#so I'm...remerging the ideas I guess?

[faydingrain]

I know I'm working on so many goddamn things but! I've been thinking about Steam Train and it's gonna get a bit of an overhaul~ ✨

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Never Saw the Start

♤ John Wick x platonic!f!reader (father/daughter duo) series masterlist

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♤ Summary: You make it to the Continental, threats are made. (2.3k)

♤ Warnings: John Wick violence, swears, injuries and blood descriptions.

♤ a/n: There will definitely be more parts, although I'm not completely sure where it's heading. I've begun a tag list so just comment or send in a request to be added! If you want to request little one-shots or ideas you have of these two I think that'd be fun too!

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You were shaken awake by John, unsure how long you slept you still felt a bit drowsy. “Can’t sleep too long on that head. We’re here.” You looked up to see a tall and posh hotel that stood at an angle.

Your door was opened by John who guided you out. You attempted to take off his jacket to return to him but he just pulled it tighter around you. The doors opened for you and you were shocked by the inside of the hotel.

To say it was nice would be an understatement. You and John heavily stood out in your disarrayed states. Both with ripped clothes and drenched in blood, John with a limp to his left leg that you hadn’t noticed until now.

You slightly shrunk into yourself, uncomfortable with the stares of those around you. Little did you know it had more to do with the fact that John Wick was accompanied with a child. As you approached the front desk you were greeted by the manager who held a friendly smile.

A person brushed past you in a rush, you leaned into John, trying not be shoved down by the person in their urgency to exit the hotel.

“Good to see you again, sir. With a guest too?” The man questioned at the end. He studied you but in a way that you weren’t bothered by. John leaned against the desk to relieve pressure against his leg.

“Charon,” he greets, “I’ll be needing a room for her.” The manager's smile dropped into a frown that swam with sympathy. “Is she a member?” The tone of his voice suggested he already knew the answer to his question.

John tensed, the familiar glower you’ve already become accustomed to returned. “Is Winston available?” Charon sighed but nodded. He gestured to a private elevator, “at the bar, sir.” John stood back up and pulled you to follow along.

Before you could disappear into the elevator the manager called out to John, “your other guest… would you like me to bring them out?” John looked at you before nodding at Charon. He disappeared for a moment, when he remerged it was now accompanied by a gray Pitbull.

She ran over to John excitedly, he leant down giving her a few pats as she licked him. She turned around to you, cautiously sniffing you. You couldn’t help but let out a slight squeal as you knelt down to be at the dogs level, “you have a dog?”

You giggled as the dog grew excited with you and jumped at you. John slightly smiled before calling you both to the elevator. You and the dog were now glued to each other's sides, you gave her snout a big kiss before turning back to John, “what’s her name?”

“Dog.” He pressed the button to the last floor and you pouted. “You got this cute dog and didn’t give her a name?” John looked amused at your outrage, reaching past you to give Dog another pat. “I did name her; Dog.”

“That’s not a name-” You were cut off by the elevator's ding and its doors opening. The atmosphere's playfulness evaporated as John’s stance stiffened. His smiles and banter with you morphed into his stoic business stature.

You and Dog followed close behind him, stopping when the bartender called out a joyful, ‘Jonathan!’ your brows furrowed only to discover she was talking to none other than John Wick. “Hello, Addy,” he kindly answers her.

“To think I’d see you back. I thought you’d be done after…” She trails off, pointedly staring at Dog. You looked between the two and Dog as if that’d help you learn what she was referring to. “I guess I’m not quite retired again.”

Addy’s focus snapped to you, seemingly just taking you in, “a job or mini Wick?” 

“She’s not-”

“He’s not my dad.” Both of your voices overlapped with each other. She nodded, pushing a glass towards John that he took without question. “Job then. You’re definitely not old enough for what I have in stock, good with water and some snacks?”

It had been over a day since you’ve last had anything to drink or eat and right now the sound of water and a simple snack seemed like heaven. You nodded eagerly, she grabbed them both for you with a wide grin.

“I’ll be seeing you, Jonathan and not-mini-Wick.” You waved at her, slipping Dog a piece of the cracker you bit into. John nodded to Addy and guided you two to a booth near the back. He waited for you to get settled with Dog and ordered you to sit there.

“I have to talk to someone, you wait here. I won’t be long.” You scooched over to the middle, Dog sitting at your side and stealing more of the food. “John,” you called after him. He paused. “What if I can’t stay?” Will you pass me off like he did? Will I be alone?

