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Cupid's Little Helper - Keys
I walked into the office, unfazed by the hearts and the cupids everywhere. Valentine's Day at a company like Soonami was a lot like Valentine's Day at an elementary school. Everyone wore pink and red and brought little valentines for everyone. There was also a huge party that started at 2 and didn't end until people went home.
Soonami takes holidays very seriously.
I laughed when I saw the look on Keys' face. I walked over and leaned on his cubicle.
"Why is my favorite coder so pouty?" I teased. I was one of the only people at our company who knew what Keys was actually good at. I often went to him for help fixing a coding issue.
"I'm fine," he said shifting in his seat.
"Keys," I elongated as I pulled a chair over and sat next to him. "Spill it."
"There's nothing to spill," he said very unsuccessfully. He turned back to his computer to look distracted.
"Is it Valentine's Day?" I suggested. "It's just a stupid holiday."
"A holiday that makes you feel like shit for not having anyone," he mumbled.
"You know," I started carefully, "it could also be seen as a great day for you to confess your feelings."
"My feelings?" He asked as his head snapped toward me.
"Yeah," I shrugged. "It's kinda obvious."
"Is it?" He asked, his voice dropping.
"Little bit," I teased. "You come into work already distracted. And every time you get a text, you jump. Is it that one girl? Your old partner?"
"Millie? You think she's the one. . ."
"Of course. I mean, who else could it be?"
I didn't give him a chance to answer me. I turned on my heels and headed to my desk. I sat down and instantly started going through the complaints Keys went through yesterday.
Before I knew it, the Valentine's Day party was in full swing. I ignored it and continued fixing the problem I'd spent the last three hours trying to get rid of. I continued ignoring my surroundings when someone knocked on my desk.
"Come on, Y/N," Keys chuckled. "The party started an hour ago."
"I'm aware," I said with little to no emotion.
"Y/N," he sighed. I pouted when my chair was dragged away from my desk.
"Keys!" I pouted. I spun around and crossed my arms over my chest. "I was still working on that complaint that you sent me. . ."
"I know. I know. I know," he chuckled. "You never stop working, but it's the Valentine's Day party."
"I thought you hated Valentine's Day," I chuckled as I stood up and walked over to the drink table.
"I do," Keys said as he followed me. "Doesn't mean I can't appreciate a party."
A little while later, I wasn't sure where Keys had disappeared. I made myself not care and focused on talking to some of the girls from the graphic design department.
I was in the middle of getting myself a drink when someone walked up to me. My heart felt weird when I turned around and realized it was Mouser instead of Keys.
"You know," he said, overly confident, "your nickname should be Smooth. . ."
"Don't finish that sentence," I cut him off. "Mouser, how many times have you asked me out?"
He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't give him the chance. "And how many times have I rejected you? So add up those and use that number to help you figure out whether or not you should continue to ask me out."
I started to walk away but he grabbed my wrist. "Come on, Y/N," Mouser scoffed. "All I'm asking you for is one dance."
"I don't really feel like having you grope me to a Rhianna song," I said, trying to tear my hand out of his hold.
"But Y/N. . ."
"Hey, baby," I gasped when Keys wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.
"Are you guys. . ." Mouser didn't finish his question.
"Yeah," Keys cut him off. "And you are still holding onto her."
Mouser jumped when Keys ripped his hand off my wrist. My heart felt weird again as Keys let go of me and slowly moved me behind him.
"You really need to work on understanding the word, 'no', Mouser. You hear it enough," Keys said.
"I didn't know. . ." Mouser stuttered.
"Walk away, Mouser. Now."
I held my breath, not letting out a sigh of relief until Mouser walked away. The second he was gone, Keys turned toward me.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said, my voice weirdly quiet. "Thank you, Keys. You didn't. . . You didn't have to do that."
"Of course I did," he shrugged. "What kind of guy would I be if I let Mouser hit on you?"
Awkward tension suddenly fell between us. I nervously started ringing my neck as Keys opened and closed his mouth.
"I should. . ." I started.
"I'm sorry," Keys laughed awkwardly. "I shouldn't have kissed you. I just. . . I saw Mouser not leaving you alone and then he grabbed you. . . I just thought. . . Maybe kissing you wasn't the right route."
"I think it was," I cut him off. That tension thickened even more between us.
"You do?" He stuttered.
"Yeah," I said, my voice dropping. "I mean. . . It worked, didn't it?"
"Yeah," Keys chuckled. "It worked."
I cleared my throat as I added, "You better stay by my side the rest of the party. Just in case, you know, in case Mouser sees me."
"He should think that we're together," Keys said, catching on.
After that, we hung out the rest of the night. The more we did, the harder it was to get rid of the weird feeling in my heart. Around nine o'clock, the party was finally starting to wind down.
"Well," I sighed. "I think I'm gonna head home. We still have work tomorrow."
We stared at each other for a minute before I finally broke the contest. I looked away and pretended to check my watch.
"Thanks again, Keys," I whispered. I sent him a smile before beginning to walk away. I didn't get very far away. I gasped when my elbow was grabbed and I was quickly spun around.
The second I was facing whoever grabbed me, they leaned down and smashed their lips onto mine. When I realized it was Keys, I closed my eyes and started kissing him back. The second I kissed him back, neither one of us held back anymore.
"Keys," I gasped when we broke the kiss.
"I'm sorry," he quickly started to explain. "The truth is, I have a really big crush on you, Y/N. I have for a really long time. And when I saw Mouser hitting on you. . . It was stupid. I know that. I guess you could say I got swept up in all the hearts and cupids and the party and. . ."
I cut him off by grabbing his face and pressing my lips back to his. He let out a small chuckle as he instantly started kissing me back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.
This time, Keys broke the kiss. When he did, he leaned back and looked deeply into my eyes.
"I know it's Valentine's Day and kinda late," he said, his voice soft, "but would you like to get a drink? Or maybe go to dinner sometime?"
"I'd love to," I said, my face burning. Keys smiled as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my face.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Y/N."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Keys."
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Dream Girl
pairing: Walter “Keys” Mckey/Female Reader
summary: Keys helps you pass a seemingly impossible boss battle in a video game you’ve been playing.
warnings/extra tags: cursing, a kiss kiss, probably ooc keys? I tried 😔, poor hacking things i got very vague but for this imagine just trust me bro, beta read, edited by me so if i missed anything pls ignore :')
note: Consider this my debut to writing Keys and who knows…maybe I’ll write more of him 👀 also yall this has been in my drafts for decades and today i was like?? it's bri's birthday, so i should post this right??? happy birthday @userdjo !! Thank you for reading and enjoy ♥️
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“I'm not doing it.”
"Why not?”
“Uh, because it's too risky?”
“Seriously? Too risky? Do you hear yourself right now?”
Keys was standing across from you, leaning on the kitchen counter holding a cup of coffee that he had only taken a single sip of seeing as the moment you heard the coffee maker come to life you stalked out of your own office to try to convince him to do what you wanted him to do all morning.
“Keys!” You were exasperated when he didn’t reply to your rhetorical question.
He just wanted to spend a bit of time during his break to look at something that wasn’t a screen of codes he could read like the morning paper. He wanted to talk to you in this kitchen like you always did throughout the day and unfortunately your conversations had to be this.
“We could get into a lot of trouble, I could get into a lot of trouble,” Keys told you firmly, to which you scoffed and crossed your arms, “I’m serious.”
“Only if you get caught, which I know you won’t,” you replied, before huffing and adding, “Where did this goody two shoes attitude come from? You literally took down an entire gaming company by causing trouble with Millie.”
Keys sighed, turning away from you as he set his mug down and brought one hand to his face to remove his glasses just so he could properly pinch his nose. That was different, and you knew it, but still wanted to try and guilt him into helping you.
“And you can’t do it yourself?” He asked, fully knowing that you couldn’t because you wouldn’t be asking him otherwise. If you could you wouldn’t be bugging him so much, pushing him to do what you wanted.
“I’d get caught, we both know it. Nobody can do it but you- Millie probably, but she’s not here,” you explained, “Come on, please? If you do it I’ll do every coffee run for the rest of the month.”
You were trying to bargain now, which amused Keys as he wiped the lens of his glasses before sliding them back over his eyes.
“Yeah me hacking into a game of another company is definitely worth you doing coffee runs,” he said sarcastically, resting his eyes back on you. You shrugged weakly and shot him a sort of sheepish smile, not caring that he was obviously irritated with you.
“I think it is- unless anything else is up for grabs? Anything you know…you would like?”
You wiggled your eyebrows at him, and he felt his chest tighten slightly, unsure exactly what you were getting at and suddenly being afraid that you did know. The sight of his expression had you smirking before you said, “She is my best friend- like yours- but girls mostly listen to each other…I could potentially lead her in your direction. You know…get that date you’ve always wanted lover boy.”
Keys blinked, understanding after a moment or two that you were talking about Millie and the hopeless crush he had on her, something he had confessed to you a while ago. Just that, nothing else…thank god.
“Don’t-“ Keys laughed awkwardly, “Don’t. I actually don’t like her like that anymore.”
You gave him a look, and he felt his cheeks heat up, embarrassed by the mention of his old crush on her. Not because he was embarrassed of being in love with Millie once, but because he had thought you had known something else now, that had nothing to do with Millie but with the woman standing in this kitchen with him.
“Oh…when did that happen?” You questioned him, not believing a single word that just came out of his mouth. Truth be told, long before he confided in you his crush, you had been aware of it. How could you not be? It was the way he looked at her, brown eyes longing and yearning. He had it bad for her, for years, so it was hard to believe he’d moved on, that he’d fallen out of love.
“A while ago, actually, just sort of happened one day,” he replied awkwardly, eyes flashing to his watch. He had a few minutes left before he had to go back in there and start coding again. You both worked from home, made up your own hours and he liked to keep a more timely schedule than you did.
“Huh,” you said, still curious as to how that happened at all, but knowing he was going to be escaping back to his office/room was enough to make you set it aside and continue your prior conversation bargain.
“Anything else then? I’m really desperate here Keys, I wouldn’t be asking you to do this if I wasn’t, you know this,” you continued, watching as he picked up his basically untouched coffee and pushed himself off the counter, ready to return to his coding.
“The coffee runs do sound nice, but like I said, not worth it,” he told you again, this time a bit more firmly and now it was you getting frustrated with him as you followed closely after him through the living room.
“Oh come on! I can do it for longer? The rest of the year- Keys!” You grabbed his arm, the one that wasn’t holding a coffee thankfully as it definitely might’ve spilled, “I’m begging you, do you want me to get down on my knees and beg to show you how serious I am?”
He cheeks suddenly became flushed as you started to descent to your knees and he had to catch you to keep you from doing that. The last thing he needed was to know how you looked when you’re on your knees in front of him. The last thing.
“No! You don’t have to-“ he said a bit too frantically. You stared at him, confused by his sudden behavior (even noticing his suddenly very pink cheeks and wide eyes underneath his glasses). Keys blinked rapidly for a moment, before he turned his head and cursed, “Alright alright, it may take a day or so- we need to make sure our schedules are clear- which means you gotta do work.”
He gave you a pointed look, knowing your tendency to move away from your work computer to what you called your fun gaming one whenever you felt like it.
“Oh yeah of course!” you replied like you did work all the time, “If that’s what it takes then hell yeah, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
You didn’t say it like a joke, which made him swallow thickly at your words and push down some thoughts he’d been having about you lately. Some romantic, some not so romantic and more in the carnal sense. Both equally terrified him and made him feel a sense of guilt.
It didn’t help that your favorite lounge at home outfit was a sports bra and biker shorts you usually paired with a zip-up hoodie that you never zipped up. It was mostly that pretty silver chain necklace you wore all the time and how it would fall underneath the fabric of your bra, making his eyes and thoughts wander to forbidden places.
Something he was doing right fucking now. It was almost like getting caught in a spell of some sort, which embarrassed him greatly.
You were too distracted by the fact that he technically agreed to helping you out to notice his eyes resting on your chest area, “I can’t believe you’re going to do this for me- okay- okay you get back to work and we’ll meet up tonight?”
You were giddy, almost bouncing in your spot and Keys suddenly snapped out of his trance caused by you, and he quickly forced his eyes to meet yours, realizing you’d just been speaking and that he wasn’t listening.
“Uh- yeah- yeah totally,” he told you in an attempt to not sound like a creep. You didn’t notice though, you didn’t notice a lot of things actually, and you merely flashed him an excited grin before you turned and jogged back into your own room, for the first time being excited to do some work and actually complete it.
Keys just stood there long after you had slammed your door shut, long after you probably sat at your computer and started replying to messages or reworking some mods like you were supposed to.
He felt like an idiot. A fool. Yet another hopeless fool who developed feelings for somebody he was close to, somebody in the same friend group.
He hadn’t intended for it to happen. It had always been Millie, not that anything was wrong with you of course, he just had some odd attachment to her because for a long time he considered her to be his dream girl, but after a long hard look at himself and their friendship he knew that’s all she would ever be.
And he was okay with that…eventually. Eventually his heart stopped fluttering in his chest when their eyes would meet, eventually his mind was no longer foggy and warm when they spoke. Eventually, he felt nothing but a platonic love that would always be there to stay.
With you, he wasn’t anticipating feelings like that to come up. It honestly came out of no where one day. Millie and Mouser had left, and you decided to stick around a little longer.
