Keanu Reeves Preferences, Oneshots, Etc.

Attached: John Wick Imagine #1

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*You find John injured at the Continental*

"I'm fine, it's just a scratch, Emma,"

"No, it's a fucking stab wound to the gut, John,"

"Emma, please, don't worry about me,"

Ever since his wife died, you were the only one he'd let himself get close to since you reminded him so much of her. You gave him peace basically. You found him in a back alley in New York a while back and have been helping him ever since.

"Don't you Emma me! You expect me to just ignore you while you waltz in here, bleeding to death and acting all tough and macho!" The dog whines against your leg and wags it's tail frantically, "See! Even the dog agrees!"

"I mean it. If we get attached to each other it could have serious and dangerous consequences," He sighs and buries his head in his hands.

"John, look at us, we're already attached and you know it, just let me help you, please,"

"Emma," He sighs and you pull him into a hug, careful not to hurt him or mess up his bandages.

"Just rest, I don't mind," You tell him as he buries his head against your chest and you stroke his wet hair, "I'll keep an eye out for anything and if I see something I'll tell you, I promise,"

"Good," Is all that he mumbles as he wraps his hands around your torso and sighs deeply; you could tell he was severely sleep - deprived.

You kiss the top of his head and begin to shift slightly so he could lie down on the bed.

"No," He grunts and holds on tighter, "don't leave me,"

"I'm not gonna leave you, you idiot. You just need to get comfier and I need to sort my equipment out," You pat your glock that rests in your hip pouch and he groans but falls backwards onto the bed nonetheless.

You shake your head and turn away to look out the window,
"Y'know, you're more trouble than you're worth," You scoff and a light snore reaches your ears to tell you he's gone already.

With a slight shake of your head, you observe the scene outside and wonder if, maybe, when all of this is over, could you and John have a chance to live without the fear of getting a bullet to the head at any time? Could you ever walk down the street without a random assassin try to kill you for some stupid bounty?

Could you two ever have a chance together?