joel miller x daughter!reader
— grumpy dad headcanons.
you're crazy if you think that he will let you go out on patrol without ellie or tommy, or at least with someone who he trusted with you. of course, he's paranoid about losing his only chance at redeeming himself as a father; so he's not going to take any risks at losing it.
if a clicker even comes remotely close to you, he will snap and take it down in the blink of an eye. half of the time, you didn't even have a chance to recognize that there was a clicker nearby.
although it doesn't happen much with him around, there have been some times when you have gotten hurt. whenever you were hurt or injured, he would always take the time to care for you delicately, like you were the most precious flower.
he hates to see you cry, no matter what the reason may be. it brings him back to sarah's cries, and he'll do anything in his power to comfort you and calm you back down.
when you're old enough to start dating, you'll have to sneak around late at night while he is sleeping. you'll also have to sneak around ellie and tommy until you're clear from the jackson grounds. but, of course, he'd find out about it later on; and he wouldn't be too pleased about the fact that you hid that you were dating someone.
AN: Here is John tryin not to strangle the life out of you while he is trying to HELP YOU.
Two years later
You stir awake sometime in the middle of the night, groaning softly as a sharp pain shoots through your abdomen and low back. At first, you figure it's just another one of those common aches and pains that come with being pregnant. But as it persists, getting more intense and coming in regular waves, realization dawned on you that it’s not ordinary pain. This is something different. Something more. You’re going into labor.
You take a moment to breathe through the pain, trying to calm yourself and assess the situation. But the pain is becoming more and more intense, and you know it’s not going to be easy to go through this on your own. You carefully sit up in bed, wincing as another wave of pain washes over you, and reach out to gently shake your husband awake.
“John,” you call out softly, your voice a little shaky. “John, wake up. I think I’m.... I think it’s time.”
John stirs at the sound of your voice and the feeling of you shaking him gently. He groans, his eyes fluttering open, and for a moment he’s disoriented, struggling to wake up from a deep sleep.
“Wha- what’s wrong?” he mutters, his voice groggy and sleep-filled. “What's going on?”
You try to keep your voice steady, though you can’t help the hint of pain and worry that slips into it.
“It’s... it’s the baby, I think I’m in labor,” you say, wincing as another wave of pain hits you. “The contractions are coming fast and they’re really strong.”
John's eyes fly open fully, the last remnants of sleep disappearing as he sits up abruptly in bed. He looks at you, his expression shifting from groggy to alert and concerned. He instantly knows the situation is serious, and his protective instincts kick in full force.
“Are you sure? How long have you been having contractions?” he asks urgently.
You take a deep breath and try to recall when the pain started. It’s hard to think straight with the intensity of the contractions, but you do your best to recall the events of the night.
“I’m not sure,” you admit, your voice a little tight with pain. “I think they started about an hour or so ago. But they’ve gotten much worse since then. I think... I think it’s really happening.”
John’s face tightens at your words, his worries confirmed. He can see the pain etched in your eyes, and it only increases his concern. He gently takes your hand in his, holding it tightly as he tries to think clearly and come up with a plan.
“Okay,” he says, his voice calm yet urgent. “We need to stay calm and focus. We can do this. Have you tried timing the contractions? Do you know how far apart they are?”
“Fuck, John! Are you a doctor too now?!” You snap at him.
John glares at you for a moment, trying to keep his patience in check despite your snappy reply. He knows you’re scared and in pain, but he can’t help feeling a twinge of annoyance at being snapped at right now. He takes a deep breath and responds calmly.
“No, I’m not a doctor, but I know a few things about childbirth. Timing the contractions is important. It will give us a better idea of how far along you are and how much time we have before the baby comes.”
You take a deep breath, trying to hold back any further snappy comments, and nod in understanding. You know he’s trying to help, and you need all the help you can get right now.
“Okay, I haven’t been timing them,” you admit, wincing as another wave of pain hits you. “But they’re coming really close together now. Maybe every 2-3 minutes. And they’re really, really strong.”
John’s eyes narrow at your description of the contractions. Every 2-3 minutes is very close together, and being very strong is not a good sign. He can see the fear in your eyes now, and he squeezes your hand reassuringly.
“Alright, that’s good,” he says, his voice steady and reassuring. “You’re doing great. Just breathe and stay calm. I’ll grab some essentials and we’ll get you set up here. We can’t go to the hospital, so we’ll have to do this at home.”
You nod, trying to keep your courage up, but the thought of giving birth at home, without any medical help, is terrifying. You squeeze John’s hand and try to push down the fear that threatens to rise up.
