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Fade Into You: John Wick x Reader Chapter 3

A/N: Hi guys! I’m so excited to share chapter 3 with you all! I’ll be starting my second year of college this week so my regular updating schedule may be a little off but my fic is far from ending! Thank you so much for your support and I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

W/C: 4,330

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of violence, mentions of weapons, mentions of drug abuse, anxiety, a little smut, fluff

Tagged: @tomhardy41 , @bvbwestfall

When your eyes fluttered open you couldn’t decipher if you were dreaming or not. Sunlight flooded the room and engulfed every surface it touched. You stretched out your hand across the mattress and felt the texture of your surroundings. It was unlike what you were used to so you swiftly raised to gaze around.

Almost immediately, you felt a sharp pain in your neck. It felt like a thousand pins and needles were simultaneously obstructing your airway and it hurt to swallow. You were in a daze but suddenly the memories from the night before came rushing back. Your chest felt heavy and your heart began to palpitate.

You weren’t sure if you would ever get used to the reoccurring memories but you figured it only felt like the world was caving in on you because you had slept for several hours, existing within your dreams with no recollection or memory of reality.

You looked over to your left side and it was empty. There was a small indention in the mattress and wrinkles within the bedding which clarified that John was indeed real and this immediately subdued your pain and confusion.

You ran your hand over the mattress once more to feel the temperature; cold. He must have woken up far earlier than you did. The chance that he may have watched you sleep or gently touched your forehead felt so blissful it was almost intoxicating.

You gently gripped your neck with your hand and winced. You so badly wanted to cover the markings with makeup just so John didn’t have to worry. He had a four-inch gash in his side and yet you knew a few of your bruises would be more of a concern to him.

You pushed the duvet down to your ankles, slowly swung your legs to the floor and let them dangle for a moment. You touched the cold ceramic marble with one of your feet and it sent a small chill throughout your body. Once you stood up you saw small shiny speckles in the corner of both of your eyes. You figured it was attributed to the loss of consciousness you experienced the day before. Once you could see clearly, you pushed the thought back to the furthest place in your mind.

You made John’s bed and slowly made your way downstairs. You peaked in the living room and when it was empty, you made your way into the kitchen. You couldn’t hear John or Bleu anywhere in the house and you felt empty. Although you were used to the silence and before it was calming, now you found yourself missing John’s voice and the delicate clicks of Bleu’s nails making contact with the floor.

You made your way around the kitchen island and came across a note. “Went for a quick walk with bleu. Help yourself to anything I have, I can make you breakfast when I get back if you’d like. See you soon. -John” You felt your heart rate subtly increase as your fingers gently trailed the indentions of John’s words.

A heavy feeling clung to you like a thick wool blanket. You sat on one of the island stools and racked your brain trying to find a reason as to why you were feeling this way. Trauma, anxiety, hunger, and fatigue could all be reasons but this was something different, something good. You suddenly began to ache all over and the first person you thought of was John. You ached for him, for his presence.

Fuck you were scared. You were so scared to think that you had gone all this time without managing to get too close to anyone and now your potential life without John felt dull and pointless.

You folded your arms on the cold countertop and rested your head on the back of your hand. You tried to center yourself. You felt so scrambled and confused like someone stole you away from everything you knew and placed you in the middle of someone else’s life when in reality you had only done it to yourself.

The scary part was that you didn’t hate it. You were scared out of your mind and you felt lost and hopeless but despite everything bad, you knew you had John in your life now. You began to feel centered.

You suddenly heard the front door open and your heart skipped a beat. You sat up and quickly combed through your hair with your fingers. You had no idea what you looked like, but you knew you felt horrible so you imagined you looked about the same. You looked down and realized you had no bra on, only John’s pajamas that swallowed your figure whole. Heat rushed to your cheeks with embarrassment.

You then heard Bleu run up to you and you immediately felt better. “Hi bleu!” You said as you gave him a head rub. His mouth was open and he was panting, he radiated happiness. “Did you have a good walk, bubba?”

You looked up and saw John leaning his shoulder against the entrance to the kitchen. He was wearing a brown leather jacket, a white t-shirt and fitted blue jeans. As your eyes scanned over him you couldn’t help but think about how good he looked. Your eyes lingered for almost too long when you finally came to your senses.

“Hi.” You smiled softly. “Hi.” He said back while bringing his hand up to his face to conceal his small chuckle. He was so ethereal.

You smiled and looked back down at bleu and you saw John walk towards you. When he came around to you, you looked back up to him. “Uh, how’d you sleep? Is your side okay?” You asked concerningly. “I slept well actually. Better than I have in months.” His hands were now in his pockets and his eyes were still locked on yours. “My side feels okay. A little sore but I’ll be alright… But I am worried about you.” “Why?” “Well first, your neck is black and blue. I know that has to hurt.” You look down at your lap and raise a hand to touch your neck. It hurts like hell but you don’t want him to worry about you so you touch it as if it doesn’t. “Yeah, but I think it looks a lot worse than it feels. I’m okay really.”

“Also, last night…” You watch him attentively. “You woke up in the middle of the night and started crying. I think you may have had a panic attack in your sleep. Do you remember that at all?” You had no recollection of this happening and your cheeks began to feel like they were on fire. “No, I don’t remember anything. Oh my god, I-i’m so sorry John, I probably scared you.” “No Grace, it’s okay, I wasn’t even asleep yet when It happened. It only lasted a few minutes. You uh, you asked if I could hold you so I did. And not even a minute later you were asleep again.” The butterflies swarmed your insides yet again.

“Thank you for doing that. I’m sorry if it was uncomfortable or-“ “No. I wasn’t at all.” He then untucked his hands from his pockets and made his way over to the fridge. You watched him. The thought of John holding you while you cried, although embarrassing, was also comforting. He cared about you, just as much as you cared about him. “So do you want breakfast?” “I’d love breakfast.”