Keys wasn’t used to being alone with you, as at the time you were closer to Millie only and you two were like a package deal. So when you said you’d stay, Keys suggested you two play a game of your choice as an ice breaker. You chose this shooter game, 1v1, or on a team together online. That would be his choice and he decided to go with 1v1, not wanting to deal with teammates he didn’t know as he wasn’t up for a headache or trash talking from strangers or kids who aren’t being monitored by their parents and cursing like sailors.
He didn’t catch the wicked look in your eyes when he chose that one.
Keys learned very quickly how much you liked shooter games, even ones at the arcades. Your aim was impeccable and your sportsmanship was completely out of the window. You quipped back and forth like old friends, teasing him when he’d lose, cursing him when you lost, which wasn’t as often as Keys would’ve liked.
It was fun, very fun, and you ended up spending the entire night with him, playing your favorite games, and his favorite ones. Then, you just talked and got to know each other better.
Keys had liked you before that, and it was after that he started to like you more. And when you and him moved into together- things changed. They changed a lot.
He really liked you, but like with Millie, he was probably forever going to keep it to himself because how could you ever like him in return? He was your friend, and you knew he had been hopelessly in love with your best friend- he couldn’t see that working out. Not one bit, even if it broke his heart knowing that it wouldn’t.
Like Millie was, you were just another dream girl, and like her again, he eventually learn to be okay with that. It’s what was keeping him going, honestly, but he knew it would take longer as you were around him constantly. Eventually, he told himself as he took a sip of his now cold coffee, eventually.
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Keys had gone to bed the minute he finished up.
He washed his face, taken off his shirt and put on his pajama pants, took off his glasses, and laid spread on his bed under the covers on his stomach. One side of his face was nuzzled into his pillow, heavy eyes shutting on their own accord, mind ready to be overcome by well deserved sleep.
Just as he felt sleep wash over him, something had weighed down the mattress from his left side. Well, not something, more like somebody had.
He opened one eye to see you on his bed, and he quickly sat up, moving away from you as he asked what the heck you were doing in his bed like this. You were taken back by his reaction, but then raised a brow before saying, “We agreed to meet up tonight, remember?”
Keys just stared at you, blinking wildly as he tried to remember if that was true. You shifted in your spot, spreading your thighs a little more so you could actually sit on his bed. He let his eyes move down for only a split second, though his vision was blurry, before forcing them back up at you.
“I seriously don’t remember, just-“
“God relax,” you suddenly said, a smile starting to grow on your lips, “You’re so nervous by a girl being in your bed.”
You were teasing him again, and he coughed into his hand before he shook his head and said in an attempt to change the subject, “I told you it might take all day, we can’t start tonight we’ll be up for hours.”
You frowned now, “Then why’d you agree tonight? You said ‘yeah totally’ I remember.” You pointed at him, and Keys suddenly recalled that he did say that to you- he had just been distracted that he didn’t know what he was agreeing to.
He cursed under his breath, knowing that you weren’t going to go away at all, but thinking he should keep his word as well, especially when you titled your head and gave him what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. You even fluttered your lashes and stuck out your bottom lip.
“Fine, get everything set up-“
“Already done,” you replied, already moving to stand, and you gestured him to follow you as you took long strides out the door. Keys could only grab his glasses, forgoing a shirt, so he could keep up with you.
Everything was set up, the game, the laptop with the games codes there- he was sure you made sure IP addresses couldn’t be tracked as the last thing your guys new gaming company needed was a scandal that involved one of the key founding members hacking into a game made by a separate company. Why on earth did you want to do this? It was insanely risky.
You moved to sit on a stool you had brought in from the kitchen, leaving your vibrant teal gaming chair to Keys. He sat in it, eyes glossing over the game and he asked you for clarification what it was you wanted him to do exactly.
“I’m having trouble with the items- okay so every time you buy one the price goes up and it goes insanely high- insanely that it makes it impossible to buy more,” you explained, “So I need you to either keep the prices from going up, or to give me infinite items or coins. That one sounds great.”
Keys ran his hand through his hair and laughed at your request, and said teasingly, “You know you can just earn all those coins by being a better player.”
He felt your hand lightly smack his shoulder, “I’ve been on this for weeks, Keys, and I’m desperate. This boss is kicking my ass and I’d like an infinite amount of healing potions.”
Rather than going to the coding, he actually moved to the game instead, starting it up and waving you off when you asked him what he was doing.
“I just want to see which boss is kicking your ass so much that you want to cheat,” he told you, and you started to protest, knowing that this was one the games he actually introduced you to and would definitely tease you when he found out which one it was.
Keys promptly ignored you as he loaded up to your last mission, and as his eyes danced around the screen, taking in the familiar surroundings and music even, he started to laugh and shake his head- doing exactly what you were afraid of.
“Alright yeah laugh it up-“
“No, no I actually don’t blame you,” he said with another shake of his head before he pushed his hair out his face, “I think I stopped playing for a while because of this fight. Have you gotten asked to play easy mode yet?”
He was looking at you now, and you moaned in distress before nodding. Keys laughed, remembering how this particular boss battle had humbled him and other players who thought they were god at video games greatly. He leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands together and resting them over his chest.
“It’s a bad idea,” he told you again, this time more firmly, “Also I’m sorry- I’m not going to let you cheat. We’re beating this guy here and now.”
He was turning away from you to look back at the screen, and you groaned.
“Keys there’s no way- no fucking way we’re going to beat him- you said even you had trouble,” you tried, “Just let me go the cheating route.”
You grabbed the laptop, but Keys had taken it from you swiftly, shutting it and setting aside as you grumbled at him.
“No you’re going to beat this guy fair and square, we just need to replay missions, get every objective checked off…” he trailed off as he started moving the character away from the boss battle zone. You just sat beside him, dreading the idea of having to go back to do all that.
“Keys…” you moaned in complete despair, “That’ll take too long.”
“It won’t, I’ll help you,” he replied back, and dropped your head on his shoulder while he grinned, amused by your reluctance to replay any of this.
“Fine, fine, we’ll take turns,” you said, lifting your head up so you can look at the screen. Keys agreed to these terms.
A few hours had passed, you and Keys switching off who plays and who watches- and Keys was a much better player than you were at this particular game, getting through past battles you also had trouble with and barely passed with ease, slicing through the bosses like butter, and going on his merry way. You were almost embarrassed honestly whenever it was your turn, but he sat beside you on that stool, and just helped you.
Normally, whenever you played together or watched the other play a single player game (a sort of ritual you two had every other night when you were both available) you’d go hard on each other for every little mistake.
“Uh triangle is the top button Keys? Need to study the controls a little longer there big guy?”
“Haha- if you’re just going to be so critical the door's over there…”
All would end with a laugh and you leaning back on his bed as you continued to watch him, teasing him within the next few minutes.
Right now though, he’d still occasionally tease here and there, but it wasn’t condescending or serious enough to irritate you. You actually liked it, liked him sitting next to you, leaned in slightly so he was closer to you and the screen, telling you directly in your ear what to do, when to trigger your characters power, what weapons you should go with- you liked him being so close, and especially liked it when you did good and he praises you.
It really urged you to play well, wanting to hear those words again.
Then, you got to the boss you’ve been having so much trouble with you wanted to cheat your way into beating him. By now it was past midnight, closer to 1 in the morning, and you have both been at it for at least another hour or so- switching spots again and again as you did your best to fuck the boss up. He was the only one who got closest and you at least got farther than you normally would…more than half of his life had been down before you were taken out.
“Yup- I’m dead,” Keys said with a sigh. He leaned back, pressing the back of his head on the gaming chair and you grumbled, knowing you were next to try.
“Don’t even move,” you said in a gruff voice as you moved from the stool and sat onto his lap. Keys eyes widened when he felt you there, hands moving to grasp your hips almost instinctively but quickly dropping them as if it was a crime to hold you.
“What are you-“
“I’m going to die real quick, so you moving would be a waste,” you said, shifting slightly before you restarted the mission. Keys just say there staring at the back of your head, trying to fight the heat that was overcoming him.
You weren’t putting your weight fully down on him, your own feet touching the floor and holding yourself upright as you clicked away at the keyboard, too concentrated on the game to notice Keys having a slight panic attack underneath you or how tense suddenly became.
Curse words were slipping through your lips toward the game, and you shifted in your spot again, making him hold onto you once more, deciding to look over your shoulder now and focus on the game and not how you felt on his lap.
You were doing pretty well, actually, dodging with precision, getting well aimed hits on the boss. Your characters power bar was growing drastically, and when the bar was full you managed to trigger it at the perfect time.
“You know, for somebody’s who not even trying you’re doing pretty damn good,” Keys mumbled, leaning forward so his head was over your shoulder. Focusing on the game had been successful in distracting him from your current position.
You merely hummed in response, acknowledging his compliment, and the villain’s health bar was so low- it was in the red and Keys said, “Holy shit! You almost got him!”
He held his breath, and also you, as he watched you dodge some his quickest attacks that you struggled with before triggering your character's power again and putting the boss to sleep with one final blow and a final scream.
You just stared at the screen, in pure disbelief, and perhaps a dash of denial that you’d finally beaten this fucker who had been haunting you for weeks now, taunting you every time you looked at your computer screen. You did it, you beat him - or did you?
"Did...did I actually beat him? Or did I fall asleep watching you play and this is a fever dream? Please tell me this is fucking real-"
“It's real! You kicked his ass!” Keys was practically hugging you from behind and you threw your hands up and shouted with excitement, the smile on your lips wide as you really took in that you finally beat him.
"See! You didn't need to cheat," Keys told you from behind, making you laugh and move to stand, making Keys let you go as you did. He stood up too, and you were turned around to hug him tightly, which seemed to have taken him off guard.
Keys settled into your tight embrace, returning it by wrapping his arms tightly around you before you tilted your head up at him with a wide grin on your lips.
He looked down at you, “He wasn’t worth hacking into a game, right?”
"I mean if we cheated it wouldn't be almost...2 in the morning right now," you joked, making him laugh, his lips pulling into a sweet smile as his brown eyes held your gaze, "But...no you're right...totally not worth that."
He nodded, happy that you agreed with him.
"Thank you, Keys, I mean it...just thank you, I know it's just a video game but you know...this stuff is basically our life, so just...thanks," you told him truthfully.
Keys sucked in a tight breath before he nodded, "You're welcome, anything for you honestly...except you know...hacking into a beatable game."
He made you laugh, again, and because he was pretty sleepy right now with the adrenaline rushing off, he couldn't really hide the way he was looking at your lips.
There was little light in the room, with only your bedside lamp and the light emitting from your computer screen behind you. It reflected back at you slightly, courtesy of those cute glasses Keys wore, but you could see his eyes weren't on yours.
You honestly don't know what compelled you, the adrenaline that still coursed through your veins from the win, or maybe the fact that you were still holding each other like a separated couple reunited- you couldn't really pinpoint it, but you were starting to lean forward as if you were going to kiss him...well...you were going to kiss him.
Until he was leaning away, causing you snap out of it. Your eyes widened as they snapped upward to rest back on his. He looked so very confused and your felt your cheeks heat up immediately with embarrassment, feeling like an idiot that you just about almost stole a kiss from him without asking.
“What...what was that?” Keys asked you, attempting to keep his voice as steady as possible as he felt his heart start to race and his stomach between to twist and turn with nerves.
You were pulling away then, saying in an exasperated tone, “Nothing- sorry- I think I just got too caught up in the moment.”
You were trying to laugh it off, make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal what you were about to do and you stumbled backwards, wanting to shut the game off for the night and lay under your covers in your own embarrassment.
Keys just watched you, piecing together exactly what you were close to doing- how close you had leaned in, how your eyes had looked- were those what they call kiss me eyes?
His heart nearly swelled in his chest and he grasped your arm gently, making you turn to meet him with a curious expression and he asked, “Were you about to…kiss me?”
Your expression turned horrified.
“What? No,” you said, panic rising in your voice before you cleared your throat and continued to say, “I wasn’t- no- did it…did it look like it? Because I wasn’t...”
He blinked a few times, knowing that you were lying. He knows what he saw, and he knows you and your tells, the way you refused to keep eye contact, and would press your lips together as if conflicted. You were lying, and you were embarrassed. He didn’t like that you were.
"Well! Anyway! Thanks for helping me, I really appreciate it and uh- we should totally do this again. Well we probably will but-"
“No wait I wasn't finished," Keys said, making you pause and look up again to meet his gaze. He looked serious now, less shocked and more...determined. You didn't know what to say or do, just standing there and waiting for him to finish.
"Just..if you were trying to kiss me…I’d be totally okay with it,” he said, his voice a little softer. Your eyes widened softly at this statement.
"Really?" you asked, and he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before he nodded.
Things had suddenly grew tenser, the room quieter and darker, more intimate. You hadn't ever expected to be in a situation like this with Keys, sure you sometimes thought about Keys romantically, but you quickly stopped those because you had always known Keys was in love with Millie.
He was cute, he always had been, you had thought so since you first met him. He was funny...smart, the best video game partner, and roommate, coworker...friend, it always struck you as odd that Millie never saw him the same way he saw her.
And here he was, looking at you how he looked at her, except it felt like something even more and he was basically asking you to kiss him. And you wanted to, you wanted to so bad suddenly, but conflict raised in you because of the fact you thought it was always Millie he loved, wondering in these split seconds if he was suddenly into you because he couldn't have her.
