#keanu reeves x m!reader

[iovesia]

✧ ˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒.

bodyguard!john wick⠀x⠀bratty!spoiled!fem!reader.

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. being notorious for your spoiled, bratty behavior— you have successfully scared off your all previous bodyguards. but you’re stumped when this one just won’t quit.

—⠀੭୧⠀warnings⠀· ˚ ༘⠀large age gap. hyperfem!reader. reader is a bitch. mean!john. oral (m!receiving). dubious consent. brat taming. size kink. face slapping. 2.4k words.

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆 ִֶָ 𓂃 ⊹ for all my hyperfem!reader enthusiasts— this one's for you! i lowkey hate this but i haven't posted a fic in ages ohmygod and i also started school so i might be less active..

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NO.

It was the one word that was not in your vocabulary. 

“No. My decision is final.”

Unfortunately, it was your father’s favorite.

“Daddy, this is so unfair!” You squeal like a petulant child, hot on your father’s trail as he walks through the lavish penthouse which you reside in. Your heels hitting the marble floors reverberate along with your high pitched whining. “I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Bodyguard.” Your father corrects. 

“Same difference!” Your father lets out an exhausted sigh at your complaints, rubbing his eyes with his ring-adorned finger. The wrinkles on his face are prominent, displaying his ageing stress. “I can handle myself! I’m not a child anymore!”

“You behave like one!” Your father snaps. “It’s how you’ve managed to scare off the last two bodyguards. So help me God, if this one quits too, there’s going to be mayhem. You hear me, young lady?”

Your soft features contort into a nasty grimace when your father points his finger in your face. Resisting the urge to stomp your Dior, pink heel —ergo proving your father’s point— you let out a defeated scoff. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” Your father gives you a tight lipped smile. “Jesus, you’re just like your mother. God forbid things don’t go your way.” You try to ignore the sting in your heart at your father’s callous words, the venom in his tone as he refers cruelly to his ex-wife, and your mother. 

You clear your throat, quickly wishing to change the topic. “Who even is this guy?!”

“His name’s John Wick. He’s highly specialised in martial arts, firearms, and other weaponry. He also has military experience—”

“So basically, you hired The Terminator?” You interject, snapping your gum loudly in between your lip gloss covered lips. “I still don’t understand why the hell he’s here. None of my friends have old bodyguards following them!”

“Your friends are also not daughters of a mob boss,” your father replied bluntly, his patience wearing as thin as his greying hair. Before you could conjure another witty retort— the doorbell rings through the apartment. You follow close behind your father, eyes shooting daggers into the back of his skull when he walks into the entrance area. 

The penthouse was adorned with gold trim and marble floors, along with glimmering chandeliers hanging from the tall ceilings, accentuating your father’s immense wealth— your silver platter prison as you liked to call. 

“Christ, give me strength,” Your father mumbles under his breath.

“It’s John, isn’t it?”

“I pray it is.”

“If he’s short, bald and old like the last one— I’m going to freak out,” you hold your hands up defensively, briefly admiring your manicured french tip nails. You pride yourself on your appearance— if you’re not complaining and bitching, you’re spending daddy’s credit card on all things girly and pink.

The door slowly opens. From the bottom of your new bodyguard’s Oxford shoes, you eye him up past his lean body under his tight black suit— accentuating his buff arms and chest, up to his slicked back black hair and piercing dark eyes. You stare in slight disbelief at the man ahead, who towered over you. 

“Meet John. Your new bodyguard.”

AS ATTRACTIVE AND BROODING as your new bodyguard was, he was also quiet.

Too quiet.

Unlike your previous bodyguards, John was as still as stone, completely unresponsive to any of your nasty quips, bitchy comments or snarky commands. You were lucky to receive even a word of acknowledgement, let alone a sentence.

He was your silent shadow, always standing eerily close by wherever you went.  At the mall. At clubs. At the library. Even when you go to public restrooms, he stands waiting outside the door, embarrassingly dragging attention to the both of you.

“Seriously?” You grumble to yourself, adjusting your pink tennis skirt as you walk out of the ladies restroom. The older man merely looks down on you, his unreadable expression only pissing you off more.

“It’s my job.”

That was his famous catchphrase. Like a broken record, or a poor man’s Princess Bride— it was his automated response for any of your complaints. It’s his job. 

You huff, tongue in cheek as you lean against the doorframe of the kitchen, watching the brooding bodyguard read a book. John’s leaning against the back of the chair, his arm resting on the countertop of the kitchen island, his veiny hand holding the book upwards as he takes a sip of coffee with his other. The palpable silence was too much for you to bear. You’ve had enough. You needed a reaction out of him— anything— literally anything other than this monotonous apathy. 

Your hips sway side to side as you stroll over to John, his attention unwavering from his book. You clench your jaw, tapping your nails on the marble countertop. You take a seat next to him, and lift your leg up, resting your foot on his thigh. 

Shockingly, he raises a brow— but still doesn’t look at you.

“Lace up my heels,” you demand, a smug smile on your lips, gently digging the heel of your shoe into his thigh. But he doesn’t twitch. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t even produce a sound of pain.

“You’re not a child, you can do it yourself,” his voice is low, and raspy as he clears his throat. John flips to the next page of his book and your brows stitch together, a small frown etching on your lips.

“Lace up my heels, Jack,” you repeat firmly, the taunt in your voice disappearing as you purposefully get his name wrong.

“John.”

“Whatever.”

John’s attention to his stupid book never faltered, and your annoyance boiled like bile in your chest. Clearly you’d have to try a little bit harder. You remove your foot off his lap, and let out a purposefully loud sigh.

“I’m your boss, John,” you say mockingly, “you better do what I say.”

“Your father is my boss,” his tone is painfully monotonous, if he was anyhow irritated with your bratty behaviour— he didn’t show it. “I work for him.”

There’s another tense silence casted upon the door, and you huff, jumping off your seat before storming out of the kitchen. Blinded by your temper tantrum, you missed the older man’s leering eyes on your ass as you walked away.

YOU WERE FUMING.

A whole month.

A whole thirty days he’s been your bodyguard, and you still have not managed to find out what made John Wick tick. His silent, stoic demeanour seemed impenetrable to your girlish, spoiled wit. John has bested your previous guards by the duration of his stay— most, if not all of them would have packed their bags by this point.

The sun beamed on your soft skin, exposed by the skimpy pink bikini that barely covered your breasts and left little to the imagination. Lying across the sunbed next to the glistening infinity pool, the sun suddenly disappears from your face, and you open your eyes to see John hovering over you. 

“Move, you’re blocking the sun,” You roll your eyes, pulling your Cartier sunglasses above your head.

“Get dressed.”

You furrow your brows in confusion at his command.

“Your father says there’s a gala in a few hours, your attendance is mandatory.” John affirms his previous command, before he stalks away from you, his long legs carrying him far as he re-enters the penthouse. Immediately, you sit up from your sunbed, not bothering to cover your skimpy figure with a towel as you chase him.

“I don’t take orders from the help.”

“But, you do take orders from your father,” John quips, quirking a brow as he turns to face you, his staggeringly tall body looming over you. “Get dressed.”

“I don’t take orders from you, I’m not going!” You sneer, and when you attempt to walk past John, his large arm wraps around your forearm, gently but firmly pulling you backwards in front of him. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused. Get. Dressed.”

“Get fucked, how about that?” You retort, scoffing at his audacity to tell you what to do. “I don’t take orders from the butler.” Roughly tugging your arm back, you take a challenging step closer and you can feel the warmth radiating from his suit covered body. 

“Bodyguard.”

“Oh, please— you’re a glorified babysitter,” you chuckle incredulously. “All that military experience is probably a load of crap— I have half a mind to get my daddy to fire you!”

“I have half a mind to shut that mouth of yours,” John’s low voice has goosebumps swimming across your skin. He finally cracked, and now you were just waiting for the pieces to come apart. John takes a step forward, closing the distance as his chest nearly touches yours.

“What did you just say to me?” You speak quietly, your confidence slowly decreasing. A small, devious scowl creeping on his face. “I said: what did you just—”

Your words die in your throat when a sudden hand clutches your jaw, fingers digging into your cherub cheeks. A weak gasp comes out, as John pulls you closer, your exposed stomach and barely-covered breasts pressing against his lean body. His stubbled face leans down, your noses almost touch as he whispers: “I think it’s time you got a taste of your own medicine.”

“GET ON YOUR KNEES.”

Jaw dropped.

“What?” 

“You heard me,” John rests against the back of the leather couch, sitting as his legs manspreading with his elbows resting on the leather couch pillows. You stood like a deer in headlights in front of him, hands on your hips, looking down at him. “Get on your knees.”

“I’m not gonna do that, are you out of your mind?!” You squeal, offendedly. John merely licks his bottom lip, his eyes focused on your hips, and thighs. “You are so fired, John! I’m telling my dad!”

“Go ahead, let your precious daddy know you made another one of his staff quit..” John shrugs nonchalantly, scratching his beard. “Your father will be pissed, and will probably cut you off.. And then who will pay for those little bikinis?” 

You kiss your teeth, lips pursed as your leg bounces anxiously. He was right. 

“Asshole,” you hiss under your breath as you lower yourself down to the ground, your knees scratching against the rough carpet. His penetrating stare made you sweat, a chill tingling down your spine. God, you wished you had taken that towel with you. John’s voyeuristic gaze trailed from your breasts that barely fit in your bikini top, down the curves of your hips to the swell of your ass. 

“Come here,” he says slowly.

Reluctantly, you abide his words, and your hands and knees graze the carpet as you crawl over to John— like an obedient little puppy. Sitting on the heels of your foot, you rest your palm on your thighs, an exasperated huff flaring through your nose.

“You are a spoiled little girl, you know that?”

You roll your eyes.

Suddenly, pain blooms in your left cheek as a firm hand smacks across your face— not enough to hurt, but enough to shoot down your attitude, making you mewl. “Ow!”

“Aw.. did that hurt?” John leans forward, his warm breath hitting your face as you look up at him, batting your long lashes. His fingers digging into your cheeks again, holding you in place. “You want me to kiss it better?”

Your face flushes at his question, as you roll your shoulders back. The diva inside you was screaming when you nodded— but you didn’t care. You eyed the older man hungrily, the sting on your cheek had you rubbing your thighs together. Unfortunately, John noticed.

“That’s too bad.” Pushing your face away, he leans back against the couch. John subtly spreads his knees further apart, signalling you to his shiny belt buckle. Eyeing the older man hungrily, the pads of your fingers touch the cool metal as you undo his belt. 

His lowered slacks reveal his flushed, hardened cock, with pre-cum already leaking from the red tip. Your hand shakily wrapped around his shaft, your whole hand unable to fit around his full girth. You stroke him gently as his lips part, a soft groan escaping. You swallow nervously, his cock throbbing in your hand when you halt your hand. Spit gathering into a small glob on your lips before stretching down onto his mushroom tip. The saliva made your movements smoother, and more confident. 

“I know that mouth does more than complain,” John taunts, his large hand softly caressing the back of your head when he edges your face closer to his thick shaft. Your mouth waters as you wrap your glossy lips around his cock, your tongue flat against his tip, the salty pre-cum satisfying your tastebuds.

Relaxing your jaw to adjust to his size, you lower your head, his cock nudging against the back of your throat. Whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your hands covered, massaging the base of his cock. John grits his teeth, swallowing a groan as you begin bobbing up and down his cock. John’s hand is heavier on the back of your hand, forcing you lower on his cock till your nose is buried in his short, curly pubes— making you gag loudly.

“Does the spoiled brat need some air?” John chuckles raspily, his hand clutching your hair, pulling you back off his cock. A thick line of saliva dribbles down your chin, lips puffy as tears brim your waterline. Your jaw ached, but your tongue was desperate for more. His thumb swipes against your bottom lip, wiping away the pre-cum and spit, before shoving his thumb into your mouth. The pad of his thumb presses down on your tongue, and you gag once again. 

“Spent the last month dealing with your little attitude problem,” John eyes squinted into slits, repeatedly patting your face with his other hand. “I think a little appreciation is in check.”

Like a cockdrunk doll, you nod ditzily as he switches his thumb out for the tip of his shaft. 

Your father was surprised to see you wearing jeans the next day, as they covered those little bruises on your knees.

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[telekineticseance]

I mean...

if you want to write about edging matt and/or trey until they're a crying and whining mess I wouldn't mind... pretty please? <3

EDGE OF GLORY

pairing: trey parker x gn! reader

summary: your boyfriend is "flirting" with a girl on set

genre: smut

word count: 2519

cw: jealousy, oral (male receiving), edging, dom(gn)/sub(m) dynamic, overstimulation

author's note: my first time writing a guy like this so um yeah...took this inspo from a pic of trey in that purple suit where you can see his bulge ��

Your eyes practically stabbed daggers at Trey from across the room, watching him flirt with one of the extras in his movie. He was currently filming Orgazmo and although everything was great between the two of you, every time that extra walked onto set she would immediately be up Trey’s ass. Giggling at everything he said, lightly caressing his arm, and he never pushed her away. He just let her keep going.

You sat in his director’s chair pretending to read a magazine but in reality, you couldn’t get your eyes off of them before Trey realized the time and walked away from her, calling the nearby actors that were needed for the scene. You watched him point to their spots on the set and act out what they were supposed to do in front of them before walking over to his seat, leaning down to give you a kiss on the forehead. You declined before getting up from his chair and walking away to another part of the house they were filming in.

Trey watched you with confusion in his eyes as you walked away before shaking his head, most likely deciding he would ask you later, before yelling “Action!” to the actors and they started rolling. You listened to them film one of their not sex, sex scenes with Matt yelling whatever one liner he could during the moment. You angrily flipped through the pages of your magazine, the scene of that actress flirting with Trey just playing over and over again in your head.

You were reading some interview with the new Keanu Reeves movie called “Devil’s Advocate” thinking about how you would probably drag Trey to watch it solely because of the “plot”..the “plot” being Keanu. You could care less about some movie where he played a lawyer. As you were reading you heard the door to the room shut and lock before you lowered your magazine to see Trey standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest, his face scrunched up in irritation.

You rolled your eyes before going back to the article as Trey walked over and grabbed the magazine before setting it on the table next to the bed, “Care to explain?” You stayed silent looking up at him before he scoffed and threw his hands up, “So what? Instead of being an adult and talking to me, you're just gonna stay quiet?”

You rolled your eyes again, reaching over to the magazine and starting to open it again before he grabbed it and threw it across the room, “No. We’re talking. You’re not shutting me out,” His voice raised before he took a deep breath. “Just please,” He got down on his knees next to the bed, looking at you with his eyes practically shining in the light, “Talk to me.”

“Why don’t you go talk to your little extra girlfriend?” You asked, practically spitting the words at him before his eyebrows furrowed and he parted his lips in confusion, “Who?”

You scoffed in response, “Who? Don’t fucking act dumb Trey.” You told him, standing up from the bed walking across the room. He stumbled to get up from his knees, reaching his hand out to grab your arm, stopping you, “I’m not acting dumb. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit Trey. She’s here every day even when she’s not needed and she’s always up your ass.” He thought for a minute, still not putting the pieces together before his eyes widened, “Oh my god? You mean…” He paused, looking around for a minute, “Andrea?” He asked. You shrugged in response, if you were being honest you never got her name because you didn’t care. “Maybe? I don’t know Trey, is she the one that is always gripping onto your bicep and flirting with you.”

He chuckled awkwardly as he looked at you, “I don’t know what you saw, but I promise you, it’s not what you think.” You rolled your eyes, putting your hand on Trey’s bare arm grazing it gently as you fake giggle, “You’re so funny Trey. Please Trey give me your cock.” You spoke in a high pitched, valley girl voice.

He laughed at your impression, “Well if you’re asking for it.” You slapped his arm in response making him wince, “Okay okay…but she’s never said that.” You pulled your hand away from his arm before rolling your eyes, as if he was missing the point entirely, “She was insinuating it.”

He let out a sigh, “Maybe she was. But even if she was, I don’t want her.” He told you, looking down at you. You shrugged in response, looking away from him. It was hard to stay mad at him when he’d look into your eyes and that dumb little face of his. He lifted your face up with his fingers, making you look into his eyes, “I’m yours.” He clarified, leaning down to kiss you gently.

You kissed him back, letting all the worries evaporate when his lips touch yours. The kissing deepened as the two of you stumbled to the bed, Trey laying down on his back as you crawled on top of him, lips attached to his. You felt the bulge through his purple spandex suit as you straddled his lap, kissing his neck causing his breathing to increase. You pulled away, running your finger down his torso, lightly stroking the growing length as he winced out in response, “Where did this come from? Did your little friend cause this?” You asked, starting to palm him in the middle of talking.

He let out another wince while shaking his head, “N-No.” You hummed as he bucked his hips against your hand, letting out a few winces. You smirked to yourself, as you moved your pace into a faster motion. He tried moving his hands down to yours and you quickly slapped it away, “No,” You told him as he moved his hands back to his sides, clenching onto the sheets below him.

You watched his eyes close as his brows furrowed, his body tensing up under your touch, “I-I’m..” He breathed out, you could tell he was close as his hips moved more, making them move along with your touch before you pulled your hand away and he looked at you, his breathing still fast and heavy.

You watched him as he sat up against the headboard, “That’s not- why?” He asked, he huffed, moving his hand to his crotch and starting to rub before you grabbed onto his wrist pulling his hand away, moving close to his face. “I want to remind you..who you belong to okay?”

He nodded in response before you let go of his wrist and motioned to a spot next to the bed, “Take off the costume, wouldn’t want to ruin it now would we?” You asked and he shook his head before sliding off the bed and starting to pull off the costume. You stood up in front of him running a finger up his stomach, causing him to shudder as you reached for the zipper of the costume, helping him take it off before dropping it to the floor next to him as he stood in front of you, revealing that he wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath.

You bit your bottom lip, wrapping your fingers around his hardened cock as you wiped a bit of precum with your thumb and began stroking his length. “This all for me?” You asked him and he nodded slowly letting out a whine, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. The one thing that kept you hopeful in your head every time that girl would come near him is that you knew you were the only one that could make him submit under your touch.

You pulled your hand away causing him to let out a sigh before motioning him back to the bed. He laid on his back, looking at you with pleading eyes, but you weren’t ready to give in yet, you wanted him to beg for you. You sat on the bed next to him, stroking your fingers along the inside of his thigh, watching him twitch under your touch. His breathing stayed to be increased as you continued teasing him with your fingers.

You ran your fingers from his thigh up to his abdomen, smirking to yourself when his stomach would tense when you hit a sensitive spot, gracing your finger over it a second time just to watch him do it again. He let out a whimper as he bucked his hips with your touch and you watched the beads of sweat run off his forehead.

“What do you want Trey? Use your words I know you can,” You told him as he let out a whine. “I want you to touch me.” He whined, squirming as you traced your fingers along his stomach, running it up his chest. “I feel like that wasn’t enough.”

You grabbed his face with your hand, smushing his face in the process to make his lips pucker, “What do you want?”

He blinked, taking a gulp before looking at you with pleading eyes, “P-Please. Touch me.” He spoke through his smushed lips and you shrugged, pulling your hand away and getting up from the bed, walking across the room. He watched you closely, hands clenching on the sheet, most likely fighting the urge to touch himself.

You ran your hands along your body, performing a strip tease for him at the end of the bed as he watched, rubbing his hands up and down the sheet below him. You left your clothes on the floor before crawling up on the bed, positioning yourself in between Trey’s legs, running your fingers along the sides. He threw his head into the pillow, letting out a puff of air with a whine following close behind.

He went to touch your hand with his but quickly pushed it away before crawling on top of him, placing your lips on his gently before kissing down his body. He bucked his hips against your lips when you reached the happy trail on his stomach. The almost feminine sounding whines continued to spill from his mouth as he pleaded with you, begging you to give him the touch he desires. You hummed innocently as you stuck out your tongue and lightly ran it up from the base to the tip of his cock, making him let out a gasp.

“I’ll ask you one more time, okay?” You spoke to him gently, “Use your words.”

He looked at you, sweat dripping from his forehead, causing strands of his hair to stick to his face, “Please baby, just touch me. I-I’ll never talk to her again. Just please.” He whined, starting to squirm his hips again.

You paused for a moment, before nodding to yourself, “Good boy. That’s all I wanted.” You let a drop of spit fall from your lips and drip onto the pink tip before taking your hand and wrapping it around his hardened length, dragging it up and down. He let his head sink into the pillow below him, “F-Fuck,” he moaned out, moving his hips with your movements.

