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not-a-big-slay · 11 months

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birthday

John Wick x platonic!fem!reader

summary: while watching TV, you go on a rant about the absurdity of birthday gifts...

warnings: fluff, father-daughter relationship, established platonic relationship, horrible ahh parents, very tooth rotting, hopefully not ooc, trauma...

a/n: this platform has a lot of daddy john, but not much of dad john and that needs to change...this shit long as hell though, hope you enjoy it :)) also kudos to whoever finds the se7en reference

The hum of the microwave, heating up his food from the previous evening, rushed across the room and slowly mixed with dimmed voices of the television. The sun has already set and the remainings of its light shined into the room through red clouds.

John patiently waited for the beep, approving that he can eat his meal. It went unheard as you exclaimed from the living room, silencing it. "That's ridiculous." John looked over, but he could barely see the reason for your sudden speaking. His hands retrieved the plate from the microwave and he finally joined you on the couch. "These folks got their 16 year old daughter a car. A car, John." you widened your eyes at the man when ending your statement while said person just moved his eyes from you and the screen, trying to understand your reasoning.

You noticed his confusion and helped his mind get rid of it: "I mean, why? Like how is 16th birthday important? It's not like it's a big milestone. I'd understand 15 maybe, but 16? It's such an.. unsatisfying number, ugly even and not important." John seemed to get your thought, so you sinked back into the couch. "You get a license at 16." reasoned the assasin, catching your attention immediately. You looked over to him, furrowed eyebrows sending the signal of disagreement. "Which is bullshit, by the way, kids shouldn't be on the road." you stated before continuing, "But they got her a brand new car, she doesn't need all that, they could have given her like their old one or just let her share theirs, she is 16 how often will she drive that thing." while talking you have made so many hand movements that John needed to sit further away, worrying you might smack him.

The television broadcasted some reality show about spoiled kids from non-rich families. Neither of you really payed attention, but it served as a good backround while doing other tasks. That is until you got interested in its bizarreness. Parents, that previously stated they each had to find 2 jobs to keep their kids in school, bought their youngest daughter a new car. It was even one of the newest models as John noticed. They have said they would do anything for their kids and that birthdays were always so important in their family. That pissed you off, apparently.

“I know this comes from a place where no love was showed, but still, too much..”

John knew about your past, you knew about his too. You were just a kid when he first met you, both of you pursuing a man with a contract on his head. You have made a good competition and teamed up with the Boogeyman after many failures to kill him. After going through a near-death experience together, the two of you became a good friends and John slowly made plans to introduce you to Helen. He didn't plan on the introduction being at the funeral. His abandoned feelings of protection that were, until that day, stored for his wife poured into the other closest person to him and you gladly accepted them and even returned yours.

To say John was relieved when you obliged him with the refuge he sought after being marked excommunicado would be an understatment. Though he wasn't enterily thrilled after you insisted on fighting for him, you were the reason he could even have this absurd conversation in the first place. Being free could never feel so good without you.

"Like what did you get for your 16th birthday?" your voice pulled him out of the waters of his mind, the young eyes tracing his. He soon found his gaze interested in the empty plate on the table and with a sigh he reached for it and started to get up. You almost accepted he wouldn't answer, but his mouth let out the answer before you could: "A gun and a victim. Just like on any other day." John disappeared into the kitchen, but your loud "Damn." found it's way into his ears anyway and uplifted the corners of his mouth. Ruska Roma didn't care about these sorts of things. For them birthdays were just for the books and to track their age, no party, no gifts. The only gift he got from them was the cross, a symbol and a reminder he belongs. His first birthday party was with Helen and it was unusual to say the least.

You said sorry as he came back to the living room and John could see the regret and discomfort on your face. You got too talktive that you forgot this fact. The man came to your rescue and quickly varied the discussion. "What about you?" he asked as he sat down, petting Dog as he filled out the space between you two. Your mind digged deep to find the answer, John assumed from your scrunched face. At last, you shrugged: "I don't know. Money? Some candy too, I guess..." The voices from the television flowed in the house, but neither of you could hear them, too invested in whatever you started. The Boogeyman raised his eyebrows at you and you narrowed them in response, confused.

"That's much worse." he scoffed.

"Worse than having to kill a person?"

"Yes."

Your mind fully froze, not able to function properly. John internally laughed at your expression, but decided to not torment you any longer. "Parents giving money to their child is just sad. Money as a gift basically says the person doesn't know or care about your interest, so they give you money to make up for it." he started to explain, "Now, you can get some dollars from your other relatives like grandparents, counsins, aunts and uncles, because you don't see them everyday, they are allowed to not know what you like. But parents? People that live with you and provide for you should be at least familiar with it.."

He left you speechless, that he knew. Your mouth was slightly opened when he finished his monologue and slammed shut when you seemed to realize. "Well," you began once every word John shot your way striked you, "thanks for the additional reason to hate my fam more." You brought out a smile, but John's fell a little when he heard that. While not knowing him well yet, you told him you were an orphan, which wasn't surprising. Everyone in this deadly industry had no chance to have a normal, healthy and loving family. At least not that he knew of. What did shock him was when you admitted to lying after the funeral. Yet you wished to be an orphan, you had the bad luck to be born in a cruel home. Mother, a guilt-tripping monster with a victim mentality, and a father, anger-issued fanatic that tried to shape his children into his made-up idea of them. You moved out as a 17 year old and to at least finish high school, bowed to the High Table. You never had a stable home, John changed that. He offered you a place to stay once he was free again, he wanted you close to protect you, but also knew you could help with his old loneliness that never seemed to leave him. He never told you how much of a help you actually were.

John focused on the present moment again when you said: "I-I still can't see how can it be worse than a murder. At least I didn't work for money and got them for being born." Dog got up and let out a little bark. A sign for hunger, as you both understood. It got dark already and you gladly followed the dog's steps into the kitchen, John already in the lead.

"Ruska Roma at least didn't hide their uninterest, I knew what not to expect." he argued back as he reached for the dog pellets. Dog started eating before John finished filling up the bowl. That made you smile as well as hungry. John, as if almost sensing it, grabbed a plate and started to heat up the rest of the food. The familiar humming sound greeted the room again.

"Ah well, let’s just agree we both got worse gifts than a car and move on." you streched your hand out while the other rested on the counter-top of the island. John replicated your smile and shook your hand. The silence following right after sealed the agreement and the microwave dinged as in celebration. You walked across the island to take your food, knowing that John will be faster. "Birthdays are horrible anyway, I don't need to know I'm one year closer to death." you thought out-loud as the man handed you your plate. The food looked delicious. John always rather kept away from the kitchen, Helen was a great cook and even when he tried to make a meal, it ended in disaster. Once you moved in though, his guardian angels granted him the luck of finding an old recepe book his wife used. This was one of the easiest, but the quantity didn't define the quality.

"Would you rather not know how old you are?" John smiled and his eyebrows settled atop when you nodded. "Yep, I'd measure it in holidays." you joked, grabbing the cutlery, "In fact, I think 6th September should be erased from the existence. It's not an important day, no one needs it and it certainly doesn't bring any good." John watched you take the food to the table and changing the channel on the screen on the way, not realizing the crucial piece of information you just revealed non-chalantely. He didn't know your birthday, he just knew you were 18 when you met him, which was apparently 6 years ago. It was before he even engaged to Helen. He also understood you were old enough to drink once you downed 3 shots as if they were filled with tap water when you both tried to figure out how could John get out of his mess. Suddenly, a calender on the wall across him whispered his name.

Today was August 3rd.

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Heavy sigh and the car door were last things he heard before feeling the dryness of his car. The raindrops that couldn't reach him before closing the vehicle were banging on the roof out of anger. John carefully placed the box on his passenger seat. He did everything he could to shield it from this afternoon weather, but some water managed to force itself through his coat, not enough to do a lot of damage fortunately. His eyes didn't peel away from it, John still wagered in his mind if it's a good idea. You weren't used to gifts from your real family, why should you accept his?

Without looking away, his fingers slipped the keys into ignition and his other hand played on the wheel nervously. He didn't take the receipt, he cannot return it. But he could survive the loss of money if this gift meant destruction of your bond. He wouldn't survive that. What if it's too far, you never cared for birthdays. For every September he has known you, nothing even remotely signaled him you might be different on the sixth day. You just wanted to forget you were ever born and he would set your mind back to the start with this reminder.

His logical sense slapped these thoughts away. You were a good kid, if you hated it you would tell him politely and be honest with him. And he knew you would keep it just for the sentiment you love so much. John turned the keys sideways and started following the mentally written route home, trying to keep his gaze from trailing to the passenger seat every now and then.

Even after parking in the garage and opening the passenger's door did he avoid the box's way. First he thought he could just close his eyes and take the box in his arms blindly, though overcame it and finally made contact with the white cardboard. A box is making him insane, brilliant. John grabbed the rest of his things and welcomed the hot air rushing to him as he opened the door inside. Dog barked at his owner as if he tried to warn John before rushing to him excitedly. The house was quiet and dim from the rain protecting the room of any light. You didn't bother turning on the lights and John knew you wouldn't. You hated the yellow glow it casted and how bright they were, natural lightning wasn't forcing itself into your view.

You came around the corner as the man got up from petting the good boy. He watched you ignore him, listening to music in one ear while the other earphone swished on your shoulder with every movement made. It was broken for a while now, but no one could be surprised. In the long time you've had them, you managed to step on them, close them in between the car doors and let the dog chew on one of the pods, which was the breaking point, John assumed. The rest worked fine, the quality still haunted him.

You turned around and caught a glimpse of him, immediately taking out the music and greeting him. He smiled in response while you already had your interest on the box, laying next to him. "What's in the box, Somerset?" you got close to it, but John was faster and picked it up quickly. Your eyebrows must have been suspicious of that act the way they connected.

"It's-uhh-it's-" the room picked up the heat as John's nerves shaked anxiously. He never had a problem with creating a lie on the spot, but your pose decorated with crossed arms on the chest somehow intimidated him. He was so sure you would be able to see throught the paper lid any minute now, so he tried to hurry his thinking up. "It's just some things for the car." he waved it off, leaving you slowly nodding in understandment, deciding not to ask any questions that you definitely had. John adored your capability of minding your own business, he more adored the fact you have learned it from him. You were very curious about everything when he met you, trying to know everyone around you to the last bit of detail. He was very strict about his personal life, so he introduced you to the concept of privacy through a lot of no's and death stares. Even now, when you two could be more than open with each other, you still didn't ask, nor cared.

"Want help?"

"No, I'll just take it to the basement."

"Alright." you said before putting in the earbud again and walking to the kitchen. John sighed heavily, hoping the nerves would settle down, and made his way to the basement. He hid it under a white dirty cloth, afraid it will disgrace the gift and left. Now the only thing left was to make sure you won't visit the basement for 2 days. 2 days, he realized. So, he is really doing it, huh? John froze thinking about the worst things that you could say or do as a reaction on his idea, the worst being you kill him, but that was unlikely, he'd done the math. Your humming got picked up by his left ear as he realized that the only moment to back up was in the car. He didn't, he missed it. The backdoor is closed and the only way to move is forward.

John checked the time. 6pm.

September 4th.

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You were relieved that the store had air conditioning, because one more second in the outside heat and you would collapse. Your hands were trying their best at waving cold air on your head and chest, yet nothing could stop the sweat of going down your skin. Even though the sun has already set, the consequences of its hot presence still appeared in these late hours. You wanted to stop for second and cool off, but remembered you're supposed to get only one thing.

Salt.

It baffled you, why is it so important to get salt right now and not tomorrow as you were already getting ready to shower and to relax in bed when John asked you to get it. You weren't very happy about it, but you didn't feel like refusing him either. That man held a lot of respect from you and you never wished to upset him. Not that he would do anything bad to you, you just rarely told him no. Not sure where the need to please people came from, you were still happy it only applied to him. He deserved it after what he has done for you.

The store was as empty as its freshly baked pastry section. While strolling through, you only saw a few workers and some costumers hunting for evening snacks, all of them visibily tired. Your footsteps echoed in the big space, you wondered if they could be heard on the other side of the store. You thought about John's weird request, trying to justify it with a reason. None came to mind. Maybe he had a girl over, but you considered that unlikely. He clearly wasn't yet over Helen- reasonably so. Or he needed some alone time, you could admit being too annoying or too much for a quiet man like John, no judging.

The salt was hiding in a tricky spot, but luckily, thanks to your noticing abilities, you found it rather quickly and headed to the checkout. If the second reason was correct, you would be fine with sleeping somewhere else to not disturb his peace, but since you were already worn out and ready for the comfortable bed, you settled on taking the long way home, letting him enjoy at least the extra 10 minutes.

You knocked before entering, something you do automatically without waiting for a response. You kicked off your shoes, balancing your weight and the pouch of salt on one leg, and yelled out "I'm back." into the dark. The dark, you realized. Why were the lights off? The stars already began to shine when you were halfway home, so it was weird if John just forgot to turn them on. He wasn't the forgetful type.

"Hello?" you called out again, more quietly though, suspicion already growing deep in your stomach. Hearing the eery silence made you drop the salt and reach for a gun taped on the bottom of a dressing cabinet. Some comfort was brought by the click announcing safety is off, but it got lost in your high anxiety once you started walking deeper in the house, back steadily on the wall. The worst case scenarios accompanied you while every sense focused on the dark living room you happened to be in. You spinned around, walking backwards to the kitchen, your mind challenging the intruder to show themselves. Suddenly, the door creaked behind you and it was enough for you to turn around rapidly and caress the trigger.

After taking in the view in front of you, you finally exhaled and lowered your gun, whispering the lord's name in relief. There stood John, glowing in candle lights, distressed by your unexpected presence and, of course, by the barrel of a gun. You didn't notice the kind of candles. Your palm held your forehead in order to stop its stressful spinning and your brain desperately trying to convince your heart to calm down, you were too busy to recognize it.

Lights above you brightened your eyelids and you felt a pair of hands on your biceps. "What's wrong, what is it." John asked quietly, scared someone followed you home or has already done something horrible to you. You shook your head before sighing heavily, getting the last bit of shock out of your body.

"Shit, you scared the fuck out of me, John." Irritation attacked your tone as you leaned forward on the counter. Your mind only had pictures of the man dead on the floor with a bullet wound he gained from you. The bullet was so close to running out the gun and for what? For a cake?

Wait a minute.

Your head lifted up, eyes being instantly mesmerized by the flow of little fires on an icy surface. A cake. John has baked a cake. And you almost shot him for it. Your gaze flickered next to you. He was nervous, only you couldn't tell if it was from the near death experience from his own friend or from the possibility of you asking about the mysterious unexpected dessert. You made the latter come true.

"What is this?" you nodded to the cake, studying every move John made as though it would explain it for him. He took a deep breath before taking your own away: "It's for you. Happy birthday." The glow of the candles brought out your widened eyes, desperately trying to find a sign of a cruel joke on John's features. They failed to do so of course, you have never seen the man so serious.

It's been a while since you heard those words. You forgot how they hugged your heart and sugared your ears. You used to whisper them to yourself sarcastically with a harsh undertone when there was no one to trust or turn to. You've stopped though as it was cringe and overly depressing. You convinced your mind birthdays were for nothing, they give you nothing and are only important for knowing your age, nothing special. They made everyone emotional over a number of years and as long as you had no one, it was pointless in making it a big thing. It couldn't be denied John was your safe space, you would place your whole life into his hands and would be sure he'd keep it more protected than the High Table could ever be, you just never thought of bringing the concept back.

Amazed by the yellow waves again, you held your breath: "Are you serious?" John smiled a little as he answered: "Yeah. Now blow 'em out." You did as you were told, taking a deep breath and blowing it forcefully on the candles. They flickered and disappeared in the thin air. It was the first time in your life you got them all on the first try. Tears of forbidden nostalgia became impossible to hold in and you eventually let them go slowly from the prison of your eyes. When you made eye contact with John.

Without hesitation you close the space between you two and digged your face in the crook of his neck as your arms tightly wrapped his torso. His hands buried you in the feeling of safety and you felt shielded as they squeezed you into him. "Thank you." came out of you silently, only for John to hear. As a response, he took a step back to look at you. "You have no reason to thank me." his palm found its den on your neck as his eyes grew comfortable on yours.

You couldn't help but wonder if this is the way others feel on their birthday when they are surrounded by people they love and care for, by people that love and care for them. Because if it is, a big part of your birthdays was stolen, you would love them if they felt like this, you would wait a whole year only for this feeling, this sense of family, this certainity you are loved and you matter.

All of that left momentarily when John's hands let you go. "No reason to thank me yet." he bent down and came back up with a white box in his hands. He gently placed it on the counter next to the cake. After you clearly didn't understand what is supposed to happen, he gladly gave you a hint. "Open it." he motioned his head to it and you obeyed, carefully touching the lid as if it was a bomb that would go off any second. It's not like it was unlikely to hide a bomb inside a similar-looking box. You pressed the cardboard with your fingers and lifted it up.