“We go somewhere else.” We. You relaxed into the seat, a relieved smile grew on your face. You shot him a thumbs up, chugging back your water and watched him make his way towards an older man reading some papers with a pair of glasses hanging low on his nose.

“Winston,” John greeted. Winston looked up from his papers and smiled when he caught sight of who called for him. “Ah, Jonathan, what may I do for you.” John took a seat in front of him at the table, rubbing at his left leg.

“I have a guest here.” Winston placed down his papers and removed his glasses from their place on his face. “Are they a member?” Winston, being the only person able to read John’s expression, frowned, displeased.

“You know the rules, the Continental is members only. No exceptions,” he looked back down to his papers. John sighed heavily, pushing his hair back and rubbing his forehead. “She’s a kid.” Winston’s attention snapped back to him, catching sight of you a few tables from them.

“Who would entrust you with a child?” Winston looked nothing short of concerned. “She’s in need of protection. Desperate need.” John emphasized. Winston sighed, peering at you. You were giggling along with Dog, still covered in blood and scrapes.

“I wish there was more I could do, Jonathan. Child or not, she is not a member.” John’s jaw tensed. The easy way never worked out. In the Continental you could stay without being harmed while John dealt with the Spade’s. Now he’d have to bring you with him, leaving you out of his sight was too risky.

He gazed back at you only to find a man had joined your table, a man showing off a spade card. John roughly shoved back his seat, catching Winston’s attention. He strode over to your booth, lifting the man up by his collar and tossing him out of the seat.

“Now, let’s not forget hotel rules,” Winston called out from behind in an attempt to prevent the chaos that was about to ensue. John knelt down to the man and held him menacingly, You were cowering back in your seat with Dog growling in front of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The man chuckled but the shaking of his hands gave away his fear of being up close to the infamous John wick. “Passing along a message. I’m safe to do so, not even you can hurt me here, Baba Yaga.”

John yanked the man closer, leaning in, “you won’t be able to hide here forever. Now speak to me, not her.” The man grunted at the little shake John gave him. “He wants his pin. Amends can be made but without it, blood will spill. The attack earlier was just a warning.”

You reached into your pocket for the spade pin you took from the body only to come up empty handed. You hadn’t dropped it - you know you didn’t. Your mind flashed back to when you first walked into the hotel. The person who bumped into you earlier. You were a thief and didn’t even notice when you were pickpocketed. 

John watched as utter hopeless dread filled your expression, bottom lip slightly trembling. “It was stolen,” your voice shook. The man held down on the floor laughed out, regaining everyone's attention.

“Let there be blood.” His cackles were silenced by John knocking him unconscious. He stood to meet Winston’s judging stare. “I can’t kill him, but I can hurt him.” Winston sighed, unimpressed.

John walked over to you, pulling you from the booth seat. You were visibly shaking, you had a way to stop all of this and it slipped through your fingers so quickly. He placed a hand on your shoulder, stilling you.

“Is the Doctor in?” Winston smiled, “now that, I can do for you.”

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You were sitting on a cushioned chair, Dog by your feet. John was by the door waiting to greet this Doctor. You wrung your hands together looking all around the room, it wasn’t your typical doctors office - not that you’ve been to many.

Your anxiety was through the roof, not knowing what direction you were heading after this. From the way John had addressed his ‘friend’ you guessed you weren’t welcome in the hotel, and now it was made clear the Spade wanted you dead for a lost pin.

“If it was stolen it’s important and people know it. Valuable things are sold, I know someone who knows everything happening in the city.” He had read your mind. “We go there next?” You asked, leaning down to pet Dog for some comfort.

John shook his head, “we go home next. I have some things I’ll need for future problems.” You had a feeling by ‘things’ he meant weapons and lots of them. “Can you teach me how you use a knife like that?” You wave around your arms, mocking his earlier actions with added sound effects.

“You’re not touching a knife,” he deadpanned. “What about a gun? I’ll need to protect myself,” you pointed out. John stood strong, unaffected by your act, “you won’t be needing any of it.” You grunted in frustration, picking at a scab that started to grow at your knee. 

You thought back to the guy down at the bar, remembering the name he called John by. “What that guy called you - Baba Yaga, like the boogeyman?” He moved from the door, dragging a chair from the corner closer to you and taking a seat.

“Yes.” You watched as he rubbed at the leg he was limping on earlier. “I don’t think it suits you.” He leaned back into the chair, calling over Dog which made you frown over the loss of her attention. “Why’s that?”

