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An Evening To Remember - Johnny Utah x You

Summary: After a long day at work, Johnny Utah and you, his best friend reunite at home, sharing a tender moment before deciding to try a new restaurant downtown. You walk hand in hand, discussing your respective days and enjoying the pleasant ambiance of the city. Upon arriving at the restaurant, Johnny takes charge and orders a surprise meal for both of you, reflecting on your deep connection and shared experiences. The night unfolds, promising adventure and joy in each other's company.

Johnny enters his apartment after a long day at work, and take off his jacket, throwing it on the couch. He glances at the pictures of you next to his bed, your faces pressed together and smiling, with your arm wrapped around his back. A small smile appears on his face as he walks to his kitchen and pour himself a glass of water.

As he takes a sip of water, he hears the front door open and close, knowing it must be you. You walk into the living room, kicking off your shoes and tossing your jacket onto the couch. Your eyes meet his, and you give him a tired yet warm smile. "Hey," you say softly, He can see the exhaustion seeping from every pore, and he knows you probably had a tough day at work too. Without hesitation, he puts down his glass and approaches you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

"You alright?" He asks, his breath brushing against your skin. "Yeah, just a long day," you reply, returning his embrace. You both stand there for a moment, holding each other tightly, offering solace in the warmth of your connection. Finally, you pull away slightly, reaching up to cup his cheek gently. The dim lighting accentuates the sincerity in your gaze, and there's no denying the affection that lingers between you both.

"We should order some food, what do you feel like eating?" you suggest, a faint glimmer of hope dancing in your eyes. He grins, knowing exactly what you're implying. His heart skips a beat, anticipation bubbling within him.

"How about we try something new? Some place downtown have been getting rave reviews," He responds, excitement lacing his tone. He can tell you're intrigued, and he revels in the opportunity to share this experience with you. Your connection runs deep, your bond unbreakable, and tonight, you'll create another memory amidst the hustle and bustle of city life. "Sounds good to me," you agree, your hand slipping into his as you head towards the door. Together, you step out.

The streetlights cast a soft glow on your surroundings as you walk hand in hand. You chat about your days, sharing stories and laughter as you navigate the familiar streets. As you approach the small restaurant, you both can't help but feel a surge of anticipation. Tonight feels different, important in its own special way.

The restaurant is buzzing with activity, filled with a delightful mix of chatter and clinking cutlery. The aroma wafting from the kitchen is making his stomach and yours rumble. You're shown to your table, nestled between tastefully lit candles and adorned with pristine white linens. His heart races slightly as he pulls out your chair, watching you settle before him.

"So, what are you in the mood for?" he asks, flipping open the menu. His gaze flickers from dish to dish, trying to decide what would suit your tastes best. As he peruses the options, you lean closer, whispering softly in his ear.

"Surprise me," you say, your breath sending shivers down his spine. His heart falters for a moment, feeling honored by your trust. With newfound resolve, He nod decisively and turn back to the menu, carefully selecting dishes that promise a perfect balance of flavors and textures.

"Ready to order?" asks the waitress, interrupting your private moment. He quickly snaps out of his reverie, placing your choices confidently. Once she departs, he steals another glance at you. Your eyes twinkle with anticipation, and he can't help but lean in, stealing a gentle kiss on your lips. You didn't stop him.

"This night already feels like a success," he murmurs, basking in the warmth of your smile. And indeed, it does. It's not just about the food, or even your shared experiences; it's about the affection between you two.

As the food arrives, your eyes light up with anticipation. The flavors dance on your tongues, each bite more delicious than the last. You share stories and laughs, relishing in the comfort of each other's company.

Taking a moment to savor the taste of a mouthwatering dish, "This is amazing! I can't believe we found this place."

He grins mischievously at you before taking another succulent bite.

"You know what would make this night even better?" he asks playfully as his gaze lingers on yours across from him "If we could steal away after dinner for some late-night ice cream... maybe grab a few scoops to take back home and watch movies together? Just an idea..." his voice trails off teasingly as he waits for your response.

Your eyes sparkle with excitement, mirroring the joy in his suggestion, grinning back at him. "Yes, that sounds wonderful! After all, who doesn't love ice cream and a movie night with you?" You say playfully.

Delight fills his face as he chuckles at your words. There's nothing quite like hearing such encouragement from the one person whose opinion matters most – you. Your dinner concludes with satisfied groans and full bellies, your conversation flowing seamlessly into plans for dessert.

At the ice cream shop, you both spend ages choosing flavors - vanilla bean for him and mint chocolate chip for you. He pays, giggling at your indecisiveness, then head home hand in hand.

