Summary: Meeting John again after 5 years at a grocery store of all places wasn’t how you imagined your Tuesday night.
Pairing: John Wick / F!Reader
Warnings: a hint of angst in the beginning, some fluff?
A/N: I wrote this on my phone lol This is for @autumnleaves1991-blog #WriterWednesday 😌
It had been a long week.
You had been in Paris, Rome and then back to NYC. One might think you had more than enough money to afford some takeout. Hell, you could afford having a private cook at home.
But after a week of contracts and different time zones the only way you really got to come down and relax was cooking.
You had moved just outside of New York a month ago, without much time to get to know the neighborhood. You were working on getting yourself out. Out of the underworld that was the high table. Out of taking contracts. Out of being hired to kill.
You were good, maybe the best. Having worked hard ever since… You sighed. It had been a while since you thought about him. John.
It’s been more than five years since you saw him last. After the thing he did for Tarasov he had earned the chance to quit. Not that anyone would have been brave or stupid enough to deny the Boogeyman.
Once upon a time, when you were young, foolish and so helplessly in love with him, you thought that he would be the one. At night, when you thought about your life you still dreamed about the big what if.
What if he hadn’t left?
What if you had told him how you felt?
What if he would have felt the same?
You knew it had been a bad idea from the start. Letting your relationship with John get intimate. You worked perfect professional wise. But working as a hired gun is lonely. And John had just been there. Always. You shook your head, killing the engine of your car.
He’s was your past.
While the Thai curry recipe you wanted to cook tonight was your future.
There was something calm about empty grocery stores. It was just after 9pm on a Tuesday but it could also been midnight from the lack of people at the store.
Quiet music was playing as you pushed the cart down the aisle, filling it with everything you craved. You chose to ignore the 4 bottles of red wine you had in there for yourself. Your birthday was coming up and without any friends you would make wine your friend for one weekend before you had to leave for another contract in Taiwan.
Looking down at the list you wrote for the ingredients you didn’t see him at first. Which was hilarious cause he had been looking at you for a while now. You stopped walking, checking if you were now hallucinating.
John Wick was standing with a bottle of wine under his arm and a crappy microwave meal in the other looking at you.
He looked older, a couple of wrinkles around his eyes as his lips twitched into a small smile when you finally spotted him.
You felt like you were under water. You never thought you would see him again. The last thing you heard was that was he divorced from his wife and was now the owner of a book shop. It would have been easy to find him, but you were scared. Of what exactly, you didn’t know.
“John…” you whispered as he slowly walked towards you. He was wearing dark jeans, a gray Henley and a brown leather jacket. His hair was longer, you liked it that way.
“Hey,” he said when he was standing in front of you. You looked up, still awestruck.
“Sorry. I’m trying to figure out if you’re real or if that’s mafioso in Rome earlier this week hit my head harder than I thought,” you said and he chuckled.
“Rome huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Santino still a pain in the ass?”
You groaned. “Ugh, you have no idea.”
You both laughed.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“Moved here a week ago. Finally sold the house after we finalized the divorce.”
“I’m sorry,” instinctly you reached over, squeezing his arm. A sad smile came to his lips as he sighed.
“Yeah. I’m sorry too. But we weren’t making each other happy. She deserves better. And… I wasn’t 100% in it too.”
You nodded, not really knowing what you should say. You spotted the microwave meal in his hand and made a face.
“You really wanna eat that?”
“That’s what the wine is for. To make it bearable.”
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Looking down at your grocery list you sucked your bottom lip in.
“How about you put that away and join me for a late dinner?” You offered quietly.
“I don’t want to intrude…”
“Hey I offered. I know how much you liked my cooking Jonathan,” you winked and he chuckled before he out the meal away.
“I missed you,” he said, putting the bottle of wine into your cart as he stepped closer. You could smell his aftershave, his hand coming up to your cheek. You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply. You felt his lips on your forehead and opened your eyes.
Summary: Meeting John again after 5 years at a grocery store of all places wasn’t how you imagined your Tuesday night.
