Keanu Reeves/ John Wick one shots

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Keanu Reeves x Reader. Drabble. (A/n- Inspired by the virtual episode of All Rise and the song 'As' by Stevie Wonder. Also, since I didn't say it before, I hope everyone out there is doing well. These are stressful, scary times, but this too will pass. Maybe not tomorrow, or even as quickly as we'd like, but it will and hopefully all will be well, one day. But until then, we can there for each other virtually :) ) 

The security of Keanu's arms was always one Y/n appreciated, they were warm, her safe harbor and he always managed to pack so much love into the embrace, that it was enough to make every wrong in the world melt away. She was always grateful that he'd chosen her they way she'd chosen him, that they'd made their commitment official and that forever, they'd have each other. Y/n honestly didn't think she could appreciated her husband more.....until a global pandemic had forced them to quarantine together, the way thousands, or perhaps millions, of other couples were doing. 

Needless to say, the state of the world was alarming and Y/n  was sure that if she were doing it on her own, she'd be having at least one mental break down per day. But with Keanu? It was more than tolerable. Somehow he'd always sense when the fear of the end not being in the foreseeable future and pull her against her chest, kissing the crown of her hair and reminding her that no matter what, they were in it together, through and through. 

That night was no different to the others they'd been spending together since movement had been restricted. Y/n and Keanu were curled up the living room sectional, having a lazy night in, an episode of their favorite television show playing. Y/n's legs were tucked under herself and one of Keanu's strong arms held her close. Her head was pressed into his side while her own arms were circled around Keanu, on hand laid on the center of his chest, soothingly warm beneath her touch. A bottle of red had been shared between them and by the winding down of the show, their glasses remained on the coffee table with barely anything left in them.   

Y/n's eyes were a little bleary and heavy from the alcohol and her over-sized sweater had started to feel reminiscent of a fuzzy cocoon while the soft sound of Keanu's breathing had already started to lull her into a light slumber. "This is nice, isn't it?" Keanu's soft words broke her out of her tire and Y/n angled her head to meet his gaze with a soft smile.

"Yeah," she agreed with a contented sigh, trying to snuggle closer. Keanu chuckled at her behavior, all but pulling Y/n into his lap, "It is, I know this whole situation sucks, but I'm glad that we're in it together."

"So am I," Keanu leaned down to offer Y/n an adoring kiss. They lips worked slowly in tandem and his free hand reached across to tangle in her hair while she clutched his t-shirt loosely, "I love you, so much," he temporarily broke their embrace.

"I love you too," Y/n's grin grew, allowing Keanu to pull her back in. For a while they remained like that, exchanging breathy admissions between loving pecks, but when the last scene of their show started up the credits and a seventies song started playing, Keanu untangled himself from Y/n, pulling her up as he stood abruptly, "What are we doing?" She laughed loudly.

"Let's dance," Keanu stationed on hand Y/n's hip and offered her the other, which she took readily, still giggling quietly. They swayed energetically and in time with each other but totally out of time with the music. There Y/n and Keanu stood, in the middle of their living room, barely hampered by the furniture, dancing to the end credits of a television show; their bare feet working together perfectly and tipsy laughter filling the room.

Eventually, as the song died down, Keanu's arm snaked around Y/n's back, pulling her body to his broad chest, her ear over his steady, calming heartbeat, his hold just as loving as it always was. Eventually, she let his hand go and they switched to simply hugging each other close as they swayed slowly. Occasionally, Keanu would lean down to press a chaste kiss to Y/n's hair, smiling when he saw that her eyes were shut with contentment. After that, everything else seemed to fade to black; there was nothing else that mattered. Not the chaos of the outside or whatever was playing on television, as long as Y/n and Keanu had each other, they would get through it.