Back at his place, you both settle onto the couch under blankets, spoons clattering against bowls. The movie plays softly in the background while you two indulge in your frozen treat. Between bites of creamy goodness, your fingers intertwine naturally, providing comfort in this simple yet significant gesture.

"Thanks for suggesting this," you whisper between spoonsful of mint chocolate chip.

"Anything to make our night even better," he reply, stealing a peek at you.

"So, tell me, Utah...what makes today different?" you shift slightly, asking curiously.

He pauses momentarily, the question hitting close to home. A fleeting uncertainty crosses his features before he gathers his thoughts and meets your gaze.

"Well, it's not just about today being different but more so how I've started seeing things differently – seeing you differently," he admits slowly, feeling vulnerable despite the warm atmosphere surrounding you two.

"When was the first time you realized? When did you start seeing me differently?" you press further, curiosity etched onto your face.

"It wasn't one particular moment. It's just that lately...everything feels clearer. Our friendship, our connection – it somehow took on a whole new meaning. And yes, maybe tonight felt like a 'date' because I wanted it to be," he confesses honestly, grappling with these newly discovered emotions.

"Do you think...do you want us to be more than friends now?" you ask cautiously, waiting for his reaction.

His heart pounds in his chest as he absorbs your question. The gravity of this moment isn't lost on him, and yet, there's an undeniable sense of relief in finally addressing these feelings out loud.

"I...yes. I think so. We've been through so much together, shared countless memories. Our bond has become something deeper, stronger than just friendship."

Silence hangs heavy between you both, heavy with anticipation and vulnerability. But it's not uncomfortable; instead, it feels right - like opening up about something that was kept hidden for far too long.

"But only if you feel the same way. If not..." He trails off, letting his sentence hang in the air, hoping for understanding rather than rejection.

Your eyes reflect the same turmoil mirrored within him - fear, hope, anticipation. He holds his breath, waiting for your answer. The silence stretches out interminably, thickening the air around you both until it seems almost suffocating.

Finally, you speak, breaking the tension.

"I've noticed changes too, Johnny. Not just recently but over time...our friendship evolved into something indescribable. And yes, I do want more than friendship with you. But let's take it slow...let's not rush into anything."

Relief floods through him, washing away apprehensions with each wave. His heart swells with gratitude and happiness.

"Slow works perfectly fine," he breathes out, relief mixing with exhilaration. He reaches over tentatively, cupping your face gently. Your lips meet tenderly, marking the beginning of a new chapter in your relationship before he pulls away just a little bit.

Feeling lightheaded by the kiss, you murmur against his lips playfully. "You're not a very good kisser, are you?"

Laughter escapes him as your words tickle his senses, bringing forth an unexpected burst of joy. His grip on you tightens slightly, pulling you closer. Your words bring forth a wave of heat to his cheeks but also an overwhelming sense of contentment.

"Is that so?" He retorts, his voice hushed yet playful. Leaning in again, he brushes his lips against yours softly, lingering longer this time, stirring up emotions you both have been suppressing for far too long.

"Better?" He whispers against your parted lips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his. He is aware of your breathing becoming rapid, matching his own accelerated pulse rate.

Your gazes are locked, neither of you breaking away from the intimate connection. Time seems to slow down, you both savor this newfound expression of affection. The movie continues playing softly in the background.

You hum softly, teasing him further with a playful grin on your face. "I guess I need more convincing…"

Part two?

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Wildflower: 05

The Secret Garden

John Wick x Reader

Category: Short Series

Warning: Physical attack, actual violence and allusion to violence and brutality and concussion

Note: John is relatively younger in this fic( late thirties to early forties)

Thank you @scarlettspectra for making such amazing GIFs.

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Wildflower 04

With all the commotion in her life– discovering her mother’s letter, moving to New York after a harrowing confrontation with her father that would fester life-long resentments (or at least a decade-long?) discovering that her mother was no more, getting used to the city and its pace— (Y/N) had come to appreciate the quieter aspects of life more than ever– the lazy days, the quiet mornings at a park, or a morning bicycle ride.

But perhaps, she should have known…It was not her quiet little town, it was New York City. She had barely paid attention to the quiet rustling of approaching footsteps. She was dumb enough to not even register the barrel of the gun until the cold metal was pressing against the back of her neck.

“Don’t you fucking move bitch! Han–me your wallet.” The voice was heavy and slightly slurred.

She froze— all the self-defence videos she spent watching after arriving in New York evaporated and she stilled as the reality of the situation bucketed down on her like painful, jagged ice. She whimpered when he pressed the metal roughly against her skull, the coldness dug into her and she knew that it would become a scar at the back of her mind if she made it out alive.