Pairing: John Wick / F!Reader
Warnings: a hint of angst in the beginning, some fluff?
A/N: I wrote this on my phone lol This is for @autumnleaves1991-blog #WriterWednesday 😌
It had been a long week.
You had been in Paris, Rome and then back to NYC. One might think you had more than enough money to afford some takeout. Hell, you could afford having a private cook at home.
But after a week of contracts and different time zones the only way you really got to come down and relax was cooking.
You had moved just outside of New York a month ago, without much time to get to know the neighborhood. You were working on getting yourself out. Out of the underworld that was the high table. Out of taking contracts. Out of being hired to kill.
You were good, maybe the best. Having worked hard ever since… You sighed. It had been a while since you thought about him. John.
It’s been more than five years since you saw him last. After the thing he did for Tarasov he had earned the chance to quit. Not that anyone would have been brave or stupid enough to deny the Boogeyman.
Once upon a time, when you were young, foolish and so helplessly in love with him, you thought that he would be the one. At night, when you thought about your life you still dreamed about the big what if.
What if he hadn’t left?
What if you had told him how you felt?
What if he would have felt the same?
You knew it had been a bad idea from the start. Letting your relationship with John get intimate. You worked perfect professional wise. But working as a hired gun is lonely. And John had just been there. Always. You shook your head, killing the engine of your car.
He’s was your past.
While the Thai curry recipe you wanted to cook tonight was your future.
There was something calm about empty grocery stores. It was just after 9pm on a Tuesday but it could also been midnight from the lack of people at the store.
Quiet music was playing as you pushed the cart down the aisle, filling it with everything you craved. You chose to ignore the 4 bottles of red wine you had in there for yourself. Your birthday was coming up and without any friends you would make wine your friend for one weekend before you had to leave for another contract in Taiwan.
Looking down at the list you wrote for the ingredients you didn’t see him at first. Which was hilarious cause he had been looking at you for a while now. You stopped walking, checking if you were now hallucinating.
John Wick was standing with a bottle of wine under his arm and a crappy microwave meal in the other looking at you.
He looked older, a couple of wrinkles around his eyes as his lips twitched into a small smile when you finally spotted him.
You felt like you were under water. You never thought you would see him again. The last thing you heard was that was he divorced from his wife and was now the owner of a book shop. It would have been easy to find him, but you were scared. Of what exactly, you didn’t know.
“John…” you whispered as he slowly walked towards you. He was wearing dark jeans, a gray Henley and a brown leather jacket. His hair was longer, you liked it that way.
“Hey,” he said when he was standing in front of you. You looked up, still awestruck.
“Sorry. I’m trying to figure out if you’re real or if that’s mafioso in Rome earlier this week hit my head harder than I thought,” you said and he chuckled.
“Rome huh?”
“Yeah.”
“Santino still a pain in the ass?”
You groaned. “Ugh, you have no idea.”
You both laughed.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“Moved here a week ago. Finally sold the house after we finalized the divorce.”
“I’m sorry,” instinctly you reached over, squeezing his arm. A sad smile came to his lips as he sighed.
“Yeah. I’m sorry too. But we weren’t making each other happy. She deserves better. And… I wasn’t 100% in it too.”
You nodded, not really knowing what you should say. You spotted the microwave meal in his hand and made a face.
“You really wanna eat that?”
“That’s what the wine is for. To make it bearable.”
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. Looking down at your grocery list you sucked your bottom lip in.
“How about you put that away and join me for a late dinner?” You offered quietly.
“I don’t want to intrude…”
“Hey I offered. I know how much you liked my cooking Jonathan,” you winked and he chuckled before he out the meal away.
“I missed you,” he said, putting the bottle of wine into your cart as he stepped closer. You could smell his aftershave, his hand coming up to your cheek. You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply. You felt his lips on your forehead and opened your eyes.
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Imagine you're a housewife/or girlfriend and you're just bored at home with the dogs and you send John cute selfies through out the day while he's out on business trips to remind him of his prize <3
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