The knock on the door interrupted the two of you as you continued stroking him, “Trey? You in there?” Matt’s voice rang from the other side as he shook the doorknob. You looked between the door and Trey as he closed his eyes tightly. “Well, aren't you going to answer?”

He suppressed a moan, as he opened his mouth, “Y-Yeah just give me a min-” He stopped mid sentence to let out a gasp and grip onto the sheets tightly, his eyes widening when you dipped down to wrap your lips on his tip.

“O…kay? I’ll just tell everyone to go to lunch?” Matt’s voice spoke as you pulled your mouth away, looking up at Trey. “Mmhmm.”

You heard the footsteps leave the hallway as Trey let out a groan. His hips rutted against your hand as your pace quickened. His breathing quickened as his stomach tightened under your touch, “I’m gonna-” You cut him off by pulling your hand away and he let out a cry. “Please, I can’t keep doing this.” He begged you, his eyes filling with tears as he whimpered and whined.

You laughed to yourself at the sight of him. His face was flushed and the sweat was soaking the pillow underneath him. “Fine,” You said before leaning down and wrapping your lips around his furiously red tip. You took him in, feeling his length hit the back of your throat as you swirl your tongue around.

He bucked his hips into your mouth, “G-Gonna fucking cum. S-So close,” He said, his stomach tightening as his toes curled. You moaned against his cock, sending vibrations as you felt his tip twitch in your mouth. You felt the liquid shoot to the back of your throat as you swallowed it down, your throat tightening around his cock causing him to let out more moans. He practically sunk into the bedding as you pulled your mouth away with a pop!

A string of a combination of cum and saliva hung from your lips to the tip as you looked up at him. His chest rose and sunk in quickly with his fingers digging into the mattress. You grabbed the back of his cock in your hand and started pumping him in your hand.

He winced from your touch, trying to pull your hand away and you shook your head. “No. I wanna see you cum again. I want to watch you.” You told him, the grip getting tighter as you watched his eye tighten. He moved his hips against your hand, whimpering from your touch. “I want you. To remember I’m the only one who makes you feel this way.” You whispered.

He nodded in response, his pink lips parted as he looked down at your hand. “I’m close,” He barely let out a whisper, his voice catching in his throat. You smirked to yourself and leaned down, placing a kiss on his lips. “Come on baby,” You murmured against his lips before looking down at the cock between the two of you.

You watched him squirm under your touch before he spilled out onto your hand, not as much as the first time but it was enough to run off your hand onto the sheets between his legs. You pulled your hand away and licked it clean, along with the liquid that dripped down his length. You leaned down and kissed him gently, his breathing starting to slow as you did so. “Now get dressed and get back on set,” You whispered to him before getting up and putting your clothes on. You walked out of the room, shutting the door behind you before seeing Angela standing at the end of the hallway, probably waiting on Trey. You smirked to yourself before giving her a wave and walking back to the set. You were right, you really had nothing to worry about.

#this took me a while #almost gave up at one point #and it feels rushed? idk #but i hope y'all enjoy it #trey parker #trey parker x reader

[wednesdaymunson]

Mine (Interlude)

Baby Daddy!Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: It's the day after reader slept with Eddie and told him that she still loved him. Eddie finds out she's seeing Keanu. Eddie and reader decide to stop hooking up. Reader is in NYC to spend a couple of days with Keanu.

A/N: This was meant to be part 3, but the material written after was a little over the place, at this point it's still in outline mode while I work on a Kas request. So this is an interlude and I hope you enjoy 😊-reblogs and likes are most welcomed and I love getting feedback 🖤

Warnings: slight angst,smut,a dab of toxic Baby Daddy Eddie, fluff, special guest Steve, thigh riding, oral(m receiving). Drinking. Possessiveness. I think that's about it.

Word count: 2,453 give or take

Head Over Heels pt 2

''Fuck you!'' Was the last thing you said to Eddie when you called to tell him you were leaving for New York. It turned into a heated argument, him demanding you not to leave. You didn't like being that way with him, but where does he get off telling you, you couldn't leave?

You arrived at a loft that Keanu rented while he was in town. You were greeted by Harvey, the doorman.

"You must be Ms. Y/L/N. Welcome! I'm Harvey, nice to meet you. Mr. Reeves let me know you were arriving this afternoon. Unfortunately,  he hasn't made it back yet so I will be escorting you to his apartment." He smiled.

"Nice to meet you too,  Harvey. Thank you."

"Here we are, apartment 1408. If you need anything and I mean anything at all, here is my number. Don't hesitate. There's a few of us on rotation, Donavan will be your doorman tonight until the early morning. Here is your key Ms. Y/L/N and enjoy the rest of your stay."

You unlock the door and walk into the loft. It's adorned with paintings, sculptures, and other pieces of art. He had some guitars in the corner of the living room and a few plants throughout. You got to the small kitchen table and there sat your favorite flowers along with a card and box of sweets. You picked up the card to read. 

'Y/N, I'm glad to have you here with me. Please make yourself at home.- Always, Keanu.'

You decide to check out the rest of the place. The bathroom had a walk-in shower, a spacious vanity, mood lighting, and a big deep tub. It reminded you of a spa. All you needed was a glass of wine and a good book. The bedroom was cozy. It was dimly lit, dark, and heavy curtains to block out the sunlight when needed. 

The star of the room was the king-size bed. You flopped yourself on it and buried your face into the covers. You could smell him, and that brought a smile to your face and comfort. You feel a hand caress your ass. You quickly turn around to see Keanu.

"Hey, Beautiful." He smiled

"Hey, Handsome." You smiled back. 

He joins you in bed and cups your cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. He leans in and your lips press against each other, tongues swirling around each other, as he presses his body into yours. 

"Maybe we should do takeout tonight."  You grinned. 

"I would love that, but we've had plenty of nights in. You deserved to be taken out on the town." He cooed.

Keanu took you out shopping that afternoon. He was attentive to everything you touched and picked up in the stores. He would suggest items every so often, but his goal was to make you happy and as long as you were happy, he was happy. You were only there for a couple of days, but at the end of the shopping spree, you had enough to fill a closet and a dresser. You felt a bit embarrassed because you hardly ever buy this much in 3 months, let alone one trip. 

"Keanu! Why did you let me get all this?! I'm only here for a couple of days. We should take some of this back."

"Babe, did you want the clothes, shoes, and etc.?" He asked. 

"Yes."

"Then there it is. Whatever you want, your heart's desires, is yours. If you want, you can keep what you want here for when you come back." He beamed. 

The night came quickly. You were in the living room waiting for Keanu to finish getting ready. You made a phone call to check on Evelyn and tell her goodnight. You took a moment to admire your dress in the mirror. It was a dark red mini dress with a black floral mesh overlay. Keanu comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. 

"Absolutely stunning." He whispered. 

"You too." You smiled

"Good evening, Mr. Reeves. I see you're accompanied by a beautiful and I'm sure sweet lady. How did you trick her to come visit you?" Donavan joked.

"He told me he was going to put me in movies, but all the scenes take place in the bedroom. Obviously, our idea of movies differs." You quipped. 

"See Donavan, she's not all that sweet." Keanu chuckled. 

The driver pulls up in a black SUV. Keanu opens the door for you and helps you in. 

"You kids have fun!" Donavan shouts from his post. 

Dinner was great. Keanu took you to his favorite sushi restaurant. The both of you laughed and had great conversations. Luckily, you were sitting in a private area, so you could be as loud as you wanted to. As you finish your drink, you catch him staring at you. 

"What? Is there something on my face? Dress?"

Keanu laughed. "No, I can't believe I'm having dinner with the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Oh shut the fuck up!" You laughed. 

"It's okay if you don't believe me. The day I saw you, time slowed, everything was tunnel vision, and I thought to myself, 'She's so god damn beautiful..'. Then all these rose petals fell from the sky, and Prince was playing in the background." He chuckled. 

"Then I saw you again at some club and all I saw was you, I couldn't even hear the music. I knew then the universe had us cross paths again for a reason." 

Dinner was over, but the night was still young. Keanu suggested you both attend an art gallery. There, he introduced you to a few people. He mentioned your photography, paintings, and other works to the gallerist — they offered to set up a meeting in a few months to go over your work for a possibility of putting some of your items in the gallery. It was the fifth time the server came around with a tray of cocktails. You had been building up liquid courage to speak to these important people. The alcohol finally caught up to you, and you felt like you were floating in a world all your own. 

"You ready to go home, Sweetheart?" 

"Hmm? What was that?"

"Home. Are you ready to go home? It's getting late, babe."

"Oh, yesss. I'm ready to get outta these clothes." You giggled.

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"No!... just a bit buzzed." You giggled.

"Okay, okay. Let's get you home, Princess."

Hearing him call you that name made your stomach do flips. It also reminded you of Eddie. Your mind started to wander off, wanting to know what he was doing, if he was taking this chance to find someone else and move on, or was he finally sticking to his words. 

"Here, take my blazer. You're shivering."

Keanu drapes his blazer over your shoulders while you wait for the driver.  He lights a cigarette and makes sure the smoke isn't blowing your way. He gets a couple of drags before the SUV pulls up. He puts it out, helps you in, and slides in behind you. Keanu takes his forefinger and thumb to grab your chin, and he crashes his lips into yours, tongues rolling over each other. You press your body into his, making your way to straddle his thigh, your dress rucked up, exposing your bare ass and soaked pussy. Luckily the privacy partition was up. 

"No panties and already dripping for me? Such a dirty girl. My dirty girl." He growled into your ear. 

He peppered your neck with kisses mixed with light nips. He kisses down your chest, then to the top of your left breast, and he sinks his teeth into your soft flesh. You let out a low moan and buck your hips, feeling the friction on your clit grinding against his thigh.

"Does that feel good, Princess?"

"Mm yes." You moaned.

"Do you want to cum for me? Be my good girl and cum, yeah?"

"Yes, I wanna cuwanna you." You whined. 

Keanu's hands run up and down your thighs while you grind your needy cunt on this thigh. You let out breathy moans, chasing your orgasm. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, taking you all in. You could feel the warmth filling your stomach. 

"We're almost home, Princess. I need you to cum now."

You bear down and start to move your hips at a faster pace. Your breathing became rapid as you reached climax, your nails dug into the back of the seat, skin prickling as you collapsed from pleasure. You rest your forehead on his, trying to catch your breath. The driver taps on the partition. 

"That's my girl." He whispered. 

The door opens as soon as both of you are decent. Your dress back at its normal length, and Keanu had positioned his blazer to cover his bulge and the arousal you left on his pants. 

"Mr. Reeves, Ms. Y/L/N, I hope you both had a wonderful night." Donavan greeted. 

"It was great, Donavan. I'm glad Y/N decided to come." Keanu winked. 

The both of you giggled as you got out of the vehicle. As soon as he locks the door to the loft, you push him back against the door, your lips trailing kisses down his neck while your hand palms his hardon through his pants. Keanu groans, his hands moving up your dress. You slap his hands away. 

"No, let me be your good girl. Let me make you feel good. I've been wanting to do this all day." You smirk. 

You drop to your knees and undo Keanu's belt and pants, you release his hard, long cock, and pull back his foreskin to fully expose the head. Your mouth is already watering at the sight, you give him a couple of kitten licks, swirl your tongue around the head, and take him into your mouth. Keanu lets out a soft moan, his hand barely touching the nape of your neck. 

You pump his cock while your cheeks hollow, bobbing up and down. Drool trickles down his dick to his heavy balls. 

"F-fuck, Y/N! Your mouth feels so damn good! Please look at me with those beautiful eyes." Keanu begged.

You look up at him as you slow down your pace, your tongue running over every inch of him. You release him from your mouth and move down to tongue and suck on his swollen balls while you continue to pump him. He groans and bucks his hips. 

"Are you ready to cum for me, baby?" You cooed. 

"Fuck yes! Let me fill your mouth up, sweetheart." He moaned. 

You give a firm lick of the underside to the tip of his dick and shove his cock to the back of your throat. You hold yourself there for a few seconds and pull back with his cock covered in spit, trailing from your lips. You take him into your mouth again, quickening your pace. You place your thumb on his sweet spot while sucking on the head of his cock, trying not to break the seal. Your free hand was gripping his thigh and you could feel him tense up, he was so close. You applied a little more pressure rubbing on the sweet spot. He inhaled sharply as he grabbed the back of your head. He stilled himself before he grunted while filling your mouth with hot ropes of cum, spurting into the back of your throat. You held still until you knew he was done and you swallowed around him. Keanu helped you up and kissed you deeply. 

"Babe, you're fucking perfect." He breathed.

The next morning he took you to breakfast. The restaurant was busy, but he was able to snag a booth tucked away in a back corner. Breakfast was full of smiles, giggles, and light touches. Keanu excused himself to the restroom. As you moved your food around your plate, a strange gentleman took Keanu's place. Once you processed the face, you realized who sat across from you. 

"Y/N, sweetheart. Why didn't you call me to let me know you were in town? I find it kinda rude seeing that I'm Evelyn's godfather, that you didn't hit me up." Steve said with a smug look. 

"Hello, Steven. This was an impromptu visit, so I didn't think this was something to alert the presses about. I'm sure you're super busy with your coke whores and other illegal extracurricular activities." You smiled. 

"Don't be like that, honey. You know I'm never too busy for my best friend and his lady."

"When did you and Keanu become friends?" You snarked. 

Steve gave you a deadpan stare. 

"You know who I meant."

"So I'm guessing Eddie told you I was here and to spy on me. Hmm?"

"Not spying, just making sure you were okay, no funny business going on. He loves you, Y/N. Give him a chance."

"I know, Steve. I love him too and always will, but I have strong feelings for Keanu. I think it's too little too late for Eddie and I."

Steve breaks eye contact with you to look up. 

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Keanu asked. 

"Yes,  everything is fine. This is Steve, Evelyn's Godfather. He's from Hawkins as well, grew up with Eddie." 

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Reeves, big fan." Steve gets up and extends his hand. 

Keanu shakes Steve's hand. "Nice to meet you as well. If you don't mind, my lady and I would like to finish our breakfast."

"Of course! Y/N, next time let me know when you're in town, I'll set something up. Now, if you excuse me, I have some things I have to tend to."

You gave Steve a small wave. 

"Are you sure you're okay? You know I can read your face."

"Yeah, it's just Eddie being Eddie." You sighed. 

The rest of the day was spent taking in the sights and enjoying good street food. Keanu joined you on the way to the airport and escorted you to your terminal. While you both stood at the window watching the planes, he held your hand. You laid your head on his shoulder. 

"Y/N, I want to make this official. I really like you, like a lot. I want to take this chance and see where it takes us." 

"I would really like that. Are you sure you're ready for the craziness that is my life? " You laughed. 

"I'm more than capable of handling that, and you're worth it." He smiled

It was time to board your plane. You said your goodbyes. It would be a few more months before he came back to L.A..

A/n: I wanted to include "Fade Into Me" by Mazzy Star, but tumblr was being weird with it and not letting me update.

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[crispyimagines17]

Imagine

Keanu is your handsome neighbor with a gorgeous yard full of flowers, but what you didn’t know was that he had a tiny crush on you. So, to make a good impression, he gives you the most beautiful set of flowers from his garden. But for your husband, Sebastian, this little “gift” gets the worst out of him, too paranoid, brimful of jealousy and incapable of controlling his impulsive side to go and threaten Keanu to leave you alone.

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[lilsuzn]

MLQC Gavin - Fluff abc headcanons

So by the popular demand - I am back.

Just kidding. No one was asking.

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Warnings: None (the reader is gender neutral)

Dedication: @marytheredqueen

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

You need to trust me when I tell you that Gavin had indeed tried to find at least one thing he could dislike about you. Many times.

Yet your body seems to have no flaws. He checked quite a few times at this point.

Your heart is pure. Loving. Patient. Loyal.

Whenever you’re at his side… The world is at peace. No pain exists, nor does suffering.

You are his purpose. You are his equilibrium. Nothing matters as long as he can be by your side.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your beautiful eyes.

There will never be anything more beautiful than the way they shine before your lips meet in a loving kiss.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Him on his back.

You in his arms. Laying on top of him.

Your head rests on his chest, no matter if it’s your front, side or back that presses against his muscular torso - it’s perfect.

He also likes the smell of your shampoo… it’s just intoxicating for him.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

He likes doing things outside with you.

Attending festivals, engaging in new, interesting sports, indulging in some street food or picnics.

He’s a sucker for long, romantic walks too, soooooo

He takes you out to the festival. Buys all kinds of yummy food for both of you to share. Wins you an enormous plushie and then carries it around for you. While holding your hand. Tightly.

Then takes you for a night stroll, to then kiss you under the sky full of stars before you turn back.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He only feels like he can really express himself around you - so it will get intense. In all the best ways.

Gavin doesn’t shy away with showing you his affection, even if he tends to have a slight problem with voicing it sometimes.

His expression softness, his fingers brush delicate circles on your skin.

He doesn’t need to say anything. You know.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Oh he really, really wants a family.

Two kids… or maybe more.

A dog for them, maybe.

House with a big garden and a treehouse.

He wants to play and fool around with his kids. Put them to bed. Support them. Be proud of them… Everything his father never did.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

When you want something, no matter how silly it might be - it’s yours.

Don’t even make me start on what you need.

Because there are very little things (and all of them are about you) that could make him happier than seeing you happy because of what he gave you.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

It's not optional.

There will be hands holding whenever it's possible.

It’s as much for your safety as it is for his comfort. 

All these guys with eyes better don’t use them to stare at you. 

See this hand? This beautiful gem of a person is with ME.

Likes to hold your hand while snuggling on a couch. Or in bed while falling asleep.

Holding hands is like a physical projection of the bond that’s between the two of you - and he loves it.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He would blame himself. No matter what. It might be ridiculous, but he would always feel guilty for not preventing it from happening.

Wouldn’t leave your side. Would help you with anything and everything.

If there’s a concrete person or a group of people that caused your harm... Insert a very, very angry and strong bird cop with a gun.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

You would have a light-hearted relationship in which he would tease you from time to time and he wouldn’t be mad if you did the same to him.

However he’s not one to prank you. He would find no enjoyment in it.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Gavin loves to be kissed and he loves to kiss. All over your face. All over your body.

Any kisses are game. Slow and passionate ones. Heated ones. Sweet, delicate, loving, appreciating - he loves them all as long as he can share them with you.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Acts of service - He looooves to spoil his lovely sweetheart (you) this way. Wants to bring you food, tidy up your apartment for you, brush your hair, paint your nails… Just ask him and he will do it. Whatever it is. And then he will do things on his own initiative, because he likes to surprise you. You smile so beautifully when he does…...

Gifts - He likes gift giving as I already mentioned in G, but it’s no indication of love to him. He just enjoys your reactions. Prefers to show his love differently.

Physical touch - His number one and you can not convince me it is not. He’s a snuggly bear who loves kisses. You are just so soft and warm and he loves you sosososososo much. Would never want to hold this way any other. His physical affection is something reserved only for you. 

Quality time - see Q.

Words of affirmation - Gavin is not very good with words. Not that he can’t be when he wants to, but he kinda doesn’t want to most of the time. It’s uncomfortable. He’s feeling unconfident doing so. He prefers other ways, but when he does speak up… It’s the most adorable and loving thing you will ever hear in your life.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

It was your first 'real' date, but even though you both confessed love to each other, you weren't a ‘official’ couple yet.

At least there was no proper act of becoming a one.

You walk through the park on an evening of a chilly fall. Not many people in sight.

You just finished a lovely dinner date. Gavin even bought you a dessert to share.

And it just felt right. Everything.

The way your fingers were laced. How you both couldn't spot peeping at each other.

"Will you be my girlfriend Y/N? Please?"

He sure was pretty sure you wouldn't deny him, but he didn't expect you to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him the way you did.

"Nothing could ever make me happier than that, Gavin."

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

He’s scared of losing you.

Either by you walking away from him after discovering that you “deserve so much better”

Or by not being alert enough to protect you…

Surely, he would prefer the first option, but he can’t deny that both would hit him harder than anything else ever could.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Gavin is a little bit of an odd duck in general, but I think he has one major weirdness about him.

I would call it… A Keanu Reeves complex.

He doesn’t like compliments. Always feels like they’re far from true, because he always feels like he’s not enough and maybe even never will be.

Which is so far from true.

Like, Vivi, come on! You’re so freakin perfect!

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He usually calls you simply by your name, but the boy has his moments.