He must've seen this, your hesitation, and he swallowed thickly before starting to speak, "I've actually...liked you for a long time now, you asked me when I lost feelings for Millie and...I think- now I know...it was when I met you because...yeah...it's you."
He trailed off awkwardly, and you watched as his cheeks dusted pink and his eyes shifted away from you. You couldn't really believe what he had just said, but when he finally got the courage back to look at you...you knew he was telling you the truth.
And you were leaning in, tilting your head upwards so that you could press your lips gently against his. You practically felt his breath get taken away as your lips touched his, just before he returned your gentle, almost shy kiss.
You both leaned away at the same time, your heart pounding in your chest and your eyes fluttering open as your eyes met. A small smile had returned to his lips, and suddenly you felt his hand in your hair as he grew more confident and you both leaned in to kiss a second time, this time the kiss was longer, your lips melding together tenderly as you titled your head to deepen it.
Then, things went further...because of you mostly. Your hands planted against his bare chest as you made him walk backwards, your lips never leaving each others and he was on your bed with you settling into his lap, straddling him.
Keys looked up at you through his lashes, his hands placed onto your waist, in almost the same way they were placed moments before when you on his lap playing and defeating the boss. His body felt so warm against yours, and you were sure your body was just as warm against his.
You moved your own hands to his hair, and said, "Do you want to keep playing, Keys? Or do you wanna keep doing this?"
He seemed taken back by your suggestion, but laughed breathlessly as he said, "Yeah...yeah let's keep doing this."
#ngl this was inspired by the feeling i got when i couldn't beat the first boss in devil may cry#didn't have a cute boy to beat it for me#just my sister LMAO#keys x reader#walter keys mckey x reader#keys imagine#walter keys mckey imagine#walter keys mckey#free guy#free guy imagine#joe keery
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Happy to Help
Pairing: Keys x f!Reader
Genre: smut (18+, minors DNI)
Word count: 3.7k
Summary: Forgetting you'd spoken to customer support from your favourite game leads to something getting sent to the wrong person.
A/N: Listen, I know there's a set-up for potentially more. I would like to write potentially more. But nothing puts a writer off more than demands for a part 2, okay? For now, enjoy my first ever Keys fic. :)
Welcome to Free City Customer Support. We appreciate your patience. Connecting you to a member of our team…
Keys: Hi there! What seems to be the problem today?
You: hi, my screen is like. frozen dead. can't do anything, can't click anything. can't alt-tab out, can't ctrl-alt-delete. but i made a lot of progress between save points and idk if it can still be salvaged
Keys: Oof, yeah, that's the worst. Hopefully we can get you back up and running. Real quick, are you sure it's not your internet? I mean, you seem like you know your way around a computer, just worth double-checking, if it's your network then there's not a lot I can do.
You: yeah, sorry, should have added that. everything else that connects to my internet is working. i have an error message if that helps?
Keys: Yes! That's amazing! Can you send me it, please?
You: it says "error 72816: attempting patch repair"
You: there was a spinning buffering wheel in the corner but it gave up the ghost about twenty minutes ago.
Keys: Interesting. I don't remember making that error message, let alone what would trigger it. Are you sure that's what it says? No typos?
You: you wound me.
You: jk jk sorry this is a Very Professional Customer Support Exchange. no, definitely no typos.
Keys: Hahaha, don't worry, I've read far worse messages from people today, that made me laugh!
Keys: This is a little unorthodox but I'm wracking my brain here and I can't think of another solution. If I give you my work phone number, would you text me a photo of your screen?
Keys: Usually, I'd ask for an email of a screenshot, but, well…
You: yeah sure, whatever gets me out of this purgatory.
Keys: Super appreciate your patience here. My number is:
Keys: [redacted]
Keys: Okay, got it, deleted the message with my number so it won't show up in chat history, in case you're wondering. Data protection and all.
You: the professional techie guy with the techie-ass nickname being cautious about cyber security? groundbreaking.
Keys: Haha! You got me there!
Keys: Oh! Wait! Are you registered as a beta tester?
You: no?? i didn't know that was a thing??
Keys: Yeah, all ours are internal and I don't recognise your username in our database, now that I've pulled it up. I think you must have just slipped through the cracks, let me look into the code of our new test area and see if I can boot you back out.
You: ooh, are you gonna come bursting in through my door with a swat team to erase my memory, too?
Keys: I'm just a "professional techie guy" here, not a Man In Black, haha.
Keys: Hey, I see you!
Keys: In this code, I mean.
Keys: It's showing up that there's an unauthorized player.
Keys: That's what I meant.
You: well yeah, didn't think you were in my walls or anything
Keys: Just making sure! Didn't want you really thinking I was stalking you or anything.
Keys: Still don't remember making that error message, but that's another mystery, I guess.
You: ooh, maybe the game's becoming sentient and it's outgrowing us all!
Keys: There's that imagination again!
Keys: I'm gonna reset your position to your safehouse, hopefully also keeping your progress intact? If this doesn't work then a hard reboot is unfortunately the only other way.
You: you're a doll.
You: AHHHH IT WORKED I'M BACK AND I STILL GOT A SICK ASS BIKE WAITING FOR ME IN MY GARAGE
You: THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHHHHH
Keys: Pleasure's all mine, glad I could help. Please reach out if it happens again! Or if you have any other issues!
You: will do. so long, techie guy. thanks for everything!
Keys: Happy playing!
— — — —
It's been a relatively quiet Friday evening for you. Nobody's made any plans to go out, and you're unsure yourself whether you have the energy to. You've pretty much spent your whole day gaming, so you should probably fill your social battery a little, but do you really want to go to a bar by yourself?
You glance over at your phone and smirk at it. There is that guy you've been talking to… Maybe you'll send him something to spice the night up.
Once you've done your hair and make-up to add to the whole look, you find your cutest set of underwear, put it on and take a couple of selfies until there's one you're especially pleased with. Your muscle memory has you tapping three message contacts down, where he always is since you've been texting friends all day, and sending the photo on autopilot with the message: Hey, you.
You giggle with delight when your phone chimes almost immediately after - you've really got this guy whipped, huh - but are surprised to see you've apparently forgotten who else you texted today.
[8:23pm] Keys: OH
[8:23pm] Keys: OH NO
[8:23pm] Keys: I think
[8:23pm] Keys: You've sent this
[8:24pm] Keys: To the wrong person
[8:24pm] Keys: I'm so sorry I saw that!
[8:25pm] You: that's okay, i don't mind that you saw it. :)
[8:25pm] You: besides, burning the midnight oil, still being at your work phone?! don't they have out of hours customer service?
[8:29pm] Keys: I… Might have lied about this being my work phone. I normally have one, but it's getting fixed so I thought I would get away with saying it was a work line to help you out.
[8:30pm] You: and then i went and accidentally sent you an unsolicited lewd. sorry.
[8:36pm] Keys: It was just a shock, is all!
[8:38pm] You: well, since we're both here, and since you haven't deleted the photo yet despite how quickly you deleted your number from the chat log earlier, *and* how long it's taking you to reply, what do you think?
[8:40pm] Keys: Oh god, you're so right, I'm so sorry, I'll delete it now.
[8:40pm] You: don't!
[8:40pm] You: like i said, i want your feedback on it now.
[8:41pm] Keys: Oh! Well, it's very nice.
[8:41pm] You: nice?! ouuuuch.
[8:42pm] Keys: What do you mean? Nice is a compliment!
[8:43pm] You: yeah, from your grandma when you've given her a birthday card. c'mon, i can take it. tell me what you REALLY think. :)
[8:50pm] Keys: I… I think you're very attractive.
[8:51pm] You: there you go! it's super adorable that you're stammering over text, btw.
[9:01pm] Keys: [image attached]
[9:01pm] Keys: It felt weirdly unbalanced that you at least didn't know what I looked like, too.
[9:02pm] You: well damn, no wonder they call you keys, because you are just my *type!*
[9:02pm] You: get it?
[9:03pm] Keys: …That was cheesy as hell.
[9:03pm] Keys: But I like cheese :]
[9:03pm] You: oh yeah? give me your cheesiest pick-up line
[9:13pm] Keys: Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're CuTe!
[9:13pm] You: i award that 🧀🧀🧀/5. you could be cheesier.
[9:19pm] Keys: Okay, fine.
[9:20pm] Keys: Are you Google? Because you have everything I'm searching for.
[9:22pm] You: 🧀🧀🧀🧀. are YOU google because i'm feeling lucky. ultimate cheese has no comeback. c'mon, you're so close.
[9:26pm] Keys: Oof, okay, give me a sec.
[9:28pm] Keys: Although really you should never use Google if you can help it, they already datamine so much information out of you that the less you use any Google product, the safer you are. I use DuckDuckGo myself, but you should really do your own research when it comes to cybersecurity rather than just blindly trust someone, even if they are a professional.
[9:28pm] You: keys.
[9:29pm] Keys: Right. Sorry.
[9:38pm] Keys: If you were a grade, you'd be A+, because I want to take you home and show you to my parents.
[9:39pm] You: okay, that wins. maximum cheese for keys 🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀
[9:39pm] You: next ranking category: 🌶️
[9:39pm] You: let's see what you got, hot stuff
[9:45pm] Keys: What?! I can't just send you stuff like that! That's so forward!
[9:46pm] You: keys you've seen my tits
[9:46pm] You: i think we're past that
[9:55pm] Keys: Accidentally!
[9:55pm] You: and all the time you spend scrolling back up to it is "accidental", too?
[9:56pm] Keys: …How could you tell?
[9:57pm] You: every now and then you take a little bit longer between messages. just assuming you're scrolling up lol
[9:56pm] You: like i keep saying. i don't mind at all. you don't have to be shy around me
[9:58pm] Keys: Well, since all my cards are apparently on the table so obviously…
[9:58pm] Keys: Do you work at Subway? Because you just gave me a foot-long.
[9:59pm] You: ????? talk about 0-60! also i think that deserves negative 🌶️ for the psychic damage it caused me to read
[10:00pm] Keys: You just turned my software into hardware.
[10:00pm] You: what happened to "that's so forward", eh?
[10:01pm] You: but, credit where it's due, 🌶️🌶️. normally a 🌶️ but from you it's like a 2.5/5
[10:01pm] Keys: Your outfit would look great on my bedroom floor.
[10:01pm] You: oh
[10:02pm] You: oh my god
[10:02pm] You: oh you sweet boy, you're googling them, aren't you
[10:02pm] You: or whatever you use instead
[10:04pm] Keys: Some of us need the extra help! We're not all as smooth as you.
[10:04pm] You: sure you are, baby, you just need to get comfortable
[10:05pm] Keys: But I'm already on my bed!
[10:05pm] You: not just in that way! try taking something off
[10:06pm] You: and then send me proof 😇
[10:11pm] Keys: [image attached]
[10:11pm] Keys: ;]
[10:12pm] You: taking off your glasses doesn't count, dork!
[10:12pm] Keys: [image attached]
[10:12pm] Keys: like this?
[10:13pm] You: holy fuck
[10:13pm] You: hi you're hot
[10:14pm] Keys: Hahaha, thank you? I still don't feel any more charismatic, though!
[10:15pm] You: well, going back to your line about being like a good grade you wanna take home… does that maybe mean you also want to pin me up on the fridge?
[10:18pm] Keys: Well, the fridge isn't very sturdy. I think I'd rather do that against the wall.
[10:18pm] You: okay now *that’s* hot
[10:18pm] You: and what would you do with me once you'd pinned me to the wall?
[10:24pm] Keys: I'm not very good at all of the imaginative talk stuff that sounds sexy. Even using the word seems like the total opposite of what I'm trying to do.
[10:25pm] You: not at all, sometimes bluntness is the sexiest thing of all.
[10:29pm] Keys: Well, I'd really like to kiss you. All over, actually.
[10:29pm] You: *all* over?
[10:31pm] Keys: Yeah. The way you were posing made your neck look amazing.
[10:32pm] Keys: Oh god, now I sound like a vampire
[10:34pm] You: i promise you don't, that was my intention when i took it lol. besides, vampires are sexy as hell. i'd love it if you kissed my neck
[10:34pm] You: would you touch me?
[10:35pm] Keys: Wouldn't I be holding you against the wall?
[10:36pm] You: true, but there's other ways. like, you could put your leg between mine to keep me in place
[10:37pm] You: mmm, and then i could grind against your thigh while you keep this little promise of kissing and touching me *all over*
[10:37pm] You: does that sound good?
[10:41pm] Keys: Oh god yes
[10:43pm] You: and then that leaves my hands free to touch you, too. i wanna play connect the dots with those cute little moles of yours
[10:47pm] Keys: Oh my god
[10:48pm] Keys: that made me want to trace them myself for some reason and that felt so good
[10:49pm] You: you're touching yourself AND not paying attention to grammar anymore? for lil ol' me?
[10:49pm] You: that deserves a reward, i think
[10:51pm] You: [image attached]
[10:51pm] You: i seem to have lost my bra, come over and help me find it?
[10:58pm] Keys: holy shit
[10:58pm] Keys: can i just say what i'm thinking and then you can tell me if i'm going to far
[10:59pm] You: i think you mean *too, nerd boy, but yes, i'd love that
[11:06pm] Keys: sorry typing is getting difficult at the moment
[11:11pm] Keys: i want to hold them so bad. they look amazing, especially with your nipples so hard
[11:11pm] You: when you say typing is difficult, are you touching yourself right now?
