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john wick / reader genre: sugar daddy au rating: general, mature themes words: 2.4k warnings: sugar daddy relationship, slight john wick 2 spoilers i guess a/n: this 1 is for me. i wrote her in a heat,,,she’s literally not finished. but im adding her to my online portfolio 4 the memories. Also fyi the profile was made before i indulged in seeking arrangements and as a sugar baby i know that ur not allowed to mention 90% of brooklynbaby’s bio in ur bio but who cares man this is fiction and im making it up

At that, she tossed her head back with a laugh and leant forward. “And since when are sugar babies a relationship status?”

Sometimes, John doesn’t really know how he gets himself into awkward situations.

The first few occasions, he figured it was merely a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. While, actually, this always worked out in his favour, John began to notice that it was more frequent that he ended up at a bar with some people he didn’t really know, or being invited to a baby shower as the date of a woman he had never even met before. Granted, John enjoyed company whenever he could get it, and whenever it avoided conflict; however socialism has never been his strongest asset. No, he simply prefers silent gestures or glances across rooms, ‘eye conversations’ where he says hello and nothing else for the remainder of the evening.

“You just need to loosen up a bit,” is what Addy had told him, whilst slipping him a glass of straight Bourbon. It had been a relatively quiet evening in the Continental, and just when John thought he could have five minutes of peace and quiet, Addy has slipped in his line of sight. “You know, go out. Make new friends.”

“You’re my friend,” John replied. He made no room to elaborate on that statement, swallowing the contents of the drink and pushing it back to her with a short nod. She sighed and rolled her eyes, doing her job.

“No, you know what you really need?” He didn’t answer, glancing at her through his hair as she filled his drink and rested her weight on her elbows. Instantly, John didn’t like the feeling in his stomach when Addy raised her eyebrows suggestively, tugging on her bottom lip with newfound excitement: “I think you need to get laid.”

And when John scoffed with humour, she tried again, “and not like, laid as in you have a one night stand. No- hear me out, John! You should invest in a sugar baby. You know, someone you can spend time with when you’re not doing the dirty work for everybody else. It’s fun, and frisky, and also means you can start spending some of the millions you have stashed somewhere not being used.”

She tutted like a scolding mother, “Selfish boy.” Addy then smiled, “Maybe instead of retirement, what you really need is something to help you unwind.”

John scoffed, gulping back the Bourbon. “I’m married.”

At that, she tossed her head back with a laugh and leant forward. “And since when are sugar babies a relationship status?”

That’s really all the thinking he had done on the subject of John- John fucking Wick- investing in a sugar baby. He simply took it in stride, almost complimented by the assumption that he was attractive and rich enough to have someone leaning on him for money and sex, and stored it away for future thought when he was lost and drunk. John never actually considered the possibility of “putting his bills to good use” until fucking Santino D’Antonio decided to light a bonfire inside his house. Having lost virtually everything related to Helen, he found himself back at the Continental, back to listening to Addy sympathetically give her condolences and five seconds later, introducing him to Seeking Arrangements.

John doesn’t know why he’s doing this, staring at the laptop screen that smiles at him. For circumstances, Addy had loaned him her laptop for the evening he spends at the Continental, and he’s too busy browsing the elaborately made profiles that he barely registers the fact that he is still wearing his suit. He pulls at the cuffs of his blazer and is midway through taking it off when he stumbles across a profile- one of which is oddly amusing- titled brooklynbaby. He racks his mind for the reference but can’t seem to place it.

“A sugar baby suggests that I sleep with them, and as I said,” John had mentioned back in the bar, “I’m married.”

Addy had grabbed his hands and groaned, “Look- you might surprise yourself. And, I’m not suggesting that you throw your wife away for somebody new. I’m just saying you need to...make use of yourself. Honestly, you’re too sexy to be stored away like this. Most sugar babies are dumb and unobservant, they won’t even know who you are.”

brooklynbaby makes an adorably hilarious first impression, and John is hesitant to browse her profile. If he wanted to “make use of himself” by investing all of his personal time into somebody who in truth wanted him for his dick and his bank balance, then it needed to be somebody at least near to his wavelength. Somebody who was smart, but clueless at the same time, and somebody who was the complete opposite of Helen. The last thing he needed on top of a handful of a baby was the guilt of moving on. But still, even when he pinned her tab and returned to scrolling through the profiles, John realised that most sugar babies were simply trolls hidden behind pretty pictures, or girls who wanted money for pleasure and not for need.

