Keanu Reeves/ John Wick one shots

Love Me (Not)

John Wick x Reader

A cool breeze passed across and Y/n pulled her arms around herself. She stood on the balcony, looking over the city, lights twinkling in the distance, restless noises swirling around, no wonder they call it the city that never sleeps. It was past midnight, yet the street below bustled with life, pedestrians wordlessly buzzed passed each other while from twenty stories high, she could also faintly hear the blaring of horns.

The near silence in her penthouse was a stark contrast. High above the commotion was where Y/n stood, in a shirt made for a man twice her size and more. The man laid in her bed, flat on his stomach, wrapped up in her sheets. He didn't know that she stood, barefoot on the balcony, wondering where they would go from there. Y/n closed her eyes, a recent memory of him flashing by.

Laying next to her, John props himself on his elbow, offering her a soft smile as he looks down at her in his arms, "You're so perfect," He had whisperd softly, his fingers barely touching the outline of her face, gazing upon her with admiring eyes.

"No I'm not," She returns, "I'm no good, for you, or for anyone." Y/n had shakes her head, she didn't want to say it, but it felt so wrong to accept such a high praise.

"If you're no good then I'm the worst."  Using a calloused hand, John cups her face, it always marveled her how hands so often used for violence could be so gentle when touching her, how they could make her feel so safe. Then again, hers weren't very different, if only a little softer. "You're so much better than you give yourself credit for, I'm the one that doesn't deserve you." His lips meet hers in a brief kiss.

"You deserve every good thing that comes your way John, though, I'm not sure I'm one of those things."

"You'll always be one of those things Y/n,"  He offers her a sleepy smile before sinking down onto the pillow, slowly falling asleep.

"What are you doing out here?" John came up behind her wrapping strong arms around her, pressing her back to his front, holding her close.

"Couldn't sleep," Y/n mused quietly and after a brief moment of hesitation, leaning into John, embracing his welcome warmth. "You?"

"I was looking for you." John pressed a kiss to Y/n's hair, taking in the scent of her shampoo, basking in the normalcy of the moment. 

Y/n rubbed her hands over his arms, "You should rest. You only got back this afternoon and if you weren't already tired, you really wore yourself out back there." She giggled quietly. John's chest vibrated as he chuckled at her quip. 

Her earlier thoughts returned, sobering Y/n's mood. Pulling out of John's embrace, she moved to lean on the metal railing, regarding him curiously. His perfectly sculpted face illuminated by the city lights, his tone chest on display, the shine of old scars shining faintly, though it surrounding lights weren't enough to make fresh ones visible. How he managed to look so good in worn sleep pants always amazed her. Why he stayed with her always amazed her too. "What?" He questioned, taking note of the stark change in her demeanor. 

"Nothing." Y/n pushed the words away, "You should go back to bed. I'll join you a minute."

John took a step forward, ignoring her suggestion, reaching for her hands though, he missed them by a fraction as she reached behind her, grabbing the cool metal. "What's going on Y/n/n?"

"What are-"

"Don't," John cut her off, exasperated. "You've been distant since I got back. It's like you're here physically, but you aren't in every other way." He sighed, longing to close the distance between them but thinking better of it, "Is it about what you said earlier, cause if it is, I already told you, what we have is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Hell, Y/n I lo-"