You gasped quietly in order to help your mind take in the brand new headphones that shined at you maybe more brightly than the candles. They were white, wireless, so no annoying wire to slow you down, they were also overhead, too big for Dog to chew on them. You felt John's eager gaze, waiting for you to pick them up, but you felt even your stunned look would bruise them. You didn't deserve this, none of it. The happiness that danced into you the moment you realized John remembered your special day now began to look like a well-known and hated naivety. This love and luxury didn't belong to someone like you, what were you thinking.

"This- this is-" you began to panic. What would happen if you accepted it, would the world explode from the connection of two things that could never work together? You doubted it, but who would wanna risk it. "I can't accept this." Suddenly all you wanted was to run from the cake and the gift, you now felt like the bomb that you tried so hard not to light, that was supposed to be in that box. John's figure stopped you from going anywhere. "Yes, you can." You rapidly shook your head from side to side, his words couldn't distract you from the harsh reality. You weren't worth all of this.

"You are good enough for all of this and more." his calm tone was confusing for your stressed state, but the demanding adittude of his got through your walls and made you listen. "Take it, you deserve it."

Your hand subconsiously touched your necklace and pressed one of the daisies on it. It belonged to his wife, you found it when his house was blown to pieces and gave it to him once he started the repairs. He insisted on you keeping it, though. You protested, it was a gift for the love of his life, you couldn't take something that serious. "Take it. You found it, you deserve it." he said back then. You never knew her, yet you wore her jewelry, her gift.

"She would adore you."

Your eyes snapped to John, noticing him looking at your neck with a sad smile on his face. You lowered your hand and trailed your eyes back on your birthday gift. Without thinking you reached for the headphones, picking them up. They were suprisingly light and very comfortable to touch. As you put them over your head, everything went quiet. You didn’t know that an already silent room could get even more deafened, but here you were, hearing absolutely nothing.

"No way." you know you said, even though you couldn't hear it. John's smile got wider as you looked around in awe, it seemed like you were in a complete different place, not a boring kitchen. After taking them off, you sighed overwhelmedely, you could only imagine how beautiful the sound may be. "So?" John was interested, still a bit on the edge if the gift is good or not and only you could push him from it. However the only thing you did was throwing yourself around his neck, making him lose his balance momenteraly.

Before he could hug you properly, you already pulled away. "Now can I thank you?" you joked, but you could never make up for this. He had done all of this for you, that wasn't something you'd brush off with only two words. They lost meaning next to John's actions. "Yeah, now you can." was all you needed to hear to press into him again. John rested his head on top of yours, but not before kissing your hair and stroking your back.

You felt Dog nuzzling up against your legs and you looked down to see his happy, carefree face. He definitely woke up just no. You laughed and only noticed you were crying when tears fell into the corners of your mouth. You quickly wiped them away, turning away from John so he couldn't see. The man had the same problem though, also showing you his back while complaining silently about the dust getting into his eyes.

Once you both wiped your tears, you turned back around and laughed a little. This is all you needed. No assasin had this as far as you knew. Why two of the most deadliest people got visited by the biggest luck this world had in store. You looked back at Dog, his face excited for whatever you'd do. You sighed and rememebered the oh so good-looking desert on the kitchen counter.

"Want some cake?"

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cypherverze · 1 year

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CHAPTER FIVE

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

You can access the previous chapter here: Chapter Four | Series Masterlist Access

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!reader (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: After having a self declared immersion in the continental, you began thinking about your life choices. Things that happened in your past and of what will happen in the future, and these thoughts had given you an answer to Tony’s offer.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! here’s chapter five. yay for progress (?) anyways, i hope that you’ll like this chapter. chapter six is already in the works, if i finish them soon, i’ll be able to post it on the weekends. likes, reblogs, and comments are very appreciated. thank you for sticking with my story! as always, pls excuse the typos ><

REMINDERS: this story is pure fiction. i do not own the characters of avengers, spider-man, and john wick franchise. this work is originally written by the author (me), please do not copy or repost my work in other platforms.

WARNINGS: foul language, violence, guns and knives, mention of death

WORD COUNT: 3,155

You almost gave Peter your marker.

Keyword, almost. But after what had happened back at Abram’s warehouse, you felt like it was your last day. You’re not going to lie to yourself though, a man had put a plastic bag in your head, you found it very hard to breathe that you almost past out, and you were thankful that you had managed to get away. You had never expected for Peter at all, of all people to come bursting in the warehouse and helping you. You still find everything crazy.

As you walk along the pavement, the sun was already rising when you had arrived in the continental, you greeted the concierge and grabbed your new set of keys. You just want to rest and sleep, maybe go AWOL for a day or two.

“We have taken it upon ourselves to move you belongings to your new room, Ms. Jovanovich.”

“Alright. Thank you so much.” The concierge nodded.

The new room was much better than the first. You locked your doors and hoped that the repeat of the incident last night won’t happen again, but you’re sure of it. After the stunt that Anya pulled, she won’t be able to enter the hotel anymore. She almost killed Lee, and it’s one of the most important rule in the hotel—no blood in the continental, it doesn’t matter if Lee was saved or not, there had still been a blood spilled in the continental. It’s wise if she should just steer clear, but no matter how much she ran away from it, she’ll still about to get executed by the management anyways.

When you had finished freshening up and changing to some comfy clothes, you laid down on the bed, certainly missing the comfort of it after being seated on a chair for god knows how long that it made your butt numb. You stared at the ceiling, grabbing your blood oath marker on the bedside. You looked at it, and opened it.

“I almost gave you away, huh? It’s hard for us assassins to ask for a help, but if we asked for help from others as a last resort or had been helped by others because they needed to—which is a rare occurrence for the latter, who the hell would help an assassin anyways? It’s silly that we always turn to you as a sign of owing someone for the help that they did for us. A small metal thing as an exchange for their help.” You chuckled.

“I don’t really want to owe someone. But if ever it’s Peter, then it’ll just be alright, I guess? Peter is a far much better choice than those people under the High Table.” You sighed and put back the marker on the bedside.

You’re planning on staying at the hotel for another two more days, and heading back to the avengers compound. At some point, you are considering on accepting Tony’s offer of staying at the compound, maybe you can live with him while your house is getting rebuilt—in which you have to start planning on, and accepting his offer as well in transferring to Midtown. Maybe this can help you get Abram off of your trail, the more you’re surrounded by a lot of people, the better. It’s least likely for Abram to target you out in the open that’s full of teenagers.

You continued on staring at the ceiling, until you felt your eyes closing and falling completely asleep.

It was three weeks later that you found yourself checking out of the hotel in the middle of the night. You were about to leave after two days, but ended up leaving after a whole ass month. You figured out that you needed a couple weeks of silence to yourself. No thinking of everything, just a couple more weeks to be by yourself. Basking in the temporary safety that the hotel gives you before going out again in the real world.

“It’s a pleasure having you with us, Ms. Jovanovich.” The concierge told you as you were checking out of the hotel.

“Likewise. Please send my thanks to Winston.” The concierge nodded.

“We hope to see you again soon.” You nodded and began walking towards the exit.

As you leave the continental, you began walking the direction towards the compound, blending once again into the night.

It was at around five in the morning when you arrived at the compound. You would’ve arrived a bit earlier, but you stopped by for a coffee at one of those 24/7 coffee shop and managed to have a chat with the nice girl that was working the graveyard shift. You pretty much had lost track of time, and when you arrived, you saw Steve doing some laps around the compound, and saw you.

“Hey, where have you been?” Steve said as he gave you a hug, “You’ve been gone for a month.”

“Out on a business trip. Didn’t Friday told you? I left him a memo to pass to you guys when you arrive from your mission.”

“Yeah, we did. But still wanted to know directly from you.”

“I’m back now, no need to worry.” Steve smiled at you and ruffled your hair.

“Good to have you back at the compound, kiddo. The rest of the guys are missing you, you’ve been gone for too long. Especially Tony, been calling you and you never answered, been driving him on the edge.” You chuckled.

“No phones allowed on business trips.” You shrugged and smiled, he laughed.

“Well you go on now and get some rest.”

“Thanks, cap.”

“No problem, kid.” You hugged him and made your way to the entrance.

The compound was still quiet, no sign of any of the team being awake yet. That’s good, you’ll be able to go to your room in silence. You took the advantage while everyone is not up yet, you want to deal with their questions once you’ve fully regained your energy, because some of them won’t make it easy for you.

Arriving to your room, you see Koda sleeping on your bed. You missed your little fluff ball so much. When Koda noticed you, he quickly jumped off of the bed and tackled you. You closed your room to block the noise from coming out. You lift him up and put him down on the bed, you changed into a comfy clothes and joined Koda on the bed.

“Hey buddy, how are you? Were you a good boy while I’m gone?” You ruffled his head, “Hey Fri?”

“Welcome back, Ms. Jovanovich. What can I help you with?” The AI greeted you.

“Thanks, Fri. Was Koda a good boy while I wasn’t around?”

“Yes, Koda was a good dog. Mr. Wilson had taken him out with him for a run every morning while you’re away,” You smiled, happy to know that Koda is getting taken care of amazing people, “He would also accompany Mr. Barnes when he goes to the city, he spends time with Mr. Banner and Mr. Stark on the lab, sometimes Mr. Parker takes care of him.” You smiled, happy to know that Koda is being taken care of amazing people.

“Mr. Stark had built Koda a dog bed inside the lab.” Your eyes widened at what the AI told you.

“Did he now? So much for no animals allowed in the compound, yet he had spoiled Koda by making him a bed, in his lab out of all places.” You chuckled, “Thanks, Fri. That’s all.”

“Okay. Have a good rest, Ms. Jovanovich.”

You laid down on the bed, with Koda beside you, and staring at the ceiling again—it had been your favorite pastime, staring blankly at the ceiling while you contemplate everything that had and will happen in your life. It did felt good to be back home again together with the team. You mentally noted that you needed to talk to your uncle later when you wake up.

It was already 10:30 in the morning when you woke up, you had decided to sleep in and not getting up at your usual time. You stretched your limbs and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. Koda was already waiting by the door and is excited to go out, so you two went out of the room and head to the dining area to grab some coffee.

“There’s our little killer superstar!” Sam’s voice boomed, “Sleeping beauty finally awake.”

“Morning.” You laughed at Sam and greeted everyone, guessing that they just woke up too because they are all just beginning to eat their breakfast.

“Hey pretty girl, come on and join us for breakfast.” Natasha smiled and gave you a hug.

“Lady (Y/N)! It is good to have you back. Friday said that you were away on a business trip, I was afraid that I won’t be able to see you before I leave. How was it? I reckon you had a good time!” Thor said while smiling at you.

You were touched by what he said, it’s rare for you to see Thor in the compound, so you make the best of it. He’s a really fun guy, you get along with him very well.

“The trip was fun,” You said as you sat beside Wanda, “Was productive, at most. Not done with it yet, though. I may be leaving again real soon.” You took a sip of the coffee that was handed to you.

“How soon?” Wanda asked.

“Maybe in two months? Not sure yet, depends.” You shrugged.

“Well, we’re glad to have you back again. This time, in one piece and no scratch.” Natasha said.

“Had taken a few hits, and my wounds had managed to heal back just in time. But can’t speak too soon Nat.” You took a sip of your coffee again.

“Good, you’re here!” You heard your uncle’s voice, “Been waiting for you to come out of your room ever since Friday informed me that you’re already back.” Tony hugged you.

“That’s great then. Needed to talk to you as well about something.” You finished your coffee and put it on the sink.

“Alright, you know where to find me.” Tony left right after he got his coffee.

“Hey buddy, I’m just gonna go and have a talk with uncle Tony, okay?” You pat Koda’s head.

“Speaking of Koda, can we take him with us?” Sam asked.

“Where to?” You raise an eyebrow at Sam.

“Wilson and I will be going out to run on a few errands.” Bucky said.

“Yeah sure, no problem. His leash is in my room, by my shoe rack. You can just go there and get it.” You decided to tease them, “You two gonna be going on a date?” Everyone laughed.

“Hey! You getting back at me with all the spider boy teasing that I made at you?” Sam fired back at you.

“You always both bicker like an old married couple, so…” You shrugged, “Maybe or maybe not. But hey, enjoy your date with Koda!” You winked at Sam and Bucky and left the dining area.

“Hey, guys.” You greeted Bruce and Tony when you entered the lab.

“Hi, (Y/N). Welcome back!” Bruce said as he hugged you.

“Thanks, Bruce. Mind if I borrow my uncle for a while?”

“By all means. I needed a break from him, he’s been cranky the past few days, up until now.” You laughed.

“Care to walk with me around?” Tony nodded at you.

He dropped the tools that he was holding and followed you out of the lab and the both of you began treading the halls of the compound, until you had reached outside. It’s a cloudy and windy day today, so it’s perfect for both you and Tony to take a walk around ghe compound. The surroundings are also quiet, so you both have a little bit of privacy.

“I need to talk to you about something.” You began.

“What is it? Don’t tell me your pregnant.” You slapped you hand at his arm, causing him to laugh.

“No! What the fuck! But hey, I’ve been thinking about your offer.” You sighed, placing both of your hands at the pockets of your sweats, “Of transferring to Midtown and living here at the compound.” Tony smiled at you brightly.

“But I can only live here temporarily, until the house had been finished rebuilding. Which I haven’t gotten onto yet, but I’ll be in touch with some professionals later when we get back inside.” Tony rolled his eyes at you.

“Hmm, don’t you think it’s time for you to move? If you keep on rebuilding it over and over again, those people that are after you would just come back for you there, because they know that you frequent there.” Your uncle reasoned out.

“You know that I can’t uncle Tones. That house holds a lot of memory for me, I can’t just throw it away that easy.” You sighed, “We have already been over this a hundred of times.” You frowned.

“Look, you can’t really blame me for being worried so much for you. I am always worrying about you when you go home. It’s much better if you stayed here with us permanently, where you’ll be around of many people from time to time.” You’re about to say something, but he quickly cut you off, “I know what you’ll say. I know that you can protect yourself, but until up to what extent? You’re a kid, a teenager, I know that there’s one hell of a fighting spirit in you. But don’t you think it feels so much better if you can be at ease and be in a place where you can feel safe? Even at least for a bit?”

Your uncle was making a very valid point. After spending weeks at the continental, you never felt so at ease. It feels good to be in a place where you can at least feel safe. You had been set on not involving the avengers in your business, and maybe you had been too strict with yourself. The people that you’re with, they’re a freaking superhero with actual super powers, they are the people who you can count on. Maybe it’s not that bad in permanently staying in the compound, Koda won’t ever be alone when you go on business trips. Maybe it’s time for a change, I’m sure that if you’re father is alive, he would want you to make the choice.

“Okay, how about we compromise.” You sighed, “I’ll be moving here permanently at the compound, but I want the house to be rebuilt and you’re going to help me with it. I will live here, but I’ll be visiting my house from time to time.” Tony smiled at you.

“I’ll gladly help you with that. We can even put some Stark tech on the house, for safety measures.” You smiled.

“Now that it had been decided, we now move to the second agenda to talk about. About me transferring to Midtown.”

“What about it?” He crossed his arms behind him.

“While I was back at the continental, I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I wanted to feel like a normal teenager, I wanted to know what it feels like, just for once. I have been living in fast forward, to the point that I have forgotten what’s it like to have a normal life. I’ve never even set foot on an actual school, I’ve been homeschooled all my life. I wanted to know what it felt like to be surrounded by a lot of people that are close to my age, not with a bunch of old people that wanted me to kill someone for them all the time. I know very well that my life will never ever be normal or peaceful, because none of what I do and involve myself with is normal and peaceful to begin with, it was a choice that I had made, but I would like to experience it at some point in my life. Before the time comes and it gets taken away from me.”

You sighed and looked at the ground while walking and felt an arm around your shoulder. You felt Tony’s gaze linger at you, and you looked back at him, shrugging your shoulders.

“What? You can’t convince me otherwise that it’s not true because it’s really true. It’s the reality of it. It’s the reality of what I do.” You chuckled bitterly.

“No matter what happens, I’ll always be here to support and help you, you remember that, okay? You’re the only memory of Helen that I have, the only blood related, a kin that I have.” Tony pulled you in for a tight hug.

“Speaking of my mom, do you want to come with me and visit them?” You looked up at Tony and smiled at him, “Been planning on visiting them again, and please remind me to get some flowers. It’s already embarrassing enough that their daughter doesn’t visit them that often and when I’ll visit, I always forget bring any flowers at all.” You scowled.

“I would love to, kiddo.” He smiled back at you and ruffled your hair, “So when do you plan on starting school?” You both continued walking.

“Not really sure. Don’t know how it really works.” You shrugged and scratched the back of your head.

“How about we visit the school and take a look?”

“You sure? Aren’t you a big shot or something? Wouldn’t that be weird if the Tony Stark suddenly went to Midtown on a completely random day?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“We’ll go there when the classes are in session, if you want. To avoid a few people.” He shrugged.