Moments when he can help but call you all sorts of the cutest names.

Little angel, starry eyes, little munchkin along with the classics like honey, babe, sweetheart, treasure and my precious.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

How?

Often.

Intensely.

Calmly.

Comfortably.

Restlessly.

He just wants to be by your side. Any. Chance. He. Gets.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Moonlight by Ariana Grande

Because Gavin’s sweet like candy, but he’s such a man...

Or A Drop In The Ocean by Ron Pope 

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Not at all. At least at first.

He gets better with time, but you still need to ask for it. He would never just come to you to lean on your shoulder and tell you what troubles him.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Well. A lot.

Because of what I say in X below.

He just assumes that you don’t reciprocate his feelings, because he doesn’t deserve it.

He eventually tells you about his feelings under your insistent questions regarding the subject.

And then? After he finally tells you?

That’s when it escalates quickly.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

At first he tries to keep it inside. Not let you see… But it’s pretty obvious since he doesn’t talk to you. Barely throws any acknowledgment your way.

It would take quite some convincing for him to tell you what’s wrong.

Unless it’s jealousy that is a reason behind his anger. Then he will show you just how upset he is…

Not necessary in a bad way, tho...

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s very proud of you. Always.

Even when you think you’re a failure, he still recognizes how hard you work and how smart you are.

And he also prides himself for earning love of a woman as wonderful as you.

But he’s not a show off. He doesn’t like to be in a center of attention. He doesn’t care for compliments or recognition.

He knows how wonderful you are and that’s all that matters to him.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Well, it goes without saying.

Yes. Obviously.

This is Gavin. He does it actively throughout the whole story like it’s the only thing he knows.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He’s not an expert in emotions.

He gave MC a blood stained letter and was surprised she was troubled by that.

Okay, let’s not sugar coat it - he’s not good at it at all. I said it.

I’m sorry. I wish it was different for you Vivi.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

I think in Gavin’s case it would be no kneeling with a ring type of thing, because he personally sees no value of that.

Of course, he would if you told him that that’s what you want, but if you don’t…

It would be a beautiful, summer evening. The both of you watching a beautiful sunset from the rooftop of a high building.

Last months you spent together were absolutely wonderful. Life with you by his side was much happier than Gavin could ever dream of… And the way the golden sunlight graces your skin is so, so beautiful.

It wasn’t the first time the thought crossed the bird cop’s mind. He caught himself thinking about it more and more often as your relationship progressed… And before he knew it, the words left his lips.

At first you were sure you must have misheard, so you asked him to repeat. And he did.

His beautiful eyes glimmered with so much love… just as much as you felt for him. 

How could you say no to that gorgeous man that adores you so much?

And after that, expect to someday come back home to find the most beautiful and meaningful ring in the world waiting for you to wear it.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Gavin is a man who enjoys simple things in life.

He likes to cozy up with you on a couch on his birthday. 

Watch a sunrise and drink cocoa with you on Christmas.

He obviously enjoys various sports, especially if he can enjoy them with you.

But what really, really makes him perfectly calm? Driving Sparky with your hands around his ways and your chest pressed against his back.

The feeling of freedom mixed the warmth of your closeness… how could anyone ask for more?

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #mlqc fluff #mlqc gavin #mlqc headcanon #mlqc hc #mlqc gavin bai

[sgt-morgan]

MISCELLANEOUS MASTERLIST

[idjitlili]

W-wait you kidnapped, Jareth?

Obi-wan x reader

(Not my image)

Summary: Dropped into a strange world, pretty much on to a Obi-wan's lap, only for him to take pity on you. What a pity...

Word count:6237

Warnings: Kidnapping of a non-starwars character, tight pants wearing person.../ tight pants/ references to something under tight pants. Post Padme and Anakin reuniting. Some language. Age gap.

Okay, so maybe you had been in another dimension, with no intention,with a bit of a mind flip, you're into the time slip. You don't know how it happened one minute you was  sleeping, having one of those dreams when you are falling but you couldn't wake up, until you had shot awake from painful landing.

Well, the landing wasn't painful, two points of impact, under your legs and on your shoulder blades. Opening your eyes suddenly, to see a auburn haired man, his eyes bright, as they starred into yours, yes he was handsome. Some sort of cream wrap tunic, dark brown shirt underneath, hiding his chest. It was hot, very hot, how was his face no sweating, your arm now around his shoulders to prevent you from falling. No doubt your face showed shock.

"Who are you?!"

What else was you supposed to say, other than 'where am I?' It was not long at all before 'Obi- wan' the man who had caught you had taken you to some green guy called Yoda. Aliens, you would not have guessed it, well most people know there are actually aliens, there are so many galaxies. There was no earth in the place, so they had concluded it be some sort of bigger power had brought you were.

Yoda seemed nice enough, basically the Lady Galadriel of this place, insuring you that no harm would come to you. Of course, he had put the top Jedi on the job, Obi-wan, why did you have to put with the handsome ones, you'd end up red faced even if he looked at you. If he wasn't a nice person then he would've just dropped you.

In the short time you had been in this place, you had wondered why you had fallen in this place in your shoes. However, that is irrelevant, you had learnt about Jedi and siths, typical good guys versus bad boys. Not bad boys...not yet, of course I'm thinking about Din Djarin,well he's not evil.

Yoda did have a lot to say, except oh yes just so you know you've just been dumped into a foreign universe and now you are going on a space ship. You had been given a bag, with sets of clothing for you as well as some other supplies. Obi-wan being himself, not that you knew his regular behaviour, took your bag, when you were both walking towards the ship. Not that it was in view not yet.

"W-wait, so we are going into space?" Your voice laced with panic, as you speed walked next to Obi-wan to keep up.  He had let out a deep chuckle.

"Where else would we go, little one?"

"Uhm, literally anywhere else, do I not get food before we leave? I just got here! I'm starving."

The ship, now in view, was it floating? Was it just on a platform? Nope it was floating, did you just the force to do that, like an elevator? Looking at the Jedi, grinning as you both got closer and closer to the ship.

"It's not that bad, I won't let anything happen to you, nothing will if I am the one steering it anyways..." Obi-wan whispering last bit, but you still heard him, brows scrunching toward, who else would be piloting the ship? You? Never.  That when you saw him, stood on  ramp of the ship, assuming he was waiting for you and Obi-wan. His hair short, light brown and spiked. Was that a rat tail? Oh gosh. He was cute, but you could tell he was trouble.

"Oooh, Master, I thought you said no attachments." Obi-wan had scoffed at the boy, as you both got dangerously close, the boy looked at you with a smirk, his cheeks bunching up like a clown. That he was indeed.

"This is Anakin, Anakin, Y/n, she will be coming with us,"  Obi-wan looked at Anakin who still was looking at you, only at his master briefly. When he did Obi-wan's face could only be described as that face off Zoolander, Blue steel. Why was he pursing his lips, was he expecting a peck or was that just his stern face?

Of course when you held your hand out to shake his, he had took your hand in his pressing his lips to your knuckles. You looked at Obi-wan wide eyes, was this legal? Was Anakin even an adult? Only just, but still, he was not your type.

"Anakin, that's enough, what have I told you?" Pulling Anakin from you , pushing him into the ship, Anakin turns his face to you sending a cheeky grin. Only for Obi-wan to give him another shove out the ship. Obi-wan gesturing you for you to get on before him, with a small smile. "Thank you."

You weren't sure where you were going, hell, you didn't even know what planet you had just been was, but now you say in a seat gripping it, as Obi-wan began to pilot the ship, is that what it was called? Was called something different? You weren't sure, all you knew is this was scary. If you crashed there was little chance of survival, there's no oxygen in space.

Anakin sat next to Obi-wan, both focused on the darkness in front of them. You sat on seat that you could only describe as one of those joint seats at the back of a bus, an British bus. Maybe it's the same for different countries? The chair against the wall, you had strapped your bag down in the seat next you , as well yourself.

You had completely forgotten that you were wearing a baggy t-shirt with trousers, and shoes. That night you must've been so tired that you didn't change, you don't know what happened that night.  You must've looked very out of place, especially with what you had seen everyone else was wearing. Why were they all dressed as Jesus? You were surprised they were surprised they weren't wearing sandals.

"So, where are you from?"  Anakin had spoken gently not taking his face from his position, had made you snap out of thoughts.

"Y/h/c." You weren't sure if he meant planet, you had just stuck with your home country. Anakin had clicked his tongue, thinking, before he could say anymore Obi-wan had stopped him.

"She's not from this galaxy, Anakin." Obi-wan spoke like Anakin was supposed to know that, well you was wearing a shirt that literally had Keanu reeves face on it.

"Well then, how did you get here?"

"I was sleeping in my bed, and then I was falling somehow, whoa Obi-wan happened to be standing below me, and caught me, the end." Anakin had let out a loud snort turning to his master.

"No attachments, well, Master, if I didn't know better, I would say this was the beginning of something that was meant to be."  You swear you saw Anakin raise his eyebrows at Obi-wan, though you couldn't see properly from sitting behind.

"Keep your forked tongue behind you teeth." Why did that sound so familiar... Obi-wan was harsh to his Padawan, he didn't seem to be repulsed by you, maybe he felt uncomfortable by the tone of Anakins voice. W-wait did he just quote Gandalf?

After that everything was silent, for a while anyways, Obi-wan soon told you to go to the bathroom thing in the ship, you had already forgotten what he called it. Informing you that you should change into a set of clothes you were given; so that you would not stick out.

Clothing choice was good considering; you didn't know where you were going but you were glad you were given trousers for walking. Especially what you had been heard, you did not fancy being killed because you had tripped on the dress you were wearing.

The only reason they had took you to this planet was for them to negotiate with someone,  you could swear you saw one of them talking to someone on a hologram, why didn't they just do that. When you did arrive, you had to walk far into town. Security reasons, but the ship stood out more on it's own.

You were definitely not expecting to end up in pub, where else would they find a bad guy. It wasn't high tech like you had thought, it was a tavern, old fashioned. For a hot climate the bar was quite cool.

Strange that Obi-wan had made you sat at a table alone, there was a open space, you assumed for dancing, sat at a booth, you had perfect view to the little stage. Though there was no one there. Obi-wan and Anakin had went searching in the bar for the man or woman , or them, you weren't sure. You didn't understand how it was safer for you to be alone.

Twiddling your thumbs bored, the chat of bar was considerably low, it had already began to get dark. Soon enough the pub would be packed. You hadn't seen the man make his way on stage, standing in front of a microphone, while a couple of other people set up behind him. He did not look the band sort, but those other men were there to play the instruments, since there was only one mic.

It was only when the music began to play did you look up, a skinny man, stood at the microphone, his eyes the brightest blue, though his left pupil bigger than the right. His eyebrows had no ends, eyeshadow flicked up into an wing , the end facing his hairline, his cheekbones clearly highlighted. His hair huge , blond, long as well as being a mullet.

His shirt crisp white,with a leather brown vest, his sleeves puffy. The vest only went above his hip bones, beneath that was some very tight pants. They were almost leggings, the grey clearly presented his package. The boots what a slight heel on them reaching up his calves.

This man was clearly handsome, but he reminded you so much of Bowie, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

"There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes

I'll place the sky

Within your eyes."

His gloved hands on the microphone, as your eyes were glued to him, his eyes gliding over the bar before meeting yours. His eyes eyes latching onto y/c ones, a grin spread across his face, showing his slightly croaked teeth. You quickly looked around making sure he was looking at you, glancing at Obi-wan and Anakin who were busy arguing.

"There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast

In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon"

As your eyes went back to the man, his position now moved, instead of a microphone, he had a mouth piece, a few people waltzing together on the now on the empty space from earlier, but now it wasn't empty. Your heart raced as the man continued to sing, heading your way slowly, dancing with others as he did so.

"Within your heart

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all"

You don't what possessed you to stand up, but you did. Your feet pulling you towards the dance floor, a smirk upon the mans face as he saw you approaching him, you had blinked and with that he had disappeared. Your eyes searching the crowd, he was still singing.

"But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling in love."

You were feeling embarrassed when you could not find the man, especially being on the dance floor alone. You had almost had a heart attack when someone had placed their hand on your arm. Turning around you were face to face to the grinning man, offering you his hand. Your hand in his gloved one, the other on his shoulder, his on your waist.

"I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now

We're choosing the path

Between the stars"

Smiling up at the man, you felt like nothing else matter, as you waltzed with him, your movements so smooth that his hair didn't even know. Maybe he wore a lot of hairspray. Your eyes never leaving his, you couldn't remember knowing how to waltz.

"I'll leave my love

Between the stars

As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling-"

What you did not notice was the two Jedi's calling your name, as they searched for you, only for Obi-wan to lock eyes onto you, getting Anakins attention, as he sighed. One rumb of the moustache and both of them started heading your way.

Jareth at eyes finally left yours, he had stopped singing, he had not let you go though.

"What are you doing, Y/n?" You had instantly unlaced your hand from the man, turning to face Obi-wan's disapproving glare, Anakin sniffled under his hand, glad he wasn't getting in trouble...again.

"Dancing?" You had even had a second to react when Anakin had stroked his moustache again, and the man was cuffed. Pulling you gently by the arm, you all made your way out of the bar, no doubt that was embarrassing. You had accidentally gotten the guy captured because you danced with him. Then again, Obi-wan would've spotted him singing as well, so maybe it wasn't your fault. Little nervous to why they wanted him, hopefully not for murder.

Once you did make it back to the ship, Anakin was to fly the ship, while the strange man  sat next to your bag, and you next to Obi-wan across from him. 

"I don't understand, I'll did was dance with him, he didn't try to kill me, so what's the problem?"  Obi-wan scoffed, staring at the man, not turning to even look at you.

"The problem is that he kidnaps children."

"No, I take the unwanted ones, those that are wished away." That sounded familiar, the hair, the pants, the David Bowie everything, it was clear who this man was.

"Ben, you can't speak him like that, do you not know who you have captured? He's Jareth, the goblin king!"  Jareth had just smirked at Obi-wan, quite frankly the outburst had made Obi-wan jump. No one called him Ben.

"W-well, I've heard stories of The Labyrinth."

"I'm sorry, how did I not see it before, the hair, the music, the very tight pants , the-"

"Why were you looking at his trousers?" Obi-wan now had turned to face you, his eyes eyes searching your face for answer, his voice stern, your face blushed. You really needed to stop talking about pants all the time.

"Do you want her to look at yours instead,Master?"  Obi -wan had choked his bearded face reddening. His eyes now off your face.

"Oh, I've already looked, what about some tighter pants , I must say you have lovely arse though." Placing a hand on Obi-wan's lower thigh, if his face was red before it was now, he couldn't look at you. A gentle squeeze of his thigh, and he had to excuse himself.

Once Obi-wan was out of ear range, the three of you laughed, though Anakin hadn't seen nor knew what tipped Obi-wan over the edge. However, Jareth had smirked at you, he knew very well what you had done. You had barely had known Obi-wan for four days, and he already felt like he was breaking the rules.

It was very clear why Obi-wan actually left the room, his trouser were now tight on him.

"So, love.."  You were surprised, obi-wan had taken the cuffs off Jareth in the ship and left him with you.  One of his legs , thrown over the end on table, as if it was an arm of a chair.

"Stop that." Anakin's voice stopped Jareth saying anymore.

Before you knew it, you had been talking to to Jareth the whole journey back, Obi-wan had came back shortly after; sitting next to Anakin. 

It was not like you had anything better to do other than speaking to the fae, Obi-wan just criticising Anakin. 'He's overly critical.' What do you want Anakin, a kiss on your cheek, oh sweetie you are doing absolutely amazing at killing the guys on our side.

Stepping out of the ship, Jareth now singing another song, like he was in a movie or something. You had caught eyes with about her man in robes, another Jedi. Hold on, that couldn't be Samuel L Jackson?

"Hey, Jareth?"

"Yes, love."

"Can't you just magic yourself out of this situation back to the your castle?" Jareth's hands weren't cuffed still, he had turned his face towards you with a grin, looking back at him, you felt bad he was only helping he wasn't killing people or anything. He was a lovely guy.

"Yes, I can, I was just waiting for a kiss goodbye." Pointing to his cheek, your pinks slightly pink as your pressed a kiss to his soft skin. With that you had pulled away, one last smile, he had turned dramatically, spinning his cape with him, glitter flying everywhere. Off flew a a light brown owl. He was gone.

"Mother fucker." Your lips turned up slightly trying to prevent a grin, as you turned back to the Jedi's that did not look impressed. Well, Anakin he did not care he just smiled, knowing you were probably were going to get in trouble. You literally didn't even do anything, all you did was kiss the mans cheek.

"What did you do?" Obi-wan eyes on you , his words  like a sharpened butter knife, you could say unnatural...even supernatural. This hands on his hips, pushing his robes back.

"W-what? Me? I told you he was bloody magic ;but no, you didn't listen."

"Control yourself, now come, Master Yoda requests all of you." Did he just tell Obi-wan to calm himself , he just called Jareth a motherfucker. 

The meeting with Yoda, Windu  and the three of you, wasn't with the Jedi republic. According to Yoda, this matter wasn't of importance, he didn't expect You'd been able to hold Jareth for very long. Master Windu, didn't give no shits, he was disappointed.

It wasn't like he killed a bunch of kids, not like Anakin was going to. Not just the men, but the woman and the children too. Jareth basically had loads of Goblin children living their best life's in the goblin city, that wasn't threatening. So, the Goblin king got away, why don't you go kill bloody Palpatine.

The next few weeks were not as eventful, stuck in your room bored, it was awkward to go out you didn't know anyone. Especially not Obi-wan you were pretty sure he hated you at the moment. You did not want to have to get involved with him and Anakin training. Exercise...no thanks.

You really did feel bad for how you acted towards Obi-wan, he was a Jedi you couldn't touch him like that. So, when he turned up at your room in the evening, with your dinner, it was surprising. Normally you'd get brought to dinner by one of the younglings.

Obi-wan stood in front of you with a small smile as he held the tray. The tray with two plates of dinner.

"O-oh, hi," pulling the door open with the door handle allowing Obi-wan into your room, before shutting it behind him.

"I thought maybe you wanted someone to eat with you," He did not expand further. Obi-wan was a kind man, he took a pact basically to have no family no nothing, just to protect the galaxy. With a high chance of death, he was a noble man, you couldn't think of anyone you knew from back home that would do that. You should not have gave him a boner.

Placing the tray on the table within your room, but instead of sitting down, he had lifted the whole table towards the balcony. Obi-wan has , went to Yoda before coming to your room, stating this was strictly professional nothing more. Yoda had just laughed. "Dine with her , you will."

Seeing what Obi-wan was doing, you had grabbed a chair too, onto the the stone of the balcony. The view of the planet, Coruscant was not the best, but it was better than looking at a wall. Ten again you'd be eating in a moment so you wouldn't have to look at either. Fresh are was good though.

Sitting down at the round table with Obi-wan was weird, you really felt guilty for your behaviour it was eating you up, whilst you both ate your dinners up. Looking up to Obi-wan, his eyes fixed to his plate as he struggle to cut a potato, his golden hair tucked behind his eyes.  Orange light from the setting sun shined into his hair, as well as his cheeks, his eyes glistening.  

"The way I acted on the ship, was completely inappropriate, I am so sorry, there is no excuse for my behaviour.  I admit I'm glad you are here now. I don't expect you to forgive me."

Obi-wan's eyes now looking back into yours, his eyebrows frowning together slightly, his knife and fork on his plate, as he lent back in the chair. Rubbing your sweaty hands along your trousers roughly, a small laugh let his lips.

"I must have missed something, you complimented my behind and squeezed my knee. That's hardly anything to apologise for, if anything I would've expected an apology for not listening to my orders."  That guilt did seem to fade away, mostly. Your cheeks reddening, as Oni-wan continued to look at you.

"I'm sorry for not following your orders, especially when in a pub on a strange planet."

Smiling at each for a moment before going back to your dinners before they got cold.  Not speaking fully until you had both finished eating.  

This became a daily occurrence for weeks, then months. You were still not returned home, you were stuck. You didn't feel alone not like you did when you first arrived. You did miss home very much, but nothing could be done about that. 

Sometimes, sorry, every time Obi-wan went out of Coruscant you went with. Even if it was dangerous, either you'd stay in the ship or simply go wherever with him.  It wasn't hard to see how close you had gotten to Obi-wan, the Jedi council did not like it one bit, not that you knew that.  Obi-wan had insisted that he had been assigned to protecting you and that was what he was doing. Not that was far from the truth.