“Is there anything I can do to prepare?” you ask, a slight tremble in your voice. “Any pain management techniques or anything? A-And why can’t we go to the hospital?”
John takes a deep breath, his expression a little grim. He can see the fear in your eyes and he hates that he can’t just take you to the hospital. But he knows it’s out of the question for a variety of reasons. He rubs your hand soothingly as he tries to explain.
“There are some things we can do to make this easier, don’t worry,” he says, his voice calm and reassuring. “But as for why we can’t go to the hospital.... It’s complicated. Let me just focus on getting us set up here, and I’ll explain later, okay?”
You nod, though your mind is already racing with a thousand thoughts. You’re scared, terrified even, but at the same time you trust John implicitly. If he says you can’t go to the hospital, then it must be for a good reason. And in your current state, you’re not sure you could make the journey anyway.
“Okay,” you manage to say, your voice quivering slightly. “Just... be quick. Please.”
John nods and gives your hand another comforting squeeze before he quickly gets up from the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, his voice firm and reassuring. “Just stay as calm as you can, alright? Focus on your breathing.”
He disappears into the hallway, leaving you alone in the bedroom for a moment. The silence in the room is almost deafening, interrupted only by your soft moans of pain as another contraction hits you.
As John moves quickly down the hallway, he mutters to himself, half sarcastic and half focused on the task at hand.
“Of course, you’d have to go and have a baby in the middle of the fucking night. Couldn’t have waited until morning, huh? Just had to make things more complicated. Classic Y/N.”
He quickly gathers the essentials he’ll need: some towels, a change of sheets, and a small basin of warm water.
With the supplies in hand, John returns to the bedroom, his mind racing with preparations for the impending birth. He sees you lying in the bed, wincing as another contraction hits you, and he feels a pang of sympathy mixed with frustration.
“Sorry, Kitten,” he says, his voice a mixture of sarcasm and genuine concern. “Looks like it’s just you and me. No fancy hospital equipment or epidural for you.”
“Fuck you, John...are you punishing me for having this baby?! I still don’t understand why can’t we go to the goddamn hospital!” You say through gritted teeth.
John rolls his eyes as he places the items on the bedside table and starts to prepare the room for the birth.
“Oh, yeah, that's exactly it,” he retorts sarcastically. “I’m just so mad at you for having this baby that I’m making you go through this at home. Seriously, give me some credit.”
He glances up at you and sees the genuine confusion and frustration in your eyes.
“Look, I’ll explain everything later. Right now, we need to focus on getting you through this.”
You glare furiously at John, your patience completely frayed by the pain and the fear and his infuriating calmness.
“Oh, yeah, sure,” you snap back, your voice tight with pain. “Focus on getting me through this. Just focus on my breathing, right? That’ll make this completely bearable. How about you focus on answering my fucking question?”
John’s expression darkens at your outburst, his own patience starting to wear thin. Yes, you’re in pain and scared, but he’s doing his best here.
“Watch it, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low and warning. “I know you’re scared and in pain, but I’m trying to help here. I’ll answer your questions, but right now, we need to focus on the birth. Trust me, okay?”
You huff in frustration, the fear and pain making you even more irritable. You want answers, but you know you need him focused on the birth. So, you grumble angrily and try to focus on your breathing.
“Fine,” you mutter, your voice edged with anger. “But once this is all over, I want a damn good explanation.”
John exhales as he sees your frustration and anger. He understands that you’re scared, and he knows he’s not exactly making things easier. But for now, he pushes those thoughts aside and focuses on preparing you for the birth.
“You’re going to get your explanation,” he says, his voice a mix of mild irritation and determination. “But right now, I need you to concentrate. The baby’s coming, and we need to get through this together, alright?”
You nod reluctantly, your anger still bubbling just beneath the surface. You focus on your breathing, trying to find some sort of comfort in the monotonous rhythm. The contractions are getting stronger and closer together, and you can feel the baby getting closer with each passing minute.
“God, this is so fucking scary,” you mutter, your voice tight with pain and fear. “You did this to me, Constantine...I hate you so much right now.”
John rolls his eyes again as he continues to set things up in the room. He can’t help but feel a bit resentful at the situation. After all, he’s not the one in excruciating pain right now.
“Oh sure, blame me,” he mutters sarcastically. “Of course it’s my fault you’re in labor at 2:30 in the morning. I should’ve known better than to give in to your constant nagging for a baby. My bad.”
You glare at him, your anger flaring up at his sarcastic reply. You were the one who had been asking for a baby for years, but right now, in the middle of the most agonizing pain of your life, it suddenly seemed like the worst idea in the world.