“That’ll work.”

“Then it’s settled, we’ll go first thing tomorrow morning.” Tony smiled at you.

“Huh? Don’t you have one of those fancy businesses meetings to attend to?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, so?” He replied, “I decided to reschedule it. My niece comes first, business second.”

“Wow, I’m touched.” You put a hand on your chest in a dramatic way.

“You should be!” Tony sassed, “Imagine, the Tony Stark rescheduling his business meetings for his niece.” He began walking faster.

“Hey! Wait up for me your old geezer!” You shouted and ran to catch up to him.

“The hell did you just call me?”

When you had catched up to him, Tony quickly put an arm around your shoulder, placing you in headlock and ruffling your hair, looking like a chicken had ran on it, and you were laughing so hard. The last time that you had laughed this hard is back when you’re father was still alive.

You are happy.

Finally happy, and you pray that it won’t get taken away from you in just one blink of an eye.

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 147

warnings: nsfw HMH masterlist

Standing at the sink, you wash up several bottles as Ronan babbles away in her bouncer. She’s very talkative lately, which just means she’s most likely going to be saying her first word soon. Right now she’s mostly just babbling a string of consonants and vowels, but every now and then she’ll babble ‘baba’ over and over, which always makes you laugh and poke fun at John. He doesn’t find it as amusing.

You look over at her as she waves her arms and kicks her legs, squealing loudly with delight. You smile as you dry off your hands and walk over to her, then you kneel down and tickle her chunky little belly as she giggles.

“You’re so happy today, bug.” you smile, then you pick her up and bounce her in your arms. “Where’s daddy, huh?”

About an hour after breakfast, John left to go do something, but he wouldn’t say what. You’re sure it’s nothing big, but he did say that he’d be home before lunch. It’s currently 1:30, and Ronan has just woken up from her afternoon nap. You thought John would be back by now.

You kiss Ronan’s cheek as you walk into the living room, and you look over when you hear John’s Mustang pulling into the driveway. You walk over to the window with Ronan and point out the window, and you smile when Ronan spots John.

“Is that daddy?” you smile as Ronan bounces and waves her arms in excitement of seeing her favorite guy. You put Ronan down on the floor and watch as she rocks back and forth, and you smile when you see John open the front door, “There’s your daddy!”

John smiles as he walks in, taking off his sunglasses to get a better look, “Hi, baby girl. Are you crawling?”

“She’s trying!” you laugh as you walk over to John and lean up to kiss him. “Hi, baby.”

“Mm, one more, beautiful.” John smiles as he leans down to kiss you again. “Wait, another one.”

John wraps his arms around you and holds you as he kisses you repeatedly, then he presses a kiss to your forehead before he leans back and looks at you. You smile when your eyes meet, then you look over when Ronan grunts and cries loudly since she can’t crawl over to John.

“Oh, I know, it’s just so frustrating!” you laugh as you walk over to pick her up, “You just want to see him, don’t you?”

Ronan kicks her legs and reaches out for John as you get closer to him, then she giggles and squeals as he takes her and kisses her cheek. She reaches up and puts her hands on his face, then she laughs when he playfully nibbles on her fingers. Ronan babbles and drools as she ‘talks’ to John, then she claps her hands together and giggles.

“She’s very happy today.”

You laugh as you walk over to sit on the couch, “When isn’t she? She’s a very happy baby, we’re lucky.”

John kisses Ronan’s cheek as he walks over to sit next to you, then he sets Ronan on his knee and bounces her as she laughs, “What have you been up to?”

“Not much. Amanda called and asked if I wanted to have a mom night with her and Tess this weekend.” you say as you look over at him, “Just grabbing some dinner in the city. If that’s…”

“Don’t even ask if it’s okay.” John looks over at you and shakes his head, “You don’t need to ask permission.”

You nod as you shrug, “I just didn’t know if you had plans.”

“Hanging out with my bug.” he says, bouncing Ronan on his knee, then he looks over at you, “And missing you.”

“John!” you sigh as he laughs.

John nudges your shoulder and laughs, “I’m teasing. Go out, have fun. I’ll be waiting for you to come back.”

“It’s not until Friday night.” you smile as you scoot closer.

“Fingers crossed that you don’t have a massive hangover.” John teases, and you playfully roll your eyes before you lean up to kiss him. He looks back at Ronan as she chews on her hands, then he bounces her again, “Ro, can you say dada?”

You smile as Ronan looks up at John with her big beautiful brown eyes, then she squeals and begins to babble. You get up from the couch to get a bib for her since she’s drooling quite a bit today, and you put it on her and sit back down next to John. Ronan babbles as John continues to try to get her to say dada, and you laugh as you watch the two of them.

“Ro, can you say momma?” you smile as you lean forward, and she looks over at you as she smiles, “Yeah, I’m your momma.”

“Momma,” John says as he points at you, “That’s momma.”

Ronan looks at John as he talks, then she kicks her legs and pants, getting herself all worked up. She continues to babble and say baba over and over until she finally says something to stop you and John from laughing. The two of you look at each other for a moment, then you start to laugh again.

“You heard that too, right?”

You laugh as you nod, “Yeah!”

“Da…da…” Ronan babbles as you laugh, and you look over to see tears in John’s eyes. “Dadadadada.”

“That’s right, baby, that’s your dada!” you smile as you point at John, “Where is dada?”

Ronan looks at you, then she reaches up for John as she continues to say dada. You wipe away the tear on your cheek as you laugh, and you lean over to kiss John’s cheek as he hugs Ronan. John laughs as he starts to cry, and you cry even harder seeing how happy he is to hear Ronan’s first word. You reach out to wipe the tear off his cheek, and he laughs when he looks over to see you cry.

“I wasn’t expecting her to say it yet!” he laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to hug you, then he sniffles as you sit back up, “Oh, man, Ro, you got us crying!”

“Oh, shit! I need to write this down!” you get up and run upstairs to Ronan’s room, then you grab her baby book and make your way back to the living room. You smile when you see John still hugging Ronan tight, and he doesn’t even seem to mind that she’s drooling all down the sleeve of his shirt. You sit down next to them and open her baby book, “Okay, Miss Ronan, today’s date is…”

“April 12th.” John says, then he looks at his watch, “And it is 1:49.”

You smile as you write down the date and time, then you look up at Ronan and lean over to kiss her cheek, “Ro’s first word: Dada.”

“God, she’s getting so big.” John says, sitting her down between the two of you on the couch, “Look at her.”

You set the book on the coffee table, then you turn to face them on the couch, “She is, but we still have so long to go.”

John chuckles as he reaches over to touch your cheek, “She’ll say momma next.”

“She better otherwise I’m kicking her butt out!” you joke, then you hold tight to her hands so she can stand up, “She’s gonna start crawling soon too.”

“Talking and crawling,” John exhales dramatically as he sits back on the couch, “Gonna have our hands full.”

You laugh as you watch Ronan sitting in your lap, then you look at John and nod, “That we are. So, how was your day been? Where did you go?”

“Still not telling you.” he says, and you jokingly groan, “I was wondering, my sweet peach, if you’d want to go somewhere with me.”

You perk up and smile, “Where?”

“Well, I can’t tell you.” he laughs as he gets up from the couch, and Ronan reaches up for him as she says dada again. John looks down at her and smiles as he kneels down, “Me?”

Ronan reaches out for John and tugs at his beard, then she leans forward and bites his nose as he laughs. He holds her tight as he stands up, then he reaches for your hand and smiles when you stand up next to him.

“Get your purse and shoes.” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you, “I have a surprise for you.”

You smile as you look up at him, then you walk over to get your favorite ankle booties on, but you glance over when John makes a noise, “What?”

“We’ll be walking.” he says, looking down at your shoes, “Are you sure you want to wear those?”

Squinting your eyes a little, you grab the sandals next to the door and hold them up, “These good?”

“Yeah.” he nods, then he looks out the window, “Also it’s a little warm.”

You look up at him and laugh, “Why don’t you go pick out my outfit then?”

John bounces Ronan in his arms as he walks upstairs, and you follow behind them to your bedroom. You watch as John holds Ronan in one hand, then he opens the closet and sifts through your clothes. He pulls out a denim jean romper and holds it up as he looks over at you, a sweet smile spreading on his face.

“Uh,” you shrug as you walk over, “Sure. Anything else you want me to do?”

“Nope.” John smiles, looking at you, “You look beautiful today.”

You narrow your eyes a little as you look at him, “Can you tell me one thing?”

“Maybe.”

“Will I regret not wearing makeup by the end of the night?” you ask, and John looks at you, then he nods a little. “So that means I’ll be seeing people.”

John laughs, “Well, you already know that I think you’re the most beautiful woman, with or without makeup. I think you’re stunning always.”

Letting out a small laugh, you look over at him, “You’re sweet.”

You pull your shirt over your head and take off your pants, then you walk over to the mirror to make sure the romper looks okay on you. You turn a little to make sure it’s not too short on your butt, and you laugh when John reaches out to spank you.

“Okay, well, put Ro in something since you said it’s warm out. Just some leggings and a t-shirt is probably best.” you say as you back away, “I have to do my makeup now.”

John laughs, “Got it, boss lady.”

You laugh quietly as you walk into the bathroom to put on a little bit of makeup, and you start to get more curious about what John could be up to. He’s very spontaneous and he loves to surprise you with things, but you’re wondering what he could have been up to this morning.

Leaning forward, you put on a thin layer of lipstick, then you check yourself in the mirror and smile at yourself. You look really good! Your lashes actually cooperated with you today!

You head back out to the bedroom and grab out some different shoes that will match your outfit and be a little more comfortable to walk in, then you smile as you walk down the hallway to Ronan’s room. You peek around the corner to see John changing her diaper as he talks to her, then he leans down to kiss her.

“We’re gonna surprise momma.” John whispers, then he leans down to kiss her again. He stands her up in front of him as he fixes her leggings, then he grabs the peach colored dress and puts it on her before grabbing the headband with the big bow that she’ll definitely pull off after 5 minutes. “My beautiful little girl.”

You smile as John turns around, “God, I love watching you with her. You’re the best dad.”

“And you’re the best mom.” John smiles as he leans down to kiss you, “Ready?”

“Just need to pack Ro’s bag.” you say as you turn around to head downstairs. You smile when you hear Ronan still saying dada over and over, and you laugh as you look up at him, “How are you not crying?”

John laughs as he looks at Ronan, “I’m trying my hardest.”

“I’d be crying non-stop.” you laugh, packing up Ronan’s bag, then you put it on and reach out to take her from John, “You know she’s going to rip this bow off, right?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss her cheek, “But until then she looks cute. Lemme get a picture of you two.”

You scoff quietly as John pulls his phone, then you hold Ronan and smile, “Ro, look at dada!”

John waves his hand to get Ronan’s attention, then he snaps several pictures of you and Ronan smiling at him. He walks over to stand behind you as he snaps another picture with the two of you, then he kisses your cheek and shows you the picture.

“She’s starting to look more like her momma.” John whispers, zooming in on Ronan’s face, “Look at that dimple in her cheek.”

You smile as you look at her, then you look over at John, “She still looks just like you.”

Ronan yanks on your hair as you laugh, then you look up at John as he carefully pulls your hair from her grip. Her sticky little grip. How did her hands even get sticky? Babies are just so damn sticky all the time.

“Uh, I don’t know what you have planned but you might wanna grab some snacks for her.” you say as John walks into the kitchen to grab a few things, then he gestures for you to turn around so he can put a few things in your backpack for Ronan.

“Ready?”

You let out a small laugh, “I guess, yeah.”

John smiles as he wraps his arm around your waist, “You’re gonna be so surprised.”

You managed to get John to at least tell you where he’s taking you: New York City. You still have no idea what the fuck is going on, but you feel a little better knowing where you’re going.

Ronan has been babbling the entire car ride, still saying her new favorite word over and over, and John smiles proudly every time she says it. He’s trying not to cry but you know it’s hard. How could you not cry hearing your baby say their first word, especially when that first word is dada? You’d definitely cry too, and you will when she says momma for the first time.

Since she’s still so young, she isn’t in a forward facing car seat, which means all that you can see from your angle is her kicking her chunky little legs and feet. She kicks her feet and squeals loudly, and you look over at John as he laughs.

“That scream,” you press your finger to your ear and laugh, “It’s piercing. About to break some glass.”

John chuckles as he pulls onto the side of the road, “Yeah, she’s definitely got a loud scream.”

You look over to see the park next to you, then you look over at John, “Central Park?”

“Yeah,” John nods, then he reaches for your hand, “Our second date was here. Thought it’d be fun to bring Bug here.”

Before you can even reply, John gets out of the car and opens the trunk to get out Ronan’s stroller, then he gets her out and places her in it. You pull your backpack on as you walk over to them, then you smile at John when he looks at you.

“It’s a nice day.”

You nod, “It is.”

“A nice day for a walk with my girls.” John smiles as he pushes Ronan’s stroller, then he lifts his arm a little for you to hold. He smiles when you wrap your arms around his bicep, then he leans down to kiss you, “You look so beautiful today.”

“You look so gorgeous, babe.” you smile at him, looking into his gorgeous brown eyes, “Your eyes today just seem so warm--warmer than usual.”

“Because I’m really happy today.” he whispers, then he laughs, “I’m happy every day though.”

A smile spreads across your face as you look up at him, then you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him several times. You lean your head against John’s shoulder as you walk through Central Park, and you smile when you see families under the trees having picnics.

“We should have brought Bleu.”

John nods, “I thought about it, but we have somewhere else we’re going after this.”

You look up at John as your furrow your brow, “So, this isn’t my surprise?”

“The park?” he laughs, “Of course not!”

“What? I think this is a great surprise!” you laugh as you look up at him, “I like spending time with my babies!”

John smiles as he looks down at Ronan, “No, this isn’t the surprise, but I actually have two.”

You furrow your brow as you look at John, then you exhale loudly, “Fine, don’t tell me anything, Wick.”

Continuing your walk through the park, you look around at all of the people, but you start to notice a few men scattered throughout the park wearing all black suits, looking around every few seconds. You wouldn’t think it was so weird, if they weren’t frozen in place like statues. You grip John’s arm a little tighter as you look around, counting at least 4 different men. You look up at John as his eyes scan his surroundings, then he looks down at you and smiles.

“What’s going on?”

John stops walking and turns to you, “There’s someone who has wanted to meet Ronan for awhile.”

You look over your shoulder to see two men standing near a bench, then you look back at John, “Okay?”

“No one is going to hurt you two.” John whispers, then he sighs, “He just…doesn’t go anywhere without bodyguards. You’re safe, you’re always safe with me, you know this.”

“I know,” you whisper, then you move a little closer to John, “I just…I’m a mom.”

John laughs, “I know you are.”

“I’m protective of our baby girl.”

“And I’m just as protective of you and her. Maybe even more so.” John says, rubbing his hand on your back, “Trust me, I’m right next to you. Nothing will happen. You two are off-limits, and everyone knows that.”

You nod your head as you look up at John, then you close your eyes when he leans down to kiss you. You hold tight to John’s arm as he walks towards the bench, and you inhale deeply when the men move to reveal Winston sitting on the bench. You don’t even recall when you saw him last. He sent you some beautiful flowers when Ronan was born, but you can’t remember when you last saw him.

“Jonathan…” Winston smiles, reaching out to shake his hand. He looks over at you and nods, then he smiles softly when he realizes how nervous you are. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again.”

You smile as you grip John’s arm, “Hi. I’m sorry that I’m so…nervous, it’s just that--”

“You have a child to protect.” he nods, then he looks at John, “Jonathan wouldn’t have set up this visit if he didn’t trust that you two would be safe.”

He’s right. There’s no one in the world who loves you more than John loves you. He’d never let anything happen to you, and you know it. He would never set this all up if you thought there was even the slightest chance that something would happen.

Nodding your head, you feel yourself relax a little when you realize how happy John is to show off your baby. He smiles as he looks down at you, then he gesture to Ronan.

“You can get her out.” you smile, then you sit down on the bench next to Winston, “She might be a little fussy. She’ll be needing a nap in the next hour or so.”

John holds Ronan in his arms and bounces her a little so she isn’t too cranky, then he turns her around so she can see you and Winston. You wave at her as she kicks her legs, then she begins to babble.

“She’s just said her first word.” John smiles proudly, “Just this afternoon. She said ‘dada’.”

Winston chuckles, “She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you.” John smiles, then he walks closer to the bench to see if Ronan will freak out by this unknown man. She kicks her legs and squeals loudly, then she leans over and reaches out for Winston. “Her name is Ronan.”

“Ronan,” Winston nods, then he looks up at John, “A strong name. Ronan Wick.”

You lean forward to wipe the drool off of her chin since you’re sure Winston doesn’t want it on his amazing (and probably incredibly expensive) suit, then you smile when she blows raspberries. John gets a bib out for her, then he puts it on and carefully rubs his hand over her head, fixing her brown hair.

“She’s teething,” you chuckle quietly, “Sorry for all the drool.”

