #and you and john delivered spectacularly 🥹🥲 #blood mention cw

[unvendaval]

🐤 - John from Melina and or Helen just 2 see what he’d say IF he had a Twitter

♡ MUSE TWEETS . @assassinslegacy & @ruskasuka .

#assassinslegacy #ruskasuka #unvendaval ♡ answered ask. #relationships ♡ john wick. #says ' see you at home for dinner . xoxo ' JHDHJJHD #only the b.aba y.aga handles having a t.witter account without a handle ... cryptid behavior #the name is ' wick ' in binary JHDHFJ #i'm cackling he invented being funny

[assassinslegacy]

what jewel are your bones made of?

Amber you hold in your heart fragments of everything that has ever passed through you. the good, the bad, the utterly mundane. you catch it all and keep it. you have a singular talent for holding on tight collector, scavenger, hoarder, keeper core: memory

tagged by: @kurjaks

tagging: @pyreshe @kingsmanne @unvendaval (john wick) @masteredlegacy

#dash games. // #hey fuck you

[thirt13n]

she isn't entirely sure what's more bruised at the moment ------------ her ribs or her ego. one of the two options certainly throbs a bit more when she scowls and attempts to shift her weight in the chair while @unvendaval fusses with the wound in her shoulder, but that's to be expected. at least more so than the act of falling down the short flight of stairs that got her in this state in the first place ( or the fact she'd let herself become distracted enough to nearly catch a bullet before doing so. ) so maybe it is her ego that's feeling the worst.

though when he starts to gently dig around the wound, her shoulder loudly makes its case to be lumped in with the other two parts of her protesting the entire situation. "you know something?" she hisses quietly through a sharp inhale, attempting to remain mostly motionless while her fingers sink nails first into her chair's upholstered arms. her tolerance for pain has come a long way since she started out ----- the fact that most things don't faze her anymore is both a blessing and a curse. but this part? the one where she's got him laying the groundwork for a new soon - to - be - scar? "i've finally come to terms with the fact i'm never going to get used to that."

even with her half - hearted attempt at complaining, he stays relatively quiet while he works; leaving her to occupy the dead air in the room when she feels like it. not once does he ask for the details of how this all happened. it's a toss - up between him already knowing and not needing to; either one feels accurate given how well they know each other. so when he does decide to offer up his opinion on her situation in between pulls of a needle and thread, her ribs are the one thing preventing her from exhaling a laugh. 

❝  just give the word and i’ll kill every one of them.  ❞

because of course he would. because if it were the other way around, she'd be giving him the same offer. hell; she probably has.

"like you don't already have enough on your plate, right?" she attempts to rest her chin on her shoulder like she always does when wanting to watch him work, remembering right before settling that it probably isn't such a good idea to do so. ( her shoulder's quick to chime in and agree. ) "worrying about me on top of your own assignment." there's a sigh, more for herself than for him, but he's welcome to accept it as his own if he likes. it's not that she doesn't appreciate the offer; he's one of the few ( if not the only person ) she knows actually would do what he promises in a situation like this. he's got her back, she has his. but this is something she has to settle before it gets out of hand.  "i don't need you getting yourself in trouble because of me, john. i know how good you are at doing that all on your own." 

#unvendaval #ic » plaintext ; answered. #unvendaval / john wick. #verse » john wick. #speaking of their shared habit of falling down stairs #injury cw #bruises cw

[thirt13n]

they’re both worse for wear ---------- one of those third option kind of assignments where they’ve both seen the wrong end of the fight. if she’s honest she doesn’t fully remember how they even got out of there in one piece ( relatively speaking ---- she has it on good authority and too much damn familiarity that she’s sitting there with at least a couple cracked ribs; but she won’t know the full extent of catching half a dozen steel - toed boots with her side until she can figure out a way to get herself behind an x - ray without worrying the tech is going to pull a gun on her instead of pushing the button to light her up ) but she knows john had something to do with it. they can say there’s no honor among thieves -------- but assassins, on the other hand … well ----- at least the assassin laying beside her has it in abundance when it comes to her. “can you imagine us not having nights like these anymore?” her voice crackles thanks to a pinch of her ribs; the ice of her drink not doing as much as she would like to numb her; inside or out. “can you imagine us having a normal, boring, saturday night, john?”

she doesn’t mind if @unvendaval doesn’t answer ----- it’s to be expected. he’s quiet to begin with; always chooses how he doles out his words carefully. but he gets even quieter after a night like this, as if silence has healing properties ( or maybe he’s just like her; filling in the absence of conversation with all the ‘what ifs’ her mind can churn out when it doesn’t have to compete with anyone else for her attention. ) “ we should meet in another life .” unsure if he’s being serious or not, she simply lifts her chin to look at him, sitting just out of reach on the other end of the sofa.