You got off the stool and made your way to the sink. You began to wash your hands when he turned to you. “What are you doing?” He asked softly. “I'm gonna help you.” You softly chuckle and you see his lips form a gentle smirk. “I have single-handily perfected the pancake recipe, you didn’t know?” He raised his hand again to cover his smile and you were practically gleaming.

“Okay, you make yours and I’ll make mine and we’ll trade. How’s that sound?” You reach out your hand and feel his warm hand engulfs yours. You smile. “Deal.”

The kitchen is filled with laughter, soft gleams of sunlight and the smell of coffee and maple syrup. While cooking, you both take turns tossing bits of food to bleu and watch him catch every bite in mid-air. After you serve both of your plates and scoop some egg into Bleu’s food bowl, you both finally sit down to eat.

You watch him take the first bite of your pancakes and wait for his reaction. His small chews and hums sent euphoric pulses down your spine. “Well, you weren’t lying.” You smile, you didn’t even care how bad it hurt your neck. He watches you try his pancakes and his glare is enough to make you almost forget how to chew properly. You raise your eyebrows and give him a sarcastic thumbs up. “I'm kidding, they’re lovely, John.” You say in a reassuring tone. You see him laugh and you swore time stood still for a moment. You whole-heartedly love his smile. You love the little crinkles that form beside each of his eyes. You love how the sound of it echos throughout the room. But above all, you just love to see him happy. And for a moment, you realize there is probably nothing better than this.

When you are both done he gets up and grabs both of your dishes. “Since your pancakes were better, I’ll clean the dishes.” He said with a smile and you smiled back.

He was cleaning the dishes and you were wiping down the counters when he clears his throat and begins to speak. “So I was thinking since you’re laying low maybe it would be a good idea for you to buy some new clothes and maybe a wig? You know, to disguise yourself if you ever need to leave the house.” Your mind starts to race. “I could just stop by my house and pick up a few things. I need to grab some of the articles I’m working on anyway. It’s not a big deal if I work from home my boss probably wouldn’t min-“ “Grace, I don’t think you should do that.” He shuts off the water and turns to face you. “Why not?” “I mean, they’ve probably been following you around for months now. They know where you live, they know where you work, they know your routine. They know everything about you. Going back to your house isn’t safe. That’s only giving them the opportunity to get to you while you’re packing your things, while you’re on your way back here or track where your articles were submitted from. They can do it all.”

You stare at him blankly and tuck your hair behind your ears. “So you’re saying I have to quit my job?” you ask as your neck begins to throb. “I know that’s not what you want. I know how much your job means to you but… that’s the only way I can keep you safe.” You know he’s right but you wish he wasn’t. “Okay.” You feel a tear race down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away. “I'm gonna um… I'm gonna go clean up.” “You alright?” “Yeah, I’m okay. I’ll be down in a few.” You start out of the kitchen and he watches you walk away.

While you were in the shower, you cry. You damn yourself for always fucking your life up and you swear that nothing will ever work out for you due to the decisions you make. Once you’re calm, you let the water run over you and you soak up the heat. You clean up, dry off and then step out of the huge marble shower.

You make your way over to the mirror and wipe the condensation away by lazily dragging your hand across it. Your eyes are red and puffy and your heartbeat feels like it's in your throat. You hate what you see but you figure you’re lucky to still be alive so push those thoughts away. You splash cold water on your face and put on one of john’s big plain t-shirts that fits you like a dress and make your way back downstairs.

When you get to the last step you call out to John and bleu comes running to you from a room you hadn’t been in before. You walk towards the room and when you get to the entrance you gently knock on the side of the wall not wanting to disturb John. He looks up from a computer screen. “Hey. You okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, don’t worry. I’m uh… sorry about this,” you look down at what you’re wearing “I borrowed one for your t-shirts is that okay?” “Yeah, of course, I don’t mind. Come here.” He gestures you over and you sit beside him. He scoots his computer mouse over to you. “Here, get whatever you need.” He then reaches in his pocket and pulls a card out of his wallet. You look at him like he’s not even real. “John I-I can’t take your money. You’ve done so much for me, I can’t except that.” “Trust me, Grace it’s not a problem. You need stuff, just get what you need, please.” He offers the card over to you. “Why can’t I just use my card I really don’t need much-“ “If you use your card they can see that you’ve made transactions. My card isn’t traceable so it’ll be fine.” He hands it over with a gentle smile. You pout your bottom lip a little, take it from him and press it to your heart with both hands. He smiles softly and gets up, “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.” “Okay, Thank you.”

He starts walking out when you call out to him “Hey John?” “Yes?” He turns to look at you. “You’re such a wonderful person, and I’m not just saying that because you’re letting me use your card… You’re all heart. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you.” You smile and your eyes well up with tears. He makes his way back to you and you watch him as he leans down and places a small kiss on your forehead. Standing over you he gently grabs your face and tilts your head upwards. You open your eyes and when you do a few tears fall and he wipes them away with his thumbs. He kisses the top of your head once more and walks out of the room.

Your online shopping went smoother than expected. You ordered a pair of tennis shoes, a couple of neutral colored big t-shirts, a few bottoms, some undergarments, and some facial stuff. You also got a bob-style blonde wig and managed to get all of it under $150 because you searched for hours to find the best deals.

Once you were finished, you head into the kitchen and you see John smiling at you. “What is it?” You ask smiling back at him. “That took you a while,” he continued to laugh and you laughed too. “I’m a bargain shopper, I had to find the best deals,” you smile and hand him back his card. “Less than $150 for over 13 items…” “I wish I could manage my money that well.” He says while cutting up assorted vegetables. “Well you work hard, you deserve to get yourself what you want.” He stops chopping and looks up at you.

There was a comfortable silence that filled the air. You loved that about being around John. It was never awkward or uncomfortable. He always made you feel like you were home like you were the center of everything. You knew that you were far from that, but he somehow always managed to blur those lines.