“Oh, I don’t mind.” Winston says, looking over at you, “I have several grandchildren of my own.”

You perk up a little and look at Winston in curiosity. You had no idea that Winston even had children. Winston is quite the mystery, to be fair.

Ronan looks up at Winston and reaches for his face, and he playfully nibbles on her fingers like John always does. You look up at John as he kneels down in front of you, then he places his hand on your knee and squeezes it lightly to get your attention. He nods his head slightly and holds your gaze for a moment.

We’re okay. He doesn’t have to say it out loud, but you can practically read his thoughts at this point. You squeeze his back and give him a soft smile.

You look over at Ronan as she sits on Winston’s knee and babbles, “She looks so much like her dad, doesn’t she?”

Winston smiles, then he looks at you, “I think she looks like her mother.”

“She’s beautiful,” John says, and you laugh quietly.

“And Jonathan, he’s a good dad?”

You nod as you look at John, “The best. I truly mean that. He’s great with her, and they’re thick as thieves. Ronan is very lucky to have a dad like him. Everything came pretty naturally to him as well, and yeah, they just love each other so much. It’s very sweet to be able to see John as a dad.”

“And he’s still good to you?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” you nod, tearing up a little over the thought of how much John truly loves you, “He’s…truly an amazing man. I’m very lucky. Both us girls are very lucky.”

“Just as crazy about her as I was when I met her.” John laughs, and you pat his cheek as you nod. “Even crazier now that we have this one. Seeing her as a mom has been amazing. If anyone is lucky, it’s me.”

Winston looks down at Ronan as she plays with a button on his suit, “Thank you for allowing me to meet her.”

“Of course.” you smile as you look over at him.

John stands up and smiles when Ronan reaches up for him, then he takes her and holds her tight to his chest. He looks over at you and smiles, silently telling you that it’s time to leave. It was a quick little visit, but you’re sure John planned it that way as to not completely stress you out.

You reach over to shake Winston’s hand, then you get up and take Ronan from John when she reaches out for you. You hold her tight as she babbles, then she quickly starts to cry since she’s getting tired.

“Perfect timing.” you laugh, then you look up at John and nod towards the water fountain, “I’ll be over there.”

“Don’t stray too far.” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you.

You smile at John as you bounce Ronan in your arms, then you sit down on the edge of the water fountain and put Ronan in your lap. You lean forward to see her face as she watches the water, and she stops fussing and turns her attention to the water shooting out of the statue.

“You like that? Maybe we need to get a fountain for at home.” you laugh, then you pull off your backpack and reach in for a penny. “Let’s make a wish, bug.”

Holding the penny tight to your chest, you close your eyes and make a silent wish before you toss the penny into the water. Ronan claps her hands and looks up at you as she smiles, and you press a kiss to her cheek.

“Look, water.” you lean down and dip your hand into the fountain, then you sprinkle some water on Ronan’s little feet. She leans forward to touch her feet, then she giggles and looks up at you.

Looking over your shoulder, you see John still talking to Winston, but he glances over at you every few seconds. You chuckle to yourself a little, then you reach into your bag to get Ronan a snack to tide her over for a little bit.

“Hey,” John sits down next to you and smiles, then he looks at Ronan, “Are you playing in the water?”

“Honestly if I didn’t have such a tight grip on her, she’d be in there already.” you laugh as you pinch off a piece of banana for her, “Probably by next month, we can teach her to swim in the pool.”

John nods, “That’ll be fun.”

“My mom actually taught swim lessons at our local community center when she was pregnant with me,” you say as you look over at John, “Just a way to make some extra cash, you know. But anyway, she taught the classes, so she’d know how to teach Ronan.”

“We should definitely have her come over and teach her then.” John smiles, leaning over to kiss your cheek, “Winston said you looked beautiful and that you look good as a mom.”

You laugh, “Really?”

“Yeah, and he said Ronan was ‘darling’.” he chuckles, reaching over to feed Ronan a piece of banana. “He did feel bad that you seemed a little stressed out.”

“I just didn’t want anything to happen.”

John nods, then he shakes his head, “Nothing is going to happen to you two. You’re completely off-limits. Everyone knows this.”

“Oh, is there like some list of people who can’t be touched?” you laugh as you look at him, “An off-limits hit-list.”

“No,” John laughs, then he holds your gaze, “No one would dare hurt you two. Look at everything I did before, everything that I did for a ‘car’ and a ‘puppy’, it was more than that to me, but to everyone else it wasn’t. You really think someone would try to kill my wife and daughter after knowing what I did for a car…and a puppy?”

You bite your lip a little as you look up at him, then you shake your head, “I hate when you say that stuff.”

John laughs, “Why is that?”

“Because it’s hot,” you laugh as you hold his gaze, “And it makes me wanna take you into our bedroom, and you always say that stuff at the most inappropriate time.”

“How about tonight? How does that sound?” John whispers against your lips, and you nod your head. “It’s a date then.”

You look down at Ronan as she leans back against your chest with her eyes closed, and you laugh quietly when you see the banana stuck to her chin. John carefully takes the banana from you so you can get up and put Ronan into her stroller, then you pull your backpack back on.

“I still have one more surprise.” John says, and you look up at him, “But it’s not far from here. Just a short little walk.”

You’re pushing Ronan’s stroller as John places his hand on your back, and you look at him when he stops walking. You furrow your brow a little bit as he looks across the street at some shops, then you pull Ronan’s stroller with you as you walk backwards towards him.

You lean closer and whisper, “What’s going on?”

“Follow me.” John says, and you push Ronan’s stroller as you follow behind John to an empty shop. He cups his hands in front of his eyes and leans forward to look into the shop window, “Think it’s open?”

You shrug as you look at him, then you widen your eyes when he opens the door and walks in, “Jonathan! You can’t just walk into a shop!”

“It’s empty, it’s fine.” he laughs, reaching for your hand. He carefully pulls the front of Ronan’s stroller through the door, then he reaches for your hand, “Come on.”

Groaning quietly, you look around to make sure no one is watching, then you take John’s hand and walk into the empty shop. You look around at it and shrug, “What are we doing here?”

“Well,” John looks down to make sure that Ronan is okay, then he walks over to you, “This is your new shop.”

You jerk your head back and furrow your brow, “My new what?

John smiles, then he gestures to the shop, “This is our new shop. I bought it.��

“I…” you look up at John as you shake your head, then you look around at it again, “Why?”

“We’ve talked about expanding.” he says, shrugging as he walks over to you, “It’s a good investment too. Look how well our shop does. This shop will thrive here. It’s in a perfect spot. People can come here, grab a book, then head over to the park to read it. It’s near a coffee shop and a deli is around the corner, it’s perfect.”

You nod your head as you listen to John, then you look up at him, “But you’ll never be home now.”

“I will always be home. Just like I am now.” he smiles, rubbing his thumb over your cheek, “For the first month or so, I thought you and I could come out here more often and help out. Together. Always together. But on the rare days that I’m here by myself, you can bring Ro up here, and we can have lunch in the park.”

John smiles as he walks over to the window, then he reaches out for your hand to pull you over to him.

“We had our second date right there. We sat on that very bench.” John smiles as he points at a bench in the park, “I knew from the moment I met you that you were the one for me, but I truly knew I couldn’t live without you after that second date.”

You smile as you look up at John with tears in your eyes, “I just don’t want this to change us.”

“Nothing will change with us.” he whispers, pulling you into his arms, “I’m still going to be crazy about you. Think of how fun this is going to be, you and me in here painting the walls and fixing it up. There’s so much more space here, and I know you want to do some things at the shop back home, but with the limited space, we’re not able to.”

Reaching up, you touch John’s cheek, “You’re not gonna be stressed out over this?”

“Of course not.” he shakes his head, then he smiles, “If I felt like I was going to be stressed, I wouldn’t have bought it.”

You nod your head as you close your eyes and lean against John’s chest, then you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him tight. John rubs his hands over your back as he holds you, then he leans down to kiss the top of your head.

“So, what do you think?”

“I think it’ll be fun.” you nod as you tilt your head back to look at him, “Fixing it all up will be fun. Spending the day up here with you getting it ready will be a lot of fun, and we can even bring our bug with us sometimes.”

John nods his head, then he claps his hands, “This is going to be so fun, baby. I’ve been dying to tell you for weeks now.”

At the end of the day, you know that you and John have a strong marriage, and you know that this won’t put any stress on it. You and John have something special, and buying a new shop won’t change that.

“We have another bookshop.” you say as you look up at him, then you jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his waist, “We have another bookshop!”

“We do!” John laughs, kissing you over and over, then he sets you down, “I thought we could do the kid’s section over here, then on this side we can do non-fiction. Oh, and there’s a basement, I thought that would be nice for the office so it’s out of the way.”

You look over at John as he gets even more excited to tell you about everything that he has in mind, and you hold his hand and look up at him with heart eyes as he gets more and more excited.

John invited all of the employees out to the new shop so they could check it out, and he’s been so excited to show them around and tell them how he plans to fix everything up. It won’t be open for at least 2 more months since you’ll need to fix some parts of the flooring and paint the walls, plus you have to get the shelves stocked with books, but John is so damn excited.

You’re sitting on the counter as John tells them the plans that he has for the shop, and since it’s in Manhattan, John wants the shop to be a little more sophisticated. He still wants the cozy feel that the shop has back home, but he also wants this shop to thrive here with a different aesthetic.

John leans back against the counter next to you and sighs, “Me and the Mrs. have been talking, and we had a pretty hard conversation last night. I want you all to know that she cried.”

“I did.” you laugh as you look at him.

Grace gasps loudly as she puts her hand over her mouth, and you and John both start to laugh.

“It was a good conversation!” you laugh as you look at her, “So whatever you’re thinking, that’s not happening.”

John pats your thigh and smiles, “Definitely not happening.”

“Oh, thank god.” Grace exhales as she closes her eyes. “I didn’t think so, but you really phrased that weird.”

You let out a small laugh as you look over at John--people truly love the two of you together, and they’re all rooting for you.

“We love having you all at the shop in Mill Neck, but we’re willing to let any of you transfer out here if that’s what you’d want.” he says, then he looks at one of the newer employees that he hired while you were pregnant, “Naomi, I know it’s closer to home for you…”

Naomi nods, “It is.”

“This shop won’t be open for a few more months, three at the most, and we plan on being here every day for the first two weeks, but after that, we’ll come out every Wednesday when Ronan is with her grandparents.” John says, then he chuckles when he sees you’re tearing up. “Look at her, crying again.”

“I’m just so sad yet proud. We love all of you, and you’ve become part of our family. I’m so sad to some of you go, but I know it’s best since you’ll be closer to home.” you carefully wipe away the tear on your cheek, then you look over at a few employees as they smile. “This is good! This is a good thing though! This shop is going to thrive out here, and you are all going to do great.”

Grace raises her hand a little, “I don’t plan on leaving you!”

You smile as you hop off the counter and hug her, “Thank you.”

“I’m close to my mom. I’m not leaving.” she smiles, leaning back to look at you, and you smile. “Plus if I leave, I’ll never see my best girl! I need little Ronan in my life for my sanity.”

Grace has no idea, but you and John talked about promoting her to store manager last night. She’ll make more money than she’s making now, so she should be happy about that.

You look over your shoulder as John pops open a bottle of champagne, then he pours a little into several cups. He hands them out to the employees as you walk back over to him, then he smiles and hands a glass to you.

“This is going to be good for us.” he whispers softly to you, and you nod your head. He turns back to everyone and intertwines his fingers with yours before he lifts his glass, “To our extended family.”

You smile as you listen to the plastic cups clinking, and you look up at John as he leans down to kiss you. You set your glass aside, then you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him over and over until you both laugh.

“To my beautiful wife,” he whispers as he holds up his glass, “Just toasting you in general.”

“Kiss-ass.” you smile as you lean up to kiss him, then you grab your glass and drink it.

You look over your shoulder as the shop door opens, and you smile when John locks it behind him and walks over to you. You turn around to face him, then you slide your hands up to his biceps and smile when he looks up at you. John looks over your shoulder to the basement stairs, then he cocks up his eyebrow a little.

“It’s only us.” he whispers, then he nods to the door, “The door is locked.”

Biting your lip a little, you nod your head and smile, then you hold tight to John’s hand as he leads you downstairs to the office. There’s already a desk here that was left by the previous owner, so that’s a bonus. John shuts the door behind him and locks it, then he cups your face and kisses you hard on the lips before he lifts you up and sets you on the desk.

“You look so sexy today.” he whispers in your ear, and you let out a small laugh, “I love these jeans on you.”

You close your eyes and tilt your head to the side as John kisses your neck, then you smile as you lean up to kiss John. You tilt your head to the side for a better angle while you kiss John, then you slide your tongue into his mouth and listen as he moans softly, both of you becoming more desperate for one another. His hands slowly slide down your back to your ass, and he pulls you closer before moving his hands back up to your waist.

“My handsome husband,” you whisper as you hold his gaze, then you pull your shirt off. You smile as John stares at your lacy bra, then he gently runs his finger over the lace and smiles when your nipple grows hard. You reach down and pull John’s shirt over his head, then you toss it to the floor, “You want me?”

John nods, “More than you can even imagine.”

Laying back on the desk, you close your eyes and smile when you feel John kissing your stomach, then you open your eyes to him looking at you in awe.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he whispers in your ear as he caresses your sides, then he begins to kiss down your chest between your breasts. He licks up your chest, then he kisses over to your breast, pulling your bra down a little to reveal your nipple.

You smile at him, then you close your eyes when he sucks on your nipple, “Oh, shit…”

John pulls the lace from over your other breast, then he flicks his tongue over it and sucks on it as you let out a small moan, “Does that feel good?”

“Mhm,” you shiver as John kisses down your stomach to your hipbone, then you tilt your head up and watch as he unbuttons your jeans. You help John pull them down, feeling the ache between your legs get stronger when he kisses your thighs, and you lay back on the desk and smile.

“Wish there was a chair in here.” John laughs as he kneels down in front of you, and you sit up and watch as he moves your underwear to the side, “I don’t mind though.”

Laying back on the desk, your eyes roll shut and you smile as John sucks and licks your thighs, and he lets out a small laugh every time you get a little too excited with the thought of him finally devouring you. You prop yourself up to watch John as he sucks on your thighs, and you bite your lip when he slowly rubs his finger over your clit.

Letting out a moan, you tilt your head back and pant as he pumps his finger in and rubs your clit slowly, and you grip the sides of the desk in your hands as you arch your back.

“Oh, shit,” you spread your legs open and look down at John as he smiles, “Please…”

“Are you ready?” he asks, and you nod your head as you pout. “Good because I’m dying for a taste.”

You let out a loud moan as soon as John’s warm tongue slides against your clit, and your body begins to shudder every time his nose bumps against your clit, “Oh, yeah, keep doing that.”

“You taste so fucking good,” John say between your legs, then he buries his face again, shaking his head from side to side as you moan.

You reach down and run your hands through John’s hair, then you intertwine your fingers with his and roll your hips as you begin to climax. You roll your hips against John’s face as you let out a loud moan, then you grip his hands tighter as your body overcomes with pleasure, shaking and shivering on the desk.

John kisses up along your body as he stands up, then he rolls you onto your stomach and pulls you until you’re bent over the desk, and you smile when you hear him undoing his belt. You pant against the desk as you close your eyes, and with one quick motion, he buries himself deep between your legs.

“Oh, fuck,” John lets out a small laugh, “Shit, you’re so wet.”

You whimper loudly for John as he thrusts his hips fast and hard, and you grip the side of the desk, squeezing your eyes shut. You only just had an orgasm, so you’re overly sensitive right now, but fuck, he feels so good, and there’s no way he won’t make you come again.

“Oh, shit, John!” you moan loudly as you lean up on your hands, then you tilt your head back and kiss him.

John’s right hand slides up your side to your breast as he grunts and breathes heavily, and you open your mouth to moan when you feel like you’re about to come again. The sound of John’s hips against your ass fills the small room, and you lean back against his chest as he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, jerking his hips harder to bring on his orgasm.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispers in your ear, then he sucks on your neck, “Oh, shit, you’re about to make me come.”

Gasping and moaning, you look back at John as he watches himself between your legs, then you smile when he looks up at you, “You love my pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” John nods, leaning back to watch himself sliding in and out of your pussy, “Best fucking view; watching my cock deep in your pussy.”

You lay back down on the desk as John leans back to watch himself fucking you, then he groans loudly and pushes himself deep inside of you, still thrusting his hips every few seconds as he fills you up. John buries his face in the crook of your neck and pants loudly against your skin, and you kiss him several times before you put your head down. You close your eyes and exhale as John slowly slides from between your legs, then you smile when you feel him kissing up your spine.

“Well, the bookshop is officially christened.”

John chuckles breathlessly, “Probably not the best word for it.”

“No, probably not.” you laugh as you prop yourself up, then you look over at John as he pulls his boxers and jeans back up. You close your eyes and smile when John leans down to kiss your cheek, then you laugh when he spanks you, grabbing a handful as he bites his lip.