[11:12pm] You: because now i'm playing with my nipples and wishing it was you
[11:13pm] You: tell me, baby. you want me to rub them? squeeze them? you wanna come over and suck on them?
[11:17pm] Keys: i want to feel them get hard. want to touch them while i kiss you
[11:17pm] You: attaboy! i knew you had it in you
[11:19pm] You: they're so sensitive now. and humping my pillow as if it’s your leg isn't enough, can i touch myself for you, please?
[11:23pm] Keys: oh god yes please do
[11:23pm] You: are you okay to call? i have a feeling both of us are getting preoccupied now
Your phone lights up with the name "Keys Freecity" and you immediately put it on speaker, letting the phone rest on your pillow next to you. "Well, hey there."
"Uh, hi." His voice is shaking and his breath is hitching.
"You know, you never told me if you were touching yourself or not," you point out.
"I - I am," he stammers out, and you purr back.
"God, I wish I was there to do that for you. Or at least to watch. I bet you look so fucking good right now. What are you thinking about, then, huh?"
"I was, uh… Thinking, about… The way you look up in those photos… And…" He falters out, but you hear the faintest groan, still.
"Aw, you want me to suck you off, baby?" You tease. "Thinking about me looking up at you? My lips wrapped around your cock? Mmm, I bet it's so big I can barely fit, huh?"
"I… I mean, it's not the sandwich I promised earlier, but… It's definitely bigger than… Average," Keys explains, and you don't hold back on the moan that hearing that news elicits from you.
You still laugh softly at his joke. "Yeah, I could tell, baby. Fuck, when are you coming over and splitting me in half already?"
"God, I wish I could," he replies in a strained voice. “Also, it’s really - hot when y- you call me that.”
"Yeah? And how do you like it, baby? You wanna fuck me on my back, so you can keep watching me as you play with me? Or you wanna be the one to lay there and take it while I bounce on your dick? Or d- do you wanna just - bend me over and - fuck me senseless, huh?" As you finally give into temptation, sliding your hand beneath your panties and finally giving your clit the attention it's been craving for far too long, your breath hitches and your voice gets weaker.
“Oh, god, I… All of it, god, please, I don’t care, just want you,” he groans through the phone.
“I want you too, baby, you sound so good,” you croon sultrily, rubbing yourself in faster, tighter circles. “Are you close, hm? Gonna cum for me? I wanna hear you get off so bad.”
“Wanna - wanna get off for yo- with you, want you, please,” he whines.
“Mmm, tell me one more time, baby. What are you thinking of now?” You ask as you sink a finger inside of you. “Thinking of fucking me, yet?”
“Mm - mm-hm,” Keys whimpers. “You - You on top of me, talking like that and - and riding me, treating my cock so good.”
“I’d treat you so good, baby," you groan, adding another finger. "And you'd fill me up, wouldn't you? Fuck me - oh, right there," you whine as you curl your fingers to hit just the right spot. "Oh god, Keys, need you inside me."
Something about you saying his name short-circuits his brain. You just about hear his strained string of moans and profanities through the phone, picturing in your head how that sweet face of his must look - eyes glassing over, lips slightly parted, chest heaving. Maybe you’d fuck him with his glasses on. Maybe they’d be clouded over, knocked askew on his face as you bounced up and down on his dick. “Did you just come for me, baby?” you coo, your shoulders tensing and toes curling as you feel your own release building.
"Mm-hm, yeah, made - made a real mess of myself, shit," he half-laughs with exhaustion.
“That’s my good boy,” you smile dazedly, your core convulsing around your fingers. "Want me to cum for you, too?"
"Oh, shit, you haven- where are my - God, fuck, yes, let me hear you s… Say my name," his voice shakes with the effort he's trying to exude confidence into his tone, betrayed by the immediate, "please," that rolls off his tongue.
Closing your eyes, imagining that look on his face again, pressing your phone flush against your ear as if it pulls him closer to you, you finally leg out an, "Oh, god, Keys!" before finally feeling yourself gush down your fingers, past your hand, even. Breathing heavily, you pant, "Shit, baby, I think you made me squirt."
"Is that a good thing?" he asks meekly.
"Very. You doing good, now?"
"Very!" He repeats back to you, breathlessly, making you laugh. "Sorry I was so… Pathetic, I guess. God," his voice muffles as though he's rubbing his face while he talks. "But it did sound like you were into it a little," he points out with a lilt in his voice.
You grin, "I sure did, but if you wanted to do it again, but more… Confidently, I'd be more than happy to do that again. If you wanted."
"I've never really done… Any of that before, like, at all," he starts, and you interrupt him with a laugh.
"Yeah, no shit, Mr Subway!"
"Ah, like I said, that's not entirely untrue," he laughs awkwardly. "But I've especially never done anything with a total stranger, much less someone I helped through work, um, they can't - you wo- please, don't -"
"You mean this isn't standard practice for Free City customer support?" You tease sarcastically, before adding in a serious tone, "I won't tell a soul. Besides, I like having you as my dirty little secret."
He chuckles, "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah. Maybe the next time you're feeling up to it, we can video call."
"N-Next time?!"
You hurriedly add, "If you wanted, you sounded like you did, if this is the first and last, that's totally -"
"No! I mean, yeah! I mean… If that's… Cool," he stammers.
You smile, "It's very cool. Just gotta be a little more confident. Isn't there something you do when you need that extra boost? Like, surely in the game you gotta be a little more self-assured around trolls and hackers and shit, right?"
He groans, "I was hoping you wouldn't ask about that."
Grinning wickedly, you poke further. "Well, now I have to know. Who are you in the game? Have I ever seen you?"
"I… I play a cop," he admits, sounding as though he'd rather the ground swallowed him whole. "It's usually me and my buddy, and he's - he's a rabbit."
You light up. "Shut the fuck up, you're Dirty Stripper Cop?!"
"Oh god, the players call me that, too?! It's bad enough that Mouser does," he groans in despair.
"No, this is perfect. You just let me know when you’re ready to bring… Dirty Stripper Cop to our little talks, and I’ll be waiting,” you bite back a laugh as you repeat his character’s nickname in the hopes that he’ll still take your offer seriously.
A moment of silence exists between the two of you before he pipes up, “...And what if I still want to talk to you, without… All of this? I mean, if that’s all you want, then I guess, but… I dunno, you still seem really cool, and you made me laugh today, even at work when it felt weird in my cheeks to start smiling. But if this is all you want with -”
The rest of his words get drowned out as you move your phone away from its position to look at your dating app notifications. Keys has apparently not been your only option tonight. And you’ve never been one to commit. But something tells you that this was the best offer you’re getting. And the next one will be. As will the one after that, and that’s not even set in stone, yet. But you’re hoping to guarantee it.
As you return your headset to your ear, he’s still rambling. You cut him off with a simple, “Keys.” He shuts up quickly, and you continue, “I - I meant it. I wanna talk to you again. Maybe more than just this, I dunno, I’m bad at this sorta stuff. But… You’re cute. In more ways than one. And if you wanna keep talking, I’ll try. But that’s all I can promise.”
“That’s enough for me! I’ll, um, I’ll text you in the morning, then? Or is that too soon?”
“I honestly wish I could tell you,” you admit sadly. You hope it gets through to him that your reservations aren’t on his part.
Thankfully for you, he doesn’t seem so keen to give up. “Alright! Well, I suppose I got some cleaning up to do before I get some shut-eye. Um, so I’ll talk to you, tomorrow… At some point. Um, goodnight!”
“Goodnight, baby.”
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Locked Out
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Pairing: Keys x fem!reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Characters: Keys, Y/N
Description: When Y/N gets locked out of her apartment, the man next door offers her a place to stay for the night. The night takes a turn when things get heated between the two.
“GOD DAMMIT!”
You kicked your door hard and held your head in your hands as you slid down the wall. This was just the cherry on top of a perfect day. Everything just seemed to have gone wrong and this was the last straw.
You heard a door open from across the hall but didn’t bother to look up. “Er, are you alright?” You peeked out and noticed a rather good-looking man with a wild mane of hair standing above you with a curious look plastered on his face. “I heard you shout and I wanted to make sure that you were alright.”
If you were honest, you didn’t hear a word that he said. You were completely lost in his eyes. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. God knows how you have never crossed paths before. He waved his hands in front of your face to gain your attention. “Hello? Are you OK?”
You shook your head and slowly got up from the floor, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Not really, no. I’ve had a really crappy day. I woke up late for work, the traffic has been a nightmare which meant that I was even later. I got bollocked by my boss and now to tip it off, it seems as though I’ve locked myself out of my apartment.”
You tried your best to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall but it was no use. You covered your face and sobbed, the frustrations of the day taking its toll on you. The stranger wrapped a caring arm around you and brought you in for a hug.
The coffee and vanilla scent on his clothes, for some reason, seemed to calm you down slightly. You wiped your eyes and gave a sad smile. “Thanks. I feel so stupid.” He shook his head. “It’s no problem, it happens to everyone.” You scrolled through your phone to find the landlords number and dialled the number, with no answer. “Great, now what am I supposed to do?!” You huffed and you could feel the tears threatening to fall again.
“You could always wait in my apartment. They probably won’t call back until the morning. I have a really comfortable couch so you can take my bed, if you want to that is.” You smiled and nodded your head. “Thank you so much, you’re a literal lifesaver.”
He walked into his apartment and you followed closely behind, the scent of coffee and vanilla hitting your senses once again. You sat on the sofa and fiddled with your thumbs as a thought entered your mind. “I don’t even know your name to thank you properly.” He took a seat on the other end of the couch and smiled.
“I’m Walter McKey but everyone calls me Keys.” He stretched out his hand for you to shake, which you did. “Well, Keys, thank you for offering your apartment to me. I’m Y/N L/N.” You both shook hands and engaged in a friendly conversation.Considering you had only met him literally five minutes ago, it seemed as though you had known him your whole life.
Throughout your conversation, you both seemed to have edged closer to each other, close enough that your fingers brushed against each other. A small blush crept onto your cheeks at the movement and quickly moved your hand away but much to your surprise Keys took your hand and moved it back, entwining his fingers with yours.
“I don’t know whether it’s just one-sided or if you feel it to, but it seems as though we have something here. I know we’ve only just met but I feel as though I’ve known you forever.” You nodded your head. “I feel the same way. It’s crazy how we’ve never crossed paths before.”
You both shuffled closer to each other, your heads leaning on the back of the sofa. Your lips were now inches away from each other and the tension was becoming thick with arousal. Keys flickered his gaze from your eyes to your lips and back again before deciding to just go for it.
He leaned in and pressed a sweet but passionate kiss to your lips, you letting out a hum in response. You kissed him back, your lips moving together in motion. He cupped your cheeks and brought you closer to him as you slid your hands up and down his arms.
His hands began to wander; over your shoulders, down your arms and slid underneath your shirt. You hoisted yourself up and onto his lap, never breaking the kiss, and wrapping your arms around his neck. You both began to fight for dominance, your tongues battling, but Keys won. His hands began to explore your body and splaying across your bare back; you silently thanking yourself for deciding not to wear a bra.
Your hands found their way into his hair, nipping at the shorter ends at the nape of his neck. A low growl escaped him as you could feel a small bulge underneath you. You began to tease him, thrusting your hips into his as you bit his bottom lip, trying to take dominance.
Your efforts were in vain, though, as Keys suddenly lifted you up and lay you back down on the sofa, his body trapping you. He slowly trailed kisses down your neck towards the valley of your breasts, leaving purple, bruising marks in his wake. Lifting up your top, he licked his lips as your breasts lay bare in front of him, the cold air hitting your nipples.
He immediately attacked one with his mouth, licking and sucking your crowing bud as his hand saw to the other, rubbing and flicking it which sent shock waves through your body. The low moans that escaped your lips only made the tent in his pants grow bigger.
His hand slid down your stomach and under your pants, moving your underwear slightly and began to tease your clit. He rubbed slow, agonizing circles at first but as he sensed your breathing getting raspy he quickened his movements, making you a quivering mess underneath him.
Keys looked up at you and nearly came in his pants right there. The sight of you moaning underneath him was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He slid one finger through your folds and inserted it, moaning as he felt how tight you were. He began to pump quick, inserting a second and third, and was completely amazed by how amazing you were.
With his free hand, he unzipped his jeans and they clattered to the floor with his underwear following close behind. He pulled away from your breast and pumped himself a few times before slowly entering you. You hissed as your walls stretched to his size. Keys stayed there for a moment until you nodded for him to go.
At first he went slow, careful not to hurt you. But after you moaned for him to go harder, he completely let go of himself. He pounded into you, completely filling you up, your hips slapping together. The familiar feeling in your stomach built up as you begged for him to go faster. “Faster, Keys, I need it faster.”
He did as he was told and went faster, drilling you into the cushions of the sofa. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm took over you, your juices spilling out all over the cushions. Keys wasn’t far after, letting out a low groan as he emptied himself inside you.
You both stayed there for a while, coming down from your highs. Heavy breathing was all that was heard until Keys broke the silence. “I never expected that to happen with someone I just met. But I do have to say, you looked absolutely beautiful.” He leaned down and pecked your lips as he slid out of you.