“Didn’t you hear me bitch!” he hissed, shoving the gun harder against her skull, it bumped harshly, making her hiss.

“Okay, okay–” As she tried to get up, she was shoved down, falling on her stomach.

Her knees were bruised, but with the adrenaline urge, she could hardly register the pain against the fear and her heartbeat thundering against her chest– she could even feel it in her head. She whimpered when she felt his footsteps nearing before a rough hand grabbed her hair.

“Don’t play smart with me— I’ll empty this fucking gun in your dense head.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—please just—don’t hurt me!” She felt tears gathering in the corner of her eyes– one blink and her cheeks were dampening.

Her hands shook as she pulled out her wallet and handed it to him, not even considering playing smart.

She turned to look at the man but he tugged her hair harshly, keeping her still.

“And the ring too!”

Her eyes widened at the demand.

“N–No, No, I can't give you that–please!”

She screamed when he yanked her hair, her scalp burned as fat tears rolled down her cheeks and she shivered when he snatched her hand that had the ring. Roughly taking it off her finger. Her mother’s ring, her mother’s last gift to her.

No! No, she couldn't let it go!

“No! Give me back my ring— it—” She turned around as soon as he let go of her hair. But her protests were cut short with the back of the gun striking the side of her head.

—--

It hurt. That was what she registered first before her waking mind began to register the quietness. There was a beep, but it felt like it was somewhere far– consistent though, and the longer she heard it, the closer it came, speeding up, slowing? No, speeding, no, nothing changed.

She felt her eyelids moving as her mind became more coherent. Opening her eyes was a task— but she managed— it was just one blink first, nothing decipherable. But as she blinked again, she saw something move. A black mass– no, a looming form raising up— it seemed all black. In silence, it stood up and walked out of her sight. She wanted to move her head but it was too heavy to move. Every attempt to move it was rewarded with a deep, encompassing ache originating from the side of her head and spreading all over her skull. It made her whimper.

Was it the sound of shutting the door she heard?

She was not sure anymore, instead, she sank back, relaxing on the fluffy surface– a pillow– right, it was soft and good, and she could go back to sleep.

—--

It felt like she had slept only for a minute more when she woke up again. Much more coherent this time. Registering the beeping monitor and the IV. A bit over the top for concussion. Right, she was hit on the head after she tried to save her mother’s ring from the robber.

Could not even see that rat’s face.

She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. That was so unlike her– calling somone names. But at the same time, it was, for the first time in months that she felt any other intense emotion than grief or resentment. There was a numbness that had gripped her, paralysed her, closed her heart to feeling anything– life went by just as it was, and she felt on autopilot.

But the moment her mother’s ring was snatched, it was like a bucket of ice was thrown at her, breaking her out of the numbness, the void.

She had a purpose— she wanted to go on, and she was willing to go on and live because her mother would have wanted the same. Her mother who loved her, adored her so much and left so many unanswered questions behind. Questions she probably would never get answers to.

But now, the ring was gone and she was looking up to a white hospital ceiling, the room smelt fresh but with a hint of that same old ‘medical’ smell and assessing the private room she was in— it was going to burn a hole in her pocket.

“How are you feeling now?”

Oh, there was a nurse in there too, adjusting her IV. Her vision was a bit floaty. She blinked and cleared her parched throat.

“I’m… I’m feeling–weird?”

She smiled at (Y/N)’s slow, blinking eyes.

“Concussion, honey. You’re lucky the kind man found you and brought you here. Oh, yes, your things are kept by the bed, check them out and report if something’s missing, hm?” With that, she pressed the button to bend up the upper half of the bed, making her able to sit up slightly.

“Th–thank you… the man’s around? I can thank him.” (Y/N)’s voice was scratchy and her speech came with a bit of effort, but at least the pain was reduced to a dull throbbing.

“I’m afraid he’s gone. He was there in your room an hour ago. Went away after alerting us that you’re waking up.”

(Y/N) frowned. So, she was not dreaming. She sighed and leaned back, the pillow was big and soft. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, trying to focus on the table by her bed.

She blinked as the gleaming object caught her eyes. The sunlight fell just at the right angle as if presenting it to her, ushering her to pick it up.

Her mother’s ring!

It was her mother’s ring placed on the table. Her movements felt a bit disoriented and slow but she managed to reach out to it and pick it up.

“Oh, mother…Thank you— Thank you to whoever returned this.” She whispered, kissing the ring as tears escaped her eyes.

“Everything good?” The concerned nurse asked.

