John Krasinski

John&Emily || We Were On A Break

Emily smiled. “Oh. don’t worry about Hazel, once she’s down, she’s gone for a long time. She’s good like that.” She grinned at him and led him over to the couch pulling him down beside her, she began to kiss him again, this time with more passion. Her hands trailed up his back and her fingers wove into the hair on the back of his head. 

"Okay, so we're on the same page," he teased her as he crashed into the couch, allowing his face to crash into hers, making out like they were still teenagers who's parents could arrive home any minute. He placed his arms around Emily's waist and interlocked his fingers behind her back, murmuring pleasantly as he felt Emily's fingers curl through his hair. He moved his head to her neck, leaving opened mouthed kisses there and on her jawline.

John&Emily || We Were On A Break

Emily smiled into his chest, “That blog is so awful…although, it isn’t really the blog’s fault. People actually can be cruel enough to post on it like that, it could split people up and ruin families. I really want to know who sent that in.” Her arms wrapped around his neck and she stood up on her tip-toes to kiss him on the lips. “You really are amazing, you know that right?”

"People are crazy and mean and jealous of what we have because it feels so perfect," John smiled, kissing Emily again, letting his arms wrap around the small of her back. "Shh, it'll go to my head," he teased softly, kissing her again as she complimented him. "We've still got some time before Hazel wakes up," he whispered to her.

John&Emily || We Were On A Break

Emily couldn’t contain the tears anymore, and she could almost hear the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. How had everything turned so bad so fast. “I am still the same person I was when I met you, I was just upset and…..Oh John I’m so sorry.” She reached her arm out to touch him on the shoulder but then thought better of it and pulled back. “You have you believe me, I love you and only you. Please.” Her head was throbbing like mad and she thought she would pass out. “Who told you this? Where did you see it?”

John calmed down a bit at Emily's declaration. Sure, he was upset, but he was  mostly just scared that he could lose her again. Knowing that he wouldn't helped some. "I love you too, okay? That's what's important, is that I love you and you love me and we love our baby." He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into his chest, kissing the top of her head. "I heard it from that Scandalous Gossip blog. They have eyes everywhere," he said, stroking the back of her head as he hugged her.

John swallowed, not sure if he was more angry or hurt. He could see the fear in Emily’s eyes, and wanted to make sure she knew he was safe. “Em, sweetheart. I’m upset and I feel betrayed, but no ones going to hurt you, okay? You look like you think I’m going to start throwing...

When Emily started yelling, John grew more upset. "Emily, no." He began, his tone firm. "You do not get to make me the bad guy here. We both decided it would be good for me to leave town for a bit, it's not like I abandoned you and you had no way to contact me. And of course I didn't look at anyone else. Emily, I may have been mad at you, but you're still my wife. You're still the woman I married. You're still the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. But if you don't feel the same way we need to take care of that now. I will never stop loving you, but I can't live with a version of you that can't love me." He felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, but pushed them back. He would not break down.

John was shocked. He felt his mouth and throat go dry. This was a joke, right? He tried to stay calm. Yelling wasn’t going to solve anything. “Did you go on a date, or were you hanging out as friends? Because what I read made it seem like a pretty excellent first date, but I...

John swallowed, not sure if he was more angry or hurt. He could see the fear in Emily's eyes, and wanted to make sure she knew he was safe. "Em, sweetheart. I'm upset and I feel betrayed, but no ones going to hurt you, okay? You look like you think I'm going to start throwing punches." He took another deep breath, leaning against the counter for support. "I just-- God, Emily. We might not have been living together, but we were still married. Who kissed who first? Am I not able to trust you alone with guy friends anymore? You know I hate couples like that, but what else is there?" He asked, his tone almost pleading.

"I know, you’re probably right," John said, smiling as she kissed him and placing a gentle hand on her hip. Of course it was crazy. Emily loved him, she’d never do that. "Anyway, it said that while I was gone you saw other people. Specifically Logan Lerman. I should’ve known it...

John was shocked. He felt his mouth and throat go dry. This was a joke, right? He tried to stay calm. Yelling wasn't going to solve anything. "Did you go on a date, or were you hanging out as friends? Because what I read made it seem like a pretty excellent first date, but I also know that it was supposed to generate a reaction. So was it a date, or was it two friends hanging out?" He asked slowly, trying to keep his cool. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, waiting for Emily's response.

John loved Emily. And he knew in their industry, rumors flew like wasps, and it was best to just not let them sting, but this time he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to believe what he’d read, but he was embracing the reality that it could be true. Things were just getting back...

"I know, you're probably right," John said, smiling as she kissed him and placing a gentle hand on her hip. Of course it was crazy. Emily loved him, she'd never do that. "Anyway, it said that while I was gone you saw other people. Specifically Logan Lerman. I should've known it was crazy, he's way younger than you anyway," he shook his head, surprised that he'd assumed the worst, and moved to place his hand on her hips and kiss her again.

John loved Emily. And he knew in their industry, rumors flew like wasps, and it was best to just not let them sting, but this time he couldn't help it. He didn't want to believe what he'd read, but he was embracing the reality that it could be true. Things were just getting back to normal, and he didn't want to ruin things, but he needed to know. At the end of the day, he still loved Emily, but he needed to know. When he heard Emily calling, he laid Hazel in her crib and went to the kitchen. "Hey, sweetheart." He said, a little forced, not wanting to be angry just in case he was wrong. "So I read something today, and it was totally crazy, and I just need you to tell me that it was totally crazy." em-em-blunt

Did they retain their taste at least?

It was a little off. I need to do some tweaking.

Ah well. Nothing's perfect from the get go, right?

Did they retain their taste at least?

Though I might sub beer for wine. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good bottle of red, but not with my pizza.

Really? I think it compliments pizza great!

Maybe like, high quality pizza, but not delivery.

John is definitely my name. You can see my license and everything. Last time I checked, though, Matt Smith was a dude. So we’re kind of at a crossroads here. 

We do not smell weird. I mean we do in middle school but that's different.