No attachments, Kenobi? Okay.

What makes matters worse you had no currency, it wasn't hard to guess who would supply you with clothing's such. Obi-wan would take you to the market to buy you anything you needed. In return, well, there wasn't much you could do, certainly wasn't safe for you to go off on your own, especially not being from this universe. So, you just kept him company.

Anakin being Obi-wan's padawan he came along too, not to the market but on missions, but that was obvious. You had felt like a burden , you really did,  being reassured you weren't, Obi-wan had given you a role. A purpose. You were their healer.

Not Obi-wan purposely getting small injuries, he'd argue wit himself and sometimes Anakin, that it wasn't on purpose and if it was it was only to make you feel like you part of their team. Not that Obi-wan longed for the soft touches of your skin on his.

However, he was not expecting you to get hurt, no he would not have, he had sworn to protect you and he had failed. You had arrived on this strange planet for 'negotiations' for this clan to basically team up with the republic, but Darth Maul had gotten there first. Of course, you had been kidnapped, since Obi-wan told you to stay in the ship.

Darth held you off the floor by the back of your neck, holding the lightsaber out ready to kill you, not really just leverage. Obi-wan and Anakin in front, they really had no plan. Well, Darth Maul almost stabbed you, but you had the higher air and took a blade from your pocket and stabbed yourself. Blood pouring out of your Abdomen, as your eyes watered, your throat blocked up.

Dropping you to the floor, Darth Maul had laughed. "Oh, I like her." Obi-wan did not like that at all, seeing you face down on the cold floor him an Anakin activated their lightsabers.I could describe the whole fight sequence, but you already know Darth Maul wiggled himself out of that situation back to the Sith, not surprising, you wouldn't remember anyways, you had passed out.

The clan now on the republics side,  only because the Jedi's had saved them and promised protection.

Obi-wan had carried you back to the ship with Anakin, who began to start the ship. He felt guilty to wake you up, he would rather stitch you up when you were unconscious.The thought of hurting you plagued his heart, maybe he should get Anakin to do it. No, he couldn't go through with someone else hurting you.

Grabbing the medical kit, Obi-wan had made his way back to the bed, your body still, he would've been happy if this was Anakin. The thought crossed his mind, to stab Anakin, so he'd bloody shut up. Our tunic now drenched with blood, he could clearly see the tear in your shirt. He was not going to wake you , deciding just to cut a square out of your shirt.

You wouldn't be surprised if that shirt wasn't fashion back home, you know people wearing bandanas as shirts, here's what hot now, reveal your hip and your abdomen with a square hole! Who knows, I don't know anything about fashion, except I dress like David Bowie. Shut up , no one cares.

Your face was already laced with cold beads sweat, like Obi-wan but he felt like furnace, his long hair pushed back, his lips squished together as he grabbed the anaesthesia, pulling up your sleeve carefully before injecting it quickly. Then he had gotten to work, soon enough, you was stitched up.

Only problem was, that Sith had damaged the ship, so Anakin only got the three of you so far before having to land on freezing planet. But, it gets better, Anakin being really great, and supposedly a great pilot had hit the side of a mountain. Snow had covered the ship, you were trapped by an ocean of snow.

Of course, R2 hadn't came in this trip, just luck, only thing that was working was the heating and lights, the signal had gone. No way to contact anyone, however, someone was bound to notice in a few days something had gone wrong.

This was not going to be like without a paddle, where you'd all be in your underwear and spoon. We do not shaggy here, um? Get it before Shaggy is in that movie? 

Eventually, you had woken up, a little dizzy, probably would not have if Anakin wasn't having a tantrum. You didn't even question how you got back to the ship, your shoes tapped quietly against the floor , as you made your way to the cockpit.  Both Obi-wan and Anakin were stood in the centre of the room, Anakin point and clenching his fists, Obi-wan just stood there.

You got a feeling that Anakin was not good at keeping his emotions in check, why was he always so emotional. Obi-wan was now sipping juice, no blue milk, yuck, Anakin still shouting.

"You're jealous, master. You're afraid I am getting too powerful, you want me to fail!"  Placing his drink down, Obi-wan had caught your eyes,  his face lightened into a smile from his frown. "Mum,  you think I am ready to be a Jedi Master, right?"  His eyes soft on the sight of you, coughing slightly, you had looked back at Obi-wan who turned to you in a swing, now amused by his Padawan.

"I'm sorry, aren't I a similar age to you?" The cold temperatures from the snow, had transferred into the ship, but Anakins cheeks still burned. He just stood looking at you unable to speak, Obi-wan had laughed patting his Padawan on the back once.

"Don't worry about it; he does it to everyone. When he was younger, it was difficult to convince him to stop calling me father. Sometimes, he still does." 

"Liar, I do not. You treat me like a whore ; calling everyone my father. I do not, it was mistake!"  Anakin was overwhelmed, his voice defensive and loud as he left the room, leaving you with Obi-wan, who's lips were twitched into a large smile , as he stroked his moustache.

For a few moments you both stood in silence, before you had looked down to the ache and coldness on your lower abdomen. A hole on in your shirt where you we're stabbed, now stitched up.

"Oh yes, sorry about your shirt." Your finger tips tracing the fabric, then touching the wound, pain shot through your body, letting out a welp. Obi-wan eyes had widened, stepping close to inspect the wound again, why would you poke it?

"It's just a shirt, it's not like you don't buy them all anyways, thank you for that again, also thank you for stitching me up ,  that was you?"  Your voice quiet, under his gaze, a deep chuckle had left his mouth.

"Yes, I did, I hardly trust Anakin's flying, how are you feeling? That was very well done back there, but I do recommend you don't do it again." You had scoffed, letting out a short laugh after, Obi-wan looked at you rising his eyebrows, to warning you.

“Oh, yes, I plan on stabbing myself again, who do you think I am? Loki? Okay, maybe I’ll fake my death for attention too.” Obi-wan’s hands gently placed on your shoulders, squeezing lightly , as he looked into your eyes. His blue orbs intensely on yours, his hair neatly tucked back.

“I wouldn’t allow that, from now on you don’t stay in the ship alone, If something happens to you I’d never forgive myself, and I believe that you were sent here for a reason. Not to die.” His hands had left you , smiling at you once more, before leaving the cockpit.

Not only after that you had retired to your bed, in clothes without holes, your now many blankets covered you. Thanks to Obi-wan again, since you all spent so much time on the ship, it was necessary for situations like this. Of course, as long as the ship wasn’t blown up again.

Though the heating was working, it didn’t stop the cold from the outside. Curled up so tight in your blankets, trying to retain heat, you could not get comfortable to sleep. The cold nipping at your feet and cheeks, your nose was probably red too.

Only an hour or two from when you first got into bed, sighing , all your blankets wrapped around you, stepping out of bed. Quietly, making your way around the ship, just to tire yourself out, or to make yourself really cold. So, when you would get back into bed you’d be like ‘oooh warm’ and fall asleep.

You had meant to wake in on Obi-wan sat in his chair in the cockpit, wrapped up in his robes, seemingly fast asleep. His arms crossed, his auburn hair covering his face , neck cranked forward. He was going to have a sore neck in the morning.

Turning on your feet, slowing walking out of the room, pulling your blankets tighter. A sigh had left Obi-wan’s mouth, not loud but you heard it. Your movement now softened, you continued with tiny steps.

“I know you are there, Y/n, come back.” No doubt you almost peed yourself, hearing Obi-wand raspy voice, he had been a sleep, you felt horrible. Walking back from the door way, Obi-wan had turned to chair to look at you.

“I didn’t mean to wake, I didn’t know you was even in here.” Obi-wan opened his mouth yawning loudly, before looking back at you, snorting a laugh, at your choice of clothes.

“What are doing up?” Shifting on your feet, covered with socks, the icy floor numbing them.

“Can’t sleep, aren’t you cold?” You wondered if Anakin was having trouble sleeping too, he must’ve been fine, since he left Obi-wan in here. Obi-wan probably never meant to fall asleep, waiting for anyone to contact. Shaking his head, he had opening his arms up gesturing you over.

“Come here, darling.” Not sure on what he was going to do, yet you still walked towards him, you trusted him. You were glad if you were stuck you was stuck with the Jedi. Pressing his palm around your clenched hand that held tightly onto your blanket. His hands were really warm, like had them between his thighs. His lips moulded into a circle shape, inhaling sharply.

“Oh, I should’ve brought you more blankets.” His hand still on yours, looking up at you, a small smile on your face, your teeth felt like ice cubes, a few moments went by, you weren’t sure what he was waiting for or what you were waiting for.

“ Do you think I could stay here...with you?” Your cheeks now felt hot, the words barely a whisper, you shouldn’t have asked, it’s completely inappropriate. “I-I can go back to bed-“

“Nonsense.” Obi-wan had pulling you into his lap, okay, so maybe you thought he would’ve been like yeah and you would’ve sat in the chair next to him. You head resting against his chest, his stubble tickling upon your head. Obi-wan’s arms wrapped around you tightly, sealing the blankets. Yours around his waist, feet tucked up on the chair, as well. Obi-wan warmth surrounded you with his scent, the soft touch of his lips against your temple.

“Am I allowed to love you, Ben?” Your eyes fluttered closed, your voice barely above a whisper, Obi-wan’s heart hitched into his throat. He flirted too often and he knew it, and he knew that his feelings weren’t platonic either, he wouldn’t have spent dinner every night alone with just anybody.

“No, I suppose you’re not.” What would the council feel about this, he wished he could blame Yoda for making him guardian over you and that first dinner with you.

“If you aren’t supposed to have attachments, then what am I? You promised Master Yoda to protect me, isn’t that an attachment. Would anyone be able to tell? You have to be with me pretty sure all day anyways.”

Your words made him ponder for a moment, he knew you were right, you had already acting like you were together for a long time, not directly in front of council though. It was clear Anakin saw it too, he wouldn’t have called you mum, that was weird though. Maybe he has a kink think because he hasn’t seen his mum since he was 9.

Obi-wan looked over you all the time, brought you everything you needed, ate dinner with you, kept you warm, stitched you up, protected you from strange people. There were times where you’d turn up to his room crying, or upset or missing home, he’d comfort you. Similarly to this situation, you’d end up in his bed, not like that, you in his arms stroking your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple as you fell asleep. It was not new.

“You are right, I love you.” Looking up to the Jedi, as he smiled down at you.

“You do?”

“I do.” He may not have kissed you then, but you had time, you weren’t about to let Anakin take him from you. What mattered was you were together, even being away from your home, you had another. With Ben and a ‘son’ that was older than you.

Oh , Anakin was so cheeky when he had awoken in the morning seen you against his masters chest.

“I knew it.”

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⊱ Forget Me Not (11/15) ⊰

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader

Summary: After you wake up from a coma and realize that your memories from the last five years have been erased, Keanu works to bring back what you have lost.

Words: 8.3k

Warnings: Angst, language, mentions of sex, alcohol and cheating

A/N: Aaand here it is! This chapter is quite long and heavy, and honestly I’m super nervous about it. As a friendly reminder, this is a work of fiction. Everything written here is simply for the d r a m a :)

Hope you all enjoy!

Part 10

The scene had been all too familiar—your eyes searching for the truth, his expressing sincere regret. Outside, the rain fell as the world around Keanu crumbled, your love for him slowly ripping apart at its delicate seams.

“Please,” you intoned, holding back your tears. “Don’t lie to me, Ke.”

He could do nothing else but revisit the pain you had forgotten, a pain that still burns in his chest. Like a knife cut deep into his heart, the wound continued to bleed, and he wondered when it would stop, if it would ever stop.

Desperately, he wanted it to stop.

Keanu breathed in deeply, then exhaled heavily. Silently, he counted in his head—one, two, three.

And with one last, sorrowful look at you, his lips finally part, beginning the tale...

—four months before the accident;

January was bitterly cold; the air frigid and sharp. It nipped at your fragile skin and froze your bare fingers as you stood out on the balcony, letting the wintery dry breeze blow around you. The weather made you dearly miss the beauty of summer, where everyone and everything seemed much more alive.

It was past midnight in Milan. The city was quiet and peaceful, its cobbled roads were empty, glimmering beneath the streetlights’ pale yellow glow. The view from your hotel was beautiful, and for just a few fleeting moments, you admired the breathtaking sight of it all.

But no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to fully savor it. As you gazed out on the skyline, the ache inside was ever-present, nearly unshakable. You had noticed it during these last several weeks and thought nothing of it at first. Yet, as the days passed by, the feeling only grew stronger, and slowly, you began to understand the reason why.

Sauntering back inside where you were immediately greeted by the comforting warmth of your hotel room, you lowered yourself carefully on the quilted leather couch with your phone already in hand. For a second, your thumb hovered above Keanu’s number displayed on the screen. Hesitating, you then glanced at the clock on the wall and assumed that it’s a reasonable hour where he was to call.

The phone rang and rang. It rang almost endlessly until finally, it halted. A split-second of empty silence filled your ears before a monotonous voice told you to leave a message at the end of the tone. Sighing deeply, a frown creased your face when you realized the call only led to Keanu’s voicemail once again, the third occurrence this week alone.

He doesn’t want to speak with you. He’s avoiding you. He doesn’t care.

He doesn’t love you any—

A half-glass of red wine sat still on top of the mahogany coffee table just within reach. Fingers curling on the glass stem, you downed the rest of the drink in one quick go, hoping that it would calm the thoughts swirling in your head.

But, the alcohol didn’t help quell the storm. Rather, it allowed it to rage on.

In an attempt to soothe, you reasoned that Keanu was merely too busy to answer his phone. It was a bad habit of his—shutting out the rest of the world as he drowns himself in his work. You knew how committed he was when it came to acting, how he wanted to focus most of his time and energy to the role he was bringing to life.

Yet, there was something different about this time. Never in the five years you’ve dated has Keanu gone a day without calling or texting while he was away working. Even if he was bone-tired from a long day of shooting, he would send you a message to ask how your day went. The conversation would be short, but at least you knew he was still thinking of you.

You wondered where it all went wrong. After Christmas, things seemed to go downhill. Work for the two of you was stressful, the atmosphere at home becoming tense. It started out as simple bickering, which later turned into angry arguments. You easily set the other off, picking fights over issues that seemed so trivial now.

Why did it all go wrong?

The question has lingered in the back of your mind for weeks. This wasn’t the first time you two encountered a rough patch in your relationship, but you have never felt so distant from Keanu. It was as if there was always between you and him. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get through him anymore.

You didn’t want to think of it, but you wondered if this was the end. You wondered if the relationship had simply run its course. The love between you and Keanu was close to emptying out, leaving a bitter frustration that had you at each other’s throats. Perhaps you were both tricked into believing that this was something that would last forever, and the past couple of weeks was the universe’s cruel attempt in telling you so.

Or maybe it was your respective careers. Keanu had several projects lined up, and yours was steadily growing. There were many, many days when you barely saw a glimpse of each other at home. You spent more time with your colleagues than together, and the sad truth was, being apart felt better. Any time you were alone in a room with Keanu, it would always end in a shouting match, with you shedding countless tears after.

It hurt. Every waking day, it continued to hurt, and all you could do was swallow the pain, hoping that the dark gray cloud looming over would eventually pass. You couldn’t take it anymore; the stinging remarks, the venomous voices, and the sleepless nights. It was exhausting, yet despite it all, you realized that you still loved Keanu, and you desperately wanted for the relationship to work out.

At that very moment, as you walk back to the tall glass windows overlooking the city, you decided to confront Keanu the next time he’s home. For nearly a month, neither one of you has brought up the fact of how bad things have gotten. You were scared to do it because it meant facing the reality of the situation. What if it was really the end for the two of you? What if it wasn’t meant to be?

The answers frightened you, but as you gazed out at the scenery for a silent moment more, your heart convinced you not to give up so soon. It tried assuring you that this was merely normal, something that happens to even the strongest of couples. You and Keanu had simply lost each other, but you were hopeful that one day, you would find your way back together.

One day.

Your phone remained quiet in your hand, and you couldn’t stop the single tear rolling down your cheek when you caught sight of your lock screen. The smiling photo of you and Keanu displayed was a gentle reminder of fonder times, ones you would forever cherish. You would do anything if it meant having more of those moments with him.

Moments when you were deeply in love and felt the happiest.

The wind blew crisp, cold air that seeped through the slight crack between the balcony doors. You felt it gently sweeping along your skin, causing you to shiver.

Winter was beautiful, so serene, but you yearned for summer to return.

Surely, it will get better when it’s warm again.

—three months before the accident;

A thick, weighted silence hung over the air as Keanu stepped foot inside the house, and it was nearly suffocating. He couldn’t recall the last time he came home expecting you to greet him by the door, either with a smile, a kiss, or both. Those days were a distant memory, faintly glowing in a dark abyss, drifting further and further away from his reach.

He lingered briefly in the middle of the empty foyer, not knowing whether he should head straight upstairs where you would be. It was a long day at the Arch office, and the last thing Keanu wanted was to resume the quarrel that had erupted earlier. He didn’t have the energy to defend himself from something you and he have been fighting about for far too long.

Turning down the hall, Keanu headed to the kitchen, his footsteps heavy as the ache settling in his chest. At this point, he was at a loss. Things between you and him were only getting worse, and he didn’t know what to do. When you had brought up the fact that the two of you were spiraling down, he listened and was willing to fix the problem.

That was until you mentioned his job.

Keanu loved you, of course, but his career was also important to him. Lately, he’s been swamped dealing with his current projects. His hands were full, but instead of you being the support he needed, you had been quite upset with the amount of time he’s working. It ticked Keanu off immensely when you requested that he cut-back on his job. You knew it was almost impossible for him to do so, yet you were adamant about it.

And after Keanu refused, it drove the wedge even farther between the two of you.

He didn’t understand how you and he came to be this way. You were hurting, and he was hurting, too. But it was difficult to compromise when he didn’t want to slow down or take a break, especially not while Keanu had a lot going on. This was part of his life, and he had explained that to you from the very beginning. Five years have passed, and only now did you realize that maybe you couldn’t handle it.

Keanu forgoes turning on the kitchen lights and padded into the slight darkness, making his way to the refrigerator for a glass of water. The phone in his pocket vibrates, but before he could take it out to check who had messaged him, the lights above him switched on, and he quickly glanced behind him to see you standing by the entryway.

“You said you’d be home at seven,” you muttered lowly, arms coming to cross over your front. “It’s ten.”

“I had a lot of things to wrap up before I go back to shooting,” Keanu replied, knowing full-well it was a lie. He had finished at eight o’clock, opting to stay at the office for two more hours because he needed peace, just for a little while longer.

“I can’t believe it. You’ve only been here a week, and you’re leaving again.” The sound of your voice cracking gnawed at his chest, the growing guilt doing just the same. “We live together, and I barely see you.”

The tense silence that fell was unbearable but unfamiliar. Keanu’s gaze shifted downwards, avoiding your tearful eyes, afraid of what would happen if he meets them.

You swallowed thickly, your words laced heavily with despair as you ask, “What happened to us?”

He remained quiet, unsure of where to begin.

“I-I know we’ve been arguing over ridiculous things, mostly. But when I try to fix us, it’s like you don’t even want to meet me halfway,” you explained tautly. “Does our relationship still matter to you?”

Again, quiet.

“Do I still matter to you?”

It was barely above a whisper, but the question rang loud in Keanu’s ears. His features softened as he tilted his head up just the slightest bit, his attention settling on you, the woman he supposedly loves yet pushes away. “Of course, you matter. You mean everything to me.”

With a small shake of your head, you sighed. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes,” came his swift response.

“Then, why do you avoid me? Why do you choose your work before us? Before me?”

Keanu chuckled mirthlessly, running a hand down his face and blowing out a sharp huff. “I’m not choosing my job over you. I thought we went over this already?”

“Really? Because from what I can remember, the last time we spent time together without bickering was when we visited my parents during the holidays. You were gone soon after that for your movie, and whenever you flew back here for a couple of days, you were off doing other things.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do? Just ignore all of my responsibilities? And how’s it different from what you do? You were barely at home, too. Now that you’re not busy having drinks with your boss, you suddenly have time for me.”

Keanu had more than certainly struck a nerve there at the end, but by the time he realized what he’d said, it was too late to take it back. He watched as your eyes flashed with anger, shooting him a fiery glare that had him regretting the spiteful words he had thrown at you.

“What the hell are you talking about?” The bitterness dripping from your tone was enough for Keanu to make him step back, distancing himself away from you.

As if you and he weren’t far apart already.