“Wait here.” John whispers, and you look over at him as he pulls his shirt on and walks out of the office. He comes back in a few moments later with some tissue, then he smiles as he hands it to you. “Here.”

You smile as you take the tissue from him to clean up the mess between your legs, then you hand it to him so he can throw it away while you get dressed again. He stands outside the door and smiles when you reach out for his hand, then you head back upstairs with him.

As you get back upstairs, you smile and look around at the shop, envisioning what it’ll look like in a few weeks times. Probably lots of boxes of books that will need to be put on shelves. You’ll definitely recruit Jimmy and Tess to help you since Jimmy is currently working on the shelves John requested.

John wraps his arms around you from behind, then he kisses your cheek a few times before he takes your hand and spins you around to face him. The two of you stand in each other’s embraces for a moment, then you feel John kiss your forehead before he lets you go.

“Gonna be fun having another shop.” John smiles as he holds your hand, then he hands your purse to you. “Can’t wait for it to open.”

“I’m nervous.” you admit, then you look up at John. “I know you said nothing will change with us, but I’m just worried. We have a strong marriage, we really do, I’m just being silly.”

John unlocks the door and opens it for you, then he locks it once you’re standing on the sidewalk. He turns to you and smiles, then he reaches for both of your hands, preparing to give you a whole speech.

“I know what you’re going to say.” you laugh, then you imitate John’s deep voice, “I’m crazy about you. I’m always going to be crazy about you. That won’t change.”

“Oh, so you don’t need a pep talk then?” John nods, letting go of your hands as he backs away, “Okay.”

“Stop!” you laugh as you run over to him and wrap your arms around his waist. You sigh quietly as you look at him, shaking your head and closing your eyes, “Just…just give me a pep talk.”

John smooths your hair back and smiles, “It’s true: I am crazy about you. More than you could ever imagine, and that truly won’t change. Yes, it’ll be a little different for us to come out here when this shop opens, but once it’s up and running, I won’t be coming out here all the time. You and Ronan are everything to me, and that’s where I want to be: with my favorite girls. When I come out here, you’re coming with me.”

“I just don’t want us to grow apart, or…you start picking up shifts out here and then you come home at night and you’re exhausted and don’t want to spend time with me and Ro. Or you find that spending time out here is better than being with…me. I’m not saying you’re going to cheat on me or anything. But…”

John cocks up his brow, “You realize how ridiculous that sounds, don’t you?”

You laugh as you look up at John, “As soon as I said it.”

“Baby, I’m not going anywhere.” John gently rubs his nose against yours and smiles, “Never. You’re my best friend, and everything is so much better when you’re around.”

Tilting your head back, you smile as you look up at John, then you flinch when a raindrop lands on your cheek. You look out at the street as the rain starts to fall down, and you hold tight John’s hand as the two of you run to the car in hopes of dodging the rain.

“John!” you laugh as you put your hands above your head, then you stomp your foot a little, “I’m getting soaked! Hurry up!”

John laughs as he reaches into his pockets for the keys, then he looks over at you, “You have the keys!”

You look in your purse for your keys, then you toss them to John as you run to the car. He quickly runs over to open your door for you, then he helps you get in before he runs over to the driver’s side.

“You know you don’t have to open my door every time, especially when it’s pouring rain.” you laugh as you reach into the glove compartment for tissues, then you smile when you realize John is staring at you, “What?”

“Nothing,” he laughs as he shakes his head, then he shrugs, “I just never realized running through the rain could be so much fun.”

You smile as you lean over to kiss him, then you run your fingers through his damp hair and pull him closer. You rest your forehead against John’s as you exhale quietly, then you lean back and hold his gaze.

“We’re strong, baby.” John whispers against your cheek, and you nod your head and smile, “Nothing is going to break us, you know this.”

You nod, “I do. I just love you and I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re never losing me, peach.” John smiles, then he points at his wedding ring, “Good luck trying to get rid of me! Just about as obsessed with you as a guy can be.”

Placing your hand on John’s cheek, you lean over to kiss him again, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” John smiles, kissing your cheek, “Now let’s go home and change into our pajamas and just enjoy some husband and wife time.”

You smile as you reach over for John’s hand, “Sounds like a really good plan!”

“I won’t lie…” John starts the car and looks over at you, “I might need some more time with you later.”

You laugh, “Didn’t get your fill on the desk?”

“I never do,” he says, reaching for your hand, “I never will.”

You lean over to kiss him softly, “Me neither.”

I think i’m going to make a little post soon about who wants to be tagged because i always like to update my taglist and make sure i’m tagging people who want to be, so if u do want to be tagged you can always let me know!

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arece · 1 year

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I don't know if anyone else caught it, but my two favorite little details I added in Never Saw the Start:

John saying to the reader "We go home next"

John giving away the gold coin Aurelio gave him, the coin that reader thought was the only reason John decided to take her in

I hope I'm not spoiling pointing out these parts, I just hope no one misses them

taglist for the series (request to be added): @khaleesihavilliard @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression @tamnight @hesvoid34

#they're getting closer!!!#father/daughter bond on the rise #John unconsciously already took the reader in #john wick x fem!reader #platonic #john wick father figure

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Fanfic Friday - 4/28/23

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iovesia · 8 months

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✧ ˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒.

bodyguard!john wick⠀x⠀bratty!spoiled!fem!reader.

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. being notorious for your spoiled, bratty behavior— you have successfully scared off your all previous bodyguards. but you’re stumped when this one just won’t quit.

—⠀੭୧⠀warnings⠀· ˚ ༘⠀large age gap. hyperfem!reader. reader is a bitch. mean!john. oral (m!receiving). dubious consent. brat taming. size kink. face slapping. 2.4k words.

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆 ִֶָ 𓂃 ⊹ for all my hyperfem!reader enthusiasts— this one's for you! i lowkey hate this but i haven't posted a fic in ages ohmygod and i also started school so i might be less active..

#. keanu reeves masterlist. | main masterlist. | request rules.

NO.

It was the one word that was not in your vocabulary.

“No. My decision is final.”

Unfortunately, it was your father’s favorite.

“Daddy, this is so unfair!” You squeal like a petulant child, hot on your father’s trail as he walks through the lavish penthouse which you reside in. Your heels hitting the marble floors reverberate along with your high pitched whining. “I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Bodyguard.” Your father corrects.

“Same difference!” Your father lets out an exhausted sigh at your complaints, rubbing his eyes with his ring-adorned finger. The wrinkles on his face are prominent, displaying his ageing stress. “I can handle myself! I’m not a child anymore!”

“You behave like one!” Your father snaps. “It’s how you’ve managed to scare off the last two bodyguards. So help me God, if this one quits too, there’s going to be mayhem. You hear me, young lady?”

Your soft features contort into a nasty grimace when your father points his finger in your face. Resisting the urge to stomp your Dior, pink heel —ergo proving your father’s point— you let out a defeated scoff. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” Your father gives you a tight lipped smile. “Jesus, you’re just like your mother. God forbid things don’t go your way.” You try to ignore the sting in your heart at your father’s callous words, the venom in his tone as he refers cruelly to his ex-wife, and your mother.

You clear your throat, quickly wishing to change the topic. “Who even is this guy?!”

“His name’s John Wick. He’s highly specialised in martial arts, firearms, and other weaponry. He also has military experience—”

“So basically, you hired The Terminator?” You interject, snapping your gum loudly in between your lip gloss covered lips. “I still don’t understand why the hell he’s here. None of my friends have old bodyguards following them!”

“Your friends are also not daughters of a mob boss,” your father replied bluntly, his patience wearing as thin as his greying hair. Before you could conjure another witty retort— the doorbell rings through the apartment. You follow close behind your father, eyes shooting daggers into the back of his skull when he walks into the entrance area.

The penthouse was adorned with gold trim and marble floors, along with glimmering chandeliers hanging from the tall ceilings, accentuating your father’s immense wealth— your silver platter prison as you liked to call.

“Christ, give me strength,” Your father mumbles under his breath.

“It’s John, isn’t it?”

“I pray it is.”

“If he’s short, bald and old like the last one— I’m going to freak out,” you hold your hands up defensively, briefly admiring your manicured french tip nails. You pride yourself on your appearance— if you’re not complaining and bitching, you’re spending daddy’s credit card on all things girly and pink.

The door slowly opens. From the bottom of your new bodyguard’s Oxford shoes, you eye him up past his lean body under his tight black suit— accentuating his buff arms and chest, up to his slicked back black hair and piercing dark eyes. You stare in slight disbelief at the man ahead, who towered over you.

“Meet John. Your new bodyguard.”

AS ATTRACTIVE AND BROODING as your new bodyguard was, he was also quiet.

Too quiet.

Unlike your previous bodyguards, John was as still as stone, completely unresponsive to any of your nasty quips, bitchy comments or snarky commands. You were lucky to receive even a word of acknowledgement, let alone a sentence.

He was your silent shadow, always standing eerily close by wherever you went. At the mall. At clubs. At the library. Even when you go to public restrooms, he stands waiting outside the door, embarrassingly dragging attention to the both of you.

“Seriously?” You grumble to yourself, adjusting your pink tennis skirt as you walk out of the ladies restroom. The older man merely looks down on you, his unreadable expression only pissing you off more.

“It’s my job.”

That was his famous catchphrase. Like a broken record, or a poor man’s Princess Bride— it was his automated response for any of your complaints. It’s his job.

You huff, tongue in cheek as you lean against the doorframe of the kitchen, watching the brooding bodyguard read a book. John’s leaning against the back of the chair, his arm resting on the countertop of the kitchen island, his veiny hand holding the book upwards as he takes a sip of coffee with his other. The palpable silence was too much for you to bear. You’ve had enough. You needed a reaction out of him— anything— literally anything other than this monotonous apathy.

Your hips sway side to side as you stroll over to John, his attention unwavering from his book. You clench your jaw, tapping your nails on the marble countertop. You take a seat next to him, and lift your leg up, resting your foot on his thigh.

Shockingly, he raises a brow— but still doesn’t look at you.

“Lace up my heels,” you demand, a smug smile on your lips, gently digging the heel of your shoe into his thigh. But he doesn’t twitch. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t even produce a sound of pain.

“You’re not a child, you can do it yourself,” his voice is low, and raspy as he clears his throat. John flips to the next page of his book and your brows stitch together, a small frown etching on your lips.

“Lace up my heels, Jack,” you repeat firmly, the taunt in your voice disappearing as you purposefully get his name wrong.

“John.”

“Whatever.”

John’s attention to his stupid book never faltered, and your annoyance boiled like bile in your chest. Clearly you’d have to try a little bit harder. You remove your foot off his lap, and let out a purposefully loud sigh.

“I’m your boss, John,” you say mockingly, “you better do what I say.”

“Your father is my boss,” his tone is painfully monotonous, if he was anyhow irritated with your bratty behaviour— he didn’t show it. “I work for him.”

There’s another tense silence casted upon the door, and you huff, jumping off your seat before storming out of the kitchen. Blinded by your temper tantrum, you missed the older man’s leering eyes on your ass as you walked away.

YOU WERE FUMING.

A whole month.

A whole thirty days he’s been your bodyguard, and you still have not managed to find out what made John Wick tick. His silent, stoic demeanour seemed impenetrable to your girlish, spoiled wit. John has bested your previous guards by the duration of his stay— most, if not all of them would have packed their bags by this point.

The sun beamed on your soft skin, exposed by the skimpy pink bikini that barely covered your breasts and left little to the imagination. Lying across the sunbed next to the glistening infinity pool, the sun suddenly disappears from your face, and you open your eyes to see John hovering over you.

“Move, you’re blocking the sun,” You roll your eyes, pulling your Cartier sunglasses above your head.

“Get dressed.”

You furrow your brows in confusion at his command.

“Your father says there’s a gala in a few hours, your attendance is mandatory.” John affirms his previous command, before he stalks away from you, his long legs carrying him far as he re-enters the penthouse. Immediately, you sit up from your sunbed, not bothering to cover your skimpy figure with a towel as you chase him.

“I don’t take orders from the help.”

“But, you do take orders from your father,” John quips, quirking a brow as he turns to face you, his staggeringly tall body looming over you. “Get dressed.”

“I don’t take orders from you, I’m not going!” You sneer, and when you attempt to walk past John, his large arm wraps around your forearm, gently but firmly pulling you backwards in front of him. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused. Get. Dressed.”

“Get fucked, how about that?” You retort, scoffing at his audacity to tell you what to do. “I don’t take orders from the butler.” Roughly tugging your arm back, you take a challenging step closer and you can feel the warmth radiating from his suit covered body.

“Bodyguard.”

“Oh, please— you’re a glorified babysitter,” you chuckle incredulously. “All that military experience is probably a load of crap— I have half a mind to get my daddy to fire you!”

“I have half a mind to shut that mouth of yours,” John’s low voice has goosebumps swimming across your skin. He finally cracked, and now you were just waiting for the pieces to come apart. John takes a step forward, closing the distance as his chest nearly touches yours.

“What did you just say to me?” You speak quietly, your confidence slowly decreasing. A small, devious scowl creeping on his face. “I said: what did you just—”

Your words die in your throat when a sudden hand clutches your jaw, fingers digging into your cherub cheeks. A weak gasp comes out, as John pulls you closer, your exposed stomach and barely-covered breasts pressing against his lean body. His stubbled face leans down, your noses almost touch as he whispers: “I think it’s time you got a taste of your own medicine.”

“GET ON YOUR KNEES.”

Jaw dropped.

“What?”

“You heard me,” John rests against the back of the leather couch, sitting as his legs manspreading with his elbows resting on the leather couch pillows. You stood like a deer in headlights in front of him, hands on your hips, looking down at him. “Get on your knees.”

“I’m not gonna do that, are you out of your mind?!” You squeal, offendedly. John merely licks his bottom lip, his eyes focused on your hips, and thighs. “You are so fired, John! I’m telling my dad!”

“Go ahead, let your precious daddy know you made another one of his staff quit..” John shrugs nonchalantly, scratching his beard. “Your father will be pissed, and will probably cut you off.. And then who will pay for those little bikinis?”

You kiss your teeth, lips pursed as your leg bounces anxiously. He was right.

“Asshole,” you hiss under your breath as you lower yourself down to the ground, your knees scratching against the rough carpet. His penetrating stare made you sweat, a chill tingling down your spine. God, you wished you had taken that towel with you. John’s voyeuristic gaze trailed from your breasts that barely fit in your bikini top, down the curves of your hips to the swell of your ass.

“Come here,” he says slowly.

Reluctantly, you abide his words, and your hands and knees graze the carpet as you crawl over to John— like an obedient little puppy. Sitting on the heels of your foot, you rest your palm on your thighs, an exasperated huff flaring through your nose.

“You are a spoiled little girl, you know that?”

You roll your eyes.

Suddenly, pain blooms in your left cheek as a firm hand smacks across your face— not enough to hurt, but enough to shoot down your attitude, making you mewl. “Ow!”

“Aw.. did that hurt?” John leans forward, his warm breath hitting your face as you look up at him, batting your long lashes. His fingers digging into your cheeks again, holding you in place. “You want me to kiss it better?”

Your face flushes at his question, as you roll your shoulders back. The diva inside you was screaming when you nodded— but you didn’t care. You eyed the older man hungrily, the sting on your cheek had you rubbing your thighs together. Unfortunately, John noticed.

“That’s too bad.” Pushing your face away, he leans back against the couch. John subtly spreads his knees further apart, signalling you to his shiny belt buckle. Eyeing the older man hungrily, the pads of your fingers touch the cool metal as you undo his belt.

His lowered slacks reveal his flushed, hardened cock, with pre-cum already leaking from the red tip. Your hand shakily wrapped around his shaft, your whole hand unable to fit around his full girth. You stroke him gently as his lips part, a soft groan escaping. You swallow nervously, his cock throbbing in your hand when you halt your hand. Spit gathering into a small glob on your lips before stretching down onto his mushroom tip. The saliva made your movements smoother, and more confident.

“I know that mouth does more than complain,” John taunts, his large hand softly caressing the back of your head when he edges your face closer to his thick shaft. Your mouth waters as you wrap your glossy lips around his cock, your tongue flat against his tip, the salty pre-cum satisfying your tastebuds.

Relaxing your jaw to adjust to his size, you lower your head, his cock nudging against the back of your throat. Whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your hands covered, massaging the base of his cock. John grits his teeth, swallowing a groan as you begin bobbing up and down his cock. John’s hand is heavier on the back of your hand, forcing you lower on his cock till your nose is buried in his short, curly pubes— making you gag loudly.

“Does the spoiled brat need some air?” John chuckles raspily, his hand clutching your hair, pulling you back off his cock. A thick line of saliva dribbles down your chin, lips puffy as tears brim your waterline. Your jaw ached, but your tongue was desperate for more. His thumb swipes against your bottom lip, wiping away the pre-cum and spit, before shoving his thumb into your mouth. The pad of his thumb presses down on your tongue, and you gag once again.