Eventually, he broke the silence by wiping off his hands and reaching in his pocket. He grabbed a phone and handed it to you. “What’s this?” “A burner phone. Can’t be tracked.” “I don’t nee-“ “So you can contact your family and let them know everything’s okay. You could say you’re on vacation or something.” You look down at the smartphone in your hands and gently rub a smudge off the screen. “I um… I don’t have anyone to call.” He looks at you almost as if he’s sees of a part of himself within you. “You have me.” He answers back. Your eyes linger on each other for another moment and then you walk up to him and wrap your arms around his torso. He’s surprised but then he tightly hugs you back. “Thank you…” you softly whisper against his chest.

He makes dinner, you eat with him and after you help him clean up the kitchen. It was only 10:00 pm but you felt tired and emotionally drained. You both pour a glass of wine, John checks the locks on the house and you both head upstairs with bleu trailing behind.

When you reach his room you set your wine glass down, get into his bed and John does the same. You sit with your knees up to your chest, facing him and he sits up against the headboard with his legs straightened out and crossed at his feet.

“Tell me about yourself.” He asks softly. “What do you wanna know?” “Whatever you wanna tell me.” You give him a small smile and slightly straighten your back. “Well, I grew up in Rochester, NY. It’s a small town on the outskirts of Lake Ontario. I grew up with my older brother and my mom and dad. My dad died when I was about 13.” You begin to fidget with your nails. “He was a criminal so it was strange growing up around that. Kinda threw off the whole happy-parents-white-picket-fence family dynamic I guess.” You look at John and he listening to every word you say like he understands and comprehends everything you had gone through. “I used to say ‘the only thing worse than not having a father was having mine’” You chuckle sarcastically and shake your head. But John doesn’t move, he just listens.

“I don’t know why I was so affected by his death. Yeah he was my father and I loved him but I hated him just as much. He was your typical abusive, drunk, detached father who risked his family’s safety for money and power. But he provided you know? I don’t know…” John gently takes your hand and holds it in both of his. “I get it.” You smile, slightly hang your head and continue. “After he died I thought things would get better, but if anything they just got worse. My mom became depressed, I guess she was immune to the abuse and when it stopped she just spiraled. I disassociated and got into drugs and so did my brother. And when he passed, It’s like I finally woke up. I mean, It was too late, I had already lost everyone, you know. But after I lost him, I vowed to never lose myself again. I um… I got clean and I went to college and studied journalism. Not long after I graduated, I moved to New York City to pursue it. And years later here I am, still fucking up.” “That's not true.” You grab your wine and take a gulp. “I wish it wasn’t but It is.” He gives you a pleading look and he squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“What about you?” He shifts a little. “I grew up in a foster home. I spent most of my young life learning how to fight and when I got older, I joined the US Marine Corps. That's where I met my friend Marcus. He was the closest thing I had to family. And then after leaving the Marine Corps I joined The Continental.” His mind seemed to draw a blank for a moment but then he continued. “The Continental the name of the ‘underground crime ring’. And after that, I became a hitman working for powerful people.” You continue listening, softly squeezing his hand here and there just as he did you for.

“Later in my career, I met a woman, Helen and I fell in love with her. I left it all behind because I just wanted my life to be for her. After she got sick and died, I tried to remain withdrawn from my past. I tried to just live but…” He looks down at your intertwined hands and slightly adjusts his posture. “Anyways I got tangled back into it all, I met you, and now I’m here.” You look at him and there’s a comfortable silence fills the air but you continue rubbing tiny circles on the back of his hand.

“John I-…” you look down and your hands together once more. “I'm so sorry for everything. I'm sorry for more than just me, more than just this situation. You are incredible in every way, I don’t know how you do it.” You look at each other and you can see tears form at the rim of his eyes. You untangle your hands from him and he gives you a somewhat confused look. You stretch out his fingers until his hand is fully open and you grasp it with you own. You shake his hand. “I'm Grace Anderson. It’s nice to meet you.” You say with a soft smile. He grasps your hand and smiles back. “I'm John Wick. It’s nice to meet you too Grace.”

Hours after you finished your wine and talked with your hands intertwined with John’s, you laid facing away from him, pretending to be asleep. You suddenly felt overwhelmed with how you felt about him and you began to cry, trying to be as silent as you could. You see the side lamp flicker on and you feel John lean over to you. “Hey, it's okay… Grace, it’s okay. I’m here.” The sound of his voice immediately dulled your pain. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned to face him. “I'm awake, John.” He then gently pulled you over to him and held you. You clung to him, holding him as you wept. You wanted nothing more than to fade into him. “It’s okay…” He leaned back to look at you, wiping your tears away and you opened your eyes to meet his soft gaze. You brought your hand up to his cheek and your lip began to slightly quiver while tears ran down your face.

Suddenly he was bringing your lips to his own; it felt like the pulls of magnetism. When you felt his lips on yours, you tasted honey. His lips were gentle and soft and you felt intoxicated. He gently parted your mouth with his tongue and you tilted your head, offering your entire self to him. At that moment, you and him were one. You felt whole and complete; like the stars aligned just so you could have this moment with John. The kiss deepened and you felt his hand roam down your side. He then lifted the hem of your shirt and engulfed your entire back with one of his hands.

You then gently pull back and look at him bringing your hand up to your face once more. “What's wrong?” He whispers while his hand slides down your back and his grabs your hip. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I’ll be right back, okay?” He kisses your forehead and gives you a nod. “Okay.”

You slowly get out of his bed and make your way to the bathroom. Once you walk in, you softly close the door behind you. You put your hands at the corner of the sink and take a breath. You look up to see your reflection and mouth the words “Everything’s gonna be fine.” You then turn on the sink, splash water on your face and stand up straight. When you look back at your reflection, you see a man that isn’t John.