Your question was met with absolute silence, and it only infuriated you even more. “Ke, what are you trying to say? Do you think something’s going on between Nick and me?”

Keanu didn’t answer immediately. It was another thought deep in the back of his mind, which fueled many earlier fights. He’s never been the jealous type, but he’s seen the way Nicholas has looked at you, as well as how he acted whenever you were around. Keanu has never mentioned it because he knew you weren’t capable of doing such a thing, and yet he said it, knowing that it would hurt you.

Because it’s what you two do best as of late—hurt and hurt each other.

“And what if there was, huh? Would it matter anyway? With the way you’re acting, as if you don’t want us to get better, I bet it doesn’t,” you added sharply, the tears you tried so hard to contain now falling. “Can you say something? Anything?”

Shoulders slumping, Keanu looked at you and saw the pain in your weary eyes. It’s beginning to dawn on him that he was the problem. It wasn’t the stress or exhaustion. It wasn’t that he no longer loved you. You were correct, he hasn’t been around for a while, and when he was home, he was more concerned with everything else but you.

“I’m sorry I’m never here,” he whispered, his sorrowful gaze dropping. The realization was overwhelming—he was pushing you away to protect himself from what was bound to happen.

No matter how much he loved you and how happy you were with him, Keanu knew you would grow tired as others have in the past. Despite the years you’ve spent together, the memories shared, and the house you’ve made a home, he believed that one day, this fairytale of a life would cease. No one has stayed with him for that long, and with the amount of heartbreak he’s experienced, it was only a matter of time until you decide to leave.

Leave. God, he didn’t want you to leave. The thought of it made his stomach turn, but after all the arguments you both have had, it wouldn’t be a surprise if one night, you decided to pack up your bags and walk out the door.

“This isn’t the life you signed up for,” Keanu mumbled low under his breath. “I love you, but this job—it’s who I am.”

“No, it’s not.” You slowly approached him, standing close enough for him to hear you exhale deeply. “It’s what you do. Look, take some time off after this movie, and I’ll do the same. We can go on a trip, maybe back to Italy like on my birthday. We’ll forget about work and enjoy ourselves. Just you and me, baby.”

You touched your hand to his cheek, rubbing his scruff with the gentle pad of your thumb. For a moment, he closed his eyes, relishing the tenderness he hasn’t felt in months. He could do what you’ve suggested, back out of a big upcoming project and spend time repairing the cracks in your relationship. Eyes fluttering open, Keanu was met with your soft gaze focusing on him, your finger moving to brush a stray strand of his hair to the side.

But then, he saw it. Staring deeply into your eyes, he could see himself hurting you again. Basing it on past history, this wouldn’t be the last time, and Keanu was sure of it. Things would be good until it isn’t, and the two of you would find yourselves back in this situation. It would be a vicious cycle, one which he couldn’t go through with, especially with you.

“What’s wrong?” You could sense a change in him. The hope that was there one second ago had now disappeared, replaced with something else indescribable.

Disappointment? Despair? Defeat?

“I-I can’t,” Keanu stuttered, ashamed. Your hand dropped from his face, your jaw clenching as you staggered backwards.

“Tell me straight,” you demanded, still holding his gaze. “Do you want to break up?”

Keanu opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Not even a slight utterance of a word. Inwardly, he’s conflicted. Why was it so difficult for him to say no? That’s what he wanted, was it? He loved you, didn’t he?

But you don’t hurt someone you love.

“I-I don’t know.”

You paused for a beat, wiping the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand. It was quiet again, and it was driving Keanu mad.

“Y/N,” he murmured your name as softly as he could, but he didn’t know what else to say.

“No,” you choked out before slowly turning around, suppressing your sobs.

Keanu made a choice not to follow you out of the room. He listened to your footsteps tapping away, getting softer as you head up the stairs, closing the bedroom door shut once you were inside.

“Fuck,” he angrily uttered, slamming his fist into the granite kitchen island counter.

As Keanu idly stood there mulling over what had just happened, he was reminded of the text that came in earlier. Quickly, he took his cell out of his pocket and read the message.

Drinks tonight at Barry’s. Are you in?

Without hesitation, he typed out a response and hit send. Drinking with her always helped, and after tonight, Keanu needed a glass or two. Possibly even three, just enough to get his mind off of everything.

Grabbing his keys hanging by the front door, Keanu briefly looked up at the second-floor landing. He wondered if he should go up there and apologize. You were broken by his answer, and knowing that he was the reason behind your tears pained him in his heart.

But before he could move, Keanu already had his hand on the doorknob, twisting it to let himself out. He didn’t want to face what could happen. Not tonight.

So he left, because avoiding the problem instead of facing it seemed like the better option, as always.

For now, you needed to cool off.

It could wait till morning.

—two months before the accident;

“Sweetheart?”

The sound of your mother’s voice caused you to snap out of the daze you were in, and you quickly fixed yourself in front of your vanity mirror. Your eyes were slightly puffy and red from crying, but you didn’t have time to mask it. Still, you mustered up your best, convincing smile as the door to your room carefully swung open.

“Hey, mom,” you greeted as she entered, a frown immediately forming on her lips. “What’s up?”

She sighed sadly before taking a seat on the edge of your bed, hands clasped as her eyes wandered around the room. “I remember when you were a teenager, you would lock yourself in your bedroom for the entire day whenever a boy broke your heart. You thought it’s the end of the world for you, and I’d sit there by your bedside, telling you that it’s not.”

Watching your mom pat the empty space beside her, you followed her wordless request for you to sit on the mattress. “I still don’t understand how you were able to handle all that teenage angst back then,” you quipped lightly. “Every breakup, you were there listening to me through my ugly, overdramatic cries.”

The two of you shared a small laugh, and for the briefest of moments, you forgot the pain.

“I’m glad you were able to fly out here for my birthday,” your mother began, her hand reaching for yours to give it a squeeze. “I thought Keanu was coming?”

You bit your lip at the mention of Keanu, the tears in your eyes already starting to form. You held them back, however. You didn’t want to sour the day.

“He couldn’t make it,” you shrugged, not wanting to explain any further, but the sadness emanating from your voice immediately gave her the impression that there was more to the story. She gave you a look—the one telling you to open up, like how you’ve done in the past with her.

“It’s okay, baby,” she assured softly. “What happened?”

And just like that, you let your walls down. After the night you asked if he wanted to breakup, things had been stagnant. Keanu went out of town again to resume filming two days later, never bringing up the topic before leaving. You haven’t seen him in a month, and to be honest, you didn’t bother contacting him.

“I don’t know what to do, mom,” you wept, and her arms wrapped around you, one hand stroking your hair as you cried into her side. “I still love him. I love him so much that the reason why I haven’t ended things is that I keep imagining that somehow, it’ll get better.”

“Oh, darling. I know it hurts, but if it’s getting too much for you, perhaps the best thing to do is to let go.”

Shaking your head, you managed to calm your unsteady breaths before sitting up. “I thought he was the one. After Eric, Ke was there to pick up the broken pieces. He was the one who made me believe in love again and made me feel worthy of being loved. But now, it’s like he’s not the same man I fell in love with years ago.”

“People change,” your mother stated as she tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear. “To tell you the truth, I’m shocked to hear this. I’ve always thought Keanu was a good guy, the right guy for you. But this is life, Y/N. It’s all about learning and living, and accepting things the way they are, no matter how painful it is.”

You absorbed your words for a minute, only then asking, “If people change, do you think he’ll change back?”

“I can’t answer that question, but what I can tell you is that you’re stronger than you think. The decision will come to you eventually, and even though you’re scared of what could happen, you’ll know in your heart if it’s the right one.”

“I want to think that he’ll change,” you said, sighing. “But maybe we’re just not meant to be.”

Blinking away the tears, you feel like more weight has just been added to your shoulders. You didn’t want to give up on Keanu, yet how much longer of this can you endure?

“Come,” your mother suddenly spoke, changing the subject for now. “The food is ready, and your father is excited to dig into that cake you baked last night.”

“Did you remind him that it’s your birthday and not his?” You chuckled as you stood up.

She smiled fondly, and you found yourself smiling genuinely with her.

“Of course, I did, but you know how he is when it comes to sweets.”

Your mom exited your bedroom, and for a moment, you let the quiet relax you. Fixing your disheveled appearance, you were about to walk out of the door when you stopped, the phone on your nightstand catching your attention. Suddenly, you felt the need to call Keanu, just this once, despite knowing he wouldn’t pick up.

You didn’t give in. Instead, you turned off the lights and headed to the dining room.

You were done hurting for the evening.

But what about for the rest of your life?

—one week before the accident;

Keanu was never a big drinker, yet here he was, downing his fifth shot of whisky that night. He disliked parties; he didn’t care much for the crowds. But now that production has ended, the cast and crew held a big after-party to celebrate, renting out an entire bar with drinks to go around until the last person leaves.

Almost everyone was drunk and on the dance floor by the third hour, leaving Keanu to sulk in peace. He’s back in LA for the meantime but came home to a cold, empty house. You were in San Francisco for work, and he didn’t find out until he read the hastily written note stuck on the console table by the front door.

It was like this now—no words exchanged, no proper conversations, not even a simple “hello” in passing. You were just two lonely and longing souls living under the same roof, waiting for the inevitable end. Keanu was unsure of who would make the first move; both of you seem afraid to quit when you’re hanging onto the very last shredding thread of hope.

This past month, you and Keanu were the newest talk of the town. One of Hollywood’s favorite couples on the verge of splitting to “focus on their respective careers.” Usually, he didn’t pay any attention to the tabloids. They never got the story right. But as the number of reports began to increase, it even left close friends and family asking if it were true. Keanu hasn’t said a word, and as far as he knew, neither have you.

The alcohol washing down his throat didn’t sting anymore, and he wondered if it’s because he’s drank too much in one sitting or he’s that numb inside. It could have been both, Keanu mused, ordering another glass that the poor bartender had no choice but to serve. The room around him started to spin, but at least temporarily, he stopped thinking of you.

Teetering on the edge of oblivion, Keanu nearly missed the calling of his name amid the blaring music. A petite hand came to rest on his shoulder, a light squeeze following it afterwards. He glanced up and was met with a pair of kind, cerulean blue eyes.

Her eyes.

“Want some company?” She queried, and Keanu nodded, gesturing for her to take the stool next to his. “You’re awfully quiet tonight. Not liking the party?”

“Honestly, I’d rather be home,” he simply replied.

Home. Their house wasn’t a home. Not anymore.

“Is it Y/N?”

Keanu exhaled a long breath, drumming his fingers on the counter. She knew most of what went on when he told her while working together in the past few months.

At first, it was a slip of the tongue; he normally didn’t discuss his private life with others. But when it became too overwhelming for him to internalize everything, he had vented to her late one night over a bottle of wine. After that, they had grown close. She had been a good friend throughout the ordeal, the listening ear he needed.

“That obvious, huh?” He snorted, amused. Bleary-eyed, he turned to her, and she shot him a sympathetic smile. “Why are you here? Why not enjoy the party?”

“Well, every time we go out drinking, you always talk about her.” Nonchalantly, she sipped on her martini, batting her eyelashes at him. “And to answer your question, you said you needed company, so here I am.”

Her hand made its way to Keanu’s bicep, and the touch alone sent a kind of warmth that he hasn’t felt in a while. A nervous chuckle escaped his throat, but her hand doesn’t move away. Slowly, she leaned in closer, her scarlet stained lips hovering by his ear. Her voice was low, seductive and Keanu was too drunk to understand what was happening.

“You want to forget about her, right?”

Confusion marred his face, yet he gave her a silent nod. He’s not sober enough to think clearly, but the one surety he has was that tonight, at least for tonight, he didn’t want to feel pain. The alcohol solely wasn’t enough to distract him from it. Perhaps he needed something else.

Something more.

All Keanu wanted to do was forget. His conscious screamed that it’s wrong and that he shouldn’t. But as she kept staring at him with those hungry eyes, her wandering hand shifting to graze up his thigh, he could feel the electricity coursing through his veins.

And suddenly, she was all he could think of.

It’s a mistake. But what’s one more mistake going to do?

She led him down an empty hall, far away from the others. No one noticed them disappear into the back area, making it easier for Keanu to go through with this. Not too long after, they stumbled into the bathroom, lips crashing together in a bruising kiss. He had her pressed up against the door as he locked it, her fingers burying themselves into his hair as their tongues dueled.

Desire ruled over any rational thought as Keanu’s mouth trailed wet, hot kisses down her neck. Her small, nimble fingers reached down to unbuckle his pants, the clinking of metal lost in the soft moans they were letting out.

It felt good; he was feeling good. It was working, and to him, that’s what mattered.

“Keanu, please…”

Keanu stopped abruptly when his name came from her lips. It didn’t sound right to him and hearing it finally knocked back some sense into him. She’s standing in front of him, but all he could see were your eyes and the look of betrayal in them.

“What’s wrong?”

She’s not Y/N.

Pushing himself off of her, he ran his hand over his face, realizing what he had done. “I shouldn’t have.”

She inched closer to him, still panting. “I thought you wanted this, Keanu? I can help make you forget about her. I mean, isn’t that what you wanted me to do these last few months? You’re a good guy, and you deserve to feel good…”

Keanu stepped away, shaking his head. “No, this was a mistake. I-I wasn’t thinking straight. Please, don’t say a word about this to anyone.”

He didn’t even let her respond. He’s too frazzled thinking that he resorted to being the same man who had hurt you years before. Keanu had promised, he swore on his life, that he would never be like your ex. That he would treat you with the love you deserved, and you deserved only the best.

A wave of nausea hit him, and he had to get out of the confining room fast. Shuffling around her, he unlocked the door before taking a second to fix his pants. It turned out to be another mistake made that night because without warning, the entrance to the bathroom swung open, and he froze in fear.

“What the fuck, Keanu?”

Molly stood on the other side, stunned. Keanu recalled that she was friends with the director, who had mentioned in passing how she was invited to the party, too. It was funny how big the entertainment industry was, but at times, it was still such a small world.

Noting his disheveled appearance, it was clear to her what had transpired, and she could not be any more furious. The other woman, Heidi, quickly adjusted her top before hurrying past Keanu, muttering an apology as she made her hasty exit. The door closed behind Molly with a thud, and that’s when he began his plea.

“Please don’t tell Y/N,” Keanu spoke as Molly looked at him in disgust.

“Why? Are you planning to keep this a secret from her?” She was controlling the volume of her voice the best she could. Molly sincerely cared about you, and there was no doubt that she would allow this to slide.

“It’s complicated, Molly. Y/N and I aren’t doing so good and—”

Molly scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “And instead of working it out, you decide to fuck the PA behind her back.”

“It’s not like that. Nothing happened between us,” Keanu tried to explain, but he knew he was wasting his time.

It was still infidelity, the worst sin he could ever commit to her.

Sighing in defeat, Keanu lowered his head in shame. He could only imagine how you would react if you found out. It would break you, rip your heart in half, and for that, it was unforgivable.

He was unforgivable.

“Don’t tell her,” he repeated. “She needs to hear it from me.”

Molly approached him, and he captured the disappointment in her eyes. “I had a feeling that something wrong was going on between you two. I could see it in her face. She hasn’t been herself in a long time, and she’s never mentioned why.”

“I screwed up,” he admitted. “I knew I was going to hurt Y/N. It’s happened in the past, and I began pushing her away, thinking that she would leave eventually.”

“But you don’t want her to leave.”

Keanu lifted his tearful gaze. “I love her.”

“And she loves you,” Molly imparted following a pause, then she began walking towards the door. Before she could leave, she turned her head back to say one last thing. “Do the right thing, Keanu. If you love her that much, you owe it to her to tell the truth.”

Once alone, Keanu let out a breath, shuffling his feet to the bathroom sink where he glared at the reflection in the mirror. He was enraged, not at Molly, nor Heidi, and it wasn’t because he got caught either. The simmering anger was directed at his own self, but it didn’t matter if he took the blame.

He knew then he had already lost you.

—the night of the accident;

Rain.

It usually never rained in Los Angeles, not this much, at least.

Yet, it was beautiful, calming. The skies were shrouded by a sullen shade of grey that darkened as the hour passed to the next. The pitter-patter against the window lulled you into relaxation as you focused on the trickling drops chasing each other down the glass.

For as long as you could remember, you’ve always loved the rain. Even amidst this torrential storm, you managed to find a semblance of serenity in the chaos. Peace was there all the time. You just had to look real hard for it.

Inside, the house was quiet. It has been for days, ever since you came back from a work trip. No arguments, no yelling, nothing. You wondered if this was the turning point you’ve been waiting for. It was the reason why you stayed. In your heart, you still had hope that the pain would stop, and the healing would commence.

Maybe this was it.

This was the part when everything fell back into place.

Hearing the door leading out to the garage open, you set your coffee mug on the table as Keanu walked into the living area, wiping the grease stains off his hands with a small towel. You crossed the room to meet him halfway, and when he noticed you standing in front of him, only then did he look at you.

“How’s the new bike?” You asked, softly smiling at him.

You haven’t smiled at him like that in a while.

Keanu licked his dry lips before replying. “I-It’s good. It rides pretty great, too.”

“It’s been a while since we went on a ride together,” you pointed out, not to make him feel guilty but instead, remind him of the better times.

Times when you and Keanu were blissfully unaware of the hurt ahead.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, his chestnut orbs slightly obscured by the locks falling over his face when he bows his head. “Listen, I gotta take care of—”

“Ke,” you interjected him mid-sentence, ignoring the poor excuse he has made up on the spot to leave the room. “I don’t know what happened between us, but I really want to fix this. I have this hope that you don’t want to give up on us because if you didn’t, you would have left me a long time ago.”

A thunderous roar pierced the still air, but it wasn’t as loud as the pounding of your heart in your ears. Letting out a shaky breath, you inched closer as Keanu brought his gaze up, meeting yours. You remembered how much his eyes made you feel safe.

They still do; they still were home to you.

But as you stare into them, you could see the sadness masking their warmth. Keanu flinched when the palm of your hand caressed the side of his cheek, though he soon found himself leaning into your touch. The sensation almost seemed foreign to you both, and you would give anything in the world to change that—to have it all go back to the way it once was.

“I love you, Keanu,” you spoke softly, glossy eyes connected with his. “Please, just tell me what to do to make this better. I promise I won’t get mad at you for being away. I get it, it’s your job, and I should have understood. I’m sorry—I’m sorry for everything.”

You didn’t bother keeping the tears from falling. You didn’t care that you looked like a desperate mess in front of Keanu, but this was you laying your heart out bare. It hurt too much fighting, and you thought it would hurt even more if you left when you couldn’t even begin to imagine doing so.

In a last attempt to convince him, you pressed your lips to him, the first time in a long while. The roof continued to be pelted by the heavy rain as you kissed him, only realizing just a few seconds later that he wasn’t responding. You pulled back, seeing the flooding of sorrow in Keanu’s features. It was alarming, and you had no idea what was going in his mind.

“I-I have to tell you something,” Keanu murmured after a pause. His hand came up to rest behind the back of yours that was cupping his face.

“Whatever it is, it’s okay,” you reassured him, and then you saw it—guilt, shame, and regret. They all flashed in his wistful eyes, and immediately, panic settled in. You dreaded hearing what he had to say.

What else could Keanu have done?

You took a step back when a horrifying thought suddenly makes itself known. A part of you didn’t dare to consider it, but what if?

What if Keanu had done the last thing you expected him to, especially while knowing how it broke you the last time?

“You don’t have to lie to me, Ke,” you trembled out as your chest tightened, making it harder to breathe. You needed to know. No matter how much it would hurt, you had to know. “I-Is there someone else?”

“No.” Keanu’s short reply came quickly, but you could easily tell that he was lying; you knew him that well. The silence erupting proved to him that you had caught him at a lie, and he sighed. “It was just a kiss. I was drunk, hurt, and upset because of what’s been going on. But it was nothing, okay? None of it mattered, and it was a stupid mistake.”

You don’t respond. What was there to say?

This had to be a nightmare. You had to be in a deep sleep, experiencing a god-awful nightmare that you were willing yourself to wake up from.  

But you didn’t.

This was reality. Your reality.

And it was tragic.

“I swear to you, I stopped before anything else could happen.” Keanu continued to explain himself, but you couldn’t focus on his words; none of them were making sense to you, not that you cared in the first place.

You dragged your feet away from him, though you were worried that you would collapse as you moved. You needed to get out and be someplace else because the more you stayed there, the more you felt your soul wilting away.

Why couldn’t you have just let go?

