Keanu Reeves/ John Wick one shots

Bruised, baby

Keanu Reeves x Reader (Context- Keanu comes home after a long day of training tired, sore and bruised and all Y/n wants to do is take care of her man.)

Y/n was sitting crossed legged on the living room sofa, channel surfing, paying more attention to her phone that the television. There was an open bottle of wine on the glass coffee table, next to her half empty glass. It was late, almost nine and Keanu hadn't come home yet. Earlier that day, he had sent her quick text saying that things were running into over time and that she shouldn't wait up. Yet though the alcohol had made her drowsy, Y/n was still awake, waiting for him, she hated the idea of him coming home when she was already asleep.

He had been training for the past couple months for an upcoming action movie that he was staring in. She always admired his dedication to his craft. Burning passion for the things they love was one of the many things that had made them so compatible in the first place. Thankfully, her passions never called for such physical efforts.

Checking the time again, Y/n frowned and sighed heavily, it was getting late and he still hadn't sent anything that indicated he would be home soon.

It was late. Like ten thirty late when Keanu parked his bike next to Y/n's little cherry red sport car in their garage. He hadn't called or texted to tell her that he was on his way because he had assumed that she was already asleep and didn't want to risk waking her.

As he walked through the garage entrance to their shared home, his muscles were sore and only when Keanu shrugged of his jacket did he notice the discoloration of bruises on his arms. His body ached head to toe and at that point, he was thinking of forgoing dinner and just collapsing into bed next to Y/n. Curling around her smaller body, inhaling her scent as he fell asleep.

Though, when he walked further into the house, he could hear the television on, playing a episode of some game show of the other. Maybe she had fallen asleep in front of the television. Keanu smiled at the thought of her balled up on the couch, probably wearing one of his t-shirts.

When he got to the living room, Y/n was there and she was indeed wearing one of his t-shirts, but she wasn't sleeping. Her eyes were glued to the television and there was a half filled wine glass in her hand. At the sight of him, she perked up, lowering the volume, "You're home."

Keanu made the final steps to the sofa, plopping down next to her. When she kissed him the taste of red wine lingered on her tongue. "I am." He smiled, rich brown eyes tired. 

Y/n frowned, placing a soft hand against his cheek. He leaned into her cool touch, closing his eyes for a minute, "You look beat."

"Just tired." Keanu took the glass from her hand, finishing off the wine, but Y/n didn't seem to notice, or care. He was her focus, "And sore."

"My poor guy." She cooed sympathetically, her feather light touch skimming downwards, settling at his firm bicep, "You're all bruised up. These must hurt so much." Her frown deepened and a little 'v' formed between her eyebrows, the worry in her eyes unmistakable.

Keanu adjusted himself on the couch, draping an arm across the back of the chair, "You don't need to worry about me baby, I'll be fine."

Y/n smiled sadly, he had been alone for so long before her that sometimes it seemed as if he had forgotten what it was like to have someone fuss over him.  "Keanu," Y/n started, "I love you, so I'll always worry." She pressed her soft lips to his. "And I'll take care of you too."

He raised his eyebrows, "Y/n/n, you don't have to-" Before he could finish protesting, Y/n had bent over, lifting his legs over hers so she could undo his shoes, silencing him with a pointed look. 

"I don't wanna hear it. For the rest of the night, I'm gonna take care of you." Getting one of his shoes of, she tossed it aside, "And its not because I have to. Its because I want to. And it doesn't matter how many times you tell me that you're fine and you don't want me fussing- I'm not giving this up, so just sit back and enjoy it." Y/n got his other shoe off, plucked the empty wine glass form his hand and stood.

She had left him with dinner on the couch while she went to start a bath. When Y/n returned about half hour later, he was finished and she cleared the dishes then took his arm, leading him to the bathroom. They had been together for a while, yet every time Y/n had tried to take care of him like this, Keanu felt a little guilty. He wanted to be the one taking care of her, looking after her needs, running her warm baths. He knew that it was irrational, that relationships worked both ways, but he couldn't help it.

The bathroom light was dimmed and the tub was filled, a familiar yet unrecognizable fragrance settling into the room, "What is that smell? It's nice but..."

"Its chamomile. It good for sore muscles." Y/n explained briefly, "Now, strip, or would you like some help?" She smirked teasingly.

"Help would be nice." He returned her sly smile.

Keanu sat at the edge of the tub, "Happy to oblige." As Y/n instructed, he raised his hands over his head and let her help him out of his t-shirt and then stood to finished getting undressed. Afterwards, he got into the tub, the warm water instantly relaxing him.

Y/n started picking up his clothes from the floor when Keanu reached out and grabbed her hand, "You aren't getting in?"

Y/n scoffed, "Of course not. This is for to relaxing. If I get in there, I doubt you'll do that."

"Please," He pouted dramatically, "I promise, no funny business."

Signing, Y/n dropped the clothes in a pile near the door then pulled his t-shirt over her head and shimmied out of her panties. "Fine. But no funny business mister," Quoting him, Y/n pointed sternly, "Now scoot." Chuckling lightly, Keanu moved forward and Y/n got in behind him. They probably looked like an odd pair, he was so tall that it looked strange for Y/n to be the bigger spoon. He had to sink down further so his head would rest on her chest. The sat like that for awhile until Y/n started kneading her hands into Keanu's shoulders. Eventually, he stopped thinking about it, and started enjoying the massage, leaning against her.

"You're so tense." Y/n commented as she continued. Keanu just hummed in response, tire finally getting the better of him, her tender touch lulling him to sleep. Y/n turned on the heater in the tub when the water started cool and then let her hands travel down his arms, lightly rubbing the bruises. When she realized that his eyes were drooping closed, Y/n gently shook Keanu awake. "Come on," Kissing his cheek, "Lets get ready for bed." 

"Yeah. Okay." He smiled sleepily. They emptied the tub and rinsed off before getting into pajamas- another one of Keanu's t-shirts for Y/n and a worn pair of plaid pajama pants for Keanu. Their usual bed time routine followed lazily, brushing teeth, he double checked the locks while she finished skin care. Afterwards, they tumbled into bed, Keanu instantly pulling Y/n flush against him. "Thank you. For everything." He whispered against her half dried hair.

Y/n turned in his embrace, trying to meet his eyes in the darkness of their bedroom, "You don't have to thank me. That's what love is right, being there for each other."

Keanu smiled, pressing his nose to hers, "I love you Y/n."

"I love you too. Goodnight." They shared a brief kiss before falling asleep like that, wrapped up in each other.