“You bet your ass it’s your fault!” you snap. “You’re the one who had to plant that damn seed! You’re the one who got me pregnant!”
John raises an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of irritation and sarcasm. He knows this isn’t the time or place for arguing, but he can’t help but fire back.
“Oh really?” he retorts. “Did I somehow magically put the baby inside you just through willpower? Or did you, perhaps, play a significant role in the conception?”
The sudden gush of water startles you, your eyes widening in horror as you look down at the bed. The realization sets in, and panic starts to rise in your chest.
“Oh, shit... oh shit, it’s happening,” you mutter, your voice trembling. “What do I do? I can’t do this, John. Oh God, I can’t do this. I can’t-”
“Hey, hey, hey,” John interrupts, his voice steady and firm. “Look at me. You can do this, sweetheart. Just keep breathing, okay? You’re doing great.”
He moves quickly to your side, taking your hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. The worry in his eyes is clear, but he tries to keep his composure to keep you focused.
You grip his hand tightly, your breath coming in short, quick gasps as the pain intensifies. The panic in your eyes is still present, but you force yourself to focus on John’s voice and his steadiness.
“I-I’m scared,” you manage to say, your voice wobbling. “I don’t know if I can do this. It hurts so much…”
“I know it does,” John replies, his voice surprisingly reassuring. “But you’re strong, sweetheart. You’ve got this. I’m here with you every step of the way.”
He moves to the end of the bed, preparing himself for the birth. He locks eyes with you, his gaze steady and full of determination.
“Now, deep breaths, okay?” he says. “We’re almost there. You can do this, I promise.”
You nod, taking in a shaky breath as another contraction ripples through your body. The pain is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, but somehow, in the heat of the moment, you gather your courage.
“I-I can do this,” you mutter through gritted teeth, more to convince yourself than anyone else. “Just...just get this damn baby out of me already.”
John sees the desperation and pain in your eyes and quickly realizes you’re not in the best position for a comfortable birth. He glances at the bathtub in the corner of the room. Of course.
“Hey,” he says, his voice steady. “Do you want to move to the bathtub? It might be more comfortable, and the water will help soothe the pain.”
as you may know, hurricane debby has made landfall. unfortunately, we live in the state that this storm is targeting. although it appears as though we MAY be just outside of the worst of the storm, we're still going to make this post to say the following:
we MAY lose power. we're praying that we won't; but, if we do, you'll know why we may be a little bit inactive.
it may inflame our arthritis (yes, we have arthritis. it's called rheumatoid arthritis, and it sucks HUGE ass), so it could impact our ability to write/type.
storms are scary for us. since this is the first hurricane we're going to experience w/ this arthritis, we're very stressed & unsure of how our body is going to react to said storm.
sorry for so many updates recently, but we felt as though this was critical to post considering the hurricane quite literally just made landfall.
and also, we saw the new footage of TLOU s2 & OMFG the hype is so real. expect more TLOU stuff.
last thing: squid game s2 is also coming out soon, so we may get back into k-dramas and therefore may post some content for our favorites. we hope you can look forward to the many new content to come!
how would you guys feel about us writing more the last of us content? we feel like, since the second season of the hbo series is now being really hyped up (and, tbh, we're also really hyped for it), we're becoming more inspired to post works for the franchise until we are re-inspired to write more of the keanuverse characters.
of course, we're still going to write headcanons from time to time and create your requests for the characters. but, we'll most likely be slowing down on that fandom until our inspiration comes back.
so, our question is: would you be interested in more of the last of us headcanons/fics from us? please let us know, we're interested to hear your thoughts!
should we write more the last of us?
hells to the yeah
uh, no
Voting ended onAug 5, 2024
just to be clear: we're NOT quitting writing keanuverse characters, we just haven't had much inspiration to write for them recently; and, we've been finding ourselves growing more and more hyped to see season 2 of tlou.
it actually is a combination of the words "forever" and "euphoric"! i chose "forever" because it's the name of a song i've been listening to a lot recently. it's linked below if you wanna give it a listen ❣️
John and you engage in a bit of sexy banter before getting intimate, throughout the day, you get emotional about wanting a family with him.
“Hey, handsome…” Your voice echoed.
John’s smirk deepened as he watched you move across the room, your sexy hips swaying just the slightest bit as you approached him. “Don’t get any ideas, kitten. I’m too drunk for that.”
He took another swig from the whiskey bottle and offered it to you with a raised eyebrow. “Do you want some?”
Inwardly, John couldn’t help the surge of warmth he felt when you called him handsome. It was rare for someone to refer to him so affectionately. Still, he couldn’t let you see that, and his usual snarky facade was firmly in place.