Before you have time to do anything else he races toward you and slams you up against the bathroom door. His aligns his arm with the markings on your neck and he pushes. You can feel your mind rewire itself. “stop him.” You quickly raise your knee and hit him in his groin. You both fall and when you do you scoot across the bathroom floor in the opposite direction.

“Grace?” You hear John on the other side of the door and you scream his name. He swings the door open and when you see him, you see fire in his eyes. He already has a gun in his hands and he’s in a shooting position. When he sees the man on the floor he shoots him several times and the man goes still. “John-“ you say with watery eyes. He holsters his gun in his pants and runs up to you. You lift yourself up and he grabs your face. You look in his eyes for a few seconds. Eventually, he nods and you nod back, confirming that you both would do anything in the world in order to keep the other safe.

He then grabs your hand and pulls you out of the bathroom and into his closet, bleu came in with you shortly after and sat by your feet. He grabbed your face with both of his hands again. “Don’t leave this room, please,” he pleaded. He then unholstered the gun and placed it in your hand. “If anyone hurts you again, kill them. Kill them all.” You could see rage in his eyes but you also saw a glimmer of hope. You so desperately wanted to express to him how much you cared for him but before you could he caressed your face once more and planted a soft kiss on your lips. You see him begin to grab weapons and just like that he was gone.

#john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick #keanu reeves #I hope you enjoy #john is so soft #I hope you like grace #fic: fade into you

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Fade Into You: John Wick x Reader Chapter 2:

A/N: Hi guys! I just wanted to thank you for all the love on the first chapter! It really means the world to me. This chapter is again, rather lengthy but I tried to incorporate John a lot more. In the last chapter, I didn’t as much bc I wanted to set up a clear back story for the reader and everything. I also want to thank Em, who runs the tumblr account @johnsbleu for letting me use Bleu’s name in my fic! She came up with that name for John’s dog and it’s so perfect. It was an honor to incorporate Bleu alongside John. I hope you enjoy!

W/C: 3,198

Warnings: blood, mentions of death, mentions of weapons, fluff

Tagged: @tomhardy41

The vibrations radiating from the roar of the engine sent small shock waves throughout your body. The numbness in your limbs began to fade and you could feel your nerves start to regain function. Although making your way out of the city wasn’t much trouble, your mind was without a doubt foggy and you felt drained.

Every so often you would peer in the back seat to make sure the man was still conscious and thankfully he was every time you checked. He would even give you soft looks of reassurance here and there even though you were sure he was in pure agony.

The car ride to his house went by fairly quickly. You weren’t sure if it was due to your speed or to your mind intensely fixating on the events that had taken place, which in turn caused you to lose track of time.

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And also, your blog was the motivation and inspiration to start my own fanfic blog, so thanks for the motivation and inspiration, hun! I look forward to reading more of your work, and have a great day/night wherever you are. :D (2/2)

this ALSO makes it all worth it! and you’re so welcome bb pls message when its all done I would love to read it and support you! I hope you have the best day bubba <3

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Today (Aug 21) is fanfiction author appreciation day (I was a little shy to say this before), but lemme tell you, YOUR FICS ARE AWESOME SAUCE. I just started reading them when you first posted the first chapter, and from then on I was HOOKED. I actually first watched John Wick (1st and 2nd movies) for the first time about a week ago, so naturally I wanted to read some fanfiction and voila, I found your page. (1/2)

oh my gosh this means so much to me ;-; wow this really makes it all worth it and it makes me want to write for literally ever. thank you SO MUCH!!! <3

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I've been reading your fics and they are AWESOME. Just to make sure my computer isn't doing some crazy wizardry, you're changing the theme, right?

thank you omgomg!! I appreciate it so much ;-; and yes I did change my theme hehehe I was also adding a few links on where to find my other accounts and stuff!! <3

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Fade Into You: John Wick x Reader Chapter 2:

W/C: 3,198

Warnings: blood, mentions of death, mentions of weapons, fluff

Tagged: @tomhardy41

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I got SO happy when I saw you updated!!! I have your notifs on ready for the next chapter 🥰🥰

omg thank you so much <3 seeing this made ME happy !! i’m so glad u guys are enjoying it Ive rlly grown to love the plot sm! thank u again bb 💖💘💗💕💓

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Fade Into You: John Wick x Reader Chapter 2:

A/N: Hi guys! I just wanted to thank you for all the love on the first chapter! It really means the world to me. This chapter is again, rather lengthy but I tried to incorporate John a lot more. In the last chapter, I didn't as much bc I wanted to set up a clear back story for the reader and everything. I also want to thank Em, who runs the tumblr account @johnsbleu for letting me use Bleu’s name in my fic! She came up with that name for John’s dog and it’s so perfect. It was an honor to incorporate Bleu alongside John. I hope you enjoy!

W/C: 3,198

Warnings: blood, mentions of death, mentions of weapons, fluff

Tagged: @tomhardy41

Once you pulled up to his house your mind shifted from shock to awe. You had never seen a house so divine in your life. Without getting too distracted, you quickly parked his car and immediately hopped out so you could help the man regain his footing. You quickly but carefully placed his arm over your neck, led him to the front entrance and entered his house.

You were again, taken aback but the urgency of the matter did not allow you to focus on anything other than preventing him from bleeding out. Upon entering you begin to hear clicks of nails making contact with the floor. You then see a charcoal colored pit bill race around the corner and once again, you were in awe.

“Sit…” the dog immediately stops in its tracks and obeys the man. Its tail begins to wag and its eyes light up with pure admiration and joy. Once you and the man approach the dog its sense of admiration suddenly shifts to worry. “It’s okay… I’m alright,” he tells the dog. He then reaches down and gently rubs the top of the dogs head “Good dog." You watch how he interacts with his dog and you can physically feel the tenseness in his body where you’re holding onto him begin to fade. “This is bleu,” he says “You can pet him, he loves head rubs.” You begin to pet the dog and you take notice of how remarkable he is. “Hi bleu,” you say in a soft tone “He’s so beautiful.”