“Y/N…”

“Don’t,” you warned, the stinging tears clouding your vision, a betrayal of your grief. “I-I don’t want to hear it.”

Ignoring what you said, Keanu reached out to put his hand on your shoulder, but you pushed it away. “No, don’t touch me.”

“Baby, just listen to me.”

“Don’t call me that,” you spat out bitterly, your chest heaving with rage. “I’m a fool for thinking that things would be okay when you’re out there sleeping with someone else.”

Keanu shook his head as another roll of thunder crashed in the background. “It was only a kiss, Y/N. That’s it.”

“Fuck, a kiss is still something.”

You sharply turned on your heel and stalked towards the foyer, only stopping when you saw the photo displayed by the bottom of the staircase. It was from the night the two of you first kissed, when you and Keanu were deeply, truly in love.

Removing the frame from its hook, the couple on the image was barely recognizable as their smiles mocked at you, reminding you of the happiness and the love you once had.

If only they knew...

Devastated, you hurled the picture onto the floor. The glass cracked but didn’t shatter, and before you could do the same to the next photo, Keanu was towering over you, his hands holding you firmly by your wrist. You struggled in his grip as you kicked and yelled at him to let you go.

It was too much. Everything was too much. Inside, you feel an aching hollowness, the love that used to be there has now become pain.

Unbearable and excruciating pain.

“Calm down, Y/N, please,” Keanu begged, yet it was no use. “Stop acting like a child, and just listen.”

You managed to break free from his hold, backing away as far as you could until you reached the door. “A child? I’m acting like a child? You’re the one who messed up, and you’re acting as if you’ve done nothing wrong.”

“I didn’t sleep—”

“Yeah, you didn’t,” you cut him off, noticing the growing frustration appearing on his face. “What are you going to say? That you’re sorry? Because that’s not enough, Ke.”

“Well, what do you want me to say?” Keanu scoffed. “I want to talk about this, but you’re being difficult by not giving me a chance.”

“So, now I’m difficult?”

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Then what? Tell me what you meant by that.” You waited for a few beats for Keanu to answer, but before he could answer, you decided you had enough. “Never mind, just leave me alone.”

“See, this is exactly what I’m talking about. How can we work this out if you won’t even hear what I have to say?”

“No, Keanu. I’m done listening. I’ve given you plenty of opportunities to speak up and tell me what’s wrong, but you never did. I wanted to fix this— us— so fucking badly, and… ”

You ceased as your voice broke, and Keanu standing there only affected you even more. You trusted him, you thought that he could never hurt you, you loved—

You don’t know anymore.

“I can’t be here right now,” you muttered, reaching for your car keys simultaneously. You’re not sure of where to go, just that you need to be far away.

Far away from him.

“Fine,” Keanu breathed out as you threw on your shoes. “Leave.”

The coldness in his tone was one you’d never heard before. It was not like Keanu to do this, but how would you know? Your mother’s words echoed in your head as you opened the front door, the loud howl of wind greeting you outside.

People change.

And it was your mistake for thinking that Keanu would change back.

“Do you even love me anymore?” You blurted out the question before you could cross the threshold, glancing back at Keanu with tired eyes.

You waited for what seemed like the longest time, his silence serving enough as confirmation.

It was over.

Wordlessly, you hurried to your car parked in the driveway, not caring that the torrent of rain had drenched you within seconds. Starting the engine, you didn’t expect him to run out of the house in a final attempt to make you stay. All hope was lost, and at this point, you’ve now accepted it.

As you drove further away from the house, the past began to haunt you. From it, you had thought good things didn’t last forever until you met Keanu. Then, you were led to believe that he was the exception.

But you had been wrong.

So damn wrong.

And as you fault yourself for your mistakes, you didn’t notice how much you were speeding until the tires skidded against the wet pavement. Your car spun as you struggled to regain control, but it was too late.

One loud crash and everything went black.

—now;

By the time Keanu had finished explaining, you had distanced yourself away from him. Your tear-stained gaze was unwavering, as if you’re processing every detail, every word. He carefully gauged your reaction, waiting for an explosive outburst or a string of curses.

“Y/N. Baby?” The wooden floor creaked under his weight when he stepped forward, the sound of it snapping you out from a trance-like state. “Can you say something? Please?”

“I can’t… I don’t know.”

You were overwhelmed, and Keanu couldn’t do much nor say anything to be of comfort. His lie had been revealed, and once more, he was breaking your heart all over again. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t you dare say another word,” you choked, forcing Keanu to halt his movements. “You didn’t plan on telling me, did you? You were going to act like it never happened.”

“I was going to tell you, but I was waiting for the right time.”

The excuse was painfully pathetic, and Keanu was already losing the uphill battle. He’s gone through this before, and he could tell that the newly found love you had with him was swiftly vanishing. The resentment was building in front of him, replacing the light that used to be in you. He’s unsure whether he would get to see it again.

“I just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be—when we were happy,” Keanu added, mirroring the hope you had before he took it away.

“No,” you denied sternly. “You tried to paint our lives as perfect when it’s far from it. You saw my amnesia as a way to start over.”

“I know it’s fucked up, but the one thing I’m not lying about is how much I love you, Y/N. Please understand that.”

“Then, why was it so hard for you to say that before? It could have saved us a lot of trouble,” you replied as you marched out of the room, only for Keanu to trail closely behind.

“It was a mistake, but these recent months made me realize that I can’t bear even the thought of losing you. We were so happy together and—”

“But, I’m not the Y/N who was there during those times, Keanu. I wouldn’t know. You’re a stranger to me, and I can’t believe I trusted you so easily just because you showed me pictures of a happy couple.”

Keanu didn’t know what else to say. Every scenario he came up with would end the same way, but it wasn’t too surprising. You and he were broken beyond repair, all thanks to his selfish decisions. If only he had told you the truth from the start. Maybe somehow, it would have fared better for the two of you.

“I-I have to go,” you stammered, and before you could open the front door, Keanu bolted next to you, pressing his hand on the frame to prevent you from walking out. “I can’t do this right now. Please, I just need to get—.”

“No, I’m letting you out there,” he stated worryingly. “I don’t want anything bad happening to you again.”

You wiped a lone tear as you exhaled. “Something bad has already happened, and it’s you, Ke.”

Silence.

You didn’t say more. Instead, you brushed past Keanu and dashed up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door shut behind you. The force rattled the house, and once he realized he was finally alone, the tears Keanu tried his mightiest to keep at bay started to fall. He stood there for what felt like an eternity as he figured out what was next for you both.

But Keanu already knew, however. He just didn’t want to admit it.

The storm outside passed, but the atmosphere inside was far from calm. Exhausted, Keanu was about to head to the guest room upstairs when his gaze settled on the very same picture you had tried to break that night. You had just got around to buying a new frame to replace the old one, and you were excited to have it back on the wall.

Since the accident, you and Keanu had made new happy memories similar to the one photographed. But after all that has been said, tonight would be the only memory you would forever remember him by.

Part 12

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On making you happy. Part 7

Harry Potter AU- Marauders Era

Link to Part 6

Pairings: Regulus x Reader 

Rating: M

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I’m going to kill him!

It was the first thought that came to your mind as your eyes opened.

He’s a dead man.

You were mad and ready to kick Regulus’ butt. Forget the fact that you were 8 ½ months pregnant and Regulus would definitely be able to move faster. You were going to kick his ass and make him feel some of the misery that you were feeling. It had been almost a month since you had seen Regulus. In your mind, daily letters and phone calls weren't the same as seeing your husband. It also didn’t matter how many times Regulus told you that what he was doing was to ensure a clean getaway to Paris.

Whenever Regulus would mention the “promise” of going away to Paris, you hung up or changed the subject. If he didn’t know that you didn’t believe a word that was coming out of his mouth at the time...he sure did now. Why he was still bringing it up was enough to make you want to strangle him.

“Dude, I wouldn’t even say the P-word to her. No, not that P-word you perverted little prick! I mean the place in France.”

It took all you had not to burst out laughing when Sirius answered the phone the night before after you hung up on Regulus. Sirius didn’t care to tell Regulus that he was an idiot for missing your pregnancy. In fact, he did it about twice a week. Sirius was going to make sure that his little brother knew exactly how selfish he was being and how heartbroken you were.

Had it not been for Sirius, Remus, James, and Lily, you weren’t sure how you would have held out as long as you had. In the beginning, you weren’t sure how you would handle being friends with the lot of them. Now there were no other friends that you would want to have in your life.

Heaving yourself out of bed, you made your way downstairs. Remus and Sirius were busy arguing over something trivial as Lily held out a small cup of tea with a smile.

“What are they arguing about now?”

You asked as Lily joined you on the other side of the counter.

“Keanu Reeves.”

Both Lily and yourself gave each other matching scowls about Remus’ ridiculous crush on the American actor that, for whatever reason, bothered Sirius beyond all reason.

“It's early for that? Was Remus watching Speed again last night or something?”

“Yes, he was!”

Sirius snapped in your direction. Remus held his hands up defensively.

“Y/n, help me out here.”

Sirius shook his head.

“Nope, she’s on my side!”

Remus’ mouth dropped.

“She hasn’t even said anything in your defense.”

“She doesn’t have to!”

You drank your tea quietly before speaking.

“I am not on anyone’s side. The last time that I fell in love with some good looking guy I ended up pregnant and contemplating stabbing said guy in the face.”

Sirius grinned. He was loving your savage attacks on his brother and was making a list to share with Regulus to prove just how sassy you were.

“I’m glad it wasn’t me that got you pregnant.”

Sirius chuckled. You put your tea down, giggling at the expression on Remus’ face.

“Yeah, me too. The three of us would be in one strange relationship. Something tells me that Remus isn’t much of a sharer.”

You smirked at the expression on Remus’ face until a sharp pain shot through your body. Wincing, you put your hands on either side of the counter and silently waited for the pain to disappear.

“You okay?”

Sirius asked, nervously. You shook your head.

“I think my water just broke.”

All of the color drained from Sirius, Remus, and Lily’s face. Lily quickly resumed her calm composure.

“Sweetheart, sit down. Remus, go find James. I’m going to go find Y/n’s bag. Sirius, get a hold of your brother.”

You sat down trying to remember the ridiculous breathing technique that Lily had shown you. Sirius quickly knelt down beside you on the floor.

“Need some water? A blanket? Want me to kick my brother’s ass?”

You nodded, for the last one.

“Yes, kick his ass. I don’t think that I am going to have this baby.”

Sirius’ panicked expression turned to confusion. He blinked a few times before scratching his head.

“Y/n, I don’t know what my brother or mother have told you but I don’t think it works that way.”

You smiled through your agony.

“This world’s too cold. Too cold and too angry for a baby to be born...if I was any kind of mother I would have never considered having a child right now.”

Sirius reached out and wrapped his hand around yours.

“Look, maybe it's what we all need? I mean, yeah, this world isn’t a great place but there are good things in it. This baby can be one. I really need you to have this baby because I have uncle things to do that I have already preplanned.”

Sirius was thrilled when you smiled. The two of you had developed a special bond that Sirius had never expected to have. Until this point, Sirius always saw you as the little girl who tagged around with his brother. Now, Sirius was relieved to say that you weren’t as twisted and backward as other purebloods in his family. You had a heart. A heart and a mind of your own that clearly realized how wrong Voldemort really was.

“You’re right. This is a good thing. We should probably get to the hospital before this baby decides to come.”

Sirius jumped up.

“Hell yes! I am not about to deliver any baby!”

A few hours later…

You sat in the hospital bed trying to concentrate on anything but the pain going through you. Lily lovingly stroked your hand while Sirius continued to try to get a hold of Regulus.

“This little fucker isn’t answering.”

Sirius said in almost a panic. Remus stood up and gently took the phone from Sirius.

“You should sit down and calm down while you're at it. Y/n needs some peace.”

Both men glanced over at you. You winced as another contraction hit.

“I am never having sex again!”

You hissed. Sirius quickly turned to Remus.

“Remus, find my brother. I told Regulus I would help keep her safe. I’m the fun uncle. I never said anything about going through labor with her.”

Remus disappeared from the room as Sirius turned and sat back down. Had you not been in so much blasted pain, you would have made a comment about the panicked expression on his face. He was no longer “cool calm Sirius Black.” Now he was about one stone short of going crazy.

The nurse that came into the room looked like she loved her job about as much as you loved feeling like you were being torn in two. She checked your vital signs without much as a word.

“I really need to push.”

You said, meeting her gaze. The nurse shook her head.

“The doctor isn’t on the floor yet. You will have to wait a few moments.”

You fought the urge to push as she walked from the room for just a moment.

“She’s a toad of a woman.”

You muttered to Lily, who was looking annoyed herself. The nurse came back in with a clipboard in one hand to finish her notes.

“Lady, I need to push...like now!”

You snapped. The nurse gave you a displeased expression.

“You will be just fine.”

“Please don’t make me wait any longer. You don’t need a doctor. You’ve got this. You can do it.”

You said, hoping to sound reassuring. Sirius jumped up, having enough.

“You there, blondie! Go find that doctor or for Merlin sakes’ me and red here (scowl from Lily) will deliver this baby ourselves.”

By the time Remus came back after playing phone tag with Regulus, Sirius sat outside of the hospital room looking pale as a ghost.

“Sirius, what’s wrong? What happened? Is Y/n okay?”

Sirius looked up.

“Did you find my brother?”

Remus nodded, sitting down and took Sirius’ hand in his.

“I did. He’s on his way. Sirius…”

Remus started as Sirius cut him off.

“He owes me. Regulus owes me big!”

Remus was still confused. Had something happened? Was the baby okay? Were you okay? What exactly did Remus miss?

“Sirius, you aren’t making any sense.”

Sirius took a deep breath.

“ I watched Y/n give birth to my niece. There isn’t anything grosser than that. That is why I am glad that I bat for the same team because I do not want to see that again.”

Remus was silent for a moment.

“The baby is it okay?”

Sirius nodded.

“She’s fine. Y/n is fine. I, however, am not fine.”

Remus had to resist the urge to laugh. Now that he was positive that everyone was okay; he could focus on his poor boyfriend who looked ready to vomit.

“What did you expect, Sirius?”

Sirius looked up.

“Not that. I couldn’t leave her though. Lily handled it like a champ. I think I screamed a few times.”

Remus couldn’t help it. He was laughing now. The expression on Sirius’ face made him laugh harder.

“Yeah, laugh it up.”

Sirius hissed as one of the other nurses stepped out.

“Excuse me, but are you the child’s father?”

Sirius shook his head.

“Oh, hell!”

“I’m the father.”

Both Remus and Sirius spun around to see Regulus. The poor guy was about as pale as Sirius. Sirius immediately gave his brother the biggest death glare as Remus turned back to the nurse. Thank Merlin, this one had a better personality. Remus internally was thankful that Regulus didn’t witness the other woman’s horrible attitude. He would have probably used the cruciatus curse on the old hag.

“Can you give us a moment, please?”

Remus asked the older woman. The nurse nodded and walked away with a grandmother-like expression.

Regulus finally met his brother’s gaze.

“I missed it, didn't I?”

Sirius nodded, sinking back down into his chair. He put his hands back over his eyes as if he was fighting a wave of nausea.

“Yep but I sure didn’t. You owe me big, you little shit.”

Regulus didn’t say anything for a moment. Sirius didn’t have to look up to know that his brother was panicking internally.

“You watched?”

“I really had no choice. I wasn’t going to let Y/n go through that alone. Just so you know, she has already decided that you are never going to touch her again. She’s convinced that sex is bad.”

Regulus sighed. He wasn’t going to play into Sirius’ games. At the moment, Regulus wanted nothing more than to kick his own butt. He wasn’t supposed to miss this! Regulus was supposed to be there with you. He didn’t want you to go through having a baby alone as Walburga had. Orion didn’t have the presence of mind to even take the rest of the day off. Now here Regulus was being the exact same way.

“How is Y/n and the baby?”

Sirius sighed.

“Fine. Y/n is resting. The baby is fine too. She’s a little small. You may want to put a bell around her neck or something so we don’t lose her.”

Regulus glared at his brother.

“She isn’t a dog.”

Sirius shrugged.

“Well, we have to find some way to take care of her. You aren’t going to be around. Hell, you weren’t here for the pregnancy so why change now?”

Remus quickly put a hand on Sirius’ arm to signal for him to shut up. Regulus’ eyes widened as he kept his attention laser-focused on his brother. Remus was worried that the younger boy was going to start throwing hexes in the middle of the hospital.

“We should stop.”

Remus said, quickly. Regulus, however, wasn’t ready to back down. He already felt shitty enough about missing his daughter’s birth. Sirius’ venomous words were the last thing that he had time for.

“Shut the fuck up, Sirius! You don’t know what I have been dealing with over the past few weeks!”

Sirius jumped up.

“You need to apologize to Y/n! All that she has wanted during this whole ordeal was you. You think that all of this was you doing some amazing shit but it's just been you being selfish. You haven’t changed, Regulus. You are still the selfish little self-absorbed brat that you have always been. Y/n and Elara are going to be the ones that suffer because of it. Fuck you.”

Sirius turned and stormed off without another word. Remus blinked a few times before turning to Regulus. He stood looking at his feet with angry tears in his eyes.

“Come with me.”

Remus said, gently. He knew that Sirius would probably be annoyed with him for showing Regulus any bit of kindness at the moment but Remus couldn’t just let the boy cry.

Regulus’ eyes rolled up to Remus. He was clearly guarding himself against whatever Remus had to offer.

“Are you going to start in on me too?”

Remus shook his head.

“It won’t do me any good besides, you feel like shit enough as it is.”

Remus motioned Regulus to the hospital room. The room was quiet and dimly lit as Regulus stepped in. His eyes immediately went to your sleeping form. You looked like a doll lying in the hospital bed. Guilt was putting the feelings that Regulus was feeling mildly. He was morbidly depressed and if Voldemort suddenly popped out of nowhere and killed him, Regulus wouldn’t be too upset.

“I am fucked.”

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Tuck Everlasting - Jesse Tuck x Reader, platonic, fluff

tuck everlasting month 2020, day 24

Summary: “If we lived forever, where would you take me?” you were joking, your eyes sparkling with mirth, and through your teasing you missed the wistful look that briefly crossed his timeless features. 

The sound of the tapping of keys was persistent underneath the gentle sway of music. The two sounds converged in the center of the small room and washed over you, stimulating your mind just enough for the words to flow from you with ease. You finished another paragraph on your essay and shifted in the bean bag you were sitting in, your laptop wobbling precariously on your knees. You held it in your grip and started to type out the next series of sentences when you heard Jesse sigh heavily.

Peering over your screen, you saw him leaning backward off of his bed, his neck tilted at an awkward enough angle that he could see you.

You rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be studying for your final?”

Jesse Tuck was a fairly new friend of yours, and yet there was something about him that felt familiar - like you had known him all your life. He seemed to understand everything about living, and he was willing to share his knowledge with you. He was kind, funny, and energetic, and yet there were moments that hinted at there being something deeper underneath. All of that depth... and yet he could still be such a kid.

“I don’t need to study,” he stated it with complete conviction, as though it were a fact. “I’m smart.”

You scoffed at his confidence, but Jesse didn’t seem to be fazed. “No amount of intelligence can get you through finals week without opening a book.”

Jesse smiled. “I think you underestimate the amount of time I’ve had to study.”

“Oh, yeah?” You set aside your computer to get a better look at your friend and his childish antics. “When?”

“I’ve had entire decades dedicated to learning! Centuries, even.” Jesse flung his arms in the air, gesticulating with vague emphasis. “I been alive longer than this college has been established.”

“Then can you confirm that Keanu Reeves is an immortal?”

“Of course. John Mulaney, too - although he’s a little young, in those regards.”

You snorted and Jesse’s grin widened. 

“So, then,” you started, figuring indulging your friend was far more interesting than any paper could be writing, “what have you done, in all of these centuries of yours? Traveled the world, I’m guessing? You’re always talking about your adventures.”

Jesse flipped over onto his stomach so he could properly shrug. “You know me.”

“If we lived forever, where would you take me?” you were joking, your eyes sparkling with mirth, and through your teasing you missed the wistful look that briefly crossed his timeless features. “Somewhere nice?”

“Somewhere old - with ivy crawling up crumbling stone walls, and hills that have long grass and small flowers. Somewhere with a fresh breeze and a bright sun.”

“Would the hills sing with the sound of music?”

Jesse’s face twisted with annoyance and he tossed a pillow at you. You laughed and held your hands up with mock surrender. 