He put his pants back on and went to get a towel to clean you up. He gently helped you get dressed and pulled you into his lap. “Thank you for making this day better, Keys. It was the best way to end a horrible day. I just hope that this isn’t just going to be a one time thing.”
He looked down at you and cupped your face. “Definitely not, I’m never letting you go.”
#walter mckey#walter mckey x reader#walter mckey imagine#walter mckey fanfiction#walter mckey smut#keys#keys x reader#keys imagine#keys fanfiction#keys smut#free guy#free guy imagine#free guy fanfiction#free guy smut#joe keery#joe keey smut#joe keery imagine#joe keery fanfiction
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I SAW UR POST ABOUT WANTING REQUESTS FOR KEYS AND I SCREAMED OHMYGOD
anyway! keys with a super feminine gf? like literally everything is pink, pretty and at least a tiny bit expensive
i’m a sucker for nerdy guy x girly girl relationships😭
pretty in pink - W.M
KEYS IS ADORABLE AND SO IS THIS OMG! more Keys imagines coming soon, hope this was okay <3
outfit^
you were sat in your living room, watching 'Mean Girls', one of your favourite movies of all time. you were VERY girly. you were the typical girly-girl. your favourite colour with baby pink, you hardly ever wore hoodies and joggers out in public, you mainly wore them around yours or your boyfriends house and you loved shopping and wasting practically all of your money on shoes, bags and accessories which you didn't need.
you and your boyfriend were the definition of opposites attract. he was the biggest nerd you'd ever seen. he worked in Soonami Studios and had recently created a game with Millie called 'Life itself' and you'd never been prouder of him. however, he had hardly been spending any time with you due to him working so hard on the game. you were at the scene in mean girls when the girls were talking about the burn book and how they'd forgotten about it when you heard a knock on your door.
your head turned away from the TV and looked at the front door. you were not expecting anyone so you were confused as to why there was a knock at the door. you paused the film and took the popcorn bowl off your lap. you were dressed in a baby pink, 'vintage' juicy couture set and you had your grey ugg slippers on, your hair was thrown in a messy bun and you had no makeup on. you looked through the peep hole in your door and saw your boyfriend, Keys, standing there, looking around awkwardly.
you opened the door, a huge smile on your face. "baby, what are you doing here?" you said, walking a bit closer to him so you could wrap your arms around him. he smiled back and wrapped his arms around your neck. he kissed the top of your head and started talking. "well, i've been so focused on work i decided to take the day off and spend it with you, you wanna do something?" he said, hugging you tighter. you looking up at him, chin resting on his chest. you nodded your head and broke the hug, pulling him into the house.
"what did you have in mind?" you questioned as you walked back into the living room, putting the popcorn bowl back on your lap. he sat down next to you and put an arm around you. "we can go do some shopping maybe?" he said, your eyes widen hearing him say this. Keys was a very socially awkward person, and he was a massive nerd who hated shopping so hearing him say this made you excited. "you want to go shopping?" you questioned, the smile growing on your face. he nodded his head and smiled at you.
"well yeah, seeing as i haven't seen you in ages, i wanted to do something you enjoy rather than just sitting inside all day" he replied, rubbing the side of your neck softly. "aww Keys that's so cute, i'm not ready though" you said, looking down at your outfit. "that's okay, you can get ready whenever you want, no rush" he said, feeling you lean your head against his chest as you cuddled up to him. "can we finish the movie first?" you said, about to play the movie. "yeah we can" he said, getting into a more comfortable position but never letting go of you.
the film finished and you got up from Keys' hold, making him groan as the cold air got to him. "do you really want to go shopping or do you want to stay here?" you said, you knew he hated shopping and you wouldn't want to drag him to do something he didn't enjoy. "no i want to go, i was just cold" he said, sitting up next to you. "you go get ready i'll wait here" he said, kissing your cheek. you blushed and got up from the sofa and walked upstairs to start getting ready.
you did your normal showering routine and then got out, picking an outfit from your huge wardrobe. you picked an orangey two piece and some white air force ones and put them on your bed. you blow dried your hair and curled it, and then did your 'natural' makeup look. you didn't want to do a full face as it took so long to take off but your natural makeup look was quicker and also took less time to get off so that's why you did it. you then got dressed and put your shoes on before grabbing your sunglasses and put them on your head and then your bag.
you walked downstairs and saw Keys on his phone, sat in the same position as you left him. "you ready?" you said, waiting for him to stop typing. "yeah i'm ready to- holy shit" he started talking before turning back to you, stopping mid sentence when he saw you. "what?" you questioned. did the outfit look bad? did your makeup go bad? "you look beautiful" he said, getting up and walking to you. "stop it" you said, pushing him away slightly. "i'm serious, you deserve so much better than me, you look like you should marry someone like prince Harry or something" he said, analysing your outfit. "Walter stop it" you said, grabbing his hand and walking out the front door.
"can you drive?" you asked, seeing Keys' car next to yours. he nodded his head and you both walked toward his car and got in. "where do you want to go first?" he asked as he pulled out of your driveway. "up to you, i don't want to be there for hours an hours though, i'm already missing the sofa. oh i need to get underwear so we need to head to Victoria Secret" you said, looking at him as he drove. he nodded and then readjusted his glasses as his eyes focused on the road. he drove to the mall which was near you house and parked the car in the car park.
you guys walked hand in hand to the mall entrance and you saw a Victoria Secret. "you wanna wait out here or do you want to come in?" you said, stopping just before the entrance. "can i wait out here? call me when you get everything you want and i'll pay" he said, looking away from the store. you shook your head and let go of his hand as you were about to enter. "nope. i'm paying for myself, wait over there in that bench and i'll come get you after" you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before walking in.
he sighed before walking to the bench. he did want to go in there with you but he just always felt awkward and out of place in those kind of shops which he was happy you understood. you chose your underwear and paid for them and then walked out, seeing Keys sat in the bench just looking around. "you okay?" you said, putting your manicured hand out for him to take. he took it and stood up off the bench. "yeah i'm okay, sorry for not going in there with you" he said as you started walking further into the mall. "love i honestly don't mind, i know you don't like those kinds of shops so i'd never push you to go in one" you said, testing your head on his shoulder as you walked.
"you know i love you right?" he said, pulling you into h&m. "of course i do, i love you more though" you said, turning his head so he can kiss you. he kissed you back and then pulled you to a random section. you guys were 100% soulmates and you believed the universe put him in your life for a reason and you wouldn't change anything about him, not even his awkwardness.
#fanfiction#steve harrington#imagines#joe keery#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x reader#joe keery imagine#joe keery x reader#joe keery imagines#kurtsworld96#keys free guy#keys x reader#walter keys mckey#keys imagines#keys imagine#walter mckey imagine#walter keys mckey imagine#joe keery au#joe keery blurb#joe keery fanfic#joe keery fandom#kurt kunkle fanfic#kurt kunkle blurb#free guy 2021#free guy#keys mckey
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Faithie’s Fic Ideas Corner:
Ok…
So I just had the best freaking Steve Harrington fan fic idea!!
Guys just hear me out here…
It could actually work for any of Joe’s characters, just Steve is like my go to for fan fics…
It’s a meet cute…
What if reader and friends decide to go out like ice skating or to a movie or something. Then later she finds out that literally all her friends are bringing a significant other so when they start to act all sorry that she’ll be a third wheel to all of them she just bursts out saying “actually I am seeing someone, have been for a few months now. I just didn’t wanna say anything cause I wanna see where it goes first,”. While at first her “friends” don’t believe her they eventually do, but she panics because it was an absolute lie. The day for them comes and then they get there and ask her where he is, she then says “oh he was busy after all can’t make it,”. They get suspicious of her so later into the hang out she panics and goes up to a random person (this person being Steve…) and she yells out “hi babe I thought you were busy today?” She then begs Steve to play along and him noticing how panicked she seems plays along. He helps her out then they both leave and don’t see one another for a while, but the both can’t stop thinking of each other until they run into one another again and boom he asks her out…
Then it jumps to Steve telling his and the reader’s kids their meet cute story…
Bro this would be very very cute I adding this to my Steve requests now. Cause I 100% wanna see this be written by someone…
#stranger things steve#steve harrington x you#steve harrington#steve harrington imagines#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington stranger things#joe keery x reader#joe keery x y/n#joe keery x you#joe keery#joe keery imagines#keys imagine#walter keys mckey#free guy keys#keys free guy#keys x reader#keys imagines
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harrow indirectly feels the warmth of another women for the first time (idk i thought it was really funny last night at 3 am so here we are)
#the locked tomb#tlt shitposting#griddlehark#harrowhark nonagesimus#gideon nav#gideon the ninth#my chest is too small to keep things in my bra but i imagine keeping something like keys in there#would be very uncomfy but you have to use your suspension of disbelief with me okay#teehee#praying to the tomb for no typos
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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game
Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter.
Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.
The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge.
And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).
And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game.
Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.
(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).
After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely).
Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.
#DPxDC#dcxdp#Danny makes a card game to save the world.#Technically he worded the ritual so that they had to ‘beat’ him as those are the most powerful barriers and most reliable.#keys can just get lost or stolen (like the one to Pariah’s Coffin)#A riddle would be useless once someone figured out the answer. Like how no one takes the sphynx seriously anymore.#(Sorry Tuck. But it’s true).#And there is NO WAY Danny is just leaving a hole open for anyone to pass through. No thank you!#So…beating him. But it’s not like Danny wanted to fight so…he edited the ritual a TINY bit. Card games are good. Much less painful too.#Danny Tucker and Sam made the most complicated card game they could imagine.#It’s based on their strategies for fighting ghosts. Capturing them in thermoses. And MUCH based on a on field battle strategy.#It often requires spontaneous thinking on the spot. So Danny? In his ELEMNT. It doubles as practice for his actual ghost battles too.#They had SO much fun making this.#Sam added an entire series of plant cards that act as traps and healing ointments and duds that just take up the field.#Tucker added legitimate hyroglyphics combined with Latin as well as English and ghost speak.#Yes. You actually have to speak that language to play. With proper pronunciation. (Amity Parker’s think the three are talking gibberish.)#I headcanon Sam and Tucker are fluent in Ghost.#Constantine WILL figure this game out SO HELP HIM!#Some of the cards also have combinations related to constellations either in name or placement on the board.#By the way the board is based on a Hexagonal summoning circle with Rhunes along the edges#And the placement of the cards on the board and on what rhune MATTERS.#Also the cards move disintegrate and have certain abilities. Think of Harry Potter Wizard Chess.#But they are normal when Danny plays at school. This is just for ✨effect✨ Against invaders.#Danny faces multiple opponents. He also halts alien invasions.#While Danny COULD stop crime on earth he’s not sure how to fight a normal human and hold back so he sticks to ghosts.#The Justice league are going crazy trying to figure out who this entity is and after deep research are convinced this is some sort of#Ancient being who has protected earth for millenia. They have paintings on ruins and everything.#Danny is not aware they think this.#Raven starts praying to Danny as if he is a god and wrangles the other Teen Titans into doing so as well. Danny is still unaware of this.#Danny is not a King or an ancient. Just a very VERY strong ghost.
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au where L and Light fall in love during the yotsuba arc ............... i think its a crazy interesting concept
#fanart#art#artist#light yagami#light yagami fanart#lawlight#lawlight fanart#l lawliet#l lawliet fanart#L#death note#death note fanart#IM SOBBING.#i might write a fic ab this .......#imagine light breaking down after realizing he's kira dude#like ..... wow#i feel like light should've def had SOME kind of confliction after getting his memories back#like..... one second hes like KIRA IS UNJUSTIFYABLE then the next hes like HEH HEH I WON#my art#sorry this looks low key bad#i didnt feel like doing heavy rendering :(
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my darling tsukki!
#i still can't believe he works at a museum in post-timeskip like?? that's so fitting???#my dinosaur loving dinosaur living his dream as a curator/tour guide?? good for him#i can imagine tsukki stoically explaining sculptures and paintings but his eyes are all lit up when they reach the dinosaur section LMAO#i'd give tsukki all the strawberry shortcakes in the world!!!!!!! ILOVEHIMSOMUCH!!#my art#2024#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#hq#hq!!#tsukishima kei#tsukishima#haikyuu tsukishima#haikyuu tsukki#tsukki#kei tsukishima#art#fanart#digital art#digital drawing#anime#manga#sketch#doodle
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A Little Distracted – Keys
Masterlist
Masterlist 2.O
I walked into his apartment with a bag of food in one arm and a six-pack of beer in the other. I had barely kicked off my shoes when I felt it. Something was off.
"Keys?" I called out as I walked into the kitchen and put the stuff down. I started getting nervous when he didn't respond. "Keys? Where are you?"
I left the kitchen and started walking through his apartment. "Keys? Come on. Please say something. Keys? Give me a grunt or a crash so I know where you're at."
I let out a sigh of relief when I heard a soft grunt coming from the extra room that Keys turned into an office space for himself. I jogged down the hall and stopped in the doorway. When I saw him, my heart sank into my stomach.
"Hey, you," I said gently.
"Hi," he mumbled, his eyes still glued to his computer.
"I brought food," I said, shoving my hands into my back pockets. "And beer. You up for a break?"
He grunted but kept typing on his computer. I watched him for a few minutes but his focus was entirely on his code.
"Keys, I really think you should take a break," I sighed. "You're starting to worry me. Remember senior year with your project?"