He went back to brooklynbaby. Three times. Three times, before he pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering a quiet, “Oh, fuck it,” and favoriting her account, and pressing to send a message.

Even online, John was never great with words. He typed, and backspaced, and typed again, trying to come up with something interesting to make up for the bland profile he made around thirty minutes ago.

From: johnwick So. You like dogs?

If Addy were here, she would have slapped him.

Almost immediately after it sends, John lets out a frustrated noise and tears his gaze away from the screen. Dating just wasn’t like how it was when he met Helen. Why did everything have to be so complicated, and mysterious, and why the hell does he even have to waste his money on somebody when he could be saving this money to eventually, whenever the day comes, retire? John wrestles with the dilemma of deleting the whole account when a notification bell rings through the laptop speakers.

From: brooklynbaby yes, I love dogs!!! :D (typing) do you have a dog?

John breathes a sigh of relief.

From: johnwick Yes. I do.

From: brooklynbaby oh, great. :) (typing)

John’s leg begins to bounce quickly, the table wavering with the glass on top, like an earthquake. Suddenly, brooklynbaby stops typing and John stills. Why did she stop? Did he do something wrong? Honestly, women are so hard to please nowadays.

From: brooklynbaby want to be my sugar daddy?

Never mind.

From: johnwick I would.

From: brooklynbaby cool

Neither him or brooklynbaby says anything for a few moments, and John doesn’t notice. After-all, he is still a working man, busy with life and revenge and trying to stay alive for more than three seconds. When he goes back to the laptop and sees no reply, he frowns.

From: johnwick I am sorry. I really don’t know what I’m doing. What am I supposed to say?

He makes a mental reminder to have words with Addy later.

From: brooklynbaby /(*u*)/ you’re cute we could make dinner reservations and talk over terms if you’d like!!! i say reservations because they’re fancy and if anything goes wrong, we can pretend we’re… business partners? discussing business?

Without even really realising, John finds himself laughing shortly, settling back into the chair. All of this feels weird, as in typing to a stranger he’s planning to spend his money on and occasionally fuck. John quickly revisits her profile and spends four minutes analysing her profile picture. If this is her, then she’s really very beautiful. A steal.

From: johnwick When are you free for dinner?

From: brooklynbaby hmm well i’m dogsitting tomorrow, but i can be free for the day after!!!! is that okay ^_^

From: johnwick That would be fine. [Address] at 7pm, does that work for you?

brooklynbaby pauses.

From: brooklynbaby omg am i gonna have to dress fancy?

From: johnwick Don’t feel pressured. I only own black.

From: brooklynbaby well….guess i’ll bring out like one of my old uni party dresses :( but you have to promise not to judge me!!!

John laughs again. At some point during the evening, he ends up with a planned dinner reservation at one of the most expensive restaurants in Brooklyn, and he’s also 2 grand poorer thanks to the generous donation in brooklynbaby’s bank account for a nice evening outfit.

When John returns the laptop to Addy the following morning, he was admittedly expecting the rant that followed. She had glared at the laptop being handed back over the bar and refused to serve him until he came up with a reasonably valid excuse as to why he wasn’t putting himself out there for a bit of company. John had blinked with an unimpressed look and drummed his fingers.

“I have dinner reservations with someone tomorrow at 7pm. Also- can I have a drink?”

But of course, with work being as tedious as ever and with his whole day being completely ruined by a blood stained shirt and poor room service for the first time in his many years of frequenting the Continental, John didn’t amuse himself with brooklynbaby until he logged onto the site on his phone, and saw that she had messaged thrice during the day. He almost felt guilty, until he saw a string of numbers at the end of the last message. He deemed it less necessary to read her above messages and instead went right to texting.

brooklynbaby ok. so should i just ask for mr john wick when i get to this restaurant??? sorry for so many texts im just kinda nervous

me Yes. I booked under my name and I will be waiting for you when you arrive. Why are you nervous? Didn’t you ask me to be here?

brooklynbaby well if we’re going to be technical then YOU asked me to dinner first :P and im nervous because i have nooo idea who you are send a picture?