“Alright!” your giggles subsided and you fixed Jesse with a look that was playful but honest in it’s sincerity. “So you’d take me to the picturesque hillside with a castle in the distance. What would we do? Frolic and roll down hills? Make flower crowns?”

“Don’t forget bird watching and making shapes out of the clouds.”

“Right.” You smiled at the thought of it, your mind far away, dreaming up grand locations of the most beautiful views. After a moment, you blinked and you were back in your tiny room, the music fading out and a new song taking its place. Jesse was watching you with a smile, as though seeing you daydream was the single best thing that had happened that day. “I think you should be a poet.”

“I was, once.”

“Oh?”

“E.E. Cummings and I were quite the pair.”

“Of course you were.”

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YOU!!! You are making me wanna watch John Wick (its a shame I havent yet, honestly), especially with that tattoo post. Speaking of - have you watched Den of Thieves?? With the one and only Pablo???? (he is also tattooed in it and is y u m m y)

DO IT FAM!!! Seriously, the movies are so fucking good, the action sequences and the cinematography are incredible! Plus we get Keanu Reeves with a bodacious beard and slicked-back hair...So yummy 😋  I’ve fallen into a major John Wick dumpster and I’ve shamefully abandoned the numerous requests and drafts I’ve got in progress for Mad Sweeney to write up a storm for my John Wick x Reader fic (which I really think you’d like btw!!!) - I know, I’m awful!!

I haven’t seen Den of Thieves yet but it’s on my list to watch!! I’ve seen a few gifs floating around for it and I’ve definitely liked what I see! Pablo + tattoos is a dream combo tbh! Have you seen it, do you like it??

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Mended

Keanu Reeves x reader (A/n- have y'all ever read Keanu's Ode to Happiness? I love it but it's also kind of sad. I saw a couple interviews on it and but also made my own inferences. Also, I don’t really know how to feel about this, so don’t hate me if I end up deleting it. It took weeks to even give it a name. Anyway, I should stop with all the rambling and yeah.....feedback appreciated and you know, I’ m scared to post this one, so be gentle please and thanks)

"Is this how you really feel?" Y/n asked softly, frown evident on her subtle beauty. He hated that frown, he hated to think she might be sad, or angry or disappointed or really, anything that wasn't happiness. Keanu placed one of his large hands over hers in her lap. She still held the book, it looked huge in her small hands, and her eyes searched his, for an answer, but not just any answer, the truth.

In that moment, Keanu regretted asking her to read it, but then again, lots of people had read it. But he didn't think they had ever asked him about it, what had driven him to write something so blatantly melancholy. He didn’t think he’d ever want to talk about it either. Instead of speaking, he just shrugged his shoulders.

"You're not going to tell me?" Her brow creased with worry and she swallowed tightly, "Because you can. Do you really hate yourself?" At the words, her voice broke and Keanu swore that he could hear her heart start breaking too. Not because of him, but for him.

Keanu shrugged again. It was funny he thought, how millions of people had probably read his poem before, but none looked him differently. They still saw an ever humble man who was kind and light hearted. They saw someone who had persisted through hard times and had overcome pain. They never saw the man behind it all, the one who was scared to love again, who feared that he would never have the things that would matter most it the end. The man who craved the normalcy and comfort of having someone to go home to and children who looked up at him.

Since he wrote it, and even before, Keanu had wrestled with the darkness in his head. The ever-existing storm cloud that said it was too late. That he wasn't going to get the happy ending, and that he was doomed to be alone, with only brief, barely committed relationships as his only salvation. But then he met her. Y/n. It didn't happen like it did in the movies, they didn't look at each other from across the room nor did their hands randomly touch in the most dramatic of ways. None of that.

He had meet her at a meeting for a potential project, the movie adaptation of a popular book. She was the author's assistant and a writer herself. In fact, just a year after they met, Y/n had managed to publish her own book, quickly becoming a household name. The journey to their relationship had certainly been a slow burn, growing from an awkward, tension riddled friendship to the moment where he finally took a chance and kissed her, right at her front door, after a fun dinner in the city. He hadn’t expected her to reciprocate his feelings, but she did. 

Flash-forward to six months later, Y/n had significantly brightened his life and they had a lot in common, including a love of literature, a shared enjoyment in giving back to the community and travel. Keanu had fallen for her, he loved her, more than he thought was possible and when he looked at her, he knew that Y/n felt the same.

She had given him so much; a safe space, comfort and love, so much so that he had almost forgotten about the darkness that had lived in his head, and to some extent, his heart. Y/n had chased it away, opening the windows and bringing warmth, light and a new perspective. Keanu hadn't thought about it for so, so long, that now, the person who wrote that poem was but the distant memory of a lonely man. “Well?” She asked, breaking him out of his thoughts, shifting so they sat knee to knee.

“I used to,” he squeezed her fingers and tears welled in her eyes, “I thought that my life was over before I had even gotten to do the things I wanted to. That I had missed out on everything. Sure, I had chased my dream, but what about everything else? What about something like this," Keanu emphasized, lightly squeezing her fingers. "I had started thinking that everything that had happened was my fault and that I was being punished. That I had to be punished and that punishment was the loneliness, the pain of the memories and everything else," quietly he sighed and Y/n could see the distance in his eyes as he remembered things she wished had never happened to him. "I felt.....broken," his voice was thick with emotion and Y/n had to bite back her tears.

Y/n’s hand rose to cup his cheek, her finger swiping under his eye, “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Y/n’s frown deepened and her expression was enough to speak volumes on her immense love for him, “I mean it every time I say that you can talk to me about anything. Anything Keanu.”

“I know,” he breathed, taking the book from her hand, setting it on the coffee table in front of them, bringing his hand around the back of her neck, urging their faces together, their foreheads pressed to each other’s, “But I don’t feel like that anymore. You put me back together Y/n, even before we became us,” he gestured between them. “You fixed a broken man."

Y/n chuckled quietly, “I didn’t fix a broken man,” she corrected wistfully, “I reminded a hurt man that he deserves more than he lets himself have.”

“He’s still very grateful,” Keanu’s thumb caressed her jaw, “I love you baby,” his lips were soft against hers and their kiss felt filled with love, adoration and thankfulness, as if he needed to show her, prove that he was grateful. Y/n had loved him, she was patient when he needed her patience, forgiving when he pulled away, thinking that they wouldn’t work and she was always there, even if she was miles away; she did everything to show him that she was with him, on his side. A lighthouse in the storm, the love he had longed for.

"I love you too," Y/n returned, her lips still pressed to his, "Please, don't ever hide what you're feelings from me. Whatever it is, we're in it together, promise?"

Keanu cupped Y/n's face in his hands, the tips of his fingers brushing her hair, "I promise," he confirmed, pulling her into another slow, breath stealing kiss.

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MJ’s Flashfic Follower Festival Masterlist

Thanks so much for playing, guys! Today’s the day - July 15 - and this is the Masterlist. Some prompts did not get filled but will eventually, and some I just didn’t have time or couldn’t make work. xoxoxxx

@glassjacket asked: Here’s a thought: Darcy x Thor, and you have to use the line, “So, I’m sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties...” you choose the rating/content. I’m up for anything with Thor and Darcy 💙

Words: 396

Rating: General 

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Thor Odinson, Jane Foster

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@stunudo asked: I don't even remember your rules, but listen, Sam and Jody hooked up while Dean was banging the porn star.

Words: 500

Rating: explicit

Characters: Jody Mills x Sam Winchester

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@stunudo asked: Hey, so I am feeling a diner scene today. You think you can give me a surly scruffy Dean maybe trying to get back to business after a wild night? But the aches and panties in his pocket keep distracting him?

Words: 470

Rating: M for language and mentions of sexual activity

Characters: Dean x OFC (implied), Rowena, Sam

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@tumbler-tidbits asked: Write something fluffy with NO smut or angst! So sickeningly sweet that our teeth fall out 🤪😘

This is AU, obviously, and an idea I’ve been kicking around for quite some time now. xox

Words: 487

Rating: General

Characters: Dean and daughter (Amara)

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@stunudo asked: Dean has been arrested twice for indecent exposure... Once was in a grocery store.

Stu didn’t ask for a crossover, but that’s what she’s getting 🤷🏻♀️

Words: 476

Rating: Mature - language? And implied sexual activity

Characters: Dean Winchester x unnamed female character (implied), Shane Walsh, Rick Grimes, Bobby Singer

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@tumbler-tidbits asked: Jensen or Dean x Reader, small public place, he pins you to the wall, covers your mouth and fucks you.

Words: 790

Rating: explicit

Characters: Dean x reader – in answer to the prompt answer for @stunudo regarding Dean getting arrested for indecent exposure.

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@maddiepants asked: "Don't look at me with that tone of eyebrow Winchester!"

Words: just shy of 600

Rating: General

Characters: Jo x Dean, Ellen

Author’s note: first prequel to Combat Baby.

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@maddiepants asked: Dean x "oh fuck you asshole" "was that an invitation?"

Words: 994

Rating: explicit, language, sexual situations

Characters: Dean x Jo, Ellen

Author’s note: second prequel to Combat Baby.

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@glassjacket asked: Yesssss, hellooo, do you do songfic? I submit: Dean/OFC based off of Led Zeppelin's 'Custard Pie'. Do with this what you must. Thanking you in advance.

1) Do I do songfic… you asshole.

2) Thanks a bunch for ratcheting my Bonham obsession and then melding it with Dean’s mouth. I know - it was right there in front of my face the whole time, but seriously.

3) To everyone else, I don’t know if you’ve ever heard the song Custard Pie, but, let’s just say, it’s obscene and sexy. (I mean, Page + Bonham = sexxx OKAY?)

If you feel the need for the full-sensory experience - although, @cracksinthewalls has assured me that I have adequately conveyed the feel of said song herein - here it is for your listening pleasure before, during, or after, if you so choose.

Now, without further ado

Words: 814

Rating: Explicit, there’re swear words and cunnilingus and (fun) ass stuff

Characters: OFC/you/me/we all scream for Dean cream x Dean Winchester

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@cracksinthewalls asked: As warned, a new prompt. Something different. You’ve so thoughtfully already completed step 1, and you didn’t even know it. 1. Watch Always Be My Maybe ✔️ 2. Keanu Reeves 3. Suit and tie (on him, not the floor, please) 4. Single malt scotch on ice 5. Biting

*cracks knuckles* *licks pencil*

Words: 851

Rating: explicit, fingering, biting, the c-word

Characters: Keanu Reeves x you

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@adoptdontshoppets asked: For your 500+ celebration. I think someone needs to help Dean with his shower.

Words: 896

Rating: explicit, spanking, a little rough, MOC Dean

Characters: reader x MOC Dean, Sam

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@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid asked: Happy 500 dear! Prompt for ya, Sam's been staying up, often falling asleep in front of his laptop, and you've had enough. Time to get his attention and get some of that loving he's also been neglecting to give you.

Words: exactly 1000

Rating: explicit, Dean eating pizza like a pig and giving seduction advice to Sam’s girlfriend, lingerie, slight Daddy kink?, virginal/innocence kink, I don’t know what else

Characters: Dean, you/me/your bestie/whoever x Sam

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@stunudo asked: Um, how didn't I see you demanding Sam prompts?! Angry sex: hair pulling and biting please and thank you.

Words: 463 Rating: explicit, spanking, rough sex, hair pulling, biting, humiliation, name-calling, dirty talk

Characters: Sam x reader

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@mummybear asked: Hiya there my lovely!😊 I had an idea for your follower celebration if that's okay! congratulations by the way you completely deserve it!! But would Dean and our girl Faith be okay please with the gif I mentioned you know which gif lol I can't get the stupid thing to go on the ask though much love 😘😘❤

Words: 843

Rating: explicit, clothed sex, talking during sex

Characters: Dean Winchester x Faith Lehane

Author’s note: this is a peek at the sequel to Pretty Reckless. The Buffy timeline in this universe is askew from canon, where Faith did not become as a Slayer until Willow activated all Potentials. In this flashfic and in the PR sequel (to come), Faith Lehane is a Slayer. She and Buffy come to help TFW with Michael.

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@natasharomanoffburnbook asked: Sending you a flash fic prompt! Avengers, Natasha Romanoff, please. You can put her w/anyone, romantically or not: Bruce, Tony, Pepper, or Wanda are my preference, but I'm easy. I just want them loving each other, but if you'd like to porn it up, my kink is spanking. Xoxo CONGRATULATIONS EVERYONE LOVES YOU

Words: 611

Rating: general

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, original female child character, Bruce Banner

Author’s note: This idea was based on the scenes they cut from Endgame showing Nat working with kids who were orphaned by Thanos. 

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@stunudo asked: Okay, last one before I tap out for the night. I want some snarky Rowena and petulant Sam and just fuck me up however you see fit. 😘😘😘

Words: 784

Rating: Mature, language

Characters: Rowena, Sam, Dean, Samwena LOL

Author’s note: there’s some breaking of the fourth wall in Dean’s POV.

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@adoptdontshoppets asked: Well after you posted Jim Morrison/The Doors, now I suggest a drabble where before leaving on a hunt, Dean sings “Love Me Two Times” to his lady. Smut of the actual two times can occur or you can leave it fluffy (do you ever do that lol?)

Words: 662

Rating: explicit

Characters: Dean x you/me/whoever, 1st person POV

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@ladywinchester1967 asked: Congrats on 500 followers MJ!!! Can you do a fic with Dean and begging? (Either he can be begging or the reader can, up to you) make it as smutty as you want 😜

Words: 994

Rating: explicit, femdom, Dean naked on his knees, begging, established relationship, Jensen’s stupid fucking floof hair from Dallas con

Characters: Dean Winchester x Robyn Fenty (Rihanna)

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@natasharomanoffburnbook asked: I LOVE YOU, TOO. Great Big Lesbian prompt: SPN, Jo and Ruby II have to have sex to save the world. Or something. Sex pollen? I don't care. 😘

Words: 995

Rating: explicit, dub-con??? – sex pollen, fingering, cunnilingus, fisting

Characters: Ruby 2.0 x Jo Harvelle, Dean, Sam

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@wayward-gypsy asked: Can I submit a prompt? Dean x reader dancing in the bunker

Words: 724

Rating: general, one f-bomb bc Dean, FEELINGS

Characters: Dean + teen reader

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@dean-winchesters-bacon asked: Dom!Jensen and a crop. Do the thing girl 😘

Words: 981

Rating: explicit, clit and pussy slapping, object insertion, dirty talk

Characters: OFC x Jensen

Author’s notes: this is a bit of a follow up to In For A Penny You don’t need to have read Penny, but you should. ;-)

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@fandommaniacx  asked: Congrats on the followers!💞Could I maybe request a Donna x fem!reader with the line "that sounded a lot better in my head" please?

Words: 689

Rating: explicit, vaginal fisting, breast play, breast slapping (brief), nipple play

Characters: Reader x Donna Hanscum, mentions of Dean x Donna

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Words: 582

Rating: explicit, blindfold, bondage, sensation play, food during sex, feeding, fingering mentioned, breath play

Characters: OFC x Jensen

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@idreamofplaid asked: Flash Fic time! You are totally awesome MJ!! 500 is just the beginning!!! I’ve been thinking. I’d like some Sub Sam. Get as kinky as you wanna be! Dealer’s choice 😉 Please include some aftercare too. I take good care of my Sammy! ❤️

Words: 790

Rating: explicit, Sam fucking Winchester on his knees, shirtless and barefoot, masturbating until he isn’t, and then he is again

Characters: you/me/whoever x Sam Winchester

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@idreamofplaid asked: Congrats on your followers! Totally loved your most recent flash fic!! Will you write the opposite? Sam decides it’s time to get the reader’s attention. Glorious smut ensues.

Words: 832

Rating: explicit, dirty talk, dominance, small tits, nipple play

Characters: Sam x you

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@boondoctorwho asked: Sam has dream about being seduced by Rowena in bunker that gets interrupted/woken by Dean?

Words: 629

Rating: mature, dream sequence

Characters: Sam x Rowena, Dean

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@wendibird asked: One Sam prompt coming up!: Sam. Overlapping scars tell interesting stories for those able to read them.

Words: 834

Rating: explicit, sharing battle scars, knife play, blood play, blood during sex

Characters: Sam x you/me/whoever

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@dean-winchesters-bacon  asked: Leather Daddy!Jensen 😏

Words: 832

Rating: explicit, belt spanking, spit roasting, Danneel’s there, threesome, leather is sexy

Characters: Jensen x you/me/whoever x Danneel

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@maddiepants  asked: Ok im gonna need an angsty Dean with the line "I can still remember just the way you taste" from the song "Its been a while" by Stained

Author’s note: I combined two of @maddiepants prompts here because they melded sp perfectly. Here’s the second:

Words: 710

Rating: explicit, blood play, obsession with blood and sex and bloody sex, blood drinking, knife play, MOC Dean, mentions of addiction, mentions of purgatory, Dean POV

Characters: MOC Dean x you + blood

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@tumbler-tidbits  asked: Officer Winchester x reader, handcuffs

Author’s note: so I tried something a little different with this - the style is a little more Harlequin than Minefield. I think it’s fun.

Thank you @glassjacket for working the premise with me. *twirly hearts*

Words: 1000

Rating: explicit, dub-con, handcuffs, police baton, breast play, double penetration, ass play

Characters: Sam Winchester x reader

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@dean-winchesters-bacon asked: “Please baby? I just want a taste.” “On your knees Dean.” DEAONNA (ps love the new color scheme 😊)

Words: 804

Rating: explicit, talking during sex, the L-word, Dean on his knees

Characters: Dean x Donna

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@cracksinthewalls  asked:  “There’s nothing wrong with women, but a woman can’t hold you down and fuck you like I can.” MOC Dean (or your choice, honestly)... but we know he’s definitely the bottom.

Words: EXACTLY 1000

Rating: explicit, cum and spit as lube, anal sex, flirtation

Characters: Dean x Benny

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@cracksinthewalls asked: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky showerhead, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display. Really, really enjoy. In fact, once the boys drive off to head home, they decide to help each other work out their frustrations. 😉

Words: 995

Ratings: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, drinking alcohol + beer, grilling, sunsets, wlw, boobs, voyeurism, crack

Characters: Donna x Jody, Donna x Jody x Sam + Dean (kinda)

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@peridottea91 asked: I have another prompt for your flashfic thingy! "Have you ever licked a lamp post in winter?" For spn? (It's one of my favorite quotes from dragon age so I would love to see what you can do with it. Also! ANOTHER prompt (f/an actual convo between me and my favorite cousin): "oh, what a beautiful bloodbath." "don't forget the glitter!"

And another from @peridottea91 to create a full flashfic compiled by three vignettes - peridottea91 said: Hi!!! For your follower thingy, can you do a spn fic with the prompt: “patience is a virtue” “not right now it isn’t”? It can be Sam or dean or just crack but yeah… Please?

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Words: 994

Warnings: none - general

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Rowena Macleod, Castiel, (Samwena implied)

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@dean-winchesters-bacon asked: Ugh I can’t find a non straight up porn gif I like for this but: Dean x reader x Ruby 2.0 with Sam watching from the corner. Do with that what you will lol.

Words: 565

Warnings: Drug use, OOC Dean, pure porn, spit roasting, use of the word bitch during sex, rough sex, hate sex, angry sex

Characters: Dean x Ruby x OFC + Sam watching

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#mj's 500 follower flashfic celebration #mj's 500 follower flashfic celebration masterlist #dean winchester #sam winchester #rowena macleod #faith lehane #rihanna is you apparently #natasha romanoff #keanu reeves #darcy lewis #thor odinson #songfic: led zeppelin and the doors #so far #au fic #jody mills #sam x jody #dean x you #dean x faith #sam x rowena #samwena #spn x twd crossover flashfic #dean x rihanna #ruby 2.0 x jo #sam winchester flashfic #sam x you #sam x me or whoever #donna hanscum x fem reader #dean x ruby 2.0 x ofc + sam #weechesters #donna x jody

[god--baby]

snowed in (nsfw)

belch huggins x ambiguously gendered reader

anonymous requested: Belch and reader get snowed in at the reader’s or Belch’s house

word count: 2939

tag list: @cutegoat-boy @tonguepopperr

You had gone to bed the night before, knowing that a storm was coming. You hadn’t really given it much thought.

You were forced to when you woke up in Belch’s arms to complete silence. There were no sounds from the road outside, nothing.

Wiggling out of his embrace, you walked to your window, opening the curtains.