“we should. i hope we would,” be seeing you gets tossed around so much in their circles it borders on the cliché ------- and most of the time it’s lobbed at people ( with a sharp tongue and a healthy dose of cynicism ) she has no desire to come across ever again, this life or the next. whatever that means. but as is often the case, he’s the exception to so many of her rules. “can you even imagine?” she sighs almost as if she’s daydreaming ( though it might just be the adrenaline spike starting to dissipate ), but it’s a thought, isn’t it? no longer having to be on the run, never having to worry about each time they see each other possibly being the last. what does it say when there’s more hope in a hypothetical than the here and now? “maybe it’ll be calmer than this one. i think we’d do calm pretty well you and i.”

#unvendaval #unvendaval / john wick. #ic » plaintext ; answered. #verse » john wick. #YOU ASKED FOR THIS #and it did not get rid of those reincarnation seeds it just made it Worse

[thirt13n]

[ 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙲𝚃 𝙸𝙳 : 𝙹𝚆 ] / @unvendaval

because i went to see you during my three hour layover in new york

and that three hour layover turned into three days

and now my internal clock is off

i'm also pretty sure i left some clothes there...

#unvendaval #ic » plaintext ; answered. #verse » john wick. #correspondence » sms. #so technically its her fault but it's more fun to blame him #i hate her sometimes

[unvendaval]

[ HIPS ] : sender pulls receiver in closer by the hips . + “ let me take care of you . “

what is tenderness , anyway ? he got to meet a glimpse of it with helen . a survivor solely on memories , john was not planning to re - start a fire that would never burn all the same . wasn't sure of any plan , that's for certain . for now , complete the cycle : end the lives that were meant to end , & return to a life of yearning for what once was .

his body hurts , remains of violence & the fall from a new york rooftop making it rotten . but sharon's touch doesn't . it almost colors him guilty , undeserving of such tenderness . @whitesuited lets fingertips quietly run down scarred torso , before they pull him closer by the hips . a whisper , an offering . he doesn't know what to do with himself , not anymore . this wasn't part of the plan . but the push - and - pull between them has smoldered for long enough . john moves his hands to each side of thirteen's face , drawing her into a deep , longing kiss .

( ... ) now that i have found my peace , find yours .

words may ruin this peace , suddenly so fragile & sacred . it doesn't take long before john guides her to the bedroom . oh , the turn things would take .

#whitesuited #unvendaval ♡ answered ask. #threads ♡ john wick. #HOW DARE YOUUU HOW DARE YOU #suggestive cw #unvendaval ♡ queue. #also not me quoting he.len's final note ... i am Insane for this

[unvendaval]

❛ missed my touch that much, did you? ❜ John ;)))

♡ @thirt13n .

one of sharon's many powers : to propel john into realization , with flawless timing . does he deserve this ? a tender touch , one with no ulterior motive other than each other's delight ? her fingertips graze ever so slightly the scarred , marked skin of john's back when his shirt is removed . soon enough he's engulfed in her embrace , hands guiding her legs to wrap on each side of his hips with fervour . his mind is busy elsewhere — lips hungrily making their way from jaw to neck to chest , hands gently pushing her shirt open to find more skin to praise . he doesn't realize when her own is slipping under his waistband , the grip of her hand on his length enough to earn a muffled gasp ; & her cynical quip . " yes , " a bright , embarrassed smile lights up his face , as he moves to find hers again . " painfully so . "

#thirt13n #unvendaval ♡ answered ask. #threads ♡ john wick. #unvendaval ♡ queue. #i dunno what's better : his surprise or the fact that he smiled with that doofus smile

[thirt13n]

the sheets she’s currently caught up in might be a bit of a tangled mess, but she isn’t about to make the effort to wake up and fix them -------- the cool air of the morning has long since made its way into the room via the windows they’d left open last night; permeating every piece of fabric with that humid, almost heavy dampness that comes along with warm summer nights that follow hot summer days.

and she’s in no hurry to move despite hearing him shuffling around the room trying to be as quiet as he can, her ears able to follow him from one side to the other with ease as her eyes continue to stay firmly shut. ( for someone who’s always been so good at moving silently when he needs to, @unvendaval’s easily betrayed by a few warped floorboards now that one particular skill is no longer a life - or - death necessity. )  she knows that getting back to sleep --------- real sleep at this point is out of the question; she’s been drifting somewhere between dreaming and awake since she felt his side of the mattress dip and bounce back just as quickly.

maybe he’s seen her shift under those covers, or maybe her lashes flutter a little too much as he moves around the room, but soon enough she can sense him leaning over her side of the bed without having to open her eyes to confirm it. instead, he does it for her; gently pushing back some of the blonde that’s fallen in front of her face and pressing a kiss on the sliver of forehead he’s uncovered underneath. “hey,” she inhales in anticipation of a yawn, shifting slightly under the covers but still in no real rush to push them off and start the day.