You look up and see the man looking at you, his gaze is soft yet again. You are then alerted by the dampness you feel in your hand that’s gently gripping the man side. You immediately start to guide him further down the hall. He gestures towards the left and you open a door and enter a huge spacious bathroom. You help him sit down on a bench and he looks at you. It was like he was communicating with you through his eyes and you knew that he was permitting you to rummage through his things for first aid supplies. He nods and points in the direction of the sink. You sit on your knees, open the bottom cabinets and begin looking for what appears most helpful. You grab a few washcloths, a box of gauze, a bottle of alcohol, and a kit that had the words first aid written in bold red letters.

While you place everything on the counter you hear the man start to speak. “I’m John…” you face towards him and give him a gentle smile “I’m Grace,” you say softly. “Grace…” he repeats and softy smiles back at you. “In the kitchen, in the cabinet to the left of the fridge, there’s a bottle of whiskey. Can yo-" “Oh yeah, of course, I’ll be right back.” You rush to locate the bottle of whiskey, grab a glass and head back to the bathroom. “Just the bottle is fine…” he says and you quickly take off the cap and hand it to him. You see him lift the bottle to his lips and take a large gulp. Immediately it looks as if his pain is somewhat dulled.

Once he’s done you try to build up the courage to speak again. “Do you um… Do you need help with your sweater?” He nods and you lean down towards him. He relaxes his arms down by his sides and leans his head back against the wall. You stare at him for a moment and he looks back at you and then looks down at his sweater. “You’re probably gonna need to cut it off,” he says “Right…” You turn to grab the scissors that are placed on the counter behind you and turn back to face him. You hesitate for a second but then gently grab the bottom of the sweater and begin to cut upwards. “It was a nice sweater,” you say in a soft tone and he softly chuckles. His smile was so full, it was probably the most wholesome and effortlessly beautiful smile you had ever laid your eyes on. You returned a smile and you sensed he took notice.

Once his sweater was cut open you maneuvered the sleeves around his arms to completely remove it. You carefully and successfully avoided his wound which was a surprise considering how shaky you were. You couldn’t help but to quickly run your eyes over his toned arms and chest. When you were able to take a better look at his wound you slightly wince and turn back towards the sink to disinfect your hands and arms. You then grab gauze, the bottle of alcohol and the stitching supplies. You turn back to face him, set your knees in place on the floor and prepare to stitch his wound. He must have sensed you hesitate and he says “If you can’t it’s okay…” “N-no I’m fine I promise.” You disinfect the wound and carefully begin stitch. In the corner of your eye, you see him take another gulp of whiskey. You knew he had to be in pain but he seemed to handle it incredibly well. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, John… I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt.” He looks down at you “Hey, it’s okay. Really…” Your focus shifted back to stitching and you kept track of his breathing.

Midway through, he looks down to examine his wound “You’re good at that,” you pause. “Yeah, my uh- my mom always wanted me to be a nurse like her. She taught me the basics but this is the first time I'm actually putting it to use” you chuckle softly. “What did you pursue instead?” He asks. “Um, journalism. I'm a journalist at a small newspaper firm in New York.” You look at him and you can see the pieces of what had occurred that night coming together in his head. “After my dad died I guess my interest in saving people went away once I realized I couldn’t actually save anyone,” you hesitate “I guess writing and finding answers became a driving force for me, I don’t know.” “How did it happen?” His question realigns your focus and you look up to him. “How did what happen?” you respond. “Your father's death…” “Oh uh, he was shot. Found him on our front doorstep when I was a kid. We never figured out who did it. I guess the police figured since he been involved with organized crime he got what was coming.” There was a pause filled with silence and you finished up the majority of the stitching. “I'm sorry…” he responds and you give him a soft smile. “It’s okay.” You finish cleaning the dried blood off of his side and torso and bandage up the newly stitched wound.

You gather the up the mess, walk towards the sink and start cleaning everything up. In the reflection of the mirror, you see him get up and he makes his way over to you. He gently places his hand on yours and you look down in surprise, unfamiliar with the feeling of another person's touch. A wave of heat rushes over you and you look up to him. “Thank you,” he says in a deep tone “It’s no problem… it’s the least I could do,” you say back. Your eyes tear away from each other and he starts to head out of the bathroom. You turn to glance at him walking away and your eyes land on a tattoo that spans over his entire upper back. You can’t quite make out the wording or what it is but it sends a subtle but ever-present tingle down your spine.

After you finish cleaning and putting back the unused supplies, you make your way to the kitchen and discard the used and bloody items in a plastic bag. A few minutes pass when you see John and Bleu walking down the stairs. He had put on a white t-shirt and cleaned the blood off of his hands and arms. “You feel okay?” you ask concerningly. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I've had worse. The whiskey helped… What about you?” He makes his way over to you and raises both of his hands “May I?” Your eyes connect with his and you nod. He gently pushes your hair back and slightly bends your neck to the left and the right, closely examining each side. The memories suddenly began to flood back into your mind and you could see the look of concern in his expression. “I'm okay. Just a little sore,” you say and he nods. “I can see a large bruise starting to form.” He then gently grabs your hands and examines them as well. You figure he’s checking the color of your fingernails to determine if there was any damage caused to your airway. You look at him while he examines you “Your nails aren’t blue or purple so that’s a good sign,” he gently releases your hands and meets your gaze.