Snow. Everywhere. Coating the road, the driveway. Up in piles here and there, your bushes hidden and your car and the Trans Am covered.

Taking a deep breath, you looked down. Your window looked down at the front of the house, and the door had several feet of snow piled in front of it.

“Jesus,” you said quietly, hoping to not wake Belch up.

You woke Belch up.

He grumbled and groaned, rolling over onto his side and running a hand down his face.

“Baby,” he mumbled. “Come back.”

Chuckling, you went back to the bed, sitting in front of him and running your hand through his hair.

“We’re snowed in,” you said.

“Huh?”

“We’re snowed in, babe. It’s everywhere.”

“Fuck,” he muttered.

Hunting around on the bedside table with one hand, he found his phone. He unlocked it and sighed.

“Mama’s been calling. Slept through it.”

“Mm.”

It was then that you remembered your parents, away visiting your aunt in Portland.

“Fuck,” you said. “My parents.”

“Yeah.”

You got your phone and checked it. Three missed calls and a text from your father.

10:04am. From: Dad

Heard Derry’s all snowed in. We’ll be staying out here for a few more days, until it goes away. Do you need anything?

You sighed and shot off a response. You knew you were good on food, as your parents had just stocked up on groceries before they left two days ago. You mentioned that Belch was there.

Then you put your phone down as Belch called Mrs. Huggins.

“Hey, Mama,” he said. “Yeah. No, we’re safe. No, I’m not gonna try and come home. Seriously, you’re stuck there? Sorry. Stinks. We got food. We’ll be okay. Okay. I will. Love you. Bye.”

He sighed and put his phone back on the bedside table and closed his eyes.

“Mama’s snowed in at the hospital,” he said.

“Oh, no.”

“Yeah. But they got a place for her to sleep between shifts. And they got the cafeteria.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“She also told me to say hi for her. So. Hi.”

“Hi,” you repeated, voice soft.

You really loved Mrs. Huggins. And she adored you.

“Come on. Come back to bed,” he said. “Got nowhere to go.”

“Couldn’t if we tried,” you agreed.

So you got back in bed, curling up to him, putting your cold toes between his calves. He groaned about it but didn’t push you away. He was like a space heater, so warm and lovely. You were in heaven, laying there with him. He pulled you on top of him, putting an arm around your back to hold you in place. Not that you’d try to move. You laid your head down on his chest, closing your eyes and drifting off again.

When you woke up, you were on the couch in the living room, the pillows and blankets from your bed in a nest around you. There were small sounds coming from the kitchen, the smell of coffee and something sweet. And Belch — Belch was humming. Something, you couldn’t put your finger on what it was.

You got off the couch, pulling the blanket around you and letting it drag on the ground as you walked into the kitchen.

Pancakes. Belch was making pancakes. You looked at him, your heart swelling.

“Oh, hey, baby,” he said.

“Hey,” you said, soft and still a little bit sleepy.

He came over and kissed you on the forehead. You let your eyes close, soaking in that little moment.

Then he left you to pour you a cup of coffee. He even put milk in it for you. Taking it with one hand, you held onto the blanket with your other hand. You watched him sprinkle some chocolate chips onto the pancake in the pan. He flipped it and watched it closely. You silently thanked Mrs. Huggins again for making him learn how to feed himself. His pancakes were the best.

You walked over to the clock radio in the corner and turned the radio on, tuning it to Belch’s favorite classic rock station. AC/DC was in the middle of Highway to Hell. Belch sang along in that tuneless way he had. You leaned against the counter and watched as he flipped the finished pancake onto a plate, starting another.

In five minutes, the pancakes were ready, and you both sat down to eat. You ate in silence, smiling at each other here and there, listening to the radio.

After that, you both went to the couch, looking at the nest of blankets and pillows. It was a pull-out couch, and you figured you’d both be more comfortable with it folded out.

“We should,” you started.

“Yeah,” he said.

You both took the nest apart, then took off the cushions and unfolded the bed. You set the nest back up, including the couch cushions. You both climbed on, getting settled in the blankets and pillows. Belch picked up the TV remote and handed it to you.

“What should we watch, baby?” he asked.

You thought about it.

“Let’s see if there’s anything good on. If not, we can always watch a movie.”

He gestured for you to go ahead, so you did, turning the TV on and opening the menu to hunt down something. Anything.

You settled on a movie called the Replacements, some football movie with Keanu Reeves. It was really pretty funny, and you watched it with one of Belch’s arms wrapped around you.

You fell asleep again with your head on his shoulder. When you woke up, you found yourself curled up to his chest, him asleep beside you. You smiled and kissed him awake, crawling on top of him. He cracked his eyes after the third kiss, smiling up at you like you were the sun itself.

“There’s my baby,” he said.

“Here I am. Awake again. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Pancakes make you sleepy. Me too.”

Your smile just got bigger. Pushing yourself up to sit on his hips, you rocked back and forward on him, feeling him hard under you.

“Have a good dream?” you teased him.

“Mm,” he said. “I was fucking you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“C’mon,” you said, rolling off him to the floor, grabbing his hand. “Let’s make that dream a reality.”

“We gotta go somewhere for that?”

You chuckled.

“I don’t feel like washing the pull-out sheets,” you explained.

He huffed out a laugh and got up, following you up to your bedroom.

When you got there, you stripped, pulling off your pajamas. He did the same, and like you did every time he got undressed around you, you were amazed. God, he was so fucking hot. Fuck, what he did to you.

Throwing yourself into his arms, you kissed him over and over again, walking him backwards to the bed. His knees hit it and bent, and he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. You rocked in his lap, rubbing yourself up against his hard cock.

“Now,” you said, “what were we doing in that dream?”

“Well, you were blowing me. But then, I fucked you, and you were screaming.”

You smiled.

“I never get to scream for you,” you said.

“I know. But no one else is here.”

“So. You gonna make me scream?”

He grinned.

“I’ll do my best.”

“Good.”

You leaned in and kissed him, just a peck. Then you got off his lap and knelt between his spread knees, slowly stroking his cock before putting just the head in your mouth. He sighed, looking down at you, pushing a hand through your hair.

“Look so good with my dick in your mouth,” he said.

You hummed, smiling with your eyes up at him as you took him deeper, shoving your gag reflex to the side. You still choked, though, and pulled him back out to breathe for a second before you went again.

After a couple minutes, he took you by the face, pulling you up to kiss him.

When the kiss ended, he murmured, “get on the bed. ‘M gonna fuck you.”

You stood up, getting on the bed.

“How do you want me?” you asked.

“Head down, ass up.”

You grinned. You loved being fucked like that, your face buried in the bedspread, muffling your moans and screams.

As if he knew what you were thinking, he said, “but don’t hide the sounds you make, baby. I wanna hear everything.”

Smiling, you got in position. He walked around to the bedside table and got a condom out of your stash. He ripped open the wrapper with his teeth and rolled it on, coming back to the side of the bed that your ass was facing.

He laid behind you, holding onto your thighs with both hands as he ate you out, teasing you. You let little moans and whines fall out of your mouth. He pushed his tongue in and pulled it out, slow and wet. You moaned, reaching down to stroke at yourself, light and teasing.

Pulling away from you, he knelt behind you and dragged the head of his cock over your hole.

“You want my dick, baby?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said.

“How bad?”

“So fucking bad,” you breathed. “I want you inside me so, so fucking bad, babe.”

He quickly pushed into you, and you let out a breathless scream. Settling into pounding you, he drew little helpless screams from your mouth.

“That’s my baby,” he said. “Screaming for me.”

“Yeah, fuck, Reggie,” you moaned.

His grip was iron on your hips, pulling you back on him as hard as he could. You knew your hips would bruise from his touch, and you smiled. And then he slammed into you particularly hard, and your smile was gone, replaced with a wordless scream.

He came a minute later, pulling out and getting rid of the condom. Then he flipped you onto your back and started licking and sucking at you like he’d never get to do it again. But he always did.

You came, seeing stars and chanting his name.

He picked you up and put you back on the bed, your head on the one pillow that you hadn’t put in the nest downstairs. Crawling into bed beside you, he pulled you into his arms.

“So you won’t get cold,” he said.

You laughed.

“Why don’t you just take me downstairs, silly?” you asked.

Realization dawned on his face.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Okay.”

And then he picked you up again and carried you down to the den, settling you in the middle of the nest. He crawled in and got situated next to you, you in his arms.

“I might be about to take my second nap of the day,” you said.

And then you yawned.

He laughed.

“If you want to, go ahead.”

So you did. When you woke up, he was gone, and again, you heard noises in the kitchen. The sun had fallen already, and you looked at the clock on the wall in front of you and found it was already about half past seven. You got up and again brought a blanket with you, wrapping it around your still bare body.

“Hey,” you said.

“Oh, hey,” Belch said, stirring some soup in a small pot. “You’re up. Good. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Dinner,” you snorted.

“Yeah,” he said, one hand going to the back of his neck. “You didn’t look like you were gonna wake up any time soon, so I just let you sleep.”

“It’s okay, babe,” you said, leaning up and kissing his cheek. “I’m not mad about it. Just surprised that I was tired enough to sleep so long.”

“Yeah, well, you work too hard.”

You smiled. He was right. You worked yourself to the bone with school and your job, but you never considered slowing down. Or chilling out.

“So, what’s for dinner?” you asked.

“Grilled cheese and tomato soup,” he said, opening the microwave to show you the sandwiches. “And the soup is ready, so let’s eat.”

You ate. You were both quiet, dipping your grilled cheese in the soup, enjoying the silence.

“God,” you said when you were done eating, pushing your plate and bowl away from you, “when do you think the snow’s gonna go away?”

“Just a couple days, don’t worry, baby.”

“I’m only a little worried.”

“Don’t be. It’s gonna be fine.”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“You got a show shovel in the garage? I could get the snow away from the door.”

“What for?”

“We’re gonna make a snowman.”

You huffed out a laugh.

“That so?”

“Yup. You gotta get dressed, though.”

You looked down at the blanket you still had wrapped around yourself, chuckling.

“I guess.”

So you got dressed. You gave Belch some of your dad’s snow clothes and went hunting around in the garage for some snow shovels. You found them, letting out a triumphant cry that made Belch laugh.

Then you went to the front door. You opened it carefully, not that it mattered. The snow was hard packed, several feet up. Letting Belch get to it, you watched as he chipped away at the snow with a shovel, making a small path through it to the surface. When he was done, he took your gloved hand and pulled you out into the snow, out into the front yard.

It was beautiful, so silent and strange. Like you were on another planet. Across the street, your elderly neighbor Mrs. Goldman sat on her front porch. You waved to her and she just shook her head. Shrugging, you turned back to Belch.

“So, where should we start?”

He thought about it.

“Over there,” he said, gesturing to the part of the yard closer to the curb. It was flat there, no bushes or anything to disturb the snow.

So you started. You balled up a handful of snow, then dropped it in the snow in front of your feet, rolling it around and packing more and more snow on. You kept it in one spot when it got too bulky to move easily and kept packing snow on, making the bottom section of your snowman.

It took an hour, but you were finally done. It was odd and misshapen, but it was yours. Yours and Belch’s, and it was perfect in your eyes.

“What should we name it?” you asked, standing in front of it with your hands on your hips.

Without a second thought, Belch said, “Frederick.”

You laughed.

“He does look like a Frederick,” you agreed. “Frederick it is.”

“Gonna take a picture,” Belch said. “Stay here.”

He went back inside and got his phone, coming back out in a minute. You posed next to Frederick, one arm around the snowman, and he took a picture. Then he came over and wrapped the arm that wasn’t holding the phone around your shoulders, kissing your cheek and snapping another picture.

Even under all your layers, you started shivering. He took your hand.

“Let’s go inside,” he said. “Get you warm again.”

“Okay,” you said.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek before he pulled you to the door, letting both of you in.

You both took off your snow-coated clothes and hung them here and there in the bathrooms, letting them thaw out and drip on the tile. Then you both got back into your pajamas. And then Belch went back to the kitchen, where the radio still played, a song by Lynyrd Skynyrd floating out of the small speakers. He poured some milk into the saucepan he’d used for the soup and started in on hot chocolate.

When it was done, he poured you a mug and you took it back to the pull-out couch, getting settled once again in the nest of blankets and pillows. You drank in silence, leaning up against him. It was the best damn hot chocolate you’d ever had.

You sighed.

“I love you a lot,” you said.

You’d said it before, but it never stopped being true.

“I love you, too, baby,” he said.

“Cool.”

When you were half done with your cocoa, you turned on the TV and found reruns of Law & Order, turning the volume down low. You finished your drink and laid down. He followed you, holding you. You kissed a line up his jaw.

“What are we gonna do tomorrow?” you asked, lips up against his skin.

“Same thing we do every day, Pinky,” he joked.

You laughed and batted at his shoulder.

“Nah,” he said. “Probably just… I dunno. Same thing we did today. Maybe we can make Frederick a family.”

You hummed.

“And a dog,” you yawned. “Gotta have a dog.”

“Yeah. Go to sleep, baby.”

“I slept all day,” you whined.

“So sleep more. I won’t mind. You need it.”

You gasped, remembering your homework.

“What?” he asked.

“My homework,” you groaned.

He laughed.

“Baby, you have plenty of time.”

“I know,” you grumbled. “I just don’t wanna push it.”

He hummed, running a hand through your hair. You closed your eyes, nuzzling into his chest.

“Go to sleep,” he murmured.

So you did.

When you woke up, he was gone again, making breakfast. The snow was still there, and you sighed, stretching.

It was going to be a good few days.

#bowers gang #the bowers gang #it 2017 fic #belch huggins x reader #belch huggins #belch x reader #mine

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Masterlist

John Wick

Oneshots:

Indulge  John Wick/reader - You love his body, you just don’t often get to see it, but for once, he indulges you.

The devil is a fallen angel  John Wick/reader - John’s reaction to you wearing his shirt 

Leather John Wick/reader- Watching John clean his guns leads to smut

Suck it and see  John Wick/reader - John and reader go lingerie shopping on a hot day

Your addiction John Wick/reader- Vamp!John Wick

Season of mists  Pt 1 Pt 2  John Wick/reader- Autumn AU 

Your sinner, in secret  Pt 1   Pt 2   Pt 3  Pt 4  Interlude Pt 5 (1) (2) John Wick/reader lawyer AU- After getting chosen for an internship at a prestigious law firm, you find yourself entangled with a certain hotshot lawyer, Mr John Wick

Bite Vamp!John Wick

It will come back (Wild) John Wick/reader Mulder and Scully type AU

The velvet rope  John Wick/reader -based on Your sinner, in secret, John and reader try bondage

Soft John Wick/reader - John and you spend a lazy day together

Hunter’s Lullaby John Wick/reader - 

Think of me John Wick/reader -

Collabs:

NFWMB with @keanuwwu Part 1, Part 2 John Wick/you - bodyguard AU

Multi-chapter:

Bluebeard (complete)- John Wick/reader - Given as part of a business deal to the mysterious John Wick, you must learn whether he really is the monster you’ve been told about.

Chapter 1: His stride is the wildernesses of freedom

Chapter 2: Go now out of the nest it’s time

Chapter 3: O the regrettings infinite

Chapter 4: Violent demonstrations

Chapter 5: Suddenly without thinking

Chapter 6: Grateful

Chapter 7: Thinking lots about your mouth

Chapter 8: Never so truly turned over and over

Chapter 9: Gazing with silly sickness

Chapter 10: Make our sun stand still

Chapter 11: Let lips do what hands do

Chapter 12: Secrets, running over my soul without sound

Chapter 13: Defeated by love

Chapter 14: My love is a fever

Chapter 15: Knew not eating death

Chapter 16: The weakness necessary

Chapter 17: My blood beats out your name to me

Chapter 18: Even to the edge of doom

Chapter 19: When I die I want your hands on my eyes

Chapter 20: Your goodbye is a promise of lightning

Chapter 21: I could not stop for death

‘Bluebeard’ Pinterest Board

Bluebeard starter pack

Blue Jeans (complete) - John Wick/reader baby!assassin John Wick who rides a motorcycle and keeps his guns in a box under his bed, meets a sweetheart who turns his world upside down.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

‘Blue Jeans’ Pinterest Board I am weak

Safe and Sound (WIP) - John Wick/reader Based on this photoshoot. You meet a tall, dark, handsome stranger and the next thing you know you’re bound and kidnapped and stranded in the woods with no one but him for comfort.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Safe and Sound Pinterest

Daddy Issues (complete) - John Wick/reader AU - Dilf! John Wick hires you as his nanny

Part 1- Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name

Part 2- Crush

Part 3- The wrong place for my love

Part 4- Melting in your vice dreams

Part 5- One call away

Part 6 - Crybaby

Part 7 - Slow hands

Part 8 - Bell, book and candle

Part 9 - Jealous

Part 10 - Bad at love

Part 11- Shiver

Part 12- Lay all your love on me

Part 13- Back to reality

Part 14 - Bed

Part 15- Will you still love me tomorrow

Part 16 - The other woman

Part 17 - Thinking ‘bout you

Part 18- How long will I love you?

Part 19- Fools rush in

Deleted scene

Part 20 - Feels like home

Part 21 - Birthday

Part 22 - Walking after you

Daddy Issues starter pack

Daddy Issues playlist

DADDY ISSUES CHRISTMAS SPECIAL Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five

Heal the Pain (WIP) - John Wick/reader, slight Santino D’Antonio/reader - AU- You’re married to the rich and powerful Santino but end up in hospital under the care of Dr Wick, sometimes you just can’t stop fate.

Part 1- Heal the Pain

Part 2- Treat you better

Part 3- Stitches

Part 4- Roll to Me

Part 5- How will I know?

Part 6- L’amore non si spiega

Part 7- If I dare

Part 8-  How am I supposed to live without you?

Part 9 - Leave your lover

Part 10-I just called to say I love you

Imagines/HCs: 

Protective John Wick

Bikerboy! John Wick

John Wick is a bigboy™

Scary Boss John Wick

Stockholm syndrome

John Wick MD (with Santino D’antonio)

Age gap head canons

Hate sex with John Wick

Royal AU/secret relationship (fanfic trope challenge) 

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RPF (real person fic)

Walking in the wind - Keanu/Reader - Working on the set of Replicas, reader starts to confide in Keanu and grows close to him.

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Other Keanu characters

Don John (Much Ado About nothing)

Desperado - Don John/reader 

Hades (Greek Mythology)

Fancast -King of the Underworld- Keanu Reeves

Donaka Mark (Man of Tai Chi)

Imagine being loved by me - Fanfic trope challenge- 42. The Big Damn Kiss + 84. Married to the Job (Donaka Mark x Reader)

Johnny Utah (Point Break)

Donuts for breakfast- based on request for reader working at the FBI, growing close to Johnny, angst with jealousy and smut: Part 1- You never get a second chance to make a first impression, Part 2- When someone shows you who they are believe them, 

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Mads Mikkelsen

Duncan Vizla (Netflix Polar)

Headcanons with gender neutral reader

Headcanons for meeting and taking care of Duncan when he’s hurt

Summer Dress- Oneshot Duncan/reader - Duncan is distracted seeing you in a sundress and you manage to turn the situation to your satisfaction

Locked in- Request for the fanfic trope challenge- Trope 1: Locked in a Room, Trope 2: Unexpected virgin

Hannibal Lecter

Roses Fall-  Fanfic trope request: Hannibal x reader with the “blind date” and “florist” trope

Scarlet -  You’re seeing a psychiatrist, Dr Lecter for your issues with sex, loneliness and hyperfixatons. Will he be your cure, or have you just met the man who will only make things worse? Part 1 Part 2 

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Bill Skarsgård

Multi-chapter:

Brothers- a forbidden love story: Bill Skarsgård/you Alexander Skarsgård/you Rated M for sex, swearing and a little rough and tumble

Part 1  - Busy leaving me

Part 2  - Just cause you feel it (doesn’t mean it’s there)

Part 3  - Come float with me

Part 4  - All fun and games until...

Part 5 - I taste you on my lips and I can’t get rid of you

Part 6  - A different side

Part 7  - Anniversary

Part 8  - Hostilities

Part 9 - Hotter than hell  

Part 10  - Friend of the Devil

Part 11 Out of the Woods

Part 12 Delicate

Part 13 Temptation waits

Part 14 Hell on heels

Part 15 Crying in the club

Part 16 Alone together

Part 17 Back to you

‘Brothers’ Pinterest board

Imagines:

Bill sitting at your breakfast table

Getting married to Alexander

#this might not work but i try