You chuckled and straddled his lap before accepting the whiskey bottle from him and taking a sip. “Mhm, you should take it easy. I don’t want you dying on me.” You say as you hand him back the bottle.
John stared at you for a moment as you straddled his lap, his eyes traveling over your body with a hint of approval in his gaze. He took the bottle back from you and took a small sip, then set it aside.
He ran a hand through his dark hair, slightly tousled from his recent exorcism. “I’m not going anywhere, Kitten. I’ve already tried, and they won’t take me.” He shifted slightly under you, his hands resting on your hips, fingertips barely grazing your skin.
His voice turned a little softer, more playful. “Besides, what would you do without me, Y/N? You’d be lost without your dark knight to protect you from the angels, or drag you down to hell with me, wouldn’t you?”
You scoff and roll your eyes playfully before resting your forehead against his. “Well, yeah...can’t imagine living without your mean ass.”
John laughed softly and returned the playful headbutt, his hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck. “Then don’t.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, never quite allowing you to get a good taste of him. It was a tease, a promise of what was to come.
He pulled back, his eyes dancing with desire. A slow grin spread across his lips as he pulled you back more firmly onto his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You’re addicted, sweetheart. Like a junkie to their fix.”
You chuckled and buried your face against his chest, you tilted your head a bit to kiss his neck softly. “Hmm, I’m afraid I can’t deny that.”
John let out a soft groan as you kissed his neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. “Thought so, my dear. That’s why you can’t leave me, can you?”
He shifted you to sit more comfortably on his lap and pulled you in closer, giving in to the slow, building desire he felt. His hands roamed up your back, the tips of his fingers gently grazing the small of your back, then stroked down over your hips.
“What do you say we take your mind off all this nonsense and get in bed, Y/N?” He nuzzled his nose against the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your perfume mixed with your own aroma. “I think we both could use a good fucking.”
You giggled and bit your lip. “I’ve been looking forward to that all day long. BUT…”
John pulled back a bit to look at you, his eyes narrowing, waiting for the catch. “But?”
You looked into his eyes searchingly for a moment before mumbling. “You’ll have to give me a baby, please?” You pouted a bit.
John’s brow furrowed as you mentioned a baby, the seriousness of it causing his grin to falter for a moment.
“Y/N..." His eyes softened, and he couldn’t help but feel flattered that you wanted to have his child. “I wouldn’t be able to protect it from the demons that come for me. That’s a promise I can’t make.”
He ran a finger gently down your cheek, hating the pain he saw in your eyes when he said it. It was the truth, though, and he wouldn't lie to you. “There’s more than enough pain and suffering in this world. I don't want to bring a child into that. Believe me when I say I—”
You cut him off. “Goddamn it, John! I’m so sick of this! We’ve been married for 5 years now and whenever I mention this...you pull out the demons card. Can’t you see I need it?!”
John’s eyes widened for a moment before he released a deep, frustrated sigh. “Y/N, I'm not trying to—”
He paused as you continued, the pain in your voice hitting him like a ton of bricks. “Five years, hm? That’s a long time. I thought you understood. I can’t—”
He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, guilt and worry mixing with his desire. “I care about you more than anyone, sweetheart. I just don’t think it’s the right thing to do. I need to protect you from the dangers that come with this life.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “I promise I’ll try and find a way. But, I need you to trust me for now.”
You wiped your tears quickly before they fell and just nodded, because you know you will never win an argument with his fucking hard head. You let it go for now.
John’s grip on you tightened, feeling the tears you wiped away and hating that he was the reason for them. “We’ll find a way. I promise.”
He tenderly kissed the corner of your mouth, then pulled you in for a deep kiss, his other hand cupping the back of your head. There was a mix of apology and promise in it, something that said, ‘I won't let you down.’
He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. “Now, let’s get to bed before we act on the fucking part of your proposition.” He smirked, trying to lighten the mood and bring you back to your usual banter.
He stood up, keeping his arm around your waist to help you up. “Am I still annoying you, by the way? I’ll need to know if you still want me around.” He raised an eyebrow, gesturing for you to lead the way to the bedroom with a tilt of his head.
You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed him by his hand to the bedroom. “Hating to admit, but yeah. I don’t even know why I love you.” You murmured playfully.
John chuckled, letting you lead him to the bedroom, taking in the sight of your round ass swaying as you walked. He pulled you into his side as you entered the room, clearly checking you out.
“Well, that’s a mystery that I’ll have to continue to solve, Y/N. One kiss, one touch, one dark thought at a time.” He planted a kiss on your shoulder blade, before letting you go to stride over to the bed. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep you satisfied and hate me just enough for you to keep me around. It’s a delicate balance, but I’m rather good at it.”