“Spent the last month dealing with your little attitude problem,” John eyes squinted into slits, repeatedly patting your face with his other hand. “I think a little appreciation is in check.”

Like a cockdrunk doll, you nod ditzily as he switches his thumb out for the tip of his shaft.

Your father was surprised to see you wearing jeans the next day, as they covered those little bruises on your knees.

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Day 3: Engraved in the Flesh || Finn Shelby x Reader

Requested by a lovely anon 🖤

TW: Kinktober prompt- marked, canonical violence, violent sexual practice, spanking, marking kink, non-protected sex, allusion to anal

Words: 630.

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The family never suspected something to be wrong with the youngest of the tribe. After all, he had been lucky enough not to know the ugly truth of war nor the physical and emotional torment of hunger or poverty. If anything, Finn had grown up under Polly’s loving wing. Even if he was accustomed with gangs violence, he never truly took part of it before his brothers deemed him old enough. Arthur, Tommy and John worked hard so that he would never had to take a bullet like they did. They wanted him to be a general, not a disposable and vulnerable soldier. When he started to hang out with the pastor’s daughter, his Aunt was delighted. All of Birmingham knew how kind and quiet Y/N was. Holy Saint among the sinners, the young woman often wandered in the gritty streets of Small Heath with a basket filled with food she usually distributed to the poorest souls. Y/N left a bright sunshine in her wake, all the darkness of the place caught in her long coal black hair. Rumors said that when she smiled, even the most wicked men couldn’t lay a finger on her, all blissed out by her beauty and her divine aura of peacefulness. The bruises on her delicate skin? She was just incredibly clumsy. That was what her father always told her! And when she wasn’t bumping or tripping, the heavy basket she carried marked the flesh of her forearms.

But when the night came and the devils danced under the pale moonlight, she disappeared through her window and ran away from home, swallowed by the dull forest nearby. Y/N hid in an old vargo that belonged to the Shelby family, guided by the weak string lights hanging at the door, and she impatiently waited for Finn Shelby to appear in the doorway with a bottle of whisky in one hand, and a red rose in the other. Then their sordid and obscene ritual started, always following the same order: He slipped the flower in her hair, its crimson and velvety petals enhancing her beauty and suiting the color of the lipstick she had stolen from her mother. Then, they made the temperature rise, hands roaming on flesh clothes flying across the vardo. Only when the bottle of whisky was empty and their arousal reaching its limits, he assaulted her tight cunt with violent and rapid thrusts. A glistening and fragile pussy that only knew his cock. No one else’s. The way her warmth and wetness wrapped him sent his soul to heaven, making his lashes flutter. He was supposed to be a nice boy. She was supposed to be a holy and virginal girl.

So why? Why were they fucking like animals each night in the woods, filling the air with moans, flesh snapping sound and sweat? Why did he bend her over and spank her with his suit’s belt — and why did she enjoy it, her love juice trailing down her thighs more and more at each new beating? Finn grunted in her mouth when he came, painting her walls white and keeping her full til the morning. That was how Y/N liked him: engraved in her flesh, and dripping from her sore holes.

“Tsss, be more careful Y/N. You’re black and blue.” Her father scolded her, eyes rolling with annoyance at his daughter’s carelessness that revealed itself through her purplish bruises on her legs, thighs and neck. Little he knew that all her skin had been painted blue, immaculate flesh turned into a masterpiece by the brush of a mad artist. Y/N was both the canva and the muse, letting Finn Shelby turned her into what their love had always been: nothing gentle but the embodiment of Sin.

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chloe-skywalker · 5 months

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John Wick MasterList

By: @chloe-skywalker

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John Wick:

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floatyflowers · 10 months

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Dark! Hannibal Lecter, and John Wick x Young Mother! Reader

(Warning: Age gap, reader is a legal adult)

Hannibal Lecter

You booked a thereby session with him, but he did not expect you to attend with your baby.

"I really apologise, but I couldn't leave my daughter at home, and the babysitter cancelled in the last minute-"

"It's alright, Ms. (L/n), I don't mind at all"

Apparently, you needed therapy to get over your boyfriend's death as it traumatized you.

And Hannibal found it as a chance to get closer to you as the sessions became frequent and longer.

Allowing him to be more obsessed with you.

"I advise you to find a new partner, it will help you move on"

"No one would like to date a single mother like me, Dr. Lecter"

"Nonsense"

Little by little, Hannibal became closer to you providing for you and your child, making sure all your needs are met with expensive gifts.

Even though you refused at first, but Hannibal managed to convince you that he is doing all of this because you are a dear friend.

However, you don't know that he is the one who murdered your boyfriend from the beginning.

And made your friend suggest him as a therapist.

It is all going according to plan.

The next step is marriage and him adopting your baby.

John Wick

You were the daughter of Viggo Tarasov and a single young mother living in your father's mansion in peace.

That was until your brother, Iosef, screwed things up and decided to kill John Wick's dog and steal his car.

Of course, it led to your family demise.

You don't know why he didn't kill you and your son, maybe he wasn't heartless as he seemed.

When John took you and your son with him to live in his home, you did not fight him, fearing for your baby's life.

For the first month living with John, you refused to speak to him and stay almost all day in your room with your son.

Honestly, John bought all the necessities, making sure you are comfortable.

"Why did you keep me and my baby alive?"

That's the first question you ask him after the tragic night, no fear in your eyes, only confusion.

"It's not your fault"

That answer didn't satisfy your curiosity.

"Then why did you force me to come with you?"

John only grabs your delicate hands with his rough ones, smiling a bit.

"So, you can take the place of my wife"

Part Two

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skyfallslayer · 5 months

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🔥 = Smut 🧸= Fluff 💔= Angst (The Holy Trinity of Fanfics) ⭐= Hiatus

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Scorched Earth - (x Daughter!OFC) 🧸💔

Summary: Legendary Assassin, John Wick, has retired from his violent career, and married the love of his life. From that love came a child, and then from that love came death. Now, a sadistic mobster, Losef Tarasov, and his thugs steal John’s prized car, kill his dog, and kidnap his daughter, Analiah. From there is the tipping point that draws John back into a vengeful killing machine. While all this is going on, Losef’s father, and John’s former colleague, puts a bounty on his head.

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CHAPTER THREE

Hardest Part of Ending is Starting Again

an avengers x john wick crossover fanfic

You can access the previous chapter here: Chapter Two | Series Masterlist Access

PAIRINGS: avengers x teen!readers (platonic) , tony stark x niece!reader , john wick x daughter!reader , peter parker x female!reader

SUMMARY: After spending a day with Peter Parker, you had solidified the thought that you have indeed, a crush on Peter, but his words says otherwise. Meanwhile, Abram had already put out a contract for you, with a five million dollar bounty on your head, that is being taken care by an avid hater of your father.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! if you had manage to get to this chapter, i just want to say thank you for showing an interest or liking my fic. i’m not sure how many chapters there will be, but i’m planning on incorporating as well the timeline from either far from home or no way home. i’m kind of happy that there is already a progress with peter! i’m sorry if there are typos, i usually write my draft in the middle of the night, i sometimes accidentally sleep on it and i wouldn’t notice the typos until i had them already posted. also, i have until monday to post some updates, bc after monday i’ll be busy again so updates will be slow.

i took some artistic liberties, some of the characters in the john wick franchise have limited backgrounds, so i made up some backgrounds for the characters so that some details would make sense.

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, i had made fictional connections so that my fic would make sense. i don’t own the characters that are originally in both franchises. please do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 4,570

WARNINGS: foul language, mention of guns and knives, death, and violence

DIVIDER BY: @delishlydelightfuldividers

You had been woken up by the alarm clock, quickly stopping it, you’re already used to waking up early because it’s your routine, and you just easily slipped into the routine. You opened your eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment, it has been four days now since you started staying with your uncle and his team at their compound and had an encounter with Tarasov’s men. You had been cooped up in your room yesterday, double checking everything in your father’s briefcase.

You turned to your side and Koda was laying right beside you and you gently ruffled his head. You let out a sigh as you got up from the bed, causing Koda to do the same thing. You went out of the room with him and as you approach the common area, you saw that the team were all suited up, guessing that they had been called for a mission.

“Where are you guys heading off to?” You asked as you sat down on the couch and watching them.

“We got called for an urgent mission,” Your uncle replied, “Not sure how long it will last but don’t worry, we’ll be back in no time.” He smiled softly at you.

“Alright then.”

“Don’t worry about being alone, I called Peter and told him we’ll be gone for a while,” Steve smiled, “He’ll check up on you, so you have nothing to be worried about.” He added and you saw Sam playfully winked at you, he’s teasing you again.

You grabbed one of the throw pillows from the couch and chucked it at him with full force, it landed on the center of his stomach, and letting out a small wince due to the impact of your throw.

“Come on team, let’s go! Let’s not keep the quinjet waiting.” Steve said with a command.

Each of them hugged you goodbye, not missing a teasing wink from both Sam and Natasha. Tony was the last one to leave the room, he hugged you tightly.

“We’ll be home soon, try to stay alive by then. Okay?” He cupped your face, and gently nod at him.

“No promises.” He sighed and smiled back at you, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Go be a normal kid for once, spend some time with kids your age. Spend time with Parker and his friends, they’re good kids, alright? I gave him your contacts as well, I hope you don’t mind,” You nodded and made his way out of the common area, “Stay out of trouble! Keep the compound in one piece!” He yelled.

“Again, no promises!” You yelled back.

When they had all left, you are still seated on the couch. While the team are gone, you had given a thought of staying at the continental for the meantime, and maybe you should. You stood up and went back to your room, you had finally made up your mind that you’ll pack up and stay at the continental. While you were packing up some of your stuff, you noticed the blood oath marker on the desk, it’s your marker. The sun was shining on it, small metal round object glaring at you, waiting to be used at your disposal.

The markers are considered to be the ultimate last resort solution for any favor. You had never given your marker to anyone, not one person, ever since you started this kind of job. Truth be told, you never saw anyone worthy on giving your marker to, if you can get out of the situation on your own, you’d rather do that instead of asking someone for help and giving the marker in return for the help that they did for you. You had learned it from your father the hard way, when Santino D’Antonio had decided to pay him a visit. Your father had rejected the marker, so by rejecting it, Santino blew up the house. The bastard may have gotten a bit too far, but it’s his full rights to do so. A marker is no small thing, but your father rejecting one? Well, look at what happened.

Santino had helped your father on his impossible task, no matter how much you hated that guy, he’s one of the reason why your father had been granted his freedom and lived a peaceful live with you and your mom. You hate to admit it, but if it wouldn’t be for Santino’s help, your father would have been still with the Tarasovs, he wouldn’t have you and your mother. You had thought about it and the repercussions that small object would bring. You would like to label it as a blessing or a curse, depending on the given situation.

It’s a small thing, but it brings a lot of weight. As what they say, for a person to grant a marker to another, is to bind a soul to a blood oath. Dishonor the marker, you die. You kill the holder of the marker, you die. You run, you die. So whatever choices you make against the marker, the consequences are always the same. That leaves you no choice but to accept whatever task that the marker-giver had given to you. So when you know that you can compromise in a situation, you compromise. Instead of ending up owing someone a debt.

You grabbed the marker from the desk and sighed. You threw it in your bag, you are always bringing it with you. Even if you don’t plan on giving it to someone anytime soon, if it falls into the wrong hands, it could also bring repercussions. You double checked your things and zipped your bag close. You went to the bathroom to take a bath, then changed into some comfy clothes. You’ll be taking out Koda for a walk today before you leave.

“Ms. Jovanovich, Mr. Parker has arrived, and he’s looking for you.” Friday suddenly announced.

“Thanks, Fri. Please tell him that I’ll be out in a second.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You grabbed Koda’s leash and attached it to him. You suddenly thought about who’ll watch Koda while you’re gone. The team’s gone and you’re gone, You suppose that the AI can watch it for the meantime? You kind of want to ask Peter, but crossed out the idea. You don’t want to bother him that much, and you guys had just met. You are in no position yet to ask any favors like this, and he lives with his aunt, who might or might not be allergic to animals, or maybe just not fond of animals in general.

You went out of your room with Koda and head to the common area, where you saw Peter waiting for you.

“Hi, good morning!” You cheerfully greeted him.

“Hi!” He smiled at you, kneeled down and ruffled Koda’s head, “He belongs to you? Saw him yesterday in the compound, spending time with Mr. Wilson.” He stood up.

“Yeah, he’s mine. Well technically, he’s my dad’s, but got the custody right after he passed away.”

“O-oh, I’m sorry.” He looked down.

“No worries, it’s been a long time.” You smiled softly.

“So what are your plans for the day?” He asked.

“I’m gonna go take Koda for a walk and drop by at the book store, wanna come?” You invited him.

“Sure!”

“You can leave your backpack at the couch,” He nodded, “Hey, Fri! Peter and I will be going out for a bit, we’ll be back soon!” You said.

“Okay.” The AI replied.

“Come on, let’s go.” You both made your way out of the compound.

You are both walking, side by side, with Koda leading the way. It’s just pure silence, none of you decided to speak, just listening to the buzzing noise of the city and the honking of the cars.

“There’s a good book store few blocks away frow here.” Peter said.

“Oh, sure! Let’s go there, I need to buy some books.” You smiled.

“How come I never see you that often at the compound?” Peter asked, decided to make some small talk while you both walk towards the shop.

“I never really go there everyday, only quick drop by, once or twice a month,” You replied, “It’s just I’m really swamped with work, got a lot of stuff to finish.” He nodded.

“Will you be staying now at the compound? Since Mr. Stark mentioned that you’re planning on transferring to Midtown.”

“I’m only staying at the compound temporarily, though he wanted me to stay permanently at the compound. It’s just that there are things that I really can’t easily leave behind,” You looked down, “He told me to consider the idea, so I’m still in the decision process of it.” You chuckled and he nodded at your reply.

“We’re here. They don’t allow pets inside, but I can watch Koda for you!” He offered.

“Yes please. Thank you!” Both of your hands touched briefly as Peter retrieves Koda’s leash from you.

You felt a bit of spark when your hands briefly touched, there’s this feeling also in your stomach that you can’t explain. Peter flashed you a gentle smile, and you smiled back at him. You quickly turned around, and entered the shop, you can actually feel yourself blushing. You hope that Peter didn’t notice.

You grabbed a small basket and went to the section where they sell medical related books. You grabbed a few books, focusing on the human anatomy. You went up to the cashier and paid for it, returned the basket to its proper place and went out of the shop. Peter eyed the plastic that contains your books, and he can definitely see what the books are all about.

“That’s some interesting books you got there,” He said, “You into science?”

“Oh, yeah, kind of. You know, I love reading. Especially on the human anatomy,” You laughed, “Before we head back at the compound, can we buy some pizzas? I haven’t eaten yet. Let’s buy some and just eat it back at the compound.” Diverting the topic to another one, you can’t really go into details with him as to why you bought some human anatomy book.

“Yeah, sure. I know a place that you can buy some good pizza.”

“Okay then! Lead the way, Peter Parker.” You both laughed.

You didn’t notice that Peter was still holding Koda for you, you didn’t want to be rude in getting Koda from him. Besides, Koda is warming up to him. So you just smiled at the sight, your heart a little bit racing.

You arrived back at the compound, with Peter holding two boxes of pizza. You grabbed Koda from him and dashing inside as soon as you removed his leash. You both went to the common area, and Peter placed the boxes of pizza at the table.

“Welcome back, Ms. Jovanovich and Mr. Parker.” The AI greeted you both.

“Hey Fri.” You greeted.

You both sat down on the couch, opening the first box of the pizza. Been a long time since you last had eaten a pizza, due to you being in the continental a lot, so the food there are always proper meals. It feels good for a change, which is a temporary one.

“So, tell me about Midtown.” You leaned back and turned to look at Peter. By looking, you mean staring.

You can’t help but stare at Peter’s face. His cute nose, dimples, and cheeks that you want to pinch so bad, and lips that probably feels so soft. You are slowly memorizing Peter’s face—it’s a common thing for you to do, you memorize people’s face because of your job. But for Peter, it felt different. You’re memorizing it as a memory for you to keep. Your stay at the compound is only temporary, who knows you may never see him again. It’s a good memory to remember him by.

“(Y/N)? Hey?” Peter snapped his fingers infront of your face.

You had been staring at his face for far too long, you forgot to pay attention to him. Your eyes widen in realization, and it caused your cheeks to blush beet red.

“O-oh, I’m sorry! Was just caught up with something on my mind lately, but carry on!” You coughed, “So you were saying?” You turn your attention back to him.

“Midtown is pretty cool. I go there with my friends, Ned and MJ. Gonna introduce you to them sometime, they’re cool people,” You nodded, “And it’s a school for smart kids.” His eyes widened at what he said.

“It’s not that I’m saying you’re not smart!” He panicked and you just laughed at him. You never really notice the mistake on what he said, he just suddenly corrected himself.