"Yeah," he mumbled.
"Keys."
"I'm fine. Why the hell is this not working?" Keys interrupted himself.
"Keys, I'm bleeding."
"I will take a break as soon as I finish this part of the code."
"You always say that," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Take a break and help me with this bullet wound."
"In a minute."
"I'm dying."
"I will eat as soon as this. . ."
My heart sank when I realized he had officially gotten to the point where he couldn't even finish his thought. I smirked when I got an idea, "How about we skip dinner, go to your room, and just go to town on each other? Let's do it, Keys. Take me to your room and make love to me."
"Wait, what?" Keys said, finally looking away from his computer and turning his chair around.
"Of course, that you hear," I sighed, throwing my hands up in defeat. Before he could say anything, I turned on my heel and walked back to the kitchen. I tried to push down my anger as I set up the food.
"Y/N," Keys sighed as he joined me in the kitchen. "I'm sorry, but you know I have to do this. I have to get it done."
"Save it," I cut him off. "I've heard it all before; Just one more line of code. Just ten more minutes. I'm almost done, Y/N, I swear. Warm up the food. I'll be there in a minute. I can't do this anymore, Keys."
I mumbled that last part. I looked up at him to see him studying me.
"Y/N. . ." He started.
"Maybe I should go," I sighed. "There's no point in me being here. Especially if you are going to ignore me and go back to coding."
I left the kitchen, ignoring the sound of Keys running after me. I reached the front door before he grabbed my hand and stopped me. He grabbed my hand and turned me toward him.
"Please don't leave," he begged. Keys looked down at my hand in his and quickly let it go. "What can I do to make this better?"
"Take a break," I said instantly. "Eat dinner with me and watch a movie. Hang out like we usually do without the distraction of your code. I know coding is important to you, but you've been killing yourself for the game. You need to think about whether or not this is worth it."
"It is," he said under his breath.
"Is it?" I challenged. "Do you not remember our senior year? You got so focused on coding a game you were working on that you didn't eat for two days. When I finally forced my way into your room through your window, you were basically comatose."
Keys opened his mouth to say something, but at the last minute, he decided against it. Without a word, he let go of one of my hands and took me back into the kitchen. He led me to the table and finally let go of my hand as he pulled out a chair for me.
I sat down, not entirely believing that he was actually going to walk away from his coding. But he did. Instead of going to his office, Keys walked over to the counter where I put the food and started pulling the containers out of the bag.
I couldn't push back the smile as he carried the food over to me, put it down in the middle of the table, and sat across from me. I watched as he took off the wrapper and took a bite of his burger.
"Hey," he said, his mouth full, "I thought we were both eating."
"Sorry," I chuckled as I finally stopped staring at him and started eating my burger.
As we ate, I could tell his mind was still on his game. When we finished, I got up and started cleaning. I looked over my shoulder to see Keys checking his watch and drumming his fingers on his knee.
"Just go," I sighed.
"What do you mean?" He asked, faking innocence.
"Come on, Keys," I said, turning toward him and crossing my arms over my chest. "You are dying to go back to your code. That's fine, but I'm not going to sit here, knowing you'd rather be working."
I started to leave again, but Keys jumped up, ran around me, and got in front of me. He gently grabbed my shoulders and sighed.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I was trying, Y/N. I swear."
"I know," I said softly. "But I also know that you would rather be working so. . ."
"No," he cut me off. "I'd rather be hanging out with you."
I knew he was lying but I let him believe that I believed him.
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While we watched the movie, Keys kept glancing at his watch. The further into the movie we got, the more restless Keys got.
"This isn't working," Keys grunted as he paused the movie.
"Okay," I said, turning towards him and tucking my feet under myself. "Let's try something else."
"Y/N," he sighed, "I appreciate the help but. . ."
"Talk it out."
"What?"
"Talk it out," I repeated. "Everything with your game, with your code. Talk it out."
"Are you. . . Are you serious?"
"Yeah," I shrugged. "I tried distracting you with food and a movie but that didn't work so let's try this. All the feelings, all the frustration, let it out."
"You mean it?"
"Of course I do. You're my best friend, Keys. I hate seeing you like this, so, let me have it."
I sat back and listened as Keys told me everything about his game. He told me about where he was struggling. He told me about the issues in his code. He told me about how there was one specific part in his code that wasn't syncing correctly. He told me about the characters he was creating and how he needed a couple more that he couldn't come up with.
"And there's one character," he sighed, "that I can't crack."
"Show me," I shrugged. Keys jumped up, grabbed my hand, and led me into his office. He sat down at the desk and I leaned on his chair behind him. I tried to understand as he explained his code to me but it went over my head.
"You said you could figure it out," I said slowly once he was done explaining.
"I can," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "I just. . ."
When he didn't continue, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and leaned my chin on his head.
"Did you ever think about getting inspiration about people from people?"
"What does that even mean?" Keys chuckled as he reached up and gently grabbed my wrists, not pulling them from around him.
"You said you had a few other NPCs, right?" I asked.
"Yeah," Keys elongated. "So?
"I meant that you should try getting inspiration for your NPCs from people around you," I explained. "You know, the guy at the ice cream cart, the checkout girl at the coffee shop, the overly friendly cop, the crazy cat lady that lives on your bottom floor. And then maybe it can help you come up with new characters."
I looked down to see him staring at his computer but with a different expression on his face. I loosened my grip a little so I could get a better view of the look on his face.
"What?" He chuckled, clearing his throat.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Of course," he shrugged. I let go of him and moved so I was leaning against his desk.
"Talk to me, Keys," I pushed. "What's going on with you?"
"I'm distracted," he said slowly. "My code is. . ."
"You got this faraway look in your eyes," I cut him off. "It made me nervous."
"I didn't do that," he stuttered.
"Walter," I said, my voice soft. Keys' eyes instantly softened when I used his real name.
"I'm sorry," he sighed. "But, really, it's nothing."
My breath got caught in my throat when he maintained eye contact but something changed. It might have been the way he looked at me. It might have been how close we suddenly were. It might have been the feelings I've pushed down most of my life.
"Okay," I whispered, trying to get rid of the tension. "I guess. . . I believe you."
"Do you?" Keys asked, inching closer to me. It felt like my heart jumped into my throat when his eyes glanced down at my lips. When he looked back up at me, he realized that I had noticed.
"Something's bothering you," I said under my breath. "Please tell me."
I gasped when Keys leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to mine. I reached forward and gently put my hands on his shoulders. As our lips moved in sync, Keys gently grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap.
We let our emotions and feelings boil to the surface as our lips continued to move roughly against each other. When neither one of us could breathe, we broke the kiss and leaned our foreheads against each other.
"You're why I'm distracted," he whispered, out of breath from the kiss. "You and Lovelorn."
"Me and who?"
"Lovelorn," he continued to explain. "He's a character I designed to never meet the love of his life."
"That's kinda sad," I whispered.
"I know," he chuckled light-heartedly. "But it was how I was feeling. Until. . ."
"Until?"
"A couple of weeks ago, you called me almost in tears," Keys said as he reached up and cupped a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering. "You were frustrated with school and your Mom had called you to get on your case about not having a boyfriend. I came over for dinner and you fell asleep in my arms. I've known about your sleep-talking since high school but that night, you kept whispering my name. You started sleep-talking that I was your hero. I realized how much I wanted to live up to your expectations of me. I had to be worthy to be called your hero. Knowing that you trusted me and depended on me, gave me hope. I would find the love of my life. In fact, I already have."
"You have?"
Keys reached up and gently grabbed my chin. He pulled me down and pressed his lips to mine. My entire body was on fire and my heart was in my throat as our lips moved delicately in sync.
"I have," he whispered as he broke the kiss. "Any chance Lovelorn's soulmate loves him too?"
I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smile as he kissed me back. I grabbed his face, deepening the kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to his chest. I let out a small moan as Keys slipped his tongue into my mouth. We tightened our arms around each other as our tongues battled for dominance.
I broke the kiss and we both had matching cheesy grins on our faces. I felt my face start to burn as he rubbed my hips.
"Lovelorn's soulmate feels the same way about him."
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Imagine building a family in a terrible world. Some of you die sooner, and you try to make it work. Then everyone, everything is gone, you have less than a minute to process that, and you're alone. Except it's worse! Because your family will be there, but suddenly you're not part of it. The house is in front of you and you don't have the keys.
#This scene was played off a bit for the laughs but seriously?#Casey had just lost everyone and everything#And now he's alienated in a new world with the people he's used to existing with#Imagine seeing the house right there#except you dont have the keys. the curtains are drawn open so you can see everything inside. but you just#dont have the keys#(yet)#anyway We love casey jones in this household#also?? uncletello for the win#the poor guy just doesnt know it yet#my art#artwork#wip#painting#digital painting#rottmnt#casey jones#casey jones junior#the future boy#casey#future casey#rottmnt casey#casey jones#rottmnt casey jr#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt fandom#donatello rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles art#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
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Man's Best Friend
Pairing: Keys x gn!Reader (no pronouns/gendered terms used)
Genre: fluff
Word count: 2.7k
Summary: Trying a new running route causes you to bump into a new friend - as well as her new friend.
A/N: I know y'all wanted more Keys smut and it's not been wholly abandoned, I just needed a break from smut to write something adorable.
Here we go. First day of the new jogging regime. This’ll be good. You’ll jog for a while, then just walk it off for a bit, then jog again, and walk again. You won’t keep straining yourself. Sure, you’ll be out of the house for a little longer, but it’ll be better for you in the long run. Plus, a longer route will mean you get to see more of downtown! You’d been wanting to - especially since your new best friend had entered your life.
You do feel bad, though - first time on the new route and Pup had to sit back. You’d tried to get him to recognise so many other names, but he only ever responded to Pup. Taking him to the vet’s earlier in the day may have started with you arguing with a five-year-old about how Pup is totally a legitimate name, but it ended with your poor canine best friend stitched up and wearing a cone.
As you pull on your running shoes, he waddles up to you sadly, whimpering. You ruffle just between his ears, “I’m sorry, Pup. You gotta rest up for a couple of days.” The dog huffs at you and you raise your eyebrows at him, “Hey now, you want lots of little Pup Juniors running around town, huh? Handsome little thing like you would be leaving trails of PJs all over the shop!” Pup looks over to the side and whines, and you you laugh, tickling him under his chin. “It’s sad that I’m able to have an almost human conversation with you, isn’t it?” Pup licks your hand sympathetically and you chuckle again, “Yep, there it is. A signal I should definitely leave the house.” You press a kiss at the top of his head and jump up. “See you soon, Pup! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!”
You saunter down to where you’d normally end your previous all-jogging route. Usually once you hit this part of town you’d turn back, but today you start biting the bullet and move forward. The beeping interrupting your music tells you that it’s time to pick up the pace again, so you take off once more. You marvel at the little sights you manage to spot all around downtown, and this is only the first day. You’re relieved when you hear the next beep, not just because your muscles are tired but also so you get to soak in even more of the city.
You’re thinking about how much Pup’s gonna love these new sights and smells when you feel something against your knee. You look down and see a brown dog headbutting your legs and immediately melt down onto your knees to greet it. As the dog puts its paw on your shoulder, the sunlight that had been adorning you two is blocked. You look up to see a very cute guy smiling down at the two of you. “She likes you!”
You stand to your feet, making the dog whine, so you keep stroking her just below her ear, causing her to pant happily. “Eh, I have a way with dogs. It makes up for my lack of people skills.” You kick yourself internally for ultimately embarrassing yourself in front of said cute guy. Good job, self!
Thankfully, for whatever reason, Cute Guy laughs. “Don’t suppose you got any room for her at home, do you?”
You shake your head, “Sorry. As adorable as she is, I’ve already got one of my own, and I barely have the time for him!”
Cute Guy’s brow furrows as he looks around your feet. “Is he not out with you?”
You shrug, “Usually he is, but he’s out of action for the next couple weeks. He’s uh, had the snip this morning.”
Cute Guy hisses through his teeth, squeezing his knees together in sympathy. “Ouch, sorry for him!”
“Yeah, but he agrees, it’s better than him exponentially increasing the state’s dog population,” you nod and Cute Guy chuckles, to which you defend, “What?! He’s very cute! A real catch!”
“Don’t they say dogs take after their owners?” Cute Guy blurts out as you start stroking the dog again. As you look up at him again with wide eyes, he looks flustered, as though he didn’t intend on saying that out loud. You’re about to answer when your phone’s timer beeps, and Cute Guy frowns, “What’s that sound?”
“Shit, that’s me, gotta get going!” You shake yourself back into reality, turn the timer’s alarm off, and start running again, forgetting which direction you’d planned to actually jog down and solving that dilemma by just picking one and hoping for the best.
The next day, around the same place, you feel something brush against you. You look down and see the familiar big brown dog from yesterday. You look around but can’t see the Cute Guy anywhere. You fuss over her with a frown, hoping that she hadn’t been left to keep walking about the streets on her own again. You mutter to the dog, “It’s a shame you couldn’t hold on to that guy. I mean, following someone home for him to invite you into his house overnight? Talk about game, girl!” you commend, and the dog’s tail waves excitedly.
A familiar voice lifts your spirits too, “Ellie! I’ve been looking for you!”
Looking over to the source of the voice, you point to yourself with a confused look. “Uhh…” you start, but he bends straight down to hug the dog.