“ you should come back to bed,” she murmurs as fingers curl around his wrist, warm and gentle, hoping she can sneak at least part of him back under the covers so the rest of him will follow, “and do that again.”

#unvendaval #unvendaval / john wick. #ic » plaintext ; answered. #verse » john wick. #LISTEN no one does nonverbal like these two #ksldfjsd i was going to joke about it being their love language but its a Fact

[unvendaval]

starter . ft . @thirt13n .

perhaps , death was the greatest reward . john was healing , slowly & for good , hidden with the help of the few allies that remained by his side in sacré - cœur . amongst them , sharon . the previous night is clear as day in his head , even with the copious amounts of wine that started it . he wakes up first , a fluttering sensation in his stomach when he realizes that life feels normal again ( even when he's unsure of what normal truly is ) . he only let go of her embrace when he realized the need for coffee .

one breath after the other , the air feels light , cleansed . john skims through a book , only startled when he sees sharon emerge from the master bedroom at a distance . he grins , fondly , reaching for the false identification cards on the table .

" templeton page - taylor ? really ? "

#thirt13n #unvendaval ♡ closed starter. #threads ♡ john wick. #this is a reference to a j.immy f.allon interview i'm so sorry #also we love a morning after !!!!!

[unvendaval]

( robbie robb - in time ) . john for @greatrspnsibility ( melina ) .

" it'll take time , but we're going far . "

#greatrspnsibility #unvendaval ♡ closed starter. #threads ♡ john wick. #keeping this obscure for the bestieee #anyways i miss them #unvendaval ♡ queue.

[thirt13n]

he inhales a breath between his teeth like he’s holding back a shiver and she replies with a giggle, an exhale of warm breath against the side of his neck before her lips cover the spot her teeth had previously occupied ----- all in an attempt to soothe the most recent patch of skin she’s been toying with since they’d both woken up not all that long ago. “yes?” she pauses without lifting her head and still perched on top of him, finally acknowledging the sound he’d made ------ at least verbally.

" you're going to leave a mark - " a concern that feels pretty slight, considering @unvendaval's hands haven’t left either side of her hips since she started, and she's got ten little imprints of his fingertips to prove it.

“mhmm,” she nips again, a little bit harder and a little bit lower; holds the skin just above where shoulder and neck meet a little bit longer between her teeth, before her lips come in to provide a little relief. “you’re probably right.” ( it gets another giggle ------ there’s no point in lying, now is there? it’s not as if it’s going to be the first one she’s left on him, and certainly not the last. after all, isn’t it a nice change of pace to have a patch of mottled skin that didn’t come from someone wanting to kill you? )

“you might want to make sure you keep that top button on your shirt done up when you go.”

#unvendaval #unvendaval / john wick. #ic » plaintext ; answered. #verse » john wick. #:)))))) #suggestive cw #bruises cw #spicy cw

[unvendaval]

[ 📲 sms to john: ]  i can't sleep. i blame you.

[ 📲 sms : @thirt13n ] : sharon

[ 📲 sms : 13 ] : how is this my fault ?

#thirt13n #unvendaval ♡ answered ask. #threads ♡ john wick. #is he confused or just playing dumb ...

[unvendaval]

❛ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ❜ ( for john b/c you know i cant say no to hozier AND john )

thirteen's words earn a chuckle ... as if their circumstances could not get more peculiar . it took them a visit to the valley of death , a ride to what felt like purgatory , to get here : a table for two , amidst breeze & parisian meadows , glasses of wine in their hands . what now ? the question plays on loop in john's head . at one point , he was certain , but not anymore .

from one safehouse to another , the marquis' harbinger kept his promise : access to resources in the palm of john's hand . he chooses a cottage by the countryside , a breath of fresh air before they could fly off the old continent , and hopefully , never see it again .

" you did too , " nose picks up the notes of honeysuckle before he sips , fingers tapping against glass . it still stings , what remains of the duel - a pain to his stomach , his muscles , but he was too intrigued with this night , their night , to pay attention . brown eyes douse in the sight of vineyards in the horizon , clear skies above . he didn't remember what peace felt like , until now . " we both had our ... reputation . "

#whitesuited #unvendaval ♡ answered ask. #threads ♡ john wick. #date night date night date night- #unvendaval ♡ queue.

[unvendaval]

randomized lyric sc . @twingerine gets john wick !

" is that so wrong ? "

#twingerine #unvendaval ♡ closed starter. #threads ♡ john wick. #this song is SO NOT JOHN i'm cackling #* song : ice cream castles .