(Y/N) looked up and nodded her head. If she spoke, she would cry. Assessing her quickly one last time, the nurse left after informing her that the doctor would come to check on her after lunch.

Well, that would be added to the fat bill, won’t it?

But for now, she realised she was starving, and some overpriced food was all she could have for now, so, she would settle with that. The doctor came after lunch, and she asked about the billing process and insurance.

Only to find that all her bills were paid— she would be discharged the next day– a bit of a stretch– but her vision was still floaty and moving too fast was a task.

The kind stranger also paid the bills? Food and medicines covered?

What was he, an angel?

Or was she dreaming?

When she tried to get to the name, there was surprisingly nothing. Nothing in the sense that the doctor refused to disclose.

Strange.

So, things had magically turned out to be…good?

It was unbelievable but she had her mother’s ring on her finger, the bills were paid and… and she had a private room. With a TV.

All that was left was to inform her superiors regarding her situation. And maybe her family?

She contemplated the latter. She had not spoken to him for more than five minutes on the phone. The texts were–one-worded and with the stubbornness rooted in their family, she knew that it would take time for either of them to thaw.

She sighed and reached for the TV remote. Maybe she would think through things with a clearer head. She adjusted her vision, trying to focus on the TV screen that seemed to annoyingly blur. She shouldn’t be watching TV, but she was stubborn and certified stupid so…

Flicking through the channels mindlessly, she stopped right at an address. A park near her home—wait, it was the same park she was at when she was robbed! It was the park she would go to often to watch the sunrise.

She squinted her eyes, trying to focus on the headlines. There was a dull throbbing in her head intensified, but she could barely pay attention to that. Was she reading right? The face was the same, the one who robbed her.

He was…hospitalised?

For broken ribs, teeth and well some other broken bones.

Apparently, he had mugged many before, but the police could never catch him— or maybe they never bothered.

Why would they, it wasn’t a murder yet.

She rolled her eyes at the thought.

But now, he was at a hospital, and once discharged, he would be shoved behind bars. It was only a brief headline before the news ultimately turned to politics. She switched the electronic off and leaned down, trying to relax, and not think too much.

But all she could think of was the chain of events. It now felt surreal almost. She thought she was almost dead, but there she was, safe, comfortable— the most comfortable she could be with a concussion and in a hospital, and the robber had targeted the wrong person this time.

And who was that kind man who brought her to the hospital? Completed formalities, paid the bills in advance, made sure she wouldn’t have to touch a penny from her pocket and just chose to remain anonymous— to a stubborn level? She did not understand.

New York seemed to be too much to handle.

She felt like she did not belong there. Not like she wanted to find a home in the city, no, but it was like the city itself was giving her a cold, indifferent stare. The towering buildings were not intimidating, but the sense that she was in a completely new and somehow dangerous territory was bothering her. It was disturbing even.

She felt like an outsider. Not exactly like a ‘small-town-girl’ outsider. It felt like worlds apart.

Just as she felt in the Continental.

Everything about the hotel seemed good, posh, just not normal. No matter how much it tried to imitate the ‘normal’, she did not feel a sense of comfort or even a sense of normalcy. There was something off about the hotel. The city did not feel as ‘off’, but the thought would be constantly there at the back of her mind.

(Y/N) rubbed her fingers on her forehead, touching the bandages in the process. Maybe she was thinking too much. Maybe her ‘fresh’ start in New York had begun on the wrong foot.

Maybe—

Her phone rang.

Oh right, she had texted her senior regarding her accident. Picking up the device, she pressed the button to answer the call.

Here it goes— questions and answers, and more questions.

She sighed mentally while schooling her voice to sound as pleasant as she could at the moment.

—------

The next morning, it was Alex who called her. Even through the phone, she could feel his concern. She had not shown up in the bus they would usually take to commute back home, and of course, Alex noticed.

“I will be there.”

“No, Alex, there’s no need, I’m okay. I will be discharged this afternoon. You can’t make it then anyway.”

“Why, which hospital is it? I'm coming.”

“Alex, you have a job to do.”

“I will manage (Y/N), just tell me the name and address.”

“Ale–”

“(Y/N), what are friends for if they cannot even be by your side when you need it?”

She sighed and shook her head before giving him the name and address of the hospital.

There was a short silence.

“Oh.”

She frowned at the unexpected response.

“Alex? You good? It's okay if you can’t—”

“I’ll be there.” He asserted.

“O–okay. Sure, I will be waiting.”

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Here comes another chapter. I'm sorry if the description of her concussion was incorrect, I'm no expert. Please feel free to correct me.

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