“Hey, it’s alright. No worries.” You grinned.

“I-I know that you’re smart too, I didn’t really mean to say that you’re not.” You smiled widely. You put a hand on his shoulders, calming him down.

“I told you, it’s okay!” You shake him a little bit, “No need to explain it further. The further you explain, the more you mess up the words.” You laughed softly and gave him a small pat on his shoulder.

You find it really cute when he’s all panicky.

“I’m sorry.” He squeaked.

“Stop saying sorry. It’s okay, no harm done.” You chuckled and smiled at him softly. There was a pause between the two of you, a minute of silence before Peter spoke.

“So, uh, you’re Mr. Stark’s niece?”

“Yeah, he’s my mom’s closest cousin. They lost contact with each for a long time,” You leaned back at the couch, tucking both of your legs beneath you, and Koda resting his head on your lap scratching the back of his ears softly, “Until I appeared under SHIELD’s radar, and that is when I found out that I wasn’t totally alone in this world like I thought that I would be.” You shrugged, your attention still with Koda.

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, it’s okay,” Peter said, “I mean it’s uhm, pretty personal.” He added.

“Nonsense, it’s fine with me, been a long time since it happened. So I have no problem with it.” You shrugged at him.

“You told me…told me that your dad passed away. May I ask what happened?” Peter directly looked at you, his eyes showing genuine curiosity.

“He died due to his injuries from work. He was supposed to be coming home right after his work, but he wasn’t able to take in the injury that he suffered. His body gave up,” You kept your gaze on Koda’s sleeping figure, “But I’m happy that he’s finally free when he did. No longer tied to anything or anyone, and he’ll finally be with mom.”

You looked at him, there was this expression in his that he wants to ask something. Peter wanted to ask about your father’s line of work, he wanted to ask if he’s an assassin.

“Yeah, he was an assassin. The best of the best,” You smiled softly, his eyes widened at you said. You had guessed what he wanted to ask, but hesitated, “The criminal organization fears him the most. He’s the kind of man that you do not want to cross or mess with.”

“What made you become an assassin like him?”

“Well, it was the one thing that my dad wouldn’t want me to become. But like others, I don’t know how to cope up with the loneliness, grief when he died. He was the only one that’s with me after mom died and we had each other’s back. I had felt this sudden resentment. Resentment for leaving me all alone in this world, the only person that is left in my life, had left me,” You chuckled sadly, “It was the only thing I can do to ease the pain. I see it as a coping mechanism, and turns out that I was a natural at it. So it stayed with me.” You smiled at him.

“Well if it makes you feel better, I’m Spider-man,” You laughed at his reply, “He gives me the confidence that Peter Parker doesn’t have. Maybe it’s because people can’t see or know that’s it’s Peter Parker, the awkward and nerdy highschool boy that goes to Midtown, that’s under the mask.”

“I know.”

“You…know?” His eyes widened, “how?”

“I have a knack for finding out people’s secrets,” You scrunched your nose, “There might have been a few things or habits that you usually do that you don’t notice that gave it away, but people can notice if they look and observed closely.” You smiled.

“Really?! Like what?”

“That’ll have to be a secret,” You teased him, “You have to find out for yourself.”

“Come on!” He whined and you just laughed at him. Peter kept on insisting you to tell him, but you didn’t budge. You almost did, but didn’t.

At some point, he finally gave up. You talked a bunch of random stuff, Midtown (again), and his friends. You are just there listening to him talking and staring at his face, however, you can’t help notice how the way Peter talked about MJ, how his tone would often change when you talk about her, and right then and there, you had suddenly felt that little pinch in your heart. You are really good at reading people, and it looks like he’s got a huge crush on MJ.

It kind of broke your heart a little. Yes, you finally admit that you have this silly crush on Peter, despite having just met him. Like come on, it’s impossible for you not to not like this guy. It’s his little quirks and cuteness, a little bit brainiac, that made you gravitate towards him, though on the other side, your rational side, maybe that it’s good that Peter has a crush on someone. Person like you, whose life is always on the line, you can’t afford being literally in love with someone. You and words like crush and love does not belong in a sentence, It’s dangerous for you, but not only for you, but on the other person as well. You know very well that Peter is capable of protecting himself, but those people that are after you, they would always find a weakness, an opening. They always manage to successfully find one.

You and Peter both spent the day at the compound, eventually after all the boring talks, mutually agreed on watching a movie together. He made you sit through an entire movie of Star Wars, it kind of peaked your interest, but not the same excitement that it gives Peter. It’s an okay movie for you, not bad, but watching it one time is already enough for you. You looked at your watch, and it’s already late in evening. Peter’s phone vibrated, notifying him that he has a text message. It was a text message from his aunt May.

“Hey, I kind of need to go home now. May just texted me,” He spoke as he looked at you, “I had fun spending time and getting to know you.” He smiled.

“Likewise, Parker.” You smiled back. He stood up and grabbed his bag, you walked him to the exit.

“Will I be seeing you again tomorrow?” He asked.

“Uh, I’m not sure. I’ll be leaving for a business trip, so probably not.” You shrugged.

“For how long?”

“I’m not really sure, depends if the work gets finished earlier than expected.”

Then out of nowhere, he suddenly hugged you. You hugged him back, but he let go quickly.

“I’m so sorry for that,” He scratches the back of his neck, “As a thank you. I’m happy that we met and I earned a new cool friend.” You just smiled.

“Hey, it’s no problem. You can call ot text me anytime, Tony gave you my contact, so make use of it. If ever you need some help, you know how to reach me,” You gently pat his shoulders, “Though I won’t be able to answer it right away when I’m working, but I’ll get to you as soon as I’m free.”

After watching Peter leave the compound, you head back to your room to get ready. You’ll be leaving tonight to go to the continental, and your bags are already prepared and waiting by the door. You went to the bathroom to shower. After showering, you pulled out your outfit from the closet.

It’s a suit, just like the one your father wore. But you made a little bit of a revision to suit your style. The classic white long sleeved polo with a black necktie, tucked in your black high-waisted fitted trousers, and some combat boots, topping it off with a black long coat for the final look then brushed your hair. Never forgetting in attaching some of your weapons in the hidden parts of your suit—some knives by your boots and both guns and knives on both side of your hips.

Grabbing your father’s watch and swapping it with the ones you use on a daily basis, you also put your mother’s bracelet on your right pocket, keeping it safe. Dusting off some imaginary dust in your outfit, you stare at yourself infront of the floor length mirror, sighing. You checked the room for any mess and there were none, you intended on leaving the room spotless, just like you weren’t there. Truth be told, you really don’t like making a mess, you would always keep a place or room clean. You grabbed your bag and strapped it on one of your shoulder, then grabbing the briefcase. You turned off the lights and closed your room, then you made your way to the common area.

“Hey, Fri.” You called out for the AI.

“Yes, Ms. Jovanovich?” The AI responded quickly.

“If ever the team arrives, please notify them that I’m away for a business trip. I have no exact date as to when I’ll be coming back, but it may take a while.”

“Yes, Ms. Jovanovich.”

“I’ll also be leaving Koda here in the compound. I already refilled his bowl of some his dog food and water, if ever he gets lonely, please give him access to my room, because that’s where he’ll gonna be mostly.”

“Yes, Ms. Jovanovich.”

You kneeled down by the couch, where Koda was resting. He was whining and rubbing his head on your palms, he knows that you’ll be leaving him again.

“Hey buddy. I’ll be gone for a little bit for a business trip. But don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. I’ll come back home early for you,” You smiled at him, you pressed your forehead on his, “You’ll be taken good care of here in the compound. The team loves you, they’ll be able to take care of you whenever I’m gone.”

“Be a good boy, okay!” You gave Koda a long kiss on the forehead and stood up. His whines broke your heart, but you needed to leave. You moved to pick up your briefcase.

“I’ll be leaving now, Friday. You can lock up when I leave.”

“Yes, Ms. Jovanovich. Good luck on your business trip and take care.”

“Thank you, Fri.”

You look at Koda one last time and smiled at him. You made your way to the exit of the compound. You’ll be taking the taxi a couple of blocks from the compound, that will be driving you to the continental. You began walking the busy streets of New York, completely blending in the shadows of the night.

Abram Tarasov.

Abram is a calm and collected man, he can be patient, he’s known for his wisdom, and has a group of loyal henchmen who carries out his orders without any questions. As much as possible, he doesn’t want to deal with violence, he prefers a peaceful negotiation, hence why he has a talent for negotiation, and also has a keen eye for profitable ventures. Abram works together with the Tarasov Mob Family but only on the sidelines, which had been previously headed by his brother, Viggo Tarasov.

Back then, their family was just a small-time criminal running a small-time operation. So when your father had managed to kill all of their rivals for his impossible task, the Tarasov Mob Family had quickly rose in power. So it was all thanks to your father that the Tarasov had accumulated a vast network of contacts, inside and outside of both United States and Russia. They had managed to operate illegal businesses and various fronts like churches, freely. But after Viggo and Iosef was killed by your father, he had took it upon himsef to take over and steer the mob back into its original course, picking up where it had left off. He can’t let an empire fall, it had taken them a long time to get to where they are now, especially not on his watch.

It’s rare for them to see Abram having an outbursts, and when they did, it is when he had learnt that his brother and nephew had been killed by your father, and all he wanted was to get a revenge. Though back then, he had accepted your father’s offer of peace when your father had paid him a visit in his chop shop. Nothing good will ever come out if he decided to come after your father for revenge, and it is wise not to poke the devil in the back by taunting him. But when your father is no longer in the picture and one of his informant had told him that you’re Jonathan Wick’s daughter, he can’t let this opportunity pass without getting back at you.

Yes, he feared your father, that’s why he didn’t bother on getting a revenge, but he does not fear you. You may be Jonathan Wick’s daughter, but to him, you’re just some girl who happens to be a daughter of Jonathan Wick. In his eyes, you are not good as your father, you are not worthy to be feared, and he is not afraid on killing a silly kid or some teenager like you.

“So you’re telling me that that girl had beaten my men by just using a pencil?” He’s voice was calm, but the emotion on his eyes tell you otherwise, as his men stood in front of him.

“Yes sir.” Abram took a sip of his bourbon and slammed the glass on his desk and stood up.

“You have one job,” He punched the man who spoke in the face, “One fucking job! And you let my men be beaten by a fucking girl! By just using a fucking pencil at that!” He kick the man on the shin.

“Вы все бесполезный сукин сын!” He went back and sat down on his chair, he turned to his assistant, “Call Anya. If there’s anyone that will be able to finish the job, it’s her.” He leaned back to his chair and closed his eyes.

“Sir, Anya had agreed to do it.” His assistant said.

“Good. Put out a contract for Anya, a five million bounty on Jovanovich’s head.” Abram replied as he gently taps his fingers on the arm of his chair.

“According to Anya, (Y/N) Jovanovich is staying at the continental.”

“Tell her that I will double the bounty if she bends the rule.”

TRANSLATIONS

“Вы все бесполезный сукин сын!” - you are all useless son of a bitch!

*** i’m only using google translate, so please excuse if there’s something wrong with the translations.

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persephone411 · 3 months

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Ordinary life (jw x reader)

My first ever fanfic here. English is not my first language so there can be errors. Have fun.( Feedback is always welcome)

Summary: you meet John during a business meeting with your father, things heat up quickly and escalate as he drives you home

Mafia AU!, Dad‘s best friend, oral sex (male receiving)

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The evening was cold and the restaurant was busy. Silently you look around the huge room, scanning everything while still looking cold and uninterested.

,,So, who are we meeting again?“ you ask your father, who sat with you on the round table, already looking though the menu.

,,An associate. I need him to do a job for me"

,,ah" you only say ,,what kind of job? smuggling guns again?"

you sip on your water, still not really interested in the business dinner your father has brought you to.

,,No, Mr. Wick will kill someone for me. He is a hitman. The best in the field to be precise. We are old friends“ after a while he added: ,,look (y/n) I know you don’t care about the family business unless it brings you money you can spend on pretty things, but I advise you, to be a bit more invested. You are my only daughter“

,,yeah, but I won’t take over the business. We both know that. Instead I am engaged to some guy I have never met before“

,,be quiet!, you’re causing a scene“

Your father hissed and looked around the restaurant, but no one paid attention to you.

You sighed and also grabbed the menu, reading it without actually caring about the various expensive and eccentric dishes. In the end all luxusry restaurants were the same.

After a few moments of cold silence between your father and you, he suddenly stood up.

,,John!“ He called out and you slowly look up.

When your father told you that John was a good friend of his, you had anticipated someone who looked like your dad. Slightly overweight and with already greying hair. Nobody could have prepared you for how attractive John actually was. Shoulder long, slightly wavy dark hair, a perfectly trimmed beard and dark attentive eyes. He was tall, at least one foot taller than you and although most of his body was hidden under an elegant black suit, you knew that we was well build. Although he was still talking to your father and hadn’t paid you any attention at all, you immediately sat up more straight. Your father noticed that and smiled.

,,John, I want you to meet my daughter (y/n), she will keep us company this evening“

You smile calm and politely, although your heart was beating like crazy.

,,Nice to meet you (y/n)“ You nearly shudder as you hear his rich, deep voice. As he shakes your hand, you can’t help but notice how small it looks in his palm.

,,Nice to meet you too Mr. wick“

Your voice is more quiet than usual and you feel like you could melt under his gaze.

After the introduction he sat down at the table.

During the whole time as he was reading the wine card, you could only stare at him, noticing how his brows furrowed slightly as he red though the different wines. Nervously you play with your napkin on the table. After a few minutes you three order food. ,,and I also have the Chateu Margaux“ John ads calmy. ,,I‘ll have a glass too“ you quicky add. John’s gaze met yours and you smile nervously. ,,good taste“ he comments with a slight smile. You return the smile and could feel yourself blushing at the compliment. After the waiter is gone, John and your father start to talk about business, but you felt John’s gaze every few minutes resting on you, causing you to cross your legs under the table. You shudder as your legs accidentally brush against each other under the table. Luckily and also surprisingly your father didn’t notice any of the stolen glances between you two. After a few minutes the tension became too much for you and you excused yourself to the toilet.

As you entered the huge marble bathroom you were luckily alone. As you breathed out all tension seemed to disappear from your body. You turned to the big mirror and touched your cheeks, noticing that they were burning.

,,Jesus“ you murmur to yourself, while leaning against the Mable counter. You shook your head and couldn’t help but giggle. Never before you’ve been so stunned by a man you only met half an hour ago. Of course you’ve met lots of handsome man as the only daughter of a mafia boss, but no one had such a strong effect on you as John.

For minutes you stood in the empty bathroom, mentally replaying every gaze between John and you. You had to be delusional, certainly he, a over 50 year old hitman wasn’t interested in a young mafia princess, who was also the daughter of his good friend. You finally broke free from your trance as another woman entered the bathroom. You smiled tensely at her and noticed with mild annoyance the wetness that had collected in your panties at the thoughts of John ,,Fuck“ you muttered quietly and played with the thought of getting yourself off quicky, but then you only refreshed your make up fixed your hair and pushed up your boobs slightly in the strapless dress and left the bathroom, feeling slightly more confident.

The confidence stopped as soon as you retuned to the table and met John’s gaze. Was it imagination or did he look actually hungrily at you?. You couldn’t help but feel caught because of your thoughts about him. You sat down again and only a few minutes later the food arrived. During dinner you tried to bring as much to the conversation between John and your father as possible, which brought you approving looks from your father. He was probably proud that you were finally interested in the family business, when instead you just wanted to get closer to the attractive hitman sitting with you at the table.

,,you raised her good“ John said after a while to your father, who smiled while you were beaming too under his praise.

,,Yes, I am very proud of her“

Your father confirmed. ,,and in a year she will marry Tarasov’s Son, bringing our families together“

,,Ah“ John commented with a neural voice.

,,I am not marrying him by choice“

You threw in quicky.

,,But you will“ your father said with a certain amount of coldness in his voice.

You sighed and turned back to your food.

After you three finished eating, your father invited John spontaneously back your mansion and you couldn’t hide your happy smile at the thought of spending more time with John, although it was in your fathers presence. Your father paid and you left the restaurant.

As you stood outside, your eyes widened.

,,is this yours?“ you asked and pointed to the sleek black mustang.

,,this is yours?“ you asked while your eyes wandered over its curves. It was a beautiful car and very fitting to John. Elegant but powerful.

John chuckled as he noticed your enthusiasm.

,,it is“ he confirmed while nodding.

You bit your lip.

,,can I maybe drive with you?“

You asked while coyly looking up at his face.

,,if your father allows it, why not?“

You turned around to your father

,,Daddy? Can I drive with John?“

You asked him while giving him your best puppy eyes.

He sighed

,,sure why not, But John, promise me that you take care of her. I‘m serious. If anything happens to her on the way to my mansion, I will kill you and I won’t care about that you are a professional hitman“

John chuckled and again I couldn’t help but shudder

,,I promise, our little princess will not be harmed“

,,our“ not ,,your“

You had to suppress a giggle.