The sight warms your heart, and you almost manage to slip away and leave them to it before Cute Guy clears his throat, “Hey now, you’ve still got, what, three more minutes of slow-time? Right?”
You frown at him. “How did you know -”
“I assumed, and Googled ‘jog-walk running techniques’,” he admits, his cheeks tinting pink. “My endurance isn’t exactly the greatest at the moment, so I thought it might help me too.”
“Didn’t you just come out of a burger joint?!” you ask with a laugh.
He breathes in deeply, with a sheepish look on his face. “My impulse control isn’t all that great either.”
“I can tell, thought you were trying to get rid of Ellie,” you tease.
“Look, I’m not getting rid of her, I want her to go to a good home,” he smiles down at the dog fondly, who nuzzles at his hand, prompting him to give her attention. He obliges with a chuckle, “and how could I not name her after my favourite video game character? She’s stuck with me against my will, even though she can hold her own, and she has a little boo-boo on one of her limbs,” he explains, getting down on one knee to point it out, and you bite back the teasing grin that so badly wants to stretch across your face.
“Little boo-boo? Sure, it’s totally against your will,” you smirk.
“Look, I really can’t look after her long-term, I just don’t have the time to give her all the attention she wants!” He sighs, still fussing over her. “Anyway, speaking of names, I don’t think I ever got yours,” he looks over at you, eyes squinting behind his glasses from the sunlight that adorns you from the angle he’s crouched at.
“I never got yours either,” you shrug. “Unless you’re going the whole hog with this The Last of Us thing and your name is actually Joel.”
Cute Guy laughs again. Goddamn, you just want him to laugh forever. The way he smiles, turns away just a little, does that little rub of the tip of his nose every time. It’s driving you wild. Your thoughts very almost drown out him starting to say something that sounds like it starts with a “Wal-” before correcting himself with the word Keys. “So, what about you?” he asks.
You’re just about to answer when your phone beeps. You shrug, “Oops, guess you’d better find out tomorrow!”
You do end up telling him the next time you see him. You start learning little snippets about each others’ lives over the next few daily five-minute windows you get with him. He’s a game developer who worked on Free City. He bought Ellie a collar and leash because the city required it, but he’s definitely not keeping her. He lives in the area of the city where you keep bumping into him. Ellie now has a bed in his house, but he’s definitely not keeping her. Over the past few years he’s been writing code for his own video game project. He’s introduced Ellie to his family, and they love her, but he’s definitely not keeping her. He’s working on finishing his passion project game with a team of people from his old job with Soonami. Ellie responds to their commands as well as his, but he’s definitely not keeping her. He graduated high school and then college a year earlier than other people his age because of his programming expertise. His phone background is a picture of Ellie sleeping on his chest, but he’s definitely not keeping her.
Soon enough, Pup’s ready to venture out into the wild. Maybe not all the way to downtown just yet, but around your area. You plan to take it easy and just walk around with him for about ten minutes before heading back. He still wants to run alongside you, but every time he tries to pull against his collar, he whimpers in pain. You bend down to him, “I know, Pup, I’m sorry. But only a few more days and you’ll be doing that too! And you’ll get to meet Keys and probably Ellie too, an-”
“Is that our ears we feel burning?” Keys smiles bashfully from just next to you, making you jump.
“What are you doing here?” you ask, greeting Ellie as she, like usual now, rams her head into your leg.
Keys shrugs, “Felt like seeing more of the city,” before feeling something press on his feet. He looks down, and so do you, to see Pup sitting on his toes. “Hey, little guy! Heard a lot about you!” Keys strokes your dog behind his ears, and you’re shocked at how receptive he is considering Keys is a stranger to him. Keys looks up at you, hand pushing those beautiful bangs out of his face as he shields his eyes from the sun to point out, “Though you never did tell me his name.”
“I have done! Lots! He’s Pup!” you prompt.
The bridge of Keys’ nose wrinkles in confusion as he looks between you and the dog perched on him. “I thought that was just a nickname!”
“Nah, he’s just an asshole that doesn’t respond to anything else. Isn’t that right, Pup?” you ask loudly, but for the first time, Pup doesn’t respond to you calling him that. He’s still looking up at Keys, panting away happily, tail beating at his toes. “Oh my god,” you exclaim as your face falls.
“What, what is it?” Keys asks, worried.
“I’ve never seen him like this, but… He’s expecting affection from you. He already likes you enough to let you pet him,” you explain in awe.
Keys grins, “Aww, c’mere, little Pup!” and drops Ellie’s lead to kneel down and tickle him under the chin while stroking just the top of his head. You take that time to let Pup go, and properly greet Ellie with a belly rub, grinning at the sight in front of you.
“So, nearly two weeks now and Ellie’s still hanging around. Guess she really is stuck with you, huh,” you smirk over at Keys. He looks over at you with a defeated shrug, and you beam. “Although, by that definition, so am I.” Keys’ face turns a delightful shade of pink in record time as he flusters on the spot.
Pup yaps out a single bark at him, making him laugh. “Yeah, I know, buddy, I should say something real smooth right now, right?” Ellie snorts out a breath that could almost sound like a huff of disbelief if you really tried to make it so. Keys seems to think so, too, because he frowns over at his dog with an indignant, “Oh, what, you think I can’t be?”
“In Ellie’s defence, you are talking to a dog as if it’s a person,” you tease as you stand to your full height. “But I do it all the time with Pup, so I won’t judge you for it, at least.”
“Oh, so it’s just the dogs that will, cool,” Keys mutters as he stands, too, and you laugh. “Um, are you… You’ve not beeped yet, so I’m guessing this isn’t a run, do you - Uh, we were looking for a dog park for Ellie to play in, did you two maybe wanna… Join us?”
You sigh deeply. “If it were any other day, I’d love to, but it’s his first day out since the snip -”
Keys winces, “Oof, yeah, forgot about that, sorry.” He cocks his head to look down at Pup, but there’s a dejected air in his tone as he continues, “Yeah, sorry, I guess I - we’d better, let you two get along with your day, c’mon, Ellie,” he picks up her leash from the ground, but the dog stays close to you.
“Hey,” you frown, and he looks over at you with a sadness in his eyes he’s clearly trying to hide. “I mean it. We should do it another day. Really.” You smile softly at him and he lets out an awkward chuckle, his gaze shying away from you. You take a little step closer to him, and Ellie very helpfully headbutts the back of your leg as you do so, causing you to lose your footing just enough to stumble into him.
He catches you with a, “Whoa, there!” and you notice how deceptively strong his hold is versus how he looks as his arms wrap around you. “You good?” He asks softly, and you nod, licking your lips.
“I am, now. Thanks,” you smile at him as you lean away, but his hand doesn’t leave your back. You chuckle under your breath, “Guess Ellie wanted to play Cupid, huh?”
He laughs, “I didn’t even need to teach her that one!”
“Guess that means she’s meant to be with you after all, right?” You smile down at her for a moment before looking back to smirk at Keys, “So, were you planning on teaching her some kind of matchmaking move?”
“Nah, I think she’s had that in the bag for a solid couple weeks now,” he admits with a nod, and you feel his fingers barely contract against your back, the slight contact of feeling them pull across through your clothes making your breath hitch. “Guess I better keep her around if it keeps you around, too, right?”
You grin, “You should keep her around, anyway, but she’s not the reason I run the same route every day.”
“She’s not?” Keys voice cracks at the most adorable time, causing him to once again look away bashfully, and you feel the pressure against your back start to pull back.
Surged by adrenaline, you catch his jaw in your hand as it moves away from you, pushing it around until he’s looking at you, and you close the already small gap between you, quickly pausing to grin, “Nope,” before pressing your lips against his. You pull away after a peck, giggling at how he still leans into the kiss after you break it off. Pup barks again, and you smirk, pointing down at him. “Did you get all that?”
Keys scratches his temple jokingly, feigning a thoughtful expression. “I think he said, be back here at 7, and have you home before midnight. Was that right?” You laugh, and he smiles his adorable, bashful smile once more. “I’ll take that as a yes. Alright, Ellie, s’pose we better go find you someone to stay with for the night, huh? She gets a little testy on her own for too long.”
You frown, “Are you gonna be able to? Because if you can’t, I guess w-”
“Yeah, it’s fine, my best friend’ll have her for one night,” he nods, scratching her between the ears.
“Because she’s your dog?” You prompt hopefully, and he laughs in defeat.
“Because she’s my dog.”
#keys x reader#keys x you#keys imagine#walter keys mckey x reader#walter keys mckey x you#walter keys mckey imagine#keys free guy x reader#keys free guy x you#keys free guy imagine#*myfics#fic: keys
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Left Out
Requested by: Anonymous
Pairing: Keys x reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Characters: Keys, Y/N
Description: Keys, Millie and Mouser are working together on their new project: ‘Free Life’. Y/N doesn’t feel included in this new project so they walk away.
You watched on as Keys, Millie and Mouser huddled together around a computer to get started on the programming for the new project: Free Life. Considering you were one of the minds behind the original game you weren’t really being included in this project, which really surprised you. You’ve lost track of the amount of times you’ve tried to voice some ideas at the others; every time you did, each idea was either ignored or shot down so eventually, you just gave up.
Sadness overcame you as you watched your boyfriend and two best friends laugh and joke with each other whilst working on the game that you should be included in. You turned on your heel and walked down the hallway, out of the building.
Tears streamed down your face as you let out all of the emotions you had been holding in for the past few weeks. What really hurt though, was that Keys didn’t even try and defend your ideas. He threw them away, just like the other two did. It felt as though he didn’t appreciate your thoughts and ideas on the project and that really frustrated you.
As soon as you seen your front door you started to cry heavier. You threw the door open and ran up the stairs to your bed and crawled under the covers which is where you stayed before falling asleep.
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The front door slamming closed and a frantic voice awoke you from your sleep. “Y/N? Are you here?” You could hear Keys hurriedly looking around downstairs, things clanging on the floor as he rushed around. You were still a little groggy from sleep so you didn’t have a chance to answer before he barged into your room with a relieved look on his face.
“Y/N! Why didn’t you answer me? I was worried sick! You ran off without saying anything and I thought that something bad had happened to you!” Keys rushed over to you and engulfed you into a hug, which you didn’t reciprocate. He leaned back with a confused look on his face. “Are you Ok?” You stared at him with an expressionless face. “What do you think?! Read my face, Keys.”
The confused look stayed on his face as he tried to think of what could have angered you but came up with nothing. You shook your head in frustration before holding it in your hands. “Why am I not surprised that you don’t know why I’m upset? You’ve hardly been on my side recently but it still hurts that you can’t figure out why I’m upset.”
Keys furrowed his eyebrows. “What in the hell are you talking about, Y/N?! I’m on your side for everything!” You interrupted him before he could continue. “I’m talking about the fact that you have blatantly left me out of this project. The ideas and thoughts I have given out have all been shoved back in my face and it really hurt when I didn’t get any support from you over it what-so-ever! You’re my boyfriend, Keys, you’re supposed to help me through these things and listen to what I have to say instead of treating it like trash. It just makes me feel as if I’m not wanted there anymore.”
Your voice began to crack as you finished your sentence. Letting out all of what you had wanted to say seemed to have lifted a weight off your chest. Keys immediately wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t realise which makes me one hell of a horrible boyfriend. I should have listened to your ideas more instead of just throwing them away. I promise I will make this up to you, Y/N, no matter what it takes. Any ideas you have, just throw them my way right now and I will incorporate them into the game.”
Your eyes lit up with happiness and you pressed a soft and forgiving kiss to his lips before resting your forehead against his. “Thank you, Keys. That’s all I wanted.” You pecked his lips once more before reaching into the drawer of your bedside table and pulling out a large notebook full of your ideas and plonked it on his lap. “Where would you like to start?”
#walter mckey x reader#walter mckey#walter mckey imagine#walter mckey fanfiction#keys x reader#keys imagine#keys fanfiction#free guy#free guy x reader#free guy imagine#free guy fanfiction#joe keery#joe keery imagine#joe keery x reader#joe keery fanfiction
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do you by any chance have a masterlist <3
i do my love! i’m guessing this is for Joseph and Joe, correct me if i’m wrong! but here it is
joseph and joe masterlist
if not, go onto my page and go onto the pinned post, then there’s my old masterlist there with my Joseph and Joe one! x
#fanfiction#imagines#steve harrington#joe keery#kurt kunkle#walter keys mckey#keys imagine#joseph quinn#joseph quinn imagine#steve harrington x reader#joe keery x reader#joe keery imagine#steve harrington imagine#joe keery imagines#kurtsworld96
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"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘"
read part 2 here!
pairing: tsukishima x reader & suna x reader
genre: hurt/comfort
a/n: sorry i got carried away writing these ahh i sort of twisted the prompt of "when they call you clingy" into my own sort of thing idk how to explain but hopefully this turned out well :,) also not proofread so sorry about the mistakes! and as always feel free to send me requests and tell me ur thoughts on my writing!
tsukishima kei
tsukishima, you, and a few of the former karsuno volleyball players decided to have a small little reunion dinner after not seeing each other for so long.
everyone's embracing each other with hugs and to be frank, it's really nice of him to invite you to meet his friends from high school! you're really looking forward to getting to know them and maybe even getting to know your boyfriend a bit more.
as all of you are sitting at the table debating what to order, there's much chit chat between everyone and you swear you haven't seen kei so carefree in a while. sure, he's still throwing his sarcastic, snarky comments but they don't hit too harshly towards his teammates.
they are most definitely used to this.
the food has arrived and way too much wine has been ordered. with their slurred words and pink cheeks, you can tell all of them are going to blackout the moment they all get home.