John sank into bed.

me Maybe I like the element of surprise.

brooklynbaby seems a lil unfair that you get to see me but i dont get to see you :( ive seen ur dog before you thats saying something

me You could have used any image. If we’re going to be technical, I don’t even know your name, or if that is really you in the image.

John really hadn’t been expecting a full blown nude image at 4:15pm in the afternoon, but he will admit that it was nevertheless what he needed to break some steam. He had arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes earlier than expected, but that’s okay, Mr Wick. Right this way! Now that he was sitting here, at an empty table overlooking Brooklyn and the lights, with an already ordered bottle of wine, John could understand and relate to the first date nerves. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time. Not since-

brooklynbaby uhhh im kind of here like ten minutes early should i wait outside for you :3

He laughs, mostly to himself.

me I’m already up here. I ordered a rosé, is that alright?

brooklynbaby YES IM RUNNING

And, surprising himself also, John had clammed up and reached for his glass. Thankfully, the owner of this restaurant knew John by face and order, because, after-all, this had been his go-to with Helen. These days, he doesn’t have time to go out to new places and eat new things, and so had panicked, and picked a place with sentimental value, and a history of good food. He gulped back his glass of Bourbon and waited until the door at the other side of the room opened meekly, and he tried to appear vacant as the waiter led a woman across the room and towards him.

“Your date, Mr Wick.”

He left curtly and brooklynbaby followed his body as he left, her feet firmly glued to the floor as her head looked back over her shoulder. John took this as an opportunity to look at her body, covered in a beautiful dress he felt proud of paying for. Finally, brooklynbaby looked towards him and paused, observing him and his clearly surprising appearance. John then remembered the gash on his cheekbone and the way he probably looked very off-putting with an unshaven face and long hair, but brooklynbaby smiled softly and raised her brows, beating him to helping her in her chair as she quickly sat down and looked at his glass.

“How did you know I liked beards?”

John didn’t say anything for a moment. “I didn’t.”

brooklynbaby rolled her eyes with a grin. “Of course you didn’t.” She looked up, then, properly taking in his face. John did the same, looking at every feature present and coming to the quick conclusion that yes, she was definitely the woman in the pictures, and yes, she was one of the most gorgeous humans he had ever seen on planet Earth since Helen herself.

“You’re not what I expected,” she said honestly. “But, more than my expectations. I don’t believe I’ve really introduced myself- I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

He tried it out in his head. Y/N. Y/N L.N, Y/N L/N, Y/N Wick-

“John,” he replied and she sniggered and rested her chin in her palms.

“You’re seriously so handsome,” she complimented. “Are you sure you’re not married, or something?”

Her gaze panned to his hands where she noticed the wedding band, and for a moment, she hesitated. John wasn’t ashamed of the ring, nor embarrassed to be seen wearing it. He toyed with it on his finger, looking at her from across the table. “It’s complicated.”

Y/N nodded meekly. “I see.” She cleared her throat, “divorce? Planned divorce? Affair?”

“No, I’m widowed,” he tried out a joke, but she only looked more uncomfortable. Her mouth gaped and she fumbled for words.

“Oh, John, I’m really sorry- no, really, I’m so sorry,” she stumbled, and John watched her carefully across the table. “God, how fucking insensitive. Sorry, I guess that just. Wow, that never really crossed my mind. That sucks, I’m sorry.”

“It’s in the past,” John said, finding finality in that sentence. “I’m trying to move on from it.”

Y/N nodded sympathetically. “No, yeah, wow, I get it. Completely. I...hope I live up to great expectations, then?”

John smiled and looked past her, noticing the waiter rounding the corner with the bottle of rose. “You’re getting there, Miss L/N.”

#imagine if i was good and finished this it would be glorious #john wick #john wick x reader #john wick scenario #john wick imagine #john wick smut #john wick sugar daddy #john wick 2 #unfinished #gwoongi

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murasakiyuzu · 7 years

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43 + a ship of your choice!

is it

is it still a drabble if its 1k? sweats

i guess i should practice drabbles a bit more lmao………

but this rly helped me get my Writing juices running again, so thank u for sending me a prompt, @satyr-syd! i hope ull like this silly thing, i rly admire u and ur writing

edit: read on AO3 here!

