Man's Best Friend [John Wick x Male Reader]

Chapter 11 - All Your Scars

Airport security patted you down, one agent deciding to make conversation while he was at it. They'd already cleared John, who had his hair styled in neat curls that were parted so that they fell to one side of his face. He was wearing a baby blue shirt and black slacks. He didn't look like John, but you suppose that was the idea. You were wearing dark blue jeans and a short sleeve khaki work shirt. Definitely not your usual choice in clothing but it worked. Your hair was also cropped very short, but not enough to look like the shaved look you'd sported during your military days.

"So what are you planning on doing?" The unexpectedly sociable man asked. You grinned, your smile a lot more exaggerated than you'd usually allow.

"There's a geology exhibit where we're headed. My husband finally caved and decided to come with me. If you ask me he's just sick of his job and wanted to get away for a bit."

"Ugh don't we all?" He said, patting his way down your leg.

You let out an excited little hum. "Not me. I love my job."

He laughed. "Let me guess, you're a geologist?"

"Damn right I am."

The man graced you with another chuckle and ushered you forward. "Well, enjoy."

"Thanks!" you exclaimed, running up to John and grabbing his bag. You stuck your tongue out at him as you rushed ahead of him with the luggage and he played the part of a fondly exasperated husband. Rolling his eyes and smiling, leisurely swaggering behind you.

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On the plane, you could tell John was getting antsy. It was a smaller plane and every possible sound, including the wind whirring around the plane outside was reverberating around you. You grabbed his hand and started tapping on his palm repeatedly, centering him.

You were like this too, to a lesser extent. It was sort of comical how the sounds of anguish and gunfire made your blood sing while inane noise could send you both into a panic.

"When are your tools arriving?"

Ah. He means the guns.

"They're being shipped in tonight, after we arrive. I'll go fetch them while you check into the hotel."

John nodded. "I should probably get us something to eat after I check in."

"Sounds good. There something you're craving?"

John tilted his head back, looking forlorn. "Pizza," he whispered dramatically and the old lady sitting next to him chuckled softly.

"Hmm I suppose I can allow it tonight but that means we're eating lean protein tomorrow."

John huffed. "Can I pick the toppings then?"

"You probably like weird toppings. I can smell it on you."

He looked genuinely offended for a moment. "Is green pepper a weird topping?"

You hummed thoughtfully. "No I suppose not. Good source of vitamin C anyway. With all your scars, if you got scurvy you'd bleed out in ten minutes."

He snorted softly. "Says you. Your torso looks like a torn rag. I'd give you five minutes, tops."

"I have a balanced diet, unlike you, Mr Bran-flakes-for-breakfast-lunch-and-dinner."

He smiled, the expression still sort of awkward on his face but all the more endearing for it.

John yawned abruptly, surprising both you and himself. You smiled in turn, the emotion hardly reflected in your mouth but startlingly prevalent in your eyes.