"kei, so how'd you pull this gorgeous girl?" tanaka asks out of nowhere "ain't no way she fell for your snarky ass personality."
you and him both let out a chuckle and he replied with, "nah, they're just clingy as fuck and i guess they were fun to keep around."
you go quiet and the laughter has sort of died out. but the drinks keep pouring and nishinoya speaks.
"god, you're a fucking asshole," nishinoya chimes. "she's way too good for you.
although the conversation begins to take a turn in a different direction, you can't seem to get his words out of your mind.
clingy. he thinks i'm clingy.
a ball of insecurity starts to form in your stomach and his comment starts the train of overthinking. you keep telling yourself that he's had too many drinks.
yet a part of you is telling you that drunk thoughts are sober words.
how long has he thought of me as "clingy?"
the small chuckles and laughs that escape your lips have come to a halt and now you're feeling incredibly insecure. you begin to zone out and start chugging down a few glasses of wine to drown out your surroundings.
after a few eventful hours, you and tsukishima decide to grab a taxi and head home for the night. he unlocks the door to your shared apartment and you immediately head into the bedroom to change your clothes, not sparing him a second glance.
tsukishima enters the bed after cleaning up and his arm drapes over your chest. your body goes completely stiff and you're super uncomfortable with his touch, especially after his comment about you being clingy.
the moment you hear his light snores, you slowly remove his arm off your body and turn to face away from him. a feeling of numbness begins to overtake your body and you feel a sense of emptiness within.
the next morning, tsukishima woke up with a horrible headache and he instantly regretted drinking so much last night. he groans and pats your side of the bed and is greeted by just the bedsheets and not you.
grumbling, he got out of bed in search of you and finds you standing by the balcony with a cup of coffee in your hand. in that moment, his heart skips a beat and he's reminded of how much he loves you.
you yelp in surprise when you feel two arms slither around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder. "good morning baby," he kisses your cheek.
"hi kei," you say curtly.
"what's for breakfast?"
"i just made myself toasted bread with jam. you can just make some cereal or something. i think we still have your lucky charms in the pantry," you tell him.
he pulls away from you and he feels something is off with you. you feel distant.
the feeling is confirmed when the both of you are sitting on the living room sofa while watching the new episode of your favorite reality tv show. kei expects you to come close to him and rest your head on his shoulder like you usually do yet there you are, in his vicinity, but sitting on the other end of the couch, clinging to a throw pillow.
he can't seem to concentrate on the movie when the only thing he can see is you sitting to yourself, gone completely quiet. he doesn't know what's wrong and he can't rack his mind as to what might have happened that made you so distant.
after the movie ends, he kisses your forehead and he feels your body stiffen.
what's going on? i don't know what i did?
he pulls away and looks at you. "y/n, something's wrong," he states.
you refuse to meet his gaze now and your twiddling with your fingers. he seems to have no recollection of what he's said to you last night. although, he might not recall what he said, it's the only thing you can recall in your mind. ever since this morning, whenever, you look at him, the only thing running in your mind is his words, "nah, she's just clingy as fuck and i guess she was fun to keep around."
"we're good," you reply promptly. "don't worry about it."
he grabs your hands and puts them in his which catches you off guard. you love the feeling of his hand in yours but the rational part of your brain wants to pull away, thinking about how he thought you were so clingy.
"listen, i'm not good at this. i'm not good at communicating my feelings but for you, i want to do better. so please, it would mean a lot if you could tell me what's wrong so i can help you and... us."
this is the most genuine you've seen him in a while and although to most, it may have seemed like some half-assed speech but to you, it felt raw and vulnerable.
"ok well," you began. "last night, when we were out with your friends, you were talking with your friends and well, you mentioned something about me. and it made me wonder if you think i'm clingy?"
he was confused. "no, i don't think you're clingy anymore? i don't know what you're talking about?"
the "anymore" in his response to you was something that saddened you a little. he found me clingy yet never told me?
"so you did think i was clingy, right?"
with a deep breath, he began to explain himself, "when we got together, i wasn't really used to... being so close to someone. you would always hold my hand or loop your arm in mine or something. you would always be holding me or touching me and i wasn't sure how i felt it about it at first. i was never one for physical touch so when you began to show that to me, i just... it felt... suffocating."
you're looking into his eyes, swimming with sadness and searching for answers, and he feels a mixture of sadness and guilt as he continues to explain himself.
"but being with you, i've grown to love your touch and honestly, now that i think about it, i don't know what i'd do if you just stopped being yourself and clinging on to me. i would go insane if you stopped."
kei leans in for a hug and you hug him back. you missed holding him like this and well, you just miss him. but now that kei has said all this, you're not sure about anything anymore.
you pull away and tell him, "i'm sorry you couldn't tell me that you were uncomfortable with my touches. i should have asked you how fast or slow you wanted to go and i shouldn't have forced my affection on to you."
"if you want, we can slow down. i understand," you say with a tone of finality in your voice.
"no!" he immediately replied. "it's.. it's not that. you don't force your affection on to me. you never have. i just am awkward with affection and growing up, i've never had it so i'd get super fidgety and that's why i think i felt like you were being clingy. but i love it."
"i love it when you hold my hand when we're walking to the grocery store. i love it when you doodle on my hand with your fingers when we're waiting for the food to come when we eat out. i love it when you tell me about the little stories from work while you're cooking dinner. i love it when you mumble in your sleep and snuggle close to me when it gets cold at night. i love everything about you."
kei was very much out of his comfort zone as he told you all these things and it surprised you that he noticed all these little details. you could tell he was getting embarrassed, considering how his cheeks were turning pink. you couldn't help but let a little smile seep through your facial features.
"you're so sappy," you reply.
"oh shut up."
you both laugh and then he cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb in circles. "don't ever think you force your affection on me because you never do, okay?"
"okay, kei."
the both of you spend the rest of the day with one another, making comforting memories together that the both of you will fondly remember in the future.
suna rintaro
you're not even sure how this argument even started. all you can remember is asking suna if he could accompany you to a work party that you were invited to. it was supposed to be a relatively relaxing event with not too much worries yet suna was once again trying to bail out.
"come on rin! it's one party and we never get to go out anymore," you try again for the nth time.
"y/n, jesus, i told you this, i don't want to fucking go! practice is draining me out and the one day i get off, you want me to go to some stupid fucking work party. can't you see that i want to be home?"
"we won't even have to be there that long! i just want you to come with me so you can meet some of my friends and support me. i'm really not asking for much," you counter. "i'm always trying to go to your games to support you from the stands and i'm asking you to do this one thing for me."
"i never fucking asked you to come to my games!" suna's voice began to rise and you felt yourself shrink. you had never seen him so intensely angry before. he was always so nonchalant so seeing this side of him made you nervous. "god, you're just so suffocating with everything. you always wanna do shit together, like jeez, give me a break. you're so fucking clingy sometimes; i just want space."
your mouth snaps shut and you can't find it in yourself to even reply. suna leaves the bedroom and you can head the jangle of his keys and the front door opens and then slams shut. a tear escapes from one eye and then all of a sudden, it's a full blown mental breakdown. you're sitting on the bed, crying off all your makeup.
after your cries turn into sniffles, you call up one of your colleagues, telling them you won't be attending the party. that night, you end up crying yourself to sleep.
suna had come home quite late that night after storming out.
in his head, he admits that the argument had blown up for no reason. but he just really didn't want to see your coworkers. he was cranky, annoyed, and irritated, making him deeply irrational.
as he walks into the bedroom, he sees you fast asleep in your clothes that you were planning to go out in and your makeup smudged all over your face. he felt incredibly guilty.
he messed up big time and he had to fix this. he hoped in the morning, the both of you would wake up together so he could talk it out and apologize.
you wake up the next morning feeling a lot better than last night. you turn to see suna lying in bed and a part of you just wants to run your fingers through your hair. as your fingers hover above his head, you're reminded of his words from last night.
you're so fucking clingy sometimes. i just want space.
your fingers immediately retracted and you decided to get up to start the rest of your day. you didn't want to let his words get to you. he said his opinion and there's nothing much you could do other than give him space. you'd be doing him a favor by giving him that space that he wanted, right?
suna shifts in bed, arm reaching out to your side of the bed, subconsciously. as he pats down your side of the bed, he feels the emptiness and he jolts up out of bed.
he's walking out of the bedroom and he sees you sitting on the couch, watching something on the television.
a sigh of relief escapes his mouth, thanking whatever deity out there that you hadn't left. even if you did, he couldn't blame you for it. he hurt you and there was no denying that.
"hi babe," he casually says alouds and plops on the couch next to you.
"hey."
your tone is cold and to be frank, you could care less than speak to him right now. seeing him is just a constant reminder of how clingy you are and you really don't want to be confronted with the feeling of sadness again.
in an attempt to smooth things over with you, he tries to start conversation in hopes that things will get back to normal naturally and maybe.. just maybe you'll know that he's sorry without him saying it.
"osamu was talking about some new onigiri thing he made and he wanted to drop some off for us to try. should i say yes?" he asked.
"sure."
your responses to his efforts are completely shut down and he's just praying that things get better with time. he reassures himself that things will go back to normal, it's just a matter of time. within a few days, things will be back to normal!
that's what he thought until his first volleyball match of the season came about. as he was standing in the court, his eyes scanned the rest of the stadium for your figure in hopes of finding you wearing his jersey but to no avail, he couldn't find you.
he assumed you were running late or stuck in traffic. no matter what you would be here, right?
but the first set is already over and you're nowhere to be seen. taking a quick break, he texts you:
suna: r u here?
suna: i don't see u in the stands.
it's delivered and suna's back in the court. he's misreading all of the opponent's attacks and his blocks are all being haphazardly done. the only thing on his mind is you.
the EJP coach calls for a timeout and sits him out for the rest of the match. "i don't know what's going on with you but you need to pull it together. your slacking is messing up with the rest of the team," coach berated him and all suna could do was nod his head.
he sat on the bench and immediately grabs his phone to text you.
suna: can you please answer?
suna: or call me? please?
suna: fuck y/n
suna: r u ok?
with no response, concern is etched onto his face. he tells his coach that he has to go and although he's about to suffer hell when he goes to practice tomorrow for dipping, he needs to see you.
you're seeing all of his messages.
you've seen all of them.
and you don't want to respond to a single one of them.
you know he's coming home and he's about to bombard you with questions and you don't want to respond to him. you don't want to come off as clingy again.
you hear the jangle of the keys and prepare yourself.
he opens the door and finds you in the kitchen, making yourself some snacks.
"so where were you today?" he begins.
"at home."
his hands find their way to your waist and he slowly turns you around to look him in the eye. "why didn't you come?"
you sigh in frustration. "i don't know what you want from me. you say i'm clingy and you want some space and on top of that you mentioned how you've never asked me to go to any of your games so here i am respecting your wishes like you asked yet you have the fucking audacity to ask me where i was and why i wasn't with you?"
his hands let go of your waist and he steps back to fully look at you.
"rin, i don't know what you want from me anymore."
suna's mouth opens and then shuts, not sure as to what to say to you. you were more upset about his comment than you let on and now all your anger and frustration was coming out.
"listen, i-"
"no, you listen to me," you interrupt, immediately shutting him up. "all i wanted that night was for you to come to my work party. it's all i wanted. that party was mainly for me because i helped our company reach this new milestone! and i wanted you to come and celebrate with me and my colleagues. is it so much to ask for my boyfriend to come support me?"
"and then you go on to say i'm clingy and do you have any idea how much it hurt me when you said that? when you would talk to me about anything, the only thing going through my head would be the fact that you called me clingy and god, i just wanted to vanish in thin air because i hated knowing that you thought that of me which is why i gave you your space. i kept thinking you just didn't want my affection."
you rest your elbows on the kitchen countertop and put your face in your hands. you finally burst out with all the feelings that have been suffocating your mind. it felt good to finally relieve it all but you could only imagine what was going through his mind. was he mad or upset or did he just not care about my feelings?
all of a sudden, you feel two arms wrap around your torso and kisses to the top of your head.
"love, you're not clingy. if anything, i'm the clingy one. i always want you by my side like at my games or when i go out with my friends or even if i'm just lying in bed. i want you."
he strokes your hair and now you're turning around to look at him again. his eyes are wide and a bit glassy. this is probably one of the first times you've seen emotion on his face aside from his regular snarky remarks.
"i wish i could take back what i said that night but i can't. but please know that i don't know what i'd do without you. i was really upset that night and all i wanted to was just sleep it off. but your insistence to go got me aggravated and i lashed out. you don't deserve that. you never deserve that."
"i want to be the one you wake up to in the morning. i want to be the one you take to all your work parties and events. i want to be the one you tell you gossip with. i want to be the one you have your late night talks with. i want to be the one you end your nights with. i want to be the one you spend the rest of your life with. i want to be yours."
tears started to escape your eyes and your heart was swollen. suna was never one to be so open with his emotions yet here he was opening so much to you. you hug his torso and sob into his chest.
"i love you, i'm sorry," you say.
"i love you too, and i'm sorry too," he replies, kissing the top of your forehead.
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