“So how did you get yourself wrapped up into this?” he asks. You feel your emotions start to flood your mind and you take a breath. “For about a year, I’ve been receiving leads about this organization that manages a crime-ring underground. I was able to avoid it and push back my desire to follow through but It got to a point where I couldn’t anymore.” Your nose began to sting and you could feel tears prick your eyes. “I’ve been collecting evidence for over a year,” you gaze down at the floor quickly and then look back at him. “Today I received a letter offering me an anonymous interview with two men who had important information regarding this organization. The letter gave me instructions to follow and without thinking, I blindly followed them. I shouldn’t have. I had a bad feeling from the get-go but it's my job you know. That's what I do. I put myself in situations that are not the safest for the sake of finding out the truth. I just….” You can see the sympathy flowing through him and you quickly wipe your eyes and slightly straighten your stance. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I have a tendency to do that.” “Do what?” “Search. Search for so long I forget what I’m looking for. Get myself into shit that most of the time I'm barely able to get out of. I guess it’s just my desire to know, to uncover the truth, to give meaning to it all… I don’t know.” You look at him and you can see that he understands. “I'm really sorry John. I’m sorry I got you involved in this shit and I'm sorry you got hurt in the process." You feel a few tears run down your face.

He pours you a glass of whiskey, you gladly accept and down it quickly. “You were right” you give him confused look “Right about what?” “Everything. Whoever sent you that first lead was right. I know because I’m tangled up in it. And now you are too. Not in the same way, but in some way and that’s all it takes.” This didn’t come as much as a surprise to you. After what you saw him do, how well he dealt with pain, and how strategically inclined he was it all started to make sense. “Whoever sent you that letter today caught onto your trail. The interview was a trap. They knew you were digging too deep and getting too close so they tried to kill you to take you out of the picture completely," he says as he pours himself another glass of whiskey.

You rub your face with your hands and inhale deeply. “You need to lay low for a while. By now they know you got away and they know you’re alive. And now that you know the truth, they aren’t gonna let you get away next time.” You stare at him blankly “Fuck... What am I gonna do.” “You can stay, you're safe here…” “No, I can’t do that,” your stance shifts and you back away. “I can’t put you in any more danger.” John then gently grabs ahold of your arm. “Grace, If you leave they will find you. And now that they know you’re capable of getting away from two of their men, they’re going to send more. It won’t be over for them until they kill you. Please...” His eyes are intense and you knew that he was right. “Okay… I’ll stay” you say, eyes still locked onto his.

He begins to walk away and you slowly trail behind him. “If and when they do come we need to be prepared,” he says as he opens a door to a staircase leading down to the basement. He leads the way and when you get to the bottom step you see an array of weapons covering every inch of every wall. High military-grade artillery, knives, swords, and explosives. You could feel your eyes dilate, struggling to take it all in. “This is what you do… You’re an assassin." “Yes,” he answers shortly while reloading a gun. “You kill bad people?” “Yes.” You take a moment to absorb what was happening and you begin to realize how remarkable John is. “Fuckin’ A,” you whisper quietly to yourself as you closely examine his weapons. You can hear him softly chuckle behind you and you smile to yourself.

Later in the night, you clean up and John gives you one of his big white shirts and a pair of his pajama bottoms. While he cleans up, you take a few minutes to wander around his living room. Everything was so beautiful, it was almost like a museum but cozier. Bleu was laying on one of the sofas, his eyes drooping from exhaustion. You sit next to him, tuck your legs underneath you and gently rub his head. A few minutes later you can hear John coming down the stairs. “You doing alright?” he asks as he approaches you. “Yeah, I’m okay! Thanks. Hows uh- how’s your side?” “Tolerable,” he responds with a gentle head bob and you notice small strand his hair falls from behind his ear.

Your eyes quickly take him in and your heart flutters. To see him in his pajamas was such a drastic change from how he appeared earlier and you loved it. He looked so soft and comfortable. His hair was no longer slicked back and his demeanor was relaxed. You were fond of both sides of him but seeing him like this felt almost euphoric.

You slowly rise from the sofa and hug him. You were surprised you were able to work up enough courage to do it. But you felt overcome with an overwhelming amount of appreciation for him, and you wanted him to know. When your arms folded around him you could sense that he was unfamiliar. Then you felt his towering figure embrace you. “Thank you, John... for everything.” Your head was halfway buried in his chest and your voice was muffled. When you started to loosen your arms he gently grabbed your face and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. Your eyes close for a second, soaking in the touch of his soft lips. He slowly backs away and your eyes flutter open.

“So um, I think it would be safer if we all slept upstairs… I have weapons up there that are not far from reach. I’d rather not be separated just in case I have a hard time getting to you,” he sounded nervous. “Yeah, of course, that makes sense.” You respond to reassure him that you were completely okay with it. He calls bleu and he immediately jumps up and stretches. We make our way up the stairs and you begin to feel little butterflies form in your stomach. The thought of sharing a bed with John intimidated you but you were aware it was a mutual decision intended to ensure you were safe.

Once you get to his room you feel the urge to apologize again but fight it away out of fear of annoying him. “I could um... just sleep on the floor If it's more comfortable for you. I don’t want to intrude or anything,” you say while shyly leaning against the door frame. “The floor is hard. Your neck needs a cushion after what happened. It’s fine really. It’s no big deal.” He sounded more confident than he did in the living room so you head over to the other side of the bed and get in. Bleu follows shortly after and lays in between yours and john’s feet. You see John reach over and turn off the lights. “Goodnight...” “Goodnight, John.” You say back and slowly turn to face the opposite direction.

The butterflies that you felt before returned and you couldn’t help but feel a wave of heat rush to your core. It had been a long time since you had this much contact with anyone and it completely scrambled your thoughts. You felt as though you and John were similar in that way. He seemed like a simple man who lived by himself and didn’t need much to get by. The thought of him thinking the same about you gave you a warm sense of comfort.

It was hard to comprehend everything you and John had gone through together. It had only been a day but it felt like a lifetime worth of emotions and pain. You knew the guilt you felt getting him involved in your problems would never go away but you were also so thankful for him. He saved you. He saved your life without any hesitation and you were so fucking thankful.