“I’ve always imagined the boogeyman wearing a top hat.” He instantly scowled at you, “I’m not wearing a top hat.” You failed at swallowing the laughter that built up from the conjured image of John wearing a top hat while fighting the bad guys.

“Do I get a nickname now since I’m with you?” You tried to call Dog back to you but she stayed by John’s side, betrayal from Dog hurting you worse than the throbbing at the back of your head. “What would you be called, Likho?” 

You didn’t know what that meant but telling from his taunting tone it wasn’t anything nice. “That was an insult. You just made fun, didn’t you?” Though it was less of a question and more of a statement.

John cracked a smirk but refused to face you, instead focusing on Dog. Traitor. “Is your name really Jonathan?” It didn’t sound quite right for him. “Jardani Jovonovich.” In return you told him your full name.

Another road breached on your journey together. Finally the door opened revealing the Doctor you’ve heard mentioned several times. He was a rather old man, older than John. He had a slight hunch and wore a pair of glasses.

“John Wick and a child?” A fact that seems to shock everyone you meet. “Her heads been hit a few times,” John gestures to the back of your head.

The man walks over to your side, pulling up his glasses and muttering a small, “let me see.” He poked and prodded at your head a bit, you did your best to resist flinching away, instead allowing for hissed out winces to escape.

“Well,” he leans back, “no stitches. Just some bandaging for a slight concussion.” He pulled out some white bandages, medical tape, alcohol, and set to work. It didn’t take him very long to patch you up, used to the rush of severely injured hitmen.

Before he could move on you pointed at John, “what about his leg?” The Doctor moved from you to inspect his left leg. “You did not mention your leg,” he scolded, pulling the ripped fabric from the injury. “A stab wound,” he tsked.

Your eyes widened at the casual way John had hid a stab wound all this time. You watched as the Doctor pulled out a stitching kit, John not even blinking as the needle pulled his skin back together. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to not hide injuries? If not for that girl…” The Doctor rambled on amidst his stitching. John’s face scrunched at a particularly hard yank of the needle that he was sure was done purposefully.

“Well, she’s here now to prevent that.” He stood straight after the Doctor finished his stitching, placing his equipment away into a drawer. He pulled a bottle with a few pills, “for her pain.” John pocketed it and nodded for you to get back up.

You watched as he handed the very same gold coin he took from Aurelio to the Doctor. “Come on, kid.” You thanked the Doctor, now heading out to the place John Wick called home. The preparation for the fight over your life now begins.

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101 Ways To Kill Bucky Barnes

Snake In The Grass

"Seriously! We all know that there was no way the official story adds up." You laughed whole heartily. You had been sitting at the restaurant for hours, loosing yourself in conversation with Bucky. The food had come and gone and true to Bucky's word, it had to have been the best Italian place you had been to since you left Italy.

"I'm telling you, that's exactly how that went down." He replied, leaning back in his chair.

"Everyone, the whole world knows, that the us government found an alien space craft." You leaned back looking at him, grinning like an idiot. "Whether or not you believe it, it was a whole cover up. One day in the local papers the next day nothing."

"Doll, it was a weather ballon." Bucky smiled as he stood. "You about ready? Mama's is going to close soon."

"What?" You looked down at your watch and that it was already midnight. "Holy crap! We've been here that long?"

"Time goes by faster when you are with good company." He smiled down to you. "I'm going pay, be right back."

You watched as Bucky walked over to the register, feeling guilty that you would have to finish the job you were being paid to do. You had looked into the people that wanted him dead, and there was no way you were going to double cross them. They had the money and resources to hunt you down if you backed out. Slowly you stood from your seat as Angelina came over to you.

"The food was amazing." You smiled as the woman hugged you again.

"You know, he's never brought a girl here." She smiled up at you, her eyes twinkling a bit. "He's had a rough time, just don't hurt him."

   "I won't Angelina." You lied with a smile, well it wasn't a full lie, you were just going to kill him after all. Bucky walked back up to you, gently he grasped your hand, almost unsure whether or not you would bulk at the idea and he led you out of the restaurant.

   "How about I give you a ride to your apartment, it's late and I would feel better then if I dropped you off at the coffee place." Bucky stated walking toward the motorcycle as he handed you the helmet.

   "I guess that's fine, but you're not allowed to come up, drop me off at the street." You replied, last thing you needed was for him to get a wild hair up his rear and drop by unannounced.

