Keanu Reeves/ John Wick one shots

Break Up to Make Up

Keanu Reeves x Reader.

"Were you serious tonight?" Y/n yelled as soon as they got into the hotel room. It had happened during at a premire after-party. He had told the interviewer that "they weren't serious" and that he was "seeing where it was going." Technically, she had not been there during the interview, but had heard it while waiting for him off to the side. None the less, it was not what anyone wanted to hear from their boyfriend who they had been openly dating for the past six months and had met after they were cast together on a movie, she had thought things were going great after all. They had exchanged 'I love yous". Apparently things were not going as great as she thought, if he was still testing the metaphorical waters that was her.

Keanu rubbed his hands over his face, walking to the other side of the bed. The last thing he had expected was for this to blow up in his face. "What was I supposed to say y/n?" He sat, taking off his shoes, "You know how these things go. What do you say when interviewers ask about me?" Y/n did know 'how it goes'. She was a celebrity herself and had given her fair share of interviews. He at least expected her to have some degree of understanding.

"I say that you're my boyfriend! What else am I supposed to say?" She crossed the room to stand in front of him. "Am I supposed to say "Oh gee, I'm not too sure about him yet. But we'll see."" Y/n put her hands on her hips, shaking her head. Her voice was softer when she spoke again, "Ke, when you say things like that it makes me feel like you're expecting things to end."

It took a while before he spoke again. However when he did, it was not what she was expecting to hear, and it was not what he wanted to say. He said it anyway, "Maybe I am."

The words were like a stab through Y/n's chest. Really? As hard as she fought them, the tears welled up in her eyes anyway. Her voice broke when she said; "What?"

Now it was his turn to act exorbitantly out of proportion, "Of course I do! You're young, you have the rest of you life ahead of you. You think I expect you to stay after we finish filming? Cause I don't. I love you Y/n, I do, but nothing lasts forever."

"Then I guess I was foolish to think we would." Sniffiling, she shook her head. Spinnig on her heel, she picked up her suit case and started throwing her stuff into it, not caring how it was packed. 

"Y/n, what are you doing?" Keanu asked, sounding tired. 

"Well, Keanu," She hardly ever used his full name, this was bad. Very bad. "Since you now have foresight, and you know all about the future. And you think so little of me," Y/n tossed a crumpled dress into the case, "I'm saving you the trouble, and leaving. Right now."

He watched her close up the bags and take out her phone to order a taxi. It hurt, knowing she was about to leave like this, angry and hurt. Hurt because of him. "Where are you going?"

"Home." He secretly hoped that home meant to his place in Los Angeles, though he figured that things were not so simple. Of course he was right, "I'm going back to New York." She had meant her home, the place where she lived, alone. "See you at work."

With that, Y/n walked out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind her, leaving him alone with anger, sadness and most of all, regret.

***

Two months later.

Their break up had dominated the press. It was everywhere, entertainment news, tabloids and interviewers were asking about every chance they got. By now, both Keanu and Y/n had gotten back to work, usually avoiding each other unless there was absoutly no choice but to speak. It was hard, for both of them. And awkward for everyone else on set.