The feeling you felt when you first saw him came rushing back. You couldn’t help but wonder if the universe had cultivated this set of events so that both of you would end up exactly where you were in that very moment, right beside each other. Almost as if the answer you had been looking for all this time was John.

Your mind grew heavy and you drifted to sleep and dreamed of honey-colored eyes.

#john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick #keanu reeves #nsfw soon I promise #my first fic #fic: fade into you

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Fade Into You: John Wick x Reader Chapter 1:

A/N: Hi! This is the first chapter of my multi-chapter fic. I’ve been thinking about this plot for some time now and I finally built up enough courage to create this. I hope you enjoy!

W/C: 2,737

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, mild violence

To you, life went by moment by moment. It was almost as if you could physically feel each second that passed, like time slowed down for the sole reason of prolonging the emptiness you felt.

But you kept yourself busy as much as you could. You allowed your job as a journalist determine your every decision and at times you tended to risk your safety because you wholeheartedly loved what you did and without it, the emptiness would without a doubt consume you.

Living so close to New York City had always been something you loved. Although you couldn’t afford to live amid the city by any means, it gave you a sense of comfort knowing you were only miles away from a place where your work mattered and you felt you served a purpose.

You lived alone in a house that was enough for just you, it was small but you didn’t need much to get by. You were used to being alone and you rarely attempted to make contact with people unless it involved your work. Your sheer desire to uncover the truth drove you to a place where you felt almost unsafe to risk anyone's else's comfort for the sake of your own.

At times you missed home and when you thought about going back you could almost feel little metaphorical hands tugging at your heart, trying so desperately to pull you back to a life you had let go of. However, the realization that there was nothing to go back to ultimately overruled any of those thoughts and you remained doing what you felt you did best, which was your job.

Your routine was the same every day. You’d wake up a few hours before you’d have to head into the city and you’d have your morning cup of coffee. The few hours in the morning that you had to yourself also revolved mainly around work. Typing up articles on your typewriter, researching, analyzing and pondering leads that you deemed necessary to learn more about took up the majority of your time.

You worked at a small rundown newspaper firm, probably one of the smallest in New York. At times you felt almost irrelevant like you could write for the rest of your life and nothing would come out of it. But your work is what mattered most to you so you felt obligated to stick with it.

When you got to your office that morning your desk was flooded with envelopes full of photographs and paperwork that you had to sift through. Most of the supposed leads were dead ends, but reading the fine print and coming to the conclusion that they were dead ends was something you had to get done. If you didn’t, the chance of receiving something important would consistently gnaw at your thoughts.

It took you about half an hour to get through most of the paperwork when you stumbled upon a letter with an embroidered stamp that you remember seeing before. You quickly jumped up and rummaged through your files, grabbing the only file that had a blank label and sat back down. You flipped through the pages until you spotted the same stamp that was imprinted on the letter. Clarification that they derived from the same source immediately piqued your interest.

The letter provided vague information about a criminal association that was managed underground. You had received leads like this in the past but your coordinator always advised you to drop leads that involved powerful organizations like the letter described. She had hounded on the fact that you were merely a measly journalist and even if it was true, there was little that could be done considering the size of the newspaper you worked for. Well, that's what her words translated to in your head.

About a year ago you decided to go against your coordinator's advice and followed one of the leads. You never were able to trace back to where the leads were coming from but you assumed it was from someone outside of the organization. Eventually, you attempted setting up several interviews with a few higher-ups who were owners of huge buildings and businesses in New York but you were denied every time. Almost immediately after you tried setting up these interviews, you received a warning to not investigate any further. You, of course, felt intimated which ultimately created a rift between your desire to continue pursuing the lead and your desire to learn the truth.

Nevertheless, the feeling that you were on to something never went away so you continued to discreetly collect evidence and information here and there. Photos, names of people who seemed to not even exist and a few random documents that you weren’t able to connect to anything. Although it felt as though you stumbled upon something that everyone else seemed oblivious to, you had absolutely no notoriety or power to do anything about it so you were hesitant to investigate any further.

After pondering your thoughts, you read the rest of the letter where It stated that two men who withheld important information wanted to anonymously set up an interview you. It gave a time, location, and stated that voice recordings were prohibited due to the sensitive topics that would be discussed. Although you were aware of the risks, you felt as if this would put meaning to all of the work and research you had put so much effort into.

When you arrived home you read over the letter once more “Please arrive at Le Coucou located at 138 Lafayette St. NY 10013 no later than 7:30 pm.” You had heard of the restaurant before and based on what you knew about the cost, you figured you would need to wear something elegant to blend in.

You began getting ready a few hours before so that there was no chance you would be late. Once you showered you decided to straighten your hair and put on makeup. For your outfit you chose a sleek black satin dress, black heels, and a black clutch.

Once you were dressed you looked at yourself in the mirror and you felt taken aback. You almost didn’t recognize yourself because It had been so long since you dressed up or went anywhere other than work.

While looking at your reflection you paused for a moment. Everything that had led you to this filled your thoughts and it felt like your mind was running a mile a minute. You questioned if what you were about to do was worth it. Of course, it was your job, but it was also more than that. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were also filling a void. You felt as though you had been stagnant for so long. Alone and looking for something; an answer. You knew at this very moment you may be throwing yourself into something you were not prepared for but at the same time, you couldn’t see yourself not taking the risk.

What seemed like an eternity had passed and your eyes eventually fluttered back to reality. "This will lead to something. It will be worth it,” you muttered to yourself in the most unconvincing tone. You took another moment to calm your nerves then you grabbed your phone and keys, locked your door and made your way into the city.

You got to the restaurant about fifteen minutes early and decided to go inside to be seated. After the waiter seats you, you order a glass of red wine and pair it with the bread that they supplied to you. You knew that if you were to order anything else you'd be going over your budget so you figured you'd have the wine and nothing else.

The restaurant was far fancier than any place you had been before and even though you were dressed in the best outfit you owned, you still felt very much out of your element.