John climbed onto the bed, laying on his back, his hands behind his head. “Come here, Y/N. I’ve got just the thing to keep you distracted from your baby cravings.”
You laughed softly before you started taking off your tight black skirt and button up blouse. “What Constantine? you’ll let me suck your cock?”
John’s gaze followed you as you undressed, his pants beginning to grow tight with his arousal. “I was thinking more along the lines of you spreading your legs for me and me pounding your sweet, tight pussy until you scream for mercy.”
A wolfish grin spread across his lips as he watched you, his eyes dark with desire. “But, if you want to suck my cock, I won’t say no to that, either. I’ll have to make this a marathon to pay you back for all the lost time, though.”
You bit your lip smiling as you now stand in your set of black lace lingerie, You slowly climbed onto the bed. “Mhm? Is that so?”
John’s eyes never left you as you climbed onto the bed, desire thick in the air between the both of you. He reached for you, pulling you between his legs. “Yes, that’s exactly so.”
He ran a hand up your thigh, his fingers grazing the edge of your lace panties. “But I’m willing to negotiate. What are you in the mood for, Y/N? Do you want me pounding your tight pussy, or do you want to taste my cock?”
He nipped at your neck, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “Tell me, my dear. Which is it tonight?”
You grinned and bit your lip, your hands reaching for his head, your fingers gently massaging his scalp. “Imma be greedy and ask for both.”
John chuckled softly, feeling your fingers in his hair. “You always know how to get to me, angel.”
He started to lower his head, intending to kiss his way down your body, but you interrupted him, and he smirked. “Alright, my greedy little kitten. But you’ll have to pay for it, of course.”
He pushed you down, making you rest your head on the pillows. “Spread them for me, Y/N. Show me your wet, tight pussy.”
He moved between your legs, his pants falling to the ground. “I’ll taste you first. You’ve been teasing me all day. I’m not about to pass up the chance to taste you.”
You grinned mischievously and squeezed your thighs together. “Oh yeah? Nope. Not feeling like it tonight.” Fucking liar, you want him to devour you.
John’s eyes flashed with annoyance, and he growled at you softly. “I told you, tease me, and you’ll regret it. Open up or I’ll have to come up with something else that’s going to make you regret it.”
He nipped at your inner thigh, making it clear he was serious. “You wouldn’t want me to bend you over this bed right now and pound that tight, wet little pussy of yours? Show me a little respect and open for me, Y/N.”
He pressed a kiss to your thigh, then began to nibble at the fabric of your panties, making an easy way to get you to spread.
You winced a bit and closed your eyes. “You’re no fun…” You slowly spread your legs for him and pout a little. “I wanted to tease you, you meanie…”
John smirked, feeling victorious, as you spread your legs. He loved teasing you as much as you loved teasing him. He moved closer, his lips grazing your skin, then stopped right before your clit. “Well, you’re mine, Y/N. And I’ll tease you whenever I damn please. But I appreciate the effort…”
He leaned in, gently at first, flicking his tongue over your clit, then sucked on it softly, pulling it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it. His hands roamed over your body, caressing you and pulling off your panties, tossing them to the side. “Are you enjoying this, Y/N? Or do you want me to stop?”
He licked up and down your folds, teasing your entrance before diving in with his tongue, making you gasp and arch your back.
You moaned and bucked your hips against his mouth involuntarily. “Fuck, John...don’t stop now.” You’re a mess beneath him right now.
John grinned, hearing you moan and buck against his mouth. He continued to pleasure you, alternating between licking and sucking at you until your hips were bucking wildly against his face.
“I told you I wouldn’t stop. This is what happens when you test my patience, angel. You get punished.”
Keanu reeves characters with a reader who just had to put down there childhood dog 😢
💌 a/n:: we got this request while we were recovering from covid, so apologies if there were any delays!
the keanuverse characters
— headcanons.
john wick
of course, this man's going to empathize with you. although he wouldn't know exactly what it was like to lose a childhood dog, he sure does know what it's like to lose a dog that meant wonders to him. he's going to be there with you while you grieve, and he'll occasionally stop by with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. you would save all of those flowers for as long as you could. because, when the flowers die, they make you think back to your dog. but, you couldn't let him know that.
jack traven
he's never really had any kind of dogs in his childhood, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't love them. he's going to be there for you whenever you need him. even after a grueling day working in the force, he will stop by just to visit you.