Oikawascurries into Hanamaki and Matsukawa’s shared apartment, banging the door shutand pressing his back against the reassuring solidity of wood. His chest isheaving and his hair… is as perfect as ever, somehow. Yet, out of habit,Oikawa raises a hand to fiddle with his bangs.

In theliving room couch facing the door, Hanamaki and Matsukawa turn their heads toregard him with twin aloofness. Hanamaki is lying on the couch with his headpillowed on Matsukawa’s lap, while his boyfriend is holding a bunch of grapesin one hand and seemingly using his other one to pop one purple pearl at a timeinto his beloved’s waiting mouth.

Oikawaspares one thought to how ridiculous his best friends are before he letshimself slide down against the door and sits on the floor.

After aminute of silent observation, Hanamaki and Matsukawa resume their earlieractivities.

“Aren’tyou going to ask me why I’m here?!” Oikawa protests while Hanamaki blissfullychews on a grape.

“Thisgirl on TV said it’s best to not pressure your friends into telling you theirproblems and just wait for them to come forward on their own,” Matsukawatells him lightly, pushing a grape between his own lips.

Oikawaopens his mouth and grapples for a retort, but ultimately groans infrustration.

Hanamakiglances at him with a smirk. “What’s your problem today, pretty boy?”

The airaround Oikawa seems to brighten up; whether it’s because he’s finally receivingthe attention he wants or because he’s been called pretty, it’s hard to tell.Perhaps it’s both.

“Youknow about Iwaizumi Hajime, right?”

Matsukawablinks. “The Iwaizumi Hajime in the same year and major as me? The guy yousaw talking to me on my way out of Art History class and proceeded to shamelesslyintroduce yourself to and spent three entire days telling me he’s been sculptedby the gods? That IwaizumiHajime?”

Oikawafrowns, but there are splotches of red and pink across his cheeks. “Yeah,that one.”

Matsukawaleans back on the couch with a satisfied little grin. “What abouthim?”

“Well…”Oikawa wrings his hands in a rare show of awkwardness. He usually plows througheven the most embarrassing of stories with a devil-may-care smile, so Matsukawaand Hanamaki’s joint interest is obviously piqued.

“Weeeeell…?” the two echo him inteasing coos. Oikawa glares at them and breathes deeply.

“We’vebeen hitting it off pretty well since we met. I may look like an asshole when Isay this, but I didn’t expect him to be so thoughtful when he’s all big andmacho and… has beautiful tan skin and gorgeous arms and-”

“Focus,lover boy,” Hanamaki sing-songs.

Oikawapouts, but gets back on track. “Anyway, I haven’t had the best of luck inguys-”

“Becauseyou keep picking pushy ones,” Matsukawa interjects.

“Letme finish!” Oikawa shrieks, offended. “As I was saying, even though all the boys I’ve dated were gorgeous,things never seem to work out. We were on different wavelengths.

“Ithought Iwa-chan would be just like that and I decided to try harder to make itwork this time. But he’s completely different from everyone else! We had a few datesand he’s been really respectful of boundaries without my needing to tell himanything; he didn’t even force a kiss on me right on the first date!”

Hanamaki staresat him, long-suffering. “Did you come here just to sing Iwaizumi’s praisesinto the next century? We get it, you’re dating a literal prince.”

Matsukawa wordlesslyslides another grape into Hanamaki’s mouth, and he reaches a hand to Matsukawa’scheek, giving him a smitten smile. Before Hanamaki can tack on a “you’renot the only one” or something equally sappy, Oikawa continues with hisstory.

“I’llget to the point if you stopinterrupting, damn it. Anyway, in our last date, I told him I’m gray-ace. Ithought… he needed to know there’s a possibility I’ll never feel like havingsex with him, and he took it really, really well. He told me he’s dated ace peoplebefore, which explained why it’s been so easy with him.”

“Doyou want to marry him?” Matsukawa asks with a knowing smirk.

“Iwant to marry him!” Oikawa answers with a groan, burying his face in hishands.

“Then,why are you here now and not getting a dog with him or something?”