However Bucky was ever the gentlemen, he took you back to your apartment, and waited curbside while you let yourself into the building. Bucky had given you his number, saying if you were free the next day to drop him a line. Fishing out your phone you texted Fernando as you climbed the stairs to your apartment.

You: this is not going the way I intended it.

Fern: what? You expected the winter soldier to die over a little poison?

You: dude, I used enough to take out four sumo wrestlers!

Fern: got to think of something better chicka.

You: still have that cobra?

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You woke up the next morning with a pretty clear plan in your head. You dressed casually as you headed over to Fernando's tiny apartment. You let yourself in without knocking, the place looked as spotless as it always did, everything perfectly placed, nothing out of disarray. Hard to believe this man ever got his own hands dirty but he did.

"Alright, y/n, what's this plan of yours?" He asked, stepping out from the bedroom, a snake draped over his shoulders. The reptile flicked its tongue out, head arching up, hood flared out. Its focus was solely on you, and it caused your heart to skip a single beat. The snake was massive for a cobra, and it was as beautiful as it was deadly.

    You ran the plan past Fernando again as you shoved him out the door after he set the snake down on the floor. Your eyes glued to the venomous creature as it slithered out of sight.

   "Promise he won't hurt flower?" Fernando asked at the door, you rolled your eyes taking a deep breath.

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    "Hey, Bucky, it's me." You breathed into the phone just as the snake finally slithered under the couch.

"Hey Doll, hows your morning going?" He greeted you cheerfully.

"Uh, interesting." You replied, biting your bottom lip hoping this plan didn't backfire.

"How so?" He questioned, you could hear muffled words on the other end.

"Well, I promised to stop by and feed my friends snake while he was out of town and I might have forgotten to close the lid and Flower got out." You lied, taking a deep breath and slowly walking over to the kitchen counter and hopped up on to it, keeping an eye out for the deadly reptile.

    "Did you need some help catching it?" You could hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone, you rolled your eyes at the thought of being a damsel in distress but you had to try something other then poison this time.

    "It's not a huge deal or anything, if your busy that is but I wouldn't argue if you wanted to help." You stated, watching as the cobra slithered out from under the couch and under the tv stand.

    "Text me the address and I'll be on my way." He replied before he hung up, you did as instructed and waited. You kept an eye out for the cold blood creature, not wanting your plan to backfire.

    He did have a really nice laugh, you thought to yourself as you waited. You shook your head and reminded yourself he was a target nothing more, even if you could humor the idea of a romp in the proverbial hay with him, the longer your dragged this on the sooner he would find out that you had been sent to kill him. Plus you had no idea if your client was keeping tabs of you either.

   A crisp knock at the door interrupted your thoughts, must have been closer then you originally thought. You looked around before carefully sliding off of the counter top.

    "Coming." You called out, keeping your eyes trained to the floor, just incase Flower had decided to make a move from under the tv stand. Pulling the door open you were greeted by bright blue eyes, and a lopsided grin.

   "Hey doll." Bucky said as you stepped to the side and allowed him entry. "So what kind of snake is it?"

    "Uh," You responded just as Flower slid out from under the tv stand. "That kind."

   You watched as Bucky walked over toward the reptile, the Cobra reared up, it's hood slowly puffing up around it’s head. The snake flicked it’s tongue out at the man, you stood in your place, heart beating wildly, as you watched on.

    "Beautiful cobra." He remarked kneeling down, he was well within striking distance, your nerves were on end as he slowly reached out keeping his left hand level with it. The snake struck with lighting speed and Bucky instinctively pulled his hand back. The snake snapped forward again, sinking its teeth into the man's knee.

    "Bucky!" You called out as he reached down and grasped the animal by the back of the head, pulling it free from him. He stood and turned to look at you.

   "Where is the enclosure?" He asked calmly as the reptile curled around his arm.

    "Bucky, who cares about the enclosure it just bit you!" You stated, wide eyed, watching him carefully.

    "I'm immune to snake venom, same with poison, about the only perk from Hydra." He chuckled, you pointed back toward the back bedroom, Bucky walking in that direction. Of course, Hydra would think of making sure he was immune, why didn't you think of that. No wonder nothing was working, you took a deep breath as he remerged.

   "That's good, hate for Flower to have killed you." You told him with a smile as you both walked back to the door. You held it open as he stepped out, and followed behind him.

   "So what else you got going on today?"

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