"I understand what it's like to lose someone close to you." he softly whispers to you, keeping his voice a low volume while speaking gently. but, somehow, that naturally deep voice of his would always get you distracted from the grief over your childhood friend, your dog.
john constantine
let's be honest, he's gonna be a bit of a dick about it. he'll make deadpanned jokes at you for crying so much over one little dog. he doesn't understand grieving, or why people do it.
how-ever, he will still listen to you when you need someone to cry to. he loves being there for you, but he can't feel sympathy or empathy, so he never knows how to respond to what you have to say.
tom ludlow
he'll always visit you in your home/apartment with a bottle of your favorite alcohol. despite being familiar with grief, he never learned how to cope well with it, leading to him using alcohol as a source of relief; to numb himself.
when he is there with you, he'll listen to you until he's really too drunk to coherently understand what you were saying. it will always be random times when he leaves, and he'd always leave the rest of the alcohol bottle with you as a "gift".
pairing — john wick x f!reader
content — 70% FLUFF 20% ANGST 5% SMUT
words — 2,284
dividers — @saradika-graphics
tagging — @feinv and @iovesia (srsly their blogs r what kept us inspired to finish this while sick, lol)
This is it.
The day hundreds of lives were ended so that John would be able to settle down in his life with you, the most precious thing that he’s ever had in his life. You’re like his rock that he’s never had growing up, and he wouldn’t dare risk allowing his bloody career to get in the way of the life that he could have with you. And now, everything that he had planned and gone through that day for this very ceremony was coming into fruition.
Today made it feel like everything he did that night was worth it: all of the lives he took, and the blood he had to so violently spill. Watching you walk down the aisle in the dream wedding dress he’d always imagined on you, kissing you slowly at the altar after you’ve shared your vows to seal your commitment after years of dating each other.
Hearing the marching music begin to fade in, John’s gaze flickered up to meet your own, even if it was covered slightly by the mesh of the white veil you were wearing. Lifting the veil up, John would flash you a smile full of warmth and affection; the most emotional smile the man was ever able to muster in his entire life — you could just see it behind his eyes.
“Do you, Mr. Jardani Jovonovich, take Ms. (Y/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife…” The Officiant asked, his attention focusing on John as he stood at the altar, holding onto your hands.
A few months earlier, John was in a much different place mentally. Instead of getting prepared for his wedding with you, he was preparing for his final assassination, the “impossible task”, as Viggo called it. Of course, John was more than willing to perform such a task, if it meant getting to settle down with the love of his life.
“You did well, Jonathan.” Viggo commented to John with his hands held behind his back.
“Thanks,” John replied with a small nod of his head, silently expecting Viggo to add onto his statement.
“I suppose you still want to be released from our organization?”
“Yeah.” He answered firmly, yet he still tried to keep himself level-headed after the adrenaline rush of the mission.
“Well, I wish you and your lover the best life.” Viggo replied to John before turning his back to him, holding his hands behind his own back while he stared out the large window that was just placed just behind the desk.
“Be seeing you, Mr. Wick.” He added in a colder voice than before. It was a tone that didn’t go unnoticed by John, but he didn’t care then. At least, not about this “family” he’d been stuck in since his childhood. No, now all that he cared about was the future he was about to lead with you.
In the shower at home, you were luckily not home that day, giving John the perfect chance to wash the blood away from his body. None of it was his blood, though. No, he was washing off the lives he’d ended a mere few hours ago. But, he was used to this feeling — he was used to killing, to seeing the red on his hands and chest after an exhausting mission.
And now, John tried to make himself focus on the plans he had made for today many months ago — to propose to (y/n), and make you his officially. That ring he got a few weeks ago? It was going to be used for this special day. His heart leaped when he opened up the box to check on the ring, the diamond shimmering brightly in the sunlight that seeped in through the nearby glass windows of the mansion he was now sharing with you. A smile painted itself across John’s lips as a reaction to the thoughts he began to have flooding through his mind of the day that would soon be in his future.
Then, just as he’s lost in thought, John’s head whipped up to the sound of the doorbell ringing, announcing your presence at the front door. Quickly hiding the box away from view, underneath the bed, John sprinted out of the bedroom to greet you at the door. There’s a smile still present on his face as you open the door, immediately welcomed by him wrapping his arms around you to pull you into his embrace and kiss the top of your head.
“Hey, hon.” John greeted you, his voice more cheerful than it normally is.
“Hey…how was your day?” You ask, your voice sounding groggy from working long hours throughout the day.
Catching on to your exhaustion, John gave you a light nod of his head before taking his right hand and gently placing it on the back of your neck, his thumb resting on the side of your jawline.
"I've been thinking about you," he says with a tone of sincerity laced through his voice while his deep brown eyes were locked onto your own.