Wordlessly John opened the passenger door for you and then walked around the mustang to get to the drivers door.

You sighed as you sank into the soft leather seats. The inside of the car was warm and you felt safe and secure.

,,seatbelt on” John ordered as he sat down in the drivers seat.

You pouted but he didn’t fold.

,,I’m serious about keeping you safe. Nothing will happen to you ”

Stunned by his protectiveness you put on the seatbelt and John started the car.

You couldn’t suppress your smile as the engine roared to love and the headlights went on. The cassette player also went on and quiet rock music filled the car. As you look over to your driver, you saw a faint smirk on his face. You two drove off though the strongly lit streets of New York City.

,,you know where my dad and I live?“ you asked him and he nodded while keeping his eyes on the busy street. After a bit you started to humm along to some 80s Hardrock song.

,,Guns n Roses? I wouldn’t have thought of you as someone who listens to that kind off stuff“

You smiled ,,well, Mr. Wick. You‘ve known me only for about five hours. There are many things you don’t know about me“.

Ypu look at him and he meets your gaze, because of a traffic light, his face is bathed in red light and the darkness in the car made the whole moment seemed even more intimate.You fought back the urge to place your hand on his thigh. After a bit the car left the busy city and the streets became darker and emptier.

,,you should have turned left“ you noticed as John drove in the opposite direction.

,,I know. But I also know a better Route“ he answered.

,,I probably shouldn’t trust a hitman saying that. You could kill me“

,,I could. But I could also do many other things with you“

His voice was calm, but you noticed how he gripped the steering will more tightly.

Immediately mages of him bending you over the hood of the Mustang flooded your mind and you bit your lip. One round bend over the hood and a second in the backseats sounded not bad. Inconspicuous you tried to take a look at said space. John chuckled.

,,This aren’t the thoughts of a good girl Mrs. (y/l/n). What would your father say?“ he taunted you playfully.

,,well luckily for you Mr. Wick, I am not a good girl“

He chuckled again:,, yeah, figured that out already. Little minx“

,,only for you Mr. Wick“ you practically purred ,,can I choose a song?“

,,Sure. You can connect that Casette to your phone“ he instructed you.

You connected your phone to his car and quicky found the right song. ,,Ordinary life“ by the weekend started to play.

,,you know, if I red the signs correctly I would almost say that you are offering me something“

John said after the first verse of the song.

,,maybe I am“ you answered him with a smirk.

,,Fuck you will be the death of me“ he muttered. Your eyes met and wordlessly he drove to the side of the road.

As soon as the the car stopped you reached over the middle console.

,,does this car have lights on the inside?“ you asked as you tried to find the zipper of his pants.

,,Sadly no, I‘d love to get a better view of you you swallowing my cock“ Johns voice was rough.

,,dammit, where the hell is the zipper?“

,,wait, let me help you“ John sounded amused as he slapped your hands away lightly, then you heard finally the promising noise and felt him move to free his cock. Quicky you opened your seatbelt, which had been digging into your shoulder and leaned again over the middle console. Then your hands found his errection and you couldn’t help but be amazed by its size and girth. Slowly you started to stroke it, firstly with one hand, then with two. John let out a quiet growl and his hand found its way into your hair.

,,Just like that“ he muttered darkly. After you felt the pre cum on his tip you licked your lips and wrapped them without a warning around him. He gasped in suprised and you started to twirl your tongue playfully around his member while he tightened his grip on your hair.

,,(y/n)“ he whispered, sounding a bit breathless.

You kept licking him until you finally took him deeper in your mouth and started to suck. A low moan left johns mouth and the sound of it alone made you wet. Slowly you started to massage his thighs and took him deeper, nearly deepthroating him.

,,Just like that. Good girl, take my cock“

He muttered, his voice was rough and sounded a bit strained. You got faster als started to bob your head, taking him deeper in your mouth. John moaned again as you ran your tongue over a prominent vein on his cock and you could feel that we was greeting closer. You swallowed around him and kept going. The car was still parked on the side of the road and it was completely silent except for Johns groans or moans and the wet sounds of your mouth.

,,I‘m close“ the warned breathlessly and tried to pull you off him, but you didn’t obey and kept going until his hips started to buck uncontrollably. You took a deep breath through the nose to prepare yourself, then he came with a hoarse moan. You took everything and swallowed obediently. Then you let yourself get pulled up by him and your eyes met. John was still panting as he starred at you

,,you are incredible“ he said quietly and wiped something from the corner of your mouth.

,,Thank you sir“ you whispered back.

He laughed quietly

,,keep calling me that while looking at me like that and I fulfill that fantasy of yours with the backseat“

,,I‘d love to“

He shook his head, then closed his pants.

,,Not today, little one.I‘ll have to get you home to your father“

You pouted but, then returned to the passengers seat.

He restarted the engine and his hand squeezed your thigh as you drove through the night.

Fifteen minutes later you reached the huge mansion where your father was already waiting for you.

,,Thank god, I was already getting worried. Why the hell did it take you so long?“

,,Empty gasoline tank. We had to do a little stop“ John lied effortlessly.

Your father only nodded.

,,Good, I hope (y/n) behaved. I know she can be a bit feisty, always looking for trouble“

,,Yeah, she’s got one hell of a tongue“

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arece · 1 year

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Late Arrival

♤ John Wick x platonic!f!reader (father/daughter duo???) series masterlist

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♤ Summary: You accidentally kill a man after he attacks you, only to discover he's the son of a very dangerous and powerful gang leader. Your safety is now entrusted in the hands of John Wick. (2.6k)

♤ Warnings: Attempted assault (not successful or too detailed), John Wick violence and death, descriptions of injuries and blood.

♤ a/n: This is possibly one part of many. I roughly have a whole series planned out but would like to see if others are interested in it before I fully commit to it. If you have any thoughts or requests of what you'd like to see with these two, request away!

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The bright crimson leaked a trail down the alley towards you and you threw yourself back in a last ditch effort to keep it away from you. There was already enough blood on your hands which you desperately tried to wipe away, it was too late they were already stained.

What you did finally hit you as you caught sight of the bloodied pipe tossed to the side of the now mangled body. “Fuck.” You almost start heaving as your breathing begins to pick up. Where did he even come from?

You were on your latest job for Aurelio, stealing whatever parts he needed for his latest design. He came upon you when you naively tried to steal from him months ago, when he caught you he seemed the furthest thing from pissed.

Highly amused he thought a crafty thief of a fourteen year old was good for his business. He took you in dubbing you the ‘street rat’ and you ran his errands. It was better than living on the streets, surviving off of scraps like you’d been for the last two years. Although weary of the man and his definitely not-so-legal work, you agreed to join.

Being discreet was your biggest ally, being so young you were mistaken for just a regular kid which made it easier to hide away in plain sight, stealing from the unsuspecting. After living on the streets for so long you liked to think you knew the city inside out.

Twisting through alleyways was the perfect way to remain out of sight, it was also the perfect way to get attacked. You were leaning against the wall, catching your breath after almost getting caught from your latest heist.

You may have laughed at the guy when he walked right past you, pissed off, clueing him on who stole from him. You could only think about how annoyed Aurelio was gonna be with you as you ran two extra blocks.

You noticed a shadow moving closer to you from the corner of your eye, before you could move one arm wrapped around your midsection yanking you to a chest and another covering your mouth.

You jab your elbow straight into your attackers ribs, causing them to release you but not before tossing you further back into the alley near a dumpster. You scrambled up and managed to catch sight of the person.

It was a guy, roughly in his twenties. He was tall but lanky and dressed in a way that screamed ‘douchey-rich’. The type of kids who thought they were the shit before getting robbed by the small group of street kids.

“What the fuck do you want? I didn’t take shit.” You had assumed he was one of the guys' lackeys. You realized you were wrong when a sickly smirk grew on his face, his eyes slightly crazed.

He walked closer to you and you backed up until you bumped into the dumpster. He seemed to only get more excited when he saw how scared you grew which only increased the sick feeling you felt festering. “I’m only here for some fun.”

He lunged at you, knocking you to the ground and your head slammed against the concrete. Vision blurred as you watched his wandering hands reach for you. No, no, no. You couldn’t tell if you were screaming but he still covered your mouth with one hand.

Your head turned to the side and by the corner of the dumpster you saw a lone metal pipe. Slowly, your left hand reaches for it, fingertips brushing against the cold metal before you fully have it in your grasp.

You move your hold to the middle of it and use all your strength to hit the end against the side of his head. He falls against you and you cry out, shoving him off you in a panic. Everything feels hazy and faraway.

You stand on unsteady feet now holding onto the pipe with both hands, raising it above your head you let out a sob and smash it down on his head. Again. Again. Over and over till you lose your strength and your lungs give out from your wails.

You dropped the metal beside his caved in head and fell back to the ground. Wiping the blood away desperately you scooch back from the swirling crimson puddle coming from him. Something catches the light momentarily.

A silver pin was on his jacket now tainted with his blood. You choked on your breath when you caught sight of the symbol on it - a card spade. Now you were really in for it, you just killed the son of one of the most influential gangs. Aurelio said they were second to The High Table. You didn’t know much about either but the fear in his eyes spoke volumes.

Pocketing the pin, you stumble up still in a daze. You smear trickles of blood over your face when you roughly shove your hair back. You had a lot to explain to Aurelio, maybe he’ll decide you weren’t worth the risk. Afterall, you’re as good as dead now.

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You stood in front of the garage shop, the definition of a mess. Clothes ripped, hair knotted, drenched in blood, and you were pretty sure your head was busted open from the earlier fall. Aurelio rushed out, pushing past the others to reach you.

“What the fuck happened?” He eyed you over, his worry breaking through his angered demeanor. You numbly reached into your pocket and held out the bloodied spade pin, “I didn’t mean to.”

He did a once over of the pin and you before shoving one of the chairs beside him, “fuck.” You slightly flinch back but remain unaffected otherwise as you stared blankly ahead. He rubs a hand over his face, catching sight of a gold coin atop his desk.

“I have a favor to call in.” He walks off into his office quickly, muttering to one of the guys about getting you something to clean up with as he reaches for his phone. You're handed a damp rag but just hold it as you listen in to bits and pieces of Aurelio’s phone call.

You mostly make out rough grumbling but catch some words. “Favor…come and see… accident - he tried to…” You stop listening in after that, shutting your eyes tightly in an attempt to block out everything that just happened.

You don’t know how long you stood there but were interrupted by Aurelio clearing his throat. Your eyes snap open to see him awkwardly gesturing to the rag you held in your grasp. “Not gonna clean up?”

You shake your head and toss it to the side, it didn’t matter no matter how much you scrubbed the blood would remain, hands forever tainted with a reddish hue. “Who were you talking to?”

He pulled up the chair he pushed to the side earlier and brushed your question off.

His hands clasped together, his leg bouncing up and down in an anxious frenzy, “do you wanna talk about-”

“No.” You snapped firmly. You shocked yourself with the aggression you showed towards him. You shrunk back in guilt. Aurelio seemed to understand as he changed back to the question you asked earlier.

“I called in a favor. Who you killed, you’re gonna need someone to keep you safe and he can.” Your heart dropped in realization, you were right, Aurelio thought you were too much of a risk and was pawning you off to some stranger.

In the end you couldn’t really blame him, you had severely fucked up yet you couldn’t help but feel the burning sting of betrayal and hurt. He had taken you in, fed you, housed you, and taught you. Now you were being thrown out so easily. “If the Spade’s are so powerful, how is some guy supposed to protect me?”

It felt like a childish jab, like you were one step away from pouting your bottom lip out. Aurelio sighed and brushed a hand over the top of his head. “He’s John Wick,” he slightly scoffed, a ghost of a grin on his face like he’s on some inside joke.

Your brows furrowed, now frustrated by how amused he seemed at the prospect of your imminent death. Your hands formed fists, the now dried blood flaking off at your knuckles reminding you of the state you were in. “Who the fuck is John Wick?”

“Him.” You looked behind you to see a tall man standing at the entrance in an all black suit. You hadn’t even heard him come in - you really needed to work on people being able to sneak up on you so easily.

He was older, late forties to mid fifties. Shoulder length hair and a full beard that had odd patches dipping near his mouth. The man was stoic, a displeased frown that you could tell sat permanently on his face from the way it suited him.

His displeasure seemed to grow as he observed you before turning back to Aurelio, “she’s a kid.” You huffed out, not liking how he brushed off your presence, “yeah, real observant asshole.” Aurelio glared at you while John continued to ignore you.

“She is. Look, they're going to come after her and we both know I can’t do shit - but you.” John surveyed you again. You felt uncomfortable under his gaze but refused to back down, standing tall. You weren’t gonna let him intimidate you, not after what happened today.

He seemed to find what he was looking for, nodding at Aurelio. “Let’s go,” he grabs the coin from Aurelio before heading out the garage, waiting for you to follow. You began to feel panic crawling up your throat at the idea of leaving with this guy.

You turned to Aurelio, begging with your eyes as you felt your eyes burning, a threat to possible tears. You were scared, god were you scared. Aurelio shook his head, muttering a small, “go” before heading back into his office.

You sniffed, grabbing the stupid part you stole for him and threw it at one of the windows, shattering it. You were hoping for a reaction but was met with complete silence. He gave up on you.

You followed after John in defeat. He got you into the passenger seat of his Boss 429. While he pulled out he reached into the center console and tossed you some wipes to clean off the blood. You had a feeling it was something he frequently experienced.

You roughly wiped at the dried blood, you wouldn’t be able to clean all of it off but this will do for now. “Where are you taking me?”

He stared at the road ahead, only sparing you a small glance through the rearview mirror, “the Continental.” His answer was short and blunt, getting information out of him will be hard but you’re persistent.

“What’s the Continental.” Without a moment passing, “a hotel.” You frowned and carelessly let the blood stained wipes fall to the bottom of the car. If he was bothered by it he didn’t say anything. “How’s a hotel supposed to protect me?”

“It’s discreet.” The way he answered in riddles further annoyed you. Your trust in him was short, you don’t know what Aurelio gave him, just the gold coin? Either way it seemed small considering the gang he’d have to go up against and just for you.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” He shook his head. You leaned back in your seat and lifted your legs to rest on the console. No point in fighting this now, you were trapped in the car with him.

Without looking he pushed your legs back down, paying no mind to your glare. “Not safe.” You scoffed, yet listened to him and kept your feet down. “I’m being hunted down after killing some asshole and have to rely on you. I think the car is the least of my worries.”

He lightly snorted at your jab but was cut off by a car slamming into you guys from the back. His arm shot out in front of you, holding you back from flying forward. “You alright?” You breathlessly nodded, watching as he looked back.

He reached back into the console, this time pulling out a gun. He unbuckled you and pushed you down below the window view. “Stay down,” he orders you before getting out of the car, the sounds of gunshots firing immediately.

You weren’t able to follow his orders for long when the cracked back windshield was shattered. You flinched back down, covering your head with your arms. One of the men in all black tactical gear crawled in towards you.

Your eyes widened, frantically you reach blindly behind you until your hand manages to grab ahold of the door handle. You yank on it just as the man reaches to pull you by your leg, falling out of the car backwards and hitting your already injured head.

You kick at his wrist in an attempt to break free though it was little use. With blurred vision he reached for your arms and pulled you upright. You punched at his shoulders, arms, ribs, anything you could reach as panic filled you at the all too familiar scene playing out.

John turned back from cutting one of the men down with their own knife at the sound of your scream. He was met with you in a mercenary's grip, trying to escape while he tried to search you over.

He flipped the knife around, tightening his grip around it as he strode back over to the car. His steps were silent enough that the mercenary didn’t look up until it was too late. He pulled at the arm wrapped around yours, bending until he heard a satisfying snap.

The man yelled out and you were released from his grip. You fell to the ground and John grabbed the man by his now broken arm until he was close enough to plunge the blade straight through his throat.

Blood sprayed over the both of you as you frantically crawled backwards. John let the body drop and turned to see you looking at the bodies all around with a crazed look in your eye. He knelt down to your level and reached for your shoulder.

You began to thrash around wildly, shrieking for him to let you go. “Stop- hey, hey,” He tried to call out to you as he wrapped you tightly in his grip, preventing the possibility of you accidentally hurting yourself.

He held on as you sobbed. You gripped onto him as you came to, not wanting him to let go. “I got you, kid. I got you now.” You heaved into his chest and he clutched the back of your sore head in a soft hold.

After you had settled he cautiously released you and looked you over to make sure you weren’t physically hurt. He gently moved your face to the side, wiping the fresh blood away to take a closer look at the back of your head.

“We’ll get the Doctor to look at that,” he stood up, pulling you with him. He wrapped his arm around you to guide you back to the car that was now severely damaged. You didn’t have the energy to question him, you just let him buckle you in and place his jacket over you.

You curled up in your seat and let yourself fall asleep under his watchful eye. You don’t know how the Spade’s have found you so quickly. All you did know was that trusting him was all you had left.

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