After a few minutes the waiter appeared again. “Would you like to order now ma’am or are you still looking over the menu?” “Oh um, I’m waiting on a few guests. I don’t want to order without them. The wine is okay for now, thank you.” He potently smiled and walked away.

After 7:30 came and went you began to feel nervous. The notion that you blindly followed the directions from a lead you weren’t even sure was legit began to sink in. To distract yourself you began to look around and people watch.

You see an array of designer bags that belong to women in fancy gowns accompanied by their spouses dressed in expensive suits. You see a cluster of men who most likely work for wall street or some other high up corporation conversing about numbers and boasting about achievements. All of the people seemed to exist without a care in the world and it was bothersome.

You couldn’t help but gaze at all of the expensive dishes that were being served. Your urge to order something small was strong. All you had consumed that day was a cup of coffee and a protein bar. Keeping a normal grocery shopping regimen was not your forte.

While scanning the room your eyes fall on a man who is seated alone. His jet black hair was parted in the middle and was slicked back. His beard was neatly trimmed and was almost the same color as his hair. He was wearing a black turtle neck paired with a suit that went together effortlessly. He looked as though he was just as uncomfortable as you felt on the inside and for a moment you thought maybe he felt the same way you did.

After a while, you realized you had been starring at him for what must have been minutes and just as you were about to turn away he looked in your direction. His glare felt as though it was boring a hole through you. His honey-colored eyes contrasted his harsh demeanor, but you sensed a glimpse of vulnerability in them. It was almost as if he could read your mind. Like he knew how anxious and uncomfortable you felt and he was giving your emotions a sense of validation.

As you both starred at each other you felt something almost equivalent to magnetism. You so badly wanted to speak to him, to hear what his voice sounded like. It was unlike you to be drawn to people like this and you rarely ever felt connected to people because again, it felt like too much trouble.

You eventually tore your eyes away and downed the rest of your wine. You looked at your phone and the time read 8:06 pm. All you could think about was the tone of urgency within the letter. “No later than 7:30.” You realized you had been waiting for over half an hour so you decided it was time to build up the courage to pay for the wine and leave.

Your eyes fluttered around the room once more when you suddenly spotted two men by the door glaring at you. One of the men then raised his hand up to his ear as if he was receiving orders through an earpiece. You wanted to think nothing of it but you knew that it was too much of a coincidence. The feeling of regret rushed over you and you began to sense that you were in danger. You felt a scorching heat on your back followed by an icy chill that ran down your spine. Like your subconscious was warning you.

You quickly retrieve a twenty-dollar bill from your purse, place it on the table, collect your things and head for the door. You pass the man you had made eye contact with and try not to appear as though you were rushing out but it felt as though you were practically sprinting. You weave in between guests in a zig-zag like pattern so that the men at the door would lose sight of you and eventually you exit the restaurant.

Getting a taxi on a Friday evening in the middle of New York City was almost impossible so you quickly head towards the subway. You look behind you every so often to make sure you’re not being followed but the overwhelming anxiety persistently jabbed at your gut.

Once you arrive at the subway you begin to impatiently wait for the next train. Time feels slowed and in the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of a man that looked similar to the men that were waiting for you. You try not to panic when someone suddenly grabs you from behind, wraps their arm around your neck and covers your mouth. Your screams are entirely muffled , your lungs began to burn and your kicks do little to nothing against the perpetrator.

You see the other man pace towards you and suddenly everything feels like slow motion. For a moment it felt as if time came to a halt. Your thoughts wander away and all sense of what is happening begins to dissipate. It was almost as if you were witnessing what was happening from outside of your body.

Suddenly the man pacing towards you is pulled back by his neck, thrown onto the floor and is shot twice in the chest and once in between the eyes. The man that has ahold of you lets go and you fall, gasping for air while struggling to regain consciousness.

When the blackness in your eyes fade, you then see the man who attacked you pull out a weapon and stab the man from the restaurant in the side. The man winces but then proceeds to remove the man's weapon, swiftly wraps his legs around his torso and brings him to the ground.

After about a minute or so the grunting stops and you gaze over to where the fight took place. There is no movement and you question yourself if you should make a run for it or if you should help the man who saved you.

Against your better judgment, you get up and rush your way over to to the man. You see him bleeding profusely from his rib area with the two dead men laying on either side of him. His honey-colored eyes gaze at you once more and the sense of magnetism you felt earlier in the night returns. You can feel your eyes start to burn and the bridge of your nose stings.

You bend down at his side, afraid to touch him. “We need to get you to a hospital” your voice cracks and you look down at the blood seeping from beneath him. “Y-you’re bleeding too much,” you say, while tears rush down your face. “No. No hospitals” he grunts. You begin to panic and a wave of hopelessness hits you like a ton of bricks. Your chest feels heavy and your breathing is irrational. “Sir I-I don't know what to do...” He then lifts his hand to your face, a calmness rushes over you. “H-hey listen. It’s okay.” He grunts harshly but continues to look in your eyes. “My car… take me to my car. It’s gonna be okay.” You nod, take a deep breath and prepare to lift him. Once he’s on his feet you begin making your way to the subway exit.

You struggle to get him back onto the street but you manage to do so without causing any more damage to his wound. “Around the corner… my car is around the corner” his voice fades.

You're winded and struggling but you manage to make it around the block when you spot a grey car. You open up the back seat, help him in and get quickly get into the driver's seat.

"My place…it’s safe,” he says while laying in the back seat. "W-what about you?" you ask worryingly. "Just get me there… Please.”

You’re physically and mentally exhausted and your hands are shaking so bad it takes you a few tries to start the car. Once you feel the loud engine roar, you see the man's bloody hand gently slide a phone on the console over to you. You pick it up and you see a map. You quickly wipe the blood off of the screen, press start and make your way out of the city.

#john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick #keanu reeves #my first fic #I hope you enjoy #fic: fade into you

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