"Yeah?" You reply with a hint of playfulness that John quickly caught onto, making him smirk down at you.
"Mm-hmm." John murmurs affirmatively right before leaning in to lock his lips onto yours; they always surprise you with how soft they are every time you feel them. After breaking the kiss, he brought his lips up to brush them against your ear, sending shivers down your entire back.
"You go take a shower while I cook you some food, alright?" He offers, yet there was a silent hint that he wasn't going to budge on this.
"Okay." You agree, nodding your head lightly in response to the offer John had just made you.
Lying wounded on the cold ground of the warehouse in which Viggo's enemies operated in, John gasped for breath as he locked eyes with the sky, which was pouring down the same tears he nearly shed at the idea of not standing at the altar with you, not putting that ring on your finger, not marrying YOU. He couldn't bear himself if this is how it all ended.
When he noticed he was unable to get up, however, you seemed to have a spiritual hold on him — or, maybe even...a connection? John began to hear his phone ring, prompting him to glance down and take a look until he saw that it was your contact displaying as the number that was calling.
At first, John was hesitant to answer. Not because he didn't want to answer your call, it would be far from that. No. Instead, it would be because...he was terrified of what you'd think of him if you were to find out about the truth of his past and what he used to do for his life. But, something clicked inside of John for him to press the green button on the keypad of the cell phone, lifting it up to his ear to hear your voice speaking to him once again.
"Hey, babe. I got dinner ready a few hours ago and you didn't come home, are you okay?" You ask as the line connected, the concern evident in the tone of your voice.
"Long story..." John answered in his own weakened and strained voice. You could immediately discern that something was horrifically wrong.
"Where are you?"
Not a beat was skipped between either of you before you swung your purse over and around your shoulder, jingling your car keys in between the crooks of your fingers.
John gives you the address to the warehouse he was in. Of course, the sketch location raised questions in your head, but you knew you couldn't probe him for answers now; not when he's in such a risky position.
"I'll be right there." You say as you swing the front door open and begin to rush out to the driveway until you reach the car that was left.
In a matter of no time, John would soon begin to hear the engine of your car rumbling in the near distance until it was parked a mere few yards away from his limp body.
"Oh, John!" You exclaim in concern right before rushing over to where John was leaning against the warehouse wall, the adrenaline immediately beginning to course through your entire being.
"I'm alright, honey." John replied in a soft-toned voice that was only meant to comfort you through the distress he knew he must be putting you through.
"I'm going to get you in the car," you declare in a tone that leaves no room for him to argue with you. But, in that moment, it really seemed as though John had no thoughts of even attempting as such.
Taking his arm over your shoulder, (y/n) used your strength to walk John back over to your car to the passenger side. Once he was seated, you quickly pulled the seatbelt over John’s chest and buckled him in right before shutting his side’s door and darting around the car until you were able to get into the driver’s side.
Back at home, you gave John the stitches he needed for the deep gunshot wounds he had when you first got to him. There was a surge of emotions flooding throughout your entire mind, mostly being that of fear and concern for John’s well-being. You couldn’t lose him, not when you still have the chance to save him. Shoving away the questions you may have wanted to ask him, you focus on the task at hand of saving his life.
After you took John’s black tuxedo and white dress-shirt off by sliding them up his arms and chest, revealing two gunshot wounds to his right shoulder and chest, eliciting a gasp out of you.
“Jesus Christ, John.”
“I know, I know…” he attempted to speak up while keeping his voice low and soft-spoken, but you were too panicked to even hear him as you prioritized making every last move count.
“This is the worst I’ve ever seen you.” You continue to mumble to yourself as you attempt to concentrate on the bloody wounds that were penetrated straight through John’s skin.
“(Y/N)—”
“Where the Hell even were you?” You question, quickly followed up by an exasperated sigh with your eyebrows furrowing deeply in frustration. The thought of someone hurting John made your blood boil into pure rage.
“(Y/N), relax.” He finally spoke up, this time at a much louder volume than before to ensure that he got your attention. John would then notice you flinch back slightly, prompting him to reassuringly reach both of his hands up to lightly yet firmly place them on the top of either of your shoulders, his thumb slowly rubbing the exposed skin underneath your crewneck top.
“I promise, I’m okay.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that.” You sigh before reaching your hands back down towards the one gunshot wound you were giving stitches to. John appeared to hardly even flinch the entire time, only raising more questions in your head. But you knew that now was not the time to probe for anything.
After you have finished stitching up John’s wounds, you exhale out a deep sigh and rub your forehead with the back of your hand. He could see how exhausted you were after a long day, making him reach his hands out to hold onto your shoulders. Your eyes lock onto each other’s.