Oikawasighs and looks up at them once more. “We were hanging out in my apartmenttoday and watching a volleyball match on TV, and we started… making out alittle bit halfway through. We got into the subject of sex, but we were kind ofjust joking around… and I… may have said we should get neon condoms andsimulate a lightsaber duel…”

“YOUDID WHAT?!” Hanamaki screeches and springs up in the couch, very nearlyknocking his forehead against Matsukawa’s.

“I WASJUST JOKING, OF COURSE I WOULDN’T-”

Hanamaki isdoubling over in scandalous laughter while Matsukawa is just giving Oikawa areally puzzled look.

“Ican’t believe it… You said that… Oh my God, what would your fangirls say…The cool and smooth Oikawa-san…” Hanamaki wheezes. Matsukawa brushes apacifying hand against his boyfriend’s back when he starts coughing.

“Idon’t think that’s a reason to come here running,” Matsukawa says with a thickbrow raised.

“It istoo!” Oikawa cries out. “You didn’t see it- He just froze up and gaveme this really horrified look!”

“OIKAWA,YOU PROPOSED TO SWORDFIGHT WITH YOUR DICKS!” Hanamaki positively hollers,and there are tears in his eyes. Matsukawa finally breaks and sputters.

Oikawalooks red as a tomato and ready to flee, and Matsukawa knows the next place he wouldgo to is their university, and that’s one hour away. Better keep him close.

Matsukawabreathes in and puts on his best “voice of reason” face. “Listen,I’m sure you just surprised him. Did you even try to talk to him afterthat?”

“No, Ijust ran here,” Oikawa says meekly and curls in on himself. “What amI gonna do? Iwa-chan was perfect and I ruined everything.”

Matsukawarolls his eyes. “Look, Oikawa, what you need to do now is…”

A ringtone fillsthe air—an overlycheerful pop song that’s Oikawa’s new addiction. Matsukawa snaps his mouth shutas Oikawa tremulously retrieves the phone from his hoodie’s front pocket. He staresdown at the screen, and his panicked gaze tells them enough without words.

“Justtalk to him already,” Hanamaki sighs, peach-pink from his laughing fit.“If he’s that much of a prince, I’m sure you two can move away from thislittle incident.”

Oikawainhales deeply and exhales, nodding resolutely. Hanamaki and Matsukawa watchquietly as Oikawa picks up Iwaizumi’s call.

“Hey,Iwa-chan. Yes, it’s just- I’m really sorry, I said something stupid and freakedyou out. If you can just leave it…” A pause follows as Oikawa listens towhatever Iwaizumi has to say. Hanamaki has to hold in the whim to ask Oikawa toput the call on speaker. “Uh… No, it’s nothing, you should just forgetabout it…” Oikawa frowns at his legs, criss-crossed on the floor. Hesighs. “It’s from Star Wars, Iwa-chan. You know about Star Wars,right?”

Hanamaki issnickering again and Matsukawa has to lightly slap his thigh so he’ll get agrip. Oikawa’s bashfulness turns into shock.

“You’ve never watched Star Wars?! Iwa-chan! Still, most people know about thelightsabers, have you been living under a rock?” Oikawa stops, then gaspsin mock-offense. “You brute! We’re going to watch every one of the movieswhen I get there!”

Iwaizumisays something, and Oikawa is clearly melting with relief in front of his bestfriends. He smiles to himself. “Yeah, I know. Thank you, Iwa-chan.”

Oikawahangs up and drops the hand with the phone, seemingly lost in thought.

“Nowthat that’s taken care of,” Matsukawa says, breaking the silence,“can we commoners get a bit of time for ourselves? There’s some making outin order here as well.”

“Alright,alright,” Oikawa sighs and gets up from the floor. He smiles and opens hismouth to say something, but then halts. “I was going to thank you, but youdidn’t help at all.”

“You’rewelcome!” Hanamaki chirps and entwines his arms around Matsukawa’s neck.“Make us your best men at the wedding, alright?”

Oikawahuffs indignantly and leaves with a carefree wave of his hand. The door clicksshut and Hanamaki plants a kiss on Matsukawa’s cheek.

“Now, wherewere we?”

#the seijoh third years are lit my fave squad in haikyuu!! so heres this Mess #ill update this w an ao3 link later prolly #matsuhana #iwaoi #two ships bc i suck #asks #satyr syd #satyr-syd

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