A Day In The Life of Being John Wick's Girlfriend
When you found out about John's real job outside of being a book binder, you were really fucking concerned. At one point, you had considered leaving. You admit to that because were you really going to risk your life for a relationship? Well, spoiler alert. You are. But you trusted John enough that he would be safe and he would come home to you in one piece.
The first few weeks, months rather, of finding out John's line of work wasn't easy. You were anxious whenever he came home and you would always check if he had any injuries. You still do that now but more so overtime, you had gotten used to him coming home with a few bruises here and there. It's become second nature to you.
You two had been together for five years now and you knew John was going to retire soon. But that meant he had to face bigger missions that would risk his life in a way in order to get the domestic life he wanted with you. And you began to worry about that. But John is a man of focus and sheer will. You were certain that he was a God at some point because there's no way in hell that one man could take down a group of assassins like him. But he did. And he still does.
However, this was his last mission. And after that, he'll be free. You were excited yet nervous because what if he finished it, but he finished it by dying? You shook your head.
"No." You told yourself. "Stop. He'll come home, so don't overthink it."
You had occupied yourself by cleaning some of the weapons John had left in your home. He had trusted you enough to use them whenever he's at work to avoid the risks of having you killed or someone harming you. He had also trusted you enough to clean them when he couldn't and somehow that relaxed you. It was kinda therapeutic.
But then, the house phone rang and you were instantly brought out of your tranquility. Sighing, you stood up from the chair and made your way to the phone to answer it.
"Hello?" No answer. You furrowed your eyebrows as you waited for the other line to respond.
"Hello, who's this?" You asked again but there was no reply.
"Must've had the wrong num-"
"Y/N Wick, is it?" The voice asked and you instantly knew it was from a man.
You and John hadn't been married yet but it was kind of amusing to hear that this man thought so.
"Uhm, yes, this is she? I'm sorry but who is this? My husband isn't home right now." Husband. You hadn't meant to say that and it made your cheeks blush a bright shade of red. You were lucky John wasn't here to hear all this.
Unbeknownst to you, John was in fact on the other line. And he smirked at the sound of your sweet voice referring him as your husband and these men referring to you as his wife when he hadn't even proposed to you yet.
"Oh, yes. I know he's not home." You froze on your spot and felt as if your heart dropped at the pit of your stomach. Is this it? Is John okay? Is he safe? Is he alive? Is he-
"We have your husband, Mrs. Wick. And he's currently tied up tightly on a chair. So I suggest you do as we say or we'll-"
You snorted. Now you get it. You couldn't stop the laugh that came out of your mouth and it got to the point where you had to squeal a bit in order to breathe properly. John, on the other hand, was trying his best not to laugh with you. And thankfully, these men weren't paying enough attention to him because you somehow kept them distracted.
"Why is the bitch laughing?" One of them asked in a hushed tone and John almost growled at him for insulting you.
"I'm sorry." You would say as you finally gathered your composure and wiped the tears from your eyes, "I think you're mistaken, sir."
"How are we mistaken? We have the Baba Yaga and you're just laughing?!"
"Because it's fucking funny!" You replied and you could tell how this man was slowly losing his patience.
"You're mistaken because you don't have him, Mister." You paused and smirked at your next words, "He has you. I do bid you good luck."
And that was John's cue for him to break out of his restraints and take down every single person inside the room. You stood there listening to the whole ordeal while you looked down at your nails and realized they really needed to get done now.
"Gosh, you need some tender love and care." You said to your nails while you heard gunshots and groans of pain on the other line.
When John was finished, he picked up the phone from the floor and hoisted his gun back in its holder.
"Hey, baby." He'd say in the most gentle way possible. His voice brought a smile to your face and you immediately paid attention to him.
"Hi, darling. How's work?"
"It's going good so far. You okay there?"
You hummed in response. "Yep. Just cleaning your guns. I'll be making dinner in a few. You want steak tonight?"
"And mashed potatoes, please. You make really good mashed potatoes." He responded and you grinned at the domesticity. It was funny yet endearing how you two were casually talking about dinner while he was out there hunting down the ones who were going to kill him.
"Okay, steak and mashed potatoes it is. When are you coming home?"
"About uhm." John looked down at his watch. "Around 7:30 to 8PM tops. I'm almost done here, baby, so no worries."
"Good. I'll be waiting for you, be safe out there, John."
The assassin smiled at your words and nodded even though you couldn't see him before he got into his car and started the engine.
"I will, Y/N. Can't afford to die now, I still have to propose to my wife."
"Well now I have to act surprised." You joked and couldn't help how your heart swelled for this man.
"I love you."
"I love you too." And with that, you hung up the phone with the biggest smile on your face.
Yeah, that's pretty much a day in the life of being John Wick's girlfriend.
Well. Wife, rather.