“Thank you,” John said. A soft smile curls up across the corners of his lips and he trails one of his hands up from your shoulder to the nape of your neck, prompting you to lean in closer to him.
Locking your lips, you and John began to share a searing kiss. It was one of those that made your heartbeat start to speed up against the walls of your chest, one that you would never forget for as long as you shall live
That’s the moment that John recalled when he snapped back into reality to see you standing in front of him, looking like the most gorgeous bride ever. His eyes sparkled with love and affection, his smile growing warmer right as the Officiant continued on with his speech. The music already faded out and it was all silent on the Western front – only the Officiant spoke, and the audience was also silent, even the babies.
“— in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” The Officiant asked while his head was turned in John’s direction, who answered with a light nod of his head in confirmation.
“I do.” John responded to the Officiant, his eyes never once straying away from yours.
“And do you, Ms. (Y/N), take Mr. Jardani Jovonovich to be your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”
“I do.”
The ring bearers then handed the proper ring to the bride and groom, which was then followed by you and John sliding either ring on each other’s ring finger. You both were smiling gleefully at each other while the trade was made between you.
“In the power vested in me, I hereby declare you husband and wife.” The Officiant announced with joy radiating through his tone of voice as he took a small step back, allowing you and John to close the distance between the both of you.
“You may now kiss the bride.” He said to John, who didn’t waste a second in making your marriage official.
That kiss, it’s like one that you could only ever dream of. It was one that would change either of your lives forever; not like how your first kiss did, no. This kiss was one that would change the course of your relationship for the rest of your lives, officially making the both of you legally married. He was your husband, and you were his wife. And now, you could live happily ever after.
while you're practicing and rehearsing for your lines, he will be there to help you and support you in any way he could. although you try to act like the pressure didn't get to you, and that you were handling everything with stride, he would be the only one to see your true breakdowns.
during one of these breakdowns, he will guide you through whatever lines you're flubbing up or having problems with. he'll rehearse with you even if he's not involved in the play.
when it comes to costume malfunctions, he will take the damaged costume to missy for her to fix it up for you. it'd only be a matter of days before you would receive the returned costume. it always feels like a wave of relief washes over you in one of these moments.
similarly to the costumes, if there's something wrong with your make-up that he catches before the final show, he'll take you somewhere private backstage to wipe it off until it's perfect again. or, if it's an extreme make-up emergency, he'll take you to missy to have her revise your situation and fix it.
im not sure if you have any giudines for what you will write so ofc im sry if this crosses over them but
how about any keanu character where they get into a fight with reader and they raise there hand to wipe there face or something and she flinches and they feel super guilty etc
💌 — hi, there! this prompt isn't on the guidelines, i'm fine with writing it! i should post a requests guidelines soon. i'm honestly just surprised and grateful to be sent requests!
decided to go with constantine 'cus i've been thirsting over that bastard religiously recently. i need help. but, you could imagine this as wick, too imo.
🪷 — lillian.
"You know I can't let you go out alone, (y/n)! It's too dangerous." John nearly scolded you, having to bite on his lower lip to recompose himself and regain his control.
However, as he did so, John would proceed to notice that you were beginning to well up with tears in your eyes. The man's protective instincts over you immediately kick in, prompting him to slowly approach you, completely unaware of how his height was intimidating to you in the moment.
Then, the most dreaded thing you anticipated: seeing him raise his hand up towards you. The action caused you to flinch and tremble, your eyes closing tightly.
"(Y/N)...(y/n), what's wrong?" John inquired in a much softer voice compared to the one he was speaking in previously. He slowed down the movement with his hand before bringing it down to cup against the side of your cheek, causing you to rest your head into his touch.
"I'm sorry..." You whimper softly, your eyes welling up with tears that threatened to spill out at any given second.
"Shh, you didn't do anything wrong." He whispered back while his eyes were staring directly into your own.
"I—"
"Hey. You know I'd never hurt you, right?" John asked in a soothing tone against his naturally deep voice, cutting you off before you could even finish what you were going to say. But, then again, maybe that would've been for the best.
No, he wasn't going to let you even think that you did anything wrong.
"Mm-hmm..." You mutter, nodding your head slowly in agreement to answer John, who leaned in slowly to purse his lips and connect them with your own, sealing the both of them into a tight kiss.
After what felt like an eternity only did you and John pull away from each other, your breaths ragged and heavy from the passion you had just displayed for each other.
"Good." John eventually broke the silence between either of you, only for him to gently yet firmly hold onto the back of your head and pull you closely into another searing kiss, this time eliciting a moan of surprise and pleasure out of you in response.
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